Catherine
Dr. Davies has been MIA the whole day. I have no idea where he has gone or what he might be doing. Not that I care that much. It feels like it’s easier to do my work without him sulking in the background. Right now I am emptying the first examination room to make room for new cupboards and all equipment.
Lugio has already been here to take measurements of the room and is now working on a skiss. He has been sitting in my temporary office since Dr. Davies’ office is such a mess. For the time being me and Pierto are moving everything into the personnel preparing room. When that’s done a few youngsters are coming in to clean and paint the new storage room.
On my way back for another load of things I see an older man in the reception are
AlessioI curse the polaks. I curse the chinese. Why the fuck are they trying to run behind my back doing small time businesses and petty crimes. They bring bad fortune to us all by getting caught in the generall areas. Now they are swamped with small-time cops trying to get ahead.I was supposed to meet with De’shaun to discuss the next shipment and their use of our turf when pimping, but the restaurant had at least six cops eating burgers and fries. When De’shaun walked in I had to wave him off like an errand boy. Thank God we have a good working relationship so he might not take offense. And then one of the pigs decided to show off his big balls and sit down with me.“So. What’s a hot shot like you doing in a dump like this, Mr. Peccati?&r
CatherineWhen I actually wish to see Mr. Peccati, he's not there! At least I can say that today's dinner was the most entertaining I have had since I came here. Franco is a fun guy and he loves to tell jokes and entertain. I heard stories about his, Nino’s and Mr. Peccati’s childhood and all the nuisance they used to cause their mothers.“And then Alessio came through the sidedoor, drenched in mud and Mrs. Peccati almost fainted.” I cover my mouth to keep the food from spraying all over the table as I laugh to the end of his story. Franco grins and throws an olive into his mouth and chews loudly.“Won’t Mr. Peccati be angry that you share stories about him like this?” I ask once the laughter dies down.
Catherine When the alarm rings on my bedside table I groan loudly. I fell asleep way too late yesterday and now I’m too tired to get up. Had I been at home I would just have slept in and choosen to eat a müsliebar instead. I’m not sure if Mr. Peccati will allow me to do that so I better get up and get ready. Pierto is waiting outside as usual when I’m exiting my room. I greet him with a mumbled good morning and then we walk to the dining hall, me in front and him following behind like my constant shadow. We are earlier than Mr. Peccati and Franco but the time is already five to eight so they should arrive any second. As I’m filling my plate a low, husky voice sounds close to my ear.
Catherine As the end of the meal closes in I remember that I have to ask Mr. Peccati about Herman Johnson. “Yes. Of course I will approve of him seeing a specialist. He has been a faithful member since his youth. He started working for us under my grandfather's regime.” I make a face of dislike and Mr. Peccati chuckles at me. “What? Did you think an old kind man just happened to live on the family's premises without being a member? Mr. Johnson, or big Johnsy as we call him, started as an errand boy when he was fourteen. When he hit thirty he had climbed up to collector and by fifty he was working as a manager of our brothels. That was before he got sick.” I stare down at my plate in disgust. Sure I figured that even Mr. Johnson had something to do with all thi
Waring! This chapter is the start of Alessio’s first physical and sexual abuse of Catherine. Catherine The excitement and satisfaction in his voice and eyes has my blood turning ice cold in my veins. In my anger and need to show my displeasure I somehow forgot the fact that Mr. Peccati seems to thrive on fear and harming other people. He enjoys seeing other people’s fear and pain and to know he is the cause for it. “Well then. Let’s get started.” He says and pushes out his chair. Panic swirls in my chest and I frantically search for a reason to stall. My eyes travel over to Franco and Nino. Both are wearing a hard and closed off expression on their faces but I can see a hint of discontent in Franco’s eyes. “I st
Warning! Contains physical and sexual abuse! Catherine “These are from my personal collection. I wanted to use them instead of the dirty tools we have for other occasions.” He picks up a leather whip and looks in my direction. “This position is not ideal but I will have to make due until I have time to adjust this room to my liking or when I decide to use my playroom.” He moves up to me and places the whip against the outside of my thigh. “This is a switch. It is flexible and gives a nice sting.” He flexes his hand and the whip slaps against me. Not especially hard and I manage to hold in any sound. At that he smiles wider at me. “I see that you have a bit of resistance to pain. That is good to know and suits me just fine. I like to be rough and not hold back.” This time h
Alessio Who would have thought that Dr. Catherine Ross would be a pain junkie? Who would have thought that she would be so beautiful and perfect for me? Her bad self esteem is a bit of a turnoff, but that I can fix. With praise and appreciation she will soon learn to be more confident in her body. On the other hand her confidence in her line of work is a major turn on, as well as her defiant behavior. Of course I will have her sweet and submissive once I’m done with her, but that will only be towards me. I will still want to see that defiant and independent persona towards others. It will be a requirement when she becomes Mrs. Peccati. I can’t have my wife giving in to every other man or woman that comes our way.
Catherine My whole body hurts as I wake up. Every muscle object as I roll over to look at the time. My mind is kind of fuzzy about what happened yesterday after he whipped me. I kind of remember him touching me inappropriately and forcing me to allow him. He kept going even when I begged him to stop after he brought me to an orgasm. I feel my stomach turn and I stumble as fast as I can out of the bed towards the bathroom. I don’t make it before the contents of my stomach decide to empty itself all over the floor. There is not much so I mostly dry heave. When the cramps finally die down I curl up in a tight ball on the floor and cry. I cry out of embarrassment at what I allowed him to do. I cry for the loss of the last ounce of dignity I had. I cry out of anger and regret.
CatherineLife pretty much fell into some kind of regularity after that. I went back to working in the clinic, which had been closed during my absence. All the people were really happy to have me back and in the first few weeks they showed up at the clinic with small and often made up medical conditions. I was sad to see a few of my more regular patients from before had passed away. Of course I wasn’t that surprised about it seeing what their medical condition and age was when I left, but I felt sad that I wasn’t there to take care of them during their last days. There are also a lot of new small patients, among them an adorable daughter to the troublemaker George. He is now an enforcer for Alessio.I found out that my own mother passed away a few months after I ran away. Alessio arranged for a beautiful funeral
CatherineLate in the evening, after Nick is asleep, me, Alessio, Franco and Nino meet up in mine and Alessio’s room. I know what will be discussed and I plan on putting a stop to their plans. I sit with arms and legs crossed on a stuffed armchair and glare at the three men in front of me.“No!”“You don’t really have a say in this, tesoro.” Alesso frowns at me with his own arms crossed over his chest. “I am the one in charge here.”“It is my body!” I stand up and point at myself. “I am in charge of my own body!&rd
CatherineAfter they are done with their aftercare of me, Alessio tells me that my punishment is over. He has brought a robe which he wraps me in and then he carries me back to our room instead of leaving me down in the dungeon. When we pass through the corridor on his private wing I see little letters on a door next to ours.NicholasI reach out a hand and Alessio stops to allow me to touch the letters.“He is already asleep. He has missed you a lot these past few days but he has been so brave and strong. You raised a good little boy.” Alessio murmurs against my hair. I nod my head since my voice won’t be useful for speaking. “You can meet him tomorrow. He will likely want
CatherineI honestly don’t know how many days have passed since I came here. Alessio, Nino and Franco comes and takes me to the “torture” room on a regular basis. Nino and Franco even come alone from time to time. Sometimes they let me rest in between in my “bedroom” and other times they leave me strapped on one of the contraptions only to check in and fuck me before leving me again. It feels strange that Franco and Nino can use me without Alessio’s presence but at least I am thankful that Alessio hasn’t let anyone else use me.Right now I am strapped in a sex swing, dripping of Franco’s cum. He was by a short while ago, fucking me like no tomorrow. I came. Of course, I came. I always cum. I truly am sick in my head with how much I enjoy this. At least I don’t panic every
AlessioShe refuses to agree to stay with me. She is ready to run once again if a chance appears. How do I change her feelings about being here?‘If you give me a reason to stay. If you let me live a life worth living.’Any life where she is with me is worth living. All I need is her, and of course Nicholas.‘No abuse. No rape.’How can she classify this as rape? As abuse? She absolutely loves it. She loves the pain and she definitely loves my cock.I drag my hand through my hair as I stare blankly down at all the tools in front of me. My ang
CatherineAre you ready? No! I don’t think I am. How can I be ready for whatever sick torment he has planned? He turns towards the table filled with tools of both pleasure and pain. Whips, switches, paddles, dildos, butt plugs, clamps and so much more. Every little thing he loves to use on me to make me scream, cry and beg for mercy and release. He takes his time as he gently touches the tools one after the other until he picks up a large hunting knife. The blood in my veins freeze to ice as I look at the deadly weapon in his hand.“Aah. Such fond memories.” He steps close to me and holds the knife in front of my face so I can see it better. “Do you remember, Catherine? Do you remember the first time I had you hanging from the ceiling here in the dungeon
CatherineI can’t keep the shiver away as his words register in my head. Time for the punishment! A punishment I will most certainly hate but at the same time love. I had hoped to stall the punishment. Maybe behave exemplary to make sure that the punishment wouldn’t end up too harsh. Too bad I panicked and tried to run. What makes it even worse is the fact that I knocked Alessio in the face with the back of my head and split his lip. He has cleaned off the blood now, but the scab on the lip and swelling is still very visible.He steps towards me and I flinch back against the wall. I press my back so hard against the concrete as if I wished it could swallow me. And I wished it could. I wished it could take me away from here, mak
AlessioWhen I enter Nicholas’ room I am met with the loud cries of a frightened boy. Bianca is holding him in her arms as she rocks back and forth and sings softly in italian. Her eyes lift to meet mine as she hears the door close behind me. They are filled with anger and concern.“Mommy!” Nicholas cries out loudly and Bianca hushes him.“Mommy will be fine. A doctor is going to take a look at her.” I walk over to the couch they are sitting on. Nicholas notices me as I sit down next to them and I reach out my hand to stroke over his soft black hair.“Where is mommy?”“S
CatherineThe mansion looks and feels like it did all those years ago. It is still beautiful, luxurious and scary. It is a jail and will always be a jail for me. A place where I am not allowed to move around freely or leave when I feel like it. Every step I take further inside squeezes harder around my chest. It feels like I can’t breathe. Like I can’t move.Nick is running up ahead of me, excited about the big house, the beautiful furnishing and artwork. And the grand staircase. He touches the railing, runs up a few steps and jumps down again and does a roll on the soft carpet. I want to tell him that the carpet is dirty but my voice won’t work. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. And nothing comes in. I can’t breathe. The panic rises as I watch Alessio jump down the stairs together with Nick. No