Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Paying lip service
Zoe groaned as she woke up. If one could call the slow and agonizing process of clawing oneself into consciousness waking up. Her body hurt in multiple places, worst perhaps the pounding headache, closely followed by her arm sockets and legs. She tried to move them, to get some relief, finding that her arms were tied to something above her head, and it appeared as if her feet were tied to the same fix points. Because they were wide spread and her knees almost touched her breasts. At least she was still dressed, for all that it was worth, her dress fell loosely between her splayed thighs covering her modesty.
Somewhere outside her field of view she heard the rapid but melodic chatter in Italian. She chided herself, of course it was Italian, after all one of her last memories was leaving Leonardo da Vinci Airport and looking for a taxi, on her first ever trip to Rome. She had been dead tired, the trip had been a long one. Brisbane to Rome with three stops on the way in a mere 32 hours of traveling. Her inner clock wasn't only maladjusted, it was in utter shambles. She recalled having looked for a taxi, and after that there was just nothing.
Zoe wondered if she should call out or listen to the conversation. The latter wouldn't do her any good, her Italian was close to non-existent, beyond asking for the ladies room. A sentence she had painstakingly learned by heart. After all who needed foreign language skills, as pretty much everybody spoke english and the smart phone translator was always present. She wondered if the first option was any smarter, she might not be able to understand a word, but she clearly heard that more than one voice was in that conversation. And not a single one of them sounded female. The way she was tied up, making agitated men, aware of her regained consciousness didn't feel like a winning strategy.
At this moment a distinguished looking man, in an immaculately cut suit and silver hair, waving fashionably long around his olive skinned face. Dark eyes looking at her intently, taking in every detail of her body. Zoe didn't feel only undressed by his eyes, but dissected like a slab of meat.
"Ah I see you have regained your senses." His english was excellent despite the rich Italian accent.
"Yes I have, and I would very much appreciate if you could bloody well untie me." Zoe's temper was even under the best of circumstances volatile, playing ideally of the stereotype of the fiery redhead. But the situation was far from anything even remotely considered ideal. She was afraid, very afraid and whenever fear held her in its grips she lashed out and went on to the attack.
"I have no idea, what this is all about, but if you untie me now and let me go, I'll promise to keep entirely quiet about this." she tried to offer more reasonably
And sure she would stay quiet about this, for all the time it would take her to find a policeman. After that she would tell her story to every law enforcement personnel, she could lay hands on, the Australian Ambassador if necessary.
"Scusi Signorina, but at the moment I don't see that as an option." the man replied while nonchalantly flipping her skirt onto her stomach, revealing the powder blue briefs she wore. "We have here a little situation we need to resolve first."
"You fucking cunt! How dare you ...!"
The remainder of her tirade was cut short by a distinct metallic sound. The man in front of her had produced a spring knife and the 4" blade had smoothly responded to his pressing of the release button. Zoe's eyes were glued to the shiny blade glittering in the light, even if it wasn't possible to say by looking at it, she was fully convinced that this knife was razor sharp.
The demonstration of the sharpness followed suit, all that she felt as the man cut off on side of her panties, was the coldness of the steel against her skin, as it went into the leg hole. The fabric didn't offer any more resistance to the blade than gossamer. The other side didn't offer any more problems either. He pulled the blue fabric off her, and balled it up. Bringing it to her face.
"I think nobody around here is interested at all to hear what's coming out of your mouth. So let's take care of this open up."
Zoe still in defiant mode pressed her lips firmly together. A resistance that immediately evaporated as the tip of his knife touched her throat. This close to her face, she was forcefully reminded on how long she had been traveling in those clothes. Ripe would be one expression for the smell of her destroyed underwear.
As he crammed the fabric in her mouth he commented again in his conversational tone. "I'm not sure if you are aware of this, but you smell pretty badly. But that is a question of your own personal hygiene. I hope you enjoy the taste." He ultimately sealed her stuffed mouth with a strip of duct tape.
"A silence is indeed silver." he chuckled at that.
"Now my dear, as you can't prevent us from doing anything, I would suggest you relax, and try to enjoy this as much as possible. There won't be any further damage to your ward robe either, I promise."
He lifted the hem of her skirt from her stomach and pulled it further up, until the whole garment was piled around her waist. He lifted it further, and the particular way she was bound allowed him to drop the fabric over her face. Blocking her sight as efficiently as if she was blindfolded.
Here she was bound hand and foot, gagged and blinded, her privates open for anybody to see and this bloody bastard told her to relax and enjoy the ride. Zoe could vividly imagine the events to come, they would rape her, in all likelihood multiple times. She tried to mentally prepare herself for it hoping that they wouldn't kill her afterwards. The first rule of survival was not to get killed, the second was to deal with things as they came. She was a survivor, at least that was what she told herself as the tears started running down her face.
Zoe heard more feet approaching, all of them seemed to be in a position to have a good look at her. At this point another thought struck her, ever since her time at Saint Ignatius school for girls, she had shaved her pubic hair to a ever tinier strip. Her teenage way of rebelling against the strict rules of conduct enforced by the nuns running the school. The wrong underwear could get you in trouble in those days, but they would never pry inside it. The only reason she even kept the tiny strip of hair, was to prove to any lover, that her hair color didn't come out of a bottle. Redheads drove men to particularly high efforts. But then right now as she imagined how exposed she must be to those strangers, she fervently hoped she had a full grown bush between her legs obstructing their gazes.
But wish as she might, there was no dignity saving nest of red blonde curls. In fact she had a very clear idea of what they were seeing, the dark red flesh of her inner labia poking out of the confines of the fleshy thick outer lips. If they would spread her legs only a tiny bit further, her clit would be on full display. She felt herself blushing even thinking about those things. Of course her lovers were familiar with those views, and she had spent some time with a mirror and her fingers getting to know herself. It might have been her catholic upbringing and education, but she absolutely loved sex and everything to do with it. But she knew for sure, she was no in for something, she would not like, this would be rape not making love, not even rough sex. They would take and violate her body not matter what she wanted. She wouldn't even be able to communicate, all that could leave her mouth were grunts and words to muffled to be understood.
The first time somebody touched her body came as a surprise. Instead of grabbing at her, or trying to invade her she felt a piece of cloth, soaked in warm water. Touch first her mound, and then tenderly wiped down between her legs, the cloth being repeatedly dipped into more warm water. The it hit her they were washing her. What had the man said, that she smelled badly? That she didn't even meet their hygienic standards to be raped. This was extremely humiliating and her tears redoubled. As bad as the washing was, she was only to aware that the nightmare would really begin when it stopped. And it stopped right then.
the chatter in Italian started again, as before she couldn't understand a word, but she was able to read the emotion. There was excitement, clearly some bragging and discussion. They might be Italians but talks of machismo sounded the same the world over. Most likely they were commenting on her bareness, on how her nether holes were at their disposal. They must be deciding on who would go first, and who would have to endure sloppy seconds. Zoe hated it, the waiting was almost as bad as the thought what would happen next.
A voice was beginning to issue commands in a quiet but firm voice. This must be the older man, taking care of this and getting order into this cluster fuck. He had natural authority, and the voices of the other men grew silent, they had sounded a lot younger. Young men in their prime, full of piss and vinegar, all confidence, no doubts, masters of her universe., or so they must think. Still they all turned silent as the silver haired man spoke. It almost sounded like a lecture, he spoke slowly but with distinction, not a word slurred or lost, everybody seemed to be glued to his lips. Zoe thought at that she preferred that to them being glued to her lips, so prominently displayed.
She felt the first man approaching, so now it was the time she thought. but nothing had prepared her for what happened next. Zoe reflexively tried to curl up as the man's body touched hers. But instead of feeling a demanding hardness, trying to penetrate her, she felt a warm and wet tongue at her sex.
Zoe wasn't used to the sensation, most of the time when she had engaged in oral sex, it had been her ending up on her knees sucking a cock. Only very few of her erotic experiences had involved a man or a woman going down on her. This man had actually one thing in common with her last boyfriend, he was entirely inept in what he was doing. He moved his tongue along her sex like a dog, slobbering all over it but getting nowhere.
Suddenly she heard the older man speak again, still maintaining the lecturing tone. He only offered a few sentences, but the man stopped his current approach and she felt a hand at her pussy. The fingers spread and opened her outer labia a bit further. The licking was resumed, but it appeared there had been some advice, as an unexpected shiver of sensation spread from her crotch. Instead of aimlessly licked her outer lips, the tongue now traced slowly the narrow path between inner and outer lips. Moving slowly towards her clit, but always stopping shy a short distance of it, before starting again from the bottom. The motion was still monotone and mechanic, but he changed after every pass the side he was paying attention to. And before long Zoe's body was reacting to it, blood rushed towards her groin causing the lips to become even more sensitive. With every pass of the tongue, tension started to build inside her. and it kept on building, the gag in her mouth muffled the moans escaping her throat. And mechanical movement or not, the steady repetition for further 5 minutes caused her body to overwhelm her mind. And she came with a moan of satisfaction.
At this she felt the pressure in her groin vanishing, as the man moved his head away. Her fear returned as she heard the next man approaching. But again it was a tongue applied to her very wet sex. At least for a few seconds, until the owner withdrew and started to fire away in Italian. Apparently he didn't want to go down on her with all her juices already free flowing. Again the voice of the older man, it didn't sound threatening but didn't brook any resistance either. Suddenly she felt the face again between her legs, it almost felt like the head was pressed there by force.
As a pleaser of women, this guy was as big of a disappointment as the last man's initial attempts. This idiot tried to penetrate her vagina with his tongue, apparently believing that the tiny stub of flesh would be in any form effective. After a few minutes of entirely frustrating efforts, she heard again the lecturing tone. Didn't this guy listen the first time around? This time the advice had apparently been to suck on the fleshy parts of her sex, a technique entirely unknown to Zoe, but after 20 minutes of serious ministrations he was rewarded by another orgasm. Zoe felt as if her entire sex was on fire, nobody had even touched her clit, but she felt it thrumming with blood and nervous energy. The 2 orgasm had left her body in a state of heightened sexual arousal.
A situation that got only worse with every new head taking the spot between her thighs, she had given up any thought of decency and even splayed her legs a bit wider apart to allow them access. The third and fourth orgasms didn't take long to achieve, she felt so aroused that the slightest caress could push her over the edge.
Then she felt another one, this one's beard stubble poked her thighs, he must either be a natural or had paid close attention to all the previous hints. His tongue felt marvelous, as it snaked up and down the inside of her inner lips, while making sure to give her engorged clit a flick with the tongue every time it was in position. At this point all her defenses were down, having already cum so often she felt like a wobbling mess. But every time the tongue touched her button, jolts of ecstasy shot through her body. Until her she couldn't hold it any longer, accompanied by a loud scream that even the gag couldn't drown out, she came again, came hard. She felt herself squirting, something she had heard about but never experienced before, her body shaken by waves upon waves of pleasure, before collapsing exhausted.
When she regained consciousness for the second time this day, she found her arms still bound to the table, but her legs were freed, her skirt back in position and her mouth no longer filled with the gag. With exception of the well dressed man there was nobody else left in the room. Had this all been just a dream? No certainly not, the dried stickiness between her legs and the enjoyable exhaustion were clear evidence of the past hours.
"What the hell is going on here?" she asked still a bit groggy.
The man in the suit came closer "Yes, I can see that this might interest you. Over the course of the last 3 hours you have been serviced by the scions of Rome's highest ranks of nobility"
"And they couldn't get their kicks any other way than kidnapping me? I might have accepted dinner and a movie."
"Don't be ridiculous, each of those men believes himself to be the gift to all women. They are young, have fancy titles and are well educated. but like most of the old families theirs have more debts than assets."
"And what has that to do with me?"
"Their families have decided that to get more money into the family coffers, they ought to do it the old fashioned way."
"And which way would that be?"
"Why marry it of course. But to do so they need to be able to seriously please their future wives. With divorce being so easily obtained nowadays, it takes a commitment to her happiness to keep her. So it is up to these man to apply themselves in every aspect. How would you rate their efforts, without guidance?"
"They sucked"
"Exactly, now imagine that they have as little aptitude with their other appendages. The Italian man is to macho, not to believe he will satisfy a woman every time in bed, usually before he even comes." derision was strong in his voice. "No, what I offer here is a training to provide fool proof technique. By the way I enjoyed how you ruined my last pupils silk shirt, he insisted on keeping it on while going down on you."
"He was considerably less inept." Zoe allowed.
"That might be, but doubly arrogant. Now we need to discuss what will happen to you."
"I was hoping you would let me go." Zoe offered.
"I had asked for a eastern European woman, somebody i could give 500 Euro and send her away with the promise of keeping quiet."
Zoe thought for only a second "Make it a 1000 Euro, and I'll give you the same promise."
The man studied her eyes very carefully while she said that. Did he believe her, Zoe started to pray, of course she would take the money, but she would also bring the law down on this guy and his clients. All would be fine as long as he believed her.
He shook his head very slightly, and stepped a few feet away before producing a slim cell phone. Dialed and waited for the
connection to come to live.
"Ecco Signore Parker? This is Mario Garotti from Rome speaking, could you please connect me with your boss, I have a opportunity here."
Zoe had no idea what this was about, but a sinking feeling that he was not going to let her go.
the End.
