My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3

by Marita A. Hansen

  “Fuck!” Alberto swore. “You fucking idiot, Sasha, they will kill you now.”

  Sasha continued praying, not looking as if he cared.

  Alberto turned to me. “If they kill Sasha, the Black Russian will descend upon us.”

  I sneered. “You only thought of that now? And what about the other guards that were slaughtered? The Black Russian only gave them to us on loan; he’ll eventually want them back, and when he finds out they’re dead we’re dead.”

  “The Donatelli shot them, not us.”

  “He won’t care who’s to blame if Sasha dies. He will kill everyone involved.”

  Alberto looked back at the Black Russian’s lover, his expression telling me he was at a loss for what to do; then a perverse smile took shape, making my stomach drop, my brother’s sick thoughts playing across his face.

  I raised a finger. “Don’t even think about it.”

  He looked at me. “Sasha is stunning, and the guard,” he looked down at the dead man, “wasn’t of Donatelli blood. Maybe it’ll appease the Padre if he has another plaything. It’ll keep Sasha alive.”

  “It’ll be kinder to shoot him!”

  “You gave no thought when you sent Matteo to them. And by the way, he tastes as good as he looks.”

  My eyes widened.

  Alberto smiled. “I couldn’t touch Jagger, so the Padre offered Matteo as a solution.”

  “You’re sick!”

  “Just because I’m attracted to men doesn’t make me sick.”

  “Raping them does.”

  “I didn’t rape Matteo, he loves my cock.” Alberto glanced at Rita. “And you’re one to speak, considering the noises I heard coming from your room. You took her, didn’t you? Fucked her without consent.”

  My jaw clenched, my brother’s words true. I was a sick bastard too, although she was the first woman I had ever wanted to force. She made me go crazy, her words, her body, her everything, I just wanted to fill her, to stay inside of her until I came over and over again.

  Alberto smiled, knowing I was no better than him.

  No, fuck him! “At least I don’t rape famiglia!” I shouted, furious he was judging me. “You fucked Jagger and you fucked me over, so don’t you dare say I’m the same as you.”

  The smile fell from Alberto’s smug face. “I am doing this for the famiglia. I will make us strong once more; make us bigger than the Donatelli.”

  “No, you’ll ruin us, and you’re only doing it for your filthy cock. So, don’t give me this trumped-up bullshit.”

  “I am not! And I will prove you wrong, then once we are a strong famiglia again I will gladly hand things back to you, because I don’t want to be a leader, I want to be happy.”

  “And what is happiness to you?”

  “To be able to be with Jagger as I have always desired.”

  “You won’t get that with the Padre in the picture.”

  “I will, the Padre understands me, and he’s willing to share.”

  “You won’t want to share someone you love, like Jagger didn’t want to share Sophia with me.”

  “Yet you still took her from him.”

  “She came to me.”

  “You could’ve refused her, and you knew what it would do to Jagger. It broke him that much more.”

  “And you raping him is any better?!” I yelled. “He doesn’t like men, and especially not you.”

  “I can change him.”

  “You can’t alter sexual preferences.”

  “I believe I can. The Padre is a cruel man, and because of it, I will make sure I only show Jagger kindness. Eventually I will have him turning to me for comfort.”

  “You’re going to work on him like he does with his slaves?”

  “Sì. He will be begging for my love within a month as the women beg for his.” Alberto’s gaze moved to Sasha. “When they come for him, don’t fight the guards, Frano. And if you cause trouble be warned that the Padre finds you attractive. I have managed to curtail his lust, said the deal I have with him will be void if he touches you, but I wouldn’t risk pushing him: He’s evil.”

  Alberto left the room, locking me and the others in. I turned to Sasha. “The Donatelli will be coming for you. Are you willing to live by their sickness or die by my or Federico’s hands.”

  The Russian looked up at me, his pale grey eyes a wash of pain. He was hunched over, with his arms wrapped around his legs and his hands clasped together in prayer. “I will live to avenge Yuri,” he said, referring to his younger brother, who the Donatelli had shot in cold blood.

  “The Donatelli are sick. You will be raped and tortured.”

  “They can’t hurt me more than they already have.”

  I shook my head, because I would rather slit my own throat than allow the priest to touch me. A noise came from the bed. I turned to find Rita struggling to sit up, her expression confused, her naked body shaking from the cold. Federico went towards her. I pushed the guard out of the way and pulled off my jacket. Right now she wasn’t a slave to me; she was an FBI agent who I could use to help me with this situation. Matteo had told me she was adept at martial arts. I didn’t even have to torture him, the man telling me everything I wanted to know in a despicable attempt to save his own neck. He’d cracked so easily, offering up information for a chance to live.

  I draped my jacket over Rita, who jerked back, her eyes now registering my presence. “What did they do to you?” I asked.

  Her gaze moved to Federico. She opened her mouth, then started coughing uncontrollably.

  “Get her some water,” I said to Federico.

  “There are no glasses or containers to put it in.”

  “Go to the door and demand one.”

  He walked over to it, and started shouting for attention.

  I turned back to Rita, and placed a hand on her back, rubbing it as she coughed and spluttered. She jerked away from me. I leaned towards her, keeping my voice controlled. “I am still your master, which means you will not avoid my touch, regardless of whether I’m helping or fucking you.”

  She wiped her mouth and sneered at me. “I wish the priest was fucking you instead of Jagger, at least you deserve it.”

  My hand moved before my brain could stop it, the slap sounding loud as it wiped the sneer off her face. I retracted my hand and clenched my fist, annoyed with myself for reacting, but there was no way I was going to apologize. “You deserve to be fucked for those words, but I don’t perform in front of an audience, so the next time you speak ill of me I might just put you over my lap and take a hand to your tight ass.”

  She placed a hand on her cheek, the sneer returning. “You can hit me all you like, but it won’t change a thing: you’re scum. No, you’re worthless scum now, someone who is just as much a slave as I am.”

  “I am not a slave!”

  “Says the master locked in a slave cell.”

  I pushed off the bed and yanked my jacket away from her, leaving her exposed. “A master who can still fuck you into coming.”

  She pushed up, her eyes going past me to Federico, who had stopped yelling and was now watching us. “You just said you wouldn’t do it in front of anyone,” she said, lifting her chin, her arrogance riling me.

  I jerked my head towards the bathroom. “That has a door and I know you like bouncing on my cock in a bath.”

  She shot up off the bed, the surprise making me jerk back. “Scared of me?” she said, her voice taunting.

  I took a step towards her. “Like hell I am!”

  Her hand whipped out, grabbing me by the... My eyes widened as she squeezed my balls. I grabbed her neck, barely able to get out: “Let go before I snap your neck.”

  She gave my balls an extra squeeze, then let go.

  My hands instantly went to them. “Bitch,” I gasped, massaging myself.

  “Bastard.” She walked past me to Federico, who was staring at her with wide eyes, probably scared she would blow his cover. Maybe she thought it didn’t matter now that I was a
prisoner, but instead her fist whipped out, punching him in the nuts. He went down with a thud, the man rolling onto his side. “That’s for tying me to Frano’s bed!” she yelled.

  She turned around to face me. Even though she’d hurt my nuts, my bastard dick was still wanting to salute the bitch, her body so fuckable. She wasn’t skinny or soft-looking like the other women the trainers brought in, she was all muscle, but in a delicious way, her legs tight, her ass tighter, but her tits so full, and those big nipples... I groaned, the pain in my nuts teaching my cock a lesson for even thinking of rising.

  She sniffed. “I’m no one’s slave, so if you touch me again I will crush you.”

  “Then how about I tell the Donatelli you’re FBI?” I said.

  “What difference will it make? Everyone probably knows by now.”

  “The Donatelli obviously don’t, otherwise you’d be in their cell, servicing their men. And if you think I’m rough, you haven’t tasted the hand of a real sadist. The priest has a twin brother who is a slave trainer. He doesn’t like men like his brother, he loves strong women. You saw his son today, the trainer called Mario. You saw how big Mario is, how powerful his body is. Mario’s mother was six foot and could break a man’s back, yet Mario’s father broke her. You think you’re tough, you won’t be under him. Play weak for the Donatelli, and you might survive, but if you choose to play the strong FBI bitch you will be crushed more than Federico’s balls.”

  She stared at me, unsure if I was telling the truth, but I was, because Mario’s father was just as much a sadist as the Padre, which was why I’d taken Mario into my household, the trainer hating anything to do with his Donatelli name after his father had killed his mother in front of him, something I could relate to, my mother’s screams still waking me up at night.

  Realization fell over Rita’s features, telling me she believed me, probably having come to the conclusion over Mario’s pale blue eyes, which were so similar to his uncle’s.

  The sound of thudding boots caught my attention. Clutching his balls, Federico pushed to his feet and shuffled back as the door opened. Five men piled into the room, two of them holding guns, the man at the front the don’s oldest son. He was in his fifties, of average height, and with salt and pepper hair, which extended to his beard. His name was Marco, but most people called him Lucky, not due to his good fortuna, but because of his favorite brand of cigarette, their smell never leaving him.

  Lucky pointed at the guard that Sasha had killed. “Take him out!” he yelled at his men.

  Two of the men picked up the dead guard and carried him out, while two more headed for Sasha. The Russian jumped to his feet and launched himself at the closest thug. Both men went down, Sasha landing on top. The other guard yanked Sasha off the fallen man. Sasha went wild, his arms and feet hitting out at his assailant, knocking him down. More men piled into the room, all of them launching themselves at Sasha. They grabbed him and carried him out, Sasha yelling in Russian as he struggled against them.

  One of the men who’d gone down under Sasha pushed to his feet, but the first one didn’t move.

  “Check him,” Lucky said.

  The thug placed a finger to the fallen man’s neck, his expression saying it all. He was dead.

  Lucky swore. “That fucking Russian will beg for death by the time my uncle is finished with him,” he spat. “Inform my father what has happened.”

  “Sì, Signore.” The man dragged the dead thug out of the room.

  Lucky glanced at Federico, then turned his harsh glare on me. “I should kill your guard for what was done, but Alberto has a use for him, so for now he lives.” His gaze moved to the remaining thug who was standing next to him, holding a gun. “Take him out,” he said, indicating to Federico. Once the guard had removed Federico, Lucky refocused on me. “Take your clothes off, Frano,” he said.

  My eyes widened. “Like hell!”

  He raised his gun. “Slaves don’t wear clothes, so strip.”

  “I’m not a slave!”

  “You are now, so strip!”

  “You sick fucker!”

  “I take no pleasure in a man’s body.” Lucky walked over to Rita and placed the gun to her head. “I like women,” he said, snaking an arm around her body, one of his hands cupping a breast. She gasped as he pinched her nipple. “But, my dear Frano, I do wish to humiliate you, so strip or I shall send more men in here to do it while my uncle watches.” He smiled. “Now, that man appreciates a man’s body, and he has mentioned how nicely you fit your clothes more than once.”

  Knowing it was stupid to tempt fate, I started unbuttoning my shirt, my face burning with anger, but I’d much rather strip under my own hand than have others ripping my clothes off me. I let the shirt slip to the floor, then unbuttoned my pants, noticing that Rita was watching as I undressed. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open as she stared at my crotch. Fuck, the bitch wanted me, just wouldn’t admit it, but at least it made stripping easier, although I wanted to shove my fist up her cunt to teach her a lesson for hurting my balls.

  I kicked off my shoes and removed my socks, then pushed down my pants. I stood there in my underwear, knowing Lucky would make me remove them too, but wanting to prolong it so I could keep Rita’s lusting gaze on me, because once the don’s son left I knew she would deny her desire for me, the woman too proud to admit to wanting to bounce on my criminal cock.

  “Everything off,” Lucky said.

  I placed my hands on the waistband of the briefs, then pushed them down to my ankles and kicked them off. “If you want to see what a big cock looks like,” I said, holding my arms out wide, “then who am I to deny you.”

  Lucky shook his head, but smiled. “You do have balls, I’ll give you that, but best watch your mouth.” He shoved Rita onto the bed, then looked over at the door. His younger brother entered the room. Nino looked the same as Lucky, just ten years his junior and with pure black hair. He was holding the back of the redheaded slave’s neck, the woman he’d chosen to fuck earlier.

  “This one needs to stay in here, because apparently Mario likes her,” Nino said.

  Lucky indicated with his gun. “Get her to kneel in front of Frano.”

  Nino pushed the naked redhead over to me, shoving her to her knees.

  “Suck him,” Lucky said.

  I covered my crotch. “No!” My balls still hurt from what Rita had done, but that wasn’t the reason, because there was no way I would allow them to watch me getting a blowjob.

  “Get a camera, Nino,” Lucky said.

  “No!” I yelled.

  “Then allow her to make you come.”

  “No!”

  “Why so shy, Frano?”

  “I’m not a puttano, I’m a don!”

  He moved up behind the slave and hit the back of her head, the woman crying out in response. “Put his cock in your mouth, fori,” he said, calling her a hole.

  I stepped back as she reached for it.

  He pulled a knife from his pocket and flicked it open, then placed it to the slave’s throat. “If you don’t allow her to suck you, I will slit her throat and color the floor with her blood.”

  “Then do it.”

  Lucky laughed. “Oh, that is harsh, Frano. But I guess you have called my bluff, because redheads are popular in my house, so I’ll let this one live for now.” He moved to Rita and indicated with his gun for her to come closer. When she didn’t move he cocked the gun. “Come here,” he snapped. She pushed off the bed slowly. Lucky hooked his arm around her and placed the knife to her throat. “But I’m not bluffing with this one,” he said, looking at me.

  “Why are you doing this to me?!” I yelled.

  “To teach you your place. You’re a slave now, Frano, so you will do as slaves do: Entertain us.”

  “Alberto won’t condone this!”

  “He is not running the show. He may think he is, but your brother was always stupid, letting his cock think for him instead of using what little brain he has. So, put your cock
in the fori before I slit this one’s throat.” Rita gasped as he drew a thin line of blood across her neck. “I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he added.

  I took a step forward. The redhead instantly grabbed my cock. She brushed my sore nuts as she placed it inside her mouth, making me hiss. I knew this was going to hurt due to my painful balls, my cock also knowing it, the thing refusing to rise.

  The woman started working me, but it did nothing but irritate.

  Lucky sneered. “Not a very good pleasure slave. She can’t even get you hard.” He moved away from Rita and kicked the redhead in the side to get her off me. I hissed as her teeth scraped my cock, my hands instantly going to it.

  Lucky turned to Rita. “You. Suck his cock.”

  She shook her head.

  “Now!” Lucky yelled, raising his gun.

  She knelt in front of me, keeping her gaze down, avoiding a view of my cock.

  “Take him in your mouth and make him come,” Lucky said, “or I will kill both you and the fori next to you.”

  With a shaky hand, she reached out and took a hold of me. I hissed again, both wanting and not wanting this. She moved her head forward and took my cock into her mouth, making me forget all about the pain she’d caused earlier. I didn’t want to groan in front of these men, but I couldn’t help it, the woman’s mouth so damned exquisite. My cock began to grow, getting harder by the second. I let out another groan as she twisted it, her mouth going one way while her hand moved the other. I kicked my head back, the feeling beyond good, my groans now filling the room.

  “She’s a good cocksucker,” Lucky’s brother said, making me look over at him. Nino was staring down at Rita with lust. I placed a hand on her head and gave him a glare. Nino laughed. “Brother, looks like he favors this one.”

  I swore in my head, realizing what I’d done, my possessive streak now leaving Rita in even more danger. I knew in that instant they would use her against me, and if I had a brain I would allow it to happen without reacting.

  All thought fled my mind as her tongue flicked my slit, spearing me, my cock threatening to explode from that one movement. I grabbed her hair and shoved myself down her throat, no longer caring that I was being watched. She pushed at my hips, making me pull back a bit, then grabbed my ass and started deep-throating my cazzo, using her hands to control my thrusts. She slowed down a bit, her tongue now working overtime as it licked up my shaft, flicked under its head, speared my slit again then sucked out my pre-cum.