'You tourist here?'
'Yes, I am.' Her Italian could have easily surpassed his English, but she wanted to keep the advantage of speaking in her native tongue.
'From England?'
'Yes.'
'This are my friends. Lucca and Antonio. Sorry, my name is Paolo.' His introduction was slow and studied. She smiled at each one. She felt particularly attracted to Lucca, the younger boy with the startling azure eyes.
'And you?'
'I'm Lillian.'
'Sorry, this boys no speak English good.'
'I'm sure that they have other qualities.'
'Yes, of course.'
She fluttered her eyebrow perceptibly and twisted her mouth into a knowing smile.
'You alone here?'
'Yes, all alone.'
'Why a beautiful girl like you all so alone in Rome?'
Oh, he was a terrible cliché. No invention, although invention might be hard in a foreign language. It seemed a set pattern, no spontaneity, but Paolo was handsome. She liked the black T-shirt he wore, the biceps bulging, and the hard curve of his chest.
She thought they must be local boys, unsophisticated. She could imagine them being quite brutal with her and the thought of it made her feel a first impulse of excitement.
'That's a long story...'
And so the conversation continued, the dialogue between Paolo and Lillian. Occasionally Paolo would break off and tell the other two what Lillian had said, as she lied about being an airhostess. It was fun, probably excited them more than if she had told them that she was, as her agent used to quaintly put it, a woman of letters.
They were all mechanics, had their own workshop in the Jewish Quarter. During the day, Paolo had told her, they worked hard, so that at night they could play hard.
One glass of wine followed another. She noticed how Lucca's beautiful eyes seemed to be contrasted with the cruelty in Antonio's. He couldn't seem to hide his greed from her, his eyes lustfully roaming her body, taking in the simple silk turquoise dress, her shapely legs, and the white court shoes. He seemed particularly impressed with the full swell of her breasts and the patch of tanned skin exposed by the neckline of her dress.
They talked about work a lot. She didn't care. She knew that all this was mere preliminary. That it was arousing them, to be sitting talking to a pretty English girl in the Piazza Navone, knowing that they were going to have their way with her.
And Lillian was very aroused as well. It was a feeling like letting go, like giving in. She knew that she had to do nothing. Just to accede to whatever sexual demands they were going to make on her. She hoped they would be hard on her. She wanted more from them than just a quick fuck. She wanted pain. She wanted them to treat her like a toy, like an object. She did not want them merely to take her one by one, a curtain's discretion between each fuck, as she had once heard one Italian say as he boasted about his early loss of virginity.
'You like to see where we work?'
'Yes, I'd love to.'
Their eyes flashed at one another, triumphant smiles flushed their faces. Maybe a woman had never agreed to this. Maybe first the tourist girls asked to be shown around the city a little, to be spoilt by expensive cocktails in Rome's exorbitant nightclubs.
She walked with them back through the dimly lit cobbled streets from where she had come, Paolo walking beside her, Lucca and Antonio walking behind, no doubt enjoying the view of her bottom pushing out the silken material.
Paolo seemed a little lost for words as they walked along together. Either he could not believe his luck, or he thought that Lillian might just as capriciously change her mind as she had agreed to go with them. She could hear the boys chuckling behind her.
They came to a big wooden door, padlocked, with a great metal chain wound around a rusting loop.
'This is where we work,' Paolo announced proudly.
For one fleeting moment she imagined that that was all she was going to see, and that she had completely and absurdly misunderstood the whole preceding conversation. Her heart raced and her face flushed. She realized how much she wanted them. How much she needed them. Her lust pounded inside her chest.
It was a relief to her when Paolo, after struggling with the door, finally opened it and flicked on a switch that didn't work.
'
Stronzo!
' he exclaimed, probably imagining that Lillian had no understanding of even the most rudimentary words.
Lucca spoke in a strong Roman dialect that was very difficult for her to understand, but she certainly heard the Italian word for candle. They had candles. Lucca and Antonio busied themselves fetching candles, while Paolo stared into her eyes, smiling.
'You like?'
It seemed a stupid question. For one thing, workshops carried little aesthetic appeal and for another, with the only light coming in through the opened door, it was difficult to see anything.
Lucca and Antonio returned, each carrying a candlestick with four of five candles on each. It made the whole situation seem even stranger, like some perverse religious ceremony, or as Lillian thought of it, some personal ritual, like a rite of passage for her. It also reminded her of the candlelight from her dream.
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 me 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.