If You Love Me
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She thought they would rip her open.
“Hump it,” ordered the man in blue. “Climax or we’ll tear your cunt in two.”
Catia had no choice but to surrender to the device, thrusting her hips upward against it. Her cry of release was blood curdling, an orgasm set on the teeth of exquisite agony.
They held her mouth open as she surrendered in spasms to the invader. The electricity was back on, twisting her inside out. Everything in her screamed to get out of her jaws, but they were putting something back in her, making her swallow the sickening substance.
It was thick like oil and greasy. There were particles in it, granular. The bulk of it poured down her body, covering her breasts and oozing into her cunt.
It smelled rotten.
“Don’t worry, nothing fatal,” the man in red told her.
“I think she likes it,” said the man in blue.
“Well, she’ll get a steady diet, until she submits to us.”
“What...what’s in that?” she gurgled.
They named a few of the ingredients.
“No more,” she groaned. “I’ll tell you what you want.”
“You’ll have to beg for that privilege,” said the man in blue. “I’m afraid you kept us waiting too long.”
The man in red had a curling iron. He touched it to her arm, leaving it.
“P—lease,” she wailed. “I beg you let me tell you what I know.”
“Are you going to lie to us?”
“No, I swear it.”
“In that case,” he poured a bucket of fresh water over her head. “We’ll begin.”
***
Catia barely made it back to the rendezvous. She was so weak and exhausted. She felt nauseous. Worst of all, she was aroused. The brutal treatment had managed to excite her in spite of everything.
She saw Giovanni’s car.
Thank god.
She must warn him, about Ulexi. There was no telling what that maniac might do to Giovanni, simply because he had brought Catia back to confront him.
She would tell him to flee, to get back to the capital, to the protection of Angelo.
She would not go with him.
For Catia was incapable of leaving Ulexi again. The fact that he had had her tortured only confirmed her feelings. The ties of love were unbreakable. She had no reality without him.
She was dead to the world.
She would show him the ultimate meaning of love. To vanish like a ghost and come back.
Strange. No one was in the car. Had Giovanni gone looking for her? She was early, though, by fifteen minutes.
Her heart beat more quickly. There was another possibility here...
Approaching the car with caution she prepared to learn the truth. “Giovanni?” she called out. He was asleep in the car. She went in the passenger side to rouse him.
His body slumped. Where she touched him there was blood.
“Oh, god, not you, too.”
She looked around. Were Ulexi’s men here? She didn’t see anyone. Where would she go now? Who did she have left? Angelo? Ulexi might have the man killed before she got there. Maybe they would even follow her straight to him.
Catia had but one choice. And it was the one thing that made sense right along.
She must crawl back to Ulexi...to be taken in on his terms, no matter how brutal.
It was night fall by the time she made it back to the street corner where the men had tossed her out of their van.
No one was standing there, just a slim girl with black hair. She wore a halter top that barely covered her nipples. Her belly was pierced. She wore skin tight pants that came just below the knee. They were cut so low that Catia could see the top of her brown bush.
“What do you want?” demanded the girl, one foot propped on a lamp post. She was wearing cheap, worn out flip flops. The bracelets on her ankles looked like real gold, though.
“Do you know Ulexi?” Catia asked.
“What do you think this is?” The girl turned around and pulled down her pants. She wore no underwear. There were welts on her skin along with a mark, right in the middle of her shapely backside. Catia cringed, realizing it was burnt into place.
“Is that...”
“A brand? That’s right, sweetheart. No anesthetic either. Ulexi is a firm believer in keeping track of his belongings.”
Catia read the number 78-56. There was a black heart next to it. “What’s that symbol?”
“That’s his mark. I’m cunt 78-56 in his herd.”
“The black heart,” she whispered. “It can’t be.”
“What’s it to you?” The girl covered up.
“Ulexi once loved me. Because of me...his heart blackened.”
“Ulexi never loved anything but money.”
“He did. And it wasn’t so long ago.”
“You’re crazy,” said the girl. “And I shouldn’t be talking to you.”
“I won’t keep you. Do you have a name?”
“Ulexi calls me Catchaya...when I’m good.”
Catchaya meant sweet fuck. How could a girl live with such an identity? Then again Catia would gladly give up her own name for the lowest he might give to her.
“And when you aren’t good?”
Catchaya recited another name, less pleasant.
Catia had an idea. “Will Ulexi come by tonight?”
“He’ll want his collection. And I’m short, wouldn’t you know it.”
“So if I stay here I will see him.”
“Yes, but why would you want to?”
“I want to be owned by him.”
“What in hell for?”
“Because he already has my heart. He must have my body.”
The woman scoffed. “Ever been branded? Ever slept in a cage?”
One out of two wasn’t bad...
“Oh, fuck,” said Sweet Fuck. “That’s him.”
The sports car whooshed past on the other side of the road. Angry eyes glared at them. The car did a u-turn, forcing others to slam on their brakes. A moment later he was in front of them, his right tires on the sidewalk.
“Master,” said Catchaya. The girl went to her knees, pressing her head to the concrete.
Ulexi ignored her for the moment. “Catia. What the hell are you doing?”
“I wanted to see you again.”
“I warned you not to.”
“I will pay the price, Ulexi. Let me bear your brand. Treat me as the lowest of the low, only give me that sweet mark to complete me.”
“I have enough street cunts.”
“Not like me. I am good.” Catia lifted her dress, shameless in public. “I will do anything. You’ve always known that about me.”
“It’s not like before. I’m not that man.”
“And I am not that woman. I am strong enough to handle it.”
He noted the marks on her thighs from the torture. “They did a good job on you.”
“You can do it every day if you claim me.”
“Don’t make bargains with me, woman,” he warned.
“Yes, Master.”
“I am not your Master. Angelo Mastrantonio is.”
“Please don’t kill him, Ulexi.”
“Why should I care if he lives or dies? He isn’t anything to me. None of you people are.”
“I’m something. I am your street cunt.”
“Catchaya,” he turned to the other. “Get your worthless ass over here.”
The girl came on her hands and knees. “Yes, Master.”
“Do you have my money?”
“Not all of it, Master, this...this female distracted me.”
“Are you making excuses, Catchaya?”
“No, Master.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
“Y—yesterday, Master.”
Ulexi took a small pack of peanuts from his pocket. He spilled the contents in front of her. She waited, alert, for permission.
“Eat.”
Catchaya devour
ed them, using her lips and tongue to collect them from the sidewalk.
He inclined his head to the spectacle. “That’s what you will be, Catia.”
“Yes, Master.” She smiled; an eerie light in her eyes.
Catchaya kissed her master’s expensive shoes. “Thank you, Master.”
“You owe me that much more. You’ll be out all night.”
“Yes...Master.” The girl shivered slightly.
“Are you protesting cunt 78-56?”
“No,” she said quickly.
“Get up.”
She stood before him. Head down. “Give me your top.”
Catchaya removed her tube top. Her breasts were good, firm, crisscrossed nicely with welts.
“Maybe the merchandise will sell better this way.”
The bare breasted girl whimpered. “But what if the police arrest me, Master?”
“That isn’t my problem. See to it you don’t. If I were you, I would hustle very quickly, making sure I am in someone’s car at all times.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You,” he pointed to Catia. “In the car.”
Ulexi drove so fast, she feared they would have a wreck. “Take out my cock,” he told her as they reached the expressway. “Suck me off.”
“We are going to crash,” she said.
“That is up to you. I won’t slow down until you make me come.”
She tore at his clothes fiercely, the car waving, horns blaring at them. She could sense the adrenaline pumping. His cock was rock hard.
“My love,” she sighed, taking him deep, where he belonged, down her throat. She took him all the way, until he was pushing at the back of her throat. She was the servile vessel and yet she was alive and full of passion. Actively pursuing and taking him as surely as he took advantage of her.
He grunted. His cock swelled just as it always did. She remembered so well. He exploded, shooting hard. She gulped it down, every delicious wonderful drop.
He took a deep breath...and slowed the car.
“Zip me up.”
She did so.
They were silent as he turned the car around. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
She hadn’t expected this.
Was he changing his mind...about their relationship?
He took them up and down several streets; he was looking to see where his whores were. Finally he stopped in front of a seedy looking bar.
“Get out.”
Catia smiled. “How much?”
“I want two hundred. You have three hours.”
“Yes, Master.” She moved to kiss him. He pushed her face away.
Catia laughed. She was still laughing as he drove off. The sound cutting the darkness, rising to meet the moon.
This is for you, Mamya. This is for you.
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