'No, master.'
'Let's imagine you manage to get out of here, and there will be plenty of opportunities because we are now prepared to trust you, but if you do escape, you will not escape for very long. And do you know why that is?'
'No, master.'
'You have read about the Order of Janus?'
'Yes, master.'
'You know that we are a powerful organisation?'
'Yes, master.'
'Well, even if I am arrested and sent to prison, it will be the duty of the organisation to find you, and we exist all over the world. Members of the organisation are required to do this. It is not an idle threat. And do you know what instruction I have given the members if they should find you?'
'No, master.'
'You are to be captured, taken to a place, locked up and hooded for the rest of your life. Do you understand that, Lillian, for the rest of your life?'
'Yes, master.'
'So I want you to promise now,' the bullying Willingham said, 'that you will do exactly as you are told, that you will not try to escape and that you will serve your master in whatever way he requires.'
'Yes, master.' It seemed the most normal thing in the world for Lillian to consent to such a preposterous agreement. Willingham had frightened her so much and she knew how easy it would be for him to return her to the dreaded darkness.
'Now to show your goodwill in this matter I want you to go and bring that dining chair over here and kneel on it so that I can thrash you. This is a test for you, Lillian. If you fail then you know the consequences.'
'Yes, master.' A thrashing was now nothing to Lillian. She wasn't free, but she felt free. She happily went and knelt on the chair, pushing out her rump an extra inch, offering it for the extra delectation of Willingham. Something inside her desperately wanted to please him for unchaining her and allowing her the degree of liberty he had. He had said it was a test, and she was so frightened that if she failed she would be sent back into the darkness.
'Now lift up your skirt and pull your panties down.'
Lillian happily obliged. Even if she was going to be punished, at least she was now allowed to remove her own panties, in fact now she was actually allowed to wear her own panties.
Willingham brought the cane down on her much harder than he normally did. Her body jolted against the shock of the blow. She wanted to vent the pain by shouting out but remembered just in time not to. However much it hurt she must not make a sound, she must at all costs pass the test and every other test they gave her.
'Are you enjoying this, Lillian?'
'Yes, master,' she said enthusiastically. And in a strange way, she was enjoying it; the lash cracked against her skin with such force, but she knew it was making her sex lips very moist. It was only a slight movement of her hand but she wanted to touch herself, but instantly she knew that if she did this Willingham would be angry with her.
Another lash as hard as the first.
'Do you want me to lash you again?'
'Yes, master, please master, much harder, master.'
She could not believe that first day. She was permitted to walk around the house at will. They had even, although it was under the careful eye of Everton, let Sonia oil her bottom after Willingham had thrashed her, and even though the two women were not permitted to speak to one another, it was nice to feel Sonia's gentle hands on her again.
Lillian was just so happy not to have to wear those chains again. She spent the whole day in a state of near ecstasy. She was even permitted to go into the garden. She saw the ponytailed man there, who had escorted her around the house and into the garden and made her lie on the gravel. She kept well out of his way, not knowing what instructions Willingham might have given him, but still it was so beautiful to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and to hear birds and smell newly cut grass. She also found out the date from the newspaper, and it was such a delight to watch the sun in the sky and to guess what time of day it was.
Later in the afternoon, after she had feasted on one of Sonia's spaghetti dishes, she was called back into Willingham's study.
'How are you enjoying your new freedom, Lillian?'
'Very much, master.'
'Would there be a way that you can show me, your master, how grateful you are?'
'Yes, master.'
She knelt between his legs as he unzipped himself and she took his sturdy cock into her mouth, sucking him avidly, furling her tongue-tip around his swollen helmet, and then flattening her tongue over his extending shaft. She took his balls deep into her mouth and sucked them, before bobbing up and down on him. When he exploded she gratefully swallowed every drop.
For Lillian
was
grateful and sucking on Willingham's cock didn't seem to be the disgusting task it had when forced to do it before.
Somewhere at the back of her mind she knew that these people had incarcerated her against her will, that they had tortured her and abused her in the most intimate way, but she was so grateful to them for having let her have this modicum of freedom that it overwhelmed all previous animosity towards them. It was obvious that she had no option but to do what they told her, and to always do it. The thought of somebody else coming and locking her away in the darkness was so unbearable.
She had listened very attentively to Willingham when he had told her what would happen to her if she escaped, and had absolutely no intention of running away. Not only because she feared the consequences, but after such deprivation her mind had confused his manipulation of her with gratitude. She also remembered what Sonia had told her about being a natural submissive. She accepted it as true, as her fate. Also, the dream had not returned, possibly because what she had lived through had been so much more painful that it now seemed tepid compared to her life experience.
As she had knelt before her master, for now she did consider Willingham to be that, she had begun to relish the pain the cane caused her, her mind clung to it tenaciously, it somehow connected with her sense of liberation, the extremity of the pain mingling with the bright sensation of her newly won freedom. Also in her manipulated mind she believed that she had won whatever freedom she had now gained, precisely by being obedient. So she now had no intention of being disobedient. She would aim to please her master, now that particular struggle was over, as best she could.
After Willingham had zipped himself up, he called Everton into the room.
'And now, dear, as you have pleased me, so Mr Everton here is going to please you.'
The thought excited her very much.
Everton approached her, turned her around, and brutally pushed her down onto the desk. He already had an erection. There were to be no preliminaries. He thrust inside her and rode her at a steady pace, holding her head down as he pushed further inside her. Lillian actually liked the way her head was thrust so violently on the desk. Sexual pleasure had now confused with pain in her mind and the only way she could achieve sexual satisfaction was if there was some kind of pain involved.
Willingham watched the scene gratifyingly, congratulating himself on his success with the girl. It had been a challenge, but now what lay before him, or rather before Everton, was one of the most submissive women he had ever seen. Willingham realised with relish that there was nothing he couldn't do with this girl.
'How would you like it, dear, if Mr Everton was to go up your back passage?'
'Oh yes, master,' she moaned, thinking how hard his stiff cock would be in her tight little hole.
Everton duly obliged, first sliding a slimed finger inside her, before inserting his large manhood. It was so hard and warm inside her. He was thrusting so deep that it was not long before she felt herself reaching an orgasm. Willingham helped her by tweaking her nipples hard.
But obviously they weren't going to let her have an orgasm. She knew that instinctively. Everton removed his twitching cock and then stuffed it into her mouth. She made sure that she did not let a drop of it escape.
It had become such a glorious day. They were even going to let her enjoy sex.
The next day she was ushered into Grimaldi's office by Everton and Willingham. Grimaldi's immediate superior was also there, but Lillian had been told exactly what to say. How she had gone to Naples for a few days, accidentally fell down some steps, banged her head and lost her memory. She had stayed in a number of different places, then realising who she was had returned to Forte Dei Marmi. It was perhaps a preposterous story, but Grimaldi's superior was just glad to have the whole thing cleared up so he could use his officers for other things.
Grimaldi looked at her greedily. 'I think, miss, you had better come to my office to make your statement in full.'
Lillian, accompanied by Lord Willingham, was led into Grimaldi's small office. He locked the door behind him. Willingham handed Grimaldi the prewritten statement that detailed Lillian's fictitious stay in Naples.
'Are you going to keep her in custody, Mr Grimaldi, as we discussed?'
'I think that would be a splendid idea,' Grimaldi said, laughing, 'but only for one night. That should be long enough for her, don't you think?'
Lillian knew that in the current situation she was not permitted to speak. She didn't understand anything. Why should they want to keep her in custody? She hadn't done anything wrong.
'Oh, I think so,' Willingham smiled.
'We have a couple of felons she can share a cell with. They haven't seen a pretty woman for a long time...'
What was she going to have to do? It was one thing to be in Willingham's house serving him, but it would be another to be stuck in some horrible Italian jail with convicts!
'And some of the guards get bored down there, so it will give them something to do.'
'I think it will be a good lesson for Lillian. It will teach her what might happen if she ever steps out of line.'
Willingham handed another money-stuffed envelope to Grimaldi.
'Thank you very much, sir. Would you like to collect her tomorrow? I'm sure she will be very happy to see you by then.'
'I think so, either tomorrow or next week some time. It depends how well she takes her punishment.'
'Would you mind if I take another look at her? I did so enjoy it last time.'
'Be my guest. Lillian, would you lie on the table for Inspector Grimaldi?'
Lillian remembered the last time she'd had to pleasure the gross Grimaldi. She looked over at Willingham, and knowing she could not refuse her master, climbed up onto the table, lying prone.
Grimaldi's hands roamed her body, slipped down her back, and rested on her bottom. His hands were moist with sweat. Lillian was wearing sheer silk stockings and lacy black panties. Grimaldi tugged up her skirt and gazed at her lace-clad bottom.
'I think, Inspector Grimaldi, if you wanted to castigate the girl a little now, it might help to get her in the mood for later on.' Willingham said, smiling at the policeman. Both men were standing over Lillian, who was staring vacantly at the wall.
It was one thing to be punished by Lord Willingham, or Everton for that matter. But it was another thing to have this awful man do it. Her fear about what would happen later in the prison cell was overtaken by the more imminent preoccupation with what Grimaldi might do to her this time.
'I think that might be quite agreeable for all parties concerned.'
'Lillian, do you think you might enjoy a good spanking by Inspector Grimaldi?'
'I don't know, Master.'
'Well that is an honest enough answer. I suppose the only way to find out is to give the girl a good pasting. Anyway, Inspector Grimaldi, I'll pick her up when it is convenient. You can keep her for as long as you want.'
Lillian wanted to protest. Lord Willingham had only said a day at first and now he seemed to be saying it was going to be much longer. But she knew that she couldn't disobey him. If she did then he might leave her in the prison forever, or worse, he might take her back and chain her to the bed and stick that terrible hood on her again.
'Right, Lillian, if you'll just lie across Inspector Grimaldi's lap.'
Lillian reluctantly got up from the table and lay over Grimaldi's fat thighs. She could feel his thick cock pushing against her midriff.
'Good day, Inspector Grimaldi.'
'Good day, Lord Willingham.'
As Lord Willingham exited, Grimaldi tugged up Lillian's short skirt and prodded his fingers into her bum crack through the black panties.
'We'd better have these off, I think, my dear.' He pulled her panties down, exposing her naked bottom before him and smacked her hard on the bottom with his fat hand. Lillian jolted against the hard contact.
'Lie still, Lillian dear.'
He smacked her again and again. His free hand he sneaked into her blouse and under the black lace bra so that the next time he smacked her he tweaked her nipple, so Lillian had to contest with pain both in her squirming bottom and her tugged breast.
She forgot that she was not permitted to cry out and a little yelp escaped from her mouth.
'Now what on earth do you think you are doing? Are you trying to get me into trouble here? You make another sound, my girl, and I will make sure that you stay in prison for a year, not a day or a week.'
He tested her out by spanking her hard again and tweaking her already throbbing nipple. This time Lillian had more sense than to cry out, even though the pain, especially in her breast, was tumultuous.
Suddenly she felt the pressure of his large gut against her back as Grimaldi bent over and started to unfasten his shoe.
Oh no! Lillian thought as she realised what Grimaldi was going to do: he was going to spank her with the sole of it. She clenched her eyes at the prospect.
Before Grimaldi spanked her though, she felt the pressure of the toe end of his shoe prodding against her sex lips and then between the crevice of her bottom. It was so horribly humiliating to feel like this, so exposed and debased before this ugly man.