Dance With The Sun

77 The first monastery they found hidden behind it's high stone wall, revealed nothing, as did the second and once again the boys returned to Rome still destitute and despondent. Hopelessness overcame the trio and in desperation one night the three of them took up an offer by a slow passing car to go to a villa where they would be fed and paid in exchange for certain favours. Hesitantly they decided that they had little option, but to take up the offer.

When they entered the front door of the unknown house they were faced by a woman and her two young male companions. The man who was only the messenger left the room and locked the door.

"Get your fucking clothes off and show us what we've got here."

In the situation the boys realised they had no other choice. They had thought they knew what was expected of them, so they did as the woman said, and within a second or two they each stood there naked but a little scared.

The woman around forty stood tall with long flowing red hair half masking her incredibly drawn white face.

Clothed in a full length heavy silk burgundy gown, she was flanked by the equally strange looking boys of about eighteen and twenty, who wore leather pants, fishnet tops, and heavy makeup outlining their callous features. All three had the eyes of those haunted and tortured over a long period of time, by an unknown quantity of drugs. Strait out of a B grade movie the villa was decorated as if it were the inside of a medieval warrior's castle. The severity of the furnishings and walls would have done De Sade proud.

"Very pretty but you had better harden up. I'm not paying you to stand around like drooping wilted flowers. I don't have all night."

Faced by the expectant stare of their hosts, it was Hans who worked up the courage to speak first.

"We're not sure what you want us to do."

"Me of course and the sons here."

"I'm sorry but we haven't had a bath for a few days."

"Good, I love the odour of the streets. Now get it up."

The boys began to stroke themselves and in time the three of them stood erect and now totally embarrassed.

This was not what they expected. The woman beckoned them to follow and they were led through a door where an enormous wood and iron bed stood in the middle of a candle-lit room. She lay in the middle of a mountain of cushions. Her sons crawled across the covering and undid the buttons of her dress that descended from her throat to her ankles. With a smile at their captives they pulled the material aside to display the full bony nakedness of their mother. Taking each wrist and ankle they then tied her with ropes to the black carved posts at each corner of the bed. As her breasts began to heave she watched as they undressed each other, fondling their bodies until they too were fully naked and aroused. Welts and bruises stood out on their buttocks, and by the smell that came from their unclothed bodies it was apparent that they too had not bathed for several days.

The hosts were either oblivious to, or excited by the stench of the windowless room that was beginning to make the boys feel ill.

"Come my beauties, But I warn you if you take advantage of this vulnerable woman her sons will take severe revenge. They will have no qualms of buggering you."

The boys stood where they were, too frightened to move. They were to be paid and it was not the first time, but this whole arrangement had the odour of a depravity that they had no desire to experience. They thought that sleeping with a lonely man for money, was one thing but being the captive entertainment for a very strange woman and her children was something else. The whole atmosphere reared up like a horrid reminder of the last days of Sunny's fall. Surely they too were not victims.