CHAPTER 11


 

 

 

CLOSING THE BEDROOM door behind her, Catrina walked over to the young woman tied to the chair. Ivan stood next to her with his hands pressed into his pockets, looking bored.

"So, what do we have here?" she asked, circling their captive. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of hair, snapping the girl's head up sharply.

"Not bad. Not bad at all, Ivan. Leave us. I'd like to interview my guest."

Shrugging, he walked from the room, shutting the door behind him.

"She's like a fucking black widow spider," he muttered, shaking his head. "Poor kid! I should have just killed her. It would have been a lot kinder."

"Look at me!" Catrina ordered, pulling harder on the hair. "Ahhh... Much better. Gray eyes. A little too ordinary for my taste but the rest of you has potential."

Licking her lower lip, Catrina felt her arousal building. The girl couldn't have been more than twenty-one or twenty-two. Her long blonde hair hung loosely about her shoulders. Leaning down, Catrina inhaled deeply.

"You stink! What's your name, girl?"

"Sash, Sasha, miss."

"Well, Sasha. You need a bath. Go clean yourself up," she ordered, untying her and pointing to the tub in the corner. Obediently, Sasha walked over to the bathtub and started filling it with warm water. Nervously, she looked at the other woman and understood how a mouse felt when watched by a cat. Catrina threw her a towel. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and then exhaled. Gray smoke temporarily blocked her vision and she waved her hand to dispel the swirls.

"Hurry up. I don't have all night." she said throwing the cigarette onto the floor and stepping on it.

Sasha quickly undressed, climbed into the bathtub and scrubbed herself. Rinsing her hair, she stood and picked up the towel, rubbing first her hair dry and then her body. Embarrassed she wrapped the towel around her slender frame and stepped out from the tub onto the floor.

"Good, now come here. I want to get a better look at you."

Reluctantly, Sasha walked over to stand in front of the woman. Catrina unwrapped the towel and tossed it away. Slowly, almost catlike, she stood and stepped close to Sasha.

"Nice," she purred, running her hand down the girl's arm. "Very nice. You have beautiful skin, Sasha."

Sasha shivered, suddenly wishing she were back with the big man. At least he never looked at her like a piece of savory meat.

"Thank... thank you, Miss," she stammered.

Catrina smiled.

"So polite. I’ve never met such a polite whore before."

"Please, Miss. I’m not really a whore. I just wanted to make some extra cash and thought it would be easy money."

"Easy money? Since when is fucking for a living easy money?"

"I don’t do that. Just hand jobs and blow jobs... and I make them use condoms."

"I see... and why are you even doing this?"

"I go to the university. My friends said I could make a few hundred bucks a week and it was safe if I used protection. I tracked down a couple of prostitutes and told them what I wanted. They taught me what to say and do... and how to dress. Their boss said I could give it a shot as long as I took all the precautions and followed the rules."

"Rules?"

"Yes. She has rules for her girls. She’s real strict about them."

"Your pimp is a woman?"

"She isn’t a pimp. She’s the boss."

"Right... and you’re not a whore and this is all a dreadful mistake." Catrina said, running her hands along Sasha's back as she circled behind her. "Well, tomorrow, we’ll clear things up," she murmured against the girl's ear. "Tell me, Sasha. Is it true you are related to Yemaya Lysanne?"

"Oh no. My cousin works for her but we aren't related. She is paying for my education. Do you know her?"

"Let's just say I've heard of her. I can't believe she would approve of your... entrepreneurial endeavors."

Sasha blushed.

"She doesn’t know. You're not going to tell her, are you? Please don't tell her."

"Oh, you needn't worry about that. She won't learn about your little indiscretions from me."

Sasha felt a sudden relief. Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

"Now, I know you're tired. Go to bed and get some sleep. I'll wake you when it's time to go," Catrina promised, patting the girl's shoulder.

Nodding, Sasha obediently climbed onto the bed and began to pull a blanket over her.

"No. No blanket. The room is warm enough," Catrina said.

Too exhausted to protest, Sasha quickly dozed off. Tomorrow she'd be able to go home.

Catrina waited patiently for the girl to fall asleep. She wasn't sure if she was in the mood to fuck the girl herself or watch or both. Both, she decided, smiling slightly. Opening the bedroom door she motioned to Ivan who had been sitting in a chair reading the local paper.

"Get Breshni."

"Now?" asked Ivan looking at his watch.

"Yes, now. What did you think I meant, you idiot?"

Shrugging Ivan went in search for Breshni. No doubt he'd be snoring away in his room. Ivan detested the man. Breshni was a brute and an idiot, good for nothing more than taking orders. He never questioned anything. He just did what he was told. When they returned, Catrina motioned Breshni into her bedroom and told Ivan to make sure they weren't disturbed. Ivan nodded but said nothing.

"Breshni, how would you like to play our little game again?" Catrina asked in a low voice so as not to wake the girl.

"Sure, mistress. Whatever you say,"

"See that young woman sleeping in my bed?"

Breshni nodded.

"We're going to have some fun with her. You remember how we play this game?"

"Yes," Breshni answered.

"Good! Now, very quietly, I want you to tie her hands to the posts. Don't wake her though. Can you do that?"

Breshni again nodded, looking at the girl in the bed. He always enjoyed this game.

"When I wake her, make sure you put this ball in her mouth so she won't scream. Tape it so she won't spit it out."

"I understand, mistress. Is that it?"

"No, Breshni. That's only the beginning. If you're really good and you're quiet, I'll let you watch. I may even let you have her afterwards. First, I have a few toys I want to play with."

Breshni walked over to the bed and gently buckled restraints around the girl's wrists. Catrina was always amazed that a man his size could move so quietly and be so gentle. Although she found him disgusting as a man, he obeyed her completely. Too bad he was such an idiot.

Sasha felt her arms wrenched above her head and thought she was dreaming. Sleepily, she tried to roll on her side but couldn't get her body to turn. Opening her eyes, she was momentarily disoriented by the strange room. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw the shadowed face of a man bending over her. A soft object was roughly shoved into her mouth making her gag. Tape was then placed over her lips. Breathing was difficult and she concentrated on inhaling through her nose as she watched the man straighten and back away. Catrina stepped into view wearing a dark green robe. As Sasha struggled to loosen her arms from their restraints, she felt her ankles being grabbed. Glancing down, she saw the shadowy figure of the man at the foot of the bed grasping her ankles. When she felt him pull her legs apart, she tried to kick and scream. Muffled grunts were the only sounds she could make, and her legs not powerful enough to overcome the man's strength. Her eyes widened in fear when he grinned and licked his lips, his eyes focused on her pubic area.

"No need to worry, dear, Breshni here won't hurt you. Just relax and I'm sure you'll enjoy this as much as I will." Taking off her robe, she climbed on the bed and settled on her knees between the girl's legs, blocking Breshni's view. When he grumbled his disappointment, Catrina turned and slapped him hard across the face.

"Cuminte!" she ordered. Breshni lowered his eyes submissively.

"Now, where were we... ah... yes... you were saying you aren’t a whore. I think I'll just make sure. After all if you're not, then you must be a virgin, right? I hope so. I sooo enjoy virgins. They are such delectable creatures... untouched and so unaware of the pleasures of the flesh."

Inserting her finger into the young woman's vagina, she probed for the intact hymen. Finding it she smiled her satisfaction.

"Bun! Very good. Well, my little virgin, since you liked playing the whore, I’ll show you what it’s like to be one. Hold her still, Breshni."

"Yes, Mistress."

Reaching into a drawer next to the bed, Catrina pulled out several fifty dollar bills and a large wooden dildo. Stroking it with her left hand, she ordered Breshni to spread the girl's legs even wider.

"You see! I'm going to pay you for your services. Now, how much for your time? Fifty? One hundred? Two hundred dollars?"

Sasha's eyes pleaded for mercy, tears streaming from her eyes as she watched her tormenter counting out the money.

"Perhaps I should see how good you are before I decide. What do you think, Breshni?"

"Uh... yes."

"There you go! A unanimous decision."

Throwing the money on the floor, Catrina nudged the girl's thighs further apart.

"This, my dear, is made from the finest rosewood money can buy. I had it especially made for little girls like you. Note the size. Impressive isn't it. And the gnarled end. I designed it myself," she stated proudly, caressing the toy as if it were a priceless artifact. "Now, let's just take care of that nasty little piece of skin and then all of us can get down to some serious fun."

Sasha screamed... as much as the gag would allow her. The pain was excruciating. She could feel her skin tearing as the instrument was shoved harshly into her vagina and began moving in and out. Eventually, her blood acted as a lubricant easing the pain slightly. She didn't know how long the woman continued to torture her with her assortment of toys. At some point the ball was removed from her mouth but she no longer had the strength to fight or scream. Catrina understood the art of pain. When one part of the body grew numb, she switched to another. Sasha was so badly torn inside; she didn't know what hurt the worst. After awhile, she no longer reacted to any of the invasive objects in Catrina's collection. Disgusted, the woman threw the oversized dildo on the floor and got up.

"Now you know what real whores put up with.  Maybe the next time you want to play at something, you’ll think about it a little more."

Laughing, Catrina turned toward Breshni.

"Of course, we know there won’t be a next time, don’t we?"

Walking to the tub, she filled it with water and her favorite scented oil. Climbing in, Catrina closed her eyes and settled back, enjoying the warmth.

"Mistress?" mumbled Breshni, reluctant to interrupt her bath.

"What, Breshni?"

"What do you want me to do now?"

Opening her eyes, she stared at him and then glanced at the girl.

"Do whatever you want, she's yours," she replied, flicking her hand nonchalantly. "And when you get done, get rid of her."

Breshni grinned. His mistress always rewarded him well when he obeyed her. Unzipping his pants he crawled on the bed and stretched his large frame over the girl's body. Catrina ignored the animal grunts and the painful whimpers.

"Men are such pigs!" she thought. All they knew was how to rut. Still, they served a purpose and as long as Breshni was given a treat, like some dog, he obeyed her faithfully. Finally, she grew tired of the noise and got up. Putting on her robe she walked to the door.

"Breshni. Clean up in here when you're done. And get me a new bed. That one's a mess." Her servant only grunted louder, not wanting to stop his assault on the young woman beneath him.

Ivan watched Catrina walk down the hall and disappear into her main bedroom. He had tried to ignore the sounds coming from the other room. Finally, unable to stand it any more, he walked in to the bedroom. Disgusted, he slapped Breshni hard across the back of the head.

"Get off her, you bastard."

Breshni stopped, looking confused.

"The Mistress..."

"The Mistress nothing. I said get off her and clean up in here."

Breshni grumbled but reluctantly stood up, tucking his penis into his slacks and zipping up.

"Shit man. You could at least have washed it off." said Ivan, shaking his head in disgust.

Breshni grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

"Get rid of all this. I'll get rid of the girl."

"But the Mistress said for me to do it," Breshni objected, thinking he might be able to have her one more time.

"And I'm telling you I'll do it. The Mistress wants this room cleaned up now. You don't want to make her angry do you?"

Ivan knew how dumb the big brute was.

"No. She gets mean when she's mad."  Breshni glanced around nervously afraid Catrina would walk back into the room.

"Exactly! So, I'm going to do you a favor and take care of the girl. I'll make sure the Mistress thinks you did you job like she said. All you have to do is tell her you dumped the body somewhere it won't be found. Okay?"

"Sure, Ivan. Uh, where'd I dump her?"

"I don't know. Prost! Tell her you cut her up and dumped the parts in bay somewhere. She's not going to want the details," Ivan replied, frustrated at the man's stupidity.

"Oh. Sure. Gotcha. Thanks Ivan."

Ivan wrapped the young woman in a clean sheet and carried her to his car. Putting her on the back seat, he climbed in and left, heading down the dark deserted highway. Several miles down the road, he heard a groan.

"Cacat!" he muttered, realizing she was still alive. "Now what?"

Pulling off the road, he climbed into the back and checked her pulse. Barely noticeable, he sat next to her, his hand unconsciously pushing the hair away from her closed eyes. She was about the same age as his daughter, if Amani had lived. Sighing, Ivan shook his head. He'd have to make her disappear.