by Amelia Stark
We’re told to sit at the table for lunch and she serves dry toast and water again. I eat the four slices and pick up every crumb on my plate before looking around to see if there’s anything else I can eat.
Unfortunately before I can explore the kitchen, the housekeeper returns and orders me to follow her. The stout woman leads me upstairs to a sparsely furnished bedroom where she tells me to remove my clothes.
The bedroom has an en-suite shower room and I’m greatly relieved when she allows me to jump into the shower and clean off all the sweat that’s accumulated over the five hours I’ve been cleaning and scrubbing the floors. I’m hungry, tired, bruised and battered and it’s beginning to dawn on me, that I’m getting used to being treated like a slave.
When I emerge from the shower room, the housekeeper has left the room and in her place stands Rosa and a young man, who I’ve never seen before. I try to cover my nakedness, but it’s pointless in Rosa’s company. The tall dominatrix appears to be in charge, for she’s the one holding the tawse.
Chains and cuffs are lying on the bed, and I notice a huge chest has been opened, which appears to be full of restraints, leather straps and a multitude of other bondage items.
“Sit,” she commands, pointing to the edge of the bed. “Remain silent, while I prepare you for your first training session.”
The man stands to one side with his arms folded, watching impassively as Rosa takes charge. I scurry over to the bed and watch her pick up four wide leather cuffs, which she fastens round my wrists and my thighs, just above the knees.
I want to protest, but neither of my tormentors appear to be in the mood to listen to what I have to say.
Another wide strap, like a narrow corset, is wrapped around my chest and buckled tightly under my breasts. I notice that there’s a metal ring fixed on each side to the leather band.
Rosa then pushes me back onto the bed and attaches my wrist cuffs to two chains, which are attached to the ends of the iron headboard, above my head. Once my arms are stretching away above me, I’m effectively helpless and at their mercy.
“Please don’t hurt me Rosa.” I plead, hoping they will show me some mercy.
“I told you to remain silent during your training!”
“I’m soooooooo sorry,” I wail.
A sadistic smile crossed her face, when she lifts the strap in the air. I watch it swing down, in a wide ark, toward my chest and there’s nothing I can do to defend myself. THWACK!
“Ahhhhhhrrrrrr!” I shriek as the leather tawse impacts against my taut left breast.
“No! Stop, please Rosa,” I plead.
The pain is unbelievable, especially around my sensitive areola. I roll sideways to avoid the next blow. THWACK! THWACK!
“Aeeeeeeeeeh!” I start screaming uncontrollably, while she thrashes the tawse onto my body.
Blows land on my hip, my buttocks and when I roll back to protect my butt, again onto my tummy and breasts. I lose count, but when she finally puts the tawse down, the cruel woman has broken my spirit and I lay still, on my back, moaning and sobbing, waiting for her next atrocity.
I’m sobbing uncontrollable, while by body feels as though a thousand bees have stung my raw and tender flesh. Rosa’s face appears in front of my tearful eyes.
“You need to learn the meaning of the word obedience, Judy, and we will teach you, make no mistake about it!”
I watch her through a haze of raw pain unfasten her pencil skirt and let it drop to the floor, around her stilettos. A pair of white satin panties followed the skirt to the floor, revealing her neatly trimmed diamond shaped muff and peeping cleft.
She says something in Italian to her partner, before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside my body, where she gestures to him. I’m petrified, when her partner picks my feet up and pulls me down the bed until the chains fastened to my wrists are taut.
“Wh… what are you doing,” I cry. “Please don’t hurt me again Rosa.”
I look around, as the woman grabs my breasts and swings her knee over my head, planting her hot, steamy cunt down onto my face. Her overpowering scent assaults my senses and I’m plunged into darkness, as her butt cheeks drop onto my eyes.
My nose becomes located in the furrow of her wet folds and as she wriggles her butt, I feel her juicy entrance fully envelope it. I open my mouth desperate for air and almost panic, when I find her hairy vulva resting on my chin and lips. Somehow, I manage to draw in just enough air to breathe.
“Fuck me! English whore!” She demands, while slowly rotating her labia on my face.
My back is still on the bed, but my butt is hanging over the edge and I can feel the man spread my legs apart and move between them. He suddenly lifts my right leg and pushes it backward and sideways, so that he can padlock the link on my thigh strap to the one at the side of the body belt, making my body twist in that direction, when the ‘D’ rings are locked together.
Then they start on my left leg, which doesn’t want to go right back against my side. However, with a lot of protesting from my joints and from me, they manage to force it back far enough to padlock the rings together. Unfortunately, Rosa’s cunt drowns my cries to stop, otherwise I would have screamed the house down.
The woman’s knees and shins, outside my arms, are pinning me to the bed, and as they prepare their next outrage, I feel like a plucked chicken waiting to be stuffed. The pain and shock begins to subside, so I start to explore the woman’s gushing sex, which is flooded with copious amounts of cunt cream. Within seconds, I’m almost drowning in the sticky solution, which begins to cover the whole of my face.
It’s not long before I feel an object butting up against my wet orifice. I hope it’s the man getting ready to fuck me but the projectile feels harder and larger than a man’s penis.
I groan as the relentless invader stretches my tender vaginal walls beyond their normal capacity and continues on up, until the tip is wedged into my womb. THWACK!
“Muuuuuuph!” I groan when a blow from the tawse lands on some of the most sensitive skin on my body, between my labia and thigh.
All my nerve ends are jagging and sparking already, from her earlier blows, but when she delivered her latest blow, my mind explodes!
I hardly notice when the second stroke lands an inch away on the other side of my labia. THWACK! I become hysterical, with my mouth opening and closing and my head twisting an inch or two sideways. She pushes her swollen lips down harder to silence me, and seems to be enjoying riding my face.
“Fuck! Harder!” She commands and begins to squeeze my boobs and twist my nipples sadistically.
I increased my efforts, by vigorously sucking her clit, but she isn’t satisfied and urges me to work harder, by slapping my boobs and rubbing her wet portal on my nose. My brain suddenly registers another violation, and it’s in my anus this time.
My sphincter protests, because the man is claiming my only vacant orifice. His bulbous plum is forcing its way through my ring and once my tight muscle gives up the ghost, he drives on into my rectum until I’m fully impaled in my twin orifices. Once his thick shaft has entered me, someone touches the phallus jammed in my vagina and switched it on. The vibrating phallus suddenly start to Jump and probe inside my hot quim.
The man joins the fake cock and starts to piston fuck my ass giving me the most painful and yet exquisitely delightful fuck of my life. I can feel his cock rubbing the phallus through the thin walls of my vagina, sending wave after wave of pleasure and pain crashing through my body.
The woman on my face starts to spasm first, and then I crash through my orgasm, followed shortly by the man jerking his seed deep into my bowel. I gasp a lungful of air, as the woman lifts her dripping pussy from my face, and lay still while the couple extricate themselves from my body.
The man pulls the vibrating dildo from my pussy and without a word disappears into the shower room to join his partner. I want to cry out, but quickly remember the punishment that the sadistic pair have delivered on my abused b
ody, and think better of it.
They emerge a few minutes later in red dressing gowns and walk straight out of the room, locking the door behind them.
Ha, I laugh through my tears, I’m not going anywhere! But then the pain takes over and my mind becomes overpowered by the constant throbbing from every area of my body.
I’ve been lying tethered in the splayed position for what seemed like hours, when the door suddenly opens and Bruno strides into the room, wearing a black dressing gown. He comes to the bed and begins to run his hands up and down the backs of my stretched thighs.
“Please sir, my body hurts so much…” I plead with him.
“Shut up English whore, this is what you do! Don’t complain. We need to train you in giving pleasure to your masters and mistresses. You must learn to enjoy the pain, otherwise you are no use to us!”
He opens his robe, allowing his massive cock to spring out and almost drop onto the furrow of my pussy, which is gaping before him. He grabs his thick stem with his right hand and steers it into my pouting portal, impaling me on the full length of his immense, 9” cock.
The big man begins to piston his massive phallus back and forth with slow deliberate strokes, while he explains why I’ve been brought to his villa.
“This is what we’ve brought you here for. You have to be trained to understand that you belong to me. My sign, the dagger, is on you and soon you will understand, what will happen to you if you ever try to escape from our influence. You’ve got a lot to learn before we send you back to Sergio!”
He rubs his thumb over the dagger above my vulva, reminding me where it points!
My mind tries to absorb his threatening message, but my body is enjoying the sensations and waves of pleasure building up in my groin. He takes his time, but when he comes, I come with him and continue to shudder through a massive orgasm, while he withdraws and leaves the room.
I’m starting to think that my nightmare will never end, when the housekeeper emerges and releases me from my bondage. She helps me into the shower, where I wash the great globs of gooey seed and cunt cream from my body. Once I’m dry, she fastens a pair of handcuffs to my wrists behind my back, and leads me naked back to my lonely cell in the basement.
When the lights are extinguished, I’m left to reflect on Bruno’s threatening words. Rosa and her friend battered my body in a demonstration of power over their new slave. I’ve become enslaved by the Ambrosi family and if I ever try to escape, then they will almost certainly hunt me down and kill me!
Chapter 24
It’s my third day at the Villa. Carla left me in the cell yesterday, for a whole day, presumably to recover from the dreadful beating I was given by Rosa and her friend. Twice during the day she bought me a bowl of soup, some fruit, three slices of toast and a flagon of water. The meagre rations left me hungry and disgruntled at the way I’m being treated.
I’m on my hands and knees scrubbing the ceramic tiles in the large reception room. Ahead of me, on her hands and knees is my new friend Maria, who like me has her head bowed and is trying to appear busy. Somewhere in the house, lurks the fearsome figure of Carla, the housekeeper, who I know will be looking in on us from time to time and beat us if she thinks we’re shirking.
Looking at Maria’s exposed butt cheeks, which are criss-crossed with stripes of every colour and hue, makes me blush with embarrassment, because I know that my posterior looks exactly the same!
The thong isn’t visible between her tight butt cheeks and only appears where it cups her bulging labia, before disappearing through the tiny tunnel at the top of her peachy thighs. The single thickness of material is so thin that I can see the dark dividing cleft between her flaming red, bloated lips.
The housekeeper has a nasty habit of standing beside us and lashing a cane on our posteriors parallel with our butt crack, thus finding the most sensitive flesh in the cracks of our asses. I’ve been thankful on more than one occasion for the thin protection of the thong, when the tip of her cane has impacted on my labia. However, the resultant pain has still sent me writhing about on the floor, until the fire dies down enough for me to resume my work again.
My butt is still sore from a thrashing Master Bruno gave me this morning, when I accidentally spilled his coffee, while holding the cup to his lips, so I’m particularly wary of Carla’s cane while I move about the floor. I had a torrid time in the Master’s bed, when he forced me onto all fours and speared all three of my orifices one after the other, before shoving me onto the floor!
We both hear footsteps and begin to scrub the floor harder and move a little faster through the room. When I glance up, I notice that the housekeeper is standing in the doorway watching us.
She’s wearing the same dowdy brown dress and orange apron that she’s worn since I arrived at the Villa. Her clothes are clean though, but look the worse for wear, as though she’s been wearing them all her life.
The miserable woman has a scowl pulled across her rosy face, while she taps a cane in the palm of her free hand, as though she’s considering thrashing our sweating bodies. She stands watching for several minutes, glaring across the room, while we slave away, before she speaks up.
“You lazy whores, put the buckets away and follow me!” she shouts.
We gratefully jump to our feet, put our brushes in the buckets and take them to the kitchen, where our food has been placed on the table.
“Eat quickly, then come up to the bathroom in the blue room, where I’ll be waiting. You’ve got 5 minutes!”
We watch her bulky frame stalk off, before jumping on the benches to begin scoffing the food.
There’s a thick ham sandwich, a cherry bun, an apple and a large glass of orange juice. I’ve been existing on watery soup, toast and water, so the food on the table hardly touches the side of my throat on the way down.
While I munch on the apple, I have another chance to study my timid friend. I notice straight away that she has an identical dagger tattoo on her neck in the same position as mine and wonder if she also has one just above her vulva. So far I’ve only managed to get a name out of her, because she’s so terrified of the housekeeper.
It’s uncanny how similar Maria is to me. We both have the same body shape, size 6 to 8 and small, firm ‘A’ cup breasts. Her butt is bubble-pert like mine and our thighs are strong, considering our narrow hips and tiny waists. However the similarities end there.
Maria’s hair is short and blonde, while mine is dyed black. We both have round faces, but hers is slightly smaller, making her large round, brown eyes look even bigger. She’s a very nervous girl and her eyes constantly dart around the room, as though she expecting to be told off at any moment.
We both lick the plates clean and wipe our mouths with our fingers to get the last crumbs, because we’re that hungry. I smile at Maria and see a glimmer of one, just touch the corners of her mouth.
“Come,” I say. “Let’s go and have that bath.” We race upstairs and find the stroppy housekeeper tapping her foot, waving a tawse at us.
“Hurry you lazy whores!” she says threateningly.
I rip my clothes off and I get half in the bath, with my butt sticking backward, when THWATT!
“Aeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiii!” I squeal. When a sharp pain jags down my leg.
The nasty bitch can’t resist the sight of my pert peach. She swung the tawse viciously, making sure that the fingers of the weapon wrap round my inner thigh and bite into my bulging labia.
My poor pussy still hasn’t fully recovered from having had my clit barbarically pierced. My fingers instinctively fly between my legs to protect my painful pussy. Fortunately I’m sinking into the hot water, before any more blows can land.
It seems that the housekeeper, as a matter of routine, always lashes out at whoever is last at doing anything. The big woman, has a vindictive streak and I resolve to be more careful the next time. I notice that Maria has probably learned her lesson before I arrived at the villa and made sure she was first into the bath.
“Hurry up whores. Lots to do this afternoon!” She scowled at us.
I can tell she doesn’t like me and always avoids saying my name, even though I told her what it is on the first night I arrived. My earlier thoughts about tattoos were confirmed, now I can see Maria’s dagger pointing down just above her smooth vulva.
The housekeeper keeps an eye on us and eventually tells us to get out of the bath and follow her into one of the bedrooms. When we arrive we find that two sets of bright red clothing have been laid out on the bed for us. Clothing is too generous a description, for most of the items look as though they’d been purchased from a sex shop!
“You dress quick. Master Bruno wants you ready at 2pm.”
The first item I pick up is a boned corset, made from a double thickness of red satin. When I wrap it round my waist I find there’s a two inch gap between the front clasps down my belly. Maria helps me to loosen the laces and then fasten the row of clasps down the front.
I return the favour and we are soon tightly squeezed into our corsets. The corset has half cups and pushes my small boobs up, making them jut out strikingly. I look around for panties but there are none, so I pretty much guess at that point, we’ll be walking around with bare pussies.
I spread the other items out on the bed and dress myself slowly. There are six long suspenders attached to the hem of the corset, so I start with a pair of red silk stockings, followed by a garter, an inch wide red leather collar, a pair of nipple clamps with red pom-poms attached and red elbow length lace gloves.
However, the housekeeper saves the worst item until last. We watch her open a box and produce two enormous double ball butt plugs, which frighten the life out of me.
Sergio made me take a smaller one into my ass on a couple of occasions, but he wasn’t really into anal intercourse, so I count myself lucky that I was spared a lot of pain. That was until Sergio’s uncle turned up on the scene and took a liking to my ass hole!
Carla makes us bend forward with our hands on the bed and legs wide apart, and then forces the larger rubber ball into our anuses.