by Leo Barton
Lillian was just so happy not to have to wear those chains again. She spent the whole day in a state of near ecstasy. She was even permitted to go into the garden. She saw the ponytailed man there, who had escorted her around the house and into the garden and made her lie on the gravel. She kept well out of his way, not knowing what instructions Willingham might have given him, but still it was so beautiful to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and to hear birds and smell newly cut grass. She also found out the date from the newspaper, and it was such a delight to watch the sun in the sky and to guess what time of day it was.
Later in the afternoon, after she had feasted on one of Sonia's spaghetti dishes, she was called back into Willingham's study.
'How are you enjoying your new freedom, Lillian?'
'Very much, master.'
'Would there be a way that you can show me, your master, how grateful you are?'
'Yes, master.'
She knelt between his legs as he unzipped himself and she took his sturdy cock into her mouth, sucking him avidly, furling her tongue-tip around his swollen helmet, and then flattening her tongue over his extending shaft. She took his balls deep into her mouth and sucked them, before bobbing up and down on him. When he exploded she gratefully swallowed every drop.
For Lillian was grateful and sucking on Willingham's cock didn't seem to be the disgusting task it had when forced to do it before.
Somewhere at the back of her mind she knew that these people had incarcerated her against her will, that they had tortured her and abused her in the most intimate way, but she was so grateful to them for having let her have this modicum of freedom that it overwhelmed all previous animosity towards them. It was obvious that she had no option but to do what they told her, and to always do it. The thought of somebody else coming and locking her away in the darkness was so unbearable.
She had listened very attentively to Willingham when he had told her what would happen to her if she escaped, and had absolutely no intention of running away. Not only because she feared the consequences, but after such deprivation her mind had confused his manipulation of her with gratitude. She also remembered what Sonia had told her about being a natural submissive. She accepted it as true, as her fate. Also, the dream had not returned, possibly because what she had lived through had been so much more painful that it now seemed tepid compared to her life experience.
As she had knelt before her master, for now she did consider Willingham to be that, she had begun to relish the pain the cane caused her, her mind clung to it tenaciously, it somehow connected with her sense of liberation, the extremity of the pain mingling with the bright sensation of her newly won freedom. Also in her manipulated mind she believed that she had won whatever freedom she had now gained, precisely by being obedient. So she now had no intention of being disobedient. She would aim to please her master, now that particular struggle was over, as best she could.
After Willingham had zipped himself up, he called Everton into the room.
'And now, dear, as you have pleased me, so Mr Everton here is going to please you.'
The thought excited her very much.
Everton approached her, turned her around, and brutally pushed her down onto the desk. He already had an erection. There were to be no preliminaries. He thrust inside her and rode her at a steady pace, holding her head down as he pushed further inside her. Lillian actually liked the way her head was thrust so violently on the desk. Sexual pleasure had now confused with pain in her mind and the only way she could achieve sexual satisfaction was if there was some kind of pain involved.
Willingham watched the scene gratifyingly, congratulating himself on his success with the girl. It had been a challenge, but now what lay before him, or rather before Everton, was one of the most submissive women he had ever seen. Willingham realised with relish that there was nothing he couldn't do with this girl.
'How would you like it, dear, if Mr Everton was to go up your back passage?'
'Oh yes, master,' she moaned, thinking how hard his stiff cock would be in her tight little hole.
Everton duly obliged, first sliding a slimed finger inside her, before inserting his large manhood. It was so hard and warm inside her. He was thrusting so deep that it was not long before she felt herself reaching an orgasm. Willingham helped her by tweaking her nipples hard.
But obviously they weren't going to let her have an orgasm. She knew that instinctively. Everton removed his twitching cock and then stuffed it into her mouth. She made sure that she did not let a drop of it escape.
It had become such a glorious day. They were even going to let her enjoy sex.
13: In Inspector Grimaldi's Office
The next day she was ushered into Grimaldi's office by Everton and Willingham. Grimaldi's immediate superior was also there, but Lillian had been told exactly what to say. How she had gone to Naples for a few days, accidentally fell down some steps, banged her head and lost her memory. She had stayed in a number of different places, then realising who she was had returned to Forte Dei Marmi. It was perhaps a preposterous story, but Grimaldi's superior was just glad to have the whole thing cleared up so he could use his officers for other things.
Grimaldi looked at her greedily. 'I think, miss, you had better come to my office to make your statement in full.'
Lillian, accompanied by Lord Willingham, was led into Grimaldi's small office. He locked the door behind him. Willingham handed Grimaldi the prewritten statement that detailed Lillian's fictitious stay in Naples.
'Are you going to keep her in custody, Mr Grimaldi, as we discussed?'
'I think that would be a splendid idea,' Grimaldi said, laughing, 'but only for one night. That should be long enough for her, don't you think?'
Lillian knew that in the current situation she was not permitted to speak. She didn't understand anything. Why should they want to keep her in custody? She hadn't done anything wrong.
'Oh, I think so,' Willingham smiled.
'We have a couple of felons she can share a cell with. They haven't seen a pretty woman for a long time...'
What was she going to have to do? It was one thing to be in Willingham's house serving him, but it would be another to be stuck in some horrible Italian jail with convicts!
'And some of the guards get bored down there, so it will give them something to do.'
'I think it will be a good lesson for Lillian. It will teach her what might happen if she ever steps out of line.'
Willingham handed another money-stuffed envelope to Grimaldi.
'Thank you very much, sir. Would you like to collect her tomorrow? I'm sure she will be very happy to see you by then.'
'I think so, either tomorrow or next week some time. It depends how well she takes her punishment.'
'Would you mind if I take another look at her? I did so enjoy it last time.'
'Be my guest. Lillian, would you lie on the table for Inspector Grimaldi?'
Lillian remembered the last time she'd had to pleasure the gross Grimaldi. She looked over at Willingham, and knowing she could not refuse her master, climbed up onto the table, lying prone.
Grimaldi's hands roamed her body, slipped down her back, and rested on her bottom. His hands were moist with sweat. Lillian was wearing sheer silk stockings and lacy black panties. Grimaldi tugged up her skirt and gazed at her lace-clad bottom.
'I think, Inspector Grimaldi, if you wanted to castigate the girl a little now, it might help to get her in the mood for later on.' Willingham said, smiling at the policeman. Both men were standing over Lillian, who was staring vacantly at the wall.
It was one thing to be punished by Lord Willingham, or Everton for that matter. But it was another thing to have this awful man do it. Her fear about what would happen later in the prison cell was overtaken by the more imminent preoccupation with what Grimaldi might do to her this time.
'I think that might be quite agreeable for all parties concerned.'
'Lillian, do you think you might enjoy a
good spanking by Inspector Grimaldi?'
'I don't know, Master.'
'Well that is an honest enough answer. I suppose the only way to find out is to give the girl a good pasting. Anyway, Inspector Grimaldi, I'll pick her up when it is convenient. You can keep her for as long as you want.'
Lillian wanted to protest. Lord Willingham had only said a day at first and now he seemed to be saying it was going to be much longer. But she knew that she couldn't disobey him. If she did then he might leave her in the prison forever, or worse, he might take her back and chain her to the bed and stick that terrible hood on her again.
'Right, Lillian, if you'll just lie across Inspector Grimaldi's lap.'
Lillian reluctantly got up from the table and lay over Grimaldi's fat thighs. She could feel his thick cock pushing against her midriff.
'Good day, Inspector Grimaldi.'
'Good day, Lord Willingham.'
As Lord Willingham exited, Grimaldi tugged up Lillian's short skirt and prodded his fingers into her bum crack through the black panties.
'We'd better have these off, I think, my dear.' He pulled her panties down, exposing her naked bottom before him and smacked her hard on the bottom with his fat hand. Lillian jolted against the hard contact.
'Lie still, Lillian dear.'
He smacked her again and again. His free hand he sneaked into her blouse and under the black lace bra so that the next time he smacked her he tweaked her nipple, so Lillian had to contest with pain both in her squirming bottom and her tugged breast.
She forgot that she was not permitted to cry out and a little yelp escaped from her mouth.
'Now what on earth do you think you are doing? Are you trying to get me into trouble here? You make another sound, my girl, and I will make sure that you stay in prison for a year, not a day or a week.'
He tested her out by spanking her hard again and tweaking her already throbbing nipple. This time Lillian had more sense than to cry out, even though the pain, especially in her breast, was tumultuous.
Suddenly she felt the pressure of his large gut against her back as Grimaldi bent over and started to unfasten his shoe.
Oh no! Lillian thought as she realised what Grimaldi was going to do: he was going to spank her with the sole of it. She clenched her eyes at the prospect.
Before Grimaldi spanked her though, she felt the pressure of the toe end of his shoe prodding against her sex lips and then between the crevice of her bottom. It was so horribly humiliating to feel like this, so exposed and debased before this ugly man.
The loud thwack the shoe made on her bare bottom made her squirm even more, but she remembered, and this was an agony in itself, that she was not permitted to shout out. He belted her again and again with the shoe, until her bottom was red raw.
'Now, my dear, kneel before me. Take off your top.'
Lillian dutifully did what she was ordered, first removing her blouse and then the black lace bra.
Grimaldi pulled his trousers down and then released his erect cock from his briefs. He tweaked her nipples again and then slapped his cock onto her breasts, before bunching them up in his hands and sliding his cock through so that the bulbous purple head prodded against her throat.
He then took his sturdy cock in his hand and began slapping Lillian across the face with it, so that it banged off her cheek, off her nose, off her chin.
'Open wide!'
Lillian opened her mouth as wide as it would go, as Grimaldi stood over her masturbating, the tip of his cock occasionally chafing her lips. With his free hand he pulled hard on her hair so that her neck was angled and her gaping mouth made a perfect target for his seed.
It was disgusting to have this horrible monster standing over her like this. His revoltingly sweaty body over her, his piggy hands clasping her so hard by the hair that her neck hurt.
He shot his seed deep inside her, so deep that the first jet reached all the way to the back of her throat. She knew his eyes were concentrated on her throat, making sure she swallowed every drop of his sperm.
As he tucked his cock back into his trousers he said, 'Now I think it's time you were introduced to our friends in the prison.'
14: A Night in Prison
After Lillian had been allowed to dress again, she was escorted by Grimaldi to the prison cells in the basement of the police station.
'Now, Lillian, this is a secret, and nobody knows you are here, so we don't want to be making a lot of noise, do we?'
'No, Inspector Grimaldi.'
She was led into a communal shower room that was empty.
'I think you had better take your clothes off. You won't be needing them here. There is soap and shampoo to wash with, but don't worry about that. I'll call a couple of guards and they can help you.'
Lillian wanted to tell Grimaldi that she didn't need any guards to help her, that she was perfectly capable of showering herself, but she knew she was not permitted to speak without being told to do so, and that if Lord Willingham ever got to hear of her insolence there would be trouble.
Lillian removed the clothes that she had only moments before put on. Grimaldi stood admiring the view, unable to resist running his hands across her hairless mound, and strumming his fingers against her sex lips.
'Roberto, Mauro, come here,' Grimaldi shouted, and a moment later two hefty Italian men entered the communal shower.
'This young lady is to spend the night here as a lesson for her not to waste police time...'
But she hadn't wasted police time, she thought to herself.
'Only if she is totally obedient and does everything you tell her, will we consider letting her go tomorrow. I would put her in with some of the boys. I am sure they will be very friendly to her.'
Grimaldi then turned to Lillian. 'I'm sure we will meet again soon. There are so many other little games I want to play with you.' He turned and left the room.
Roberto was the bigger of the two men. He must have been in his mid-thirties. He was tall and stocky with black cropped hair and cold, evil eyes. Mauro was younger but even fatter than Grimaldi. Both men in their own way were deeply unattractive to Lillian.
Their hands roamed over her body, Roberto's brushing against her sex lips, while Mauro's hands flattened across her still tingling buttocks.
'Right, over there,' Roberto commanded, pointing in the direction of the washing area.
Lillian went over to switch on the shower, but Roberto tutted. 'No, no, no. Just stand there.'
Lillian hadn't noticed before but there was a rubber hose in one corner. They weren't going to let her shower; they were going to hose her down like an animal.
'Stand still!' Roberto shouted. Mauro had attached the hose to a tap and a jet of water was coming gently out. He turned the tap more fully and then a harder jet of water gushed forth. Mauro aimed it at Lillian. The water was icy cold and it was a shock when it first made contact with her skin. They aimed it all over her body. Perhaps the most humiliating experience was when it was turned fully on her face and she knew that she was not permitted to move. She wanted so much to move out the way of the water but was frightened to do so. The two men stood laughing at her as she stood in humiliation before them.
'Turn around.'
When Lillian's back was turned, the water spurted against her again. Mauro went closer to her and shot a jet against her bottom and then across her sex. It was obvious that the two men were enjoying themselves immensely.
The water was turned off and Roberto approached Lillian with a bar of soap. He lathered first her breasts and then her middle, tweaking her breast and laughing at her. He then pulled her to him by the ear and kissed her on the lips, parting her mouth so that he could slide his tongue inside her.
'Are you going to be a good girl?' he said, still tweaking her nipple as he withdraw his tongue from her mouth.
'Yes, sir,' Lillian managed to say, trying desperately to hide her sense of disgust at what was happening to her.
'I hope so. Now bend over and to
uch your toes.'
Lillian obediently did as she was told again. She felt the bar soaping first her legs and then her thighs and then her buttocks. Roberto was sliding it along the crevice of her bottom. He lathered a couple of his fingers and sank them deep inside her anus. 'We have to make sure you are clean everywhere, don't we?'
Lillian didn't answer.
Roberto slipped another finger inside her. 'Don't we?'
'Yes, sir,' Lillian answered, hoping that if she responded in the way they wanted they might not hurt her.
'Now spread your legs.'
Lillian spread her legs a little more.
'Wider!'
The bar of soap was now playing along her sex lips, rubbing against her clitoris, and against her will, making her feel excited, although she could not think of two men, perhaps with the exception of Grimaldi, that she would less like to have sex with.
'You like that, don't you? Yes you do. Well remember you are not here for fun. You are here for our fun. Mauro, over here.'
Mauro brought the hose over, placing it right between Lillian's legs so that the water squirted up inside her vagina. It was so cold and made Lillian's body go rigid. They made her touch her toes again. Oh no, she thought, as she realised just what they were going to do. As Roberto spread Lillian's cheeks Mauro shot the water deep inside her rectum, the nozzle positioned on the tip of her anus.
When that humiliation was over it was time to clean her face and hair. Roberto was ruthless, lathering her face and hair together so roughly that sometimes she found it hard to breathe. It was a horrible sensation to feel his soapy hands all over her cheeks, in her mouth, on her neck. Then Mauro turning the hose full on again, washing all the lather off.
'Now into the locker room to dry off.'
Lillian walked ahead and grabbed hold of a towel in a vain effort to cover her naked body.
'Hurry up! Quicker, come on!'
Lillian dried herself as quickly as she could with both the men standing over her, watching. But before she felt she was completely dried the towel was snatched from her hands.
