My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered (6 page)

“
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 tu
rned, 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.

“
D
ress 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.”

F
ootfalls receded, then
returned.

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

“
Sì
,
he’s unconscious.”

A han
d 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 Jagger 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 putti
ng the oil on him as instructed. And you don’t ask
questions, you take orders.”