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
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.