Vinzetti:
Miss Jefferson
by Mecca
Image by Alexis
Janice Jefferson was thoroughly impressed with the expansive foyer. She was tall for a woman at 5’10” and even she felt dwarfed by the cavernous hall of the Vinzetti home. She didn’t know it, but the marble she was now standing on had been imported from Italy and the transom window over the front door was a mimic of a design by Frank Lloyd Wright. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway as James, apparently Mario Vinzetti’s manservant, led her to the parlor.
Mario Vinzetti, a man in his mid-fifties, leaned against a regal-looking chair, idly smoking a cigarette as two other men in suits stood by. He did not look happy.
Parents were often defensive about their children’s misbehavior, as Janice was learning, and it seemed Vinzetti was no different. Antonio had been quite the nuisance in class this year, so she felt confident that this discussion would be a difficult one. It was a bit weird that Antonio’s parents had requested she speak with Antonio’s grandfather, but decided it was a good thing when the extended family got involved in a child’s education. In the end, she knew the grandfather would come around to see that a change in parenting style would be necessary.
“Will the parents be joining-?” Janice started.
“It’s just us,” said Vinzetti, taking a drag of his cig.
Janice nodded, looking at the strong men on either side of her. They seemed a bit much for a parent-teacher conference, but she had heard the rumors about Vinzetti. He had probably kept his goons around to help intimidate her into ignoring young Tony’s behavior. It would not work.
“Very well,” said Janice. “I assume you called me here to discuss Antonio’s recent behavior.”
“Strip her,” was all Vinzetti said.
The pretty young blonde stared in confusion as the two heavies approached her. One man held her arms as the other pulled her skirt down. “What in the- what do you think you’re-” The first man held a struggling Janice in a tight embrace as the second removed the skirt from around her ankles, dragging her heels with the burgundy cloth. The second man then grabbed her panties by the elastic.
“Rape!” she began screaming. “Rape!” Vinzetti just chuckled and bit his lip as her satin panties were removed and cast aside. Her full dirty blonde bush was on display between her kicking legs. “Stop this! No!” The man finally, with some degree of difficulty removed her stockings so that Janice was completely nude from the waist down. She still wore her white pinstriped blouse.
“Nah, I’m not gonna fuck ya,” said Vinzetti, stubbing out his cigarette in a dish. Each goon held one of her arms, standing her before their boss. Janice was too shocked and humiliated to speak. “Let’s take a walk.”
“Let me GO!” said Janice, struggling again as they walked from the parlor back into the hallway. Vinzetti led the way as the men dragged the young teacher, her bare feet skidding across fine white marble. “What are you doing?! This is wrong!” She looked around anxiously, fearing more servants or thugs would see her hirsute pussy, a treasure she had not even revealed to her boyfriend yet. Her long smooth legs alternated between kicking and being dragged.
The four of them walked up the grand staircase, eventually taking her to a bedroom. Posters of classic art decorated what appeared to be the master bedroom. Then she saw him. Tony standing bashfully in the corner, trying to look away from the half-nude woman, a guilty smile creeping on his face.
“NOOO! Mister Vinzetti! Let me go!”
“I heard you disciplined little Tony,” said Vinzetti. “I heard you gave him a slap.” It was still common these days to discipline schoolchildren with corporal punishment, especially in private schools like the one where Janice taught. This was a decision she was now coming to regret as humiliated tears rolled down her face. Her student was staring at her nudity, and it seemed that the family had even more in store for her. “Put her on the bed.”
The men tossed the schoolteacher onto the four-post bed in the middle of the room. She stood on her knees and looked for an escape. One of the men slowly showed her a fat fist and she realized she was trapped. Trapped, naked, and in the clutches of an angry mobster. There was nothing else left to do.
“Please,” she cried, her hands covering the thatch of blonde and brown hairs betwixt her thighs. Pearly whites were revealed in her desperate grimace. Her beautiful face scrunched up in an ugly cry.
“What kind of teacher you think you are to give a slap in the face of a Vinzetti in your classroom? How dare you!” said Vinzetti angrily. “You must be new in the city?”
“No, I didn’t mean- I’m sorry,” blubbered Janice.
“Fortunately, my grandson has a sense of honor already. He’ll become a proud man like all the Vinzettis. Since when have we let females try to interfere?”
Janice felt cold and very aware of her nudity. Goosebumps spread across her tight little bottom. She stopped covering herself and clasped her hands, as if to pray. “Please, Mister Vinzetti…” her wet pink lips pleaded. Her shoulders heaved with her sobs. “I beg- just-I… I’m begging- I’m begging you...”
“What?” asked Vinzetti. He held a hand to his ear. “You are ‘begging for’…? Please try to make full sentences, you teach language after all.” Tony snickered.
“Mercy,” she cried. “Please have mercy on me.”
“Okay,” he nodded reluctantly, looking downward. “Okay.”
“Okay?” she squeaked almost inaudibly.
“Okay,” he repeated, looking directly in her eyes. “You won’t be injured if you collaborate. My grandson will widen your backdoor with his fingers first…” Janice bowed in despair with a heavy cry wracking her torso. “If you encourage him to do it long enough, your asshole won’t explode when you sit down on the bedpost.”
The bed Janice Jefferson was currently kneeling on had a gorgeous mahogany frame. This wooden bed frame was lined with four sturdy posts at its corners, each of which flared up to a flat rectangular plane. Atop each plane was a decorative finial, similar in size and shape to a large coke bottle, but with a rounded top. Perhaps the wooden structure looked more like an oversized bishop chess piece. In any case, it was as if the bed frame was designed for this very use. The spherical tip at about 1 inch circumference could surely fit up an adult human anus, with a little lubricant. The rest of the wooden ornament would take some work, or a much more talented woman than Janice. Janice took one peek at the finial in front of her and resumed begging and crying.
Vinzetti smiled at her terror. He knew she would consider it an impossible task. “Don’t worry. You’ll manage to swallow the whole thing anyway: my men can lift up your legs or shove down on your shoulders if it takes too long. And don’t forget to make a pretty smile for my photo album.” Vinzetti pointed to a photo camera sitting on a dresser.
Janice couldn’t even look at the bedposts. She shut her eyes tight and bowed pleadingly before the gangster. She was a good Christian girl and had never even had proper sex. This man had stripped her in front of multiple men and his young grandson. Now he wanted to force a wooden peg up her rectum—for what? To torture her? She couldn’t even conceptualize that the men might get some sexual enjoyment from it. She’d never heard of anal sex outside of what sodomites apparently did to each other in the Bible.
“Misster Vinszetti…” she drawled, a web of spit connecting her open lips. “Pleese no… I’m szorry…”
Vinzetti grabbed the camera and called to his grandson. “Ok, son. Ready to finger Miss Jefferson?” Tony wore an apprehensive half-smile. He was unsure of how to proceed. “Don’t you worry, Tony. I said it was alright.” He turned to Janice. “It’s the last favor we grant you to ease the pain, Miss. Elbows on the bed now, take your usual female on-all-fours position. You know, like it’s time to pay the rent.”
Janice shook her head no, but one of the men reached over and pressed down on her back. She fell over and buried her head in the bed, her hair haloing around her and blinding her to what was happening in the room. Her tiny little rump remained in the air.
Vinzetti placed a friendly hand on his grandson’s back. “C’mon, Tony. Daylight’s burning.” Tony bit his lip, stepped forward and slowly steered his index finger towards Miss Jefferson’s hindquarters. He knew it was wrong, but he was really curious and excited about how it would feel. Though, he already he had seen so much and it felt greedy to do more with his teacher than watch her cry half-naked.
The kid’s digit continued moving forward, entering the area between her buttocks. She was bawling now, but he couldn’t even hear her. Instead he remarked how little white hairs on her bottom caught the sunlight from the window. Just like his dad’s hairy ass, women had hair on their butts, too. The hairs were just shorter and white. Then, square in the middle, was her puckered pink butthole. He giggled at the sight of his first anus, but what really attracted him was the hairy lips of her pussy below it. He didn’t have permission to touch that, just the pink pit of her asshole. Tony looked back at his grandfather once more, who gave him the thumbs up, and he pressed his index finger against the soft flesh of his teacher’s sphincter as if he were pressing a button.
Tony immediately withdrew his finger with a giggle, but before he did, he heard the crash of the camera bulb flashing. Tony’s first fingering had been memorialized on film. At the same time as the sound of the camera capturing wonderful memories was Janice Jefferson letting out a scream of shock.
Tony looked at his grandfather for further direction, huffing a deep sniff of his finger. Grandpa was really cool, but what did he really expect? He didn’t know how to “widen” someone’s asshole and he doubted it was really possible.
Vinzetti smiled down at Tony. This had gone on long enough. He didn’t want to scar his grandson. “Alright, get outta here,” he told Tony, who was eager to leave.
The mobster once took in the gorgeous scene in front of him: the tight ass in the air, the prostrate woman, her crumbling fear. He nodded. He gave the teacher a hard smack on the bottom.
“You betta give my grandson only good marks from today!” said Vinzetti, leaving the room and taking his men along.