Chapter 8
Il Volpe awoke early, just as the sun was rising, and as usual he was fully conscious and ready for action the moment his eyelids were open. Without bothering to dress, he strode to the kitchen and prepared himself his obligatory cup of morning coffee. This was normally Selenia's task, but he reasoned that the young Italian girl had been through a rougher-than-usual night and he decided not to disturb her.
Standing naked in the kitchen drinking the thick bitter espresso coffee, Il Volpe took several deep breaths, feeling good and also feeling exceptionally mean. In an hour or so, Roberto would be coming back from guard duty and they would decide what to do with the girl, but in the meantime he had his own plans for her.
This woman had done him wrong and he meant to have his revenge! She had come up here without being invited, insinuating herself into his group and relying on the ancient Sicilian tradition of hospitality to protect her from harm. She had roused in him again the wildest of his old hopes and ancient dreams, the insane desire to see his daughter. Worse than that, she had made him half-fall in love with her!
And then she turned out to be a police spy! Not his daughter. Not even a lover. But a spy. And by God she would pay for it! He would humiliate her the way no woman had ever been humiliated before!
With a roar of sudden rage, the bandit chief sent his coffee cup sailing into the wall and stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room. His heartbeat increased as he saw Romina's figure on the mattress, naked, bruised, battered and asleep. Some of the other bandits had crawled off to their own beds after the orgy but Tullio was snoring away beneath the bed, his over-worked, flaccid penis hanging limply between his fat legs.
"Tullio!" Il Volpe roared and the corpulent outlaw sprang to his feet with amazing speed, his reflexes conditioned by his lengthy criminal career. "I told you to have that woman in my bedroom at daybreak! Must I do everything myself?"
"Sorry, boss," the fat bandit mumbled apologetically. Without a second's hesitation, he slid his powerful hands beneath Romina's slumbering body and lifted her into the air without the slightest sign of exertion, carrying her roughly down the corridor to his leader's bedroom.
Romina was wide awake by the time she found herself being dropped nakedly onto Il Volpe's bed and her eyes popped open in time to see the two men, both perfectly naked, standing before her.
"Well, how was she, Tullio?" asked the master criminal, hatred in his voice. "Did you and the boys soften her up for me?"
"You bet we did, Signore," responded his subordinate respectfully. "We needed the belt at first to teach her a little obedience but once she warmed up, we had quite a time with her. A real hot little bitch of a policewoman, Sir!"
Romina, not knowing quite what was expected of her, rose from the bed, smoothing her hair with her hands and suddenly becoming conscious that she was standing stark naked in front of the man she now knew to be her father.
"On your knees, bitch!" he spat out, looking at her with bitterness and disdain. The bandit leader squared his shoulders, as if settling his mind on something for once and for always, and walked menacingly toward her.
Romina, startled at the harshness of his command, sank to her knees immediately, bewildered and desperately searching her mind for some way of explaining herself. She was about to cry, "I'm your daughter!" when Il Volpe stepped deliberately up to where she was kneeling, his magnificent penis swaying only inches from her parted lips.
Then she understood what was required of her and something incredibly perverse deep inside her made her bite off the words before they could escape from her mouth. There was clearly another dimension to her feelings about Il Volpe, she realized. He was not only her father.
He was a man, a tall muscular handsome man who was about to use her in a way which not even the bandit gang the night before had dared do.
The idea filled her with emotion and she stooped her shoulders from shaking with an effort. His massive cock, there before her eyes, was filling with blood, becoming rigid and hard, standing out of his brown clump of pubic hair like the mast of a schooner. Her father was going to defile her mouth with that unforgiving instrument and the idea filled her with revulsion.
And with desire!
As she leaned toward him hesitantly, she felt his fingers curling in her long black hair, pulling her face closer to his already hardened cock.
"Suck it in your mouth, spy!" came his command from above her and she quickly lifted her hands to his rigid flesh, pushing back the foreskin and exposing the giant, smooth-skinned head. She could hear Tullio, who was watching this depraved scene, chortling with obscene glee and somewhere in the back of her head, she resented his being there and observing this. Despite the fact that the fat outlaw had fucked her and cum up inside her any number of times the night before, she insanely felt that what was about to happen was a kind of father-daughter affair and that non-members of the family should not be present.
Now she felt the acrid but not unpleasant taste of his cock against her lips and she glanced down at the length of him. He was bigger than any of the men she had seen thus far, at least nine inches long and nearly as big around as the handle of a baseball bat.
She hesitated again, a little repelled at the idea of her mouth being misused in this fashion. With this same penis, twenty-two years ago, Il Volpe had fucked her mother and the seed that had given her life had come out of this tiny slit in the bulbous blood-swollen tip. She reached out experimentally with her tongue to gather the tiny droplets of fluid oozing from the fleshy folds of his foreskin and as she parted her lips, Il Volpe moved deliberately forward, pressuring his thick hardness deeper into the saliva-wetness of her open, half-willing mouth. She could feel the giant pulsating gland at the end of his powerful cock gliding along the smoothness of her tongue. The taste was masculine and pungent and she closed her lips tightly around him as his hips began a slow undulating motion.
As her jaw began to work, the thick cock began to slide in and out of her mouth, making wet obscene smacking sounds with each stroke.
Alright, she told herself, if I'm going to do this, I might as well do it right. Il Volpe thinks he's humiliating me and he's correct, but I'm going to suck him like he's never been sucked before. He'll remember this the rest of his life or I'll die trying! Let him shoot it into me, let him cum in my throat. I want it!
And she began to suck him in earnest, trying to draw every drop of sperm out of him and into her, moving her head up and down over his muscular throbbing penis, her movements in perfect time with the increasingly rapid thrusts of his hips. She felt the juices in her empty vagina begin to flow and erotic fantasies danced through her head until she wondered if she were still being affected by the aphrodisiac wine she had been force-fed the night before.
Gradually the pace of Il Volpe's strokes quickened and he fucked in and out of her gurgling mouth like a madman, ramming his fleshy member deeper and deeper into the back of her pliant mouth.
Oh cum, cum, cum, she pleaded in her mind as she gagged whenever he penetrated too far into her throat. Cum into my mouth and fill me with it!
Il Volpe's hands left her hair, sliding down to her cheeks and pressuring them tightly to his cockhead inside as he slammed into her like a smoothly working piston. She knew he was close and worked to heighten the pressure of her lips on him, to make it better for him when he would finally empty his heated white cum deep into the back of her mouth.
Then she heard a long low groan from high above her. His cock seemed to double in size and then discharge like a pistol, flooding thin hard jets of cum far back against her desperately working tonsils while tiny grunts and moans of intense pleasure rumbled in her throat.
She clasped her lips tightly around his jerking instrument, trying not to lose a single drop of the precious fluid from which she came and swallowed it greedily, the muscles in her throat standing out prominently as she choked it down.
"Now lick me clean," came the stern order from above.
Shivering with the emotion produced by the shocking experience she had just been through, Romina made haste to comply with his command and began twisting her tongue around the slowly deflating object she held in her hands, swallowing the last remnants of his cum as she slavered obediently over him. Pulling the foreskin as far back as it would go, she was particularly careful with the tip of his penis, sucking it repeatedly back into her mouth while she cupped his heavy testicles softly in her hands.
However, instead of completing the usual process of deflation, Il Volpe's rubbery cock slowly began to react to her licking, gradually becoming rigid and stiff once again.
"Did you take her from behind last night?" she heard her father inquire casually as she held him tenderly in her hands, waiting for instructions.
"Mario did, but he said that she was tight as hell. And Mario's not really that big, although he wouldn't like to hear me say it. I'd never fit and you, Signore, would split her right up the seams."
"Do you think so?" responded Il Volpe, his voice calm and philosophical, as if they were discussing some normal everyday problem. "Better stick around. I may need some help in holding her down if she's really that tight. Let's get her up on the bed."
Before she could protest this obscene tortuous suggestion, Romina found herself hoisted bodily onto Il Volpe's large soft bed and sent sprawling on her hands and knees.
"Please, no ... don't..." she began to plead, but Il Volpe cut her off with a sharp remark to his subordinate..
"We may need the belt again, Tullio. I don't like noisy women!"
Romina bit her lip and fell silent. Her own, unknowing father was going to sodomize her, there was no doubt of it now. And they had said that the man who had done it last night was little: Il Volpe would kill her if he tried to make love to her rectum! The act was a physical impossibility!
But there was no question of resistance, since Tullio had positioned himself near her head and was forcing her shoulders down on the bed, his meaty muscular fingers making red marks on the soft bare flesh of her arms. And the mention of the belt was enough to make her obey their order to be silent. She remembered the whipping she had received the night before and had no desire for a repeat performance.
"On your knees, bitch, and lift your ass in the air!" she heard Il Volpe command harshly and although she felt humiliated and ridiculous, she obediently pulled her knees under her and raised her buttocks behind her.
"Looks tight," the bandit chief commented and she could feel his finger experimentally probing the opening to her still slightly stretched rectum. She tried desperately to contract the tiny elastic ring which circled the entrance to her anus, but the finger's superior strength conquered her resistance and slipped up inside the smooth, hairless little opening to the first knuckle.
Romina was surprised that the pain was not worse than it was, apparently since she was still somewhat stretched from the previous night. The real hurting began when a second finger joined the first and tears of pain and abject humiliation came flooding to her eyes. She had been raped and hurt before, yes, by the lieutenant a week ago, and by the other bandits last night, but this was altogether different. Now the man who was hurting and humiliating her was her own father and he didn't even know it!
She could feel his wiry forceful hands on her smooth moon-like buttocks, drawing them inexorably apart and inserting his thumbs in the moist crevice until she could feel the cool morning air penetrating into the sanctuary of her bowels.
She would never survive this, she told herself. She could never again stand upright and look the world in the face after undergoing this subjugation and shame. If the act itself did not kill her, the disgrace surely would. She tried to wiggle away from him in despair, but the tantalizing movements of her nakedly spread young buttocks only served to excite him more and she felt his massive cock pressing heatedly at the door to her rectum, demanding entrance. The penis so wide what it had barely fit into her wide-stretched mouth was now about to be thrust ruthlessly into her ass-hole! She began to struggle desperately.
"Hold onto her while I get in!" Il Volpe snapped angrily and the pressure of Tuliio's hands increased. She could feel her father's fingernails digging into her thighs as he worked fiercely to force his way into her upturned rectum.
Her tiny elastic anus resisted until it could resist no longer and then surrendered to the overwhelming pressure of his blunt hardened penis. It popped suddenly up into the barrier of her tightly resisting anal muscle and her scream reverberated throughout the cottage!
"Oooooh God! Don't split me! Please don't split meeeeee!"
But her useless groans and cries only seemed to stimulate the sex-maddened outlaw. The steady inexorable advance of his rigid genital organ shot ever-renewed waves of pain through her body, stretching the fibrous membranes of her rectum beyond the point of no return. Now she held perfectly still as he wormed his way deeper and deeper into the softly yielding depths of her body, hoping to minimize the pain, trying futilely to relax her ass muscles the way a patient tries to relax when receiving an injection. Her backside felt overwhelmed, filled, stuffed, as if she had suddenly been impaled on the stump of a tree.
Il Volpe was panting with the exertion of forcing his hardened penis into this tight resisting opening, but he knew that her will to oppose him had been effectively broken. He gathered his resources for the final push and, taking a firm grip on her loins, thrusting himself violently forward, impaling the trembling girl completely and burying himself to the hilt.
Romina had never felt so dirtied in her life as she trembled in the debasing kneeling posture before him, her buttocks waving high in the air and her breasts and face pressed tightly against the mattress. Il Volpe, moving at first with difficulty, began thrusting slowly in and out between the full, quivering moons of her ass-cheeks, his thick cock making a depraved smacking sound each time he withdrew it almost to the tip and then plunged forward again.
Her tiny, badly stretched rectum clung to his impaling rod like a rubber glove, but she gratefully realized that the pain was gradually lessening with each stroke as the natural juices from her body began to lubricate her burning passage.
She could hear him grunt and groan with pleasure as he fucked ruthlessly into her and a new determination suddenly started swelling within her.
Alright, he had wanted her to suck and she was sure that she had sucked him like no other woman in the world. Now he was fucking her into her ass and she would fuck back at him. If it was sodomy he wanted, sodomy he would get and she swore that this would be the greatest ass-fuck of his life. She was glad Tullio was there to witness it and only wished that the others could watch as well. She wanted the humiliation, the degradation, and the subjugation they were forcing on her and she would show them that she too, could wallow in the depths of sensual depravity as far they, and further. There was nothing she would not do!
As the tempo of her father's fucking into her nakedly raised buttocks picked up, Romina began to screw them punishingly back into his loins, trying to increase the pleasure for him. She was nothing more than a sex-slave now, willing to do whatever they asked of her. She was completely in their power and she reveled in the thought of her total self-abandonment. She swung her buttocks in 'ever-widening circles, meeting each of his sensual thrusts with a counter-thrust and her head began to lash back and forth between Tuliio's knees.
The fat man, seeing that her reservoir of resistance was drained, released his iron grip on her arms to allow her to squirm and writhe freely and she wrapped her arms as far as they would go around his massive waist in order to use his body as leverage.
Tullio, who had never been given time to cover his nakedness, looked at his boss in surprise as the girl's body began to respond to this brutal sodomy, a thing neither one of them had ever expected, and then transferred his attention to what was taking place between his legs. Il Volpe's violent fucking had driven the girl steadily forward into the fat man's groin. His thick weighty cock, despite the demands placed on it the night before, reacted to the friction generated by her cheeks and he gaped in amazement as the mysterious American girl suddenly twisted between his thighs and ovaling her mouth wide sucked his slowly rising penis between the heated moisture of her lips.
Tuliio's first reaction was fear, lest Il Volpe think he was trying to interfere, but the bandit leader saw immediately what was happening and simply laughed.
"She's on her way, old friend," he jested obscenely. "Careful she doesn't bite it off when I shoot into her!"
Infected by the fantastic sensuality of the scene, Il Volpe arched his arm around the girl's desperately struggling hips and groped below her rhythmically pumping belly for her vacant unused cunt. Slipping his fingers through the thin moist curls of pussy hair, he spread the red pulsating lips of her open vagina and located the hard ripe little bud of her clitoris.
Both men knew now that there was no rebellion left in the innocent young woman they were impaling from both ends and the two outlaws fucked into her jubilantly while Il Volpe manipulated her tiny throbbing clitoris with his fingers. Romina slavered over Tullio's huge, lust hardened cock as if she were a starving child with a candy bar, simultaneously churning her frantic rectal passage hotly back into the powerfully driving loins of her father.
She wanted it now and she wanted it badly, groaning and grunting with increased passion. The two men sensed that she was with them now, sharing the obscenity of their act rather than merely submitting to it. As her body bucked and heaved, the handsome bandit and the other man fucked into her with renewed energy, Tullio's thrusting hardness penetrating deep into the back of her throat and brushing hard against her tonsils.
The pain was gone everywhere from her body and by now she had acquired enough experience to know what was happening to her when her orgasm gathered like a storm on the horizon and then soared through her body leaving no part unthrilled by pervasive torrents of pleasure.
She clamped down fiercely on her rectum as the spasm reached her bowels and as the seizure took effect, she could hear her father groaning while his own orgasm swept over him and the hot thick cum poured in never-ending waves into the depths of her voraciously absorbing anal passage, filling her to the bursting point with the warm sticky wetness. At the same moment, Tullio, over-stimulated by the extraordinary sensuality of the situation, began pumping in thin powerful spurts, his white viscous cum far into the back of her throat. She sucked him furiously, even while her own ecstatic orgasm was raging hotly through her body, trying to draw the last drop of the lust-inciting fluid from his pulsating cock.
As their simultaneous bursts of intensive pleasure passed, the three of them collapsed on the bed, exhausted and drained, and the only noise was the sound of Romina's throat as she persistently swallowed the last of Tuliio's heavily discharged sperm. For a long time, no one spoke and Romina closed her eyes, utterly satisfied and totally exhausted.
And then the shooting started.