My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Ep. 6 Consequences by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online Page A

swapped my towel for a robe,
then headed for the east wing’s slave cells. I hoped the new slave
trainer the Santini had sent me was as good as they claimed,
because I wanted the cells cleared out, and then the House of
Whores emptied next. I was sick of this business; it was what had
ruined my brother, and what would ruin the rest of the famiglia if I didn’t get us
free from it.
    I descended the main
staircase ,
crossed the floor, then took to the east wing’s stairs. Two guards
were sitting on chairs, chatting in front of the line of cells.
They stopped talking and stood up, acknowledging me with a curt
bow. They were unintelligent brutes, but sufficient as guards, the
men not minding the long, tedious hours involved in the
job.
    “ Which trainers are working?” I
asked.
    The guard with the crooked nose pointed
toward the end cell, “Mario is in there,” he indicated to the cell
behind him, “while Alessandro is in that one.”
    I focused my attention on the cell with
my newest slave trainer. He was the Santini Don’s youngest son. “I
want to see him in action,” I said.
    The guard unlocked the door, allowing me
entrance to the cell. A group of women were chained together on my
right. They were the mistresses of the Donatelli, who had been
taken from the top floor of the House of Whores. As expected, all
the women were very attractive, mostly black-haired Italian
beauties with a few redheads and one blonde.
    On the bed, Alessandro was fucking an
unchained woman. His body was impressive, Alessandro’s obsession
with the gym, piercings, and tattoos well-known. He had modeled for
body and tattoo magazines, and had a huge following on social media
sites, the only thing that worried me about him. If anything, he
didn’t need this job, although he wanted it, the man a
self-professed sex-addict. It had been a long standing joke on the
island that he’d had so many STDs that he should’ve received an
award for being alive, let alone still fucking, which was the
reason why I’d insisted on checking his medical records before
hiring him. Luckily, he was clean, a true medical
miracle.
    Alessandro removed himself from the woman
and greeted me with a respectful bow, which looked rather comical
considering he was completely naked, with the exception of a condom
on his rather impressive tool of the trade, not to mention the
Prince Albert piercing through the head of his cock. I’d heard he
liked pain, but liked causing it even more.
    “ How may I help you, Don?” he
asked. He was twenty-five and had spiky black hair with red tips,
along with many body piercings, his nipple rings glinting under the
light. And his tattoos ... they covered his torso and arms, even
his thighs, the images a violent haze of color.
    “ I want to know how you’re fairing at
work,” I said.
    “ Extremely well. The woman I was
fucking is ready for sale.”
    “ That’ s fantastic; Jagger usually takes a
month, not a few days.”
    “ It didn’t take any effort on my behalf,
she was already broken.”
    I glanced at the other women. “Are they
also broken?”
    “ It appears so. I was testing
each slave, weeding out the ones who are not ready.”
    “ Buono . Move the women who are ready to my
slaves’ cell.”
    “ Where are your slaves going?”
    “ They will be moved to my room.
Now, continue; I’ll leave you to your work.”
    I exited the room, heading back
up the s taircase and down the one that lead to Camila and Rita’s
cell. I stopped in front of the guard, who was sleeping on the job.
I kicked the chair out from under him, sending him crashing to the
floor. He quickly scrambled to his feet, the man now fully awake
and looking terrified.
    “ Mi dispiace , Don,” he said.
    “ I don’t want your empty
apologies; all I want is for you to do your job, which doesn’t
involve sleeping. We will discuss this further after your shift.
Come to my office once you’re done.”
    The guard nodded, looking as though he was
going to piss