'I'd like to come inside you now, but I have other plans. I'm going to fuck you first, and I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't believe it. And where am I going to fuck you? Not there, you bitch, not where you think. I'm going to fuck you in your tight little bottom. Do you understand?'
As he still had hold of her head she couldn't respond. He let go of her, his hands slowly sliding down her body until they reached her swollen nipples. 'Do you understand?' he said as he tweaked them hard.
'
Si, si capisco
.'
'Pull her down from the table.'
Her stockings were ruined; they had been torn by the rough table. She still lay with her body resting on the workshop table, her breasts pressed against the wood.
'Boys, give her your cocks to play with!'
Lucca and Antonio looked at each other, and then climbed back onto the table so they were kneeling beside each other, pulling their already erect tools from their briefs.
Paolo was ruthless. He slapped her bottom a couple of times, enjoying the crisp sound his hand made on her. He then pushed his cock against the tiny aperture of her anus. Remembering its enormous size, Lillian really did not think Paolo would be able to enter her in that way, and it took Paolo a while until he could slide his cock inside her. It felt like she was totally stuffed by his hot meat, as if it had gone inside the very core of her being, and then the sudden shock as he began to move rhythmically inside her, stretching the inner membrane, so Lillian thought, further than was possible. It was painful, but it was also exhilarating, to have Paolo's hefty cock inside her like that.
There were two other cocks to attend to, as Lucca jabbed his mercilessly inside her mouth. Antonio grabbed her hair, covered his own tool with it, and began to masturbate.
She really thought that she would explode with the amount of pressure Paolo was using to push inside her further and further. He grabbed her bottom in his hands, scratching and squeezing the skin so hard that she imagined he had drawn blood.
Lucca was coming and she knew he would come in her mouth. She had never liked the taste of semen but the way he gripped her head, she knew there was to be no escape. He shot his seed inside her, his jism hitting the back of her throat. He pulled her harder onto him, so that she could feel the salty tang of his seed slipping down her throat. Her eyes closed over the sensation. It felt like Paolo was swelling inside her, and just as Lucca removed his cock Antonio placed his inside her, the taste of Antonio's seed mingling with Lucca's.
She felt a mounting pressure inside her. She knew she was going to orgasm. As Paolo deposited his semen inside her it triggered her own climax. Her body jerked and jolted as Paolo pistoned inside her, feeling the friction of her contracting muscles all the more to enjoy his climax, Lucca shot inside her mouth, holding her head on him as Antonio had done.
Her body jerked and jerked. She felt she had gone further sexually than she had ever gone before. She writhed and writhed in ecstatic delight.
Paolo had reached down between her legs and he was now squeezing her clitoris, causing another centre of erotic pleasure to awaken and prolonging her orgasm.
At first she enjoyed the extra stimulation, but as she reached the summit of her pleasure she wished it to stop.
They would not stop. She orgasmed again, but still Paolo would not stop manipulating her. The other two held her down in their masculine arms so that there was nothing she could do about it. Her orgasm would not stop; the pleasure was reaching the level of excruciating pain. The more she struggled against it the more they held her down. Her body was wracked with pleasure and still they would not stop. Her body was reaching new heights of sexual exhaustion, as she felt the weight of their pleasuring like a new pain - a pain she could never have imagined.
Somehow she managed to release her head from their grasp. She let out an almighty scream and Paolo removed his hand from her.
Anna Bertini eyed her suspiciously. She hadn't wanted to come. She had made that perfectly clear on the telephone.
The idea had come to Lillian that if she could talk to Anna Bertini she might be able to elucidate some more of the darker corners of both Willingham's and Hyde-Lee's life.
She rang Anna Bertini on the mobile phone number Sonia had given her. It appeared from the background noise that she was at some kind of gym.
'Hello, my name is Lillian Simpson. I'm currently writing a biography on Hyde-Lee. I believe you are a friend of his. I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I'm actually in Rome at the moment. I thought that we could possibly meet for an informal chat.'
'How did you get my number?' Anna said haughtily in perfect English.
'Through a friend, actually.'
'And who is your friend?' Anna's imperious tone sounded indignant.
'Well, it's a long story,' Lillian said, not wanting to betray Sonia's confidence.
'Well, I don't like my number being given out to strangers.'
'I can understand, but it was the only way I could contact you.'
'Normally all my appointments are made through my private secretary. I don't give those sort of interviews. I'm sorry, goodbye.'
Anna rang off, much to Lillian's indignation. She didn't like being talked to in such an impolite manner. She rang back almost straight away. Lillian was a resilient and resourceful woman and she was not about to be fobbed off by some Italian soap opera diva.
'I'm sorry to interrupt you again...'
'It's you again. What on earth...?'
'Please, don't hang up. What I say might be very important to you.'
'What did you want again? What was this supposed chat about?'
'Hyde-Lee, the English writer.'
'I'm sorry, but I don't know who on earth you are talking about.'
'I'm afraid you do, Miss Bertini. I was told you were quite an intimate of his.'
'Who told you that?' For the first time in their conversation Lillian detected a slight shakiness in her interlocutor's voice.
'It doesn't matter. What matters is your whole reputation is at stake. If you don't want to talk to me that's fine, but when a book comes out itemising your own sexual practices I wonder whether the type of magazine I saw you in today would be particularly interested.'
'What are you, some type of blackmailer?'
'No, I told you I'm writing a biography about Hyde-Lee, your friend. I really do think we should talk about this.'
'Is this some kind of trick, or game you are playing, Miss, Miss...'
'Simpson. I'm not playing any game, but it is imperative that we meet - at least it is for your sake.'
There was a long hiatus on the other side of the line while Anna Bertini considered what to do. Lillian could hear her breathing, sounding slightly irregular and mildly troubled.
'Do you know the Café Greco?'
'You mean the famous one on the Via Condotti.'
'Yes, that's it. I'll meet you there in an hour.'
Anna had hung up abruptly again.
So that was how she found herself sitting in the ornate Café Greco, the famous nineteenth century café supposedly frequented by the likes of Berlioz, Balzac and Goethe, now more of an expensive tourist trap. She had not understood why Anna would want to meet her in such a public place, but the prices for food and coffee certainly kept many locals away. She had purposely sat in one of the wooden alcoves for extra privacy.
Anna had arrived thirty minutes late. She looked every inch the movie star that she aspired to be: an elegant emerald dress, cut above the knee with a low neckline that showed the top of the separating curve of her fulsome breasts. Her hair was elegantly tied up, revealing the soft nape of her neck. She wore a golden chain around her neck. She looked as if she was more prepared to attend some formal dinner function than to meet somebody for an informal chat.
She had instructed the black-jacketed waiter to lead Anna to the alcove where she sat. Anna nodded faintly as the waiter disappeared from view. It was as much of an introduction as Lillian was going to get. Anna sat down, perched on the edge of her chair looking as if she wanted to vacate it at the earliest possible moment.
'Well, what's all this about then?'
'I told you briefly on the telephone. Maybe you would like to order a coffee first.'
'No, just tell me what you want.'
'I want to talk to you about Hyde-Lee.'
'Jimmy, what do you want to know about Jimmy for?'
'You do know that he's dying.'
'I had heard something. Are you a friend of his or something?'
'No, just a biographer.'
'He's a writer. I believe he writes some very interesting books, but I haven't read them. Writers, as they always seem to be telling me, don't have very interesting lives. What was all this nonsense about sexual practices? I couldn't understand at all.'
'Well, you might not read his books, but you might certainly want to read the one I intend to write about him. I know the truth, Miss Bertini. I know what you did. I heard about Sabrina.'
'Who is Sabrina?'
'The girl you brought to Lord Willingham's house. I know that much about you. I know about Sonia too, his maid.'
'I really don't know what you are talking about.' Her face looked fixed, stone cold, resentful. It looked as if Anna had decided she would try to bluff her way through.
'I have evidence.' Anna was not the only one who could bluff. Lillian had prepared herself for such hostility, for blanket denial.
'What evidence?' She was still trying to bluff, but her face had fallen. She knew now that she was going to have to take Lillian seriously. Both women peered into the eyes of the other.
Anna spoke in a hushed tone. 'What do you want? Money? Is that it, is that your game, all this talk about being a biographer? You are trying to blackmail me, aren't you?' The words tumbled over one another, the Italian accent biting into the pristine English enunciation, her Latin temper breaking through the seemingly nonchalant indifference.
'Calm down, please. I am not out to hurt you. Believe me.'
'Isn't that what all blackmailers say?'
'I'm not a blackmailer. I just want to know the truth.'
'How did you find out about me?'
'That's not important.' Lillian gazed at the beautiful woman, for even though at that moment she was hostile and aggressive, there was something astonishingly attractive about Anna Bertini. 'I only want to know the truth.'
'So you can write some filthy book about people you don't even know?' Anna nervously flicked open a packet of cigarettes and lit one.
'No, I just want to know the truth, that is all, nothing more. Maybe I won't even write a book. This is personal. My father might have been involved in all this a long time ago.'
The confession seemed to ease Anna's hostility a little. A moment passed when neither woman spoke but merely gazed at one another, weighing each other up.
Anna spoke first. 'So you were asked to write Hyde-Lee's biography?'
'Yes, I was...'
'Oh, I'm sure that Jimmy wants a glowing report to go out on.'
'But he didn't ask me.'
Anna continued ignoring what Lillian had said. 'If Jimmy wasn't dying somebody would probably kill him. I am surprised they haven't already.'
'Just because of his sex life?'
'People kill for less, but there is more to Jimmy than sex.'
'What do you mean?'
'How do you think he got so wealthy, through writing books? The man has done some very dangerous deals in some very dangerous areas.'
'You mean with the Mafia?'
'We might be in Italy, Miss Simpson, but there are more connections than just those with the Mafia. This is not one of your police films. I'm sure Jimmy has connections with the Mafia, but he has connections with hundreds of other people too. He's lived a dangerous life. Did he tell you about Bangkok?'
'No.'
'He didn't leave Bangkok to come back and write novels about it. He left Bangkok because if he stayed somebody would have killed him.'
'Who?'
'That I can't say.'
'What can you say?'
'Not much.'
'How did you meet him?'
'Miss Simpson, I am not going to tell you anything. I have said enough already.'
'I'll make a deal with you. Whatever you tell me, I promise I will guard your privacy.'
Anna Bertini considered the proposition. 'How can I believe you?'
'You will just have to trust me.'
'I don't know.'
'I don't have any tape recorder if that was what you were thinking. It is my word against yours.' She had noticed how Anna's eyes had scoured her and her bag as if searching for something.
Anna remained quiet. 'Still...' she eventually said.
'I promise.' Lillian smiled and Anna's eyes suddenly melted. Maybe it was that Anna recognized there was some sexual attraction between the two women. Certainly Lillian could not take her eyes of the Italian beauty, remembering what Sonia had told her about Anna opening her legs to her.
'Okay. I don't like this, but something tells me that you are trustworthy. Perhaps I am just mad.' Anna chuckled to herself. 'But you really mustn't tell.'
'I won't.'
'If things like this get around then there will be trouble for all of us, do you understand?'
'I understand very well.' It was the menacing admixture of warning and threat that Lillian had seen as much in Anna's startling eyes as in her words that sent a shiver through her body.
'So what do you want to know?'
'How did you meet him?'
Anna paused before speaking, weighing up one last time whether she could trust this stranger with such personal stories of her life.
'Well, stereotyped though it might be, we did meet with the assistance of the Mafia, that is for sure. The director of the film I was going to star in was Mafia, the whole production company was Mafia. I was sent to Jimmy to get funding.'
'Hyde-Lee was going to fund your film?'
'No, not him, Willingham, his brother, his partner in crime. Willingham was going to fund the film because he had a lot of money to launder, to wash, and Hyde-Lee was going to write the screenplay. It was perfect, tax breaks everything. The people that I was working for wanted some money. They ran a very high-class protection racket for people like Jimmy and Willingham.'