Groomed, Trapped, Enslaved. The Complete Story.

by Amelia Stark

  They’ll continue to be looked after, while poor Maria slaves away at the villa. At least Maria is receiving some compensation for working like a slave, while on the other hand I’m being paid nothing!

  She told me the sad story of her life at home with four abusive men in the household, so in a way she feels as though her situation hasn’t really worsened, since arriving at the Ambrosi villa.

  I don’t understand my feelings, but I’ve become attracted to the teenager and feel that I want to protect her from the abuse that’s going on around us. During the night I crept over to her bed and nearly woke her, but the day had been so exhausting, that I desisted, and returned to my bed, where I once again cried myself to sleep.

  The servant’s shower cubicle is tiny, so we shower one at a time and then dry each other’s bodies. It would have been the perfect opportunity to chat with her, but we are so terrified that the housekeeper will punish us for being late, we rush back to our cell to see what clothes we’ll be wearing for the day.

  Carla is waiting for us impatiently, as usual and slaps my butt as I skip past her into the cell.

  “Lazy English whore!” She scolds me.

  I’ve become sick of her mantra, but I suppose her limited vocabulary explains why she’s latched onto the phrase.

  “Put clothes on and come up to breakfast.”

  With a final wave of her tawse, she leaves us staring at the small bundle of clothes on each of our beds.

  We soon discover that it’s a similar outfit to the one we’ve worn for the previous three days, except there are no panties this time. I put the white, short sleeve blouse on first, then the red pleated skirt and finally long white socks and black 3” stilettos.

  “Maria,” I look at her in the neat outfit “You look lovely in those clothes.” Her warm brown eyes regard me with interest. “Can I kiss you?” I ask.

  She stares at me for a moment and then steps forward and unexpectedly put her arms up around my neck. Our breasts, within our crisp blouses, push against each other and I can feel the hard nipples on her firm mounds make contact with mine.

  Maria ignores the yokes hanging round our necks and pulls my head toward her so that our lips can melt together in a soft sensual kiss. The tongue that I’ve watched so many times, dart along her lips, now darts into my mouth and curls around my own. The sensation feels heavenly and I become lost in the moment, until she breaks away from me.

  “Tonight…!” She says, before turning and skipping away through the open doorway, before ascending the spiral staircase again.

  I’m right behind her and as we climb again, I take the opportunity to study the lips of her spectacular cunt. I begin to plan a session between her thighs, when I can fully explore her juicy folds with my tongue and mouth, and hope that she’ll reciprocate in kind.

  We arrive in the kitchen where Carla has prepared our breakfasts, two slices of toast, an apple and a glass of water.

  I watch her heavy form move around the kitchen while I hungrily eat the apple, core and all, before scoffing the toast. Both Maria and I lift the plates to our faces and lick them clean. I can see from her face that she’s as hungry as I am. Then we both watch with wide eyes, while the housekeeper gradually loads up two trays, which sit on the end of the table, with full continental breakfasts.

  My tummy rumbles and my mouth salivates, while I watch and wonder which one of us will be taking it up to the Master in his bedroom and why there are two trays.

  Usually one of us would be sent up to deliver the tray and provide our sadistic Master with his morning fuck, while the other begins cleaning the house under the brutal tutorage of the sadistic housekeeper.

  Neither is a particularly pleasant option but my preference falls on delivering the tray, because on the way back I get to eat a few scraps of food! Today though, there are two trays, so we wait expectantly for our instructions.

  “Polish whore, English whore, you both take trays to Master and Mistress. You follow me.” Maria and I look at each other in surprise and then get up, collect the trays and follow her up the main staircase.

  Chapter 27

  I catch my breath once again when I enter Bruno Ambrosi’s bedroom and behold the awesome view of the South Tyrolean Mountains. The big man is sitting up in bed, watching the latest news on television when we enter, but he’s alone in bed. However, when I glance around the room, I notice female clothing strewn everywhere, confirming he’s not alone.

  Sergio’s uncle, who is in his mid-fifties, is broader, heavier and taller than his nephew, while his huge barrel chest suggests he’d been a weight lifter of some sort, in his youth. He has short dark hair, which I assume is dyed, thick eyebrows and intelligent hazel eyes. His mouth is larger than Sergio’s, with thicker lips and nicotine stained teeth, which look somewhat out of place, in his otherwise attractive appearance.

  Thinking back to that first morning in his bed, I realize that it was the moment I began to accept my new status as this man’s temporary slave. I cannot deny that I eventually enjoyed the violent sex, as indeed I had done with Sergio back in England, but the rest of the abuse and treatment has been almost too much to bear. If my life of slavery was just spending time in bed and having sex with the brutal Bruno, then I’d accept my lot!

  Neither men appear to have any respect for women, nor would it surprise me, if I discover they’re involved in the illegal business of people trafficking. The evidence is all around me and the way they hold Maria captive, while rewarding her family, is a despicable act of barbarity. My position isn’t quite as hopeless as Maria’s, I hope, because I reckon that I’ll soon be sent back to England to work in their damn live internet studios and receive my conviction for prostitution and possession of cocaine.

  We place the trays on the bed side tables as directed, while Bruno switches the TV off and signals to us to undress and attend to his breakfast. Now the room is quiet, I can hear the shower running, solving the mystery of the missing woman. Bruno sits up against his pillows and pats the sheet beside him.

  “Move faster,” he growls.

  I watch his hand hover over the tawse, which he always seems to have with him whenever we serve his breakfast. I know he’ll use it if we hesitate to do anything he orders, just like he thrashed me on that first morning for slovenly behaviour.

  The experience of being treated like a rag doll by such a man mountain is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. These strange emotions are uppermost in my mind, as I begin to remove my clothing. I suddenly realize that my body is quivering with anticipation, or is it sheer panic setting in?

  I want to avoid a repeat performance of the thrashings he’s handed out to me, at all costs, so I’ve learnt to do everything the instant he gives the order. We’re still wearing the metal yokes round our necks and I can’t help wondering why they haven’t been removed.

  We’re soon naked, apart from the yokes and scurrying around, pouring his coffee and feeding him mouthfuls of scrambled egg. I’ve just wiped his chin, when the bathroom door opens and a naked lady enters, a lady I met the previous night at the party.

  “Ah Sabina, breakfast has arrived,” Master Bruno announces, just as I step back, to stand to attention.

  “Ah, the little green eyed whore!” she exclaims in mock surprise, as she sidles up to me.

  I’ve become used to being naked in the presence of Bruno Ambrosi but for some reason I’m embarrassed to be naked in her presence.

  “Come, help me!” She says, grabbing the cuff end of the yoke and climbing onto the bed beside Bruno. I help her for ten minutes with her breakfast, while she makes me feel uncomfortable by constantly leering at me and fondling my breasts when I lean over her.

  She’s in her thirties, large and very attractive. Her ample hour glass figure has graceful curves and a fat cat-like quality, but her legs are too large and her soft, drooping breasts detract from her beauty.

  Her long dark hair is tied back and still wet from the shower. It looks as though she’d
just applied heavy black mascara and eye liner to accentuate her piercing grey-blue eyes. I think that her lips are too narrow and her nose too thin, but otherwise she’s an attractive woman.

  I immediately wonder what she’s doing with Bruno. Are they married or is this just the morning after the night before?

  As soon as they finish their breakfasts and we’ve moved the trays to another table, Sabina and Bruno climb off the bed. Maria and I stand and watch Sabina drag all the covers off the end of the king size divan and then open a tall cupboard to reveal shelf upon shelf of bondage equipment.

  “Up on the bed whores, on your backs!” She orders in a low expressionless voice.

  I begin to have a very bad feeling about their plans for us and must have hesitated, because Bruno leaps across the short distance between us, tawse in hand, and as I scramble onto the Mattress, he slashes it across the back of my thighs. THWATT!

  “Ahhhhhhrrrrrrrr!” I scream, as a pain sears across the most sensitive flesh at the back of my legs.

  It feels as though a knife has just sliced through my legs, cutting them in half. I manage to roll over onto my back, hurting my neck in the process, when the handcuff end of the yoke jars against the bed.

  I quickly lie across the centre of the bed, while Maria assumes a position on the end, about a foot away from me. I stare up at Bruno’s angry face and wonder what he has in store for Maria and myself.

  Sabina returns to the bed with a key and unlocks the padlock beneath the yoke and withdrew the thick pin, allowing the cuffs to open, but holding the two halves of the devise together so that my neck remained collared.

  “Lift your knees up to your chest!” Sabina commands.

  She glares down at me, while grasping my ankles and assisting me to pull my knees right back to my shoulders. The open cuffs are now between my knees and she steers my wrists, behind my legs into them, so that my forearms are effectively holding my knees onto my chest.

  Sabina replaces the peg and padlock and I’m efficiently locked into the shape of a ball, with my thighs parted and my bulging cunt gaping!

  Sabina quickly deals with Maria in the same way and then fetches some more items from the cupboard, laying them on the mattress near our asses. Bruno and Sabina push Maria up the bed until we are touching side by side. When I look into my fair haired friend’s eyes I see my fear reflecting back at me.

  The dominant pair work together, with Bruno holding my right calf and Maria’s left calf together, while Sabina wraps a leather strap round them and buckles them tightly together. They repeat the process with our upper arms and when they’ve finished Maria and I have become one block, unable to move or roll in any direction.

  Sabina and Bruno collect some more leather items and come round to our heads to fit us with red ball gags that strap behind our heads. I can no longer protest, but when I see the leather hood he’s about to fit over my head, I begin to panic and throw my head about in desperation.

  My protests are in vain, for the huge man easily pulls the top and sides round and over my head, then closes the zip right down to my neck.

  Fucking hell! I think I’m going to die, but I soon realized that there are holes positioned over my nostrils enabling me to breathe easily. Even though the hood has rendered me deaf and blind he continues to tighten straps around my head and neck making me feel as though I’ve become entombed is a sarcophagus.

  I can feel Maria’s pain, when her lithe body rocks against mine and I hope we can survive whatever they have planned for us.

  I’m expecting some sort of assault on my exposed pussy, but another sensation alarms me. I feel a cold metal object being pushed against and then through the tight ring of my anus. Whatever it is, its girth expands as it sinks deeper into my rectum, stretching my ass muscles painfully.

  Just when I think I’m going to be torn in half, the object narrows and allows my muscles to return to almost their original size.

  Fingers began to explore my labia, which thrusts out from between my stretched thighs and is in a perfect position to be abused. A thick finger forces its way into my quim and is soon joined by a second and a third. I know its Bruno by the size of his digits and the crude way he begins to finger fuck me.

  The fingers withdraw and I suddenly feel a smooth rounded object pushing against my sopping entrance. Whatever it is, it’s huge and it dawns on me that his fingers were loosening and lubricating my vagina in preparation for the larger invader.

  As the pressure increases and the phallus is forced in an inch and then two, my tender walls began to protest and despite the gag, I begin to scream inside the hood. I try to rock my body and feel Maria doing the same, so I guess that she is suffering the same treatment as I am.

  I also guess that I’m being speared by a huge ribbed dildo, because as Bruno continues to wedge it in inch by inch, I begin to feel the contours of the beast tearing at my vaginal walls and rubbing over the plug that had been shoved in my rectum.

  The assault from the dildo and the leather bondage causes my temperature to rise. My head feels as though it contains a hornet’s nest and will explode at any moment. I feel the phallus nudge the roof of my womb and groan when a sharp pain shoots into my stomach. I can tell that my poor quim hasn’t been able to take the whole dildo, but I’m relieved that Bruno stops pushing and releases the end.

  My nerves are jangling and as the seconds tick by, I begin to wonder if this will be the extent of the atrocities that the pair of sadists will perpetrate on our bodies.

  I didn’t have to wait long, before I feel someone touch the end of the dildo and switch it on, causing it to begin to move inside me. I’m shocked, because the silicone cock is fucking me and each time the top half of the phallus pulls back and pushes forward, it nudges my tender wall and sends another pain into my groin.

  I try to shake my body and head to warn them it’s hurting me and find that Maria is reacting to whatever she’s experiencing, in exactly the same way.

  Then without warning the butt plug begins to vibrate with a high intensity.

  Suddenly, a streak of white lightning flashes across the under slopes of my buttocks, then another across my thighs and then back to my buttocks. Flashes of pain coursed through my body, which seem to last for several minutes.

  “Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” My muffled moans fill my head, to accompany the constant vibrations from the nudging dildos. The strokes from the cane continue to rain down onto my proffered peach, until without warning they stop.

  Then I realize that the bed has suddenly began to bounce and move about. While the after effects of the punishment die down, my whole body begins to sizzle with increased sensitivity. Soon the silicone cock and plug ignite an intense excitement within my core.

  I guess Sabina is fucking Bruno and they’re getting off seeing us thrashing about in so much pain. I begin to concentrate on the dildo and imagine it’s the thrusting cock of a handsome lover fucking me slowly.

  It does the trick and a hot flush begins to build and fill my body with delightful sensations. I suddenly let myself go and begin to spiral through the most mind blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

  The two Italian sadists continue to bounce around, sometimes bumping into me, while I eventually become numb from the continuous piston movement of the dildo.

  My buttocks are raw with pain and my arm and leg muscles soon complain from the enforced bondage position Sweat streams off me in rivulets and tears wet the inside of the helmet. Then I feel someone switch the dildos off, but nothing happens for what seems like hours.

  Being deprived of sight and hearing, can do funny things to a person, so I find myself expecting to be beaten again without warning. Eventually, fingers begin to work the dildo out of my pussy and the plug out of my butt hole, which causes me just as much pain coming out as it had going in.

  When the hood is taken off, I discover that it’s the housekeeper releasing us and the sadists have departed the room. She unfastens the straps that bind us together and then unlocks
the yoke to release our wrists and necks from the metal restraint.

  I’m so relieved to be released from the dreadful yoke and be able to stretch my poor aching limbs. I help Maria, who like me is distressed, scramble off the bed and follow the housekeeper into the bathroom, where she says we can have a hot bath together.

  “You two be quick and dress, you clean downstairs this morning. Later the Master and Mistress take you to special event!”

  Maria and I look at each other and I can see that she’s as relieved as I am. We’re at last leaving the house and might actually get the chance to enjoy ourselves for a change!

  Chapter 28

  Maria and I are splashing about in the bath together, for the second time today under the watchful eye of the housekeeper. She’s just supervised the shaving of our pussies, while we stood together in the bath. Now she’s happy that our vulvas are once again as smooth as glass, she signals to me to climb out and get down on all fours onto the ceramic tile flooring.

  I reluctantly assume the position, dreading what she has planned for me. She fetches a bar of soap and dabs it on my anus and then pulls a length of clear silicone tubing from a cupboard and connects one end to the bath mixer tap.

  It dawns on me that she’s preparing to give me an enema, an activity that I’ve never experienced before. It’s an activity that I’ve never really worried about until I see what she’s preparing to push into my anus. Carla is holding a silicone butt plug in the shape of a huge carrot!

  I can see that it’s hollow and probably has a valve in it that’ll only allow the water to flow one way. I feel the tip of the phallus push through the soapy star of my anus, before Carla drives it deep into me, until the base of the devise slips painfully through my sphincter, allowing it to close onto a T-bar and tube that protrudes from the end.