Chapter 7
"I knew there was something strange about you the day Roberto brought you up here," said the bandit leader, an unusual harsh bitter cruelty in his voice. "On our next meeting, I must congratulate Lieutenant Barzini on the powers of his imagination. It never occurred to me that he would send a policewoman after me."
'"A policewoman?" repeated Romina, a little stupefied.
"And the marvelous scene the two of you acted out just as Roberto happened to be passing by! How could he have resisted the opportunity to save a beautiful naked woman from being raped?"
Oh Christ, thought the trembling frightened girl, he thinks that horrible policeman sent me here as a spy. She had to explain! She had to make him believe her!
"No, no ... you don't understand," she began, but Il Volpe's hand flashed out of nowhere and caught her full on the side of the face. The slap sent her spinning backwards against his bed and her cheek burned with the unexpected pain.
"You will speak when you are spoken to," he informed her brutally. "You have forfeited your right to be treated as an honored guest in my house."
As the hurt subsided, Romina suddenly became aware that she was still wearing only the policeman's torn undershirt and that the garment had fallen high up on her stomach as she sprawled across the bed, revealing to the outlaw's eyes the curling dark triangle of pubic hair covering her naked pussy. She followed his eyes as they dropped to the tantalizing sight of her naked crotch and it suddenly struck her that he too was still under the influence of the sex-stimulating wine from Strappani. In an instant he was at her side, seizing her by the arm and propelling her to the door.
"This is a problem which concerns us all," he muttered angrily. "We'll let the group decide what to do with you."
Still making a vain attempt to stretch the undershirt to cover her vulnerable pubic area, Romina was pushed roughly into the living room. Selenia had fallen asleep on the sperm and sweat soaked mattress, her legs spread apart lewdly and a trickle of unswallowed cum still oozing from the corner of her open mouth. The rest of the bandits jumped up startled as their leader threw Romina onto the floor in their midst.
"Found her searching my room," he explained shortly. "One of Barzini's spies. I've suspected her from the beginning."
"Oh Christ!" exclaimed the bald shoemaker. "Now what do we do with her?"
"Get rid of her," suggested Tullio menacingly, staring angrily at the quivering terrified girl.
"That's right," agreed another man enthusiastically. "She can't leave here alive. She already knows too much about us." All the men in the room were naked except for Il Volpe and Romina felt close to fainting from the combination of fear and the acrid scent of lust, sweat and sperm from their wine drunken bodies. They closed around her.
"Roberto brought her here," Il Volpe stated firmly. "And we should hear what he has to say before we do anything. It's only fair to him!"
While the men discussed her fate, Tullio, the monstrously fat bandit who had been the first to assault Selenia, approached her, grinning obscenely, and seized her arm, his strong brutal fingers causing red marks on her tender skin. He turned her around slowly like a slave master examining a possible purchase.
"No matter what we do with her eventually," he announced, "I can't see any reason not to have a little fun with her in the meantime. I don't think Selenia will mind, do you?" The rest of the men sniggered with a glance at the heavily sleeping Italian girl. "And this little policewoman is something special or old Tullio's eyes are failing him."
Romina looked quickly at Il Volpe, begging him with her eyes not to let this awful thing happen to her but the bandit leader met her beseeching stare for a long minute and then abruptly turned away towards the door.
"Do what you want."
"he consented harshly. "Just remember, someone must relieve Roberto from the guard post tomorrow and you are not to kill her until he returns. I'm going to sleep. Clean her up when you get through with her and bring her to my room in the morning."
With this cruel sentence, Il Volpe spun on his heel and walked out of the room, his mind in a turmoil.
I thought I knew who she was, he said to himself in anguish as he walked down the corridor to his room. The face was almost the same. Her body looked the same. She even smiles like the other one used to smile. What an impossible dream? A crazy idea! If she had been my daughter, she would have said something before now!
He halted in the corridor as a chorus of lusty laughter from the living room reached his ears. Suppose he was wrong? Suppose the mysterious young girl was not a police spy at all but really the product of the love he had shared with the American woman twenty-one years ago, the wife he had loved and been forced to leave? If this were the case, he had just handed his only daughter's body over to the lusts and desires of his own band of criminals!
Il Volpe shook his head to drive away this monstrous suspicion and entered the solitude of his bedroom.
Impossible! Had she been his daughter, she would have spoken up! And why search his room? The incident with the policeman had made him suspicious from the very start. No daughter of his would drink Strappani wine with a policeman. She was a fucking spy and nothing else! He slammed the door savagely behind him and threw himself on the bed. Closing his eyes in a useless attempt to sleep, he saw before him in his mind's eye the sight of her exposed helpless legs and smooth white little belly as he had seen them while shoving her onto this very bed a few minutes before. The bandit leader felt lust growing in his loins, a terrible gnawing confused lust. Images of Romina as his daughter, as the innocent stranger or the cunning policewoman all mixed in his mind and could not be separated. He turned his face to the wall, summoning up all his will power to control his feelings. She was not his daughter! In the morning, when the boys had finished with her, he would fuck her himself till she screamed. When Roberto returned, they would decide what to do and if the group wanted her put out of the way, he would do the job himself with his own pistol!
"So you thought you could pull a fast one on us, did you?" mocked Tullio, now fully in command in the absence of both Il Volpe and Roberto. "What do you say, boys? I think that this undershirt covers up a little too much of what we'd like to see. Take it off, bitch!"
Romina stared helplessly back at the corpulent outlaw, her arms paralyzed by fear and too numb to move. Was this how it was destined to end? To be raped and murdered by a gang of bandits in the mountains of land she didn't even know? How could she save herself? Crying out that she was the daughter of Il Volpe would only make them laugh now. No one, not even the bandit chief himself, would be-likely to believe that story at this stage of the game.
"Not very obedient, Tullio," commented one of the bandits.
"Needs a little convincing," responded the fat man. "Loan me your belt, Mario."
"No!" she cried, as she saw the powerful outlaw, still naked, seize the stout leather belt. Two other men hoisted the slumbering Selenia off the table and dumped her without much ceremony on the steel springs of the bed. Then Romina felt herself grasped by strong hands and stretched out on top of the mattress which was still soaked with cum and the sweat from Selenia's gang-ravished body.
Laying spread-eagled on her stomach, she knew instinctively that pleading for mercy would only make matters worse and she realized that she was totally in their hands now, helpless before whatever brutal torment they chose to inflict upon her. The undershirt was cruelly ripped from her back and the outlaws laughed heartlessly as they viewed her naked unprotected buttocks trembling whitely with fear and raised up like a sacrificial offering to their eyes. The tough, violent men crowded around the table expectantly, prodding and pinching her with their fingers as Tullio cracked the belt experimentally in the air. Beneath him, her slim but voluptuous body glistened with terrorized perspiration as she awaited the blows to come.
"When I'm through with you, little police-girl," Tullio promised, determination and bitterness in his voice, "you're going to beg us to fuck you anyway we want. When you start begging, I'll stop hitting."
The belt came down hard on her naked upturned buttocks sooner and more painfully that she expected and a cry of agony escaped her lips.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!! ! " she wailed, but the blows continued to mark her squirming back and thighs, faster than she could have believed possible. She vowed, even as the pain increased, that she would never submit. They could and probably would rape her mercilessly, but she would never beg them to do it to her!
"Beg!" Tullio commanded harshly, his deep voice echoing across the room.
"Oh, please stop, please..." she implored them.
"Not like that, baby," the fat man growled.
"Beg us to fuck you. Tell us how much you want it."
"No, please," she whimpered piteously. "Don't make me do it!"
"Turn her over, boys, and we'll try the other side," Tullio ordered. Once again, Romina felt powerful hands manipulate her body, turning her roughly over on her back.
"Now spread her legs," Tullio added and two muscular bandits drew her ankles apart, exposing the tender fleshy folds of her hair-lined crotch and the pinkly shining entrance to her tight little cunt. Once more the belt flashed through the air and Romina's scream reverberated through the room, causing even Selenia to stir in her drugged intoxicated sleep. The belt had landed full on the softness of her ripe delicate clitoris, sending a blade of intolerable pain up her spinal column. Whatever else they did to her, Romina knew she could not endure that torture again.
"Oh, I can't stand it..." she cried out, as Tullio flexed his arm for another blow. "Fuck me if you want ... do whatever you want to do to me but don't hit me again."
"Now did I understand you correctly, Signorina?" questioned Tullio, with heavy mockery. "You wish these gentlemen here to shove their thick fat cocks up into that tight little pussy of yours?" As he spoke he whirled the belt high over his head, knowing that her will was broken and wanting to keep the pressure on.
"Yes," she hissed helplessly, her voice barely audible.
"Now some of these honored gentlemen have special tastes. I do trust the American Signorina will not mind if they do some things to her that the young lady's boyfriend back home never thought of?"
"Please, do anything you want, but don't hit me again!" she sobbed in despair as her lovely body was suddenly covered with lewd hands, caressing her full resilient breasts and exploring the soft moist mysteries of the pink-rimmed vaginal opening below her flat smooth stomach.
Tullio positioned himself between her legs, massaging his heavy flaccid cock with his hands as he gazed down at her helplessly spread form.
"Need a little drink first," he muttered and one of the men uncorked a fresh bottle. After pouring about a quarter of it down his throat, the monstrously fat bandit looked down in satisfaction as his cock, barely visible beneath his bulging stomach, responded to the lust-exciting wine and began steadily rising.
"Give me some!" cried Romina impulsively. The wine would make it easier, she knew, and she wanted to be drugged, unconscious if possible, while the gang did its lewd work on her:
Her plea provoked a general chorus of laughter and one of the men held the bottle between her parted lips.
"Drink it all," commanded Tullio sternly. Romina was forced to drink or strangle as the sexually-stimulating fluid came bubbling out of the bottle and she choked and gagged as it poured slowly down her throat. Only when the bottle was empty did they remove it from her lips and she began immediately to feel the now-familiar sensation of warmth in her stomach and loins.
"Take a look at this," bellowed Tullio in triumph and Romina struggled to focus her glazed eyes on the long menacing instrument he was holding between his pudgy fingers. Without waiting for her verdict, he climbed up on the table with surprising agility and fell with his full weight on top of her outstretched body;
She moaned helplessly as she felt the hardness of his penis pressing forcefully against the soft tender flesh of her thighs. The fat man inched forward, moving his now fully hardened cock closer to its goal. She tried to tighten the fragile muscles surrounding her pink cuntal slit, but his weight was crushing the breath from her body and she felt her arms and legs go limp. There was nothing left for her now but surrender. Tullio poised himself for the final attack, grinning lasciviously at the naked foreign girl who was now completely in his power. He knew perfectly well that she found him repulsive and he vowed silently to make her like his fucking whether she wanted to or not.
The black-haired girl groaned as she felt the increased pressure of his long thick cock against the warm, fearfully trembling folds of her cunt.
Suddenly the groan turned into a gasp of pain as the ragged wet edges of her vagina suddenly yielded before the insistent probings of the rounded tip of his hardened rod. And then it was Tullio's turn to groan. The fat man had known his share of women in his long criminal career, but he had never felt anything remotely like this before. The wet grasping walls of her tight young vagina, already stimulated and throbbing into life by the fast-acting wine, gripped his muscular fleshy member like a greased, foam rubber vise and he surged into her with renewed strength, feeling the moist interior walls of her cunt give way before the attack.
The helplessly impaled girl writhed piteously beneath him, the pain he was causing in her almost-unused loins spreading like fire up into her stomach. But her useless struggles only served to excite him more and the tightening of her vaginal muscles on his huge, lustfully pulsating cock caused it to expand even more until her belly felt as if it were stretched to the point of no return.
As the corpulent bandit began fucking into her with long firm strokes, Romina felt other hands roaming over her defenseless body. Her breasts were being pinched and kneaded by someone whose face she could not see, bringing both of her tiny brown buds involuntarily into a state of hardness. Another hand insinuated itself forcibly under her buttocks and she felt the author of this new aggression run his finger lightly over the exposed lips of her tiny rectum.
"Hey, we can't wait, Tullio!" cried one of the men. "You take too damn long!"
"Turn her on her side, Tullio." advised another. "We'll stay out of your way."
"Wait till you're my age," grumbled the fat man, panting with exertion, but he obediently rolled over on his side, never losing a stroke and exposing Romina's soft, well-rounded buttocks to the man who wanted them
A scream broke from her lips as she felt her tight unused little anus being probed lewdly at by someone's thick middle finger.
"No, no, not that," she begged. "Aaaaggghhh!! ! "
Scorning the futile resistance offered by her tightly contracted little ass-hole, the unseen man's brutal finger suddenly slipped into it, and on into the warm interior of her body, cruelly stretching her vainly clenched rectal passage as she had never believed possible. She tried to hold her thighs perfectly still to minimize the pain, but the insistent thrusting of Tullio's savage loins forced her body back onto the twisting, circling finger.
The pain was excruciating and she felt her ass-hole being slowly but surely widened so much that it seemed unlikely ever to return to its original size and shape. The pain in her cruelly stretched vagina was lessening now, because the fluids from her body were beginning to flood into the burning passage as the lust-inspiring wine had its inevitable effect.
The finger wormed even harder up into her tormented rectum and was joined by a second and a third as her nether passage slowly yielded to this relentless assault. Then suddenly the fingers withdrew and she enjoyed a moment of comfort. Her mind, now totally confused by the maddening wine, relaxed for a few seconds. It's not so bad being fucked from the front, she thought vaguely, but from behind it hurts too much.
But the reprieve was only temporary. Once again she sensed harsh hands drawing the soft white moons of her buttocks cruelly apart and then came the horrifying feeling of a man's thick extended penis pressing against the tight restricting ring of her anal flesh.
A scream of real agony broke forth from the temporarily-demented girl's lips as her tiny pre-stretched anus yielded before this overwhelming pressure and the man's rubbery hardened cock plunged mercilessly up into her bowels in one long smooth stroke. Her buttocks jerked and writhed in desperation but the two men pinned her neatly between them and with each futile movement of the young woman's body, the thick unrepentant cock glided a few more inches into the warmly yielding cavern of her ass.
Working like a team, Tullio and the unidentified bandit synchronized their thrusts, battering her naked young body back and forth between them like a rag doll, only a thin wall of fleshy membrane separating the two plunging ravaging poles.
"Christ, she's tight in the ass," grunted the unseen man who was fucking jerkily into her tortured rectum. From Romina's throat there came a low tormented whine as the two thick cudgels skewered into her back and front. The two bandits began to pick up the tempo as her twin passages gradually adjusted to this double invasion and the natural juices of her body started to flow and lubricate both hotly clenching channels.
While her body was being torn violently by this lewd double rape, Romina's mind felt as if it were coming apart at the seams. Her eyes refused to focus properly because of the wine and the ill-treatment to which she was being subjected and she could no longer control the direction of her thoughts. She was barely conscious of the fact that the pain in her loins was almost gone and aware of a new and more disturbing feeling which was slowly and gradually taking its place.
Her body, in spite of her fear and revulsion, was beginning to lewdly react!
With what was left of her capacity for clear thought, the girl knew perfectly well that she was being brutally raped, in fact, fucked half to death, by two common outlaws who might tomorrow put a pistol to her head and blow her brains out.
But now, somehow, nothing seemed to matter, nothing but the magic overpowering sexual sensations rushing through her tortured bruised body...
Feeling the change come over her, the two men re-doubled their efforts as Romina let herself go, her smooth round buttocks undulating hungrily and lasciviously in tiny answering circles. Her groans became more insistent and she dug her nails into Tuliio's broad back, trying to spread her milk-white young thighs even further apart and draw him even deeper into the tenderness of her throbbing vagina. Everything was forgotten now: the torn undershirt on the floor, the humiliation of being fucked back and front in the presence of a roomful of lustfully jeering men, the unknown fate which awaited her in the morning. All that counted for Romina now was the hot searing sensation in her rectum as the unknown man's hard, blood-filled penis stabbed ruthlessly in and out of her bowels and the pressure of Tuliio's heavily tunneling hardness against her now-hardened cervix, deep inside of her where no man had ever touched her before.
With a shock, she realized in the back of her wine-clouded head that she really wanted to be fucked like this! She wanted them to do everything to her that they had done to Selenia and more! And inexperienced as she was, Romina knew that she was approaching orgasm and the two men had to struggle to hold her wildly-jerking body down.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck into me harder," she screamed as the greedy moist walls of her cuntal passage clasped the fleshy battering ram which was pummeling her from the front. At the same time, her rectal entry contracted fiercely against the invading penis it contained. Her head lashed back and forth, savagely, her eyes clenched and her mouth open. The muscles on her neck stood out like cords and her smooth soft tummy hardened with the approaching spasm of climax.
"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!" she groaned, as an obscenely building wave of indescribable pleasure swept outward from her burning loins, spreading inexorably through her milk-white thighs and up into her heaving swollen breasts. Gushes of fresh, youthful smelling orgiastic fluid poured out of her body past Tullio's hard plunging cock and mixed with the accumulated sweat of three laboring bodies before trickling down her legs in tiny heated rivulets. The unusual force of her orgasm brought both men closer to the end and as Romina screamed out the fury of her own climax, she could feel Tullio's powerfully plunging cock beginning to jerk up inside her wide-stretched cunt.
The bandit crushed his lips tightly against her bruised mouth, a long low groan emanating from his throat as he began spurting his hot angry sperm mercilessly into her twisting writhing groin. She could feel it stream into her in great unending torrents and his once-enormous cock seemed to deflate like a pricked balloon as each wave of cum gushed out of him. As Tullio collapsed, his head nestled between her ripe heaving breasts, Romina felt the other man, whose face she had never seen, began to cum deep up in her over filled bowels.
Digging his fingers painfully into her thighs, the unknown bandit plunged into her hotly clenching rectum as far as his hardness would reach, but Romina now welcomed the hurt and the impalement and lewd, wicked pleasure flooded through her wine-destroyed mind as she felt the second load of masculine cum pouring sodomistically into her gratefully accepting anal passage.
In another minute, both men had pulled their now-deflated cocks free of her battered sweat-covered body, and Romina lay alone on the sodden mattress, her legs spread wide apart and her naked sperm-soaked vagina open and gaping at the room. Her mind was now completely out of control, as a result of the aphrodisiac wine, and she lay idly staring at the ceiling. Another man dropped himself heavily between her wide splayed legs and she found herself lifting her loins invitingly, now wanting them all to fuck her, one after another, any way they wanted, so long as her humiliation and degradation was complete. One of the bandits placed a fresh bottle of the conscience-destroying wine to her lips and she gulped it down eagerly, wanting total oblivion and madness. The men followed one another quickly, each making his offering before the altar of her hungry cunt, but their faces and bodies and cocks all blended into one. From time to time, her body would begin to react of its own accord, and she would groan her way into another orgasm, but she was long past keeping count. Once she thought it was Il Volpe himself-her own father-that she held in her arms, but when she focused her eyes, an irrational joy in her heart, she saw that it was only Tullio again and she let her head drop back on the mattress in disappointment. In the early hours of the morning, as the bandits were coming back for seconds and thirds, unconsciousness finally claimed her and she slept, unmindful of what they did to her sperm flooded body or what fate awaited her at dawn.