by Leo Barton
Without looking at Lillian, Paolo went to lock the door. She knew that there was no turning back now. She felt her panties moistening. The door banged, and in her mind it shut out the last possible chance of escape. She had chosen now. She did not wish to go back even if she could, but the thought that she had totally subjected herself to the will of these strangers also frightened her.
'You like maybe a little fun with us?'
Her heart was racing. This was for her most definitely the last chance. She felt like a complete stranger to herself, her hand slipping out to feel the heft of Paolo's cock over his jeans.
'Maybe.'
There was to be no more talking. These were rough men, and language was not to be their main expression any more. She slipped from English safety to Italian danger. She immediately felt Lucca and Antonio's hands on her, Lucca's hands cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples over the thin stretched material. Antonio's finger had stolen between her thighs, the force of his exploration pushing her legs apart as he kneaded her flesh. She looked down and watched his hand disappear inside the lace of her panties. Paolo, she already knew was going to dominate the scene. The others would do precisely what he asked them to do.
'The table, take her to the table. Let's look at her cunt.'
She was surprised at the brutality of his language, the way he was already talking about her as if she wasn't there, even in Italian the words sounded strong.
The other two men lifted her up and deposited her on a rough wooden workshop table, splinters of wood grazing the bare flesh of her thighs as her dress rode up. She was sitting on the edge, Lucca and Antonio sat either side of her squeezing her breasts, Paolo stood in front of her.
Lucca had pulled the flimsy straps of Lillian's dress over her shoulders and manipulated her arms through them so that her dress fell to her waist.
'You want this, you dirty whore?' Paolo said, believing that Lillian would not understand him. 'Look how the whore wants it!'
Her cream half-cup, patterned bra was exposed to their sight. Paolo pulled down the cups and took her rubbery nipples between his fingers, pulling on them hard.
'Look how the bitch wants it. Look at her mouth. You want it don't you, you whore?' Paolo said, tweaking hard on her teats, with Lillian gasping at the pained pleasure he was bringing to her. His voice was cold and calm, bitter and menacing.
'Si or no?'
'Si,' she moaned.
He tweaked on her again, the other two men watching in amazed disbelief.
'Push her down! Hold her!' Paolo demanded.
Each of the men beside her took her by the shoulders and roughly tumbled her to the table, her back feeling the sharp splints of wood prickling her. Paolo had caught her legs as they had automatically risen with the force of the push. He grasped her thighs savagely in his hand, the pressure forcing her to let out another squall. Her panties were now exposed to his greedy eyes. Antonio pinioned Lillian down with his knees and continued to massage her beautiful breasts, plucking at her engorged nipples at will. Lucca eased himself off the table and then took one of Lillian's thighs in his hand while Paolo kept tight hold on the other. Roughly he pulled the gusset of her panties aside and felt the moistness of her juice along the labial folds of flesh.
'Ah, the bitch is so wet. She's so excited. Let's give her a beating for it. Let's do it, eh! Take off your belt, Antonio.'
Something in the recess of Lillian's mind told her that she wasn't really in any great danger. There was something quite pantomimic about the way Paolo growled his instructions. She also sensed that he knew she was really excited by the prospect of being lashed. At last she was going to do it, at last she was going to let it happen to her.
Antonio undid his belt. She heard the noise of the metal buckle clink against a stud, as Paolo and Luca turned her on her front, the coarse wood pressed hard against her naked flesh as Luca pressed his hard hands on her shoulder, constraining her so that it was impossible for her to move.
She felt her panties being yanked down her legs. She thought it must be the domineering Paolo taking control, ruthlessly lifting each leg so that the panties could be totally removed from her.
'Look at that bumhole,' Paolo said as he splayed the cheeks of her bottom, stretching them aside so she could even feel the air on the outer flesh of her anus.
'Taste that, Antonio!' As Paolo maintained his grip on her fleshy bottom, the cheeks still stretched aside, she felt Antonio's hot tongue on her, licking her in a place where she had never been licked before. His tongue was brushing up between the cleft of her bum cheeks in broad sweeping movements.
'Does that taste good, Antonio?'
'Fantastic, boss.'
'Now for the belt! See how the slut likes a good thrashing. 'Move over a bit, eh Antonio.'
Antonio stood aside, while Paolo brought the belt down hard on her bottom. The belt felt heavy. Paolo seemed so strong; the first contact sent a sharp shock through her. Until now she had only been restricted by them. They had not hurt her. But the belt was so hard, so crisp against her skin, she felt that she hadn't been prepared for the lightening crack. Another lash! She yelped again.
'See how the bitch loves it! You love it you bitch. Tell me that you love it. Si or no?'
'Si,' she moaned. Lucca was grabbing her by the hair. When at first she hadn't responded he pulled on her hard.
She was stroked with the belt again.
'Look at that ass. Look at the colour. Her being such a pretty white English girl as well. I want to tan your hide, you English whore!'
Paolo was laughing now, a manic laugh that almost edged into shrillness. Her beating was following a pattern. First the grunt as Paolo brought the lash down onto her tender skin, the crack of the belt on her, and then Paolo's cackle as he watched Lillian jerk with each stroke.
'Let's fuck her, Paolo. Let's really fuck her now?' It was Antonio standing beside Paolo. Lucca was still holding her down.
'Not yet, you oaf. We've only just started. She's going to suck my cock before she does anything else.'
Lillian felt dizzy; dizzy with the pain that surged through her body as it seared through her skin. Paolo climbed onto the table, kneeled in his denim trousers and began to unzip.
'Pull her up, Antonio. You'll like this, bitch. You'll like my cock. It's big and hard.' He turned to Antonio. 'Pull her up. Make the whore kneel.'
Antonio pulled her up by her hair, making her wince with the sharp pain.
Paolo was certainly right about the size of his cock. It was both long and thick. She could see how slimed the surface of his thick helmet was as he pulled his prepuce back.
'No, not like that, Antonio. Don't let go of her head. Hold it there. Stick out your tongue, bitch.'
As Lillian put out her tongue Paolo began to laugh. 'So you can understand Italian, you bitch.'
'Un piu,' Lillian responded.
'I didn't say I wanted to hear you. I only said that you understand. Well understand this, you bitch. You are not to speak, only to follow instructions!'
Lillian nodded, stretching out her tongue again so that Paolo could slap his meat down on it, before slipping it along the length of her lips, spreading his semen along the side of her cheek.
It was difficult to say what she felt about the men. She certainly didn't like them. Something about them totally disgusted her, but maybe that was also the fact that she could no longer deny that she was not enjoying being so submissive. It did arouse her to be in the power of these strong men, these local roughs, who controlled every movement of her body, and who could do to her whatever they wanted. She liked the way Paolo talked so obscenely to her, his limited vocabulary, his gutter expletives excited her, and she was probably more excited than she had ever been before.
He slipped his cock inside her mouth. Antonio propelled her head roughly down onto the older man's shaft. She was no longer a toy. She was a machine, a pleasuring machine. She no longer had any control over her actions.
'Here, let m
e take that,' Paolo said, taking control of her head, pulling her onto him even more roughly than Antonio had done, the tip of his cock pushing hard to the back of her throat.
Lucca and Antonio would do nothing without Paolo's instructions. They waited patiently, their eyes glued on the scene as their boss forced the young English beauty's mouth harder onto him.
'Don't just stand there. Lick her!'
'Where should we lick her, boss?' Lucca asked.
'Everywhere, for Christ sake! Do you have to be told everything?'
They knew, as he knew, that if they had acted independently of him he would have become furious with them. They were as much under his control as Lillian was.
While Paolo continued to jerk her head onto him she felt two hot tongues on her. Lucca had sneaked his head between her legs and was tenderly massaging her clitoris with his tongue. Antonio stood behind her on the table, his hard nails digging into her flesh, paining her further on her already burning bottom, his head buried between her bum cheeks, his tongue probing inside her.
'I'd like to come inside you now, but I have other plans. I'm going to fuck you first, and I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't believe it. And where am I going to fuck you? Not there, you bitch, not where you think. I'm going to fuck you in your tight little bottom. Do you understand?'
As he still had hold of her head she couldn't respond. He let go of her, his hands slowly sliding down her body until they reached her swollen nipples. 'Do you understand?' he said as he tweaked them hard.
'Si, si capisco.'
'Pull her down from the table.'
Her stockings were ruined; they had been torn by the rough table. She still lay with her body resting on the workshop table, her breasts pressed against the wood.
'Boys, give her your cocks to play with!'
Lucca and Antonio looked at each other, and then climbed back onto the table so they were kneeling beside each other, pulling their already erect tools from their briefs.
Paolo was ruthless. He slapped her bottom a couple of times, enjoying the crisp sound his hand made on her. He then pushed his cock against the tiny aperture of her anus. Remembering its enormous size, Lillian really did not think Paolo would be able to enter her in that way, and it took Paolo a while until he could slide his cock inside her. It felt like she was totally stuffed by his hot meat, as if it had gone inside the very core of her being, and then the sudden shock as he began to move rhythmically inside her, stretching the inner membrane, so Lillian thought, further than was possible. It was painful, but it was also exhilarating, to have Paolo's hefty cock inside her like that.
There were two other cocks to attend to, as Lucca jabbed his mercilessly inside her mouth. Antonio grabbed her hair, covered his own tool with it, and began to masturbate.
She really thought that she would explode with the amount of pressure Paolo was using to push inside her further and further. He grabbed her bottom in his hands, scratching and squeezing the skin so hard that she imagined he had drawn blood.
Lucca was coming and she knew he would come in her mouth. She had never liked the taste of semen but the way he gripped her head, she knew there was to be no escape. He shot his seed inside her, his jism hitting the back of her throat. He pulled her harder onto him, so that she could feel the salty tang of his seed slipping down her throat. Her eyes closed over the sensation. It felt like Paolo was swelling inside her, and just as Lucca removed his cock Antonio placed his inside her, the taste of Antonio's seed mingling with Lucca's.
She felt a mounting pressure inside her. She knew she was going to orgasm. As Paolo deposited his semen inside her it triggered her own climax. Her body jerked and jolted as Paolo pistoned inside her, feeling the friction of her contracting muscles all the more to enjoy his climax, Lucca shot inside her mouth, holding her head on him as Antonio had done.
Her body jerked and jerked. She felt she had gone further sexually than she had ever gone before. She writhed and writhed in ecstatic delight.
Paolo had reached down between her legs and he was now squeezing her clitoris, causing another centre of erotic pleasure to awaken and prolonging her orgasm.
At first she enjoyed the extra stimulation, but as she reached the summit of her pleasure she wished it to stop.
They would not stop. She orgasmed again, but still Paolo would not stop manipulating her. The other two held her down in their masculine arms so that there was nothing she could do about it. Her orgasm would not stop; the pleasure was reaching the level of excruciating pain. The more she struggled against it the more they held her down. Her body was wracked with pleasure and still they would not stop. Her body was reaching new heights of sexual exhaustion, as she felt the weight of their pleasuring like a new pain - a pain she could never have imagined.
Somehow she managed to release her head from their grasp. She let out an almighty scream and Paolo removed his hand from her.
9: Meeting Anna Bertini
Anna Bertini eyed her suspiciously. She hadn't wanted to come. She had made that perfectly clear on the telephone.
The idea had come to Lillian that if she could talk to Anna Bertini she might be able to elucidate some more of the darker corners of both Willingham's and Hyde-Lee's life.
She rang Anna Bertini on the mobile phone number Sonia had given her. It appeared from the background noise that she was at some kind of gym.
'Hello, my name is Lillian Simpson. I'm currently writing a biography on Hyde-Lee. I believe you are a friend of his. I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I'm actually in Rome at the moment. I thought that we could possibly meet for an informal chat.'
'How did you get my number?' Anna said haughtily in perfect English.
'Through a friend, actually.'
'And who is your friend?' Anna's imperious tone sounded indignant.
'Well, it's a long story,' Lillian said, not wanting to betray Sonia's confidence.
'Well, I don't like my number being given out to strangers.'
'I can understand, but it was the only way I could contact you.'
'Normally all my appointments are made through my private secretary. I don't give those sort of interviews. I'm sorry, goodbye.'
Anna rang off, much to Lillian's indignation. She didn't like being talked to in such an impolite manner. She rang back almost straight away. Lillian was a resilient and resourceful woman and she was not about to be fobbed off by some Italian soap opera diva.
'I'm sorry to interrupt you again...'
'It's you again. What on earth...?'
'Please, don't hang up. What I say might be very important to you.'
'What did you want again? What was this supposed chat about?'
'Hyde-Lee, the English writer.'
'I'm sorry, but I don't know who on earth you are talking about.'
'I'm afraid you do, Miss Bertini. I was told you were quite an intimate of his.'
'Who told you that?' For the first time in their conversation Lillian detected a slight shakiness in her interlocutor's voice.
'It doesn't matter. What matters is your whole reputation is at stake. If you don't want to talk to me that's fine, but when a book comes out itemising your own sexual practices I wonder whether the type of magazine I saw you in today would be particularly interested.'
'What are you, some type of blackmailer?'
'No, I told you I'm writing a biography about Hyde-Lee, your friend. I really do think we should talk about this.'
'Is this some kind of trick, or game you are playing, Miss, Miss...'
'Simpson. I'm not playing any game, but it is imperative that we meet - at least it is for your sake.'
There was a long hiatus on the other side of the line while Anna Bertini considered what to do. Lillian could hear her breathing, sounding slightly irregular and mildly troubled.
'Do you know the Café Greco?'
'You mean the famous one on the Via Condotti.'
'Yes, that's it. I'll meet you there in an hour.'
Anna ha
d hung up abruptly again.
So that was how she found herself sitting in the ornate Café Greco, the famous nineteenth century café supposedly frequented by the likes of Berlioz, Balzac and Goethe, now more of an expensive tourist trap. She had not understood why Anna would want to meet her in such a public place, but the prices for food and coffee certainly kept many locals away. She had purposely sat in one of the wooden alcoves for extra privacy.
Anna had arrived thirty minutes late. She looked every inch the movie star that she aspired to be: an elegant emerald dress, cut above the knee with a low neckline that showed the top of the separating curve of her fulsome breasts. Her hair was elegantly tied up, revealing the soft nape of her neck. She wore a golden chain around her neck. She looked as if she was more prepared to attend some formal dinner function than to meet somebody for an informal chat.
She had instructed the black-jacketed waiter to lead Anna to the alcove where she sat. Anna nodded faintly as the waiter disappeared from view. It was as much of an introduction as Lillian was going to get. Anna sat down, perched on the edge of her chair looking as if she wanted to vacate it at the earliest possible moment.
'Well, what's all this about then?'
'I told you briefly on the telephone. Maybe you would like to order a coffee first.'
'No, just tell me what you want.'
'I want to talk to you about Hyde-Lee.'
'Jimmy, what do you want to know about Jimmy for?'
'You do know that he's dying.'
'I had heard something. Are you a friend of his or something?'
'No, just a biographer.'
'He's a writer. I believe he writes some very interesting books, but I haven't read them. Writers, as they always seem to be telling me, don't have very interesting lives. What was all this nonsense about sexual practices? I couldn't understand at all.'
'Well, you might not read his books, but you might certainly want to read the one I intend to write about him. I know the truth, Miss Bertini. I know what you did. I heard about Sabrina.'
