Monica's Italian Ordeal Part 2 – Breakfast before the Party

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; after a vicious beating by their wives, Monica is left locked in a barn in Southern Italy , her stomach a mass of aching, swollen muscle. Her ordeal is not over yet, she heard her tormentors talking about a party. Monica waits, nude in the barn, for her destiny, after an exhausted, uneasy sleep in the hay.

Monica started to come around. She moaned, feeling a strong pain in her ribs probably from her lying on the hay. She was laying on her side, nearly in a foetal position. With her eyes closed, she slowly turned on her back. She had a few moments when she did not know where she was, or why she was laying down nude on a hard pavement, resting on a bed of hay. She massaged her thigh – it was very sore, and she could feel it was rather swollen. She coughed, and brought her hands to her stomach. This also was very sore, and she could feel it very hot and swollen. She tried to raise her torso, but she could not. Her abdominal muscles were too sore for this, too achy to pull herself up. She had throbbing pain all over her body, on both breasts, legs, ribs, on her face….she also had a foul taste in her mouth, vomit…blood…she started to panic. Was she hurt badly? She remembered the four women hitting her in the stomach with all they had. She wondered whether any internal organs could be damaged, perhaps bleeding. She tried to concentrate – what organs were there? The spleen? The liver? The stomach? She tried to touch different parts of her abdomen to see if she could find any signs – it was difficult to tell, wherever she touched, it was awfully sore. She slowly turned on her stomach. This also was painful as her stomach was swollen, and laying on her front was agony. But she realised she must try and stand up, get up and perhaps try and leave. Leave before the four women would be back.

She vaguely remembered being kicked in the stomach while she was on her knees, then darkness. Then she remembered a light hand on her shoulder, a hand caressing her hair – when was this? Someone in the darkness had given her some water, by pouring it in her mouth. She was thirsty. She looked around. She was on all fours now. She saw some sort of metal vase on her right. Slowly, fighting pain and nausea, she got it from the handle, and she looked inside. It was half full of clean water. She tried to remember. Should she drink? She seemed to remember that you should not drink when you are bleeding internally. She could not bear thirst anymore, so she drank avidly anyway. She put the vase down, and then she tried to sit on her right buttock. The pain on her right thigh was unbearable. She must have been kicked in some sort of nerve centre, she though. She tried to remember, amongst the mists of her memory. She remembered a hand gently caressing her hair and face, and someone whispering gently. Someone had come during the night, and had given her the water…and some bread. She remembered eating a small piece of bread. Betta? Had she came to help her…then something else… she remembered a strange dream, then coming…had she really had an orgasm? It was all a blur.

She mustered all her strength to try and get up. She went on her knees, and then pulled her left leg up and, supporting herself with her arms, she started to lift herself. She tried and pushed on her legs…and felt unbearable pain. Her legs could not lift her, and she fell painfully to the ground, with a groan. She could hear her belly gurgling. Blood? Internal bleeding? She panicked again. Just then, she heard a key opening a padlock, and the door of the barn started opening, a blade of light darting through.

Four figures stood against the light projected by the door. The women calmly walked towards her, and all she could do was laying on her belly on the ground, looking helpless at them. Whatever she would have wanted to try, now it was too late, and the fight had left her completely.

All four women wore bikinis, as they had been on the beach for a morning swim. They all wore heavy wooden clogs. All four were tanned and fit, two of them with raven hair, one a blonde and another with a long cascade of red hair.

Betta bent down towards Monica, and grabbed her hair. “Good morning, bitch! Have you had a good rest?” She said. “I hope so, dear. You surely are going to need all your energy – you are going to be the soul of the party, tonight!”

She pulled on Monica's hair, forcing the poor woman on her knees. In the morning light, Monica's naked body was still beautiful, but certainly looked worse for wear: her abdomen was swollen and red, and large blue bruises showed on her thighs. Her face was smeared with dark make up and tears, and all her body was dirty with dark dust and sweat. The hell she had been through the day before truly showed.

Betta produced a dog's collar and a chain leash, and fitted it around Monica's neck. “Now you are a proper bitch”, she said. She started pulling on the leash to get Monica on her feet, but Monica's legs could not really support her. Two other women grabbed Monica's arms, helping her on her feet. The fourth woman, the red haired one called Sara, stood in the background, her arms crossed.

Monica was dragged on her feet by the two women, limping, towards the barn's door.

“We are going to make you beautiful!” said Mirella. “You must look your best at tonight's party”. The quintet walked out the door, Monica more or less dragged by the others, and they got into the yard. The women dragged Monica towards a corner in the yard where a hose pipe was fitted to a tap on the wall. Two brooms rested against the wall.

Monica felt a hand pushing in the small of her back, and she was slammed against the wall. She moaned, and winced for the pain from her stomach and breasts hitting the wall. She closed her eyes, shattered, and started to slide down on her knees, but she was pushed by two brooms, which had been lodged in the space between each of her shoulder blades and the corresponding arm. Betta opened the tap, and a strong jet of cold water sprung from the hose. “You'll get a good hosing down, like a beautiful mare”. Monica felt a cold jet of water on the small of her back, then the jet went up between her shoulder blades, making her shiver hard. Then she felt many hard bristles rubbing her skin. The two other women had started to brush her back with the brooms, one going down on the buttocks and legs, the other on the shoulders and head. The water was icy, and the poor woman stood there, shivering and breathless. Mirella squeezed some shampoo on Monica's back and resumed rubbing with her broom. When Monica tried to escape the water jet, or slide down on her knees, the two brooms pushed under her arms again, forcing her to stay up. After a while Betta pulled on the leash, and one of the women hit hard with her broom on one of the shoulders. Monica turned around, and Mirella pushed the broom head hard in Monica' stomach, upwards, blocking her against the wall. Betta promptly directed the strong jet on Monica's chest first, then on her face. Monica gurgled and went on the tip of her feet, pushing her shoulders against the wall, as for evading the pressure. Mirella pushed viciously on the woman's stomach with her broom, putting all her weight behind it. Then, she started rubbing Monica's chest, while Sara squirted some more shampoo on her. Monica felt thoroughly humiliated, being washed this way like a farm animal – yet, she felt strangely excited, and her nipples stood erect under the icy water. She had to come to terms with a strange feeling, on one hand she felt afraid and angry with the women, but a part of her was enjoying not only the hosing down and the broom, but even the rough handling and humiliation. One broom was trusted against her face, and she had to hold her breath for a few long seconds. When the jet descended on her stomach, she exhaled violently. Then the jet descended lower down her abdomen and groin. Monica tried to protect the vulnerable parts, but the two women hit her wrists and arms with their brooms, and then pushed the arms aside, leaving her front exposed and defenceless. “If you don't stop covering yourself, honey, we'll break both your arms” Said Betta, calmly. Monica then bent her knees, and closed her legs as for protecting her vulnerable groin area. Mirella pointed her broom at her throat, and pushed hard. Monica straightened up, went on the tips of her toes to ease the pressure and the pain, and opened her legs, unable to breathe. She again tried to bring her arms to protect her chest and throat, but the wooden part of the broom fell hard on her arms and wrists. Mirella hit her several time on her biceps with the wooden side of her broom, then pushed the wooden tip of the broom hard in Monica's navel, nailing her to the wall. Monica pushed hard with her calves – which was painful to do as she was tired - and pushed on her toes, trying to ease the broom's pressure as much as possible. Marina kept brushing Monica's naked body hard, her breasts, her stomach, her face, her legs…after a long time of that torment, Betta closed the tap, and Monica rested against the wall for a while, exhausted.

Monica's naked body bent forward as for falling to the ground, but Sara and Marina held her up. Betta started pulling on her leash, forcing her to walk. They led her back towards the barn. Because of the many blows to her thighs, Monica was sore and unstable on her legs, and had to be held up. Eventually, the women just gave up, and let Monica crawl on the ground. Betta started to pull hard on the leash, forcing Monica to crawl on all fours. The poor woman advanced slowly and painfully, her naked body covered in droplets of water, her hair a jet black, dripping wet mass. She had to deal with a new pain, which was the abrasion of the gravel on the yard's ground. The women pulled on her leash with not much regard to her pain. After what seemed an eternity to Monica, they got in the barn, and they pulled her onto the hay. She lied there on her back for a while, breathing fast.

The four women in bikini stood there for a while, watching her.

“We care about you, you see?” Mirella said, a hint of irony in her voice. “You did not eat or drink a thing since yesterday, did you? It is time you had your breakfast!” Betta slid her bikini bottom down her legs, and lay down on the hay, near Monica. Mirella pulled the leash hard, forcing Monica to crawl towards the blonde woman lying on the floor, her legs akimbo. From somewhere, one of the women produced a length of threaded, black hard rubber pipe.

Marina hit Monica's thigh hard with the pipe. Monica moaned, and was hit again on her buttock, and then on her lower back. She screamed and groaned desperately. Mirella pulled on the leash, and Monica fell face first on Betta's abdomen. Betta jumped and come up with her upper body. “Be careful!” she said, “Now you are hitting me in the gut…with her head!”

Mirella rested her hand on the back of Monica's neck, and pushed Monica's face against Betta's naked midriff. Monica had longed to kiss that hot body for so long, but not in these circumstances. Nevertheless, she did not want further encouragement with the rubber pipe, so she started gently kissing betta's upper stomach. She was kissing Betta's naked stomach, and this gave her a tingling sensation between her legs. She slowly descended, partly of her own volition, partly pulled by the leash, and she went down licking and kissing the woman's stomach, then darted her tongue in Betta's deep navel, lingering there for a while…then completely of her own volition, she traced the woman flat abdomen from hip to hip with her tongue. She rested her fingertips on one of Betta's hips. Betta was now breathing hard, and shuddering. Her body tasted salty from the swim in the sea. Monica's tongue descended below the navel, along the soft cushion around the waist, darting her tongue lightly and expertly, on the line of the hip bone. She bit Betta's flesh gently, then she run her tongue across Betta's thigh. Betta's beautiful naked body arched, and she gave a low, guttural groan. Monica then descended lower, onto the hairy mound, and finally darted on the naked woman's clitoris.

Her tongue toyed with the little bud, darting left to right, then circling it, the previous day's beating now forgotten, just grateful, ecstatic, excited to be kissing and licking the heavenly body of her object of desire, tasting the flavour of Betta's sex…She licked the woman labia, pressing hard with her tongue. Betta was now out of control, arching, moving and gyrating her hips rhythmically. She moaned louder and louder, and Monica licked faster and faster, drinking and swallowing all the juices of Betta's sex. Finally, Betta came to a shuddering orgasm, shaking and gyrating violently and nearly squashing Monica's nose.

Betta lay down for a while, totally relaxed. She had never been given such glorious oral sex, as she had had thus now only had sex with her husband. This complete pleasure was totally new to her.

An embarrassed silence followed. None of the four women expected Monica to put so much enthusiasm in it, they had meant to use and humiliate her. Monica had really wanted to please and impress. Betta slowly got on her feet, her head wobbly, confused. The four stood in silence, while Monica kept on all four, looking at the ground.

As to break the impasse, Marina whipped Monica's ribs with her rubber pipe. Monica howled, and tried to protect the offended part with one hand. Marina hit her again on the same spot 2 more times. Overwhelmed by the burning pain, Monica fell on her other side. Mirella pushed on the woman's hip bone with her foot, getting Monica on her back; then she pushed her clog viciously on Monica's navel. She kept the foot there, pushing a few times with all her weight, forcing Monica to hold her breath. “My turn now” said Mirella, with a husky voice. “Judging from what I have seen, it is something I want to try!”

She slowly slid her bikini bottom down her legs, then she squatted on Monica's face, pushing her groin onto her mouth and nose.

She was a gorgeous woman, perhaps 1 or 2 years older than Betta. She was tall and well built, with ample breasts and dark hair. Her body was plumper than Betta's but very feminine. Monica would not have normally found her attractive; she would like a more androgynous type of girl, as Betta was. She now could not see anything but the flesh of the woman's belly, while Mirella's vagina was trusted into her mouth. She tried to turn her face away, but could not. Suddenly she felt a heavy clog sinking in her stomach, squashing her organs. This took her completely by surprise, and her stomach muscles were relaxed. It was more a trust than a blow, but she felt a strong pain, as her abdomen caved in under the weight. The pressure from the clog eased, then pushed hard again. Monica lifted her feet from the ground; she tried to scream but only managed to blow air in the other woman's groin. In the meantime, Mirella trusted her groin onto her mouth, making it difficult to breathe. Mirella's groin started to trust faster and faster on Monica's mouth, while she moved and gyrated rhythmically. Monica licked and kissed, hoping not to be hit in the stomach again. It was difficult though, as the woman moved somewhat frantically, so the woman's labia often rubbed Monica's chin, without giving her a chance to really do anything to please the woman. It was obvious though that Mirella was managing to please herself, by rubbing her mound hard against Monica's mouth and chin. Sticky, sweet juices kept flowing on Monica's face, a good amount of which she licked and swallowed. She felt the foot pushing on her stomach now, just on the belly button, but just with a nearly gentle pressure, without much trusting. Suddenly, Mirella started to groan, and shudder hard, pushing harder on Monica's face and making her fear she would break her nose. She came with a shuddering orgasm. She trusted her groin on Monica's face, while her juices freely flowed everywhere down her face, down her chin and onto her neck.

As Mirella rolled of, laying on her back with a happy expression on her face, Monica slowly tried to roll on her side, exhausted. Betta pushed the sole of her foot on Monica's elbow, preventing her from rolling. She then pushed the foot on Monica's biceps, forcing Monica to fall on her back with a groan. Betta then pushed her clog onto to the poor woman's face, pushing Monica's cheek against the ground. Monica groaned and arched her body, shutting her eyes, and she was immediately punished by somebody's clog pressing hard across her stomach and ribs. The poor woman had no energy left to yell or yowl, all she could do is giving some weak grunts.

“Well…my turn for fun!” said Marina . She passed one of her clogged feet above Monica's head, and stood there, with a foot each side of Monica's head. She let her bikini bottom fall on Monica's face, and then slowly, with a wicked smile, she squatted down, sitting on Monica's face and pressing her groin against Monica's mouth.

When the third woman was over with her fun, having Monica received another dose of kicks, trampling on her belly and blows to her body with the rubber pipe, Marina got up and stood there, looking down on the subjugated nude woman, savouring the sensation of power and control. Monica was really exhausted now, her body and soul had given up, her eyes closed – she only wanted this to be over – to rest. The four women stood above her, their hands on their hips, all had their bikini bottoms back on. Monica's abdomen was red and swollen, and she was now very dirty again, the three women's vaginal fluids having dribbled on her body and gone dry.

“I am going out for some fresh air” said Betta, as she turned and started to walk. Mirella and Marina followed suit. “I need a cigarette!” said Marina . She looked at Sara. “She's al yours honey. I am sure the way she is now, she cannot trouble you…enjoy yourself!” They got out. Sara stood there, her arms crossed, looking at the naked body on the ground. She stepped towards Monica and kneeled down. She took a tissue from a little bag she had, and started rubbing Monica's face and mouth. Monica opened her eyes. “You…”she started, then coughed hard. “Shhhh…” said Sara. “Don't try to speak...” she helped Monica on her knees, and finished rubbing her face, then put her arm around Monica's neck. She kissed her mouth, gently, while caressing the side of her face, then behind her ear.

They stood like that a little longer, Monica resting her head on Sara's shoulder, exhausted. Then, the other three women walked in.

“Well, well, what have we got here!” said Betta. “I though we were all furious towards that bitch! Don't forget what she has done to you – she slept with your husband!”

Sara got up, still keeping one hand on the other woman head, and holding her up. “I…I was just helping her…rest, recover for the party” She said. “We need her in good shape, don't we? We need her to have some energy. We punished her a lot for two days, and she hardly had any food, she will have trouble staying conscious through it!”

“Well,” said Marina . “She had her breakfast now, she should feel better…don't you, bitch?” Monica did not answer. She was on her knees and elbows, her head slumped down, blank. Her naked body was covered in bruises and dark dust had stuck to dried sweat and all the other fluids on her body. Her front had numerous red patches, and her stomach was swollen. She had numerous bruised on all her body. Her face's make up had long gone, but she had dirt all over her face, from tears and all the other fluids.

“She looks a mess again, doesn't she!” said Mirella. “We have to get back around six, and hose her down again. The party is at eight.” Monica did not move.

“We have prepared a great party for you, Hon!” Betta said. “And a great surprise for our husbands! But you have to rest now. You are going to be the soul of the party!”

The four women turned around and got out again. Monica heard the pad lock snapping shut. She crawled towards the hay, trying to find a soft spot where to rest her exhausted, aching body.

Outside, the sun was torrid, and hot. The only sound was the singing of a few birds, the noise of the cicadas, and a tractor's engine in the distance.

Monica lay down on her back, her eyes closed. She felt, strangely, aroused. Her hand went on the swollen, aching muscles of her stomach, and caressed the skin gently. Then the hand went down, towards her love mound.

End. Of Part II