Chapter 6
After only five days, it seemed to Romina that she had lived up on the mountain forever. Because of the altitude, there was always a gentle cool breeze from off the Mediterranean Sea, a pleasant change from the sweltering heat of Strappani. The cottage, resting at the foot of a steep cliff, was simple but large and comfortable and she enjoyed helping Selenia, the only female in the group, as she prepared meals for the men and cleaned their rooms.
Their attitude towards her had been generally polite and correct ever since the night of her arrival, but now some of them were becoming downright friendly and were going out of their way to make her feel welcome and at home. She remembered how frightened she had been when Roberto and Il Volpe had led her into the living room and presented her to the group. The policeman's undershirt had not covered very much of her body to begin with and had been torn in several strategic places during their rapid dash to safety up the side of the mountain. No one had made any particular move to give her more adequate clothing and she had been forced to answer their questions while the men inspected her almost-naked form with obvious interest. Of all the members of the band, Il Volpe himself had seemed to be least enthusiastic about the idea of having her there. He had pointed out quietly that they were running a certain risk in sheltering her and remarked rather pointedly that the incident had given the police one more reason to attack them.
Roberto had replied that the damage was already done and argued that once having taken her under their protection, they could hardly abandon her now. Il Volpe had given in finally and decreed that she could remain in their midst for the time being and must be treated with absolute respect by the entire group. No one had consulted her wishes in the situation.
The evening of her arrival had not seemed like an ideal occasion to inform Il Volpe that she suspected him of being her father and Romina had decided to bide her time and try to find some evidence which could settle the matter one way or another. The bandit leader was a strange man and the girl was not entirely sure how to treat him. It was hard to believe that Il Volpe was old enough to be her father, since he looked and acted like a man in his mid-thirties. His hawk-like face was fresh and unlined and the thick hair on his head was still jet-black. However the outlaw chieftain spoke little and seemed to prefer to keep to himself and not mix even with the members of his own group. When he encountered Romina in the cleared area outside the cottage, he invariably bowed low and always called her Signorina, even though the others had begun using her first name after the evening of her arrival.
Selenia, the solitary female member of the band, was a different story altogether. The young Sicilian woman was about Romina's age or possibly a few months younger and not nearly so tall. She possessed the voluptuous shapely figure which is characteristic of Southern Italian women, with large mobile breasts and firm solid hips, as well as an earthy raw sense of humor. Selenia was always ready to laugh at any joke, no matter how low the humor and never seemed to mind when her behind was patted in passing by one of the men. She possessed enormous reserves of energy and vitality and Romina, who was used to a more leisurely pace of life, frequently became exhausted just following her around.
The two women liked each other instinctively even though the American had initially feared that the Italian girl would regard her as a potential rival and be jealous. Romina wondered if Selenia had a boyfriend among the bandits, and if so, which one he was, but she never worked up the courage to ask.
As the two of them worked side by side, the physically well-endowed Italian girl explained a little of the gang's background. All of them had fled at various times over the years into the mountains to join Il Volpe after they had each run afoul of the law in some way.
Tullio, for example, an enormously fat man who consumed mountains of food at every meal and was fond of making lewd remarks to Romina, had been a friend of Il Volpe's since boyhood. He had once hidden the outlaw from the police and had been forced to hide himself in the hills when the lieutenant had found out and tried to arrest him. Mario, a prematurely bald fellow who was the group's carpenter, shoe-maker and handyman, was a deserter from the Army who had been sentenced to a long jail sentence by a military tribunal for a crime actually committed by one of his officers. Benito, a fast-talking, nervous man in his thirties, had stolen some chickens from a nobleman to keep his family from starvation and had joined Il Volpe to avoid going to jail. And Selenia herself had stabbed a policeman who had tried to force his attentions on her and then found a warrant sworn out for her arrest. The others all had similar stories. They had started life honest but poor and each of them had been driven by poverty and the local police into banditry. Roberto seemed to be an exception and Romina gathered that their was some element of mystery regarding his presence. Selenia admitted that she did not know where he had come from, but mentioned that he had once been a school-teacher and was second-in-command after Il Volpe.
As much as she was enjoying her stay with this interesting group of people, the figure of Il Volpe was still very prominent in Romina's thoughts. At times, she found herself romantically attracted to this strange silent man, so much so that she sometimes hoped desperately that he would not turn out to be her father. Other times, she longed to tell him why she had come to Sicily and ask him about his stay in North America with the fervent desire that he could settle, once and for always, the secret behind her parentage. But he remained remote and distant and since no one had yet said anything about leaving, she decided to wait a few more days to see if she could discover anything on her own.
On the fifth day after her arrival, the two women prepared a particularly fine dinner, cooking a wild boar which Tullio, the fat man, had shot in the hills nearby. She was tired after all the work and feeling full "and happy, Romina excused herself after the fruit and coffee and retired to her room.
Undressing languidly, she hung the rough simple clothing which Selenia had loaned her on a peg above her cot, slipped into the undershirt (which she was using as a nightie), blew out the oil and crawled under the sheets.
Meanwhile in the next room. The dinner was rapidly transforming itself into a party. Romina tossed in her narrow bed as she heard corks popping and wine being poured and the gay lusty laughter of Selenia echoing above the lively conversation of the men. The American girl suddenly felt lonely and half decided to rejoin the party, since sleep seemed to be slow in coming. But the idea of getting dressed all over again did not appeal to her since the night was warm. As she lay restlessly in bed, she noticed that light from somewhere was entering the room and sitting up, she discovered that a brick was missing near the ceiling in the wall dividing her room from the area where the party was taking place. Acting out of a childish impulse, she balanced on the edge of a chair and peered into the next room.
The scene which met her eyes had changed considerably. The dishes and silverware had all been cleared away and the entire group was drinking wine, the very same lust-inspiring wine which the lieutenant had made her drink in Strappani. Selenia was sitting boldly on the table in front of the group, her skirt up around her hips and her full finely-shaped legs exposed, drinking the aphrodisiac liquid directly from the bottle. Most of the men had removed their shirts and the room seemed heavy with sensuality.
"Oh, it's hot," complained the full-breasted young woman, a little drunkenly.
"Take off your dress, Selenia," advised Tullio with a raucous laugh, "and you'll see how much cooler you feel!"
An impish smile crossed the Italian girl's impishly puckered lips.
"Oh, it's going to be one of those nights, is it?" she retorted. Getting unsteadily to her feet, Selenia undid the buttons of her dress at the back, walking to where the fat man was sitting with a bottle of the conscience-destroying wine between his knees. His hands went quickly to her lushly rounded hips and the corpulent outlaw tugged as Selenia wiggled the garment off her shoulders, let it fall down over her full exciting buttocks and thighs and drop to the floor. Romina inhaled deeply at the sight, wondering what this behavior could possibly mean.
A general chorus of appreciation could be heard as Selenia's smooth tanned body appeared before them, now concealed only by a pair of cotton panties and a brassiere.
"Feeling cooler now, Selenia?" asked one of the men as he stepped up behind her and ran his hands lewdly over her firm flat stomach.
"No, no, I'm still hot," she complained, the broad grin on her lips betraying the fact that she was joking. She squirmed with pleasure as the bandit worked his lascivious fingers underneath the elastic waist band of the girl's flimsy panties and began drawing them down over her broad inviting hips. Why, they're stripping her! thought Romina, her mind in a daze. It's that wine! It's driven them crazy!
His hands still working, the bandit shifted his attention to Selenia's back, where he deftly undid the fastening of her brassiere.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she crooned as the bra slithered off her magnificent, voluptuously shaped bosom and joined her panties on the floor. "That feels so much better." Standing stark naked in front of the men, she deliberately excited them, rocking slowly back and forth, her legs slightly spread, her eyes closed, massaging her full ripe brown-tipped breasts with her hands.
"Selenia would like to lay down now, boys," announced the lascivious fat Tullio, who seemed to be the master of orgies for the band. Well, I think she had better he down, thought the scandalized Romina, still watching from her concealed position in the next room, before this goes any further.
But Tullio and Romina were not on the same wave-length. Pulling a mattress off a cot in the corner, the bandits made a bed for Selenia on the top of the table at which they had eaten only a half-hour previously. Over the mattress went a blanket and atop the blanket they settled the supple naked Sicilian girl, her skin now covered with a light fine layer of sweat. From where Romina was watching, the thin, vertical mouth of the girl's openly gapping vagina was plainly visible, only partially protected by the thinly curling strands of dark soft pussy hair.
Around the room now only Il Volpe remained immobile while the others began sensuously stripping the clothing from their bodies. Selenia writhed erotically on the mattress, squeezing her lush ample breasts with her fingers and groaning softly, as if she were alone in the room. Roberto was the only member of the band not represented and Romina guessed that tonight was his turn to stand the guard outside.
The fat foul-mouthed Tullio was the first to approach the naked girl. His thick fleshy cock almost hidden by the enormity of his bulging stomach, he circled the table and roughly pulled the girl's legs apart. Heaving himself up between her separated knees, the monstrous bandit began running his tongue up and down the in-sides of her thighs while the Sicilian girl, her mind now temporarily dulled by the lust-provoking wine, thrashed back and forth, her face contorted with ecstasy. Passing over her body on his hands and knees, his enormous belly almost touching hers, the outlaw sucked the girl's swollen heaving breasts until her brown nipples hardened into protuberant little buds. Then he worked his way down her soft belly, his hot energetic tongue penetrating every hidden little crevice until he reached the moistly open mound of her pussy and the tenderness of her inner thighs.
The other men moved around the table, watching with interest, intermingling encouragements with lewd comments and continually passing the morality-destroying wine back and forth. Selenia writhed beneath their eyes like a mad woman, groaning softly and gripping the edges of the mattress almost as if she were in pain. Romina had never in her life seen anything remotely like this and not even her own rape by the policeman had upset her quite so profoundly.
Then she had been drugged and not fully responsible for her actions but now she was cold sober and she considered bolting from the cottage in horror. But even as the thought passed her mind, she dismissed it. Where on earth could she go from here? Even assuming she could find her way down off the mountain in the dark, which was not at all-likely, Lieutenant Barzini would be waiting for her in the town.
Turning her attention again to the lewd spectacle before her, Romina shuddered with horror as she watched the grotesquely fat Tullio lower his mouth until it was only a few inches from Selenia's soft moving pubic mound. His greasy hands were spread out over her flat smooth stomach with each of his thumbs digging cruelly into the fleshy outer lips of her warm hair-lined cunt. The Italian girl, meanwhile, seemed to be off on another planet. Her mouth was open and a thin trickle of saliva escaped her lips while her eyes stared vacantly off into nothingness.
Romina twitched involuntarily as she watched Tullio's fingers deliberately probe the moist mysteries of Selenia's softly curling pubic hair, slowly exposing the red throbbing slit of her vagina. Visibly hardening under this obscene torment, the Italian girl's tiny delicate clitoris was contracting and expanding violently just above the tight elastic ring of her now openingly palpitating cunt.
"Go to it, Tullio!" called one of the men vulgarly. "There's your dessert for you."
Needing no more encouragement than this, the fat man's head dropped on to the target, his thick busy tongue lashing out like a whip against Selenia's waiting vaginal hole, lewdly exciting the raw sensitive nerves around the fleshy ragged edges. The girl's body jerked spasmodically up around his neck while her restless hands fluttered through his hair. As she tried to force his mouth further into the intimacy of her body, the voluptuous naked girl's hips began to grind in a regular sensual rhythm, keeping time with the insistent probing of the bandit's hot slavering tongue. From her open mouth issued small bird-like cries of pleasure, her lips curled back over her teeth in an expression real animal lust.
Romina felt a series of uncontrollable shivers run through her body as she viewed this depraved spectacle and the sudden horrifying thought crossed her mind that she might herself be sexually excited by these obscene activities. It is not possible, she told herself severely. I haven't had a drop of that orgy-wine and no decent woman could watch a debauchery like this without feeling upset and disgusted.
As she debated with herself, the short bald-headed man called Mario stepped up, rubbing his hands with anticipation. His dangling cock was already half-erected and Romina was shocked at the size of it, gasping with amazement as she watched it slowly rise to its full height and looking like the sawed-off branch of a tree, jutting boldly out of a jumble of reddish curly hair. The bald-headed shoemaker moved to the edge of the table and began running his hands lewdly over Selenia's now hotly writhing body, pinching her swollen breasts with his thin craftsman's fingers. As soon as Selenia sensed this obscene caress, she bent from the waist, twisting her torso and wrapping her arms around the shoemaker's middle. This brought the man's thick cock to within a few inches of the girl's moistly parted lips and Romina dug her finger nails into the palms of her hands as she watched Selenia's tongue snake out in a vain attempt to touch the lewdly pulsating flesh so close to her open lips. A sadistic evil grin crossed Mario's face as he reached down between Selenia's circling arms, took the hot scarlet head of his muscular cock and rubbed it tormentingly across the girl's face and chin. Selenia strained forward, trying to capture the illusive penis in her mouth, but Mario laughed cruelly, swinging it lewdly from side to side whenever she lunged at him.
Finally, with a frantic effort which almost tore her away from Tullio who was still licking her hungrily grinding cunt into sensual madness, Selenia imprisoned Mario's extended cock between her parted lips. With an obscene animalistic roar, Mario seized the opportunity to plunge himself forward, burying his fleshy pole deep in her open willing mouth.
My God, she'll choke to death, thought
Romina, terrified. They're going to kill her like this!
But Selenia, her cheeks bellowing in and out, began sucking the thick red organ as if it were an exotically flavored ice cream cone, running her tongue hungrily over the bulbous blood-swollen tip, her eyes rolled back in her head like a mad woman and a look of wild intensive sensuality on her face.
Time and time again Romina shook her head in vain attempts to clear her dazed mind, but each time she was unable to tear her eyes from the lewd drama unfolding before her. Transfixed, she watched Selenia's tender lips stretched cruelly around the massive penis sawing regularly in and out of her mouth while at the same time Tullio continued to burrow between her legs, making obscene smacking sounds as his meaty tongue tormented the soft wet walls of her hotly pulsating cunt. Mario stood nonchalantly by the edge of the table as he fucked brutally into her mouth, joking with the other men and occasionally taking a swig from the strange aphrodisiac wine which had been the ultimate cause of all Romina's troubles.
Selenia's hands were pressed tight against the shoemaker's hard thrusting buttocks, one in each hand, and Romina could see the girl's arm muscles contract as she strained desperately to pull him even further into her throat. From the corners of her mouth trickled a thin white mixture of saliva and sperm, running in fine white rivulets over down her chin and into the hungrily working hollows of her neck.
"Christ, these two are taking all night!" complained one of the men impatiently.
"Come on, Tullio," urged another, obviously in agreement. "Get your cock in there and go to work. And try not to split her down the middle, will you? The rest of us want some."
Dragging her eyes away from the doubly penetrated girl writhing on the table, Romina studied the man she had reason to believe might be her father. Il Volpe was still not showing the slightest sign of sexual excitement, calmly sitting and puffing on his pipe as he observed these depraved proceedings.
Obeying the request of his companions, Tullio reluctantly raised his head, his mouth dripping with sweat and the vaginal fluids from Selenia's body. Placing his enormous hands under her buttocks, he raised the sex-maddened girl up and threw her legs over his shoulders as if she were a sack of potatoes. Undisturbed by this activity, Selenia continued to suck Mario's pulsating cock as if her life depended upon it.
With a grunt, the fat outlaw rammed his great penis into Selenia's already well-lubricated cunt-al passage, penetrating her like an express train roaring into a dark hotly greased tunnel. The force of his thrusts brought his thick muscular thighs into violent contact with the girl's upturned and exposed buttocks and from her vantage point, Romina could see Tullio's heavy swinging testicles crash against the tiny puckered ring of her rectum. Loosing no time, Tullio began fucking into her with long hard strokes as Selenia's buttocks responded, undulating lasciviously back up at him with each powerful movement.
Romina shifted her horrified attention to Mario, who was fucking into her cruelly-stretched mouth with ever-increasing speed. The bald-headed man seemed determined to bury his cock completely in the girl's throat and Romina wondered why she was not choking on the huge thickness. Instead, mewing purring sounds and moans of pleasure emerged from Selenia's cock-filled mouth as Mario's heavy, sperm-filled balls slapped ruthlessly against her chin.
Oh God, thought Romina desperately. He's going to mangle her like that! If he empties his cum into her throat, she'll strangle!
Unable to tear her eyes from this depraved scene, Romina watched as the shoemaker partially withdrew his swollen throbbing cock and Selenia wrapped both hands around it, jerking at him as if she were trying to twist his penis off. When the monstrous red tip was clear of her open mouth, Mario suddenly groaned as heavy jets of hot sticky sperm began spraying out of his cock like shells from a machine gun. The viscous white liquid poured into Selenia's waiting mouth and Romina shuddered in near despair, watching the Italian girl's adam's apple bob up and down as she hungrily, almost as though she were starving swallowed desperately at his cum, anxiously trying not to lose a drop. When Mario's orgasm passed, Selenia pulled him close to her again, still gulping down the hot, lust-inciting fluid, and tenderly licked him clean like a mother cat, running her tongue carefully over the slowly deflating penis while saliva and expended semen dribbled over her chin and thin strings of the white, viscous substance stretched from her glistening lips to the tip of his softening cock.
The shock of this grotesque scene was enough to tear Romina loose from the paralysis which had held her until now. As Mario collapsed happily back into his chair and another man took his place at Selenia's now empty mouth, Romina tore her eyes away and carefully climbed down off the chair.
I must get away from here, she told herself! Here I am, trapped somewhere in the mountains with a gang of criminal sex maniacs! Despite the gentleness with which she had been treated thus far Romina knew that once they had drunk enough of that sex-wine, they could easily turn their attentions to her.
But running away would mean abandoning her project! So far, she had been remarkably lucky. Within two days of her arrival in Sicily, she was Il Volpe's houseguest. How foolish to leave until she was able to establish firmly one way or the other whether or not he was her real father.
And there was one more reason, she forced herself to admit. As the days had gone by, Il Volpe, the bandit chief, had become increasingly prominent in her thoughts and she could not decide whether the emotions she was feeling towards him were the sentiments of a daughter for her father or-she choked at the thought-the feelings of a woman for a man!
She had to know the truth, and yet it still seemed totally impossible to ask him directly. Romina returned to her bed, resolving to sleep and consider the whole problem more carefully the next day, but was dismayed to find that she was painfully and overly excited by what she had just seen and totally incapable of sleeping. What to do?
A thought suddenly occurred to her. If Il Volpe had really once been married to her mother, he must have with him some memento, a photograph, a letter, something to remember her by. If she could find some evidence, some proof, she would finally know where she stood. And tonight was the perfect opportunity to play private detective. With the noise they were all making in the next room, they would never hear her moving around. And Selenia would keep them occupied for hours.
Still wearing the torn undershirt they had taken from the police lieutenant, the girl swallowed her fears as slipped out of her room into the hallway and crept down to the entrance to Il Volpe's bedroom. The door yielded to her gentle push and she quickly stepped inside and closed it tightly before putting a match to the oil lamp next to the bed.
Il Volpe's room was neat and simple. There was a desk in the corner piled with a number of books. A few articles of clothing hung behind the door and there was a landscape painting over the bed. Obviously, in his career as a bandit, Il Volpe had found it expedient to travel light and avoid accumulating useless objects. In the corner of the room stood an enormous wooden chest, and Romina carefully raised the unlocked lid, excitement growing in her stomach.
Inside were obviously the outlaw's prize possessions. There was a suit of city clothing, old but clearly kept in good condition. On the other side, wrapped in newspapers, was a well-oiled sub-machine gun and below this there was a rather large box which proved to contain shells for the murderous looking weapon. Shaving equipment and a small mirror rested at the bottom of the chest, along with a series of small boxes of various shapes and sizes. Romina picked one up at random and opened it. It was the type of spring operated ornate box normally used for woman's jewelry. Inside, resting on a tiny velvet cushion, was a woman's earring, made of gold and fashioned in the shape of a fox.
Suddenly it struck her and her hands began to shake so badly that she had to place the earring on the desk or risk dropping it. It was the mate to her mother's earring, the one she had worn around her neck for so many years! God, this was the proof she had been searching for! There was no longer any doubt. Il Volpe was her father! A rainbow of conflicting emotions ran through her mind and she could not decide whether to laugh or cry. How could she tell him? What should she say?
"I thought so!" came a steady voice from across the room. Romina, startled, looked up to find herself face to face with Il Volpe himself.