Read Online My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" by Marita A. Hansen - Free Book Online

Jagger’s.
    “You’re up early,” he said, his
raspy voice making me recoil. “Are you hungry for some sausage?” He cupped his
crotch.
    I willed myself to take the last
steps, knowing he would learn his lesson right before his death. “ S ì ,” I replied, stopping in
front of him. He was so much bigger than me, and laden with muscle, I just
prayed I could outwit him.
    He raised his eyebrows. “You’re not
going to fight me today?”
    “That would be pointless; you hold
all the cards, so let’s fuck before everyone wakes up.”
    “Good thinking.” He indicated with
his hand towards the passage.
    Taking in a deep breath, I headed
for it, willing myself to stay strong. I would prevail over the soldier—no
matter what.
    I stopped in front of the gym,
reaching to open the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it, making
me yelp.
    “Be quiet, woman,” he hissed. “The
Don’s puttana is sleeping in there. We’ll use another room.”
    He dragged me to the next door, causing
me to panic. This had to be done in gym, since I’d hidden a knife between the
wall and bed. I pulled back, trying to free my arm. “I’ve changed my mind,” I
said.
    “Too bad.” He opened the door and
shoved me inside the room.
    I righted myself and rushed for the
door, screaming, “Help!”
    He grabbed me and clamped a hand
over my mouth. “Be quiet,” he hissed.
    I continued yelling into his palm.
    He grabbed my neck with his other
hand. “Shut the fuck up or I will break your fucking neck.”
    I went still, the squeeze silencing
me.
    “Now, we’re going to play this
nice,” he said. “If you don’t fight me, I’ll make this as painless as possible.
Understand, puttana ?”
    I nodded.
    He shoved me towards the desk.
“Turn around.”
    I shook my head. “Please, I’ve
changed my mind. I want to go back to my room.”
    “Not happening, so turn the fuck
around, unless you want to die.”
    I shook my head again, then quickly
turned as he rushed me, the man absolutely terrifying.
    He placed a hand on my back and pressed
my breasts against the desk. “About time you did what you were told.” He
reached under my nightie and grabbed my panties, ripping them off. A zipper
sounded, then he kicked my legs apart. I started crying, knowing I couldn’t do
anything to stop this, the prod of his dick coming a second later.
    “Keep your tears to yourself,
hole,” he said.
    The word hole stilled me for
a second, then anger raced through me, logic now going out the window. I wasn’t
a hole for him to fuck, I was a fucking Donatelli!
    I reached back and dug my nails
into his hip, wanting to hurt him as he’d hurt me with that vile word. A smack
landed across the back of my head, but I was too angry to care. I turned around
and went for his eyes, wanting to gouge them out. Knocking my arms to the side,
he punched me in the stomach with an uppercut, winding me. Before I could catch
my breath, he spun me around and leaned me over the desk once more.
    He clamped a hand over my mouth. “Do
that again and I’ll knock you out,” he spat. “I don’t need you conscious.”
    He prodded my pussy again, his fat
cock trying to force its way inside. I screamed into his hand as he shoved it
in without preparation, the pain intense, my body not having healed from the
last rape. In disbelief this was happening again, I stared at Frano’s desk,
tears blurring my vision. He grunted behind me, using my body for his own
pleasure, causing me nothing but pain.
    I blinked my tears away, something
shiny capturing my attention. It was a letter opener, lying next to Frano’s
keyboard like a gift from God ... or the Devil, because I didn’t know whether
it was going to save me or damn me to Hell. Regardless, I inched my hand towards
it as the soldier continued to fuck me, his grunts filling my ears, while his
cock filled my body. Praying he wouldn’t notice, I wrapped my fingers around
the letter opener and pulled it towards me. Another slam