Eugene Davies
The 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
AlessioWhen my phone rings and the ID spells Pierto my heart jerks in my chest and my stomach plummets to the ground. There are a few reasons I can see him calling me about. One is that Catherine has disappeared, which is unlikely on his watch. Another is that she is misbehaving. But the one that has me nauseous is if she is sick or hurt in any way. I scold my face to be neutral and my voice void of any emotion.“Yes.”“Dr. Ross has been taking diazepam. That is what made her disoriented and slow yesterday. She took another pill just now. I have confiscated the pills from the pharmacy cabinet for now.” I remain silent even though I feel the anger simmering inside me. “It is to calm and reduce anxiety. She has not been prescribed the dr
CatherineI shift nervously from foot to foot outside of Dr. Davies’ room. He has a room in the mansion just like I do. Or like I did. According to Pierto I am to move into Mr. Peccati’s room instantaneously. Pierto is standing behind me with his arms crossed over his chest and a disapproving look on his face. He was not pleased when I asked him to take me to Dr. Davies. I glance back at him with irritation.“Do you mind?” I ask him and motion with my eyes for him to give me some privacy.“Mr. Peccati would insist on me being this close if he knew you went to another man’s room. I don’t think he will be pleased that you are here despite my presence.” I bite my lip and think if it would be better to wait with this until
CatherineMy whole body hurts as I wake up the next morning. The punishment I got for taking medicine and my intention to take an emergency birth control pill were… Intense, for a lack of a better word.It turns out Mr. Peccati, or Alessio, which I am to call him at all times, has a secret sexdungeon. Not in the dungeon though. It is located adjourning to his room but with an extra door that comes straight from the corridor. It is a dark room with maroon coloured walls, black tiled floor, dark wooden furniture with details in black leather, silk and metal studs and chains. The windows were draped with black curtain that blocked out all natural light so the only light were the dim ones on the walls or the spots focusing on different torture contraptions.And t
AlessioI was furious when I found out she intended to prevent me from getting her pregnant. I suspected that she would try something. Too bad for her, she sucks at lying. Then again, I am a genius when it comes to finding out secrets and interrogating people. Her naive and innocent persona can never hold up against me. I smile to myself as I throw a glance at my future wife sitting beside me at the breakfast table. She is picking around at the food on her plate without actually eating anything. A frown falls to my lips.“You have to eat or you will get sick.” Her hand freezes in mid-picking and her eyes look up at me in shock. I nod at her plate. “You can’t just push around the food. You have to put it in your mouth, chew and swallow.” Her eyes narrow with anger at my mocking and scornful tone.
Catherine I glance up at Dr. Davies when I am sure that Alessio is gone. He is staring with empty eyes at the screen of his computer. “I’m sorry.” I murmur and he turns his large fearful eyes towards me. His face is ashen with a slight green tint, or it might be the light from the screen making him look green. “I didn’t think he would find out.” “He always finds out!” His paleness disappears beneath a red flush of anger. “I knew he would so I decided to not buy them for you. I will not risk my life for yours, Dr. Ross. Never ask me to do anything like that, ever again! I will not do it!” I hang my head in shame. I did not mean for him to risk his life. I really didn’t think Alessio would find out. I blink my eyes furiously against the tears that well up. I rea
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