My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered (7 page)

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

“
S
ì
,
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
w
hen 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.

Another slap stung me, then Federico let
out an angry grunt and sat down next to me. “You poor man, Alberto
deserves to die for this, no amount of punishment is enough for
that sick bastard or that pervert priest. I’ll take the recording
to Frano...” He swore. “I can’t or he’ll kill me.” Another slap
stung my face. “Wake up; you must wake up before the Donatelli
come. Wake up! They will take you, you must leave now.”

I remained still while my mind
raced, the knowledge of what was coming—or
who
was coming telling me that what Alberto
had done to me was only the beginning.

5

Rita

A slap hit
my butt, making me jolt
awake.

“
You fell asleep,” a male voice
said, “Get up.”

I turned around, finding my arms had been
freed and Frano staring down at me. He stepped back, giving me
room. Covering my breasts with an arm, I pushed off the bed. Frano
was now fully dressed, although his desire for me was naked, the
bulge in his pants trying to break free.

He pointed his gun at me.
“
Out,” he
muttered, indicating for me to move to the door.

I headed out of the room. Frano gave me an
unnecessary shove down the passage.

Angry, I turned around and yelled at
him. “Stop it!”

He grabbed my throat and
pressed the gun into my ribs. “You don’t give me orders,
puttana
.”

I swallowed against his hand, but still
glared at him. He leaned forward, giving me a hard kiss, then
pulled back. “Every time you disobey me I will do something sexual
to you.” He smiled. “My pleasure and your secret pleasure, because
we both know you want me.”

“
I don’t want you! I
hate—”

My yell was cut off by another kiss. He
pulled back. “Next time it won’t be a kiss.” Smiling, he let go of
my neck and grabbed my pussy, making me yell out. “Next time it
will be my finger jammed up here or my hand on your tits. So, if
you disobey me I will know you want it, like you wanted my cock
inside of you.” He smiled wider. “So, disobey me, I dare
you.”

Gritting my teeth, I
pulled away from
him, then resumed walking down the passage.

We rounded the corner
and descended the
staircase. A tall man was ushering three naked women through the
lounge, the chains around their waists linking them together in an
erotic chain gang. I didn’t want to feel the chains against my
skin, nor hear the clank of the metal, yet I knew it would be for
the best if I were joined to them, because at least I could get
information.

A
s I reached the bottom step, the tall man
with them stopped to look at me. He had wide shoulders, which
tapered down to a small waist, the man’s muscular body amazing, his
black T-shirt and well-cut pants not hiding a thing. But it was his
eyes which caught my attention the most. They were striking, the
blue so pale, his dark-olive skin making them stand out even more.
He looked about Jagger’s age—early twenties, but without the hard
edge, a man who hadn’t suffered, but enjoyed life to its
fullest.

He smiled at me.
“
Bella
.”

“
S
ì
, she
is beautiful, but dangerous,” Frano said. “She’s FBI.”

The man’s dark eyebrows quirked.
“Really?”

“
S
ì
,
which will make breaking her even more satisfying.” Frano placed
his chin on my shoulder, making me want to jerk away. “Disobey me,”
he whispered into my ear. “I dare you.”

I slapped his face, making him
yell out.
Then I was the one yelling, as he grabbed my breasts and
squeezed my abused nipples.

“
I warned you,” he
growled.

“
But, you or-ordered me to
dis-disobey you,” I panted out, knowing he hadn’t, but even with
all the pain he was causing, it was worth it just to hit
him.

“
You damn well know what I
meant, bitch.” He gave my nipples one last squeeze, then let go. My
hands instantly went to them, massaging the swollen
nubs.

Mario
grinned wide. “She will be fun to
break. I would love to take over her training. Jagger can have two
of mine in exchange.”

“
No,
I’m her master.”

“
Oh.” Mario frowned. “I
thought she was Jagger’s.”

“
Not anymore, which is why I
need you to watch over her tonight while I concentrate on the
supper. She can be joined to your slaves. I want her to witness
what’s going to happen to Jagger.”

“
What i
s happening to Jagger?”

“
He’
s paying a debt owed to the
Donatelli.”

“
How?”

“
Ten lashes of the whip, and
once it’s done the Donatelli will drop their vendetta against
us.”

“
And Jagger has agreed to
this?”

“
Agreed
is not the right word, instead he is
aware of what will be happening, which means he will need to be
restrained.”

Mario’s gaze moved back to
m
e. “Is that
why you’ve taken his slave off him?”

“
No, he’
s acting odd with her, and I don’t
wish for another attachment to be made, which I’m sure you’ll
understand.”

Mario’s jaw
tightened
,
Frano’s jab reminding me of what Federico had said about the tall
slave trainer. Maybe he would be easier to manipulate, but I still
preferred to stay with Jagger, the mention of the whipping
confirming what I already knew: that he was being abused. I wanted
to get Jagger away from his family along with the three women
standing behind Mario, the ebony-skinned one trembling, her face a
mask of fear.

“
Link her to the others,” Frano
said, pushing me forward.

Mario
grabbed my arm and yanked me over to
the three women. He wrapped a chain around my waist, then attached
it to the black woman’s chain. She kept her eyes down, not even
giving me a sideway’s glance. The other two also stared at the
floor as though it was the most fascinating thing in the
world.

Mario
grabbed my face. “This is the last
time you’ll look at me directly unless I tell you to. Always keep
your head bowed and don’t answer me back, because I do more than
squeeze tits.” He smiled wickedly, his eyes telling me he truly
enjoyed his job.

I remained silent, my nipples still
hurting from what Frano had done, my lesson learned for the time
being. Mario squeezed my cheeks hard, making me wince, but I kept
my eyes straight, not wanting to give in to the arrogant prick,
obviously my lesson not learned well enough.

A smile graced Mario’s face. “I like a
challenge. Now, lower yourself to your knees.”

I glanced at Frano, then back at
Mario.

“
If you make me repeat myself I
will fuck you in front of everyone.”

I lowered myself to my knees, my face
right in front of his crotch. He smiled down at me, making me pray
he didn’t open his fly.

He threw Frano a glance. “A fast learner.
I had to whip the thick slave next to her to teach her to
kneel.”

My eyes moved to Frano, who was staring
down at me. “She can learn faster in my opinion,” he said, “though
she needs no training when it comes to bouncing on my cock.” He
flicked his tongue out at me.

I gritted my teeth, willing
myself not to react, because the bastard was
taun
ting me,
daring me to bite back. I would’ve too, but my nipples were telling
me to shut the fuck up.

He smiled wide. “She’s a real good fuck
too.”

“
I never knew the FBI were
good fuckers,” Mario laughed, Frano joining him.

I dropped my gaze, again
willing myself not to
react—because right now I wanted to kill Frano
more than anything in the world.

A slap stung my
chee
k. “Look
at me!” Frano snapped.

I raised my gaze, the man not so merry
now.

Frano turned his attention to Mario. “In
regards to the lowering of eyes—that does not apply to me. When I
enter the room she must look at me and only me.”

“
I will make certain of
that,” Mario said.

“
Buono
, now place all the slaves by the
wall for our guests’ viewing pleasure.”

“
S
ì.
Rise,” Mario said to me.

I got to my feet, my gaze
staying on Frano, only breaking the contact when we were
shuffled over to a
window, the chains jingling as we walked.

“
You may all look at
me
,” Mario
said.

I turned my attention to him, seeing the
others in my periphery doing the same, although I stole furtive
glances of the lounge. Men in black and white were setting a large
table, garnishing it with steaming hot food and salads. My mouth
watered, my stomach grumbled, the meager portion I’d been given
earlier not even coming close to quelling my hunger.

Mario started talking, “The
Donatelli are coming to dinner, so I expect all of you to be on
your best behavior. Any disobedience and the punishment will be
severe for both the perpetrator
and
the other three slaves. I don’t need
acknowledgement just that you do as I ask without a whimper of
complaint. Red...”

The redheaded woman at the
other end straightened.
“Yes, Master?”

“
Since you’re my number
one
, you’re
in charge. If anyone so much as says a word out of line you are to
tell me at the end of the night. Of course, if I find out you’ve
lied; I will make your punishment twice as hard.”

She flinched.
“Yes,
Master.”

He stepped forward and placed a hand
behind the woman’s head, giving her a long kiss. After a minute he
finally pulled back, the look on the slave’s face ecstatic. He was
a very attractive man, but to me no one could outdo Jagger’s
beauty—although Frano’s attributes were extensive. I silently
cursed myself, annoyed that I had compared them, and even more
annoyed that I found Frano attractive. No, I shouldn’t be annoyed,
because his appearance was nothing more than a superficial exterior
to be appreciated like a beautiful painting. Though, his
personality was more like a Picasso image: distorted and ugly—just
worth millions.

Mario turned and headed for Frano, who was
watching me from across the room. Mario stopped in front of him,
saying a few words. Frano patted his arm, then they both left the
room as the black-suited men continued to set the table.

Seeing my opportunity,
I turned to the
women. “I’m FBI. Tell me your names.”

The women
ignored me, all of them staring
at the floor.

“
Can’t I even know your
names?”

“
You are not to speak
uninvited,” the redhead said, her accent sounding
German.