My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 4 Poisoned by Marita A. Hansen Page A

it wasn’t even
something to be considered, it was just a part of life. To them,
preferring cock over pussy, or the other way round, was no
different from liking redheads more than brunettes or picking
raven-haired beauties—like Jagger, over blondes such as
Honey.
    I put a shoulder to the
bathroom door and shoved it open, t he blonde slave screaming again as she was
shunted back. I grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her hard
against the wall. She grunted, then cried out for Jagger. I slapped
her hard across the face, stopping her from calling for him again,
even though it wouldn’t have done her any good, since he was still
being held at the House of Whores, something I would change as soon
as I could.
    The slave’s
honey -colored cheek reddened, Jagger rather unoriginal with
naming her. She was a beautiful woman, reminding me of a young
Anita Ekberg, no, that actress was rippling with raw sexuality,
whereas Honey was sweet and innocent-looking, more of a Norma Jean
before she became Marilyn Monroe. Her blonde hair was wavy and
long—luscious like her curvy figure, while her eyes were bright
blue, the all-American sweetie-pie. But it was wasted on me.
Instead, I wanted to be holding Jagger’s neck, feeling his strength
and muscles tense beneath my grip while I looked into his
golden-brown eyes. I also wanted to press my body up against his
muscled but slim physique, feeling his cock touching mine. Just
thinking about Jagger got me hard, making me wonder whether I could
fuck this bitch if I turned her around. I could close my eyes and
pretend she was Jagger like I normally did when I fucked anyone but
him. No. I didn’t want to, because her ass didn’t fit me like
Jagger’s. His ass was so fucking tight and muscled, almost breaking
my cock in two when I fucked him, the squeeze pure heaven. I
groaned, imagining it, which only made the bitch start
shaking.
    “ I’m not going to rape you,” I
said. I could see she didn’t believe me, probably because I was
hard, or maybe because I’d already raped her a few times. “I don’t
find you attractive, male ass my preference, so believe me when I
say I won’t ever fuck you again. Instead, I have something else in
mind for you.”
    Worry colored her eyes.
“What?”
    “ I want you to seduce my
brother.”
    She blinked at me as though she didn’t
understand my words.
    “ I want you to make Frano fall
in love with you,” I said, making myself clearer. I wanted my
brother to end up with someone I could control, and not only that,
I wanted him to find a nice woman unlike the ball-busters he
normally went for, the same ones who always hurt him, those bitches
that made him hard for nasty cunt. Which meant that Honey would
have to act like a bitch at the beginning to attract Frano’s
attention, otherwise he wouldn’t rise to the bait no matter how
beautiful she was. And after he fell for her, then she would treat
him well, like he deserved.
    “ I don’t want your
brother,” Honey said, “I love Jagger.” She cried out as I slapped
her, because there was no way in hell she was ever touching Jagger
again.
    “ Jagger isn’t made for
women,” I snarled, “he’s made for my cock.”
    Honey stared at me in shock, her hand
trembling on her cheek. The pathetic bitch didn’t deserve Jagger.
Unlike her, he fought back, never stopping even though it hurt him
more. I respected that, not this trembling shit this bitch was
doing.
    I leaned my face closer to hers. “He
is no longer your master, he’s my slave. I own him and you will
never touch what is mine again.”
    “ No! He loves me!” She flinched,
her hands instantly moving to her cheeks as if I was going to slap
her again.
    I grabbed her hands and yanked them down,
taking great satisfaction in correcting her. “He never loved you,
he was playing you, you stupid cunt. Everything he said to you was
lies, just a means to manipulate you into doing what he wanted. And
now it’s my turn to manipulate his pretty