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JULIA
Zoe explained who Lucia was and why they were here, including Lucia being the killer of our rapist, which she hadn't known about either as she didn't much pay attention to the news. She heard about Lucia's gang rape and the trouble she'd had conceiving after. It was the first time I ever saw any hint of emotion on Shasta's face. Some tears formed in her eyes. Not enough to spill over before she hastily wiped them away. I'd barely ever seen her crack a smile.
"Shasta, are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm sorry to hear what happened to you, Lucia," she said. "It was horrible."
"It happened a long time ago, Shasta." Lucia said. "It was many years past and I don't think about it. I'm over it with the help of my friends. I'm pregnant now. I'm content and couldn't be better. You need not worry about me."
Shasta started crying now. Full blown sobs and tears so profound, it would seem she lost her child.
"I just said I'm fine, Shasta. You need not cry for me," Lucia said, pulling her into her arms. "I"m happy. I'm well. There's no need to cry anymore."
"I'm not crying for you now; I'm crying for me." She was all out sobbing and Lucia held her closer, soothing her.
The oven timer went off and Rhonda rushed to turn it off and take the lasagna out of the oven. Master also chose that moment to arrive.
"Hello," he said, "What's up?"
He saw a naked Shasta being hugged by a naked Lucia and wondered what he was walking into. Shasta had never participated in any activities which could remotely be considered sexual.
"Master, Shasta was just crying," I said. "We told her about Lucia's troubles and she started sobbing."
He was immediately concerned. "Shasta, are you okay? How can we help?"
She couldn't reply for her sobbing. Master didn't want to hug her. She was naked and might not appreciate his touching her.
"Shasta, we can help you if you tell us why you're crying. Please, tell us what's wrong?"
She was still crying hard, unable to speak.
"Julia and Lucia, please take Shasta to the bedroom," Master said. "Let her dress if she wants to. Maybe you can find out why she's upset."
Lucia and I led her into the bathroom, trying to soothe her as much as possible. We asked her if she wished to dress and she just shook her head no, still sobbing. It was fifteen minutes before her crying stopped to the point we could ask her questions.
"Shasta, what's wrong," Lucia asked, drawing her to a seat on the bed. "This doesn't seem to be about me anymore?"
"I was raped five years ago; gang raped like you."
"While you were working for Master?" I asked, horrified.
"No, just before I started. I found out I was pregnant and needed a job. Scott hired me.
"Oh, no, Shasta. I'm so sorry. What happened?" Lucia asked. "We both can sympathize and understand your pain. You can tell us."
"I was on the peripheries of this street gang. Not in it, but I knew what was going on, hanging with this other girl who was in it. I went to a party one night. Because I wasn't attached to any of the members there, they decided I was community property. I was raped by ten of them, some more than once. One of those fuckers knocked me up. Of course, none of those assholes wanted to step up when I was having the baby. They didn't give a fuck about the kid."
"You decided to keep your child even though he was a product of rape?" I asked.
"He was half mine and as far as I was concerned, all mine because those dicks weren't about to help. I didn't want to dump him. It wasn't his fault. Listen, I didn't know about your troubles. Your baby, is it...?"
"It's Scott's child. I was pregnant before I was raped."
Shasta nodded. "Good on you. I had to get a good paying job to raise my boy by myself. I thanked my stars Scott hired me as a carpenter and was willing to train me. I had nothing else. He was good to me. Kept the other guys from messing with me, kept me on during my pregnancy and delivery. Everything professional. I did okay. Momma helped me by looking after him before he started pre-school.
"Then, a year ago, the gang leader decides he wants my kid."
"Why did he want him?" I asked.
"He wanted to raise him to be a gang member. Didn't give a shit about a baby, but you know, kids can be used as delivery boys and to hold drugs. He figured since he'd fucked me the most and cum inside me the most, it was his kid. He offered me money for him; $50,000 dollars. Just walk away from my son. I told him to fuck himself. I had money enough to care for my child. I didn't want him or his money, and I definitely didn't want my son raised as a gang banger."
She paused, "My car accident, that was the asshole trying to run me off the road to kill me so he could take my boy. He died, I didn't."
"They still aren't looking to come after your son are they?" Lucia asked.
"No. None of the rest gave a damn. It was strictly him, the fuck. I'm sorry, Lucia, your story, just dredged up a lot of old nightmares."
"I suspect it's PTSD," Lucia said. "I had it a lot the first few years after my rape, until I got counseling. Have you ever had any counseling?"
"No. I had no money for counseling. I didn't have money for a pregnancy."
"You have mental health insurance now. You can get help if you need it, Shasta," I said.
"I thought I had it under control. I don't even think about it anymore. I gotta tell you, Julia, I was worried when I came here and started working. Scott was so nice to me, treated me with honor and respect even though I'm a young, single mother, had a kid in my teens. Then you tell me you're all sex slaves to him, and I wonder if he isn't as bad as the fucking gang bangers who raped me. Like it's destroying all these good feelings I have of him after he helped me.
"But then I see how nicely you treat one another. I'm confused. Nothing seems to fit together. All the love I see you have together, but being sex slaves? Come on! It took me a month or more before I figure this might be legit. This is just your gig and it's all voluntary.
"I guess Rhonda helped. She tells me she's a cop and she's not arresting you. At first I think she's undercover, trying to get more dope on you or something, but why tell everyone she's a cop if she's undercover? Certainly, she has enough evidence to arrest you by now. I could have evidence by now and I know nothing about police work. No arrests, just lots of fucking. So much fucking. But you're a good boss, as nice as your husband. I'm afraid of losing my job if you both get arrested, but nobody is getting arrested. Everything is all lovey-dovey. I didn't know what to make of it all."
"Shasta, dear, this is a lifestyle choice," I said, "completely and totally voluntary on my part. It started as a three week experiment. I didn't want it to end. You've seen how much I love my Master and how much he loves us. Despite what you've seen, he would never, ever, harm me in a way I don't want him to. I can stop it at any time, from whatever he's doing to me at the time, to the entire slavery. I love him so much, I can deny him nothing. Rhonda, Lisa and I are going to LA today. I arranged for Lucia, Dawn and Zoe to stay with him while we're gone so he gets as much sex as we'd normally provide. In case you didn't know, Lucia is going to have Master's baby. She was worried she could never have children without artificial insemination and Master gave her a child."
"Your husband is her baby's daddy?" Lucia nodded, confirming it.
"Yes. She saved my life and the life of my baby from a crazy man. I would give her anything. I'm glad it was my Master who helped her. This lifestyle is as much about love as it is anything else, even the sex. No one's going to be arrested."
"I've figured that out, at least."
"That's why no one bothers you. You need never worry about yourself here. You could go naked as a Jaybird and no one will molest you or bother you in any way. You have to choose to join. You're as safe here as at your momma's house."
"I've started to work it out. It's why I decided not to dress tonight."
Lucia said, "Perhaps due to the memories we've managed to dredge up for you, you'd prefer to wear clothing, so you feel safer?"
"No. I'd like to try. I can always put them on later if I change my mind, right?"
"Of course you can," I assured her.
"You told us some things of a very personal and private nature, Shasta," Lucia said. "When we join the others, they'll have questions. Do you wish these matters to remain private between us, or do you feel comfortable in sharing? I believe sharing will help you to heal. No one here will think less of you. Three of us have been raped, and the others understand it due to their relationship to us. It wasn't your fault. No one asks to be raped, but we'll do as you desire. We have no wish to cause you more trauma. It's your choice."
Shasta thought about it for a few moments. "I don't know."
"We'll leave it up to you. Neither Julia nor I will say anything. It will be up to you how little or much you care to divulge," Lucia said. "Healing comes at its own pace for everyone. My suggestion to you is to take advantage of your health care to get counseling. It helped me a great deal."
"Did you have counseling, Julia?"
"No, but I would if I needed it. I was mostly unconscious when it happened and it was not nearly as horrific as yours. In some ways, my relationships to Master and Lisa might have helped me, and certainly my friendships to everyone else. I never have to go through anything alone. For Lisa, it was her ex-husband, so I'm guessing not quite as horrible as it might have been with a stranger and we still had each other. I think it might be good for you. I'll be happy to go too, if you want company."
Shasta nodded and we both hugged her. To me there was nothing better than being in a warm, loving hug, especially a naked one. We helped her get presentable again.
"Our food is getting cold. Some nice lasagna should help. Nothing like Italian comfort food to make you feel better," I said.
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