My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered

by Marita A. Hansen

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  Jagger

  A loud bang jolted me awake.

  “Jagger!” Frano called out. “Be in my office in ten minutes.”

  “Sì!” I pushed out of bed, not wanting to go, but knowing I would be reprimanded if I didn’t, although I was going to be reprimanded regardless for starting the fight with Alberto.

  I did up the buttons on my shirt, then headed out of my room, wondering why Federico wasn’t guarding it. Not really caring, I walked down the passage and descended the staircase, not looking forward to what was coming my way. Frano’s temper was just as bad as mine, if not worse, especially when he allowed his cool to slip.

  I crossed the lounge, and headed down another passageway, the house like a rabbit warren. I stopped outside of Frano’s office and knocked. “It’s me.”

  “Come in!”

  I entered and closed the door behind me. Frano got up from his desk and walked around it. “Take a seat,” he said, indicating towards the couch.

  I sat down, waiting for the onslaught.

  “I know what you were doing,” he said, glaring down at me. “And I don’t appreciate you getting Alberto and myself involved in your games. You train the slaves by yourself, not using us as your own personal tools to get sympathy from them.”

  “I didn’t intend for things to go that far. Alberto is crazy.”

  “I won’t excuse what Alberto did, but you have overstepped the boundaries by bedding his wife. What happened today has been a long time in the making.”

  “That excuses nothing! He sexually assaulted me!”

  “And he will be punished accordingly, as you will be also.”

  “I didn’t batter and dry hump him!”

  “You got me wrong. Your punishment is for what you did to Father Michael.”

  My body went stiff. “I don’t understand. What has he got to do with my fight with Alberto?”

  “Nothing, but our shipment of stolen women has everything to do with you. The Donatelli are responsible and say they will keep on doing it until we hand you over.”

  I shot up off the couch. “You can’t send me to them; you know what they will do to me.”

  “I’m not sending you anywhere.”

  “Then why are you bringing them into this discussion.”

  “What you did to the Padre is killing the family business. The Donatelli will continue to punish us all if they don’t get their pound of flesh. An eye for an eye and a—”

  My hands went to my cock. “You can’t take it!”

  His gaze moved to what I was covering, then back up to my face. “I have no intention of cutting off your tool of the trade.”

  “Then what do you want from me?”

  “Ten lashes across your back.”

  I shook my head. “You’ll scar me.”

  “Like you scarred my godfather.”

  “He raped and abused me for five years!”

  Frano exhaled heavily. “Forever crying rape will not get you out of this. And even if he did, my hands are tied, you will take those lashes for the famiglia or I will hand you over to them, because you are not bringing my household to its knees.”

  “But, you need me.”

  “I also need the women for you to train, and if the Donatelli cut off our biggest supply we will all be out of a job.”

  “You still can’t whip me.”

  “I won’t, the Padre will.”

  “NO! That monster is not to come near me!”

  “You have no say in the matter.”

  “I can’t be near him!” I said, now panicked. I looked at the door as it opened. Two of our biggest guards entered, the men heavy-set, the one with the pale eyes almost twice my weight. My eyes shot back to Frano. “Please, cousin, you can’t leave me alone with that man, he is a monster; he will do more than whip me.”

  “You won’t be alone; you will be whipped in front of everyone, the Donatelli and our own famiglia.”

  I shook my head. “You can’t, they can’t; I don’t deserve this.”

  “You cut off a man’s cock!” Frano yelled, his face now turning red. “You stuffed it into his mouth! You deserve to have been killed for that! Yet, you whimper and whine like a woman,” his face twisted in anger, “while the famiglia suffers for your actions.” He pointed a finger at my face. “You WILL take the whippings and you WILL beg for the father’s forgiveness as each strike carves into your back. Capito?!!”

  “NO!!”

  Frano moved fast, his hand striking my face before I could react. My head whipped to the side, feeling like he’d hit me with a plank of wood.

  “Capito?!” he yelled.

  I turned my head back to him, the blood rushing to my face, my anger making me do the unthinkable. I spat at his face, yelling, “Fuck you!”

  Frano wiped his face, his expression livid, his eyes looking like a fire was burning behind them. “Take him!” he snapped, indicating for the guards to come forward.

  I turned, knowing I had no chance of winning, but preferring to face them as a man, not a woman as Frano had called me. I kicked the first man in the balls, the brute going down with a loud oomph, his knees thudding to the floor. Frano grabbed me from behind, his arm locking me into a strangle hold.

  “Sedate him!” Frano snapped. “The syringe is on my desk.”

  The standing guard grabbed the syringe and pushed the needle into my arm, causing me to hiss at the sting.

  “Dress him in leather pants,” Frano said, “I don’t want any marks left on his lower region, only his back.”

  “Yes, don.”

  “And oil him up, including his leather pants, hopefully that will allow the whip to slide off him easier, leaving less scarring. Make sure whatever you oil him with has healing properties, and when he comes to give him a mild sedative, something enough to make him placid as well as to help with the pain he will endure. Now, take him to his room.”

  My eyes closed, the drug bogging me down. The man scooped me up as though I weighed nothing. I wanted to struggle, but my limbs were too heavy, the drug paralyzing my body, but I knew it wouldn’t knock me out, since the acid was still running through my veins.

  The guard carried me through the door and down the passage. The other guard cursed behind us, mumbling that I was a prick and other similar words. Before long, I was lying on my bed, the touch of their hands making me panic as they pulled off my clothes. But I could do nothing to stop them, my body just a lump of useless flesh. They continued, one of them asking the other in Italian which leathers I was to wear.

  “The oldest-looking pair,” the man grunted, “because they will be ruined after tonight.”

  Footfalls receded, then returned.

  “Is he completely out of it?” the brute I’d kicked asked.

  “Sì, he’s unconscious.”

  A hand grabbed my balls and twisted them, the action causing pain to shoot through my body, but instead of screaming I lay still, although I was screaming in my mind. The drug may have paralyzed me, but I still could feel everything he was doing.

  “Nico! Let him go!”

  The man did. “Just returning pain for pain.”

  “He won’t feel it, he’s unconscious.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Just do your job.”

  The big guard grunted, then the leather pants were tugged on. After they were done up, an oily substance was dribbled onto my chest, then rubbed in, again the feel of male hands making me scream in my head for them to stop, but only their breathing filled the room, my voice silenced.

  The sound of a door opened, taking the hands away from my body, giving my mind a moment’s rest, then the voice that came sent my mind into blind panic.

  “What are you doing?” Alberto snapped.

  The bed went up. “We’re preparing Jagger for the whipping, signore, as per your brother’s instructions.”

  “What whipping?”

  “The Donatelli are coming for supper. One of their men will be whipping Ja
gger for his crime against the Padre.”

  “Why isn’t he moving?”

  “He went crazy so we had to drug him.”

  “What are Frano’s instructions?”

  “To rub oil on his chest, back, and arms so it lessens the damage the whipping will cause.”

  “I’ll finish then.”

  “Sorry, signore, but the don gave us a direct order.”

  “Do you want the consequences of Jagger finding out you touched his body in this manner? Do you know what he’s done for less?”

  “Ah...we’re not touching him inappropriately.”

  “Father Michael didn’t either, yet he still had his cock cut off and stuffed into his mouth.”

  “We will take our leave, grazie mille.”

  Footsteps receded. The door closed. The lock clicked. Then heavy footsteps approached my bed. My heartbeat picked up two-thousand notches, the heavy breathing above me amplifying my fear. Even though I couldn’t see Alberto, I knew he was staring down at me, probably sneering, like he usually did when I caught him looking my way, which was often. I knew he hated me. His disdain always made me feel as if he thought less of me than the slaves, and I knew he would toss me to the Donatelli in a second if he had the opportunity.

  Alberto ran a hand up my chest. I tried to move away, but my muscles remained static, my body mired to the bed. The mattress went down next to me, then a slap struck my cheek.

  He laughed. “I have waited for a moment like this for a very long time, bello.” He squeezed my cheeks. “I’ve dreamed many times of this, where I have you alone and defenseless, where there are no consequences for my actions, where I can do as I please to you.”

  My pants were yanked down, then a calloused hand latched onto my manhood, the reality of having my cock cut off all too real, but instead of the feel of a knife, Alberto’s hand started massaging me, then his lips brushed mine, the shock of what he was doing sending a jolt of confusion through me. Alberto wasn’t gay, he liked women, but Alberto’s tongue snaked inside of my mouth, saying differently.

  Disgust, horror, disbelief, terror and more all ran through my mind. I couldn’t believe the mouth that was kissing me, nor the hand that was playing with me below. Alberto hated me, tormented me, NOT lusted after me. But this wasn’t about power, because he thought I was unconscious, and the mouth that kissed me was doing so passionately.

  Alberto pulled back a little and rubbed his nose against mine, his heavy breathing touching my skin. “That time I walked in on you and Father Michael...” Alberto moaned. “Oh, Mio Dio, I used to relive that moment over and over again. He must’ve drugged you because you weren’t moving, but he was, and it was a glorious sight to see him take your beautiful body, moving in and out of you, making love in a way you were made for.” His lips brushed mine. “You don’t know how much I longed to do what the Padre had done, how much I’ve ached to fill you. I wish I didn’t feel this way, wish I didn’t have this sickness you’ve given me. I’ve fought so hard not to give into it, but every time I see you it sends those sick thoughts straight to my cock, making me want to take you like you take the slaves.” Alberto kissed me again, then rested his forehead against mine. “But up until today all I could do was to fill your whores, putting my cock where yours had been. It was the only way it could grow hard for those dirty, disgusting women. And my wife ... I only married her because she had eyes for you. I knew if you fucked her, I could get hard.” He laughed. “I wasn’t mad that you fucked her, it was all an act because if I let you do it without protesting it would’ve made me look like a weak man. But I am weak, because I can’t control my own cock, the bastard of a thing needing you, which was why I hurt you. I was angry that I couldn’t do anything about it, so took it out on you. I know you can’t hear me, but I am truly sorry for what I did today. I got carried away, and when you yelled at me, looking at me with disgust, I just lost my mind, like I always do around you.”

  The bed went up, then things dropped onto the floor. Next, Alberto removed my pants completely, then pushed between my legs. I screamed in my head as a slippery finger ran between my ass cheeks, the horror of what Alberto was going to do beyond belief. He kissed me as his finger pushed inside my hole, the memory of what Father Michael had done and what Alberto was now doing merging into one. I was an innocent child once more, the mind-numbing terror I’d lived so long with overcoming my thoughts. Then the pain followed, always the pain. The Padre never prepared me properly, just shoved inside of me, like Alberto was doing now, his cock too big, filling me with too much in a place that was a sin.

  Not wanting to feel it, wanting to escape instead, I did what I had done with the Padre, I tried to blank my mind, tried to think of a happier moment in my life to distract myself, of when my father spent time with me, laughing as he swung me around, the only man who loved me more than himself. But the pain drowned out the memory as my body was used for someone else’s wants and desires. I was no better than the women I trained; I was just as much a slave as they were. The first day I’d walked into this house was the day I’d given up my freedom. My family was meant to protect me, yet they abused me or overlooked the abuse. Then they wondered why I was insane. I didn’t cause it; their insanity was forced inside of my mind as Alberto’s cock was now being forced inside my body.

  Alberto grunted as his filthy cazzo throbbed inside of me, taking what I would never give freely, raping both my body and mind. I couldn’t even speak. I desperately want to scream at him to get off me, but could do nothing as his heavy body squashed my own. He grabbed my ass and lifted it, angling me so he could get deeper penetration, his cock pumping me hard. Women were meant to be filled, not men—and not this man! Not me!

  I tried to will my eyes open, but they stayed glued shut, shielding me from the vulgar sight of Alberto raping me. Alberto started speaking to me in Italian, calling me beautiful, and everything that I would say to a woman—to a lover. His mouth moved to my nipple, sucking on it like I was a woman. He pushed my legs back, folding me in half, then picked up speed, pumping me so hard I knew I would bleed. He was a big man and I hadn’t been taken in almost seven years, what he was doing was splitting me in two.

  It seemed to last forever, his sickness sliding in and out of me, then he finally stilled, a loud groan emanating throughout the room as his cock filled me with cum. He collapsed on top of me, squashing me, suffocating me, revolting me. His next words shot more terror through my soul, making me scream in my head again, willing myself to move, to escape this torture.

  “I know you won’t remember this,” he said, “and I know this will mean nothing to you, but it hasn’t quelled my lust for you, it has fired it up even more. Which means you must go to the Donatelli. The Padre will let me fuck you, otherwise I will tell everyone what he did to you all those years ago. But, I don’t think he will argue with me, because I know he liked me watching.” Alberto kissed my lips. “I will do everything in my power for this to happen, then you will know the next time I fill you, and you will also know that you are meant for me—not the whores downstairs.”

  He thrust his tongue inside of my mouth, taking more. After what felt like forever, he finally pulled away and got off the bed. Footsteps receded then returned, a towel wiping away his cum from me. My pants were finally pulled back on, and I was flipped onto my front. Alberto started doing the job the men should’ve done, rubbing the oil into my back.

  “I don’t want you whipped,” he said, “I will talk to the Padre, and make an arrangement with him to stop it from happening. Frano will be furious, but it’s for the best. You are a good trainer, but you have become sloppy. We can find someone else to replace you, but I cannot find anyone I want more to fill. You will be taken, I promise you this.”

  His hand slipped inside my pants, his finger rubbing up and down my crack. “I am not young, yet I am growing hard again.” He groaned. “Maybe I should fill you more while I have the opportunity.”

  A knock sounded, followed by Federico’s voice
, making Alberto’s hand disappear from my pants.

  Footsteps moved away from me, then the creak of my door sounded.

  A moment later Federico’s shocked voice filled the room. “What have you done to him?!”

  “Nothing!” Alberto yelled back. “You are best to watch your tone with me!”

  “Why is he lying like he’s dead?”

  “He has been drugged, Frano’s orders. I was just putting the oil on him as instructed. And you don’t ask questions, you take orders.”

  Different hands turned me over. “He’s unconscious.”

  “Sì, otherwise he would’ve fought what needed to be done. And stop looking at me like that, I haven’t harmed him. Now, I must go prepare for the evening.”

  “What am I to do with him?”

  “Watch him, and when he wakes give him one of the pills by the bedside. It will dull his mind so he can get through the whipping tonight. Though, if I have any say in it, the whipping won’t happen.”

  The door closed, then different, lighter footsteps moved around the room, followed by the sound of a chair scraping. Federico muttered, “Now, let’s see if Alberto was telling the truth.”

  Silence fell over the room, then the sound of a door closed, followed by Alberto’s voice, but it was weak, along with the two guards who’d brought me in. My mind finally registered it was a recording, the realization of what Federico was doing now hitting me. Someone had planted a camera in my room, no doubt Frano, the bastardo watching me without my permission. I knew he didn’t trust me, then the full realization of what Federico was going to see slammed into me. Seconds later, Federico yelled out: “What the hell?!”

  Grunting now started, no doubt from the recording of Alberto fucking me. Federico swore, cursed, his words filled with disgust and horror, everything that I had felt, still felt, along with some more words thrown in.

  “She was right,” he said, “Jagger was abused, is abused. God, how ... how... God! This is sick.” Footsteps approached the bed, a slap stinging my face. “Wake up, Jagger, you must wake up.”

  I remained still, my mind wanting to do what Federico said, but my body unable to carry through with it.