Chapter 3. The Italian's Virgin

Bianca rides her bike, she was about to get home when suddenly powerful white lights shine on her from behind, the young woman frowns a little because they are very bright.

She moves her two-wheeler aside to let the annoying car pass, but as soon as she does, the car stops abruptly in front of her, forcing her to brake suddenly. She loses her balance and falls to the ground with some force.

"Ahh!" Bianca groaned as she looked at her leg tangled up with the bike.

The young woman looks up at the car and notices two men in black suits getting out and walking directly toward her. Bianca frowns as they get so close to her that she tries to get off her bike.

But she can't, and that's when the two men grab her by the arms.

"What are you doing?" She looks at them with a frightened expression, and after a few seconds, she watches as they lead her to the car. "No, what are you doing? Who are you?"

"Shut up!"

When she hears that word, she tries to scream with all her might, but one of the men covers her face with a handkerchief that has an unpleasant, numbing smell. She blinks several times and tries to resist, but ends up closing her eyes.

[...]

Vittorio smiles as he watches some of his dancers move. It was an important day for him, as he was expecting a very important visitor. He crosses his arms and leans back. In the distance, he can see his favorite little dog.

His eyes sparkle as he watches her, but of course she doesn't even look at him. She hated him.

"Mr. Vittorio," her smile fades when she hears Fabian's voice.

"What the hell do you want?" She looks at him sideways.

"Sir," he says fearfully, "your order is ready."

Vittorio looks back ahead and smiles once more, then nods and stands up to face Fabian.

"Well? Where is she?" Fabian nods quickly.

The blond man is taken to the back of the club, they enter a room, and as soon as the light comes on, Vittorio sees a young blond woman lying on the bed. Her hands and feet are tied with white tape, as is her mouth.

Vittorio observes the girl's features, which make him blink several times. He approaches her to get a better look, and that's when he realizes she's waking up. When he looks into her blue eyes, he's surprised.

"Is it her?" he murmurs, and just then the young woman looks up to see him and when she does, her eyes widen even more.

"What you asked for, my lord..." He smiles maliciously, bending down to the blonde's level to look at her face.

"You are just what I asked for." Bianca tries to back away, but she can't, and she begins to shake her head repeatedly. "Very beautiful and with the face of a child."

"Yes, sir, that's how I got her."

Vittorio narrows his eyes to see those blue eyes full of innocence. There was no doubt that this girl was a virgin.

"You will be the Italian's virgin," Bianca's eyes cloud over when she hears those words. "And you will be a good girl, obedient and compliant," she shakes her head as he brushes a strand of hair from her face. "You will be, or you will have a very bad time with the Italian."

Bianca stops fighting and simply stands still. She swallows hard and thinks of her grandparents and how worried they will be when dawn breaks. Who will take care of them? Tears escape from her eyes as she thinks of leaving them alone and heartbroken.

"What's her name?"

"Her documents say her name is Bianca."

"Well, Bianca, welcome..."

Vittorio stands up, looks at the blonde from head to toe, noting that she is quite thin for his taste, but he is sure that his friend will love this girl. He turns to leave the room.

"Have her ready for tonight."

"Yes, sir..."

The door closes and Bianca can only watch as her freedom slips away. She blinks as her eyes fill with tears. She begins to moan and tries to free herself from the ropes binding her hands, but the knots are too tight.

Just then, the door opens and a young brunette enters. They look at each other, and Bianca begins to moan frantically.

"Shhh... you'd better behave yourself, don't get upset, understand?" Bianca looks at her and blinks several times. "I'm going to take this off, but you mustn't scream or the boss will get angry and hit you."

The young brunette removed the gag and then gave her a slight smile.

"Please, please, help me get out of here," the young woman looks at her in amazement. "I was kidnapped, I have to go home to my family.

"Calm down, getting upset won't help.

"Help me."

"My name is Isabella. What's your name?" she asks as she loosens the knots on her feet.

"Bian... Bianca."

"All right, Bianca, you'd better get used to this place. You're not the first or the only one here, there are no privileges for anyone, so if you behave yourself, no one will hurt you."

Bianca began to shake her head because she didn't understand anything the girl was saying. She was asking for help, and the girl was responding with a string of nonsense.

"What are you talking about? I'm asking you to help me escape from this place. Why are you telling me all these things?"

"Good girls get rewarded, so if you do what they ask, you'll surely be rewarded by your buyer or whoever wants to fuck you."

Bianca's feet were finally free, then the young brunette proceeded to untie her hands while she looked at her as if she had gone crazy.

"What's wrong with you? I told you I'm kidnapped. I'm here because some men drugged me and kidnapped me. You have to call the police." Isabella looks at Bianca seriously.

"I told you to keep quiet, or I'll have to gag you again."

"What is this place?"

"Your worst nightmare, girl. Are you a virgin?" Bianca recoils.

Isabella waits impatiently for her answer, staring intently into her eyes, and although she expected her to answer, it was obvious that she was. She was too stupid not to be a virgin.

"Are you? You'd better not lie. In fact, it's in your best interest not to lie." Bianca swallows and nods as she sheds several tears. "You're lucky then. Not everyone is."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"I don't know, I guess you'll do what we all do." Isabella stands up. "There's a bathroom over there. Take a shower and change your clothes. I brought this for you. I think it will fit you."

"I don't want to!" The brown-haired girl looks at her sadly.

"You don't have much choice, girl."

The young woman turns to head for the exit. Bianca watches her close the door and then hears it lock. She remains sitting on the bed, staring at her reddened wrists, then looks at the clothes and back at the door.

She needed to get out of that place.

[...]

"Well?" Vittorio waits for Isabella's answer.

"I confirm that she is a virgin."

"Is she lying?"

"I don't think she's lying. I told her it wasn't in her best interest to do so."

Vittorio smiles mischievously. That girl was perfect, too perfect for the occasion. He looks at the brunette in front of him and gestures for her to come closer.

She approaches, stopping a short distance away.

"You've been a good girl, I think you deserve a nice reward," he says as he slides his hands under her dress, touching the straps of her panties and beginning to slide them down.

Isabella tenses up when she realizes what comes next. She would have to fuck that guy she hated once again.

"You know what I like, don't you?" Vittorio slips his hand between her thighs until he feels her vaginal lips. "Come on, don't be so shy with me. We've fucked several times, open your legs wider for me."

She obeys, and that's when she feels him insert two fingers into her pussy, making her feel uncomfortable. She looks up while her boss pokes around in her vagina at will. She bites her lips as he slides his finger in and out of her body.

"Come on, I know you like it," he says in a lewd voice, holding one of her buttocks while penetrating her vagina with two of his fingers.

At that moment, Isabella has no choice but to moan to make him believe that she is enjoying it. The other girls taught her this so that she wouldn't have any problems when fucking those perverted idiots.

"Ahhhh! Yes, I like it, Mr. Vittorio.

"Oh, really?" He lifts her skirt to get underneath it.

He spreads her thighs a little more to see the outer lips of her open vagina, sticks out his tongue and thrusts it between them hard, including his teeth... Isabella puts a hand on his head because it hurts.

Vittorio really liked to bite her pussy, it was very painful. In fact, it burned a lot every time he felt like fucking her.

The blond sucks Isabella's pussy hard, slurping it while clinging to her buttocks... suddenly he moves away from her, stands up, unzips his pants to take out his erect cock.

He makes the brunette kneel before him, placing her mouth right against his penis.

"Come on, baby, give me a good blowjob," he says. She looks at her boss's cock, swallows, and opens her mouth so he can put it in, going straight to her throat. "Very good, suck it like I like it and no biting."

The young woman begins to suck her boss's cock, feeling him hold her by the back of her neck to push her further forward. He was practically choking her with his cock, but of course he didn't care.

"Oh, yes! Come on, baby, be a good whore and give me a good blowjob... yes, that's how I like it, suck it hard."

Vittorio tilts his head back, his lips parted as he enjoys the girl's blowjob. Little by little, she was learning how to give good oral sex, although she was finding it very difficult with him.

She was very stubborn and insipid, and the clients would complain immediately.

"Sweeter, be sweeter and suck with more interest or I'll be forced to hit you, woman."

Isabela held onto her boss's thighs as she continued to suck and lick his penis. She wanted to cry, but she held back because she didn't want him to hit her again.

"Ohhhh! Yes, almost there, almost there, baby..."

Vittorio grabs her neck and part of her brown hair tightly when he feels he is about to ejaculate. He bites his lips and with his free hand grabs the young woman by the chin, pressing his thumb roughly against her lips just as he feels himself coming.

"Fuck..." he gasped loudly as his semen shot out and went straight into her mouth.

He opens his lips and that's when he grabs his cock at the base, massages it a little, and lowers his face to see the last drops of the whitish liquid fall into her mouth.

The blond closes her lips as he smiles mischievously, then slides the tip of his cock over her closed lips. He smears her a little with his semen as he looks into Isabella's eyes.

"Swallow it all!" Defiling her was the best job he could have, he smiles wickedly while his eyes convey warning and threat.