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Giorno Giovanna looks down on you with icy eyes as you lie sprawled on the floor beneath his throne.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself, scum?” the fiery girl who’d hunted you down hisses at you.
“Thank you, Sheila.”
The soft sound of the Don’s voice makes Sheila immediately stand to attention. She bows her head before marching out of the room, giving you a look of pure hatred before slamming the door behind her.
It’s been 4 years since the Don revealed himself, a bold move for the boss of a powerful mafia, and slowly over time he became known to the people of Naples becoming somewhat of a minor celebrity, rare glimpses of him sparking excited chatter amongst his admirers.
He claimed to have been in charge all along but whispers on the streets said that the former Don was brutally murdered by Giovanna along with the entirety of his own narcotics team. He’d promised to bring change, to rid the city of the drugs that had plagued the streets for a decade, for that he was lauded a hero: praised by the common folk and avoided by the authorities.
Nothing has changed. Not for you or your family anyway. You still got regular visits from the shady thugs of Passione extorting money from you in return for their ‘protection’ like they did with every other business in this area. If you refused or couldn't pay let’s just say 'accidents' would happen. The small bnb a few blocks down the road lost all of their livelihood in one night in this way. Sometimes they weren't even subtle about it like what would have happened if you hadn't intervened when your family couldn't pay… The fires of rage begin to stir within you. This was the brutal truth of the supposedly great and noble Passione.
The only thing you needed protecting from was them.
“Mista. Fugo.”
The two strangely dressed men at Giovanna’s side also get up to leave not so much as giving you a glance, you clearly aren’t worth their attention. The door closes with a click echoing in the deafening silence of the room where you face Giorno Giovanna alone.
He glows in bright light as he calls forth his spirit, stand you’d heard them referred to as, golden and majestic like the Don himself and crowned with an intricately carved arrow. It approaches without hesitation taking long strides towards you.
“Fuck you.” You spit at it's feet, picking yourself off the floor and using your anger to find the resolve to take this fucker on, summoning your own stand. You may as well go out with a fight, last time you fought you wiped the floor with your opponent so maybe you had a chance. You refuse to beg for mercy, not from this son of a bitch, though you doubt he’d grant it to you anyway - the man was known to be ruthless.
The Don of Passione remains silent, his expression is eerily calm.
You make the first move your stand lurching forward at high speed to land the hit you needed to activate your ability.
Huh?
Nothing happens. You stand exactly where you were before you’d decided to attack, like you never even threw the punch in the first place. In your confused state Gold Experience Requiem side steps your stand, completely ignoring it’s existence, instead aiming straight for you.
The Don watches as Gold Experience Requiem’s hands grab your body, holding it in place, you try to escape it's grasp but again it's like you've made no effort to begin with. It's hand comes to cup your core through your clothes, the sensation of the stand's hand against you is strange and you struggle trying to move away.
You blink.
You’re no longer in the ornate hall of Giorno Giovanna’s mansion.
Instead, you’re sat on a bed back flat against the wall facing a muscular girl with hair in black and green space buns on the bed opposite. Her legs are spread, one hand is down her pants; it’s obvious she’s touching herself.
“Wanna join in?” she asks, a coquettish smirk on her face.
His stand can negate attacks and teleport people? How can a stand possess multiple powers?
“Where am I? What’s going on? Who are you? Do you work for Giorno Giovanna?”
You look around frantically, the Don and Gold Experience Requiem are nowhere in sight and you’re in what appears to be a college dormitory alone with this girl who has the audacity to masturbate right in front of you.
“Gimme a break… have you been smoking crack again?” She snorts, taking her hand away and jumping off her bed. She talks like she knows you but you swear you’ve never met this girl before in your life. You don’t even recognise her as an associate of Passione.
Your mind races with possibilities, maybe you had been drugged since stands shouldn’t have multiple abilities or perhaps he can induce hallucinations...
You're deep in thought as her hands rest on your shoulders, pushing you back down onto the bed before she climbs on top of you. You don’t protest as she captures your mouth in a kiss, if this is all a hallucination it feels very real: the heat from her skin, the plushness of her breasts pressed against yours, the sensation of her lips soft despite her rough appearance. You’ve probably got green all over you from her bright shade of lipstick.
You don’t really know what’s going on but you may as well enjoy yourself whilst you’re here, it’s not every day you get a hot girl throwing herself at you. You moan into the kiss as you grind against her, warmth flooding to your lower region as the friction of your two bodies rubs you in just the right way, the cheap bed squeaking in time with your rhythm. A hand moves under the skirt you found yourself in and proceeds to slide your underwear to the side, revealing your core to her.
"You’re so wet,” she purrs into your ear before sliding her fingers inside and kissing you again. You relax into her touch, the thought of Giorno Giovanna long gone from your mind.
Not wanting to be selfish, you move your hand from it's position on her hip and slip it down the front of her pants noting the hot wetness around your fingers as you move in tandem with her own strokes. You're rewarded by a lewd noise of appreciation and her fingers speed up, curling inside you.
You pull away from the kiss. Her fingers have found where you're most sensitive and you feel the sweet warning of your impending peak.
“I’m…”
You don’t get to finish your sentence nor your climax before the scenery shifts.
What?
It's pitch black. With your senses enhanced by the loss of your vision, you can hear the distant throb of what sounds like 80s gothic rock travelling through the walls and the smell of cigarette smoke sits heavy in the air.
"Hello?" You call out into the darkness. You try to summon your stand in panic but you feel nothing for the first time since you gained it, your heartbeat accelerates.
This isn't normal.
You feel a touch on the back of your head untying the blindfold that obscures your vision and you find yourself in front of the tallest man you’ve ever seen in your life. The sclera of his lined eyes are tattooed black, silver hair teased slightly and across his heavily muscled chest he wears a leather harness; he’s handsome yet completely terrifying.
Another slightly shorter male enters your vision also sporting silver hair, flowing down gracefully to his shoulders, piercing you with a gaze of purple and amber. The only thing he’s wearing is black lipstick and you try not to gawk at both of the attractive men as you think maybe this isn't so bad and instead concentrate on the situation. Where the hell did the girl you were having fun with go and how did you get here? Why can't you summon your stand?
“What the fuck is going on?”
Neither of them respond.
You feel a tug on your neck roughly pulling you forward onto your knees. There's a collar around your neck attached to a silver chain held by the one in lipstick. In fact, that's not the only thing you're wearing, you're covered with a lace body piece with black leather straps framing your breasts.
“I’ve got a good use for that pretty, little mouth of yours.”
He presents his cock to you, the arousal from your earlier make out session still remains so you feel no disgust as you wrap your lips around the head, tasting the bitterness of his precum.
The other man positions himself below you so you’re straddling his face, feeling his hot breath teasing your lower lips. You attempt to get some stimulation by thrusting your hips downwards as you whine around the head of the other man's cock.
The hand not holding you comes down with a loud smack, the impact sending a shock through your whole body.
“Don’t move."
There's an authority in his deep voice that suggests you shouldn’t disobey so you remain still. His tongue finds your hole and you notice with excitement that he's got a piercing in the middle of it’s tip. You feel the small metal piece stroke around you a few times before he pushes his tongue inside, making you shake with pleasure.
The collar around your neck tightens as your leash is pulled and you refocus your efforts on the cock in your mouth, moving along the veins on the underside before you take him a bit further back into your throat closing your thumb in your fist to prevent yourself from gagging.
It's hard to concentrate on giving head and the wetness of tongue and the strangeness of metal inside you. You don't need to worry about it for long though as you feel the tongue leave you only to be replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Oh. He has a piercing there too. His thick cock pushes into you and you yelp sending vibrations along the length of man inside your mouth making him groan in response.
They hold you up with ease as they fuck you roughly from both ends.
“Don’t cum yet, Leone."
The man, Leone, stops his thrusts into your mouth and pulls out leaving a wet strand linking your mouth to the head of his cock. He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip to remove it before gazing down at the other man who still rests inside you rocking back and forth at a lazy pace.
"What did you have in mind, Risotto?"
You hear them whisper to each other so you look back towards them, watching as they share a brief kiss before returning their attention to you. You're skillfully repositioned so Risotto is in front of you and Leone behind. You’re grateful that you were stretched out beforehand as Leone pushes inside you sliding up against Risotto inside you.
It’s incredible.
You’re so full, stretched to your absolute limits by their cocks. They give you time to adjust as you pant between their chests before they begin to move in sync. Quickly finding a rhythm that works for you all, they push and rub against each other surrounded by your insides.
A hand comes to rest at your throat as they continue to thrust, you aren't sure what's gotten into you but you give a brief nod. You feel pressure on the side of your neck over the collar, cutting off the blood supply momentarily, capturing you in a pleasant dizziness.
It doesn't take long before you hear a deep moan, hot cum filling your already stuffed pussy, another load quickly following. You’re ready to join them in their euphoric state, you don't need any extra stimulation, clenching around them, a bit of your saliva running down your chin and your eyes rolling as the tension in you reaches it’s height. You throw your head back onto Leone's shoulder.
Instead of hitting a firm body you feel the fabric of a towel and the sensation of your orgasm slipping away. You don't have time to think about the change as the manicured hands of an elegant older woman massage your breasts as you lie on your back surrounded by candlelight. You moan at her skilled motions, it should be easing the tension in your body but it has the exact opposite effect, the gentle touch feels highly erotic after being treated so roughly.
“Relax,” she breathes out in a raspy voice stopping her movements and you whine at the loss of her touch.
You watch as she pulls out a sleek rabbit toy and an expensive looking bottle from the drawer beside the table. Automatically, you spread your legs for her, you hope this time you’ll finally reach your climax, being edged for this long in such intense circumstances is getting too much for you.
“Beautiful…"
The woman pumps out a small amount of lube onto her fingertips, caressing every inch of your folds with the thick fluid before she slowly inserts the larger part of the toy inside you until the ears rest on your clit. The size of the toy is almost disappointing compared to what you'd previously had inside you but as the vibrations begin you can't help but cry out. It’s only on the lowest setting but the attention on both your sensitive spots has you bucking your hips wildly. One of her hands holds the toy in place as you rock against it and the other circles your nipples alternating between them, giving them the attention they crave. The toy is turned up a notch and a familiar heat coils in your belly.
“No no no this is all wrong!”
You feel hot lights shining upon your naked body and you look around to find yourself on some kind of set surrounded by people with all their attention in your direction, your release once again stolen from you. There’s a girl before you dressed in gorgeous floral lingerie with her head between your legs, her meek kittenish laps on your clit doing nothing but fanning your frustration to get off. A man with bright teal hair and a whiny voice emerges from behind a camera eyebrows furrowed and pouting.
“Yasuho, get over there and watch how a pro does it.”
The girl blushes as she pulls away, clearly embarrassed, and hurries off the stage. The man who had scolded her up takes her place.
“You better get this on film,” he shouts off to the side at a crew member.
You sigh as you feel his tongue begin swirling around your clit, it’s thicker than the girl’s and he’s clearly experienced, god you just want to cum already. Your legs come together quite violently around his head locking him in place as you moan loudly not caring that every second of this is being recorded.
He tuts at you, pulling your legs apart with a force he shouldn't have judging by his skinny body.
"Keep your legs open, you dumb whore, we're trying to make art over here."
He changes the angle keeping your legs spread to allow the camera to come closer to get a better shot. He presses into you, his movements over-exaggerated and over-enthusiastic. A flickering of tongue directly on your sensitive nub sends heat pooling throughout but like before the feeling quickly dissipates leaving you more frustrated than ever. When will you be free from this torture...
"Dr Zeppeli, is this really necessary…?"
Two blond men stand in front of you dressed in frock coats covered in dirt and blood.
"Hydrotherapy is a proven method for inducing hysterical paroxysm..."
The short-haired man you assume is an assistant gives the doctor an unamused look.
"Fine, my fingers are tired and we've got other patients to treat."
The assistant rolls his eyes behind the doctors back as he fiddles around with a hose pipe.
You're so done with all of this. Initially this whole experience felt like heaven now it feels like you've been plunged to the depths of hell but instead of fire and brimstone you're taunted by being kept on the edge, never being allowed to go over it.
You struggle to get away but your arms and legs are strapped tightly to the chair.
"Please. I can't take this anymore. Please stop."
Your pleas fall on deaf ears.
Dr Zeppeli flashes you a wide freakish smile revealing his gold teeth with his name carved into them, aiming the hose at you before turning the tap.
A cold and powerful jet of water hits your clit directly and the intensity is too much. You don’t even have time to cry out as you’re thrown almost immediately into the next loop.
You feel something already thrusting inside you, just at the right angle to hit your g-spot. The man above is staring intensely into your eyes, his long pink hair plastered to his face with sweat and his touches on your body possessive. He rolls his hips and you’re already so close as you lay sprawled out on a plush rug as the fireplace beside you crackles.
“I love you~” he coos in a sickly sweet voice but you don’t care what he’s saying, you aren’t listening at all. You dig your nails into his firm back and desperately try to rut against him, completely animalistic, your mind focused on one thing only, you feel the spark of your orgasm within your grasp once more and you’re ripped back from the edge yet again with tremendous force.
Your vision blurs through the beginnings of tears, you can’t see what’s happening this time. There feels like there’s many hands all over you, different sizes and textures, touching, groping, caressing every part of you.
You want it to stop but you also crave more. You’re so close, hungrily reaching out for a fruit that always manages to escape your grasp. You need it. You've never desired something so much in your life.
It feels like it never ends. Each loop makes you more desperate, your pussy burns for release like your lungs deprived of oxygen as you scream your voice hoarse. The need to come is the only thing that remains as you finally pass out.
***
You awaken with a start, the coldness of bare tiles against your face. Gold Experience Requiem looms above you, observing you with emotionless wide eyes.
You’re still in your clothes almost exactly as you’d left the hall except this time you’re on the floor. Your head pounds, your whole body sensitised in the worst way and your underwear is soaked, pussy swollen and aching.
“Join Passione.”
Giorno Giovanna’s voice cuts through your thoughts.
“You murdered one of my subordinates and planned to depose me but having witnessed your ability, I believe your stand will serve my organisation well. I’m offering you a second chance. “
You can’t refuse.
There’s an unspoken threat that hangs in the air despite his gentle tone and not just to you, Giorno has only shown you a glimpse of his power. You’re already a wreck, lord only knows what he could to you and your loved ones without even relying on the strength of Passione behind him.
But you just shudder, you want to grind against the floor, touch yourself … anything to relieve the ache inside of you, any last scrap of rebellion has been drained entirely from you.
In this moment you would sell your soul to Giorno Giovanna in exchange for the mercy of release.
With trembling legs, you gather all the remaining strength in your body trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs as you push your self-control to the limit. You take a few steps towards his chair and fall into a kneel before him.
His hand extends towards you and you take his remarkably soft hand in your own to place a clumsy kiss on the ring adorning his little finger, the image of pure submission. Your throat is too sore to talk but your action speaks louder than any words you could have said.
“Good girl.”
The praise makes your heart soar and from this man who you’d once hated, you want nothing more than for him to touch you.
He adjusts his fur coat as he rises from his seat, towering above you as you remain on your knees. A smile graces his lips. It’s the first time you’ve seen him be so expressive and he’s beyond radiant, smouldering with charisma.
Gold Experience Requiem materialises behind you, running it's hands slowly down your sides. You're instinctively aware it's the reason why you were thrown into all those loops and it's still teasing you, you pathetically whine in frustration in it's grip.
You look up, meeting Giorno's gaze.
All it takes is the delicate brush of it’s fingers against your clit and you instantly come undone, all the tension that had built up over the loops releasing in a single, brilliant moment.
You collapse onto the floor shaking in pure ecstasy with only the energy to let out a high pitched whimper as you soak your underwear and inner thighs with your cum. You pant and twitch revelling in the shocks of pleasure firing throughout your body for what feels like forever.
When you finally feel the sensation ebb away you look up at Don Giorno Giovanna, feeling a wave of regret wash over you as you wonder what the hell you've gotten yourself into. His smile looks a little more sinister now.
“I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Y/N”