Free My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 by Marita A. Hansen Page B

patience.”
    Jagger took a hold of my
arm and
pulled me over to Christo. As we neared him, he let go of me and
yelled, “Now!” He rushed Christo, but I remained still, again too
terrified to help him. Christo kicked Jagger in the stomach,
lifting him off his feet. Jagger came crashing down, looking winded
and in shock.
    Christo used his foot to push
Jagger onto his back. “Pathetic. No wonder my schiava chose Frano over you. You’re an
embarrassment to the D’Angelo name, boy. All you’re good for is
making my brother’s cock happy.” He prodded Jagger with his foot.
“Get up.”
    Jagger remained on the floor,
clutching his stomach, looking in pain.
    “ No more warnings, Jagger. Get
up. I want you to undress my schiava for me.”
    “ No,” Jagger breathed
out.
    “ I have plenty of bullets in my
gun , but all
I need is one for a disobedient boy.”
    “ You won’t kill me. The Padre won’t allow
it.”
    “ I wasn’t going to kill you,”
h e bent down
and placed the gun to Jagger’s crotch, “just make another hole for
my brother’s cock. So, how about you do as you’re told or become a
bitch for real?”
    Jagger pushed up, struggling to his feet.
He placed his hands on his knees, looking like he was ready to
collapse.
    Christo pointed his gun at me. “Now,
undress her.”
    Jagger turned around and reached for my
blouse, muttering, “I’m sorry.”
    “ Don’t touch me!” I yelled,
batting his hands away.
    “ Stop fucking around, Jagger!”
Christo barked.
    Jagger went for me again. I pushed him
back, but he didn’t stop. He made a grab for my blouse. I yelled
out and struck him the face. Grunting, he took a step back, then
lunged for me as I tried to get past him. He shoved me hard into
the tractor and ripped my blouse open. I screamed, trying to get
away from him, but he spun me around, trapping me against the
tractor. He yanked my pants down, using his foot to remove them. I
started crying, begging him to stop, but he continued stripping me
until I was fully naked.
    “ Turn her to face me,” Christo
said.
    Jagger spun me around, holding my arms so I
couldn’t get away.
    Christo smiled, his eyes running over
me. “Push her to the ground.”
    Jagger did.
    Christo pointed his gun at my
head. “ Get
naked, Jagger, if you want her bullet free.”
    Jagger removed his clothes.
    “ Now, fuck her,” Christo
said.
    “ I-I can’t,” Jagger stuttered
out.
    “ You can, unless you want a
bullet in her head.”
    “ Please don’t do
this.”
    “ Stop whining like a little
bitch and fuck her like a man, it’s what you wanted.”
    “ Not like
this!”
    Christo’s eyes went to me as I pushed to
my feet, intending on making a run for it. “Get down!” he
yelled.
    In the distraction, Jagger went for his
gun. Christo whipped to the side and hit him in the chest, knocking
Jagger backwards. Yelling out, Jagger stumbled, almost falling over
me. He righted himself, his expression pained.
    “ Stop hi tting him!” I yelled at
Christo.
    “ Finally found your voice, have
you?” Christo said. “And I will stop hurting him once he learns he
can’t beat me. My brother did say he was stubborn. So, last
warning, Jagger: Fuck her now or she’s dead.” He cocked his
gun.
    Jagger dropped down onto me, making me
shriek. Even though I knew I shouldn’t fight him, that it was my
life at risk, I couldn’t let him fuck me. I couldn’t! I would be spoiled for Frano, he
wouldn’t want me … this was wrong, so wrong … I didn’t want to do
this, I didn’t want him on me. He was bleeding, I was screaming,
crying, struggling, and full out panicking.
    He jammed my arms into the dirt and
nudged my legs apart with his knees.
    “ Hurry up and start fucking her,
Jagger,” Christo said.
    Laying down on me,
Jagger pushed his face into my hair and started grinding against
me, his sniffs telling me he was crying too.
    “ Come on, Jagger, put more
effort into it,” Christo said. “Right now, I’m thinking