Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 by Marita A. Hansen Page A

black soul, something I would
destroy, making him look as foul as his nature.
    He indicated at me. “What is she doing
in here?”
    “ Jagger wanted Honey to
have some company,” the guard said, looking worried.
    Frano’s gaze moved to Honey. “And why
is that slave in clothes?”
    “ Jagger gave her
them.”
    “ Alberto, undress her then
take her to the van.”
    The guard stepped in front of Alberto.
“There’s been a misunderstanding, boss. Jagger is coming back for
Honey.” He cleared his throat, looking like he was regretting
getting in Alberto’s way. “He said you approved it, and that if
anyone touched her he would kill me.”
    Frano puffed up his chest, looking as
though he was going to blow-up. “You answer to me, not him! And
I’ve approved nothing!” Frano indicated to Honey. “Strip her now
and take her to the van.”
    Alberto smiled, his eyes fixed on
Honey. “Can I have some fun first?”
    “ S ì ,
just make it quick.”
    Alberto shoved the guard aside and
headed for Honey, who scrambled across the bed, yelling: “You can’t
touch me, I’m Jagger’s!”
    I remained still, wanting to help her,
but knowing I couldn’t without giving myself away, plus both the
guard and Frano were holding guns, one of them pointed at
me.
    Alberto grabbed Honey, his big hand
ripping at her pretty dress. Honey screamed and hit out at him,
getting him in the face. Alberto punched her in the stomach, then
shoved her flat on the bed, punching her again. I closed my eyes,
the noises making me want to disappear.
    A few seconds later, an ear-splitting
scream cut through the air, the sound making me open my eyes.
Alberto was on top of Honey, forcing himself inside of her, his
large body swamping hers. Unable to control myself, I jumped onto
his back, putting him in a chokehold, knowing it was the wrong
choice to make, but the only thing I could do.
    Alberto swung around, knocking me to the
floor. Frano stormed over to me and grabbed me by the hair, yanking
me up. He pushed me onto the bed and placed his gun to my head as
Alberto climbed back onto Honey. My head was yanked into a position
where I could see everything, from Honey’s tear-stricken features
to Alberto’s cock entering her. I closed my eyes, sickened by the
sight, and also wishing I could shut the sounds out, the sobs from
Honey and Alberto’s grunts combining with the slapping of
bodies.
    Frano pressed the gun to my head harder.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
    I shook my head.
    “ Open your eyes or I will
shoot you!” he yelled.
    I opened them, seeing Honey now
sobbing uncontrollably, her weak voice hopelessly begging for
Jagger to save her.
    Frano placed his lips to my
ear. “This is what happens when Jagger doesn’t do as he’s told.
This woman is not his, neither are you, you both belong to me to do as I
please, and after Alberto finishes with that slave, she will be
shipped to Spain, earning me a lot of money. So, the next time you
think about attacking one of my men, I will allow Alberto to enter
you as he is doing to Jagger’s Honey. Is that clear enough,
slave?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ Good, because I’d much rather
fuck you than give you to an animale like Alberto.”
    Alberto stilled on top of
Honey. “I’m not an animale .”
    “ Oh, yes, you are,” Frano
laughed, the sound cruel, “so enjoy my gift, but don’t take too
long, because her flight is in a few hours.”
    Alberto started up again, grunting as
he raped Honey, the woman no longer making a noise, her face a mask
of horror. I stared at the top of her head, not wanting to see any
of it, but unable to block it out: the sounds, Alberto’s movements,
all inches away from my face.
    After what felt like an eternity,
Alberto finally pulled out of Honey, the man not wearing a condom.
He grabbed Honey by the hair and yanked her around, then picked her
up and carried her into the bathroom, the door closing behind them.
Honey’s screams started up again, making me want to disappear