My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1

by Marita A. Hansen

  I let go of her leg and rose to my feet. “Stand.”

  She pushed up, covering her breasts with her arms, looking a little wobbly, but not enough to cause problems.

  “Does your foot hurt?”

  “A little.”

  “Can you walk on it or do you need assistance?”

  She frowned, probably not expecting the offer of help. And she was right to be surprised, because I normally made my slaves crawl even if they could walk.

  “Well?” I asked. “Should I carry you or not?”

  “I can walk.”

  I smiled. “You are a strong woman, I like that. Now, follow me.” I turned and headed for the door once more.

  Footsteps followed, lighter ones intermingling with the guards. I headed out of the room and stopped in front of the next chamber, or more precisely a prison cell, something that I had been forced into at the age of sixteen after I’d cut Padre Michael’s manhood off.

  The guard unbolted the door, allowing me entry. The blonde woman on the bed instantly sat up. Unlike Margarita, no, I didn’t like that name, it didn’t feel right, but if I shortened it... Sì, I would call the new slave Rita. Happy with the name change, I turned to Rita, instructing her to sit down on the chair by the door, then refocused on the blonde slave, who was now on her knees, something that I had taught her to do in my presence, which I didn’t want right now, the image of a kneeling, naked slave looking bad in front of Rita.

  “Don’t do that, Honey,” I said. “Please stand.”

  The woman looked up, her eyes surprised, then she slowly rose to her feet, her worried expression mixed with excitement, her desire obvious. But, like all the other slaves who’d fallen for me, there was a hint of fear underlying Honey’s love, my heavy hand forever bruising her soul.

  I smiled at Honey, appreciating her beautiful body, her flesh the same color as the name I’d given her. She was like a voluptuous sex symbol from days long gone, a sweet Marilyn Monroe. And unlike Rita, she no longer needed to be shackled. She wanted to be here, oh, she didn’t at first, but I’d broken her quickly. She was a true disappointment, because she’d given the impression she didn’t want anything to do with me on our first meeting. Although I could tell she was attracted, all the women were, this one had slapped me, insisting that she wasn’t interested. But now she begged for me to fill her, her husband all but forgotten in her need to get me into her bed, something I would enjoy today, but not due to Honey, Rita the reason.

  I walked up to Honey, knowing I wouldn’t be seeing her after today, her sale going through, one of Frano’s Spanish clients buying her for a considerable sum. I enveloped her in my arms, kissing her head, the woman responding as I expected, her arms wrapping around me tight, as if she was scared I would leave. She was a true sub, someone who the Spaniard would enjoy very much.

  I let go of her, the woman not doing the same. I glanced over my shoulder, the puzzled, yet curious look on Rita’s face arousing me. I wanted to show her what a generous lover I could be, and what I would do for her.

  “Federico,” I said to the guard, “secure Rita in place, then leave.”

  Federico pointed to the large metal ring on the floor, which was attached to the wall by a chain. “Put that around your waist,” he said to Rita.

  Her gaze dropped to the spiky ring lying next to the chair, her eyes widening in response. It looked like it had come out of the middle-ages, a cruel torture device, although it wasn’t meant to hurt, only to cause fear, the spikes solely on the outside.

  Federico placed the gun to her head. “Do as you are told.”

  She glanced at me, then reached down and put it around her waist ever so carefully, probably weary of pricking herself. Federico checked it was secured, then promptly left, closing the door behind him, the bolt going across the outside of the chamber.

  I turned back to Honey, who was talking to me, telling me she would do anything I wanted. I believed her. I took a hold of her head and kissed her hard. The woman melted against me, welcoming my tongue inside her mouth, the slave shameless in front of Rita, that’s if she even noticed her, Honey’s focus purely on me.

  Her hands went to my towel, pulling it away from my body, exposing me. I wondered what Rita was thinking, whether she was watching me with lust or hate. I hoped it was the first, or even both, because I didn’t want her to break as easily as Honey had, regardless of the short time I had with her.

  I pushed Honey onto the bed. The slave fell back with a smile, her face so happy. For a moment I felt a twinge of guilt over her sale, because I’d never had a slave fall so hard for me. Her declarations of love were different from the other women, almost innocent, like a love-struck teenager who’d fallen in love for the first time, which I found strange, considering she was in her twenties and married.

  I opened the drawer by the bed and pulled out a condom, slipping it on, then climbed on top of Honey. We kissed for a while as we ground against each other, then I lowered my head to her breasts, suckling on both of them until she was keening, begging me to fuck her.

  I glanced at Rita, wanting to see her reaction. Her face and neck were flushed, the woman’s eyes so wide, her shock and aroused expression beautiful to see. Usually women took longer to warm up, embarrassment making them slower to arouse, but again, Rita wasn’t a normal woman.

  I returned my concentration to Honey, kissing down her stomach. She lifted her pelvis, an open invitation if I ever did see one. I licked her below, the woman not tasting like her namesake, but still sweet nonetheless. I wondered whether it was arousing Rita more, whether she was imagining me instead of Frano bringing her to completion. I didn’t want my cousin on her mind, only me: my hands, my tongue, my cock, my whole body on her, inside of her, filling her until she cried out my name.

  Honey started keening again, thrusting herself hard into my face. Her hand went to my head, the woman taking liberties, probably because I was allowing her to do way more than usual. But no one controlled me sexually, that was long past. I pushed her hands away, then rose up over her.

  Excitement filled her eyes. “Let me taste you too.”

  I hadn’t intended upon that, just wanted to service her so that Rita would think I was a generous lover, but how could a man turn down such an offer. I pulled the condom off and climbed onto her chest. She took a hold of my manhood and greedily sucked it in, making me groan, the woman having learned well under my hand. I cocked my head back, enjoying the suck and pull, and the way she tried to entice the cum out of my body. Her tongue flicked around my shaft as she rotated it in her mouth, the woman definitely knowing what she was doing. Oh, yes, she would please the Spaniard very much.

  I started groaning as well as thrusting, wanting to come down her throat. I heard a gasp, making me stop, the sound coming from across the room. I opened my eyes and looked over at Rita, who now had her hand on her pussy, the woman definitely wanting what Honey was enjoying. Her eyes latched onto mine, her desire now changing to horror, no doubt over being caught. Again, I refrained from smiling, although inside I was grinning like crazy.

  I removed myself from Honey’s mouth and kissed her, a thank you, then leaned over to get another condom, quickly putting it on as Honey begged me to go without. Never. I’d only gone without a condom once and that was for the girl Frano had ruined for me.

  Once the barrier was on, I positioned myself between Honey’s legs, then plunged deep inside of her, Honey’s cries matching mine, the woman feeling so damn exquisite. I had learned from her that I was only the second man to have taken her, her husband being a high school sweetheart, not something I had wanted to hear. I targeted married women, hoping they had experience, and that there wasn’t too much innocence to dirty. But this one was too innocent for my liking. It almost made me consider sending her back to her husband, to slip her out while Frano and Alberto weren’t looking, but I knew I couldn’t do that, my job was what it was: I was a slave groomer who made strong women into submissive whores—like I once was.
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  Honey wrapped her legs around me, trying to meld us together. It felt good, but I wondered whether Rita would feel better. I imagined her powerful thighs locking me in place, trapping me, squeezing me as her pussy squeezed my cock. I groaned, desperately wanting her to take me, but I was no longer the submissive weakling of my past, I was the master, the one who made women do as I pleased. And I could never trust someone enough to be a sub again, because I knew it would lead to unspeakable misery, like it had with the Padre.

  I picked up my tempo, enjoying the feeling, but not enough to come, the woman not who I wanted to be in. I yanked her legs away from me and pulled out, then flipped her onto her front. She instantly went on all fours, offering herself up to me. I rubbed her ass, massaging the beautiful mounds, so full and ripe, her tiny waist making them look even more inviting. I kissed one, then the other, my eyes blurring for a moment, the acid I’d taken finally kicking in. I smiled as I imagined touching Rita’s rear, Honey’s voluptuous behind becoming taut before my eyes, increasing my arousal.

  “Please, Master,” she called out. “Take me.”

  I frowned, her voice breaking the illusion of Rita submitting to me.

  “Don’t call me Master, my name’s Jagger,” I said to Honey, not wanting Rita to hear that word. Oh, I would master her, but I had to do it without her realizing it.

  Honey looked over her shoulder, no doubt surprised, especially since I’d struck her many times for calling me anything but Master. She looked confused, unsure, as if she was being tested and didn’t know the correct answer. I ran a hand over her back, hoping to reassure her.

  “I hate being called Master,” I lied. “It was Frano who insisted upon it, so please call me Jagger.”

  She stared at me, continuing to look uncertain.

  “Truly,” I said, smiling, “this isn’t a test, it’s me speaking, not Frano through me.”

  A hesitant smile flickered across her face, then it settled in, the expression endearing, beautiful in its honesty, unlike my own. “I love you,” she said, her words unwelcome.

  “I love you too,” I lied back without hesitation, making her eyes light up. I’d never uttered those words to her before, never wanted to either, but right now I wanted Rita to believe it, because once Honey was gone I would pretend to be inconsolable, then maybe she would soften to me, like the other women had when I’d cried for them, one of the many ploys I used to manipulate the slaves into doing what I wanted.

  I went to enter Honey, but she turned and grabbed me, kissing my face all over, giving me love of which I didn’t deserve. I took a hold of her head, making her look straight into my eyes. “I don’t want you to be sent away,” I said.

  Her eyes widened. “Really?”

  “Yes, amore. I asked Frano if I could keep you. He said no, that you were meant for another, but I fought him, yelled until he relented.” I smiled. “You will be with me from now on.”

  Squealing, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed me onto my back, climbing onto me. Her lips went to mine, the woman passionately kissing me, taking my breath away. I knew my lies were cruel, but I had a job to do and Honey was a means to an end. She grabbed my cock and pushed it inside of her, making me gasp. She started rocking against me, using me, loving me, wanting me, while I let her, not something I usually did, but then I didn’t usually tell a slave I loved them. And anyway, wasn’t love giving yourself to another, which I was doing now.

  She started kissing my ear, her words of love taking away some of the pleasure. I closed my eyes, hearing those words coming from another mouth, their voice deeper. It made my chest tighten, the weight on top of me starting to suffocate. I opened my eyes to remind myself that it was Honey above me and not the Padre, the man who had destroyed my belief in a just God. My eyes widened as I looked into the face of the man I despised. I gasped, the shock paralyzing me for a moment. The man moved his lips to my neck, the revulsion building up in me, making me want to escape.

  “Stop!” I cried. “Please stop!”

  He raised his head, the look of anger on his face making me go still. I wasn’t allowed to argue, only to give or be taken, and if I didn’t abide by his rules, I would suffer worse pain.

  “Mi perdoni, Padre,” I asked for forgiveness.

  He smiled, then leaned down and kissed me, smothering me, taking my breath and self-worth away. I tried to stay still, tried to let him do what he wanted, to get it over with quick, but his weight and lips increased my panic, making me want to push him away. I couldn’t be under him, I couldn’t!

  I shoved at him, yelling “No!” as I jerked and tried to pull free, desperate to get out from under him. He went for me, making me cover my head to stop him from grabbing my hair, which he always did when I wouldn’t co-operate.

  “Jagger, what’s wrong?”

  Surprised to hear a female voice, I lowered my arms a little, peering out to find Honey staring at me, her sweet face filled with concern. Confused, I dropped my arms completely and looked around the room, realizing I wasn’t in the one I’d lived in during my youth. Concrete walls surrounded me, not the brightly colored room filled with the gifts that the Padre had bestowed upon me. I’d loved him at first, had believed that he was the only person who had truly cared for me, but I soon learned it was lust and not love that he returned, the seemingly innocent hugs and kisses he gave me quickly turning into terror-filled nights.

  The jingling of a chain captured my attention. My gaze shot to the woman sitting by the door. Rita was staring across the room at me, her eyes sad and full of pity, as though she knew what had happened to me all those years ago.

  Feeling ashamed, I shifted my gaze back to Honey, who looked both confused and concerned. She was talking to me softly, asking questions I didn’t want to answer. Unable to look her in the eye, I lowered my head, disbelieving that a slave was trying to comfort me, a person who I had tortured, tormented—doing unto her what had been done to me.

  Honey took my face in her hands, making me look at her. “Who’s Padre?” she asked.

  I shook my head, unable to tell her, and not wanting to either. I shouldn’t have allowed her to get on top of me, and worse, I should never have taken drugs before seeing her. It was sloppy as well as making me look like a weak fool, but I couldn’t push Honey away, couldn’t punish her after saying I loved her, it would make me look bad in front of Rita, and ruin what I had set out to do.

  “Who’s Padre?” Honey repeated.

  I looked over at Rita, who was listening intently, her face taking in everything, as if she was recording it to play back later, the woman making me feel even sicker. How could she read me whereas Honey couldn’t?

  I moved Honey away from me gently, then got to my feet and swiped up my towel.

  Honey jumped off the bed. “Please, Mas... Jagger. Tell me what happened. Did I do something wrong?”

  I shook my head. “It was me.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  I stopped wrapping the towel around my hips and focused on her. “I’m sorry, I took drugs. I shouldn’t have, but Frano...”

  She frowned. “What did he do?”

  “He reminded me of what I am and where I came from.”

  She took a hold of my arms. “You looked scared before. Why?”

  “I was tripping. As I said, I shouldn’t have taken the drugs. Please forgive me.”

  She looked surprised. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

  “Grazie, amore.” I took a hold of her head, giving her a soft kiss on top of it. “I must leave now,” I said, pulling away.

  Her face dropped. “No, I want you to stay.”

  Want. Not a word she would know after tomorrow. I shook my head. “I don’t have a choice; I promised Frano I would do something for him in exchange for you.”

  Her frown disappeared. “Can I come?”

  “No, you have to remain here until I do what he asks of me. I will return for you when everything’s finished, then we can move you into my bedroom
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  She jumped in excitement, a huge smile gracing her lovely features. She grabbed my face and kissed me. I let her take the liberty, because it was the last time I would see her.

  After a little while, I finally broke the kiss and touched her cheek softly. “I will see you tomorrow, amore.”

  She nodded, then hugged me.

  I pulled away from her and headed for the door, ignoring Rita, although I could see her gaze following me out of the corner of my eye.

  “Federico!” I called out. “Open up!”

  The bolt moved across, the door opening seconds later, revealing the grisly looking guard, his gaze telling me that he knew what had happened in the room.

  “You didn’t watch, did you?” I asked, concerned. There was no way I wanted my cousins finding out what had happened.

  He shook his head, although I didn’t believe him, the slit in the door used to peer through.

  “If my cousins hear about this,” I said, “I will know you talked and I will kill you.”

  Federico flinched, knowing it was true. He wasn’t family, just hired help, so his loss would only involve a job opening.

  “Buono,” I said. “You can leave the women together, because Rita will be staying in Honey’s chamber from now on. Honey will be moving tomorrow, so it would be nice for her to have a companion in the mean time.”

  Federico frowned at me, what I had said not the usual, the women never being allowed to mix, unless it was for sexual pleasure, but if Rita and Honey talked... I smiled, seeing a golden opportunity. I was wrong; I would be seeing Honey again, but one last time to learn more about Rita.

  “I will return tonight,” I said to Federico. “Rita can be moved while I have some alone time with Honey, then she can be returned and the two can spend the night together until Honey is released tomorrow.”