Alessio
I 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
Warning! Contains rape!CatherineI stop resisting. There is no reason to keep trying. He has made up his mind and he won't bend, won’t change his decision. Why would he? He’s used to getting what he wants. No one ever dares to refuse him for fear of retaliation. I can only hope that Dr. Davies buys those pills for me to prevent pregnancy.His thrusts get rough and angry. He wants to punish me for refusing him, for denying him to own me. It hurts with the force he’s using but at the same time there is this sweet, wonderful pleasure. Every thrust stroke every inch of my inner walls, rubbing against all those spots that I have trouble finding on my own. He reaches between us to rub my clit and when he bites my nipple the sensation of pain and pleasure has my body
CatherineWhen I am done in the shower I dress in the fluffy robe that the maids always hang by the shower. Then I step out of the bathroom and freeze as my eyes fall on Mr. Peccati sitting leisurely on the couch dressed in only his trousers. I stare at him feeling both confused, irritated and anxious about his remaining presence in my room.“You’re still here?” I sound dumb, unintelligent, not especially smart as I state my question. His luscious lips curl up in a knowing smile.“Waiting for you, tesoro, so we can go to my room together.” I frown and cross my arms over my chest.“I’m not going to your room, Mr. Peccati. Just because y
CatherineI keep my eyes shut tightly and try to breathe as silently as possible. My ears strain to pick up any little noise around me. I hear Mr. Peccati exit the bathroom and turn off the light in there. His steps are light on the soft carpet and for a second I lose track of where he is. But soon the bedspread is lifted and the mattress dips as he climbs into the bed.“Come closer.” His low voice commands me when he has pulled the cover over himself.“I’m fine right where I am.” I say in a shaky voice. My whole body is shaking. I can’t control it or make it stop no matter how much I try to relax. I’m too frightened, too anxious about all of this. I know what he wants, I can imagine what goes through his mind, but at the sa
Eugene DaviesThe bass is coursing through me as I step through the doors of the bar. The smell of smoke and beer hangs heavily in the air. By the bar sits the regular drunks that always find their way here. They come for the cheap beer and liquor and the young tight asses that dance on the small dancefloor. Okay, so all of them might not be that young but with their heavy, cheap makeup it is impossible to see their right age. All of them look the same no matter if they are eighteen or forty five.Someone waves from a table in the back, next to the cramped dance floor. I wave back before gesturing toward the bar. The bartender is an old sleepy man with a pot belly and long gray hair tied in a ponytail. He has an obvious bald spot that he tries his best to hide with the thin gray hair.
CatherineThe light is shining through the large windows, disturbing my comfortable sleep. I moan and snuggle closer to the warmth that lies halfway beneath me. I rub my cheek against smooth skin covered with an even coat of dark hair. It feels rough but soft at the same time. A hand is lightly stroking up and down my spine before eventually taking a generous grip of my buttcheek. Another hand grips my thigh to raise it further up the lean body splayed beneath me. A body that now begins to move. Hips angle themselves to fit mine. The hand on my butt moves lower to rub my slick folds and I moan in my half sleep.Something hard lines up and pushes against my lower lips but it can’t enter me. It slips to rub along my folds and I moan again. It tries again to slip once more. I know what it wants and I want the same thing s
AlessioThere is a slight bounce to my step as me and Nino make our way towards the dungeon after breakfast. The thought of having Catherine again tonight, to have her sleep in my bed snuggled up against my body has contentment racing through my body. I never could have hoped for her to be this perfect, but she is. Her large breast, the slight dip in her waist, those generous hips and ass and lets not forget that tight cunt. So perfect, wet and warm. And responsive. I don’t have to put in a lot of effort to have her squeezing me like no tomorrow.I have fucked a lot of different women. I can have a new one every week if I like but usually refrain from that. I only choose a girl when I have to attend some gala or some shit like that. All of them are of course beautiful, according to society's standards, with slim build,
CatherineThe hospital wing is empty when I arrive after breakfast. Since Dr. Davies is off today I will be alone, except for the people renovating the premises and of course my eternal shadow, Pierto. The builders have yet to arrive so I make my way to the office with a deep sigh.To work at this private hospital, if I can call it that? It’s more of a general practice or maybe unit or something. But they all call this part of the mansion the hospital wing. Anyway, it is very slow from what I’m used to. The ER of a medium sized hospital is fast paced and hectic. A lot of things happen and there are always patients coming in with more or less serious injuries.Here I have to sit and roll my thumbs and wait for someone to arrive with fever or stomach
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