Alessio
Fuck! She gets me hard every time I see her. I need to take her again. When I open the door to my office I am met with the eyes of both Franco and Nino. Franco is leaning against my desk while Nino is sitting on the couch flicking a butterfly knife open and closed. I feel Catherine relaxing slightly in my grip, which makes me grin at my brothers.
“It seems like we will have an audience for your punishment.” I haul her to my desk and now she is struggling harder than before.
“No. Please Alessio. Don’t do this.” Her pleading arouses me even more. When we reach my desk Franco steps away and sits down on the couch next to Nino. I push her down over the desk with her ass turned to Franco and Nino. Grabbing her hands I use a string I have lying on the desk t
Catherine I have to get out of here. Quickly! But how? How will I be able to escape when Pierto is constantly following me? When Alessio has every guard and employee under his thumb? No one will help me. No one dares. It’s either their and their families lives or mine. I would probably choose my family as well. But even though their choices are understandable it still hurts to know that no one here is good enough to take a stranger’s side and help. Then there is the reason I have to get out as quickly as possible. Sure I am worried about my health and mental status, but what worries me the most is the fact that I like it. I like the way he fucks me. I liked it when he lent me out to Franco and Nino. Nino, who I thought was the kind and gentle one of them but he’s just the same. It never occured to him to refuse raping me
Catherine So this is my life right now. I work in the clinic during the day and sometimes I get called out in the evenings as well. I have now been to the little society that is connected to the mansion. It has four three story apartment buildings and a few townhouses. There are approximately two hundred and fifty people living there, all belonging to the family. Then there are a few that live in the mansion as well. I like the people, I really do. They are all nice, kind and hard working. Everyone is doing their best to keep their community strong, functioning and companionable. When I go out to the community I have to bring at least two other guards. I am not trustworthy enough to leave the mansion with only Pierto in tow. I don’t really care all that much. I try to behave and not draw attention from the guards. I want
CatherinePregnant… I am pregnant… I have a fetus gorving in my uterus. Okay. That sounded awfully insentinent, but that is what I’m going for at the moment. I don’t want to think about it as a child. I don’t want the child! Right? My child.I place my hands on the lower part of my stomach. There is a new life growing there. Sure it is still very early and the chance, or risk, of miscarriege is still very high and something I wish for, right?I sigh and throw myself back on the bed. I have wanted a child for a long time. I want my mom to meet her grandchild before she dies. Not that she will know it’s her grandchild but still. But I wished that it wasn’t that man’s child. Alessio Peccati. The mafia king. A mons
AlessioI hate you.Her words are heavy in my heart. I can understand that she doesn’t love me. No one can love a man like me. But I never thought the word hate would hurt this much. She has said it before and I am sure she will say it again. But yesterday. There was something deeper. Something… I don’t know what. There was truth in the way she said it. Sorrow and longing in one.I spin my chair back and forth as I stare blankly at the glass of untouched whiskey in my hand. I have been hiding in my office for the better part of the morning. Sulking. That is what I’m doing. And I don’t sulk! I am Alessio fucking Peccati for crying out l
CatherineIt is another slow day at the clinic and I think I’m going mad. I sit at my desk with my head leaned in my hands staring at Dr. Davies as he plays games on his smartphone. I miss my own phone. If I had a phone I could play games as well. Not that I enjoy phone games that much. I wish I could have the internet on my own computer as well. But I am still not trusted with either. The times I need to use the net Pierto always stands behind me inspecting everything I do.Most of all I miss my job. My life. Vanessa and my mom. I have not been allowed to meet my mom since I came here. I asked Alessio about it but he refused me. He doesn’t want me off the premises. It’s not safe!
CatherineI have been working so hard to not act suspicious or anxious. The fact that I haven’t heard anything from Dr. Davies about how this is going down today doesn’t help at all. I know it is important that we don’t get caught. He is risking his own life to get me out of here. And so is Dr. Martin. I wonder what they will ask for in payment. I have money so I am sure I can pay them enough. But before all that I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from here. And I need to contact the police as well. Perhaps I can get help from them.I am just about to close up the clinic after another slow day. There has been a young family with their sick child and a few elderly in to get treatment but otherwise slow. Most days are slow with only a few sick people or someone with insomnia. Then there are thos
AlessioIt’s almost one o’clock as I plant my feet on the landing of my private quarters. I am dead tired and can’t wait to crawl into bed next to my Catherine. I have been wanting for her since I left the mansion to sort out some businesses.The mansion is eerily quiet and the landing is even more so. I narrow my gaze toward the chair that Carlos, a young man who’s still working to earn his position, is sitting in. He is slumped in the chair with a cap drawn low over his face. He’s never asleep on the job. He knows what it could lead to. I go up to him and jank the cap off his head. His head falls limply back but he doesn’t wake. I slap him hard over the face.“Carlos!” No reaction. He has been drugged and is out cold
This chapter contains grouprape!CatherineAt first they let me be. They toast and laugh amongst themselves, speaking about the conquests they’ve had before. Telling me about all the women they have charmed, drugged and raped for a whole night or a whole weekend. They tell me what they have planned for me as well. How they are going to take turns. How they are going to fuck every hole they can fit in. Every sick fantasy they can think of. I can only cry and beg them to let me be.“Elias. Please. We are colleagues. We had coffee together, and we went out for drinks. Why would you do this?” Tears are streaming out of my eyes as I look up at him. He sits down on the bed next to me and reaches out a hand to stroke my cheek.
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