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  “I don’t know how to thank you,” Catia said.

  “Don’t. You disobeyed me in that bathroom. Don’t think I will overlook that.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Strangely, she did not want him to overlook it. She wanted him to be strong, even brutal, so powerful was her submissive passion for the man.

  In fact, she had the distinct impression that if he were to claim her sexually, she would not be able to resist falling in love with him.

  The idea terrified and aroused her. The arousal spoke for itself, the terror had to do with Ulexi. What would happen to her devotion to the man, supposedly eternal?

  Could she be the slave of two men at the same time? As an owned, exploited woman, her heart and soul free for the asking...did she have any choice?

  Chapter Nine

  Signor Mastrantonio stayed in the shadows. She saw his outline, the shine of his shoes and a plume of smoke from the cigar he was smoking.

  He was sitting in a chair, in the back of the living room of his hotel suite. Catia moved forward, trying to remember Giovanni’s instructions, delivered to her in the hallway.

  “You must never turn your back to him. Walk sideways or backwards only. You will sit yourself on the edge of the bed, facing him. You will speak when spoken to. You will not question a word he says, play along with everything.”

  “You will not be coming in with me?”

  “Of course not, you foolish girl.” He opened the door with a key. “This part is between you and him.”

  “Kiss me for luck?”

  “You are truly insolent, you know that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do not keep him waiting.”

  “What of my punishment?”

  “After.”

  Catia’s skirt rustled. She was no longer in the clothes of the brunette. Giovanni had selected a long dress for her, off the shoulder, a gown of silver. Her hair was up on her head.

  “This is what Mia wears,” he’d explained. “Sometimes.”

  Signor Mastroantonio did not move. He was a statue. The blood pounded in her veins. Where was the bed? She dared not turn her head too far to the left or right. Oh, why did it have to be so dark?

  She bumped the mattress, quickly moving to sit down.

  “Hello, Mia.”

  “H—hello,” she replied. The man’s accent was rich, more pronounced than Giovanni’s. Not being able to see his face or the expression on it made her more than a little nervous.

  “You didn’t expect me to be waiting up, did you?”

  “N—no.” Oh, god let her give the right answers. She’d asked Giovanni for clues but he said that would ruin the spontaneity.

  What spontaneity? She wondered. The script was written, only she had no copy.

  “Did you have a good time, with your friends?”

  She hesitated.

  “Don’t be shy, I know you did.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “See? Was that so hard?”

  “No.”

  “Tell me again, who you were with?”

  “M—my friends?” she repeated his words.

  “Ah, yes. And which ones was it, exactly?”

  Now what?

  “Sally, perhaps?” he supplied her. “Or Wendy?”

  “Yes, both of them.”

  “But Sally is away in Europe, isn’t she?”

  “I—I guess so.”

  “Mia, are you lying to me?”

  “I don’t mean to lie.”

  “Really, Mia? Buy you’re so good at it.”

  Catia swallowed.

  He laughed. “Oh, I suppose I shouldn’t play with you. Not when I have you dead to rights.”

  “Y—you do?”

  “Yes, Darling. I know about Hector.”

  She opted for a judicious silence.

  “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Or is it still sore from licking Hector’s prick?”

  Catia did not like where this was going. “I don’t know any Hector.”

  “Liar!” The boom in his voice brought her up short.

  “Forgive me, Signor Mastroantonio.”

  “Signor!? Is that how you address your husband now? You must be drunker than I thought.”

  “Forgive me...husband.”

  “Once I was your beloved Angelo.”

  “Angelo, yes, I do love you.”

  “You have a strange way of showing it. I’ll bet his stink is on you now.”

  “It isn’t.”

  “And his come, it’s inside your belly. Or did he shoot up your backside? Yes, I know about your anal flings. You told me you couldn’t bear a cock up there, didn’t you? Just one more lie.”

  “Angelo, I want to make things right.”

  “Of course you do,” he laughed. “We both know where you’ll end up if we don’t.”

  “I can make you happy,” Catia ventured. “Whatever you want.”

  “For starters, you can get off that bed. It’s our marital bed, and you pollute it with your whore’s body.”

  Catia stood up.

  “You can also remove the clothing I put on your back. You want to act like an animal, whore? You’ll be naked like one.”

  Catia removed the dress and all her undergarments.

  “Go and open the curtain, over there.”

  She went to the side wall, parting the heavy drapes. Moon light shone in, giving the room an eerie glow. Its rays did not reach far enough back to shine on Signor Mastroantonio’s chair.

  “Now you may look on the bed,” he said. “Tell me what you see.”

  Catia’s insides twisted, dark and hot. “A collar and a leash. Some clamps. A gag.” The latter item was black plastic, in the shape of an inverted penis. The collar was studded with fake jewels, the sort one put on a small dog.

  There were ankle and wrist straps, too, with hooks built in. Also a small plug, designed to fit in her anus.

  “Everything that you see on that bed, with the exception of the gag is to go on your body. Put it on, item by item, beginning with the leash and collar.”

  Catia attached the leather band to her throat. She felt hot, constricted, and needful. The chain hung provocatively between her breasts, all the way to her wet labia. She attached the wrist cuffs next, snug, oddly beautiful. She could be bound with them. The same with the ankle cuffs.

  She bent, exposing her ass and pussy. One, two, she strapped the leather on her ankles.

  Next came the clamps. They hurt worse than they looked. She winced.

  “They will hurt a lot more soon,” he promised.

  She grunted, trying to get the anal plug in. It might have been her nerves. Her anal canal was very tight. At last her body gave way. Accepting the invader.

  “How does that feel, Mia?”

  “Tight...”

  “You poor thing.” he laughed. “Fun and games are over,” he announced. “From now on, wifey, you will take whatever I want you to shove up there and you’ll say thank you.”

  “Yes, Angelo. Thank you.”

  “Squeeze your nipples, with the clamps on.”

  Catia cried out.

  “I’m going to hurt you like this,” he said. “All the time. Like you hurt me.”

  “Angelo, isn’t there a way...to be forgiven?”

  “I might forgive you,” he conceded. “But I will never forget. Under my chair, dear heart is a cane. You may come and retrieve it.”

  Catia began to walk toward him.

  “Mia,” he said disappointedly. “Is that how you approach the husband you have so greatly wronged?”

  She fell to her hands and knees. “Is this better?”

  “Almost...but I think you can be a little more servile, don’t you?”

  “But...the clamps,” she said, anticipating the agony of crawling on her belly.

  “Are you disagreeing with me?”

  Catia went to her stomach. Every instinct told her, game or not, this was a man who played for keeps. “No, Angelo.”

  “You may
come to me.”

  Catia slithered. The rug burned her stomach and breasts. She was sweating and breathless by the time she reached the chair.

  “Hello, my beauty.” He rubbed his shoe over her face.

  “Hello.”

  “Get the cane.”

  It was deceptively thin and light. She grabbed it in her hand and held it up.

  “There is also a blindfold under there,” he took the instrument of discipline from her. “Put it on.”

  Catia covered her eyes with the black mask.

  “Crawl across my lap. Feet and hands touching the floor.”

  Catia made a bridge. She sought to keep her dripping pussy from his crotch. Her ass was throbbing from the plug. She felt hot and cold at the same time.

  “Such modesty,” he laughed. “From a cheating whore.”

  The cane whooshed through the air. She shrieked, collapsing against his thigh. The butt plug felt like it was driving a foot inside her body.

  “That’s more like it, slut, now you can rub yourself to your heart’s content.”

  He hit her again. Catia had never felt such a burst of pain in her life. “Signor—Angelo, please, it hurts too much.”

  Her anus clutched and released at the plug. It owned her, just as the cane owned her backside and his voice owned her cringing soul.

  “What kind of sense of adventure is that?” he chided. “I thought you enjoyed kinky experiences. At least that’s what I hear.”

  “I don’t know...what you’re talking about,” she answered honestly.

  The blows rained down. “This won’t end until you are honest. You’ve been with a dozen men, a hundred, haven’t you?”

  “Yes,” she cried; anything to end the pain.

  “You take lovers every time I turn my back; you spread your legs for any filthy cock you can find. You swallow come by the bucket load, don’t you?”

  “Yes, oh god...yes...” Her ass was burning fire and each blow was another savage ripping open. Was she bleeding? Was her skin torn asunder?

  “I will whip you, I will beat you, I will thrash you,” he growled. “I will teach you to cheat.”

  “Yes, Angelo, I...I deserve it.”

  He had to stop. He was huffing and puffing. She could feel the rolls of fat from his stomach. This was a big man indeed.

  Catia seized her opportunity. “Thank you for teaching me, I am such a wayward slut, I want to be...good...may I...please you?” She slipped from his lap, kneeling between his legs. “Your cock...please conquer me with it, fuck my mouth.”

  Angelo drew the chain taut choking her. “Did I give you permission?”

  “No,” she gasped.

  He released her, she fell coughing to his feet. “Lick,” he commanded, lifting his shoe. He had to help direct her head.

  Catia’s tongue went to the bottom of his shoe. She cleaned the dust from the scuffed leather.

  “You’re not worthy of my cock, beloved. You are not worthy of any cock. You’ll get it from dildos, shoved in you until you scream for mercy, or you won’t get it at all.”

  He pulled her back up. “Lean forward,” he ordered. “I’m going to fuck your tits.”

  Catia felt him wrap his ham hands around the sides of her tits. It hurt like hell with the clamps on. He grunted, using her chest like a cunt. She felt dirty and sleazy, like an object not a person.

  Angelo’s cock swelled as he got ready to come. The tip of it jammed into her chest. Just before he exploded, he pushed her back. She felt the spray on her face.

  “Take it,” he said. “Take it like the bitch you are.”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  He pumped and pumped, covering her cheeks and chin and hair. When he was finished soiling her, he ordered her to crawl backwards on her knees. He didn’t tell her to stop until she backed into the bed.

  “Take the blindfold off.”

  Catia blinked her eyes. Angelo was back in the shadows. And she was...lost.

  “It’s time for your gag. Since you enjoy sucking other men’s dicks, it’s time I gave you a little treat at home. Maybe you’ll stay around a little longer for me now, eh?” He laughed at his own joke, cruel as it was.

  “Just a warning, it may not taste as good as your stable of studs.”

  He wasn’t kidding. The plastic was foul. Dry and oily at the same time. The gag fit deep in her throat. She almost choked. A part of her rebelled. But she knew it was no use. This man owned her tonight; he had paid more cash than she had seen in her whole entire life. Even Ulexi would be impressed with such a sum.

  Angelo would have his money’s worth, one way or the other.

  The gag had a buckle that fit behind her head. There was a set of leather straps. To her surprise, she felt a tiny padlock.

  He chuckled. “I was wondering when you would notice that. Go on, lock it. You won’t get that off until I decide.”

  Catia imprisoned herself as ordered.

  She feared for a moment she would not be able to breathe, but there was an air hole in the center of the gag. How considerate.

  “Let me hear you suck. Nice and loud. That’s a girl. Too bad this cock won’t squirt for you, eh?”

  Catia slurped at the invading presence. With every motion of her jaws, she felt the anal plug, working inside her, liquefying her body. Her poor, empty pussy screamed out. The only orifice unfilled and yet it alone was capable of supreme sexual reaction.

  “Would you like to play with yourself?” He read her mind. “I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. In fact, you are about to find yourself way too uncomfortable to think about pleasuring yourself. In the bathroom, I have a surprise for you. But first, I want you to do something for me. Under the bed, there, you will find another chain. Lock it around your waist, please.”

  Catia got on her hands and knees and felt underneath. The chain was cool to the touch. She pulled it out, like a snake. The metal was thin. She saw the tiny padlock at the end. The fit was snug. She pulled at the padlock. She had no key. This, too, was at Angelo’s discretion.

  “Very good. If you look closely now you will find two clips on the sides of the belt. Attach them to the rings on your wrist bracelets.”

  Catia managed the first one easily using her free hand. The second was much more difficult. She had to push down with her wrist while thrusting out her hip. At last she got it.

  Catia was helpless now. She could no longer take out the anal plug or remove the cock gag in her mouth. Nor could she take off the clamps.

  “Are you ready for your surprise?”

  She nodded yes.

  “In the bathroom, you will find your sleeping accommodations. Kindly crawl inside. Don’t worry about the door; I will tend to it later.”

  Catia almost forgot and turned her back as she left. At the last second, she remembered. She was a little unsteady, walking without her hands, the blood pumping in her head. She moved down the corridor, her shoulder sliding along the wall. She wasn’t sure when she could turn. She waited until her feet were on the bathroom tile.

  She gasped as she saw it.

  A cage.

  Large and gleaming silver. It must have been for some large breed of dog, but tonight its occupant would be human, and very female.

  How long would he keep her? Giovanni said only overnight. Though he had added the proviso “for now.”

  Catia got down on her knees, trying not to fall. Fitting through the small door was a challenge. She had to go face first, pushing her body along like an inch worm. The metal irritated her breasts. There wasn’t room to stretch out fully or to stand up. She settled for rolling herself into a ball, her head toward the back.

  She waited, tense.

  She didn’t think she would ever fall asleep, but she was so exhausted. At a certain point she remembered dreaming someone was standing over her, closing her cage. Then he put something inside her, a stick that made her moan and beg.

  He got her worked up over and over but didn’t let her come. Then he shut t
he lights off and left her alone.

  She called out Nadia’s name, having flashbacks of the Hole.

  But no one heard her say a word because of the cock gag.

  I’m not dreaming at all, she thought.

  And then Ulexi came to her, laughing. “Who says you’re not dreaming?”

  “Ulexi,” she cried. “You’re here to rescue me.”

  “Not yet,” he told her. “You haven’t suffered enough.”

  ***

  Giovanni took her out of the cage the next morning. Catia had no sense of time. She thought it was night time still. “Angelo,” she muttered, as he stood her up in the shower. “I didn’t mean to cheat on you.”

  “Signor Mastrantonio is gone,” he said. “It’s only you and me.”

  Catia didn’t believe him. “He’s in the other room. In his chair. You can’t see him. It’s too dark.”

  He turned the water on full blast, reviving her. “Get a hold of yourself, Catia.”

  “Giovanni,” she blubbered, spitting out water. “Is it really you?”

  “I am going to take you back to Sergei’s. But first...your punishment.”

  Catia remembered. “Yes, Giovanni.”

  He touched her sore nipples, where the clamps had been.

  She looked at him. He was bare-chested, wearing only his khakis. Such magnificent muscles, such a strong chest.

  “Signor Mastroantonio was pleased. He will give Sergei a bonus. You’ve done well.”

  “Thank you, Giovanni.”

  He flicked her clitoris. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

  “I would have preferred it was you.”

  “Kneel,” he ordered.

  Catia went down, the water splashing her head.

  “Turn. Face me.”

  She did so.

  He unzipped his pants. “Has a man ever done this to you?”

  “Fed me his cock?”

  “Don’t play stupid.”

  She swallowed, seeing that he was not hard. “No.”

  “You may close your mouth,” he said.

  “Yes...”

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  Catia took the first burst on her face, a warm, golden stream. It was piss. Punishment piss. Giovanni was thorough. He soaked her chest, her hair, and her thighs.