Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 by Marita A. Hansen Page B

and forced me to
where Red was.
    “ That’ ll do for now,” Matt said, “I don’t
plan on staying long.” A mischievous grin spread across his face,
one that I used to love. “I hear you’ve been cheating on me with
Frano.”
    “ I wasn’t cheating, he
raped me.”
    “ I didn’t see that footage, only
the one where you raped him. Father Michael wanted to see Jagger fucking, so
when I was ‘working’ for Frano I installed some cameras in the
cells.”
    I stared at him in horror.
    “ Not going to defend yourself?”
He tsked. “Not like you could anyway. I watched how you
sucker-punched Frano, then tied him up to have your wicked way with
him, which almost led to Father Michael fucking him. Then you came
to his rescue. I never took you for the love at first sight kind of
girl; it took you three months to drop your knickers for me,” he
pulled a face, looking as if he found the thought repulsive, “yet
with Frano you tied him up on the second day, then finger-fucked
him until he came—twice actually, because I also saw you groping
his ass when you were made to blow him. But I can hardly blame you,
considering he does have a very nice toosh,” he said, camping up
his voice. “Definitely worthy of fucking.” He waved a hand at me.
“Don’t worry, dear, I like getting fucked, not fucking, you kind of
put me off that for good. Still, I feel rather insulted you fucked
Frano harder than me. You never made me come on my own face...” He
cracked up, his laughter now replacing his words.
    “ I’d be happy to gun fuck
you,” you
fucking bastard!
    He kept on laughing, waving his hand at
me as if he wanted me to stop.
    “ What have you done to Frano?!”
    Matt finally stopped, although
a few snorts escaped. “He was put into a forced coma, but came out of it
today, all dazed and confused. Apparently, he thinks he’s got
concussion from falling off a horse. Alberto really is a bastard to
have as a brother. But it’s better this way, because Frano is none
the wiser. And it makes both Alberto and his wife happy to play
along with the game so they both can have a piece of Jagger’s sweet
cherry pie. I know that boy is beautiful, but really, what’s the
good of being beautiful when you get nothing but pain from
it?”
    “ Did you touch him?” I
said, feeling sick.
    “ Oh, no, the Padre only shares with Alberto, and of
today Alberto’s wife: a bribe to keep her silent. Though, I have
watched Alberto fucking the pretty boy, because I really do like
seeing him at work. He is rather scrumptious. I always did prefer
the brutes, especially since I don’t fuck people prettier than
myself.” He smiled wide, telling me he didn’t think I was pretty,
then let out an exaggerated sigh. “That’s not entirely true,
because I do fuck pretty males, but that’s just a hazard of my
job.”
    “ Why am I here?” I snapped.
“Besides for your amusement.”
    He pushed his lower lip out, putting on
a sad face. “I want a divorce,” he said, then started laughing
again.
    “ You’ re a bastard.”
    “ Yes, I am, and you can thank
my father
for that.” He pushed up and grabbed Red by the arm, his smile so
bright I wanted to blacken it with my fist. “I’m going to get
someone to fuck this one in front of Mario for my amusement, so
bye, Rita, hopefully I won’t be seeing you again.” He pulled Red
over to the door, stopping for the guard to open it, then left the
room without a backward glance.
    The door closed, leaving me alone. I
got to my feet and checked it, clasping the handle between my tied
hands, and trying to turn it. As suspected, it was locked. I walked
over to the window and looked out. I was on the third floor, far
too high to jump out of, even if my hands were untied. I scanned
the front yard. The property was huge with a long driveway
disappearing into a row of trees. I looked down at the vehicles
parked out front. Expensive Italian automobiles were lined up like
the beds in the prostitute’s room,