fabrizio00
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Fabrizio was a 25-year-old Italian, heir to an immense fortune amassed by his family in the luxury industry. He lived a life of ease, between villas on Lake Como and private jet trips, but that evening, his luck seemed to have run out. While walking through the streets of Tokyo during a business trip, a black car pulled up beside him. Before he could react, a group of girls grabbed him with astonishing speed, immobilizing him and dragging him away. They weren’t just any girls—they were members of an all-female Yakuza clan, led by the feared Luna.
When Fabrizio woke up, he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a bed with his arms and legs tied to the four corners. His heart pounded as he tried to figure out what was happening. Then Luna appeared before him, a young woman with hair as black as night and a smile as sharp as a blade. She wore a dark kimono with red accents, and her eyes gleamed with fierce determination.
“Fabrizio,” she said in a soft but menacing accent, “we know who you are. We know about your bank accounts. We want the code to your credit card. Give it to us, and we’ll let you go.”
Fabrizio clenched his teeth. “I won’t give you anything,” he replied, his voice shaky but resolute.
Luna let out a soft laugh, a sound that chilled his blood. “Oh, you will. You have no idea what’s coming.” She gestured to the other girls, three silent figures who approached the bed with an eerie calm. Each had a specific role, a specialization that Fabrizio would soon discover at his own expense.
The torture began without warning. Luna positioned herself near Fabrizio’s head, her long, nimble fingers poised to strike. With a slow, deliberate motion, she started tickling his armpits. It wasn’t just tickling—it was an art, a torment designed to push the victim to the brink. Luna’s nails danced over the sensitive skin, alternating between light touches and quicker movements, and Fabrizio burst into uncontrollable, hysterical laughter.
“Enjoying it, aren’t you?” Luna whispered, leaning close with a sadistic smile. “No one ever resists me. Ever.”
Meanwhile, another girl, Yuki, focused on Fabrizio’s feet. With feathers and expert fingers, she tickled the soles, finding every sensitive spot with surgical precision. A third, Hana, targeted his sides and stomach, using her hands to pinch and tease relentlessly. The fourth, Rei, worked on his ribs, slipping between them with a delicacy that amplified the torment.
Hours passed, and the torture showed no mercy. Three endless hours, an unrelenting agony. Fabrizio laughed until he couldn’t breathe, his body wracked with uncontrollable spasms. When the laughter faded, tears took over—he cried desperately, pleading between sobs, but the girls didn’t stop. Luna, in particular, seemed to take almost personal pleasure in watching him break. “Give me the code,” she repeated, her voice sweet as poison, her fingers never ceasing their assault.
Finally, after three hours of hell, Fabrizio couldn’t take it anymore. He was at his limit, on the verge of passing out, his face streaked with tears and his voice reduced to a rasp. “Stop… please… I’ll tell you…” With a faint whisper, he confessed the credit card code, handing the girls access to his fortune.
Luna stopped, satisfied, and signaled the others. “Good work, girls. We’re done.” They untied Fabrizio, who collapsed on the bed, exhausted and broken. He had no strength left, physical or mental. The girls vanished into the night with their prize, leaving Fabrizio alone, unable to react.
He couldn’t report anything. There wasn’t a mark on his body, no evidence of what he’d endured. Only the memory of that forced laughter and the tears he couldn’t stop. Luna and her clan had won, and Fabrizio knew he’d never forget that night.
When Fabrizio woke up, he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a bed with his arms and legs tied to the four corners. His heart pounded as he tried to figure out what was happening. Then Luna appeared before him, a young woman with hair as black as night and a smile as sharp as a blade. She wore a dark kimono with red accents, and her eyes gleamed with fierce determination.
“Fabrizio,” she said in a soft but menacing accent, “we know who you are. We know about your bank accounts. We want the code to your credit card. Give it to us, and we’ll let you go.”
Fabrizio clenched his teeth. “I won’t give you anything,” he replied, his voice shaky but resolute.
Luna let out a soft laugh, a sound that chilled his blood. “Oh, you will. You have no idea what’s coming.” She gestured to the other girls, three silent figures who approached the bed with an eerie calm. Each had a specific role, a specialization that Fabrizio would soon discover at his own expense.
The torture began without warning. Luna positioned herself near Fabrizio’s head, her long, nimble fingers poised to strike. With a slow, deliberate motion, she started tickling his armpits. It wasn’t just tickling—it was an art, a torment designed to push the victim to the brink. Luna’s nails danced over the sensitive skin, alternating between light touches and quicker movements, and Fabrizio burst into uncontrollable, hysterical laughter.
“Enjoying it, aren’t you?” Luna whispered, leaning close with a sadistic smile. “No one ever resists me. Ever.”
Meanwhile, another girl, Yuki, focused on Fabrizio’s feet. With feathers and expert fingers, she tickled the soles, finding every sensitive spot with surgical precision. A third, Hana, targeted his sides and stomach, using her hands to pinch and tease relentlessly. The fourth, Rei, worked on his ribs, slipping between them with a delicacy that amplified the torment.
Hours passed, and the torture showed no mercy. Three endless hours, an unrelenting agony. Fabrizio laughed until he couldn’t breathe, his body wracked with uncontrollable spasms. When the laughter faded, tears took over—he cried desperately, pleading between sobs, but the girls didn’t stop. Luna, in particular, seemed to take almost personal pleasure in watching him break. “Give me the code,” she repeated, her voice sweet as poison, her fingers never ceasing their assault.
Finally, after three hours of hell, Fabrizio couldn’t take it anymore. He was at his limit, on the verge of passing out, his face streaked with tears and his voice reduced to a rasp. “Stop… please… I’ll tell you…” With a faint whisper, he confessed the credit card code, handing the girls access to his fortune.
Luna stopped, satisfied, and signaled the others. “Good work, girls. We’re done.” They untied Fabrizio, who collapsed on the bed, exhausted and broken. He had no strength left, physical or mental. The girls vanished into the night with their prize, leaving Fabrizio alone, unable to react.
He couldn’t report anything. There wasn’t a mark on his body, no evidence of what he’d endured. Only the memory of that forced laughter and the tears he couldn’t stop. Luna and her clan had won, and Fabrizio knew he’d never forget that night.
