Monica's Italian Ordeal Part 1 - the Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse

By Lee Mortacchi

Monica is an English young lady of Italian origin, a very sexy, athletic girl who travelled to Italy in search of adventure. She is average height, with medium length hair, and she has a tanned, slim, strong body, with broad shoulders, smallish breasts, long muscular legs and a flat, muscular stomach. She stopped in a sleepy village in the south, near the Riviera , and found a job in one of the bars on the seaside. In her free time she has been having fun. This mostly included sex, with men, and women, in some cases she had sex for money, to support her salary as a bar hostess. Sex is her idea of fun, anyway…. She often gets in mock-fights with her companions, to satisfy her passion for Kick-boxing and Judo. Some of the men she slept with were married, and, unknown to her, 4 women are planning something special for her. Something she won't forget that easily… as it happens, Monica is with one of these women right now, and she knows she is Tony's wife. Tony is an attractive young man Monica has been sleeping with of late…and then she got into Betta, his wife, and found her irresistible. She has been courting her for a while, and she does not know Betta knows of her and Tony. Read on…the story is in English for your convenience.

The two women walked hand in hand along the path, looking at each other, smiling and whispering sweet nothings. They strolled on a path near a farm house. It was a sunny morning. They turned around the corner of the house into a yard. Betta laughed and pulled her companion's hand, stepping towards a rustic building. “Let's go in the barn”, she said, carelessly. Monica followed, excited. She looked at Betta, walking slightly ahead of her. Betta had been teasing her for days dropping jokes and innuendos, seducing her and bringing her desire nearly to tears – Monica felt warmth in her abdomen every time she heard the other woman's voice. Betta's hips looked rounded and solid in the hugging riding trousers. She was slightly taller than Monica, with ample breasts and long blond hair. She opened the barn's door and they entered the building. Betta stood looking forward, her back turned to Monica, and then she turned slowly. She smiled, and stroke Monica's hair with her fingers. Then she dropped her hand on the other woman's chest, and gently shoved her against a wooden pole which supported the ceiling of the barn. The floor was in cold cement, but a corner of the building was covered in hay. Betta's hand gently touched Monica's cheek, and then with a rubbing movement it went under Monica's ear, toying with her earlobe. Then languidly the hand slid back, rubbing Monica's neck. Monica threw her head back, closed her eyes and let a languid groan out. Betta's hand caressed the soft neck with a slow circular movement…. Then Betta pushed Monica back against the pole. The woman arched gently, fixing her eyes in her companion's. Betta's hand slowly descended on Monica's sky blue shirt. She wore the shirt and a pair of figure hugging blue jeans. Betta's hand unbuttoned the shirt to reveal Monica's white bra, covering her small, perky breasts, and her flat, muscular stomach. Betta's hand descended further on the jeans top button, and gently unbuttoned, then unzipped the jeans. Monica felt a tingling sensation on all her body, a warm feeling in her abdomen, and was filled with expectation.

Monica's shirt dropped to the floor, and the jeans slowly slid along her legs and around her ankles. Monica's tanned, slim but solid figure stood in front of the other woman, in her white knickers and bra. She had a long and narrow, deep belly button nesting between her abs, and the leg muscles were well defined and strong. She licked her lips.

Betta gently stroke Monica's shoulder, then her hand descended on her breasts. She then laughed with an enigmatic smile and stepped back. She was still fully dressed.

Monica straightened up – something was wrong. She heard a soft movement on her right. A tall, black haired woman emerged from nowhere behind her, a hostile expression on her face. Two more women silently walked in the stable from outside. Monica's heart raced. She brought her arms to her chest, and sort of closed her legs. She swallowed.

The tall woman stepped towards her. “Hi, gorgeous!” She said, with a sarcastic smile. “You don't know me; I am Marina, Gianni's wife. The fisherman you fucked on your boat trip” “Well your problem is your husb…” Monica started, but the other woman darted forward and let her hand go in a slap. Monica instinctively blocked her arm and punched the other woman on the jaw. The woman fell to the ground. Monica felt strong arms grabbing her arms from behind. Betta moved in front of her, and Monica relaxed slightly. The woman called Marina was getting up. Betta dashed forward and hit Monica with a hard punch on the jaw. A pain exploded on her face, and the girl slumped back, dizzy and unable to focus, but was held up by the other two women.

Marina stepped forward. Betta stood with her arms crossed, while the two women were holding Monica by her arms. Her breasts and naked stomach lifted and fell rapidly as she breathed fast. The dark haired woman gave a sardonic smile. “You got a good punch, bitch!” she said. Her expression hardened. She slapped Monica hard on the face. Monica felt a hot, stinging sensation on her cheek; tears filled her eyes.

Marina then slapped her again, and again, both with the palm and the back of the hand, again and again. Monica groaned and groaned, confused, her face a mask of hot, stinging pain, her head in painful confusion. Marina stopped, massaging her own hand. “God, this hurts” she said”. “You hurt my hand! I need to find something else to hit you with…”. Betta stepped in. she looked even more desirable to Monica now she was so furious looking. “You'd love to fuck me, wouldn't you, bitch!” she said “But in the meantime, you fuck my husband!”

The two women holding Monica steadied her up. Betta jabbed Monica in her naked belly with her left hand, then promptly punched hard with the right. Right on the belly button. Monica groaned, and slumped though she was being held, and lifted her right knee slightly. She felt a dull strong pain in the stomach. “What a lovely flat stomach you have, bitch!” Betta went on, “I hope your muscles are as strong as they look, as I want a proper workout!”

She hit hard with a left, then a right – her fist sunk in Monica's belly. Monica doubled up in a dull pain, feeling a sense of compression and breathlessness. Another left, then a hard uppercut sunk in her stomach, just below her belly button, giving her a more acute, unbearable pain. Monica groaned, her legs giving way. The two women held her up, and she felt an unbearable pain on the side of her left thigh, as one of the two women kneed her just in a pressure point. Monica yelled, in agony. “Stop lifting these legs, honey, or we'll break them”, the woman said. Monica felt another massive blow to the right thigh. She yelled, and slumped again. Tears were flowing down her face – her make up flowed in dark stripes down her cheeks. She was lifted up again, one of the women pulling her hair back. Betta rested her left hand on Monica's face, gently. “That's how you like to be caressed, don't you, cow!” she whispered. Her hand grabbed Monica's neck and pushed her head back. She punched hard on Monica's navel, strong uppercuts in rapid succession, Monica feeling each blow with a mix of pain and pressure on her guts and spine, unable to take in breath. After 9 strong uppercuts, Betta stopped, and put a long finger on Monica's lips. “Hush hush, honey” she said sweetly. Monica felt a massive blow on her solar plexus. She slumped and gasped for air, unable to breath, then she started coughing frantically. The two women let her go and Monica fell in a ball on the ground, holding her hands to her stomach and coughing in a fit. Marina rested her booted foot on Monica's cheek, and pushed gently. Betta kneeled down and unfastened the coughing woman's bra, pulling it off and freeing the small, round breasts. She had large, dark nipples and dark areolas. One other woman showed the tip of her boot in Monica's left breast. Monica felt an acute pain and grunted hard. She was now in a foetal position. The fourth woman shoved a booted foot hard in Monica's genital area. The woman yowled and straightened her body up, in agony. The other woman then grabbed the front of Monica's panties and yanked hard. The knickers came off, ripped apart. The four women stood there admiring their handiwork, the nude woman at their feet writhing and groaning, helpless.

Marina bent down and grabbed Monica's jet black hair, pulling hard. Monica slowly rose to her feet. “Please let me go…”she started. A vicious slap on her face and mouth shut her up. A trickle of blood started to come down from the side of Monica's mouth. Betta and Marina grabbed Monica's arms and pulled the girl straight. Betta clamped her left arm and pulled her hair hard, so to pull her head backwards. Marina twisted Marina 's right arm behind her back. One of the women who held her before stepped forward. “Hi, bitch!” she said, in a mock-friendly way “I am Mirella, Luigi's wife… another idiot you fucked!” her voice changed to a hiss.” I have three children, you bitch! What will happen to them is something happens to my marriage?” Monica looked at her unable to find anything to say. Mirella's hand went slowly to Monica's round, pointy left breast, she caressed it. The breast was firm, smooth. She thought of her husband kissing that breast. She massaged the nipple and the areola gently. Monica groaned. The two fingers pinched the nipple, gently first, then yanked hard. Then they twisted it. Monica yelled in agony, feeling an unbearable pain, feeling her nipple nearly being ripped off. Mirella yanked some more, without letting go. Monica yowled. Mirella twisted harder and twisted some more, tears rolling down the other woman's face. Then she let go. She smiled, and then slapped the breast hard. Monica groaned, breathless. Mirella slapped the same breast, again, and again. Monica kept twisting her body and struggling under that vicious punishment, held still by the two other women. Then Mirella punched her left breast hard with her right hand, the fist sinking in deep. Monica exploded in another yowl, taking this other brand of unbearable pain. She felt another punch, then another. Monica kept yowling, wriggling, groaning, crying helpless. More punches hit her in the same spot, she was now nearing unconsciousness. Mirella dug her thumb in Monica's ribs under her right breast, another explosive pain for Monica. Then Mirella punched Monica's now red, quivering stomach with her right first, with a thud, just on her navel. Mirella dug her thumb some more in Monica's ribs, the poor woman yowling wildly. Then another violent punch on the pubic area, just on the hairy mound. Then another. Monica tried to protect herself with a leg, slumping down, but the two women pulled her up. Mirella kneed the side of Monica's left thigh, once and then again. Monica yowled and the leg gave way, but the two women held her up. Then she felt a strong punch to the solar plexus, which left her gasping for breath. Then another punch got her in the same place. Monica quivered and coughed, breathless…then Mirella's hand grabbed Monica's pubic mound, she pushed two fingers in her vagina, and then yanked hard. The pain was unbearable. “What would a man do for this!” Mirella said, bitterly. The other two women let the poor girl go. Monica limped around on her crossed legs to alleviate the pain, grabbing Mirella's wrist with her hands, then she slumped to the floor. She rolled on her front, crying helplessly, her face a mask of dark stripes of make up and tears, blood dribbling down from a corner of her mouth. The four women stood contemplating the nude woman's quivering body. She was in a foetal position, the hands protecting the genital area, looking like a wounded animal.

Mirella stepped forward and dug her boot's heel in the side of Monica's spine, just below the shoulder blade. Monica's body arched forward, straightening up and bringing one of the hands behind her back towards the offended area. Betta grabbed Monica's hair, and pulled. The poor girl turned on her back, her breasts and stomach quivering, breathing hard. The abdomen and stomach were very red by now, and so was her left breast. Red marks and bruises, and dirt, covered a lot of her body, now covered in sweat, shiny droplets of sweat dribbling down her body. Bits of hay stuck to the sweat. Mirella dug the hill of her boot in Monica's belly button. She grunted and sunk her stomach in, bringing her hand towards her abdomen. While Mirella dug harder in Monica's navel, Betta dug her heel in the nude woman's ribs under the right breast. Monica yowled. Then Mirella put the sole of her boot on Monica's mouth, and pushed hard. Monica's face turned right, and Mirella pushed the head to the ground, putting some weight on the nude woman's left cheek. They stood like that for a while, one pushing on the face, the other on the belly button. Monica was unable to move, quivering and letting out weak grunts. Her stomach was raising and lowering frantically, as she was unable to draw full breaths because of the pressure on her lower abdomen. Another of the women stepped forward and grabbed Monica's hair. She pulled her up, while the other women released the pressure. Monica slowly rolled on her front again, and started going on her knees. She brought her left hand on the woman's hand, trying to ease the pull on her hair.

Mirella pulled Monica's arms up and wrapped them in her arms, crossing her wrists behind Monica's shoulders so that the woman's arm were stretched above her head, her shaven armpits fully stretched. Mirella showed her knee in the middle of Monica's back, with the effect that her naked body was arched back, her breasts pushed upwards and her mid-section fully stretched, her ribs showing through her skin. Betta and another woman each pushed a foot of one of Monica's calves. This was very painful for Monica as it compressed her calves' muscles and pushed her knees against the hard ground. She looked vulnerable but beautiful, her naked torso stretched, the muscles shiny with sweat. She whimpered helplessly. The fourth woman stood in front of her, looking down in her eyes. She was medium high and rather slim, with a long, shiny cascade of red hair. “Are you comfortable, bitch?” She said, sarcastic. “I'm Sara, Nicola's wife. The same Nicola you fucked three days ago. I also have two kids and a family to keep!”

“Please…” Monica whimpered.

Sara lowered her left hand to touch Monica's right breast. She kneaded it gently. “You should have though before fucking my husband, shouldn't have you…bitch?” with the last word, her hand clamped hard on Monica's breast, and twisted, then pulled hard. Then she let it go, and immediately slapped it hard. Monica yowled, more tears rolling from her eyes. Sara slapped the breast again, then again, with a fleshy slapping sound; the breast bounced up and down, all Monica's body quivering. Sara then punched the breast with a strong uppercut, which took Monica's breath away. Then she punched it again, the fist fully sinking in the poor woman flattening breast. Monica was trying to break free, but was being held well stretched by the three women. Sara stepped back, and she took a short run-up as for kicking a ball in a net. She stamped a blistering kick in Monica's stomach with the tip of her boot, just on the belly button. The foot sunk in the poor woman's stomach, which caved in. Monica gurgled, and then coughed, feeling the blow literally breaking into her stomach muscles onto her spine. Sara ran up again, and then kicked hard. Monica groaned and struggled panicking, breathless. Another kick hit her thigh with an explosion of pain, then another, unbearable. Then another kick hit her in the belly, unexpected as her eyes were closed as she struggled in agony. Sara kicked again, this time in Monica's crotch. Monica yowled, and then groaned, crying desperately. Another kick, then another hit her crotch. Then a kick hit her solar plexus, winding her completely. Her head slumped down. Sara grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. Monica started to shake with convulsions. Mirella let her go, and the two other women stepped back. Monica grasped her stomach with both hands, and then fell forward on her face. She threw up, convulsing in agony. She laid there, her face close to a small pool of vomit, slumped on the floor. She was barely conscious now, her eyes closed and her mouth open, blood and vomit dribbling from the side. Though a gorgeous woman, she now looked like a slaughtered animal.

The four women stood contemplating the poor, bruised naked body slumped on the ground. Monica's breathing was fast and shallow. Her body was covered in bruises and dirt, sweat dried on her body. Her hair was a sweaty, dirty mess. A few pools of blood and vomit were near her head and torso. She coughed weakly.

“That was a good, enjoyable job” said Betta “She looks better now, much less attractive and dangerous. I doubt men would find her so attractive right now.”

“Yeah,” said Mirella “She's a right mess! We did a good job…definitely. It was fun. Why don't we make her eat her sick?” The other two women agreed, sadistically. “After all, she must be hungry!” said one of the women. Mirella squatted down and grabbed Monica's hair, and started pulling her head upwards.

“No!” yelled Sara. She walked between the two women, pushing Mirella back. She grabbed Monica's torso under her arms, and pulled her away from the pools of blood and vomit, on her knees. She took a tissue from her blouse and dabbed Monica's mouth, then her forehead. She went down on a knee and hugged the woman. The poor wretched thing started sobbing, her body shaking. Sara caressed Monica's face and cheek gently. She enveloped Monica's head with her arm and rested it on her right shoulder. “How moving!” said one of the other women, sarcastic. At that point, Monica slumped, and lost consciousness again. Sara helped her body to the ground.

“OK, let's roll” said Betta. “Help me move this bitch on the hay, so we can let her rest for the night. We have so much to prepare for tomorrow.”

The four women lifted the inert body by the legs and arms, and threw it carelessly on the hay. They stood a little longer contemplating the naked, bruised body.

“It's going to be a wonderful party!” said Mirella. The four women turned and got out of the barn. Betta shut the doors and locked them with a big rusty padlock.

The sun was coming down on the Riviera , painting the calm sea red. The countryside was calm and silent. Nobody could have said that a brutal beating had happened just there. The four women walked away calmly.

End of Part I…