Groomed, Trapped, Enslaved. The Complete Story.

by Amelia Stark

  I gratefully retire to the kitchen, where I collapse on a chair and cry my heart out. Where has it all gone wrong? Does Sergio have any real feelings for me, or is he going to expect me to work for him as a prostitute? Was Candy telling the truth about the other girls and did she spend time living with him, until he put her to work on the streets? I know that I will soon find out the answers to all these questions…

  Chapter 11

  When I arrive back in the lounge with the coffees, Candy is sitting on Angelo’s lap, with her arms round his neck trying to kiss him. The slim prostitute, has discarded her denim skirt and white panties, enabling the young Italian total freedom to fondle her body. While his right hand dips between her thighs, fingering her exposed, bald cunt, his left hand is up her tight blue cotton top squeezing and pummelling her breast.

  The lewd display revolts me and I look away in disgust before handing the two men their coffee.

  “Judy, you’ll be sleeping in the spare bedroom with Paola tonight, so go and have a shower.” Sergio announces, matter-of-factly.

  I’m horrified at this news, but I can’t protest, because of the gag, so I scuttle away, noticing a satisfied smirk on Candy’s face as I leave the room.

  I’m relieved to get out of the punishment dress and to unfasten the nipple clamps, which have been driving me crazy ever since putting them on.

  I’m grateful for another shower, but mortified to know that the big Italian will soon be joining me in bed. I stay under the soothing spray for an inordinately long time, ruing the fact that I’m involved with Sergio. There is one bright light on the horizon and that is that Sergio’s friends will be gone in the morning.

  As soon as I’ve finished and dried myself, I switch the main light off and slip between the sheets. I don’t bother to put any clothes on, because I reason that at some point during the night they’d probably get ripped off my body!

  I don’t have long to wait before I hear the door swinging open, followed by the sound of the shower running. Paola is very quick and doesn’t even bother to dry himself, he’s that eager to fuck me!

  I squeeze my eyes tightly shut when the bed sags and a hand grabs my foot. In the half light of the en-suite bathroom I can just make out the bulky silhouette of the naked Mafia boss.

  “Roll onto your stomach whore!” he commands.

  I want to protest, but can’t. He’s easily twice my size and can really hurt me if he wants, but I’m slow to respond and in the dark shadows, missed the movement of his arm. THWATT!

  “Muuuuuuuuph!” Rolls up from my throat.

  The tawse landed right across the front of my thighs, just below my vulva and sent me into an apoplectic fit. I twist and turn my body, as terrible pains shoot down my legs and up into my groin. I nearly double up, but managed to roll over onto my front, as instructed. THWATT! THWATT!

  “Muuuuuuuuph!” My body arches, as two more blows send fierce pains exploding across my posterior.

  “Fucking do as you’re told next time!” he growls.

  I grab a pillow and bury my face in it, fearing some more blows will follow, but he has other ideas. He lays the tawse on my back, forces my legs apart with his huge paws and climbs between them.

  “You’ve got to learn whore, to jump when I say jump!”

  His hands begin to kneed my buttocks, while his knees push forward, spreading my thighs further apart.

  He leans over me, grabs my elbows and pulls them back so he can pull my wrists together. I hear a familiar sound, when he closes a pair of metal hand cuffs onto my wrists and then produces another pair and fastens them above my elbows, pulling them together painfully.

  I groan, when he lifts my hips and butt into the air and then shoves me forward. My head becomes crammed up against the padded headboard while my knees are forced under me.

  I have nowhere to go, because he’s right behind me. I feel him grab my buttocks and try to stretch them wider apart with his powerful hands. He’s grunting with satisfaction, clearly excited at having gotten his hands on the big prize and having all the time in the world to abuse me. Both of my sore orifices are completely stretched and at his mercy. I grimace when I feel his fingers and thumbs dig into my tender ass flesh.

  While his hands are pulling, his thumbs force their way into my anus as though he’s peeling an orange. He begins to stretch my sphincter beyond its elasticity, clearly not satisfied with having fucked me in the ass once already. The greedy bastard wants a second helping!

  The pain is unbearable and I scream round the gag, into the pillow, unable to move or stop what he’s doing to me. Suddenly, he dips lower and begins rubbing and digging his thumbs into the rolling lips of my labia.

  “Muuuuuuumph!” I scream silently into the gag, as he grips both sides of my cunt and pulls my lips apart cruelly, before rolling and pinching them between his thumb and forefingers.

  The sadistic monster wants to hurt me before fucking me and from his grunting and satisfied chuckles, he’s clearly enjoying himself. I shudder when he prises me open even further and drives his throbbing cock deep into my soft unresisting quim.

  Weirdly my juices are gushing and my muscles seem to welcome and then grab his cock, as it plunges in and painfully bottomed out in my womb. The wet, slapping sound of his phallus and balls relentlessly pounding my cunt and vulva, resound around the bedroom, but his MO dictates the use of my anus, which I know won’t be as accommodating as my sodden cunt.

  The attack on my restrained body starts to have a devastating effect on my nervous system and even when he withdraws from my quim in readiness to spear my anus, my climax continues to build, threatening to explode my sensibilities apart.

  His hands and probing thumbs move up and as they pull my sphincter open, his rock hard cock joins his thumbs, which drop away, as he drives his thick stem deep into my rectum.

  I feel his fingers searching under my belly, between my legs, finding my wet labia and begin to finger fuck my sodden quim, creating a maelstrom of sensations in my body. His fingers aren’t in me for long though, for when he withdraws from my anus, he pulls his fingers out to lubricate his cock, before spearing me again and again. He reaches forward and grabs my bunches, so that he can ride my butt cheeks as though I was a bucking bronco!

  The man is a beast and pounds my ass mercilessly, until he finally unloads deep inside my bowels. If I cried a tear, I cried a thousand and the pillow is soon soaking wet beneath me.

  He eventually rolls off the bed and returns to the bathroom to shower, while I remain in my squatting pose, sobbing my heart out. Even when Paulo returns and pushes me onto my side, so he can sleep, I lay awake thinking about the disastrous evening and bitterly regret ever meeting Sergio and his Italian friends!

  * * *

  I must have fallen into a deep sleep, because when I wake to the sound of voices, it’s the morning and bright sunshine is streaming through the window.

  Candy enters the room and comes over to my prone body on the bed. The girl has a wicked gleam in her eyes and I can tell that she’s enjoying every minute of my painful plight. I can’t quite understand how I slept so soundly, because my shoulders and arms are aching terribly, however I remember the drugs and assume that it acted as an anaesthetic.

  “Sorry about last night,” she crows. “Sergio wants to have a chat and then we gotta go out together.” She unlocks the handcuffs that are binding my arms and wrists together and then with my help, removes the gag and harness from my head. As soon as I’m free of the restraints, I stand up and look Candy in the eye.

  “Why have we got to go out together?” I ask, trying to sound as though I have a backbone.

  “Sergio will explain everything. You’ve gotta shower and get dressed quickly. Its midday and the guys are going out soon.”

  This is good news, so I decide not to talk to her again, even though she’s standing in my way. My ire rises when I realise she’s wearing a red dress that Sergio bought for me and is deliberately flaunting it in front of me. I hadn�
��t liked the frock, because I don’t like wearing red, but that’s not the point! I try to push past her, to return to my own bedroom, but she grabs my arm.

  “Not so fast. Sergio wants you to shower here and I’ll get some clothes from the other room.” Candy explains. “You’re gonna sleep in here for the week until Paola goes back to Italy. Apparently, he likes your boy ass and boy tits, so you’d better get used to having his cock up your tush for the foreseeable future!”

  Another cold smirk slips across her face and the dull pain in my anus suddenly seems a lot worse. It’s pointless arguing with her, so I make up my mind to ignore her comments.

  “Take my advice and get yourself some Vaseline!” She laughs.

  Again, I ignore her crude comments, because I knew she’s trying to upset me and I don’t want to show her that she’s succeeding.

  “Can you bring me some clean underwear, my denim shorts and a blouse?”

  I put a sarcastic lilt to my voice, but she seems to miss the mocking tone. I jump in the shower and began to consider my options. I don’t want to believe what Candy was saying about Sergio chucking me out, but I know that he has to let Paola have what he wants, because he’s the boss. It’s just unfortunate that he wants me!

  I should walk out and go to my friends Suzy’s, but she’s now living with her boyfriend in a small flat and I know they haven’t got room for me. I decide to wait and see what he says and then I’ll make my mind up later, I decide.

  When I return to the bedroom, after my shower, I find Candy has dumped a pile of my clothes on the bed and is sitting beside them waiting for me. She holds a pink Lycra dress up and throws it on the bed as I approach her.

  “Paola wants you to wear that dress and these other things. Get your ass moving Judy, cos he’s getting a bit impatient and he’s not a nice man when he’s angry!”

  I had a taste of his anger during the night, so I hurry to dress into the clothes Candy has provided. The pink dress is a little thicker and tighter than some of Sergio’s selections and flattens my chest when I pull it up a bit.

  However, looking in the mirror, I can’t see why Candy thinks my butt is boyish, because mine is more pert than her thin ass!

  I walk through to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and I’m soon joined by Sergio, who has a grave expression on his face. I try to put my arms round him, but he pushes me away.

  “Judy, everything has changed after last night little performance,” he begins.

  “No Sergio, It was a mista…” He cuts me off.

  “Listen to me you stupid cunt!” I step back in shock and clam up. “You’ll lose your job when they find out about your arrest, so I want you to go in tomorrow and tell them that you’re leaving straight away. That way you can start working for me down at the agency.”

  “No Sergio, I can’t do that, I wouldn’t be any good doing what Candy does.” I whine.

  “Listen to me Judy, after your conviction you’ll be unemployable. I’m offering you a place to live, a secure job and we’ll still see plenty of each other. I’m planning to go on holiday to Italy soon and I want to take you with me, providing you behave.”

  He waits for this news to sink in, but my mind is in a terribly confused state.

  “All you have to do is quit your job and start at the agency,” he continues. “Besides, as soon as you get going, you’ll earn a lot more cash than sitting behind a desk!”

  It all sounds like the final step into purgatory, but do I really have a choice? I enjoyed pretending to be a prostitute – for a brief period! Will I get any enjoyment if I allow Sergio to turn me into one? I have a lot to think about and if Sergio wants me to entertain Paola for a week in his flat, then I have a time to think things over and maybe get the chance to change his mind.

  I still can’t quite grasp the fact that my life has taken such a dramatic turn for the worse. Can I suffer seven days of Paola shafting my ass? And what’s going to happen to me after that, I wonder?

  Chapter 12

  I busy myself with my makeup and try not to think of how my situation has deteriorated in such a short space of time. If only I hadn’t given up my own flat on the outskirts of Brighton, I would at least have somewhere to go, even though I’m going to lose my job. However, without a job and being unemployable, how would I be able to afford it?

  It gradually dawns on me that I’ve become a prisoner of Circumstance. I’m now sure that Sergio and Candy are working hand in hand and that he’s using her to continue my transformation into one of his expensive escort girls. He’s using both of us to develop his damn modelling agency and there isn’t much I can do about it, for now.

  I glance at my watch. It’s 2 pm already and Candy is waiting impatiently for me to finish getting ready to go out with her. Sergio and Paola have just left the flat to go and meet an associate at a club in town, leaving us with orders to go to the agency and meet them later in the evening at a restaurant. Candy wanders into the bedroom and gives me a withering glare.

  “For fucks sake girl, get a move on. After we’ve called in at the agency, I’ll take you down to Dover House and show you your apartment. Then we’ve gotta meet the men at St George’s Grill for dinner at 7.00”

  “Look Candy, I’m sure that Sergio will let me stay, when he calms down. You know him, he’s so hot headed, besides I’ve got all my stuff here,” I add lamely.

  In my heart of hearts, I know I’m on my way out, but I don’t like to think that Candy has some sort of authority over me. After all, she’s been working for Sergio down at the agency, as one of his prostitutes, until Sergio’s boss turned up on the scene and took a liking to me! I start to blame the Mafioso boss for my misfortune and tell myself that when he goes back to Italy things might return to normal.

  “It was decided, even before you fucked up, Judy. I told you when we were out yesterday, that he beds the girls first and then after a month or two, once he’s trained them, he moves them down to Dover House. The only difference with you is your naivety. Most of the girls are already streetwise and have no problem starting to work at the agency.” Naivety? Is that what she calls grooming an innocent girlfriend to become a prostitute. My blood begins to boil, but I drop the subject for the time being.

  “What about you?” I ask, wondering when she lived with Sergio.

  “Don’t worry about me Judy. Just hurry up, we’ve gotta go!”

  I was exasperated, because I fell under Sergio’s spell, like the other girls Candy talks about. However, in the beginning, when he started to mistreat me, I thought I was different and could get him to change and maybe settle down with me. Now I realized it’s a forlorn hope and I’m half way to becoming a prostitute like Candy.

  The problem is that I’m not cut out to be a prostitute, because physical violence scares the hell out of me, much more than sex and I know that the prostitutes take some terrible beatings. Candy is a perfect example of one, and completely different to me. She’s sassy and bossy, with a real attitude, while I’m shy, coy and a bit sheepish.

  She’s streetwise and aggressive and could probably handle the johns with ease, while on the other hand, I’m timid and malleable. I’m definitely not qualified to work in her profession, apart from the fact that I’ve got the right body and looks.

  The news of Paola’s interest, scares the shit out of me, because he’s a brutal man and seems to have a delectation for both vaginal and anal sex. I was shocked when Candy said the men thought I had a boyish figure, because she’s the first person to ever point it out to me.

  So many mixed up thoughts buzz around in my head, while I apply my makeup and study my reflection in the mirror. After what Candy said, I try and make myself look as feminine as possible, with a bit of extra makeup.

  I’m duty bound to tell my employers about my arrest. They won’t understand that it’s a one-off mistake and will promptly sack me, so it’s better that I leave of my own accord, before they find out. That’s the only thing about the whole mess that makes any sense
!

  * * *

  Candy hurries me along and after leaving Sergio’s flat, we jump into a taxi, which takes us down to Brighton town centre. It’s a lovely summer’s day and the seaside resort is buzzing with hordes of daytrip visitors.

  Usually our skimpy clothing would look out of place and imply that we’re on the pull. However, on such a hot day, everyone is wearing revealing summer outfits, which makes me feel a lot more comfortable.

  The agency is located over a row of small shops, one of which I notice is selling adult sex toys and clothing. The entrance is a single door, which has a brass plaque beside it, bearing the legend, AMBROSI MODELING & ESCORT AGENCY.

  Candy rings the bell and a buzzer sounds, releasing the door, which she pushes open to reveal a flight of stairs, leading up to the first floor. I follow her up the stairs and feel another pang of jealousy when I study the clothes she’s wearing, because I had been under the impression that Sergio had bought them for me.

  She’s wearing a red strappy sundress, which has skinny straps, a fitted bodice and a full skirt. I hadn’t liked the frock, because I hate wearing red, but that’s not the point! It makes her look respectable, while the pull-on Spandex, strapless dress makes me look like a tart!

  My dress is a gaudy pink and hugs my body like a second skin. I don’t like the way the tight bodice flattens my modest boobs. However, I think that my erect nipples, which are straining against the tight material, look very impressive.

  To complete my outfit, I’m wearing a pink thong, a pair of white 3” stilettoes and a matching vinyl shoulder bag. As we climb the stairs, I notice that Candy is also wearing a thong, which I think makes her butt look smaller than mine.

  The staircase leads to an open plan office, where four desks sit unoccupied. A tall man, standing by a water cooler and filling a paper cup, turns to face us.

  “Candy, where the devil have you been?”

  He walks toward us and takes a sip of his drink.