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.
Catherine “Good morning, Catherine.” His use of my name sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “It would be rude to let you eat all on your own, so I am here to join you.” “That is very thoughtful of you, Mr. Peccati, but I can assure you I find no imprudence in taking my meal without your presence.” I say in a mocking tone and raise a challenging brow. His grin grows at my rude words and tone. “I really wouldn’t mind a repeat of yesterday evening. But I think your body needs to heal before you can take another whipping. Or maybe you feel ready for a repeat already?” I swallow tightly and avert my eyes to look down at my empty plate. “I didn’t think so.” I hear the door closing and the click of the lock turning before his steps take him over to me. He sits
Warning! Contains rape! Alessio Her milky white skin is marred with the lines from her whipping yesterday. They all have a soft pinkish red tint to them and some of them are still a bit swollen. Her big ass is sticking right up and her legs are tied out to the sides, leaving her pussy and anal open for anyone to see. No! Not anyone. For me to see. I will be the only one to ever see her like this. There are no traces of arousal on her dark pink folds, but that is going to change. A good spanking will have her dripping and begging me to take her. I remove my trousers and underwear. My cock is already semi hard. It has been in a constant state of semi hard since I took care of her yesterday. Not even jerking off one time last night and two times this morning has helped. The o
Catherine The door slams shut behind Mr. Peccati as he leaves the room in an angry hurry. He is irritated at me for some strange reason. Why would he be angry with me when it’s him that has done the bad. He raped me… He really did it! I can barely comprehend what just transpired. I feel sick. I feel disgusted and dirty. Stained and ruined for all eternity. I hurry out of the couch to go to the bathroom and throw up again but freeze once I’m standing. Something sticky and viscous is running down the inside of my leg. I look down and see the sticky white substance of his semen lightly streaked with red. The sight has my stomach cramping and I slap my hand over my mouth to try and contain anything that wants to come out and rush to the bathroom.
CatherineIt is long past lunch as I make my way down to the hospital wing with Pierto in tow. I missed lunch as well but I figured that Mr. Peccati wouldn’t mind. I had recently eaten the food Mrs. Marino had brought me and I still didn’t have full control over my feelings. I still don’t. It feels like I can break down and cry any minute but being out in public helps keep the tears at bay. I don’t want anyone to see me cry.Dr. Davies is in his office when I arrive. I can hear the sound of someone hammering and sawing in the newly appointed storage room so I go there first to see how it goes. A young man in his early twenties is deeply focused on his task in the messy room.“Hello.” I say loud and clear to make sure he hears me.
AlessioI have not gotten anything constructive done today. It didn’t even feel good to torture Gregor. He’s not far of dying now after days of torture and no food. I don’t even feel pleased that he’s dying. Instead I feel irritated, frustrated, wound up and furious. And all those emotions are directed at myself and some at Catherine.She cried. I fucked her, had her cumming so hard and she fucking cried! Fucking bitch! The disgust and hate in her eyes has me feeling restless and unsatisfied. I don’t really care if she hates me, not really. There is not much to love. But disgust. She’s disgusted by me and by the way she reacts. Because I know that she reacts positively to what I do. She fucking drips with arousal when I beat her.
Warning! Contains rape!Alessio“Please! Let go of me. Please don’t do this again.”“Be silent. I’m taking you back to your room.” I growl at her as I drag her through the corridors to her room. When we get there I place her on the bed and stand in front of her. She is crying and her body is shaking. Her eyes are shut tightly and her nose is running. “Stop crying!” I shout at her. She whimpers and flinches away from me, crawling up on the bed to the headboard.I grab her ankle and drag her towards me on her back. She kicks and screams. I grab the other ankle as well to prevent her from kicking me. Fuck! I might need to tie her up again. My trousers grow tight at that thoug
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