NEW STORY TITLE: Mafia Dominion (Erotica)
Wife submits to mafia boss in future dystopian America.
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The Rebellion
Ann had just gotten back from her classes for the day. She was not expecting to meet her husband, John in the living room, waiting for her. He had a worried look on his face, and she became instantly concerned.
“Everything alright, honey?”
He forced a smile. “Now that you’re home, yes, it is.”
“You were meant to have a meeting with the chapter this evening, why are you home?”
“We got some information, Apparently, there was a raid on campus today.”
She sat next to him. “I did not hear about any raids.”
“It’s happening right now. They’re getting close, baby.” The worried look on his face showed just how scared he was.
They had been leading their students to protest against the corrupt political structure of the United States. It all started in the year 2040, after two decades of battling a global pandemic with heavy casualties, the population of the ruling class in America had reduced to practically nothing. The masses had lost all faith in the ruling class and those that were not killed off by the pandemic were taken out by angry mobs. Everyone had suffered terrible losses as a result of the pandemic.
The survivors were the few who were born immune, about half the population of the world was not so lucky. With such heavy losses, there was an upset in the ruling structure of most countries, the United States included.
Power had become something to grab, and with so much mistrust for politicians, power could only be taken by those who could inspire enough fear not to be opposed. The mafia had quickly taken advantage of the power vacuum, with their already organized criminal structure, they swung into action, they soon took over the United States, dividing the territory among their rank and file. Laws were changed instantly to suit their mafia ideologies and among all the perversions they permitted was sexual slavery as an alternative to prison. Many who had been part of the old ruling class with no ties to the mafia were taken straight to prison. The prison complexes were converted to concentration camps for whoever opposed the new order. It was full of old political office holders as well as anyone that so much as spoke openly against the mafia. The prisoners were subjected to untold levels of dehumanizing cruelty, and for most, death was a much better fate.
John and Ann had led secret protests against the new mafia government, and although they had the support of their students, they could not reveal their identities, especially not the identities of their students. They were known as the rebellion, and they operated in extreme secrecy.
They had their meetings using the school where John taught as the perfect cover. John and Ann were respectable teachers, and they both taught in the school, so it was not unheard of for them to have meetings with their students, but it seemed the mafia operative were beginning to sniff around the school. John was getting apprehensive; the impromptu raid had confirmed his suspicion. It was only by the fortunate anonymous tip from one of his students who had a boyfriend in the police that they knew of the raid on the school.
The police were just mafia foot soldiers, controlled entire by the mafia bosses. They were used for the purposes of enforcement and intimidation, nothing else. This meant that their presence was usually a precursor for arrest, trail and imprisonment, a fate worse than death.
“The police would claim that the raid was routine, but Shelly’s boyfriend warned us it was in fact targeted at rounding up the rebellion once and for all.” John sank in his seat. “At this rate, we’ll have no choice but to halt all activities until further notice. We cannot put those kids at risk. None of them could survive a day in prison, neither could we.”
Ann held his hands. “We can’t stop now. We have to be more careful, but we can’t afford to stop now. The future we are fighting for is for those kids more than anyone else. We’ll be more careful, more coordinated, more secretive, but we cannot stop, John.”
“I already told all the students: no gatherings, discussions or any communication. We will go to ground for a while, but only after one final protest right in the middle of city hall.”
“That’s a bit daring, isn’t it?”
“Well, that’s why it will work. They would not be expecting it.”
The day came for the protest, and the plan was for everyone involved to show up at the city hall in plain clothes as the mafia mayor addressed the city. Such gatherings were heavily guarded, but the masses were strongly encouraged to attend, a way for the mafia to consolidate their hold on the populace. it would be a crowded affair, so the rebellion could infiltrate it as everyday citizens.
The mayor began his speech reminding the citizens how the mafia was their saving grace, the only force saving them from anarchy. He further encouraged them to comply with all the mafia laws, and they would enjoy the reign of the mafia.
“We will not be ruled by gangsters!!!” a voice rang through the crowd.” The guards turned their attention in the direction the voice had come from.
“Criminals should be in jail, not in office.” Another voice rang out on the other side of the hall. Before the security and guards could react. Many people had started to chant, scattered all over the crowd. The chants got louder and the crowd started to get rowdy. Some headed for the exits in fear for their own lives. Others joined the chants of the rebellion. The mayor turned to leave, escorted by his security detail. Just as suddenly as it began, a canister of tear gas was shot right into the crowd, and another, and another. The chaos that ensued was meant for the rebellion to escape as they came, blending in with the crowd. The plan worked and everyone dispersed, just as they had come.
John and Ann got home that night in high spirits; another victory had been won. They headed straight for bed, but the night was far from over. They had barely been home for an hour when a loud thud rang though their small apartment. Before either of them could react, their apartment was breached and armed men had stormed into their home. they cuffed both John and Ann and dragged them off to the waiting van. They were not blindfolded, but it was very dark in the van.
They drove off with them in the van the drive was not a long one, but the terror John felt was indescribable. His worst nightmare had come to reality. He held Ann’s hands, but he knew the impending doom was inevitable. The van stopped and they were talked out of the van, and into a courtroom.
The dock was filled with their students and they were all arraigned to answer for the crime of insurrection against the mafia government.
“How do you plead?”
“Not guilty.” John screamed.
“Let the records show that the defendants have chosen to lie to the court, and their testimony is therefore waived.”
A recording of the city hall incident started to play on one of the screens. A close up shot of each of the faces of the defendants was clearly shown, undeniable evidence.
One of the ruling oligarchs named Cornelius was the presiding judge. He peered at the dock; his eyes locked onto Ann instantly. A smirk formed on his face.
“In view of the undeniable evidence, I have every reason to sentence you all to life imprisonment.”
John’s heart sank as Cornelius pronounced his judgment. He knew they would all be dead by the end of the week if they were sent off to prison. He was more scared for Ann than for anyone else. He knew what could happen to a woman as beautiful as she was in such a hellish prison. He shuddered at the thought.
Cornelius continued to speak. “I however have decided to tamper justice with mercy. These defendants are young, and they have a long life ahead of them, a life that can still be turned around I f they are given a second chance. However, in order for that to happen, one of you must be willing to make a sacrifice fir the freedom of the others.
“I’ll gladly lay down my life if it would mean freedom for my students.” John spoke up.
“Quiet. Your life is of no value to me. The sacrifice that would make a difference has to be one that would profit me.” He turned his eyes back on Ann. If you were to submit yourself to serve me, I could profit from your servitude, and that would be worth my mercy.”
Ann looked around at her students. She took a deep breath. There really was no choice to be made. She could either let herself be subjected to servitude under Cornelius, or she could be subjected to the horrors of prison alongside all her students.
“You have ten minutes to make your choice.” Cornelius banged the gavel and the defendants were all taken to an adjoining room where they could discuss.
“This is absurd.” John blurted out. He was fuming with rage, a useless emotion that was yet unavoidable.
Ann held his hands. “I know how absurd it is, but all our lives are on the line here. ”
The students gathered around them. Hey hugged her as they all wept. There was no choice for Ann. She could never let anything happen to her students. She would rather serve Cornelius. She hugged her husband, she knew this could mean goodbye for her, and she was fine with it, if it meant her husband and her students could go free.
The door swung open, interrupting their tearful moment. Cornelius walked in with a wicked grin on his face.
“Has the rebellion decided?”
Ann stepped forward. “I will serve you ion exchange for the freedom of everyone in this room.”
“Admirable.” He snapped his fingers and a man came in clutching some papers. He handed the papers to Ann.
“You cannot be in my employ and stay married, now, can you?”