091
SCOTT
My four friends had left when I got back to the waiting room. Marcia, Sam and Zoe remaining. Before Lisa was ready to go, Julia had been wheeled away for more tests. They were still using a gurney for her, which made me nervous. Hopefully, it was more a precaution than a necessity. When she told me Lisa was ready to go, she'd already helped her dress. She told me they'd just given her another Vicodin, but told me to get the prescription filled as her ribs would be very painful for several days. She also gave me a couple pages of instructions, and several more cotton things for her nose. I helped get Lisa into a wheelchair, which the nurse wheeled to the exit where I could pick her up. Marcia and Sam offered to drive Lisa home and get her settled while I got the prescription filled, so I took them up on it. Zoe came with me.
It took over a half hour to be filled, so we went to a grocery next door to pick up food for tonight.
"I'm not half the cook Chantelle is," Zoe said, "and Marcia's worse than me, but between the rest of us, we shouldn't starve to death."
"Won't you be going home this afternoon?"
"No, we'll stay until tomorrow to make sure Julia gets home safely. Marcia doesn't have to go to work until tomorrow evening. Sam can do his work from anywhere and the markets are closed today and tomorrow anyway."
"Thanks again, and please thank your Mistress for me. You'll never know how much I appreciated everyone dropping everything to come to our rescue."
"Silly boy. We couldn't do anything else. It doesn't appear the police have any more interest in you, and they shouldn't if they're smart, but if that should change, let me know. I don't specialize in criminal law, but I trust some people who do."
When we got home, Lisa was ensconced in a reclining chair, half sitting up, asleep. The house was spotless. Lucia had done a marvelous job cleaning.
"Why is Lisa in a chair instead of bed?" I asked.
"She said she's more comfortable a little bit vertical than lying down," Sam said.
Her hospital bed had been raised, so it made sense considering her ribs.
"Master Scott," Lucia said, "could you come to the basement with me?"
"Of course," I replied. Sam and Marcia followed us down.
Lucia showed me the bed frame Lisa and Julia had been working on.
"I can help you make these while I'm staying here, Master Scott. I do not see anything to give me trouble. This is all similar to what I learned from my father, however, he used all hand tools. I'm not familiar with power tools. If you show me how to use them, I could help to repay you for your assistance."
"You don't have to do that; sing for your supper. It's an act of kindness, not a business exchange."
"Your slaves will be laid up, Master Scott. Lisa has broken ribs and Julia may need to be cautious for the baby. I know what I'm doing construction wise except for the tools. I want to help, otherwise I'm sitting idle with nothing to do when I'm not at the doctor's. Please let me help."
"Nobody likes being idle, Scott," Sam said. "Give her a chance."
"I do have two more women starting this week, Janet on Tuesday and Reneé on Friday. Neither of them has worked with wood before. Julia and Lisa were going to show them what to do. If you're certain you want to?"
"I would prefer being busy, Master Scott."
"I'll show you later today after we eat."
"What are we having?" Sam said. "I can help with food. I did a lot of the cooking before Chantelle joined us."
"I figured something simple; steaks, baked potatoes, and grilled corn."
"Right up my alley," Sam said. "Grilling is what I do best."
"I'm capable of making salad," Marcia said. "Chantelle usually trusts me to do that."
"I can help with salads as well, Master Scott," Lucia said.
"I have a pool in the back with a privacy fence around the patio, if you want to get comfortable. I'll get the grill started."
We went upstairs where Zoe showed Marcia and Lucia the groceries we bought for salads. Sam and I pulled out the steaks and seasoned them. We scrubbed and washed the potatoes and coated them with rock salt, wrapping in aluminum foil; rinsed the corn, leaving some of the husks on. I cranked up the grill and we started the potatoes.
It wasn't long before the women came out, nude, assisting Lisa, also nude. They helped her to one of the lounge chairs. Her ribs were bandaged and her face was a mess. I looked at Sam.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "What the hell. Might as well." We shucked our clothes as well.
The one thing about men going nude is there's no hiding your interest in attractive company. Both of us were showing our interest in a relatively short time. Marcia was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and none of the others were slouches either. Zoe was pronouncedly pregnant, but it had the effect of making her look radiant as opposed to ugly. Lucia was dark and trim. Lisa was gorgeous from the neck down, though showing bruising on her ribs. Only her face looked tattered. Marcia went to Sam and his arm went around her, kissing her deeply.
I kissed Lisa lightly. "How are you, my love?"
"Sore. Mad. Sore. Pissed off. Sore. Unhappy. Sore. Disappointed. I haven't had a chance to fuck you yet, Master. I see you've got an erection. Would you like me to ease your condition?"
"Don't forget the sore," I teased. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you more if I attempt to have sex with you."
"I'm only planning to use my mouth, sir."
"Your mouth is in very close proximity to your nose. I don't want to hurt you."
"How long do you expect me go without sex, Master?"
"As long as it takes for you to get better."
I saw Lucia watching and listening to us. I asked her over.
"Lucia's father used to be a carpenter. She's offered to help with the construction if I show her how to use power tools as opposed to the hand tools she's accustomed to."
"How are you, Lisa?" Lucia asked.
"I ache. Are you looking forward to starting medical tests and treatment on Monday?"
"Very much. I dearly hope the doctor can help me conceive. I wasn't asking about your physical condition, Lisa. How are you doing after your rape, emotionally?"
Tears formed in Lisa's eyes, slowly trickling down her cheeks. "Not particularly well," Lisa admitted. "I feel filthy, like I'll never be clean again. Tarnished, unsure if I can ever feel normal again. I can't believe you survived a gang rape, Lucia. Even now, I can't imagine what that was like."
The reason Lucia needed medical treatment. Her sexual organs so torn, infected, by the brutal rape, even the care she'd received since hadn't helped. I'd reduced it down to a medical thing, some unnamed trauma, somehow unrelated to what had happened to her; the suffering she'd received at the hands of multiple animals like Jack. But she was here now, for much the same reason Julia and Lisa were hurting, but many times over. My mind had trouble comprehending their pain, let alone what happened to Lucia, such a sweet, innocent, beautiful woman, despite everything.
"Counseling helped a great deal, Lisa, and I recommend it for you as well. Additionally, I've had the support of my Mistress and friends, like Master Sam, Marcia and Chantelle, Dawn and Zoe. Not to mention you and Julia and Master Scott. Having me in your home, even now, while you're in pain, is very generous. I will do what I can to help you get through it." She squeezed Lisa's hands in her own.
And pure of heart, despite it all. How had she remained so hopeful, resilient, and kind after what happened to her and her family? Some people were amazing, able to overcome long odds and huge obstacles. I hoped God would be kind to her and grant her what she wanted. Yet, I had the feeling it wouldn't matter if He didn't. She'd always be a wonderful ambassador of God's love and forgiveness, more than I ever would. I had such hatred for Jack right now, it burned, like acid.
"Thank you, Lucia," Lisa responded. "It means a great deal to me we can help you as well. That pain and despair can be bounced on its head and love and hope take its place. You're more than welcome into our home." They shared a gentle kiss. "Master, can you check to see if I can have another Vicodin. My ribs are killing me."
I checked the instructions from the hospital including her last dose. An hour too soon to give another now. I checked the rest of the instructions. Ice, and deep breaths to prevent pneumonia. Deep breaths with cracked ribs would hurt like hell, but I could give her ice to reduce swelling and bruising. I got an ice pack and gave her two ibuprofen.
"Try to hold out as long as you can on these, love. I'll give you another Vicodin in an hour if you need it."
"Thank you, Master."
She held out for two hours, long enough to get through our dinner. After taking another opiate, she wanted to sleep again. She chose to try sleeping upright in the easy chair in the living room rather than lie on the bed. There'd be less tossing and turning anyway.
After getting her comfortable and holding her hand until she fell asleep, I went out to the patio. Sam, Marcia and Lucia were soaking in the hot tub. Zoe was following her doctors instructions to stay out of spas, but was seated close enough to talk to the others. I got into the tub with the other three.
Lucia said, "Master Scott, it's important you have sex with Lisa as soon as you can. The same with Julia when she gets back."
"Why?" I asked.
"Part of the insidious nature of being raped is you feel defiled by your rapist and you can never be loved again by your loved ones. It's even worse in countries like mine where virginity is still highly prized. They've not only taken it brutally, by force, but spoiled you for most normal relationships. If I weren't a lesbian, I might never have found a husband. In your country, it's not so important to most people. Many people enter marriage without purity and not give it a second thought. But right now, your slaves feel unworthy in your eyes, that you won't or can't love them any more because they've been sullied by their rapist. Loving them, having sex, will allay their fears. Whether or not it would harm them physically to have sex is less important than feeling secure in your love. The longer you delay, the more tainted they'll feel. Making love to them will reassure them they're not spoiled."
"I don't want to hurt them."
"Let them take the lead, Master Scott. They know what they can tolerate. Provide oral sex, fuck their ass if they can't be fucked vaginally. They need to know they're still desirable to you. Their physical pain is nothing compared to their emotional anguish right now, I know."
"She's right, Master," Zoe said. "The worst feeling I would have in the world is thinking I'd lost the love of my Mistress. As long as I'm sure of that, I can withstand tons of physical pain. Even pregnancy - feeling fat and unloved - can make us despondent, which is why it's important to us mothers that their lovers continue to cherish us sexually. Julia will be carrying a double burden, feeling unloveable because she's getting bigger, then throwing this on top will be unbearable. As long as they're secure in your feelings for them, they'll do better. Saying you still love them won't be enough unless you show them as well. Words are less important than actions."
"Makes sense to me, Scott," Sam said. "When you get right down to it, the major reason we find it difficult sharing our women is insecurity about how much they'll love us after it happens. Will they still love us or love the other person they fucked more? If you know in your heart their feelings for you wouldn't change, it wouldn't make as much difference to us. Do you care anything about whom a one night stand has fucked before or after you? Not one whit. But the women you love is a totally different matter. It's why I find it so miraculous Marcia could share me with Chantelle or your wife could share you with Lisa. They have to be damn sure about the depths of your love for them to risk you having someone else in your life."
"Which is why I had to be sure you were willing to give Chantelle up for me," Marcia said, "and it was still hard. You're lucky I've come to love her as much as you do."
Sam kissed her. "I'm incredibly lucky and I'll never deny it isn't so." She snuggled closer to him.
"Thank you for telling me, Lucia. I'm so afraid of hurting them, I might have stayed away for a week or more."
"I saw how reluctant you are to touch Lisa," Lucia said, "like fragile china. Let your slaves tell you when it hurts. If you don't want to spank her, that's fine, but don't stop fucking her. Your sexual relationship is very important to a slave."
It got closer to the time I wanted to go see Julia again. We'd eaten a lot for dinner, so Zoe and Lucia were planning on serving more salad for supper. I went inside to check on Lisa. She was still dozing in the chair. I stroked her head lightly, not intending to wake her, merely to touch her, assure myself she was okay. She stirred.
"Hello, Master," stretching her arms and legs, trying to keep her torso immobile.
"Good afternoon, my beautiful girl. How are you doing?"
"Okay; not great."
"Would you feel better if you had a few orgasms?"
"Much better, sir. The bed?"
"Right here will be fine," I murmured. "Let me get you more ibuprofen first."
Bringing her another 200 mg and a glass of water, I gave them to her.
"Now, just lie back and slide your bottom towards the front of my chair and I'll use my mouth on you."
She did as I instructed, parting her legs for me. I knelt on the floor in front of the chair and began a slave's seduction of her Mistress. Within ten minutes, I had her moaning her orgasm, quickly followed by two more. At some point, Zoe came by to use the bathroom. The sight of a slave being used by their dominant not an unfamiliar sight to her. She whispered something in Lisa's ear which I couldn't hear. Whatever it was, seemed to make Lisa squirm all the more. Zoe stood up and squeezed my shoulder as she passed. Lisa climaxed again, my face coated with her juices.
"What did Zoe whisper to you?" I asked, pausing.
"She said my Master must love me very much to kneel at my feet."
I smiled. "She's right. I do love you very much." She moaned when I resumed my task.
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