Page 34 of Breaking Lucia

I guide her to the small room we’ve set aside for treating injuries. It’s a small room with cabinets for medical supplies, a patient bed, the exam chair we used during the first filming, and a connected bathroom.

This is where Freddie came to get his finger treated, although Lucia’s experience will be vastly different from his.

Doctor Lazzaro is already waiting for us. He’s young for a doctor, in his thirties, but has a crippling gambling addiction that makes him a perfect doctor for us. No matter how much he earns as a doctor, it never keeps up with his casino visits. I let him pay us back by being on-call for us.

I also had Santino check Lazzaro’s internet history, and his porn watching habits are exactly the kind of thing he would never want released to his employers. It means he’s exactly the kind of man who will aid me today, though.

Lucia balks when she sees Lazzaro, and she forgets herself enough to lower her hands and try to cover herself up.

“Dr. Lazzaro, this is the patient I wanted you to check.” I push Lucia a few steps forward in Lazzaro’s direction. “Lucia, Dr. Lazzaro. Behave for him while he checks you over.”

“I already have a doctor,” Lucia says. She doesn’t move to sit in the chair. “Just call her.”

That’s the second time she’s tried to avoid obeying. She needs to learn that there are consequences. I snap my fingers, and when she looks, I backhand her hard enough to send her stumbling into the exam chair.

“What did I say about making me repeat myself?” I don’t raise my voice. I’ve found that people are often much more intimidated by a calm show of power.

“Don’t… don’t do it.” Lucia pushes herself upright and touches her cheek. “If you beat me too much, I won’t be worth anything.”

She’s not worth anything as it is, not if her father won’t pay for her. I still have an ace up my sleeve though. “Get on the chair. Dr. Lazzaro will examine you.”

Lazzaro looks at me like a deer caught in headlights. I know thathewon’t disobey, because we’ve impressed upon him the consequences more than enough. Maybe there’s a hint of a conscience in him, but it withers underneath my glare.

He snaps on a pair of medical gloves and approaches Lucia. “I’m just going to… take a look.”

Lucia’s expression says it all, but her blush is back in full force too. She doesn’t so much as squeak when Lazzaro starts touching her.

It’s a standard check-up that’s wholly unnecessary, but I want Lucia to know that she’s nothing but a piece of meat to us. She’s my property now—at least until her father changes his tune. Lazzaro listens to her heartbeat and makes her breathe deeply to listen to her lungs.

When he palpates her breasts to check for lumps, her nipples harden. I notice the way she squirms.

“I’ll need to draw blood for the tests, take a few swabs, and I need a urine sample,” Lazzaro says. He looks at me, and I nod my permission.

“I want to make sure she’s completely free of disease. A whore like her…”

Lucia obviously can’t hold her tongue any longer, because she snaps, “I’m not a whore, and I don’t have any diseases like your prick probably does.”

Lazzaro cringes, because unlike Lucia, he understands that I’m not a man to cross. I calmly walk over to one of the drawers and pull out two items. The first is a scalpel, still in its sterile packaging. The second is a ring gag.

I take both of them and place them on the medical tray next to Lazzaro. Lucia’s eyes widen when she sees them, and I feel a stir of arousal.

“You have a choice,” I tell her calmly. “Either you put the gag on, by yourself, or I take this scalpel and start cutting.”

“Cutting… cutting what?”

“Whatever I feel like. You won’t miss the end of your pinky, will you?”

“How unoriginal. You cut off everybody’s fingers around here?”

I don’t let her see that her comment has amused me. “Very well. You can keep all your fingers. I’ll let you keep your toes too. I’ll carve into your skin instead. How does the wordwhore, right across your breasts, sound?”

She brings her hands up to cover said breasts, as if that will protect them. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. Let her be branded for all eternity.

I rip open the packaging for the scalpel.

“Wait!” Lucia says. “I’ll… I’ll take the gag.” She lowers her arms again and, with shaky hands, picks up the gag.

I watch quietly as she opens her mouth and puts the ring gag in. She’s definitely unfamiliar with the process, so it takes her a while to fasten it, but I don’t offer any help. The entire time, her chest moves unevenly, and the temptation to reach out and run my hands over her breasts is great.

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