“Why? Why would you ask me that?” She snapped her head and looked straight into his black eyes. His demand shook her to her very core.

“Marlena” he hardly used her name, she knew that by doing so, he meant business, “I asked you to do something. Refusing me would end badly on your behalf”. Marlena slowly turned in her lounge chair to face him, his big palm pressed on her knees and she couldn’t bend them. Knowing not to disobey him, she cleared her throat and started, “So… he shoved me down to the bed an—“

“Stop” he ordered.

“No, kitten, I want to hear it all. I want to hear how he started, how you felt, what he did with his hands, with his mouth. I want details, princess. Shoot”, his voice was low and commanding. He must be kidding her, she frowned, couldn’t believe she would have to face Stefano’s rape for the first time with no other than the man who raped her himself, two nights ago. This was crazy, this was torture, and he knew that too.

Closing her eyes, she started again, “ It was right after the drugs I put in his wine didn’t work. He was standing so close to me.  I remember thinking that he was too close to me... I tried to back up but there wasn’t any space, the wall blocked me in. When I looked at his face, I saw something changed.  His eyes were intense and predatory, staring at me like he was about to devour me. I had to accept his terms, I had to let him have me to save John’s life”, Marlena stopped to take some air, her eyes opened to see him eagerly awaits for her to go on, ”so, I agreed, and he met me at my bedroom…”

“Oh, the bedroom...the same one you have right now, isn’t it?” He taunted her, an evil grin on his face. She ignored his question, wanting to finish this conversation as quickly as possible.

“He slid his hand from my shoulder down my upper arm, his fingers drifted down to the front of my shirt..unbuttoning it.” Her voice began to crack, a raspy tone entered it as she continued. “He tried to kiss me...I refused, so he swung me around, pinned me to the wall with his body weight”, Kit could see the goosebumps forming on her skin, “was he hard against your ass kitten? Could you feel him?”, Marlena’s eyes snapped up at him, shocked. She felt a big wave of tears wanting to wash down her cheeks, but she did her best to stop it, she wouldn’t let him see her cry again. Marlena kept quiet. “princess “ he squeezed her hip, and the pain echoed to her wound, the feeling was like ten thousand sharp metals piercing her body, Marlena flinched in pain.

“ I asked you a question” he was serious. “ why don’t you be a good girl and answer it. Did you feel him hard against your ass?”

“..yes”

“Go on.”

“He dragged his fingers across my chest. Then he ran his hands down and opened up my corset, letting it fall to the floor, saying he was going to have me.  But, every time he said it, he would let his fingers graze between my legs... The way his hands touched me... it felt so wrong. Then he started moving his hand higher until his fingers were right under my breasts.  I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge.” She was trying to control her breathing and her anger. Her body was tensed than it’s ever been, and she was doing what she could to keep it contained so it won't leave an impression on Kit.

Marlena stopped, lowering her gaze. She couldn't go any further than that, if she kept on talking, she would be letting him in her most horrifying private memories, she would burst in tears in a matter of seconds, and she couldn’t have that. She had to stay in control, focused. How twisted was he, for wanting, no, needing to hear the details of this kind of violence?

“Kitten” he moved even closer to her, his index finger pressing at her chin, lifting her head upward to look at him, her eyes were watery, “Tell me, Princess, tell me how he pushed you to the bed, tell me how his tongue felt between your thighs, tell me how you cried”

 

“How dare you?” she cried. “You son of a bitch.”

He laughed. “Don’t get so excited, Kitten. Just making idle conversation. If you prefer, you can go down on me. That will certainly shut me up for a while.”

“I’ll bite it.” “I don’t think so,” he said, less pleasantly. “Keep talking.”

 

Taking a deep breath, she continued, hating every word coming out of her mouth. “He pushed his body all the way up against mine.  I could feel how hard he was through his pants... Then he shoved me to the bed on my back...I should have struggled or yelled, but I wanted to save John.  I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t strong enough. I was terrified. I couldn’t do anything; I didn’t do anything.” Her voice dropped off as she sat silently on the lounge chair, the sun in her eyes.

Kit could see her losing herself in the past and relish on it. He needed her to say it.  He needed her to face it, to make it real. “What happened then, Kitten? What couldn’t you escape?”

“You know what I’m going to say, why are you making me tell you?  Why’s it so important for you to hear what happened to me? You watched the tape, you already know I was raped, isn’t that good enough for you?  Do you really need to hear the whole story? Do you really need another reason to torture me?” she said, her voice vibrating with anger and tears. While she was completely off base, he was glad to see some fire out of her.  Kit knew there is a fire in her and he wanted to see it come out. It has to come out. He needed to feed that anger, that fire in her. Instead of responding, he just looked at her.

He stroked her hair, rubbed her arm, her leg, making sure to keep at least one hand on her at all times. “Go on” was all he finally answered.

 

“Fine, you want to know what happened?!  He pushed me to the bed, made me pull my panties down and spread my legs.  He said that as long as I pulled my underwear down and spread my legs on my own that made me willing.  It didn’t matter that he had John chained to a wall, starving and losing his memory. As long as I did those two things, in his mind, he was off the hook. I guess that in his mind, he thought that this way he could tell everybody that I wanted it, that he was just giving me what I asked for. Is that enough for you yet?  No?” Her voice was rising, the anger growing. Still, Kit stayed silent. “You want more? Fine! He asked me to touch myself, he wanted to watch, I had no choice...before I knew it, his lips were between my...legs... And he” she broke, all that build up anger exploded, and she sobbed, unable to keep on talking.

He finally spoke, “And how did his tongue feel?”

Marlena’s eyes widen, this was probably the sickest man she has ever encountered, she could see the bulge in his pants, and it made her nauseated. She shivered, closing her eyes while wiping the tears away with the back of her fingers, intentionally Ignoring his question.

Abruptly, he pushed her onto her back. “What did I tell you? You don’t get to be offended. If I ask you a question, you answer it.”

 

His face was so close to hers, she could feel his hot breath against her lips, his dark eyes boar a whole right into her soul, “The Kitty is sad...don’t be sad Kitten, it’s healthy to talk about it. Come on, answer me” he smiled, “was it good? Was his tongue thick and wet? Did he manage to get you off as I have?”

Marlena closed her eyes, stifled, she felt as though she was about to puke her guts out, this was too much, Marlena raised her left arm as if to slap or hit him, but he grabbed it with his right and held it still. Tightly.  “You don’t want to do that,” he said, calmly, as usual. She would never hear him speak in any other manner. “Let’s keep this friendly. It’ll be a lot better for you that way.” He released the arm, and she let it fall, but she stayed on the chair, balanced on her right arm, staring at him.

 

Then he climbed on top of her, stretching out his body, but resting the weight of his torso on his elbows, leaving a space between her head and his. She tried to shrink away.  “No place to go,” he said.

“Please stop.” she murmured

“I’m not doing anything. Just being close.” She swallowed hard. “I can’t bear it.”

“Ohh, but I think you can.” “I can’t, I can’t.” He smiled and let his eyes sweep over her face and body, back and forth. He tilted his head and lightly kissed her neck and ear.

“Answer my question princess” she felt his tongue inside her ear and twisted in her seat, trying to get her head away from him, he lightly bit her earlobe, and she shrieked.

“Answer me.”

“It was wet. It wasn’t good, and I didn’t go off. Happy?”

“Immensely. Of course, this old man is no match for me, he doesn't know what a woman like you wants, needs. I do.”

She made a sound in her throat and tried to shift away. But he didn’t put his hands on her. “Stay right there. Don’t move. If you move, I’ll punish you.” She stopped wiggling. He moved his head down, exposing her left nipple and licked it. It stayed flat.

“Tell me now...Tell me how he fucked you. I could only hear your cries and his body pounding you.” She leaned her head back and looked at the sky, the only thing she could do. “You know,” he said. “If I were him, I would have tied you up to the bed, spread eagle.” his thumb and index fingers twisted her exposed nipple while he talked.

“Please...Kit...”

“Is that what he did?”

She whimpered in agony, still looking at the beautiful white clouds above them.

“Don’t make me ask you again.”

She nodded as a no, he smiled. “So, I bet he took you from behind. You had bruises on your wrists when I first met you, so he must have bound your wrists together. Is that it?”

She sobbed, as the memory of Stefano flashed before her eyes. Kit's rough hands on her body reminded her not to disobey him again, she nodded once.

He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Wanting to refuse him, she felt how all her energy was draining from her body. She stayed still, still sobbing, her lips closed. He just barely smiled. Then he kissed her all over her face, her forehead, her eyelids, her nose. Then her lips again, then he bit her bottom lip lightly and tugged it towards him. He knew what she had to be thinking: would he bite it off? How far would he go? What wouldn’t he do, since he could do whatever he wanted. He saw the fear in her eyes. He smiled inwardly. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth, releasing her lip. He moved off of her and rolled onto his side. “Kiss me,” he ordered. She looked puzzled.

“What?”

“Kiss me all over.” She furrowed her brow. “Start with my face. Then move down and all around. Smother me in kisses,” he said with a broad grin.

“No” her reply was quick, but she regretted it the moment it elicited her lips.

He chuckled, “Are you fucking kidding me?” gripping her chin tightly with his right hands, ” All this time, all we’ve been through, and you've learned nothing? Oh, Kitten, I know you’re smarter than to disobey an order when giving one. Now, let’s try this one last time. Kiss me.All.Over”

 

She took several breaths before she began. He almost absentmindedly caressed her body as she kissed him, tears pouring down her cheeks.  “Oh, that feels so good,” he said. “Stay on my chest awhile. Good girl.”

She said nothing, but fluttered kisses on his taut flesh, feeling the muscles underneath. “The nipples,” he interjected. “Kiss my nipples for a bit.”

He thought he heard a very slight sob, very slight. “See, isn’t this amazing?” he said, with delight. “Sometimes it’s the little things that mean so much. Physically, I’m not doing anything to you, am I? But you have to admit, this is more soul-destroying than just fucking you.” He continued as if she didn’t already know the truth of what he was saying. “I’m making you participate in your own – what’s the word – relinquishing of yourself. It’s annoying when I act like your lover-John. It must be close to unbearable to make you do it.”

She finally spoke. “Don’t you dare to mention his name to me.” Her tone was bitter. He grinned, ignoring her reply. “Move down now, princess. You know where. All around there. I want to feel your lips.” Her breathing was uneven. It would begin to speed up, seeming to build up to something, then he would feel her calming herself down to continue.  He kept his eyes open. This kind of humiliation could easily make someone forget what was good for them. “The inside of my thighs,” was all he said. “Oh, yeah. That’s nice, baby.”

A few minutes later, he grabbed her by the hair and said, “Ok, now take my cock in your mouth and look at me.”