Read My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions Online
Authors: Marita A. Hansen
Tags: #fbi, #erotica, #sex slaves, #kidnapped, #human trafficking, #non consent, #italian mafia, #captives
Matteo
looked over his shoulder at me. “He
won’t kill Thierry, we need him, and I told him I want the soldier
with the facial scar, and not to harm the girls.”
“
He won’t kill Thierry or
your soldier, but I wouldn’t count on him sparing the
girls.”
“
But, they will be useful to
bribe Pedro Landi.”
“
If Christo thinks they will be
of use, he will keep them alive—for now. You don’t understand my
brother like I do, Matteo. He has a sickness.”
“
Yeah, like you.”
“
No,
ragazzo
, he doesn’t have lust, he has blood lust.
You need to be careful around him, he’s gotten even worse. No one’s
life, but mine, is safe.”
“
Stop talking Italian shit to
me, and h
e
wouldn’t kill me, he likes me.”
“
He has killed people
he’s liked before
when he’s gone into a rage, so watch your back around
him.”
“
You’re just saying that
to spook me because
I smacked you around.”
“
I don’t want you dead.” I
smiled. “I want to fill you with love.”
Matteo shot up straight.
“Are you talking
about fucking me?!”
“
You shouldn’t use such
distasteful words, and you have more to be afraid of than me
enjoying your virile body.”
“
Christo wo
n’t kill me; he’s been nothing
but good to me.” He pointed a finger at me. “Unlike you. So, stop
hitting on me, you sick bastard.”
Nino pushed up off the couch and stormed
towards the front door, mumbling things about faggots. Matteo
tensed, looking ready to follow him out of the house to exact
revenge.
“
No one likes us,” I said,
pulling his attention away from the slamming door.
Matteo’s
pretty face twisted in anger.
“Christo likes me,” he spat.
“
And
he loves me, but everyone else looks
at us with disgust.”
“
Only for you, and Nino’s a
homophobe.”
“
It doesn’t matter.” I frowned.
“And
where’s
Gabriel? I thought that’s why you went out.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “My
sister wanted to keep him. She found a few good uses for him, if
you know what I mean.”
“
What?!”
“
Yeah, by the way, your Angel
Gabriel likes punk chicks. He looked to be enjoying all the
different
positions
; Oh ... I mean
uses
my sister had for him.”
“
Get him now!”
“
Nah, he’s handcuffed to the bed
ready for some more kinky fun with my sister.”
I stormed up to him. “You get him now,
boy, before I lose my patience with you.”
He sho
ved me. “Stay back, you
pervert.”
Having
learned my lesson from earlier, I
rushed him before he could react. Matteo was a skilled fighter, but
I was stronger than him, and if I pinned him before he could
attack—I had him.
I grabbed his arms and
shoved him into the
wall, jamming my body hard against his. He started thrashing his
head about, trying to head-butt me.
“
Be still, boy,” I said, keeping
my head out of range.
“
L
et me go!” he hollered, trying to get me
off him. He was muscular, but I was much bulkier than him. My
muscle was built from hours in the gym, something I did to curb my
obsession with sex. I knew I was weak in the mind when it came to
men and boys, so I made my body strong, working out constantly to
keep from giving into my demons.
Matteo continued thrashing about, causing
my cock to harden, the boy not realizing his actions were arousing
me even more. I had a need to take what I shouldn’t, to bite the
forbidden apple, and right now Matteo was just that. He had an evil
nature, and a body forged by the devil to tempt such men as myself,
and worse, if I took him I would be committing the ultimate
sin—incest, something I didn’t want to do, although I knew I would.
I had tried to avoid him in the past because of it, but with him
constantly being around, I could no longer curb my
appetite.
I
forced his arms between the wall and
his back, trapping them with more pressure, then placed a hand on
his forehead to hold it still. I cocked my head to the side and
started kissing his neck, nibbling at his luscious skin.
“
Nino!” he screamed.
“Nino! Help me!”
“
He won’t help
you
,” I
murmured against his skin.
“
Get off me!”
“
I wish I could, but I am weak
against such beauty. And if I let you go now you will attack me. I
may be stronger than you, but you are a gifted fighter. So, listen
carefully if you want to be free.”
“’
Kay, ’kay, just let me go,” he
said, his breathing now heavy. Not from desire, I knew he didn’t
find me attractive, but from panic. Still, I found it delicious.
His stunning blue eyes were so wide, giving him a vulnerable look.
It made him appear younger. I liked that. My nephew wore fear well.
I made a note to induce it again.
“
If I let you go and you kill
me,” I said, “Christo will kill you and much more painfully. He
would tie you up, and strip the flesh from your bones, laughing as
you screamed.”
“
He wouldn’t do that, he
loves me.”
“
He loves me more, and the grief
would push him over the edge. His blood lust would take over his
sanity. He won’t even know it’s you until after you’re dead, that’s
if he can identify the mangled mess left behind.”
Matteo stared at me in
horror.
“
So, I’m taking that as you
won’t kill me?”
He nodded.
“
He also won’t tolerate you
hitting me again, so keep your fists to yourself.”
“
I won’t touch you,
I promise, just get
the fuck off me.”
“
I will—a
fter I have a little bit of
fun.” I started rubbing my groin against his.
“
Stop! I’m your
nephew!”
“
Great nephew;
so not so
close.”
“
It doesn’t matter, we’re
related!”
“
Yet you beat me up. So, give me
a kiss to say sorry for attacking me, then I’ll let you
go.”
“
I’m not kissing
you!”
“
We Italians kiss all the
time, it’s not always sexual.”
“
You’ve got a fucking
hard-on!”
“
Stop shouting, and one kiss on
the lips is a small price for freedom.”
“
NINO!
!”
“
No use calling
him. I told Nino to
leave when you got here. You didn’t think you would get away with
beating me up without retribution, now did you?”
Matteo appeared
shocked
.
“But, I’m his brother’s son.”
“
Unlike me, he’s never liked
you. Y
ou’re
a rude, disobedient boy who continuously insults him, so he’s
allowing me to teach you a lesson in humility. So, kiss
me.”
He shook his head. “I’d rather
die.”
“
That’s not happening, because
despite your evil nature, God has bestowed upon you the gift of
beauty, and it would be a sin to allow it to perish.”
“
You’re fucked in the
head.”
“
And I’d love to
fuck
you in the
ass.”
“
NINO!!”
I laughed. “Oh, your panic is
delicious, so much so that I’m considering taking you right here
and now, regardless of my brother’s wishes.”
Matteo shook his head, his eyes scared,
which made my ache throb even more. I pushed my hand in between us
to flick open his pants, causing him to thrash about again, the
pleas coming from his mouth arousing me beyond what I could take.
I’d watched him for so long, seen him naked, ached to fill him, to
make love to him, and now I had him helpless I didn’t think I could
walk away; my lust for him was just too strong.
He started screaming for help, help that
wouldn’t come. I shunted his pants halfway down his legs, my mind
completely gone; the need he’d created in me blinding all reason.
Matteo continued to struggle fruitlessly against me, the boy no
match for my strength. I pushed his pants completely down with my
foot, preparing to spin him around.
“
Please
don’t do this, Uncle Michael,” he
pleaded.
I hesitated, the word ‘Uncle” breaking
through my insanity. I had pleaded for my uncle to stop, but he
never did.
“
I’
m your nephew,” Matteo said. “You
can’t do this to me.”
I breathed out, my lust
clearing a
fraction, allowing sanity to start seeping back in. Matteo
was staring at me in horror, not something I wanted to see. Horror
was different from fear—because it spoke of incest.
“
Please forgive me,” I
said.
Matteo nodded rapidly. “I will, I
will, just let me go.”
“
No, don’t let him go, “Satan
hissed into my ear.
“Take him.”
“
It’s a sin,” I said.
“
It would be a sin
not
to take
him.”
“
He’s my
nephew.”
“
No, he’s God’s gift to
you.”
“
Like I was God’s gift to my
uncle?”
“
Your uncle was evil, you
are not. You want to impart love, not hate.”
“
What do you know of love? You
are the Devil.”
“
I was once an angel. So
take him.”
“
Matteo doesn’t want
me.”
“
What he wants is of no
consequence, plus he needs to be punished for his sins. You also
need to start living up to your namesake. As with Archangel
Michael, it is your sacred duty to punish all fallen angels, of
which Matteo is. So, spear him with your holy sword.”
“
That is
vile blasphemy!”
“
I do not blaspheme, I speak the
truth.”
“
No. You are a liar and a
deceiver.”
“
Then why do you listen to
me?”
“
I am weak.”
“
No, you are strong, which is
why the fallen angel trembles before you. He knows he is caught, he
just has to accept his punishment for all the evil he has
done.”
“
S
ì
, he is evil.”
“
As you are holy. You have not
fallen like this creature before you did, you hold strong to your
duty as God’s soldier. So, punish him.”
“
All I want to do is kiss
him.”
“
Then do it.”
“
I want to plunder him
to.”
“
Do it!”
“
I will.” I went to kiss
Matteo.
“
No!” he screamed, trying
to avoid my lips. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t!”
“
I will. I
t is my duty
.
”
I swung him around to face the wall. I pulled out
the evil from under my garb, the twisted sword I would spear him
with.
Matteo screamed
and flung the back
of his head into mine. I let go of him and stumbled backwards, the
blow painful to say the least. He turned and swung out at me, the
sudden movement, along with the pants pooling around his feet,
making him lose his balance. I jumped out of the way as he crashed
to the floor. Knowing I had very little time before he attacked
again, I dropped down onto his back, using my body to stop the boy
from getting free. He screamed for me to get off him. I ignored
him, pushing his pants off with my feet, delighted that he didn’t
have on underwear. He bucked under me like a demon possessed, his
rear pushing up as a result, showing the heaven I desperately
wanted to enter.
I
moved between his legs and hitched up
my garb again, Satan’s sword now throbbing painfully. Matteo
continued to fight me, thrashing too much for me to penetrate him.
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, slamming his forehead
against the floorboards. At that moment, I didn’t care if he lived
or died, all I cared about was that I had to be inside of
him.
He went still, his body now
laid out to take
at my leisure. I ran a finger down his crack, searching for
what I wanted. Once I found it, I used my thumb to loosen him a
little, then grabbed my evil and positioned it at his entry, ready
to penetrate him. Despite the pain he’d caused me, I smiled. This
was it; this was what I had dreamed of doing to him for so
long.
I thrust into
heaven
,
crying out with joy as our bodies joined together, the pleasure
worth all the pain he’d inflicted upon me. I stayed like that for
God only knew how long, just feeling the tight flesh around mine,
rejoicing in the pure joy.