ASSASSINATED.
I woke up with a start and a sore throbbing pussy. I was spread eagle on the golden mattress laying in a sunbeam from the sky-light.
"It's usually the man who falls asleep." The Incorruptible sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a white suit, no tie, admiring the renovations he's done to my pussy.
"You bastard...how long was I asleep darling," I asked groggily.
"Just ten minutes Apassionata," he gave me his ironic smile.
"Why are you dressed darling."
"You're going to the Festival."
I was confused then I remembered I was supposed to be studying red neck traditions.
"I'll have to get a bath first."
"No, my seed will remain inside your orchid." He caressed one of my melons at the same time he stroked my belly with the palm of his other hand.
I need to start thinking with my head and stop thinking with my clit.
I looked into his steely eyes and purred, "Whatever you want darling."
I sat up and reached for my red lace panties on the floor.
"Allow me..." The Incorruptible picked up my panties and put first one hole then another over my hi-heeled feet. I stood up so he could pull my panties up to my waist. I stepped into my black skirt, showed him my ass and ask him to zipped it up. He did, slowly, as he caressed my bottom.
I'd noticed he was in still in his bare feet. I took my horn rimmed glasses from the table beside his bed, put them on, smiled and said, "You put your shoes on, I'll get my blouse."
I spun around, quickly went into the large-ish room, pulled my blouse off the lamb's wool chair, put it on (leaving the top three buttons undone), looked over my shoulder to see if I was in his line of sight (no), reached into my purse and took out my pistol, checked to see if the round was in the chamber (it was), turned the safety off, put the gun behind my back and walked into his bedroom.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed. With no shoes on.
I'll pulled out my gun.
He didn't so much as blink. He sat their stiller than a photograph of the Matterhorn.
"Such a waste; a true stallion, one of the best."
"One of?" That smile again. Even at the end. So brave. A real man.
I aimed my pistol with both hands. My hands didn't shake.
"Don Volpone sends his condolences." I pulled the trigger.
Click. No shot. He didn't flinch. He didn't move from his bed.
"I put a round in the chamber!" I pulled the trigger three times. I started to hyperventilate.
"What did you do to my gun!?"
"I didn't do anything to your gun." That SOB smile again.
I was paralyzed with fear.
"Who?"
"It's a mystery." I aimed and pulled the trigger nine times. Nine clicks. He stayed on his bed. I dropped the silenced pistol. It clattered on the hard wood floor.
"The Carabinieri will be here soon; I'm certain the judge will accept my sentencing recommendation that you get life."
"Life!"
"A woman who tries to assassinate a state policeman must be made an example."
"Italian justice is so corrupt and sexist!"
"Don't worry, a dish like you make make friends easily with the bull dykes in the Women's Pen; you're going to be eating a lot of pussy, I highly recommend it; I'll make sure your 'husband' will get a horse's cock strap-on so you can relive the best fuck of your life."
"I'll scratch your eyes out!" I lunged at his face with my claws.
***
That second night I was sitting on the right side of the purple canopy bed wearing the pink see-through nightie when the Grand Duke entered my room.
He stood in front of me with a big tent. Pursing his lips, arching his eyebrows he undid his belt and opened his silk night gown. I tried to look away from his huge ugly thing.
"Put it in your mouth," the Grand Duke ordered.
"Your Majesty?!"
"Suck it you little bitch!" No man had ever called me a bitch before now.
Cringing, giving his thing, which curved to the left, a sideways glance, squirming, I bent forward and reluctantly put my right hand under the big tip and opened my mouth and very very slowly put the veiny purple banana in my mouth. (I eventually in the future overcame my fear of big dicks.)
His skin is so soft, his thing is so hard, like algebra!
It popped out of my mouth.
"Do I have to keep sucking it?"
The Grand Duke took a stubby clear bottle out of his house coat. He threw his coat off. The bottle's red label said: Vlad's extra virgin olive oil.
"Yes you little bitch, until I tell you to stop."
I softly suckled the tip of his big ugly thing.
"Pull down the foreskin, like this."
"Oh!"
"Stop sucking; make a cup with your hands."
I made a gesture in front of the Grand Duke like a begging bowl. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured some olive oil into the "bowl"
"Oil up my cock."
I stroked the Grand Duke's cock from tip to balls. It felt good. I felt real good when he moaned.
"Very good." He quietly batted my hands away and grabbed one of my pillows and threw it on to middle of the bed.
"Lie face down with that pillow under your pussy."
After I quickly did what he told me to do he pulled my nightie up to my waist.
Then he slowly slid a oily finger into my bottom!
"Your Majesty! What are you doing to me?!"
"When I mounted your mother on your parents' wedding night and discovered she wasn't a virgin, I punished your father by forcing him to watch me fuck her in the ass!"
