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				Chapter 23 Ravishment



	We had to go the dungeon to retrieve the Cucumber. On the way back 

I stopped at my room long enough to start two VCR's, one for Thuy and 

the other for Alima. After a moment's hesitation I started the one in the 

enema parlor, where Mei and Sherry were just entering. When we came 

in to her room Thuy looked up anxiously. She was spread obscenely on 

the bed, pinned almost tautly.

	"Good evening." I said to the child-like oriental girl. "We've come to 

bring you something. It'll make your night a little more interesting."

	"What?" Thuy asked carefully. I showed her the Cucumber, then 

handed it to Rachel. I had the amerind girl hold it as I spread sex lube on 

it. I checked Thuy, who was already slippery.

	"Go ahead." I nodded, plugging the control box in. Rachel paused.

	"She's so small, Paul." Rachel objected. "I'm afraid I might really hurt 

her."

	"You're going to put that thing in me?" Thuy squeaked, eyes wide with 

fear and arousal. "No, please!"

	"Now, Rachel." I commanded sternly. "If you can take it, so can she. 

After all, she took my cock. Do it."

	"Master, no, please wait!" Thuy begged, tugging at her chains. She 

eyed the Cucumber warily.

	"Master, please don't make me do this." Rachel pleaded.. I was 

implacable, gesturing her forward. She knelt on the bed between Thuy's 

chained apart legs. Thuy's knees shook from her efforts to bring them 

together.

	"Now, Rachel. You may go slowly, but you must keep going until only 

the stem is showing." I said.

	Rachel touched the toy to Thuy's tiny pussy. I turned on the vibrator, 

and had it shrink as small and narrow as it would go. Thuy groaned as 

the green rubbery thing began to spread her labia.

	"It's too big, it's going to split me open!" She wailed. Rachel winced, 

drawing back.

	"In!" I snapped. The Apache girl shuddered but pushed gently. 

Nothing happened. Thuy wept as the knobby green rod buzzed against 

her.

	"I'm not going to tell you again, Rachel." I said in a quiet voice. "Thuy 

likes pain. Now hurt her." Shutting her eyes Rachel pushed the dildo in. 

Thuy arched her back, trying to get away. The toy suddenly went part 

way in, to Thuy's vocal protest.

	The resistance was gone. The thing sank the rest of the way in, almost 

instantly. White faced, Rachel backed away. I leaped forward to fasten 

the straps before Thuy's internal muscles could expel the toy.

	I leaned over her and kissed her. She turned her head to one side, 

shivering. I set the automatic program running. Thuy moaned and 

convulsed as the Cucumber went into its act.

	"Take it out, master." Thuy begged. I shook my head.

	"Your final test, Thuy. It stays in all night. Have fun." I took Rachel's 

arm and led her from the room.

	"God." Rachel whispered after the door was closed. "Please, master, 

don't ever make me do that again. I hurt her with that thing."

	"Yes, you probably did." I said, nodding. "But Thuy's a masochist. 

She enjoys the pain. Especially when its forced on her and she's got no 

way out. That's how she lost her cherry, Rachel. I ripped into her after 

I'd caned her ass hard. I really raped her, in all truth. But she came when 

I raped her asshole. And I wasn't being gentle."

	Rachel was staring at me, a little sick. "You didn't!" 

	"I did. Because it was her fantasy. Did she say anything about it while 

you were shopping?"

	"No. Only how much she enjoyed her night with you. I had no idea 

you raped her."

	"So you see?" I said, stroking her cheek. "You didn't do anything she 

didn't want you to do. Ask her tomorrow if you don't believe me."

	"Just don't make me hurt her again, ok? She might like it but I-" She 

shuddered. "It tears me up. Please?"

	"Obey me." I said.

	"Master?" She asked, in a small voice.

	"If I command something you will do it. Understand?"

	"Yes, master, but I can't handle hurting people." She hung her head.

	"Neither can I." I said. She looked up at me in confusion.

	"Then what was that-?" She started. I raised my hand, silencing her.

	"That was causing pain, Rachel. Hurting people is causing injury. 

Cutting someone, or burning them, or breaking a bone-that's hurting 

people, Rachel. Injury. And that I will never do, or make you do. But I 

will make you cause pain-as long as it's not too severe."

	"Yes, master." Rachel said, plainly unhappy.

	"You're going to punish Alima tonight. And after I'm satisfied the 

punishment is sufficient, you can go to bed. Ok?"

	"No." Rachel shook her head. "It isn't ok. Punish me, if you think I've 

been bad, or just if you want to. But please don't ask me to hurt anyone. 

Even causing pain is more than I can bear. Please, master." She sank to 

her knees.

	"You really believe that, don't you?" I asked softly. She bowed her 

head and nodded.

	"I can't hurt anybody. Not for anything. Please don't make me punish 

Alima, master. It would be punishing me too. And I don't think I 

deserve to be punished."

	"No." I said gently. "No, you don't. But Alima does, Rachel. Go to 

your room, now. I'm not angry with you. In fact, I'm rather proud of you. 

You stood up to me, risking punishment after you knew what it felt like. 

You're a brave lady, Rachel Two-Feathers. My love and respect go with 

you this night."

	Confused, she stared up at me. I helped her stand, then gave her a 

gentle shove toward her room. Looking back at me she walked away. I 

went into Alima's room.





			Chapter 24 Fate Worse Than Death



	Alima tossed fitfully, the waterbed abetting her uncontrolled 

movements. I made sure she was breathing ok, then left and went to the 

dungeon to retrieve some things. When I came back I touched her pussy, 

finding it damp. Alima gulped around her gag.

	"You are mine, bitch." I said softly. "Tonight I'm going to deflower 

you, while the Chains of Love hold you for me, while they torment and 

delight you. Ten thousand years of sexual abandon hold you this night. 

Your innermost self will be ravaged, beyond your wildest fantasies, 

Alima Jahrain." I stared at her coolly, feeling my cock getting hard.

	"And it will be no fantasy." I slowly and carefully undressed, making 

sure she could see me with her enormously restricted area of vision. She 

trembled.

	When I was naked I mounted her. She struggled frantically as I guided 

the head of my cock against her virgin pussy. Inarticulate gurgles came 

from her gagged jaws. Her eyes widened in terror, I could feel the wet 

heat of her, the softness of her breasts flattening under my chest, the 

shivering of taut muscles.

	"Watch your master, bitch." I growled. "As he tears your childhood 

from you. Watch me as you feel my invader impale you." And I jabbed, 

hard.

	Alima screamed behind her gag as her hymen tore. I sank two inches 

or more before the thrust was blunted. Tears leaked from her eyes but she 

watched me, obedient.

	"Let me in, little slut." I purred. "Let me in. Your fortress has fallen, 

little whore. Now you must surrender your body. Now." I pushed, 

feeling tightness give way. Alima whimpered as her virgin flesh took 

me.

	"Half way home." I said, smiling coldly down at the writhing teenage 

girl. She was desperately trying escape, the discomfort of being forced 

open for the first time. But there was no where to go, and I forced her to 

take all of me. I could feel myself getting too excited. Reaching back I 

pinched the flesh between anus and scrotum to relieve it.

	Fully sheathed now, I stopped, letting Alima get used to me. By 

stages the tenseness left her. When I felt the iron grip of her pussy ease a 

little I withdrew carefully.

	Gentle now I thrust in and out slowly, easily. Alima stared up at me, 

unable to do anything but lie there and take it. Her tight pussy made me 

stop several times to regain control.

	After ten minutes she was moaning softly in pleasure. After fifteen she 

shuddered and her cunt fluttered around me. I smiled down at her in 

triumph.

	"Your first slave orgasm, Alima." I purred, leaning down to nip her ear 

gently, still moving. "How does it feel to be helpless, raped by your 

owner, and then be humiliated by an involuntary climax? There will be 

many more tonight. Soon you'll beg to be chained and raped every night. 

Come again, little bitch. Come until you scream." Alima shivered.

	I rested for a few minutes, catching my breath. I could feel her pulse, 

each time her heart beat her pussy throbbed with it, her belly quivered oh 

so very slightly.

	"Now that you've come, it's time for a real fuck." I said, grinning. I 

started to move again, slowly at first, then more and more rapidly. Alima 

couldn't do anything to stop me, she just lay still and groaned as her next 

orgasm approached. This one was stronger, and lasted longer. When it 

finished she slumped in her bonds. She didn't tense up again until I came 

a couple of minutes later, feeling the sperm blow its way into her warm 

and receptive body. Then she had one quick spasm, not orgasm, just 

reaction to feeling my hot seed boil into her.

	When I withdrew there was blood on my penis, which rapidly shrank 

as my excitement abated. Gently I unclamped the gag from the head 

brace and withdrew it. Alima sobbed quietly, now that it was over and 

she was no longer a virgin.

	"Let me go." She said, trembling. "Please, I've made a horrible 

mistake, let me go. I want to go home." She was almost unintelligible, 

her sobs cutting off every second word.

	"No." I said softly, stroking her face. "It isn't that easy, little one. As 

soon as we've rested, we continue."

	"Co-continue?" She gulped. "What more is there? I ha-haven't got 

anymore. You took my cherry, wh-what more is th-there?"

	"Oh, my precious little slave." I said, smiling. "There are hundreds of 

things we haven't done yet. You've still got two more major cherries to 

be picked. And of course, you're going to be punished."

	"Punished? Why? I haven't done anything!" She trembled again. 

"Please, I don't like this anymore. Let me go, please, please!"

	"Alima." I said, stroking her belly. "Alima Jahrain. You're a rich, 

spoiled bitch. Arrogant. Haughty. You think you're better than everyone 

else. Tonight you're going to be humbled, my girl. In ways you never 

dreamed could exist."

	"What are you going to do?" She asked fearfully.

	"I'm going to give you pain." I said.. "And pleasure. All night long, 

until you can't tell one from the other. Until you faint. Until you scream." 

I lowered my head and gazed into her eyes from less than two inches 

away.

	"Until you beg." I kissed her, tasting the saltiness of her lips. She 

tensed when I nipped her lip, not hard enough to hurt.

	"Don't do this, Paul. I'm begging you. I never knew it would be like 

this. I don't like it. Let me go."

	"No." I shook my head. "You're my property, Alima. Tonight you 

belong to me. I'll let you go in the morning, as I promised." I laughed 

softly. "But by then it will be too late. I'll already own your soul."

	"You're crazy." She said in horrified realization. I smiled and cupped 

her breast, feeling the weight of it, the softness of it.

	"I'm not the one chained to the bed, bitch. I'm not the one calling my 

captor names. I'm not the one who's going to hurt."

	"Hurt?" Her voice quivered. I reached down and picked up something, 

showing it to her, trailing it over the halo brace. She shut her eyes and 

shivered.

	I leaned down and began to tenderly suck on her nipple. It swelled in 

my mouth, throbbing with her heartbeat. When it was nicely erect I 

stopped and carefully closed the nipple clamp around it. The spring 

loaded jaws weren't strong enough to injure her, but they still pinched.

	Alima shrieked, demanding I remove the thing. I just leaned over and 

started sucking her other tit.

	"No, Paul, please!" She begged as I pressed the other clamp against 

her breast. She started up at me, eyes wide and imploring. Smiling 

gently I let the clamp close. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her 

eyes tightly shut. 

	I got up and went to her bathroom, running some warm water to clean 

her virgin blood from my cock. I brought a damp cloth back and tenderly 

wiped away the blood from her pussy. I noted that she was still slippery. 

Returning the cloth to the bathroom I came back and laid down between 

her legs.

	Then I started to lick her pussy. I was patient, and gentle, liking the 

taste of her. I spent twenty minutes on her, lightly teasing. During the 

middle of it I removed the nipple clamps. She cried out as the blood 

resumed circulation.

	"Paul, please stop." She whispered. "I don't want you to go on. Stop, 

now, please."

	I stopped, only to pick up the penis shaped leather gag. She eyed it 

warily.

	"You call me master, bitch." I said. "Do you understand?"

	"Yes." She said.

	I reached out and twisted her nipple, hard.

	"Ow! Yes, master!" She yelped.

	"Better. That's the first lesson, slave girl. The next one is you don't say 

a word unless I tell you to. I'm going to push this thing up your pussy 

now. If you make one peep I'll gag you with it-and I won't wash it off 

first, understand?"

	"Oh, please, master, don't put that-ouch!" Alima protested as I 

pushed the gag deep into her. The gag was wider than a penis, meant to 

stuff a girl's mouth, not her vagina. Alima groaned and whimpered as I 

worked the massive leather gag in and out like a dildo. She squirmed 

franticly, not enjoying the penetration. When I pulled it out she slumped, 

gasping.

	Before she could stop me I pressed the thing deep into her mouth and 

clamped it. Her eyes went wide as she tasted the leather, tangy from her 

own lubricant. I went to the foot of the bed and freed her leg chains. 

Moving to the headboard I worked until her legs were high in the air, 

drawn back almost to her shoulders, folding her in half.

	She lay helplessly on her back, legs spread wide, not even able to 

watch me as I spread lubricant on my cock. She felt my hands on her 

bottom, felt my hand spreading lubricant over her asshole.

	I don't think she understood what I planned to do until I actually 

mounted her, pressing firmly into her, forcing her asshole open. Her eyes 

widened in shocked disbelief as I sank half my length into her molten 

rosebud.

	The heat of her drove me wild. I ignored her frantic grunts and whines, 

pushing and prodding until I was sheathed firmly in her ass. Alima cried 

out as I began to thrust slowly in and out. She shuddered as I bottomed 

out again, and groaned deep in her throat.

	I continued until she relaxed, finally able to accommodate me. I paid 

careful attention to her clitoris, playing for a quick hard come.

	She obliged me, it was hard indeed not to lose control as the teenage 

girl growled and jerked in her metal prison, asshole clamping strongly as 

another unwilling orgasm was ripped from her. I withdrew after she'd 

finished, returning to the bathroom for another cleaning.

	"So, slave girl." I said softly. "We come to the last cherry. Are you 

going to fight me?" Alima could neither speak nor move her head. 

Seeing her difficultly I unclamped the dildo gag and withdrew it.

	"I won't fight you." She said softly. "I'm helpless. How could I?"

	"You didn't call me master!" I barked. "I'm growing tired of your 

defiance. Perhaps if I punish you, you'll see the error of your ways!"

	"Please, master! I'm sorry, I won't forget again!"

	"It's too late for that." I said in feigned anger. "You're going to get the 

spanking I should have given you at the beginning. There!" I smacked 

her exposed rear, hard. She yelped. I moved to a better vantage point and 

began to spank her in earnest, hard stinging slaps that soon had my hands 

tingling. I stopped every so often to rub her reddened ass cheeks. Her 

sobs soon became wordless moans and I wasn't too surprized when she 

groaned quietly and shuddered in orgasm.

	I maneuvered awkwardly, assuming a 69 position with her. When I 

brushed her lips with the tip of my cock she woodenly opened her lips 

and listlessly let me in. I began licking her pussy.

	It was like making love to a sponge. Alima's fellatio was just plain 

bad. There was no spirit in her, no fire. After fifteen minutes of this I got 

up in disgust.

	"You're worthless, bitch. I'm very displeased, and you're going to be 

punished. Maybe the paddle can teach you how to suck cock better." She 

stared at me wide eyed, sensing this wasn't entirely a game, that she had 

in fact displeased me.

	The halo brace made moving her awkward. I was very careful to make 

sure her mouth and nose weren't blocked. When the chains had been 

rearranged to my satisfaction I picked up a paddle and ran it over her ass, 

already sensitive from her recent spanking.

	"Do you know why I'm punishing you, Alima?" I asked sternly.

	"Because you don't like my mouth." She said after a moment.

	"That's right. You can't use it to suck cock worth a damn, and when 

you use it to talk you order people about shamelessly. That's a horrible 

thing in a woman, much less a slave girl. You're an arrogant conceited 

bitch, Alima. That will change, or you will be one sorry slave girl. Do 

you understand?"

	"I don't mean to be like that." She said contritely. I brought the paddle 

down, hard. She shrieked in surprized pain.

	"You forgot again. Really, I wonder why I even bother with you. 

You're hopeless, you know that?"

	"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Alima sobbed. "What did I do now?"

	"You forgot to say master." I said, beginning to spank her, not hard, 

but then I didn't stop. Each cheek of her ass got a dozen swats. Before it 

was over, she'd come again.

	"Please, master, please, I'll do whatever you want!" Alima wept. "Just 

don't paddle me anymore!"

	"You just had a climax, you lying minx. You're enjoying this." I 

accused, starting to paddle her again.

	"Stop, oh for Allah's sake stop!" Alima begged. "I'll give you the best 

blow job you ever had, just please stop!"

	I paused, considering. Emboldened Alima said.

	"A thousand pleasures await you my lord and master. This humble 

slave girl begs for the taste of her master's cock."

	"Now that's more becoming, Alima." I said.. She was just trying to 

escape the paddle, I knew that. But I'd let her.

	I rearranged her chains so I could turn the top half of her body 

sideways. Then I put my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly. 

She still wasn't very good, but at least she was trying.

	"A thousand pleasures?" I sneered after a few minutes. "I feel not even 

one." I smacked her behind with the paddle.

	Gagged by my erect penis she couldn't answer me with her voice. Her 

efforts redoubled, however. She just wasn't very good at it, despite her 

honest intentions. I began to paddle her again, reaching between her legs 

with my free hand to masturbate her.

	She came after another ten minutes of this, careful even in her spasms 

not to bite me. I withdrew, and stared down at her. She met my eyes, 

reading the disappointment in them. She flinched. I put a pillow under 

her hips, thrusting her ass high into the air.

	"Well, at least you gave me another hard on." I said in contempt. 

"Seems a shame to waste it." I mounted her from behind. From the way 

she trembled I think she thought I was going to rape her asshole again.

	She gasped when I thrust firmly but gently into her cunt. She was 

already primed from her two punishment induced orgasms and it wasn't 

long before her ass was bucking against me, slapping hard as we fucked.

	"Oh, yes, master, fuck me! I love it, I love it!" She groaned. She 

started to pant. I fucked her for a solid half hour, forcing an orgasm from 

her. Feeling myself approaching orgasm I withdrew. I'd already spurted 

into her cunt, this time I would come in her asshole.

	I slathered lubricant over my cock, then did the same for her anus. She 

groaned deep in her throat as I crammed my cock into her tight ass.

	"I'm yours, take me, fuck my ass!" She screamed, bucking upward. 

When your very own slave girl begs so shamelessly for it, you do it. I 

wasn't gentle, but I didn't rape her either. My thrusts drove her over the 

edge again, cursing and screaming. I lost it, spurting hard and long into 

her. When it was over I collapsed on top of her. My cock slipped out as 

she moved, too soft to stay inside.

	"Oh god." She wept softly, denied her final pleasure.

	When I got my breath back I freed her and gently took her in my arms.

	"Welcome home, slave girl." I said, brushing the hair back out of her 

face. "May a thousand years pass like a single day."

	"Thank you." She said closing her eyes.

	"Your fantasy's over, Alima. Time to come back to the real world." I 

kissed her.. Her fierce response and sudden fit of weeping startled me. 

Too experienced with a woman's tears by now I said nothing, just holding 

her.

	When she gained control of herself she looked up at me. Eyes red from 

her tears, makeup smeared, she wasn't the exotic beauty I'd picked up at 

the airport.

	"Am I really such a horrible bitch, master?" She asked finally. All her 

defenses were down now. I'd blasted through them and her final 

surrender there at the end had left her soul totally naked before me. Like 

Alima's body, her soul was mussed, not beautiful, but there was 

something there that spoke to me. A longing and a need I couldn't deny.

	"Yes." I said. "You really are such a horrible bitch. You're arrogant, 

conceited, and rude. You treat people you consider social inferiors like 

garbage. You're an ass-kissing contemptible whore to those above you 

socially. In short, Alima Jahrain, you aren't much of a human being."

	"No." She begged. "Please, no! I'm not like that, really!"

	"You are." I said coldly.

	And then she collapsed. Weeping, heart-broken, she flung herself onto 

the bed, nearly bopping herself with the halo brace.

	What followed I'm too ashamed to record. For two hours she poured 

out her life story to me, begging for any shred of forgiveness, any sign 

that she was really a nice person underneath it all. She pleaded and 

begged for me to be her friend, just to like her as a person. She begged 

me to punish her if that would make it better, to whip her until she bled if 

only I'd say I loved her, or even that I'd be her friend.

	I refused every plea. After two hours she was too hoarse to talk, too 

exhausted to cry. Then she scared me silly. She just lay still and said.

	"I'm too horrible to live. Kill me." And the thing that turned my blood 

cold is she meant it.

	I took her in my arms. She was cold, and limp. All that was left of her 

soul was that deepest darkest part we never show anyone, not our lovers, 

not our parents, not even God. I'd raped her body, and then I'd raped her 

soul. All her defenses were gone. The facade of sophistication lay in 

ruins around us. She was just a hurt animal now, all humanity ripped 

from her.

	"It isn't too late for you." I whispered. I held my breath, wondering if 

I'd lost her. She just lay in my arms, cold and spiritless. I could feel her 

heartbeat, so I knew she wasn't a corpse. But that was the only sign of 

life.

	"Come back." I whispered. "Come back to us, Alima."

	"No." Her voice was passionless, unfeeling. "I'm better off dead. If 

you won't do it I'll do it myself." She started to free herself.

	Terrified now that she really would try to kill herself I lunged on top of 

her, pinning her to the bed. She didn't resist, staring up at me with no 

expression.

	"I'm not worth your time, Mr Reiner." She said. "I'm nothing. Nobody 

wants me, nobody likes me. I'd be better off dead. The dead don't hurt."

	"I'm not going to argue, Alima. Get into the halo brace, now." I said 

carefully. She stared at me for a long minute or two, expressionless. 

Then she pulled the heavy metal thing to her. Hampered by my pinning 

weight she eeled her way into it, not struggling as I frantically bound her 

hand and foot, double checking to make sure there was no way she could 

escape, making sure there was no way she could hurt herself. When I 

was satisfied I rushed to Rachel's room.

	"What, who, ha-" Rachel struggled from sound sleep to find me 

naked and frantic over her. "Who is it?"

	"Rachel, come on, I need you. Get up, girl for the love of God. Move 

it!"

	Something in the tone of my voice brought her instantly awake. "What 

is it master?" She asked, throwing back the covers.

	"It's Alima. I think she's over the edge."	

	"What are you talking about?" Rachel stopped me. "Talk sense!"

	"I was with Alima. We'd just finished her fantasy when she got more 

and more depressed. I think she's suicidal now. I've got her restrained so 

she can't hurt herself. I need you, Rachel."

	"What do you mean? Need me for what?"

	"To bring her out of it. Please, Rachel. Not even Mei has your skill 

with people."

	"I can't do this!" Rachel said, appalled. "I'm not a doctor! I can't 

handle a suicide!"

	"Neither can I." I said grimly. "Together we might stand a chance. 

Without you I'm afraid Alima might find a way to die. Now come on 

Rachel. I'm terrified the longer we argue, the more time she has to get 

loose!"

	"All right." We hurried back to Alima's room. It was with great relief 

I saw that Alima hadn't moved. Rachel pulled up short when she saw 

Alima's expression-or lack of it.

	"What's wrong Alima?" She asked carefully.

	"Nothing. I'm fine." It came out with the same empty tone that had 

scared me. Rachel started releasing Alima. When the girl was free she 

gathered her into her arms, crooning a lullaby. I joined them when 

Rachel motioned to me to do so.

	Rachel was dressed in her favorite yellow gown. Alima and I were still 

naked. She let go of Alima and stripped in one fluid motion, tossing the 

gown hastily to one side.

	"I'm not worth this trouble, Rachel." Alima said in that same dead 

voice. "I know you don't like me. Nobody likes me. So just let me kill 

myself. Then I won't hurt anymore."

	"Querida mia, I love you." Rachel said, hugging her fiercely. "I love 

you."

	"I don't deserve your love." The Arab girl said softly. "I'm worthless. 

Just a heartless bitch."

	"I love you." Rachel said adamantly. "You are a good person, 

underneath it all. You can't help it if you were raised rich. There's no 

harm in that. And you can change, little one. You can change if you 

really want to."

	"I want to!" Suddenly the Arabic girl was clinging to Rachel, and 

weeping bitterly. "I want to change so much. I just want people to like 

me!" She wailed.

	"We love you." Rachel murmured. "We're your friends, and your 

family, and your lovers. We love you, Alima. She stroked the other girl's 

back.

	"I'm so ashamed." Alima cried into Rachel's hair. "I'm making a fool 

of myself!" The tears came faster now. I gathered both girls into my 

embrace, not saying anything, just being a warm body. It looked like the 

worst was over now.

	After a while Alima quieted and drew away from us. I tensed, ready to 

leap on her if she made any sudden moves. But all she did was brush her 

hair out of her eyes.

	"Thank you, Rachel." She smiled tentatively. "I'm sorry I made such a 

scene."

	"Hey, it's ok." Rachel smiled back. "I know what it's like. We all do. 

You'll never be alone again, Alima. Not ever."

	"You don't know how good that makes me feel." Alima said shakily. 

"God, I'm just a mess. May I take a shower master?"

	"Come here first." I said softly. Timidly, as though she was afraid I 

was going to hit her, she did.

	"Can you forgive me, Alima?"

	"What?" She stared, dumbfounded. "For what?"

	"For pushing you over the edge."

	"Of course, master. And you're right. I am a horrible bitch."

	"Were!" Rachel and I said it within instants of each other. Alima 

smiled.

	"All right, I was a horrible bitch. It's going to take me a while to break 

all my old habits. And I'm going to need help."

	"We love you, Alima." Rachel said. "We'll help you, all of us."

	"Thank you."

	"Come on." I said to Alima. "We both need a shower. And afterward 

you'll sleep with me in my bed. Yours is just a bit mussed." I grinned. 

Rachel chuckled, remembering her first night.

	"Rachel, I owe you more than I can say for what you've done tonight. 

Join us, please?" I asked. Alima nodded eagerly. Rachel cocked her 

head.

	"Well I haven't got a thing to wear..." She said wickedly. Alima 

laughed, her spirit re-igniting with an all but audible whoosh.

	The three of us snuggled nicely in my oversized bed.



Continued in part 13