by Amelia Stark
“Do you know her?” I ask.
I’m not sure if I can trust anything Candy says, because she and Sergio have discussed most of what has happened over the previous 48 hours, together. I slip my arms into the short puffy sleeves of the dress and Candy zips it up at the back.
“Yes, I’ve met her a few times and I’ve been to Milan for a weekend with Rosa. I was with one of their lieutenants though, who gave me a rough time, but not half as bad as the poor girl who went with Rosa.”
I twist the dress into position, so that the bodice, which has half cups, is in the right position, lifting my modest breasts. I like the dress, because the bodice accentuating my boobs and displays my prominent strawberry coloured areolas and chunky nipples to great effect. However, I thought I’d only be wearing it for Sergio, not in front of a bunch of his sex crazed friends!
After all the talk of looking like a boy, I feel very feminine in the dress and have good memories of the first couple of times I wore it for Sergio.
“What happened to the girl?” I ask.
“This was when I first started at the agency 18 months ago. Rosa took Jenny, who I didn’t know very well, up to Mirano to see her father and when they came back two days later the poor girl was pretty traumatized. When we got back to England Jenny went to work in the London office, where Rosa works and I’ve never seen her since.”
I listen to her interesting tale, while I smooth the satin skirts over the flouncy, taffeta petticoats. I think the scheming whore is trying to scare me, because she’s not going to Italy. I pretend to look concerned, but in reality, I’m pleased to be getting away from Paola’s relentless demands to shaft me and Candy’s constant playing up to Sergio.
Candy leaves me to dress myself in the rest of the outfit. Once I’ve added the knee length white socks, black shoes, nipple clamps and put my hair in bunches, I head for the lounge.
I love the way the dress flares and the taffeta petticoats dance around my thighs, accentuating my femininity. When I enter the room everyone looks up and examines my appearance with a critical eye. Rosa and Paola are sitting together, while Sergio sits with his laptop, studying something on his screen.
I perform a deep curtsy in front of them, which Sergio has taught me to do for him. I’m used to Sergio ogling my bare pussy and pert ass when I glide around the room, but I’m surprised to see Rosa studying my vulva with keen interest.
“Come over here girl!” she orders, in a stern tone, pointing to the floor at the end of the sofa.
I step over to the spot and as she’s sitting on the end, she’s able to lean sideways and run her right hand up the back of my thighs, onto the firm globes of my clenched buttocks. I feel her squeeze them, so I relax my muscles to give her the freedom to explore.
I stand stock still while her fingers slip into my ass crack, making me wonder of she’s another anal lover. However her fingers creep lower and I’m obliged to open my legs a little, when she nudges my thighs with her hand.
“Bend over and place your hands on the floor Judy!” she orders.
I swallow hard and take a quick glance in Sergio’s direction. He lifts his eyes from his computer screen to check out my response to her order.
I instantly bent forward, spreading my feet a little further, so that I can rest my palms on the floor and maintain a steady pose. My skirts and petticoats cascade down my back revealing the whole of my posterior to the three onlookers, while the bells on my nipple clamps tinkle merrily.
Rosa’s face is just inches from my bulging pussy, which is nicely presented for her to play with, framed and thrusting obscenely, between my straining, inner thighs.
I gulp, as she spreads her fingers on the lower slopes of my butt and begins to rub her thumb up and down the sticky folds of my sizzling cunt. Suddenly I realize that her fingers are searching for my anus and abruptly find it! Rosa’s middle finger pushes against the whorl of my pucker and begins to wheedle itself inside my rectum.
“Muuuumph,” I moan, as she bends the finger at the second knuckle so that she can get a better purchase for her roving thumb.
Rosa is searching for my clit, which I’m sure is hidden from view, but she soon locates it and begins to mash it with hard circular motions.
“Muuuumph,” I moan again, as her attack creates a dreadful ache.
However, the sensation gradually morphs into pleasure and I begin to tremble with the onset of a climax, which approaches at a rapid pace.
To my amazement she starts to chat with Sergio about the flights to Milan on Tuesday evening. I want to listen to the details, but I’m falling apart emotionally. Her thumb and forefinger torment me with such a devilish motion, that I can’t stop my climax from building.
Gradually, I lose touch with my surroundings and the trembles develop into uncontrollable shudders. I suddenly experience an intense orgasm, which Rosa seems to want to prolong endlessly.
My knees almost give way and I feel I’m going to fall over at any time, but the woman isn’t finished, because her thumb slips back into my cleft and pops straight into my pouting portal, which is dripping with copious amounts of cunt cream.
The woman is an absolute master of torment, because she continues for some time to scissor me, by sliding her thumb and finger in and out of my orifices. Within seconds she has me rocking and shuddering through another, more powerful explosion of sensations. Eventually, the dominatrix withdraws her digits from my orifices and pats the tight flesh of my ass.
“Judy, I want you smooth when you go to the tattoo parlour tomorrow,” Rosa says rubbing the short pubic stubble I’ve allowed to grow over the last couple of days. “Is that clear?
“Yes Miss,” I answer from beneath my skirts.
“We expect you to keep yourself smooth indefinitely! Now get up and go and find Candy. Make some coffee and bring it in on a tray.”
I stand up on shaky legs and retreat to the kitchen, where I find Candy preparing some pizzas.
“Fucking hell!” I gasp, collapsing on a bar stool. “That woman…”
I’m still trembling and my face is burning with humiliation. Candy puts her knife down and stares at me.
“Judy, have you been munching her muff?” she asks, half joking, eyebrows raised.
I stare at Candy, baffled for a few seconds and then the penny drops.
“No. No, nothing like that. It was her… her fingers in my muff!” I gasp.
The percolator begins bubbling, so I start to make the coffee. I’m not looking forward to going to bed, because I knew that Paola won’t be far behind.
“You might get a good night sleep,” Candy mutters.
“I wish!” I moan, while pouring the coffee into the cups. “Paola seems to have an insatiable appetite for sex!”
“He’s Italian! Need I say more!” jokes Candy, dryly.
I pick the tray up and return to the lounge, where I put the tray on the coffee table. Sergio and Rosa are deep in conversation, discussing the trip, but Paola is sitting back in his seat keenly watching my progress across the room. I can’t avoid bending over and know that Paola’s eyes are glued to my upper thighs and thrusting labia.
“Sergio, can I go to bed please?” I ask quietly, taking a bit of a risk, by speaking up for myself.
The dark Italian looks up from his computer and then at the clock.
“Yes Judy, you’ve got a busy day tomorrow,” he says, before returning to study the screen on his computer. I’m dismissed, so I curtsy and made a quick exit, in a flurry of black satin and taffeta petticoats.
Chapter 19
A combination of drugs, drink and tiredness sent me straight to sleep and mercifully Paola didn’t wake me when he came to bed. When he does wake me though, early morning sunshine is streaming through a tiny gap in the curtains. I feel a large hand grip my shoulder pulling me up onto my side.
I’m not fully awake, while I continue to roll onto my back, my eyes suddenly snap open. Paola is clambering over me, so he can straddle my body. He shifts bac
k to sit on my groin, using just enough pressure to keep me pinned to the bed. We’re both naked and I realize that I’m completely at his mercy.
“W… What time is it?” I ask, flustered at being woken in such a brash manner.
“Time I had another taste of your little tight ass, Red!” he says, grinning down at me.
I lift my head and groan when I clap eyes on his huge boner and heavy balls, which are perched on my belly.
“Please Paola, can’t we do it later,” I plead, trying to put off the inevitable. “I desperately need a shower.”
He scowls at me, before looking over to his side of the bed and reaching out to grab a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table.
“No, please Paola, you don’t have to cuff me. I don’t want you to hurt me. It’s not necessary…” My voice trails away when he grabs my wrist and closes one cuff onto it with a series of clicks. Then taking the open end, the big man pulls my arm up above my head and closed the cuff onto the end bar of the metal bedhead.
A growing panic rises in my belly, when I look sideways to see that there are several more items laying in a pile, seemingly prepared to restrain me. The big man picks up another pair of handcuffs and snaps one end on my right wrist, before clambering off me. He then pulls my wrist over to a bar about 4 feet from where he’d fastened the first cuff. I scoot my ass across and position my head near the centre of the bed, so that my arms are stretched out either side, above me.
“Paola, I’m uncomfortable. Please, you don’t need these…” I cry, trying to appeal to his better nature, if he has one.
“Don’t worry, my little beauty, it’ll all be over in a few minutes and I’ll be back to take care of you,” he says mysteriously.
While climbing back onto my belly, I realized that the big man is carrying quite a bit of fat and has a sizable spare tyre around his midriff. He has large man boobs, which along with the rest of his body are covered in a layer of fine frizzy white hair.
Paola isn’t as handsome as Sergio, but he moves quickly for a man who’s over 6’0” tall and in his fifties. Like Sergio, he has a powerful upper body with great muscular arms, while his neck is as thick, if not thicker than his nephew’s. His bronze face with its square jaw, brown sunken eyes and flared nose, reminds me of the British actor, Oliver Read and his dangerous appearance is accentuated by a two inch scar in the centre of his right cheek. However Paola’s pure white hair and bushy eyebrows soften his appearance, confusing the onlooker as to the man’s real nature and character.
I’m probably half his weight, so feel totally helpless, while he settles himself down and begins grabbing my breasts with his huge meaty hands. I know that he has a sadistic streak and would think nothing of lashing my butt with the tawse, which lay handily placed among the items of restraints he’d prepared, before waking me.
I feel weak and tiny, pinned under such a heavy man and completely helpless with my arms restrained as they are. Paola releases my nipples and grabs a bunch of strapping, which I recognise as a head harness. He carefully unravels it and leans forward to fasten it round my head. As he offers it up, I spot a large plastic ring gag attached to the front fastenings.
“Come on Red, open up,” he urges. “Don’t fight me or I’ll lash your butt!”
I believe his threat, so I reluctantly allow him to locate the ring behind my teeth and then finish fitting the harness by tightening a buckle under my chin. I prod the ring with my tongue and find that it’s held firmly in place by straps pulling my mouth back at the sides.
Once he’s satisfied that I’m fully restrained, Paola slides off the end of the bed and stoops down to pick something up. I lift my head anxiously and see that he’s holding a 3 foot long chrome pole in his hand, which has several straps dangling from either end.
“Urrrrrr!” I try to protest, before gathering my legs up under me, so he can’t reach then.
Seeing my reaction to having my ankles spread, Paola drops the bar on the end of the bed and picks up the tawse.
“Give me your ankles, Red, or I’ll come and get them!” he growls, in his thick Italian accented drawl.
My position is hopeless, so wanting to avoid another thrashing, I relent and push my feet down the bed, so he can reach them. I watch, while he buckles my ankles into the cuffs attached to the end of the pole with chrome ‘D’ rings. Curiously, there’s a set of cuffs attached at either end waiting to have something else fastened into them. If I was vulnerable before, I’m now completely open with my thighs spread wide and my entire cunt obscenely on display.
Paola steps back, while studying my smooth vulva and fleshy labium lips, but will he use my wet orifice or roll me over and part my butt cheeks? I wonder. He looks pleased with himself, but surprises me by walking over to his suitcase, which lay open on the ottoman. He rummages around for a few seconds before pulling out a pair of boxer shorts. Then to my surprise he slips them on and marches out of the room, leaving me baffled as to what the hell is going on.
I lay perfectly still for a few minutes, listening to distant voices through the door and wondered what Sergio and Paola are up to. Suddenly the door swings open and Rosa strides in, carrying a compact silver tray in her right hand.
The raven haired woman is dressed in a sheer gauze, baby doll nighty, which hangs from her breasts and flounces around her body, revealing her graceful curves. The fact that she’s displaying every detail of her amazing body, through the sheer white material to her cousin and uncle, surprises me somewhat.
She’s wearing her hair with a severe fringe, which accentuates and reinforces her dangerous character. Her large blue eyes are unusually round and with her strong nose and wide, finely sculptured lips, she manages to look both aggressive and charming at the same time.
“I hope you’re comfortable Judy,” she says, laying the tray on the bedside table and sitting herself on the edge of the bed, beside me.
She drops her hand onto my belly and I flinch at her touch, fearing worse is to come.
“Relax child,” she coos, while exploring my taught midriff.
I tense as Rosa’s hand gently roves upwards to my stretched breasts, where she tweaks each nipple in turn, before moving lower to the mound of my vulva. My thighs are open almost to 90 degrees, so when her hand slips down the fleshy curve of my cunt, she’s easily able to play with my tender folds.
“You have a perfect body, Judy,” she says absentmindedly, as though her mind is elsewhere. “Perfect…”
Her words fail to fill me with confidence, in fact they send a chill up my spine. Why on earth is she interested in my body and what nasty little treat did the woman have in store for me?
“First Judy, I want to welcome you to an exclusive band of girls who work for the company,” she says, while teasing out my clit and beginning to mash it between her fingers.
“Muuuuuuuuumph,” I groan, when she gives it an aggressive twist.
“Hush child. This organ is responsible for so much pain and pleasure, don’t you think?” she says, veering away from her earlier point. “Anyway, my father has seen your pictures and the video streaming and has agreed to take you into the Brood of Sisters, which is a great honour for someone who has only just signed her contract.”
Fucking hell. Brood of Sisters? I can’t help feeling that whatever she’s talking about is bound to be bad and painful news for me. Rosa’s left hand continues to massage my clit, while she reaches over to the tray with her right hand and picks up a tiny jewel incrusted ball. I stare anxiously, as she holds it in front of my face, so I can see the tiny sparkling trinket. A tiny spike protrudes from its top, ominously, suggesting that a lot of pain will be involved when she fits it.
“All the sisters have to wear one of these Judy, as a symbol of your loyalty and devotion to Bruno and the family. You see, we hold loyalty as the most important attribute above all others and should you behave otherwise…” Rosa leaves the sentence hanging, allowing my imagination to complete it for her.
The inference i
s that I’ll end up in a black bag floating down the River Thames, if I disappoint them. My earlier fears have now developed into an all-consuming dread for my wellbeing and safety. I want to tell her that I don’t want to be one of their sisters, but of course I can’t. I want to tell her that I don’t want to wear her jewel, but I know I’m going to have to!
The door opens again and Candy pokes her head in.
“Are you ready Rosa?” she enquires.
“Yes, yes come and help me,” she says putting the sparkling ball back on the tray.
Candy, now wearing washed jeans and a blue t-shirt, walks over to stand on the other side of the bed. Then in what is obviously a well-rehearsed move with Rosa, she leans over and they both grab my ankles, lift them up and over me, before pushing the spreader bar down onto my wrists. They easily buckle the restraints, just below where the metal cuffs are gripping the top of my wrists, ensuring I’m totally restrained, while my ass and cunt are obscenely stretched wide apart.
I’m horrified to be restrained in such a terribly vulnerable position, but can only stare, bug-eyed at the two women who just stand staring at the sight of my fleshy, bald cunt.
“Mummmmph,” I release a long moan, fearing something dreadful is about to happen to me, now that the crack of my ass and my bulging labia are the prominent features between my peachy thighs
“Candy, the dildo. Give her something to suck on,” Rosa says pointing to the pile of toys. “Use the short one.”
Candy picks up a realistically veined, black silicone phallus from the bedcover and leans over me, while inserting the bulbous end through the ring.
“Careful Candy,” warns Rosa, collecting the tray and placing it on the bed below my stretched ass. “Not too deep.”
Candy’s grey-blue eyes widen with glee as she pushes the intruder to the back of my mouth ensuring I can’t expel it with my tongue. I must present a bizarre picture, as I lift my head to try and see what Rosa is doing between my thighs!
I have a dreadful suspicion about her motives for fondling and exciting my clit, which only increases when she grasps it again and picks up the jewel incrusted bauble.
