Alessio I 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! Catherine I 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

Catherine I 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

Catherine The 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

Catherine The 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