Apology
I'm sorry it has taken so long to continue this story. I had a health issue and then Covid and Flu and life can seem a bit demanding. Then my muse took a while to come back.
Many thanks to everyone who has pushed me along with this. All comments both positive and negative, are cherished.
To Recap
Peter -- our main character has become part of a mysterious organisation called The Code where he has become the slave of Christopher and Catherine. A wealthy couple though a little crazy.
As Peter has moved deeper into his servitude in The Code he has found out that his sister is also a member, though she is a dominant.
Catherine and Christopher try to manipulate a situation where Peter's sister also changes to be a slave and becomes entangled in an incestuous situation. Sarah assists Catherine to pierce Peter until he is also lured into a situation where he must pierce his sister.
The series covers many areas of sexuality including some taboo subjects. If you are offended by things such as bi-sexuality, BDSM, edge play, incest then please move along.
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15. Italian Interrogation.
"Welcome. Please, have a seat. Over there by the window if you don't mind. You can call me Abby."
Abby was a tall woman, I guessed in her early thirties. She had long auburn hair and a bright smile. She wore large round spectacles that suggested someone with an education and a sense of drama. Her complexion suggested warmth, the warmth of Mediterranean countries such as Spain or Italy.
The sign in the reception area had indicated that this was the treatment room of Dr Abigail Gardini; her name matched her complexion at least. The receptionist had smiled at me and blushed when I gave her my name. Was it a blush or was it a smirk? The thought drifted away as I read the induction form that I had to complete as a patient.
I was early for the appointment which Sarah had arranged but was ushered in to see Abby before I could make myself comfortable in the waiting area.
"Can we get you some refreshment? Perhaps water...or coffee?" Abby asked pleasantly waving me into the bright, comfortable room which, at fourteen floors up would have given a good view if not for the rain that was battering it.
"I'm fine thanks." I said, easing into the barrel shaped chair which Abby had ushered me towards. An identical chair sat next to it and a long couch sat under the window which was dress with thick heavy drapes; fully open so that we could watch the storm.
Abby took a seat opposite me, eyed me up and down and crossed her long legs. I started to fill out the form.
"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary." Abby said. "Just ignore all that. I already have most of your details. Sarah filled me in with almost everything about your background. We go back a long way."
"Do I call you doctor?" I asked, somewhat annoyed that I was already being discussed.
"Abby is fine." she opened a notebook and looked over her glasses in a way that conveyed importance. "And you should know that I am a member of The Code as well as a clinical psychologist so you can be assured our...communication is completely confidential."
I glanced around the room. It was a normal professional consulting room. Against the far wall was a steel framed desk with a pale wooden desktop, A computer whirred and the monitor screen played scenes from what appeared to be Africa. A coat stand stood by the door. Along the wall behind the desk glass cabinets filled with important looking books. Several diplomas and certificates on the wall behind the desk indicated that Dr Gardini was well credentialed.
"Is my computer going to distract you?" Abby asked.
"No...it's fine." I lied, a little puzzled that the computer was facing into the meeting area.
"Good" Abby smiled. "Sorry about the clock."
"I hadn't noticed." I said, truthfully. Until she had mentioned it I had missed the soft tick of the large clock on the wall above her desk.
Again, the eyes appeared over the rim of the round spectacles. "Peter. Sarah asked me to have a chat with you. She thought it might be a good idea if we did a sort of debrief with you."
"We?"
"I'd like her to join us later, if you don't mind, but for now I want to get an idea of where you're head is."
I nodded cautiously and gathered my thoughts.
"So...are you...?"
"I'm a mistress in The Code but, at the moment I am working with you as a psychologist. We will try to keep this on a totally professional level. Sarah thought you may not have handled what happened last month too well and... well, The Code use me in cases like this."
"And you get a lot if cases like this? " I almost laughed. "Are there a lot of siblings doing things like this?"
"That's an interesting question, Peter. " Abby was calm and spoke quietly. "You were about to laugh then stopped yourself. Are you angry... because there's nothing to be angry about."
I actually laughed. "Are you actually going to tell me it's not my fault?" I took a deep breath. "Sorry...I saw that in a movie." I almost winced.
Abby looked at me; seeming to be measuring me; like a falcon eying it's prey.
"Sorry...er... Doctor...I mean Abby." I offered an obviously bad excuse. "I was just trying to show respect."
The clock broke the silence and Mount Kilimanjaro lit up the computer screen. Abby stared at me. Not really a stare though. Like an examination where she seemed to look through me.
"You look tense, Peter." she said after the clock ticked for what felt like a few minutes.
"I don't actually know what to say to you." I sighed. "I don't know why it is I'm angry...or even if I am."
Abby nodded. "Then let's explore some of the reasons you might be angry....or whatever it is you are. It's what I'm here for, to help you help yourself. Let's talk about what happened on the night you pierced Sarah. Most importantly, what I want to get to the bottom of is: Why did you leave?"
It felt like a bolt from the blue question. Short and to the point and so matter-of-fact. As if everything that had happened was completely normal, which, I quickly learned that, to Dr Gardini, it was. No. She wasn't interested in the details of what Christopher and Catherine were up to, or even what I did to Sarah.
My eyes darted around the floor. I crossed my legs, uncrossed them and crossed them again.
"Is it uncomfortable to talk about it?" Abby asked, gently.
I looked at her and only now noticed the way her hair curled in to framed her face. I took in her body as she sat in her chair, her notepad on her lap and her legs crossed; her cream blouse with the almost mandatory black skirt pulled up over her knee revealing smooth calves that ended with smart black business shoes. She gave a slight tap on her notepad.
"Take your time." She said, her eyes over glasses again, but, with the tapping on the notepad, it felt more like an urge.
I pulled at the stubble on my chin and thought about what I could remember of the night. Something in the way Sarah had been pierced had made me leave and, when I had left that night, I had also quietly slipped away from everyone. I'd quickly returned home, packed a bag and my laptop and driven until the city, Catherine and Christopher and my newly pierced Sarah were far behind me. I drove for about three hours before pulling into the first of a string of motels which, as long as there was the internet, provided a work space for me. I'd eaten in dusty bars and fast food joints reached the coast where I sat on a beach looking at the sea. Work had not been easy. Nights had been sleepless and I'd let my appearance, particularly my beard, go without a any maintenance. Being away had given me plenty of time to ponder my place in The Code. These days, I regarded my stubble as a rebellious fashion statement.
"It felt like entertainment...that we were the entertainment." I offered.
