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

while several cheaper cars were
parked further away.
    I spun around and sized up the room,
wondering what I could use to cut the rope from my wrists, because
there was no way I could wriggle out of it, the knots too tight,
but other than the bed and a few cabinets, the room was pretty
bare, without a single sharp edge in sight. I headed into the
bathroom and checked through the cupboards, using my mouth and feet
to open them, but only finding bandages and other first aid
equipment—nothing that could help me. My smell hit me again, way
too strong to ignore. I turned around and used my clasped hands to
open the shower door, then stepped inside. I knocked the shower
lever on, then started cleaning myself, using the wall and my feet
to do the job that my hands couldn’t.
    Once done, I got out and jumped up and
down on the bathmat, trying to shake the water off me, then went
into the bedroom and wiped myself on the side of the bed. When I
was dry enough, I sat down on the bed, knowing I was far from the
best person for this job, making me wonder why Dan had really
chosen me. He knew I was keen, but still, this was my first active
assignment, one which right now was making me wonder whether I’d
been set up by more than just Matt. I had a chip in my leg that was
pretty much useless, and now that Federico was dead I had
absolutely no support or means of communicating with Dan
whatsoever. It just didn’t make sense to send me in so
ill-equipped, something that I had questioned, although it did no
good.
    My train of thought was cut short at
the sound of footsteps approaching the room. The door opened and a
massive guard walked in with a naked and bleeding Jagger in his
arms. He laid Jagger on the bed, then walked over to me. “Clean
him, bandage him,” he said. “Everything you need is in the
bathroom. There is also a small freezer under the basin with bags
of ice that you can use to put on his crotch. Now, turn around so I
can untie you.”
    I did what he asked, the man
cutting the rope from my wrists. My eyes went to the other guard
standing at the door. He had his gun pointed at me.
    The massive guard finished untying me
then left the room, the other one with the gun closing the door
behind him, locking me and Jagger in together. I climbed onto the
bed, checking Jagger. His face was unharmed, but he was bleeding
around his nipples and in between his legs, plus his nipples, cock,
and balls were all swollen and red.
    “ Jagger,” I
said.
    He moaned, but kept his eyes
closed.
    I ran into the bathroom, pulling out
bandages, a tube of salve, and a towel from the cupboards, then
returned to the bed, placing it all on the side cabinet. I went
back for another towel and a bowl of water along with a bag of ice
from the freezer under the basin. I placed them on the cabinet
also, then wet the towel and I started cleaning Jagger’s nipples.
He hissed but kept his eyes closed. Once done, I rubbed some salve
onto them, then looked down at his legs, grimacing, but knowing I
had to clean there too
    “ Open your legs, Jagger,”
I said.
    “ No more, please, no more,
i t
hurts.”
    “ I’m just going to clean
you.”
    He shook his head and curled into a
ball.
    I touched his face, making him flinch
away. “Sssh, I promise, I just want to help.”
    He cracked open his eyes,
surprise coloring his golden-brown irises. “Sophia?”
    “ No, it’s Rita. Remember,
Margarita Kovak?”
    “ Rita? ” he croaked out, rubbing his
eye.
    “ Yes, so open your legs so I can clean
you.”
    He uncurled himself and spread his legs,
the trust there making me feel sick that he would do that for me,
showing just how much he’d been hurt.
    I wiped down his legs, again noticing how
swollen his genitals were. “Turn onto your stomach,” I said. He
rolled over without complaint, the man making my heart hurt. “Open
your legs again.”
    He did as instructed, but flinched when I
placed a hand on his ass.
    “ I won’t hurt you; I’m just going to
clean