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"Corset now," came the order, and when she baulked at removing almost her last protection, he gave some unintelligible order to his men, who seized her by the arms, while one sliced through the lacing of her stays, and all roared their laughter as the boned carapace fell to the track, leaving her standing only in her shift, but not for long. Terrified now, she watched the man with the knife approach her from the front, and slide the cold steel blade down the valley of her breasts, but not to rend her, only her last garment, which he ripped from top to hem before his fellows pulled it off her altogether. Their admiring stares at her exposed bosom turned to murmurs of surprise at the tracks still visible across her breasts, and she flinched as a rough finger traced the fading spoor.
Completely naked she stood, pinioned by one brigand, while his fellow tied her wrists cruelly tight behind her. At the leader`s direction, the fourth man was gathering her discarded clothing and tying it into a bundle. She hoped the references she caught to Petraverdi and ransom meant that their object was kidnapping, rather than murder, but was very aware that neither possibility ruled out rape as a preliminary.
Taking the free end of the rope that tied her hands behind her, the leader passed it between her legs add gave it a vicious tug. The harsh cord bit into her female parts, driving her up onto her toes to a burst of guffaws from his men. She had no option but to follow where he led.
She stumbled after him for a few hundred yards around a bend in the track, to where four mules stood at a widening in the defile, where a knot of trees grew. The man with the bundle of her clothing mounted a mule and rode off down the track. Arabella took this as a good sign, since it seemed likely that the clothing was designed both to provide proof that they did, indeed, have her in their power, and also add a threat as to the abuse she was open to, if ransom was not forthcoming.
The other three also mounted, but set off up the track. Arabella, perforce, obliged to follow as best she could in her bare feet on stony track, her bound wrists unbalancing her, to say nothing of the intermittent sawing of the rope in her vulva.
They climbed for twenty minutes or so, the path much steeper now, and the sharp stones cutting her tender feet, until they came out onto a small plateau, a mere shelf on the way to the real mountains, but with some thickets of trees, even at this height, and covered in grass.
They tethered the mules in a thicket and gathered round her.
"We wait here for our messenger to deliver your clothes, and then we move on. To pass the time, you will entertain us. First you will sing, then you will dance, and then you will make love to all of us. Toni can have his share when he gets back, before we move on into the hills."
"You cannot make me sing or dance," said Arabella defiantly, " and, if you try to rape me, the Count will have you hung by your balls until they pull off."
"Ah ha, a little spirit now, Lady," the leader grinned, "well, we will see," and he seized a delicate pink nipple in each horny finger and thumb. As he twisted and squeezed the tender buds, Arabella screeched and rose, quivering, on her toes.
"I like the music very much, so we`ll have a few more choruses."
For five minutes he kept her on her toes, stamping her feet, trying to wrench her abused teats from the relentless vice of his fingers, and, all the time, she mewled and keened in her agony. When he let her go, she fell to her knees and sobbed in humiliation at her defeat.
They made her dance for them with the vicious nettles that grew in that place. They stood around her and laid them on her most tender parts until she hopped and flinched. When they had tired of the sport, they pegged her out on her back, her hands still cruelly tied behind her, and now, not only making her position intensely uncomfortable, but also raising up her belly and pelvis to offer them more openly to the rape to come.




As she lay in agony and apprehension, an altercation broke out among the men. Even in the vile patois, it was clear that they were arguing over who should have her first. Eventually the leader asserted his claim to the first entry into her belly, while the others agreed to a toss of a coin to decide who should penetrate her next.
The matter being settled, a man crouched either side of her, grabbing a breast, while the leader knelt between her thighs, unbuckling his belt and extracting an erect and menacing penis. He leaned forward to aim it at her reluctant opening, and she spat in his leering face. As the gobbet of spittle touched his forehead, it seemed to lift him backwards, off her and away. A split second later the sound of the shot caught up the bullet, just as one of the men at her breasts spun away to lie still on the grass. The third man leapt to his feet, but had only taken two strides before he too was still.
Quick hands freed her from her bonds, and raised her up. A soft cape covered her nakedness, and a flask was held to her lips. She leaned against her rescuers, and drank deep.
Two hours later, bathed, fed, dressed and recovered, Arabella stood before Carlo`s massive table he used as a desk for his estate business.
"I`ve come to thank you for sending my rescuers. How did you know where to find me?" she asked
"I didn`t. I went to enquire after you, and Julietta told me you`d gone out alone, and she was worried that you appeared heedless of my warnings about the dangers in these parts."
"I know better now, Carlo," she said, humbly.
"I hope so. Anyway, I was very concerned, and sent out pairs of men in the most likely directions you might have taken. Giovanni and Julio happened to follow the stream, but when they got to the entrance to the defile they were convinced that even a foolish Englishwoman would not be so deluded as to go up thereunescorted."
Arabella blushed and looked at the floor.
"Luckily, they had only just turned back when your horse came racing down the track, riderless. Of course, they set off immediately to find you, and half way up, came across this curious fellow with all your clothes in a bundle."
Another blush. Curiously, she felt uncomfortable that Carlo should know that she had been naked in front of those men.
"They persuaded the fellow to talk. I haven`t enquired how, but I gather that it will be a little while before he is fit enough for me to hang him. If those men had actually raped you, it would have been by the balls. As it is, I gather the neck will do."
She suppressed a desire to giggle hysterically. It seemed her empty threat to her would-be ravishers had not been so empty after all. She was glad Carlo knew she had not actually been penetrated.
"So that was more or less that. When they got to the plateau, your admirers were so taken up with your beautiful body that my men were able to come within yards of them. For two experienced hunters, the rest was easy."
"I`m truly sorry for all the trouble I`ve caused, Carlo, and very grateful to you for pulling me back from disaster. It`s almost as if you tugged on those reins you spoke of, and got me back."
Carlo regarded her sternly.
"Yes, you should be sorry. Your recklessness caused all of us, not least myself, great heartache, and the men spent many hours scouring the country, long after you`d been found. As to the reins, you may be right, and perhaps they should be made tighter."
He held her eyes with his.
"Do you also remember what I said went with the reins?"
She returned his gaze.
"Yes,"she said, "I remember."
"I have no engagements after supper, and will be here up to midnight."
She lowered her gaze to the floor again.
"I understand," she said, in a low voice.
Back in Julietta`s room, she found her friend gloomily awaiting supper.
Arabella tried to make amends.
"I`m sorry I ignored your good advice this morning.




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