My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered (2 page)

“
Suck me,” Federico said
loudly.

“
No!” I shouted, letting go of
his cock.

“
Do it now,” he
growled.

“
What’s happening here?!”
a loud voice came from behind Federico.

Federico jolted, although I knew it was
fake. He turned around to see... Frano was glaring at him, the
man’s eyes burning holes through Federico’s head like he wanted to
shoot him. He was dressed in the same clothes as before: black
trousers and a white button-down shirt, the first few buttons at
the top left open, revealing a muscular tanned chest.

Federico stuffed his cock back into his
pants. “Alberto said I could get a blowjob from the slaves whenever
I want.”

Frano pointed at Federico’s face. “Not
with this one!”

“
I...ah...
mi dispiaci,
don,” Federico
apologized. “It won’t happen again.”

“
Unless you want a Jagger
special.”

“
No, no, don, I can assure you I
won’t touch her again.”

“
Did she suck
you?”

“
No, she refused, even with the
gun to her head.”

Frano looked down at me and smiled. “Good
girl.” His gaze moved back to Federico, his disdain returning.
“Take her to my room.”

Federico
nodded
.
“Up!” he said, turning to me.

I rose, my
fear amplifying at the thought
of going to Frano’s bedroom. Even though I found Federico
unattractive, I’d rather suck his cock than allow Frano to touch me
again.

Federico
pushed me out of the cold cell.
We followed Frano up the staircase and through the lounge area. My
eyes went everywhere, cataloging the room. It was decorated in an
old style: the richly colored tapestries with their religious
images making me feel as though I was in God’s house, not the
Devil’s. My gaze took in items of which I could use as weapons: an
ornate vase with rosettes that I could throw, a number of other
expensive-looking pieces of pottery, some with sharp edges, and the
fireplace stoker, which I imagined jamming up Frano’s
ass.

We
ascended a sweeping staircase, the
rich red carpet plush and soft beneath my bare feet. At the top, we
turned right and headed down a long passageway. Portraits lined the
walls, their frames covered in gold leaf. The images within held
variations of a harsh-looking man, his features so similar to
Alberto’s, and a beautiful woman who resembled Frano. Two children
in their early teens sat next to them in a family portrait: Frano
cut a handsome figure, while his younger brother looked like a
stereotypical school bully with his shorn hair and nasty
glare.

At the end of the
passage, Frano
opened a door. Federico prodded me inside the breathtaking room. It
was filled with rich reds and ochres, the only exception being the
fresco on the ceiling. Angels flew over blue-colored plaster, which
again made me think of Italy. I hadn’t thought to ask Federico
where we were, my mind more concerned with not being
killed.

“
Tie her to the bed,” Frano
said. “The ties are in the drawers.”

Federico pushed me
towards
the
four-poster bed. The canopy above it was covered in a light-blue
material that matched the ceiling’s painted skies, while the posts
were made from mahogany, thick and strong, not something I wanted
to be tied to.

Federico p
ushed me again. “On the
bed!”

I turned to him, “Don’t do this,” I
pleaded, although I knew it was pointless, but the thought of Frano
touching me again made me desperate.

Federico raised his gun to my
forehead. “Get on the bed!”

“
Please, no.”

“
NOW!”

I turned to it, knowing
if I fought him I
could risk giving both of us away to Frano, because I knew Federico
wouldn’t shoot me. I lay down on the bed, swallowing as Federico
started tying my wrists to the posts. Once they were secured, he
tied my ankles, then turned to Frano. “There’s no one to guard now,
what do you wish me to do?”

“
There
is
someone to guard. Jagger. He refuses to
move from the cell. I need you to get him to his room. I want you
to guard his door, because I don’t trust him nor Alberto. I want
them both to have enough time to calm down, before I decide what
action to take over their conduct today.”

Federico nodded, then left the room,
closing the door behind him, leaving me alone and naked with Frano,
my husband’s murderer and my tormentor.

Frano
walked up to the bed, his eyes
running over my body, the appreciation on his face making me strain
against the ties.

His eyes
sparkled
, as
if my actions amused him. “You’re quite the fighter. Not many
people can pull Alberto off anything, let alone a woman half his
size.” He reached out, making me flinch as his hand ran up my leg.
“I bet these powerful thighs could snap me in two.” He grinned.
“They remind me of Xenia Onatopp from the Bond movie
GoldenEye
. She killed her enemies by crushing them between her
thighs. I’d love you to crush me between yours, but only for my
pleasure, my
femme fatale
.”

My eyes widened
as his hands went
to his shirt, popping open the buttons. He slipped the shirt off,
allowing it to fall to the floor slowly, as though he was
performing for me, a slow but terrifying striptease. His skin was
the same tone as Jagger’s—a dark olive, although he was more
muscled, his shoulders wider and his waist more solid in comparison
to Jagger’s lithe physique. They were both stunning to look at, but
Jagger didn’t make me want to break his neck—unlike
Frano.

Frano’s hands went to his belt,
flicking it open, his expression turning sultry, the look telling
me he
was
going to fuck me this time.

I shook my head as he pulled
his zipper down
. “No, you can’t.”

“
I can’t, what?” he said,
shunting down his pants and underwear, his hard cock springing
free.

“
You can’t touch me! I don’t
want it!”
I
shouted, now struggling against the ties frantically, my mind no
longer logical, just pure terror racing through me, making me go
crazy.

“
Isn’t my body to your liking?”
he said, glancing down at it, the man’s smile arrogant. He knew he
had a great body but...

“
I’d rather a fuck a spike than
you!!” I yelled.

He laughed. “That I can make
happen, or maybe a red hot,” he ran a hand up his cock,
“
poke
her
.”

My gaze moved
to his hard shaft,
the prick already leaking pre-cum.

“
My face is up
here
,” he
sniggered.

I looked up. He was grinning wide, as
though he thought I was in awe of his manhood.

“
Keep your small dick away from
me!” I yelle
d, wanting to deflate his rampant ego.

“
You know it’s not small,” he
said, his grin not looking like it was going away any time soon.
“Maybe you need a closer look for proof.” He moved up to the head
of the bed and leaned over me, placing his hands on the headboard,
his cock within inches of my face.

I turned my head away and closed my eyes.
He slapped my cheek with his cock, making my eyes flash open. “Get
away from me!”

Laughing, he
turned to the
bedside cabinet and opened the top drawer. He removed a condom
packet and ripped it open with his teeth, keeping his eyes focused
on my face. I watched in horror as he pulled the condom out and
rolled it over his cock.

“
I wa
s aching after you came under my
hand,” he said, “so now it’s your turn to assuage my
desire.”

“
I didn’t want
i
t!”

“
You still came, and it’s rude
not to return what I so generously gave you.”

“
You forced
me
!”

“
I didn’t force you to
come
or to
thrust your breasts into my mouth.” He climbed onto the bed, moving
in between my legs. He placed his hands on either side of my head
and leaned over me, his chest muscles flexing from the movement.
“Your mind may not want me, but your body does,” he said, lying
down on me.

“
Get off me!!”
I yelled, now going
into a full-out panic.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head to
the side, the pain making me gasp. “You are so beautiful.” He
lowered his head to my neck and kissed it. “So beautiful,” he
muttered, nipping my flesh with his teeth.

“
Get off me,” I
gasped.

“
No,
I’m going to get into you.” He moved
his head to look down at me. “You are no longer Jagger’s slave,
you’re mine.”

“
No!”

“
Oh, yes, because you are making
Jagger crazier than he already is, and I can’t have that. So, I
will be your master from now on.” He bent down and kissed
me.

I jerked my head to the side, yelling out
as he pulled my hair. He yanked my head to face him.

“
You will not fight me,
understand, slave?”

“
Get off me!”

He smiled, then moved to
kiss
me. I
spat at him, getting him in his mouth and face. He jerked back and
spat at the floor, then jumped off me and wiped his
face.

“
You dare spit at me!” he
yelled, his expression now enraged, his skin reddening from his
anger.

“
You disgust me!” I shouted
back.

He moved faster than I was
prepared
for, his brutal slap making my head whip around. I cried
out, my face feeling like it had been struck by a bus. It was more
painful than all of Jagger’s slaps put together—times
ten.

Frano
grabbed a fistful of my hair and
yanked my head around again. “You will pay for that,” he growled,
the malice in his eyes making me shiver. “I was going to pleasure
you, to make you enjoy what I have, but you don’t deserve it.” He
let go of me and opened the bottom drawer next to the bed, pulling
out...

I started shaking my
head
, the
vicious-looking nipple clamps dangling from his hand not something
I wanted anywhere near me. He smiled maliciously as he opened one
of them. I tried to move away from him, but the ties held me in
place. I screamed as he grabbed one of my breasts and placed the
clamp on my nipple, the pain shooting through me. He grabbed my
other breast and put the second clamp on, the feeling agonizing. I
screwed my eyes up, trying to blank it out, but it was unbearable,
the pain debilitating. Matt had tried them on me once, but only
once, because it had been too much, my nipples extremely
sensitive.

“
That is a beautiful sight,”
Frano said. “Your pain, my pleasure. Now, open your mouth
wide.”

I opened my eyes, instantly clamping my
mouth shut, the small ball in Frano’s hand, making me shake my head
at him. He grabbed one of the nipple clamps and twisted it, making
me scream out so loud it hurt my throat. He stuffed the ball in my
mouth, then secured the straps behind my head.

“
Can’t have you disturb the
household,” he said, smiling. He climbed back onto me. “I would’ve
gone slow for you, would have made you groan in ecstasy, but you
need to know I am not here for you. You
are here for
me
. So, I will take my pleasure while you
learn that it’s not worth fighting me—because I always get what I
want, and right now I want to be inside of you.”

His cock prodded me below. I shook my
head, pleading with my eyes, although I knew it was wasted with the
way he was smiling sadistically at me. I screamed into the ball as
he shoved his cock inside of me, burying himself to the hilt. He
started moving, pistoning in and out of me, taking me hard, the
look on his face telling me he was purposely hurting me, the man by
no means small. I closed my eyes and bit into the rubber ball,
panting out the pain at each thrust.

He grabbed my face and pulled
back my eyelids. “Look at me,” he said. “Or I will twist the
clamp
s
again.”

I opened my eyes, wishing
anyone but Frano was on top of me, even Alberto being the lesser of
two evils. Frano started moving again, his eyes telling me I had no
choice, that he owned me, and that he would take me over and over
again. I started crying, everything too much. It was bad enough
being raped, but to be raped by my husband’s murderer killed
me,
no
,
I wished Frano
had
killed me, because anything was better than the pain and
guilt that was hammering away at me. Even though I was being
forced, it still felt like I was betraying Matt, my beautiful Matt,
who I needed now more than ever, but that would never happen
because of the evil monster inside of me.