by Amelia Stark
Rosa is standing by a doorway, halfway down the passageway, so I hurry down past several other metal doors and join her, in what can only be described as a cell!
The room is about 12 feet square and has two single beds on the side walls. A small wardrobe stands at the end of each bed and two chest of drawers sit beneath a long thin window, set into the top of the wall, well out of reach of anyone standing in the cell.
“Er, is this where I’m staying?” I can’t keep the disappointment out of my voice.
“Yes English. This is your room.”
“My name is Judy, Carla. Please use it,” I retort, expecting her to show me some respect.
She looked me up and down and scowls.
“Huh! English whore is what you are! You keep this room tidy or I punish you!”
I put my hands on my hips and think about saying something, but desist, because my confidence is starting to ebb away. She turns and leaves, slamming the metal door behind her. I hear a key turn in the lock and panic.
“STOP,” I yell, running to the door. “You can’t lock me in, I need the toilet. OPEN THE DOOR!”
There’s silence, so I bang again, but no one comes. A sudden feeling of desolation comes over me. I turn round and spot something under the iron bedstead, so getting down on my knees, I find the item is a white enamel bed-pot, which looks as though it was made in the 19th century. I feel as though I’ve entered a barbaric world some 200 years in the past!
I’m furious at them for treating me like a prisoner. I hadn’t known what to expect when they told me I was coming here with Rosa, but surely I deserve better than this? Still, I have no option now, but to unpack, get some sleep and hope that things improve in the morning. At least I haven’t got Paola thrashing my ass and spearing whichever orifice he takes a fancy to!
I unpack, change into my pyjamas and use the chamber pot, before taking out a magazine from my bag. I’ve just opened it when the lights go out, plunging me into darkness!
I’m horrified at first, because there isn’t even a glimmer of light leaking from around the door or from the high widow above my head. I’m not the bravest person in the dark, so I lay down on one of the beds, close my eyes and pray that I’ll quickly fall asleep.
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I wake with a start to the sound of wood hitting metal. The lights are back on and when I focus my bleary eyes, I discover that Carla is standing in the middle of the cell, wielding a wooden stick and knocking it against the end of the other bedstead.
“Come on English. Get up girl. It’s 5.30 and there’s work to be done,” she says in a rather stilted version of pigeon English.
I sit up and look around the room, bleary eyed. I become alarmed when I notice that Carla is holding a leather tawse in her other hand.
“Work! 5.30! What are you talking about? Where’s Rosa?” I ask sleepily.
“Mistress Rosa has gone to Milan on business. I’m in charge. You do as I say. Get up and put those on.”
She’s pointing with her stick, to a pile of clothes that are lying on the end of the bed. There’s a clear threat from the weapons in her hands, and I’m in no doubt that if provoked, she intends to use them. I reach down and sort through the clothes.
The first item is a tiny white cotton thong. I gingerly step into it and realize that my butt is going to be very vulnerable, if she decides to hit me with either implement.
I stand up and pull it into place under my short nighty and glance at Carla who’s standing with her arms folded impatiently tapping her foot. I quickly lift my nighty off and reach for the white blouse.
“Don’t see what the master sees in you skinny whores,” the housekeeper grumbles. “Not enough meat on you to last through the winter!”
I button the blouse, which is designed to reveal my modest cleavage and step into a short, red pleated skirt and ankle length white socks. A pair of black 3” stilettos are by the bed, so I slip them on and stand up.
“I hear English whores are lazy. If you lazy I punish. Understand?” I nod, as she waves the tawse in front of my face. “Follow me!”
We return to the kitchen, where a girl, dressed in an identical outfit, is sitting at the breakfast table. “Sit English and eat. Hurry. The master will be up soon.”
“The Master?” I query.
“Master Bruno. You call him Master. Understand?”
I nod and t turn my attention to the plate of dry toast, which Carla has put in front of me.
“Can I have some butter please?” I ask politely.
I notice the other girl look up from her dry toast and shake her head.
“No. You whores too fat. The master wants to see his whore fitter. Eat quickly and no talking!”
I laugh inwardly at such a big woman calling me fat! What a fucking joke! While I munch away on the dry toast I scrutinize the other girl sitting at the table.
I guess that she’s about my age. She’s slim, maybe a little taller than me, has short fair hair, the same length as mine, and a petite round face. I wait until the housekeeper leaves the room before talking to her.
“Hi, my name is Judy. What’s yours?” I inquire.
Her large brown eyes dart around the room and then return to stare back at me.
“Maria.” She whispers, and looks around again to see if she’d been overheard by anyone.
She has the cutest rosebud lips, and a habit of licking them with the tip of her tongue. An adorable button nose, high cheekbones and an extremely fair complexion make her particularly attractive. I suddenly realized that she’s very similar to me, with the exception that I have black hair and hers is fair.
I can clearly see that the poor girl is terrified of the housekeeper and I begin to wonder how long she’s been living at the villa. I keep quiet when the housekeeper returns with a large bottle of mineral water and watch her fill two glasses. I despair when I realize that we’re going to have to make do with water again.
“Can I have a cup of coffee please?” I ask.
“Not until later in the day. Drink your water now!” she says scowling at me.
I watch the housekeeper preparing a tray of food at the other end of the table and began to salivate, as she places bacon, sausages and eggs on one of the plates. Suddenly, a bell starts ringing merrily, high on the wall. I look up and see that it’s the middle one of three marked, ‘Master Camera de letto’.
Maria looks around anxiously, seemingly afraid that something bad is about to happen. Her sad eyes look at me and I’m sure I recognize terror in her fixed stare.
“English! Bring this up to Master Bruno. I show you the way.” I stand up and walk round to pick up the tray. “You only speak when he asks you question,” she explains threateningly.
I walk over to collect the tray and another glance at Maria tells me that she’s relieved that I’ve been given the task to deliver breakfast to the Godfather. My knees begin to wobble, as I turn to follow the portly housekeeper.
Chapter 22
I follow the housekeeper up the stairs, along the landing and into the huge master bedroom. Rosa’s Father is half sitting and half reclining against some pillows, but sits bolt upright, as we approach the bed. I catch my breath, because a vast window reveals a breath-taking view of snow covered mountains and deep green valleys.
The stocky man exchanges a few words with the housekeeper in Italian and then signals to me to place the tray on his lap. Once I’ve laid it down and straightened up, I notice the housekeeper lay the fingered tawse on the side of the bed, well within his reach.
“You stay. Help Master eat breakfast. Then you do as he says. Understand girl?”
I nod at the housekeeper, watch her leave the bedroom and then turn my attention back to Rosa’s father. He starts to eat the food, but his eyes study me intently, clearly trying to imagine me naked. A few minutes pass and then he holds up his knife and waves it in a little circle at me.
“Girl strip!” he orders.
I stare at Rosa’s uncle, totally shocked
by the suddenness of the command. In my naivety I assumed that I would be helping Rosa on an assignment, not being used as a sex toy by Sergio’s uncle!
Bruno is a bigger man than Sergio and I guess that he’s in his mid-fifties. He has very wide shoulders and his large frame appears to be made of solid muscle. His short dark hair is greying, as are his heavy eyebrows above hard, intelligent hazel eyes.
There’s a definite family resemblance with Sergio and Paola, so I naturally find him quite attractive. However, I’m frightened by the sight of such a man mountain. I watch his granite-like face intently to see what sort of expression he pulls when I protest.
“Er… No, please, can I see Rosa…” My voice trails away, because he suddenly pushes the tray to the far side of the bed and reaches for the tawse, which Carla had laid there for his use.
I panic and quickly start to undo the buttons of my blouse. However, he’s on his feet, before the cotton garment has dropped to the floor. I scrabble with the skirt and thong and even though I’m standing totally naked as he requested, he still advances toward me. I gawp at the naked hulk of a man, who towers over me, and can’t help noticing his semi hard penis, protruding from the largest set of testicles I’ve ever seen.
I step back in fear, but he moves forward and grabs my arm.
“Please… I’m sorry… Please!” I cry out in alarm.
My pleading has no effect and before I know what’s happened, the giant of a man has spun me round, so that his left arm encircles my body. With a twist of his hips he pushes me down, under his arm, so that my naked ass is in the air. The man is more than twice my size and I’m totally helpless while he grips me in such a position.
“Listen English whore. You not listen to Sergio or Rosa. You listen to Master. Understand?” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
“Neeeeeeeeeh!” I scream, when a series of fierce pains, explode across my buttocks.
My feet leave the ground and my legs kick out at thin air, while I ty to twist my body away from the blows, but my movement only earns me a brief respite, because he holds me on his hip and sits down on the edge of the bed, so that he could position me over his knees. Tears begin to flow down my face as I become desperate to cool the raging fire in my butt cheeks.
“Please Master,” I plead through my tears. “I’m sorry, don’t hit me again!” ” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
“Neeeeeeeeeeh!” I howl, when another series of blows shatter every nerve ending in my tender bulb. My legs lever apart, as I try to fight and dispel the pain, revealing to him my smooth pouting pussy, with its sparkling clitoris adornment!
“Pleeeeeze! No more! “Pleeeeeze!” I cry over and over again, desperate for the pain to stop.
I feel a modicum of relief when he lays one of his huge hands on my blazing cheeks. My bum is so petite and his hand is so large it almost covers the whole of my ass! He slides two fingers down the crack of my ass and nudges my thighs apart.
“Open wide!” he growls.
I swiftly comply by throwing my legs wide apart and feel the double digits slide over my perineum and plunge straight into my creamy quim. It feels as though I’m being speared by a regular sized cock! He feels my tightness for a minute and then suddenly pushes me off his knees. I land in a heap on the floor, where I roll backward and forward, with my hands rubbing my blazing buttocks furiously.
Tears continue to stream down my face, but I gradually calm down and climb to my feet, all the time, trying to rub away the throbbing pain in my butt cheeks.
Rosa’s father climbs back into bed and continues to eat his breakfast as if nothing has happened. I have another chance to impress him, I realize, so using my initiative, I slip out of my shoes and socks and stand to attention at the side of his bed.
I watch him finish his food and drink some of the coffee, whereupon he points to the tray and motions to me to place it on a small table under the window. I feel myself blushing, as I lean forward, retrieving the tray and take it away for him. When I return to the bedside, he flips the cover back and pats the base sheet, signalling for me to join him in bed.
“Girl, show me what English whores do!” he demands.
I climb onto the bed, edge up against his warm body and then run my left hand over his hairy chest. I look up into his demanding eyes and realize that he doesn’t disgust me, in fact I find him quite attractive. I’m relieved, because up till now, most of Sergio’s associates have been pretty repulsive and I haven’t enjoyed whoring with them at all.
The beating I received from Sergio’s father and his fingers in my cunt have triggered a desire to feel his cock in my quim and I can feel my labia swelling and my vagina gushing with hot juices. I decide I’m in the right mind-set to enjoy being fucked by such an intelligent giant.
I search lower under the sheets, until I find his thick stem. I wrap the fingers of my left hand round his muscle and begin to squeeze and rub it with short jerky movements, causing it to become rock hard in my grip. I kiss and suck his left nipple and hook my left leg over his, so I can rub my vulva down his thigh.
Gradually, I try to concentrate on giving three simultaneous sensations to the hulking man, who in a short space of time, I’ve accepted as my Master. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on kissing and licking his chest, rubbing my juicy cunt on his knee and massaging his rigid muscle with a firm grip.
Lifting my lips from his belly, I lean forward and kiss and lick the rim of his huge plum. Slowly, I open my mouth and sink down onto his straining bulb, until it completely fills my mouth. I begin to give his manhood my complete attention with both hands rubbing his shaft, while my mouth, lips and tongue assault the sensitive knob of his monstrous cock.
Bruno begins to softly moan, as he lays back against the pillows, with his head back and arms to his side. I start to bend double, ready to pounce, bringing my knees up his legs. Then in one swift movement, I lift my head and leap forward to drop my gushing vagina onto his straining pike!
My knees slide down beside his hips and my right hand, which has kept a grip on his bone, guides it into my sopping orifice, so that I can impale myself to the hilt. I gasp as the walls of my vagina protest at being stretched beyond their normal capacity, but the pain passed within a few seconds, once I begin to ride his erection with long hard bouncing thrusts. He lifts his hands to grab my modest, but firm tits and begins assaulting my cherry pips between his thumbs and forefingers.
I moan from the kaleidoscope of amazing sensations radiating around my body.
The raging pain from my buttocks hardly bothers me, while the ache from my clit piercing, seems to have disappeared, while I rise and fall on his cock. In fact the pains enhance the sensations that are flowing from my aching pussy. I put my hands on his solid shoulders to steady myself, and throw my head back, as I become wild with desire to ride his granite-like muscle.
Suddenly, I feel his huge hands slip down and grip my petite hips, as a sizzling orgasm spread from my groin into my chest. He tries to hold me still, so that he can fill me with his seed, and as I slow down, his ejaculating cock pushes me over the edge.
“Aeeeee yesssssss!” I cry out as our climaxes became one, causing me to flop forward and collapse onto his rock-solid chest.
“Noisy English whore. Clean me!” he demands.
I was expecting the command, but not quite in the brusque manner that he delivered it. His semi-hard muscle is still inside me, so I lift my left leg right up into the air, allowing his cock to flop clear of my sodden quim.
I catch his cock, before it drops onto his belly and immediately bend down to thoroughly lollypop it clean. I look up when I’ve finished, to find him switching the television on.
Without warning, he lifts his knee and unceremoniously pushes me off the bed. I fall to the floor with a clatter, not quite believing what has just happened. I pick myself up, feeling deflated and humiliated for the second time that morning.
“Get dressed. Take food back!” he points toward the tray and then returns to watching CN
N on television.
I scramble back into my clothes, grab the tray and leave the bedroom to return to the kitchen. On the way down the stairs I can feel his seed leaking from my pussy into the tiny piece of cotton between my legs.
Carla is waiting for me in the kitchen and to my relief allows me to go to the washroom to thoroughly clean myself. I stand in front of the mirror, washing my thong and wonder what the sadistic man has in store for me during the rest of my stay at his villa, on my so called assignment?
Chapter 23
During the morning, Carla exerted her authority on Maria and myself, turning our lives into a living nightmare. The sadistic woman drove us on to clean every nook and cranny of the 20 room Villa. Most of the time she gave us an instruction and left us to get on with it, but then, without warning she’d creep up on us and flail our backsides with her leather tawse, because she said, we weren’t working hard enough!
It was worse when we were cleaning the ceramic floors, as our buttocks were exposed and our bobbing peaches made easy targets for the sadistic woman’s tawse or cane, which she seemed to alternate during the day.
Luckily her blows weren’t as powerful as those I received from Rosa’s father, but the accumulation made my buttocks raw. I felt sorry for Maria, whose butt was in a worse condition than mine, making me think that she’d been at the Villa a day or two before I arrived.
From the state of her backside, I could see the housekeeper had driven and punished her hard. Her buttocks and thighs were covered in green and yellow bruises, but the most worrying welts, were the red stripes that criss-crossed the bruises, and the state of her cunt. The poor girl’s labia was raw red, having obviously taken a number of blows directly along the line of her cleft.
I can’t help wondering, what she’d done to deserve such a severe punishment. Having seen the evidence of abuse, I’m not surprised that Maria is absolutely terrified of the large woman and the other occupants of the villa.