a show

KATALINA 

My pee was scalding. But the more it came out, the more itchy I felt. I didn't want to touch it, but it felt so good. I couldn't stop the moans and gasps that came out of my mouth. 

“Felt good, right?" He chuckled once I was down peeing. 

Looking down with shame, I stood up and gingerly stepped out of the wet patch on the floor. 

“Touch it." 

“What?" My head snapped up. He wanted me to touch my pee? Why? 

“You feel itchy, don't you? Touch it." 

My eyes widened in realization. There was no way I was doing that in front of him. I needed to beat whatever drug he fed me. 

“I will make you clean the floor with your mouth if you don't touch it, right now." He growled. 

He suddenly grabbed my hair and hit the back of my knees with his leg. My knees folded forward, and I fell on my knees. It was so fast that my face was inches away from the pee before I realized what was happening. 

“I will do it! I will do it!" I gasped as fear overwhelmed me. 

“Good girl." He let my hair go and stepped back. “Sit on your thighs, spread your legs out, and start touching yourself.” 

Swallowing hard, I followed his instructions. 

Feeling humiliated, I slipped my hand into my panty and felt my pussy. It was wet and sticky. The moment my hand touched my clitoris, it felt so good that I had to clench my jaws to stop the moan that rose in my throat. I am always horny on my periods, but it felt multiple times hornier than I had ever felt. I caught my hard and sensitive clit between two fingers and started rubbing it. I sucked in my lips, trying to stifle the moans.

“Relax and enjoy yourself. It's just the two of us.” 

Huracio's hot breath hit my neck and his words loosened the knot in my chest. With a mind clouded with building pleasure, his words seemed reasonable. 

Why should I hold back when it feels this good?

“Good girl.”

I felt an unprecedented need to thrust my waist and just did it. The itch inside me grew more urgent. I knew I needed a dick. I wanted it so much. I have resisted having sex for so long, believing that the first time should be special. But at this moment, I didn't care. I just wanted to be fucked senseless. It was the only way to scratch this itch. 

From afar, I heard Huracio mumbling something. Then I heard the door clicking. Lifting my head I saw three bulky men walking in. One of them was pushing a wheelchair. 

I could hear and see them, but it didn't matter to me. I just kept fingering myself. 

“KATALINA!" 

Kelvin's voice, filled with anguish, and rage, pierced the wall of foggy desires that was smothering my brain. 

My eyes cleared instantly. 

Right in front of me was Kelvin, bonded to a wheelchair with thick ropes. Three men including the one from last night were standing behind him. His face was covered with bruises, and there was murder in his eyes. Something told me that if he should be let loose I wouldn't stand a chance. 

“Wha-what is going on?" I stuttered as both dread and chills engulfed me.  

Averting my eyes in shame, they landed on the secretary. She was holding a rag.  

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HURACIO 

Couldn't believe it took her this long to get out of control. Either the aphrodisiac was weakened, or she was mentally strong. Either way, it was a matter of time and I had lots of it.  

When I called Kelvin in, she was at the point where she couldn't resist her body's urges anymore, therefore it was time to up the game. 

“Clean that up and leave," I said to my secretary, then waved the bodyguards off. 

Nodding, she quickly wiped off the pee on the floor and hurried out with them. 

“Huracio, I… you promised not to hurt him.” Katalina whimpered as tears started cascading down her cheeks. She was wiggling and struggling to stand straight at the same time. 

So cute. 

I chuckled and walked over to Kelvin. His eyes were bulging and his hands were clenched tightly, so tight that they had turned red. 

“No, I didn't." 

“You… you sa…" 

“I didn't promise not to hurt him. I promised not to kill him. Does he look dead?" I asked sarcastically.  

"Then, why is he here? Why are you doing this?”

"Isn't it obvious? You were slutty for him last night. Now it's my turn. He should be grateful I made him the sole audience. It's your last performance for him.” 

Confusion flickered in the depth of her hazy eyes. They were wet, gloomy, and dilated. I knew she was struggling to stay clear-headed, and I would like to see how long she can maintain her decorum.

I walked over and started stroking her hair. I let my hand slide down her neck, then trail the nape, applying a little pressure. Each touch got her shrinking and shivering. She closed her eyes and a series of soft, agonized moans escaped her lips. 

“Don't ever close your eyes when I am touching you, little slut.” I bent down and whispered into her ears. 

Her eyes snapped open. Staring into her eyes, all I saw was hate. I couldn't help but chuckle. Her eyes were too beautiful, bright, and foxy. 

I stepped away from her and stood behind Kelvin. 

“Isn't she beautiful?" I turned to him with a smug smile. 

“You are sick." He growled, struggled against the rope, then gave up. 

“Watch carefully and enjoy yourself. This will be her last show for you. This whore is mine now." 

"She is not a slut!” He grunted, clenching his fists tighter. 

“What sort of woman runs to fuck another man on her wedding night?” 

Though I pretended to be unbothered, I was pissed. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and snap it. But I also knew that keeping him alive was the only way to keep her in check. The more people she cares about, the easier it will be to control her. 

I brought him here to kill two birds with one stone. I will claim her in front of him, making sure he would never want her again. At the same time, I will use him to threaten her, making sure she stays obedient. The method hurt my pride but I couldn't think of any other way since killing him wasn't an option anymore. 

“Your punishment is to give him a show. Since it will be his last time seeing you, you have to put in your best effort, right?" I snorted, still trying to suppress my annoyance.