The Capo's mansion was a sprawling estate, filled with the ill-gotten gains of a lifetime of crime. But of all the rooms in the mansion, it was his son's bedroom that held the most interest for me.
I was led into the room by one of the Capo's henchmen, a burly man with a blank expression. I didn't recognize him, but then again, I didn't recognize much of anything anymore. My mind was a fog, and I was little more than a mindless sex slave, eager to please my new master.
The Capo's son, a young man in his early twenties, leered at me as I entered the room. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his dark hair slicked back. He looked every inch the mafia prince, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of serving him.
"Well, well, well," he said, eyeing me up and down. "Look at you, Miss Trunchbull. You've become quite the deliciously plump sex slave, haven't you?"
I cooed in response, my mind too addled to form coherent thoughts. I stood before him in my frumpy housecoat, my hair pulled back into a top knot donut bun.
"Take that thing off," he commanded, gesturing to my housecoat.
I obeyed, stripping down to my bare skin. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I stood before him, exposed and vulnerable.
"Bend over and show me your ass," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
I did as I was told, bending over and sticking my ass in the air. I could feel his gaze on me, and I wiggled my butt, eager to please him.
"Good girl," he said, patting me on the head. "You're going to start a new physical training regimen. I want you to eat more food and train your butt to look thick and sexy for me."
I nodded, still in my mindless state. I began to shovel food into my mouth, eager to follow his commands.
He watched me with amusement, making playful insults about my gluttony.
"Change your hair bun style again," he commanded, his voice sharp. "This time, to a messy bun."
I obeyed, giggling like a schoolgirl as I fumbled with my hair.
"From now on, you're going to be my personal hair bun slave and anal fucktoy," he said, his voice filled with authority.
I purred in response, my mind too foggy to understand the gravity of his words.
And with that, he proceeded to use me as such, while I remained in my mindless, obedient state.
The chapter ends with the Capo laughing and me cooing, as the mafia henchman looks on with a mix of amusement and disgust.
The reader is left wondering how Miss Trunchbull, once a strong and controlling headmistress, has been reduced to this state. But little do they know, this is just the beginning of my descent into depravity.
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