Catherine   As the end of the meal closes in I remember that I have to ask Mr. Peccati about Herman Johnson.   “Yes. Of course I will approve of him seeing a specialist. He has been a faithful member since his youth. He started working for us under my grandfather's regime.” I make a face of dislike and Mr. Peccati chuckles at me. “What? Did you think an old kind man just happened to live on the family's premises without being a member? Mr. Johnson, or big Johnsy as we call him, started as an errand boy when he was fourteen. When he hit thirty he had climbed up to collector and by fifty he was working as a manager of our brothels. That was before he got sick.”   I stare down at my plate in disgust. Sure I figured that even Mr. Johnson had something to do with all thi

Warning! Contains physical and sexual abuse!   Catherine   “These are from my personal collection. I wanted to use them instead of the dirty tools we have for other occasions.” He picks up a leather whip and looks in my direction. “This position is not ideal but I will have to make due until I have time to adjust this room to my liking or when I decide to use my playroom.” He moves up to me and places the whip against the outside of my thigh. “This is a switch. It is flexible and gives a nice sting.” He flexes his hand and the whip slaps against me. Not especially hard and I manage to hold in any sound. At that he smiles wider at me.   “I see that you have a bit of resistance to pain. That is good to know and suits me just fine. I like to be rough and not hold back.” This time h

Catherine   My whole body hurts as I wake up. Every muscle object as I roll over to look at the time. My mind is kind of fuzzy about what happened yesterday after he whipped me. I kind of remember him touching me inappropriately and forcing me to allow him. He kept going even when I begged him to stop after he brought me to an orgasm.    I feel my stomach turn and I stumble as fast as I can out of the bed towards the bathroom. I don’t make it before the contents of my stomach decide to empty itself all over the floor. There is not much so I mostly dry heave. When the cramps finally die down I curl up in a tight ball on the floor and cry. I cry out of embarrassment at what I allowed him to do. I cry for the loss of the last ounce of dignity I had. I cry out of anger and regret.  

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 It 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.