A Taste of Slavery Ch. 30

"I'm hoping they'll be released today. It only sounded as if they wanted to keep them overnight for observation."

We all couldn't go in to see them at once. The nurse limited it to two people per person, though with both of them in the same room, four of us could go. I picked Zoe, Sam and Marcia at first. There was still a police officer outside the door. It made me comfortable knowing he was there. When I entered the room, Dr. Sturgis was there, checking Julia out. I assumed she was there due to the baby.

"No problems with the baby is there?" I asked, nervously.

"Everything seems fine, but I'd like to keep Julia one more day and run some more tests."

"Doctor," Julia complained. "I want to go home. I haven't seen my husband for a week."

"One more day, Julia. One more day won't kill you and it might protect your son."

Julia put a pout on her face. "Fine, just tell me we'll be able to have sex immediately after I get home."

"The tests might help determine it one way or the other."

Her pout deepened, but she turned her attention from the doctor to the others.

"Marcia, Sam. Lisa told me you drove Scott here so he could get here faster. Thank you so much. Zoe, why did you come?"

"Brianna thought it might be helpful if someone needed legal representation. We didn't know what happened before we left."

"Thank you as well. I shall thank you all appropriately later. Where's Lucia? Didn't she come?"

"Only four in the room at once," I said, "but Lucia wanted to stay and clean up the house for you so it wouldn't look like a crime scene when you returned."

"She got your card, Julia," Zoe said. "That was very thoughtful and lovely. She cried when she got it. So did Scott and I," ratting me out.

"Very kind," I reiterated. "You're the best, honey. Jerry, Reneé, Ed, Rob, Regina and Chen are all waiting to see you, so we'll give way in a few minutes to let them wish you well, then I can come back and spend more time with you."

"How did they know? Did you tell them?"

"You made the news last night."

"The news didn't report we were raped, did it?" Lisa asked.

"Apparently not. At least they didn't speak of it, but maybe they were hoping to spare my feelings. I don't know. I sent Jerry to the house last night trying to find out what happened to you. He saw the cop cars and crime scene tape, so he was checking the news for information. I think the others just saw it."

"I'm so sorry, Scott. I feel I've let you down."

"You could never let me down, Julia. Don't worry about it. You were the victim of an attack. You didn't precipitate it. You were in your own home, for God's sake, not prancing up and down the street naked. You didn't deserve it."

"We can arrange counseling for them if they require it," Doctor Sturgis said. "It's always helpful in cases of sexual trauma."

"We can talk about it when we get home, Scott," Julia said. "Right now, going home is my first priority."

"Okay. We're going to let the others visit briefly, then I'll be back to see you some more. Dr. Sturgis, do you know if Lisa will be released today?"

"Doctor Andrews is in charge of Lisa. Let's see what her chart says." She read Lisa's chart. "She's to be released at 10:30 today if her heart rate, blood pressure and breathing are normal. She'll be given a prescription for Vicodin for her ribs. Watch your dosage carefully, Lisa. Don't overuse them. You can take Tylenol or ibuprofen to help if they don't last long enough."

"I brought clothes for you both. I didn't know how you were brought into the ER."

"Nothing but a blanket," Doctor Sturgis said.

I set them on Lisa's bed. "I'll put Julia's away when I come back."

We went out, even Dr. Sturgis, and sent the others in.

******

JULIA

When Master left, it was as if a part of me left with him, even knowing he'd return soon. The other four came in. Ed and Rob teased us both, calling us the raccoon sisters. Regina pulled out her compact so we could see how we looked. Ugh, so ugly, our faces a mess. Lisa with her broken nose, me with a big bandage over my cheek, both of us with black eyes and wan, pale skin. How could anyone ever love us again? Raped, defiled; wet and welcoming to my rapist. At least Lisa was Jack's ex-husband. He'd fucked her before and Master knew this before accepting her. He'd taken me, taken what my Master owned, a thief, and I'd been unable to stop him.

They spent about fifteen minutes in the room, light hearted banter provided to lighten our hearts. Each of them squeezing our hands before they left, promising to come back tomorrow, to see me before I was released, making Lisa promise to play poker again next week if she was up to it. Chen lingered behind after the others left.

"Janet is working now. She will come by after work. She said to tell you she's very sorry 'her Mistress' was hurt."

I looked at him carefully. "Are you really okay with me taking that role for her?"

"For now. I'm a little surprised she wanted to explore, given how adamantly opposed she was to the whole concept on our first date. But everyone should be able to determine for themselves what it is they expect out of life."

"If she decided she wanted to be like Lisa and I, could you be her Master?"

"I'm thinking about that. I wasn't put off horribly when you and Lisa started serving, but you were Scott's and not something I'd have to deal with on a daily basis. I'm trying to picture myself in that role. Sometimes, it doesn't bother me, other times the thought of doing so twenty-four hours a day, does, especially with someone I'm becoming close to."

"You might not need to do it full time. Scott's parents did it on a part-time basis, mostly when the children were away, because they didn't want to shock their kids. Marcia, whom you just met, is a part-time slave, mostly on her off days and vacations. I suspect Janet is somewhat submissive, but she may not need to be a full-time submissive, like I am."

"Marcia, the woman who was introduced to us as a deputy sheriff?"

"Yes, though I'm sure she'd appreciate it not being aired about as it could affect her job. The only reason I tell you is so you understand it may not be necessary to be a full time Master. It could be no more than a part time gig, satisfying a need in Janet without making wholesale changes to both your lives. It might be possible for it to be even less, merely doing some activities which are dominant in nature, such as tying or blindfolding her once in awhile for sex. Those are things which you can work out with her. Don't assume yet she wants to become a full time slave."

Chen nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for coming, Chen. It was very thoughtful."

"I like both of you a great deal. It sickened me to think what happened."

"Did the news reports say we were raped?" Lisa asked.

"It was implied, not specifically stated."

"Fuck!" Lisa exclaimed. "We'll always be the women who were raped now. Never normal again, everyone looking at us, staring, wondering about it; from the grocery store to the gym. The worst part is because he's my ex, somehow they'll think I invited the attack. And it's what the bastard will probably attempt to say in his own fucking defense. 'Hey, she wanted it, trying to reconcile', so much bullshit."

"You've got all his texts and yours where he was threatening and demeaning and your rejections. 'I never want to see you again,' etc. Why would someone possibly believe you invited it?" I asked.

"'Oh, that was only because she didn't see me in person, could reject me over the phone, but when I showed up at her door, Lisa was reminded of our love together, how much we cared for each other'. Pure bullshit, but someone will believe it."

"Except why did he break your nose, if you wanted it so bad," I said. "Most people would never believe a word he says."

"Julia's right, Lisa," Chen said. "People who know you will know he's lying."

"I don't even care about most people. I care what our Master thinks. I never want him thinking I wanted to be with that monster."

That was my own fear. That Master would think I wanted to fuck Jack. Didn't it align with his original supposition I wanted sex with others? To be a sexual plaything available to whoever wanted me? I had a knife and it hadn't made a difference. My legs were parted and someone else fucked me. Would he believe I failed to repel Jack because it was secretly what I wanted? We'd stabbed him twice and hadn't killed him.

"Listen," Chen said. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "I know Scott pretty well. I don't think he'll ever believe you wanted to be attacked."

I nodded, wiped my eyes. Hoped it was true.

"Thanks again, Chen," Lisa said.

He left and a few minutes later, Master came back, alone this time.

"What did Chen talk to you about so long?" He asked.

"He told me Janet was sorry 'her Mistress' was hurt and she'd come to see me after work. I talked to him some more about her exploring her submissiveness and how he felt about it."

"He said the news reports didn't explicitly say we were raped, but it was implied," Lisa said. "We were both upset about it. People never look at you the same."

Neither of us said anything about what really bothered us; whether Master would treat us the same.

"The nurse is coming in to check on Lisa soon, make sure everything is good for her to go home. Dr. Sturgis is going to start your tests, so she recommend I take Lisa home and come back after supper to see you."

I blinked back tears again. I still didn't get to go home. I wondered if Master had slept with Zoe again last night. I could ask, I suppose. Would he think I was jealous? At least he'd have Lisa tonight. I kept my fears to myself.

"All right," I said. "Kiss me."

He looked at my face. "It looks like it would hurt if I kissed you."

"I don't care. Kiss me anyway." Please, still love me, Master.

He gave me a light kiss on the lips. "I'll be back in a few to take you home," he said to Lisa. He kissed her too, just as lightly. Then he was gone. I closed my eyes. Please, still love us.

******

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."