~ Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital~ {chksng19}

[kimbra_ailis]

Supper had seemed comfortable to her. There was not much she had to add to the conversation so she had mostly listened. Rape and torture was rarely conversation to have at the dinner table. It was appearant they had some history together. Being years without TV and news she didnt know much about the pop culture or current going ons. Since Doctor Pytka had promised to keep her admitted, it had not mattered before now.
Even as he stopped to turn and stare at her, Krista kept approaching. Noticing the look on his face was less than happy to see her. She barely seemed to care. Brushing agianst him, she moved to put a little difference between them. Trying not to crowd him.
"Marta and Chester...... Will they be staying with us for a while?" There was a slight curious note in her voice as she continued.
"If your really thinking about hitting me... go ahead and do it...." That was usaully Doctor Pytka's solution. Not that he was the good doctor but the method within her own had become an acceptable way to deal with her strange outburst. "If you would rather be alone I can walk away..... I dont mean to intrude on your thoughts...."
Krista's thoughts and feeling did not show on her face. She knew it had likely been something they had discussed but she had missed the conversation. The last thing she had really known was talking about revenge on the doctor and that conversation had completly stopped when his friends arrived. Taking his cue she had been fine with the dropping the subject. She was still sane enough to realize that torture and revenge was not for everyone.

[Chuckdom19]

My concentration was broken now, so I didn't walk away.

"Yes indeed, Chester and Marta will be here for a few days at least, *until* we can safely leave without being recognized. Tomorrow morning, I'll be coloring my hair, putting in clear contacts with different eye color, and growing a goatee." I made the point strongly. "I haven't worn Walmart or Target clothes in years, so it effectively changes my class. That and the other parts of the disguise will help hide who I am. That's part of why I wanted you to get your hair done. We won't get anywhere near the bad ol' Doctor if you don't look different." I just had to tie it into her goals. "And until I can buy a good, cheap car.

"Please, stop thinking I'm going to hit you. I am not the Doctor. And I do not believe in hitting. I care about you, dammit!!" She had me upset with that part. I'm a man, not an animal who needs to hit all the time.

I turned, and started to pace. "I'm really with you on this revenge thing. I believe the man needs some horror of his own, after all he has caused others. But we can't do this wildly; we will have to plan, carefully, and be able to carry it off without suspicion. If we get identified too early, we'll be in jail or back at Mercy... and at HIS mercy. Not a place I ever want to be again!!"

[kimbra_ailis]

Change. For months at a time there would be no change in her life. The little room, nurses coming in at a regular and set schedule, the doctor appearing on time. She knew everything the nurses would say, and even the good doctor. Nothing really changed. It was not that she was incapable of adjusting to change. At the moment though she was completely lost. Now she felt like she was at the center of a whirlwind. Cian was the only thing that was still in her life.
Krista stared at him as he paced. After a few minutes she walked forward, waiting for him to stop in front of her, going up on her toes slightly she lightly nipped at his chin once. Then turned and headed back in the direction she had come from.
In many ways he was not like the good doctor. Yet she still knew when she struck a nerve. To see him at a loose of what to do with her she had thought the invitation to hurt her would have been enough. Now she could see it had only made things worse. At a loose of what to do to make the situation any better she simply walked away. It hurt her to do it but in her current state of mind it was the best she could offer.

[Chuckdom19]

I strode after her quickly, grasping her by the shoulders and stopping her.

"Krista, you can't walk away from me on this. Have you heard or understood a single word I've said? If we can't communicate, we can't do this thing!"

I looked in her eyes to see if there was any hint that she was paying attention, that she was somewhere in the real world right now. Because she was frustrating me, and I was about ready to forget about the revenge thing and walk away. I was willing to risk my life and freedom to punish Doctor Asshole. But I wasn't doing it unless I had a chance of success... and right now I had none.

[kimbra_ailis]

"I hear ya clearly....." Krista did not struggle in his hold. "I am still a little out of it right now.... the true bitch about Doctor Pytka is that he doesnt even have to be in the room to fuck with me..... Give me another day or two for my head to clear and finish coming out of this withdraw.... I will keep out of everyones way till then...."
Staring at him she was waiting for some kind of answer to indicate that was good enough or not.
"If we have not killed each other first.... The way we both hit him and the others, he has to know we would be explosive together.... I was not known for my patience or being stable... In his opinion if I dont get my medicine it only becomes worse. He has to be expecting any retalition to happen quickly and soon if it will happen at all..."
Taking one of his hands, she nuzzled it slightly then bit his wrist lightly. Her eyes watching his face. "Should I head back to the cabin or....."

[Chuckdom19]

I pulled her close and kissed her, hard. Both our hands were busy, playing with this and that.

"OK, Rusty. We can take a few days to put things together. I have to take a trip to town tomorrow, but otherwise we'll just put things on hold until the medications drop off. Let's take a walk." I led her further down the path we were on, to my meditation place.

"This is where I always went to think when I was a kid. It's relaxing." And indeed it is. There is a naturally-illuminated cave that a creek runs out of; it lights the area around the mouth with a bluish glow. The creek never freezes all the way down, it's deep but warm; lots of fish doing fishy things in the clear water. The area was full of ferns and moss, and the ground was bouncy underfoot. The natural shelter of the area made it a special place; the music of the waters, a melodious one.

"Krista? Come swimming with me!" I stripped off my things and waded into the water, turning to watch her follow, hesitantly. I took her hand and we slowly and quietly moved into the cave... we didn't want to bother the fish.
200 feet or so into the cave the world was lit with the blue-white bio-luminescence of the creatures on the walls or the minerals, whatever it was. The air was warm and moist from the natural heat of the stream.

She turned to me, awe-filled eyes darting here and there, not sure what was happening. It was a whole new world! We walked up onto a bank along one side, just big enough for two people to lie, and made love there together for the first time. In the cabin had just been a release, just a fuck, compared with this. The magic in the air helped, I think. Her eyes glowed silver, her skin was blue and warm and she rolled around in the soft moss as we changed positions like characters in cheap porn. She bit me here and there, I bit her back. We shared the mystic nature of the place, and each other.

Going back to the cabin took too little time; we were hand-in-hand but locked deep in our thoughts. Some of mine involved, "what have I gotten myself into" remarks, but most were in the realm of "what a special woman!"

[kimbra_ailis]

Silence fell as they walked toward the cabin. There were of course the natural sounds. The occasional owl. Night bugs chirping. Wind blowing in the leaves. But there were no voices, no human movement. It was the first time in a very long time that the human world was silent around her. The silenece felt comfortable. It helped calm the storm of voices and thoughts that usaully flooded her mind. Of course his presence went along way in doing that too.
Krista could not remember the last time she felt at peace. Not drug induced spaced out, but actaully at peace. Even before her admittance to the hospital there had never been a real sense of comfort in her life. In a way, in the back of her mind, she was still waiting to wake up from her dream. This would have been the perfect time for one of the nurses to come in and accidently wake her. This would have been the perfect time because to wake up in hell again would have been a serious blow to what little sanity she had left. She kept waiting for that waking moment not because good things could not ahppen to her, but from past experince she had learned she was going to wake up from the illusion.
As they reached the cabin, she sat down on the porch steps. Krista knew they would be going in here within a few minutes. She was actaully almost looking forward to sleep. She was not so naive to think that the nightmares and dreams would not find her here. But at least for once she would not wake to nurses holding her down. Lifting his hand, she nuzzled it lightly then bit his wrist softly. Looking at in his eyes as she did it, a faint smile came to her lips.
"I think this will be the first night in years I am not completly dreading sleeping...."

[Chuckdom19]

Plunking my butt down on the stairs next to Krista, I just stared off into the darkness. She cuddled up to my shoulder, resting her head on my chest as I slid my arm around her. It was still warm for the time of night this far north, but cool enough to snuggle a bit.

There were some quiet noises from inside the cabin, sounds of shower-taking, toilet, footsteps. Soon it was quiet. We sat and I thought deep and wandering thoughts. About the day, about the orphan I had 'adopted', about the lover I had discovered inside her. The escape merited no thought; it would never be a problem for me... I could buy my way out of the trouble.

Sounds in the woods took me back to my youth, happy and sad and angry. Hunting the foxes and squirrel and white-tail, fishing for the Walleye and Muskie, sharing time with my Dad in the early years happily. Sad as I got older, hurt, ignored. Angry when I ran away up here to avoid his drinking and abuse. I tried to shut the bad from my mind, and the sounds of the night creatures helped. That and the warm bundle inside my arm.

Looking down, I gently spoke to her. "Krista? You awake?" She did not move, did not stir. Gathering her in my arms, I carried her into the cabin, to the couch which someone had made out into a bed for us. I laid her down and pulled off her shoes. She stirred a bit in her slumber, and I pulled the blanket over her. Stripping to underwear, I moved next to her but did not sleep for a long time. Just couldn't calm my mind.

[kimbra_ailis]

As soon as he laid her down, Krista was fully awake. She did not open her eyes, simplying laying in his arms for a time. Feeling his skin pressed against hers was almost an invitation to play some more. Forcing herself to lay still and be content. It was not too long before she fell back asleep agianst the warmth of his body.
Somewhere far away in the darkness she could hear screams Hands on her. Too many to count. Some hurt, nails digging in, scratching her pale skin. Others simply held her in place with vice like strength. No matter how she struggled and fight she could not get herself free. Hands pulled her body this way and that. Sometimes trying to manipulate her so that she did things she did not want to do. Sometimes they simply just tried to pull her apart.
Waking with a scream, she struggled on the bed against hands trying to restrain her. Eyes wide she stopped struggling as she realized she was not in her room. Actaully she was not in the hospital at all. Disoriented she went completly still giving herself a moment to adjust. As the realization sank in that she was free from the good doctor sank in. Collapsing back on the bed, a slight smile coming to her lips.
For a moment she stared at Cian, nothing else really mattered. "... hey..." It came out softly just above a whsiper. The single word sounding somewhere between inoccent childlike and happy seductive.

[Chuckdom19]

Krista woke me, screaming from a bad dream. Startled, I first held her tightly to keep her from hurting herself (and me!), but then I just laid next to her waiting for her to calm. Her body bolted upright, looking around and orienting herself. She laid down again, rolled towards me, and looked up into my eyes. "Hey", she said in a voice straight out of a Vegas call-girl's playbook.

I looked down at her, and helped her wiggle out of her clothes. We made love quietly, conscious of strangers in the next room, giggling like high schoolers. This one didn't last long, we were both too tired; we fell asleep in each others' arms.

The next sign of life from either of us was after the sun was up and shining in, as we squirmed into our underwear so we could dash to the bathroom. Once we were dressed, Marta and Chester came out; obviously they had been up a while but were being courteous. We tossed together a pancake and real North Country Maple syrup breakfast, with genuine America's Dairyland butter. About thirty cakes later, I sat down from cooking and told Krista that the dishes were her job, since I cooked. She shrugged and looked cornered a minute, then saw my smile and understood, I think.

While we gathered up the plates, I told Krista, "I have to ride with Chester into town for some supplies and such... should not take over three hours. Just take it easy, maybe get to know Marta a bit more." I kissed her on the lips, hard, then bit her neck. "Back by noon at the latest."

Chester tossed me my jean jacket and we got aboard his Hog, spraying a few stones as we headed towards the main road. An hour later, a used car dealer was grinning about the schmuck he had just fleeced, and I had a two-year-old Explorer with all the toys and four-wheel drive. Now if it rained we wound not be stranded at the cabin or limited to pushing the bikes to the road. Twenty minutes in a hardware store, half an hour at Wal-Mart, and a visit to Piggly-Wiggly and we were set for days. Lots of camping supplies, food, cooking utensils, and miscellaneous bumf and we were back on the way to the cabin. The car needed tires, so I stopped at a Firestone store on the edge of town and reshod the beast.

We beat our noon promise by about 20 minutes, and walked into the cabin with arms laden with packages. I was more than pleasantly surprised by the sight which greeted me.

[kimbra_ailis]

Krista stared after them a while. Unsure if this was a great idea. She did not trust herself to be around some one who did not kow her rules. Someone who did not know or have the means to control her. Deciding she had already disappointed him once, the least she could do was make an effort this time. Walking back in the house, Marta kept a fair distance, which helped ease the pressure and tension. The dishes went quickly and that still left a few hours to kill.
Walking out of the bathroom, Krista had her hand outstretched to Marta before the other women knew what was happening. A moment of staring at the scissors in hand, she lead Krista outside and to the side of the house.
"How much?" By the tone, Marta obvisously expected t be allowed to trim an inch or two off the mid back length.
"Leave enough for a firm grip....."
Krista tried to occupy her mind with thoughts as Marta worked. This time she found it hard to concentrate on anything but what was ahppening around her head. It took serious restraint to let it happen. Marta ended up cutting most of her hair until it was less than 4 inches long. By the time Marta aid she was done, Krista was visibly shaking. Walking away from the women, she wen tot sit on the porch for sometime, knowing the cabin would put them too close together.
As she walked away she could hear Marta call after her. "Dont you even want to see it?"
Krista was on the porch well over an hour before she was calm enough to go back inside. As much as she wanted to know if it worked, if it changed her appearance enough, Krista was not ready for a mirror. They always seemed to captivate her attention. Somehow she doubted anyone would be fine watching her sit unmoving for hours in front of a mirror so she avoided it for the time being. She was sitting on the couch when the front door finally opened.
"Better?"

[Chuckdom19]

"Krista! You look great!" It was a major change, brightening and maturing her face with the shaping.

"Marta, you're a wizard! Wonderful job, thank you so much!!" How she got her to sit still long enough to do the needed clipping, I have no idea, but the new look was enough. Coloring would not be needed, other than perhaps some skin-darkening... her years inside had made her complexion pasty. A little good quality self-tanning lotion, which I had bought, would darken her skin tone some, and make her a whole new person.

I had gotten some clear, brown-eyed contacts for myself to hide the normal cold blue, and had gotten two pairs for Krista; one plain brown to hide her green, one for the revenge itself, black devils in a red background.

Chester and I had done a lot of talking; he was spooked by Krista, and so was Marta. Both thought her to be quite sexy and attractive, but her personality was rather off-putting. I explained about the effects of the medications she had been forced to take, and how they would take time, perhaps weeks, to wear off. We talked further, mostly man-stuff and updates on my various businesses and political circumstances.

"War? It's STILL going on? What is Congress thinking of? Oil prices over $125 a barrel? My oil holdings must be paying dividends like crazy! And my buddy Boone Pickens is promoting solar and wind??? I can see I have some emergency catching up to do."

Carrying-in caused several trips, putting-away longer still. I had checked on the owner of the cabin through my business manager by phone on the trip back. She said it belonged to an elderly couple with no family, and would quietly buy it from the estate by the next day through a dummy corporation as well as my stream and cave. It was too damn pretty to be 'developed'. My new satellite phone would work anywhere it was clear, so I had communications and internet anywhere. The computer I had purchased was the best laptop WallyWorld had in stock, but it was not a Mac. I would cope.

Once all the goodies were stowed, I sat down with Krista.

"Marta and Chester will be leaving this afternoon; she has to get back to her salon, and he to his Harley dealership. I think it might be nice if we thank them for getting us out, don't you?"

"Beyond that, thank you and I'm proud of you for letting her do your hair. It really looks pretty! I bought you some clothing and stuff, cosmetics and shampoo and such. Hope you like them." I thought for a minute, deciding how to address the next one.

"Krista, I got you something else, something special. I don't know how you'll feel about it, but I got you a ring and a necklace to wear, along with some pierced earrings to wear. I saw you had holes, but nothing in them. Hope you like silver and emeralds..." There had been a jewelry store across from the tire shop. "It's just a plain, every day necklace and earrings. It's just real. And the ring is a 'friendship' ring, so you know I care even when I'm not right here next to you." I slid it on her finger, and waited for a reaction.

[kimbra_ailis]

Looking at the picutres he brought up further excited her. He did not seem upset or disappointed that he could not take her to a more crowded place. There were thousands of places that would ahve been fun to go to but a lot of them included large crowds. While she was getting better she did not think that unless he kept a firm hold on her that that was the safest thing for either of them.
"Sounds good...." Leaning over she put her teeth on his upper arm, she did not bit down. Sitting there for a moment, then she laid her head on the desk.
"Will we see big cats? I think we need a kitty.... like a puma or lynx.... maybe a bobcat...."
Despite the silly sound of the request she was completely serious. Stretching and standing up. Wondering away from him to find something else to amuse her for a few mintues would save him from telling her that she was not allowed to have a cat that would someday weigh almost as much as she did. Going to the bathroom she picked up the ointment and bandages for her hand and took it out to him. He did not babysit her like th nurses did, always worried an concerend, it was a nice change to be able to think for herself.

[Chuckdom19]

Two hours after we hit the road, we stopped to see a roadside attraction which looked like fun and not many people there today. Watching the ships go up and down through the locks on the river was really neat, especially that it used almost no power. We grabbed a snack, and proceeded through the day that way, stopping to see the Spam museum, the statue of the Jolly Green Giant and Sprout, and the only Native American Pipe Stone mine in the nation.

We arrived at our first overnight tired and worn-out, but that lovely hot tub gave us the chance to snuggle in the swirling waters with sweet smelling salts, some candles we had picked up, and a bottle of sparkling White Grape Juice. I was taking no chances.

Rusty examined all my bite marks and kissed some of the pain away, while I checked her hand and told her she didn't need the dressing any more, just a daily dose of the ointment.

Next morning after a hearty breakfast, we hit the road again and stopped to see the World's Only Corn Palace, such as it was. We laughed at the junk for sale at most of the shops, but I got her a Black Hills Gold bracelet with a few small emeralds to kind of go with her other jewelry. She picked out a ring for me, which looked like two hearts made up of the 'grapes and vines' patterns typical to all that brand of jewelry. She made a big thing out of putting it on me, and checked me about once an hour to make sure it was on straight and I didn't lose it.

A few more stops (Elvis' motorcycle! A "Tucker"!) and we were at our next stop. We collapsed in the place I had chosen down town in a high tower, overlooking the site of the 'worst urban flooding of the 1970's' which had killed hundreds, coming in the night.

Every night was special, sharing the intimacy and snuggling which was so vital to Krista's recovery. And to my peace of mind.

[kimbra_ailis]

He had ignored all request to stop the car and let her go out and play with the pretty animals. Not that it was truly surprising and he did not seem to blame her for asking. Nor did she get a lecture on how stupid the idea was. Maybe he had understood she was not really serious. Or maybe he thought if he ignored her she would eventaully go away. Well she didnt go away but she was not pouting either so.
The caves were beautiful, she insisted on being at the end of the tour so they would have more time. It crossed her mind to ask if they could find somewhere private, just like back home. The thing that stopped her from asking was she had already asked about a hundred other things that were not great ideas. So she kept this one in her head.
By the time she had gone through all the quarters he would give her and jumped around on the bed, she had only meant to close her eyes to relax but fell asleep almost immediatly. It occured to her in the morning she had not slept this much at the hospital except when it was drug induced. It actaully seemed to go a long way in making her feel better.
Waking with Cian already int eh shower, she moved to hide behind the door of the bathroom. When he finally came out, she tackled him onto the bed. Of course knowing there might be repercussions she tried to escape into the bathroom but did not even make it off the bed. Laughing so hard she was barely able to put up much of a fight. She managed to scream out that th ekitten was going to get him. And it did, two hours later when they were back in the truck. He was less than impressed.

[Chuckdom19]

It was wonderful to see Krista's system washing itself of the medications. She was teasing, jolly, sleeping soundly, and genuinely fun to be around. The vacation was working... hadn't talked about the revenge in days.

A trip to "Devil's Tower" in Wyoming was the next day's side-trip. Rusty looked out the window and said, "Hey, 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind!!'"

We chatted about the movie using this natural place for a setting. About spending an hour walking around the tower, watching people climbing it. And she was excited to see squirrels and other little things taking care of squirrelly businesses. We even saw a small fox... and she wanted to try and catch it, 'it's so cute!'

Another side trip took us to the Reptile Garden, and we enjoyed the snake and wild animal shows. Lots of crowd was coming in just as we were leaving, so we missed the pressure. A wild bear park kept us in the car, driving though... although Krista was scared when a 10 foot tall guy was looking in her window, hoping for handouts. That's why they told you to keep your windows closed.

We started on back east and stopped in the Badlands, checking out the rattle snakes and beautiful rocks. Swinging south into Nebraska, we saw the world's largest ball of string and Carhenge. That was all there was to THAT state. And Iowa was not much more interesting. Moving back to our cabin took the last two days, mostly of highway driving. We made an exception shortly before home, enjoying the world's biggest water park's waves and a miniature golf course with 96 holes. Didn't quite finish the course.

Every day was one of sharing and growing closer, each night was various varieties and levels of lovemaking. Some were wild, biting and spankings, while others were just peaceful and slow. Lovely, relaxing days. We both had farmer tans, and were enjoying the time together.

We got back to the cabin after two wonderful weeks, and got our notes together; time to plan seriously.

[kimbra_ailis]

When Cian got the drugs, she had quickly excused herself. It was the only thing in the plan that she had argued and disagreed with. Having been fucked by the drugs, the only person she would have been willing to use the drugs on was the good doctor. Cian had explained that they needed them. That they did not have time to break him more slowly. Nodding she had let it go but she had refused to be present for that part.
When that had been done, he found her on the back porch. Sitting and staring out at nothing. She pushed the thoughts of the drugs out of her mind in order to get through the rest of the preperations. Among all the chaos that was her mind, she was at least able to push thoughts away like that. The rest of the evening went well.
The wine was the first she had had in years. So far in teh last few weeks they had avoided alchol not sure the kinda side effects. At this point there was not too much to worry about. If she had problems Cian had proven he could handle her, if worse came to worse he could put her in with Daniel and let her take out the violence and anger with him. Besides it was not like she was going to drink enough to actaully get drunk.
After dinner she found the son's tie in the pile of his clothes. Laying it around her neck, she absently played with as she watched the monitor. Having fetched the stuffed cat out of the truck, she used one of the ends to playfully run in front of the cats paws as if it would really play with it.

[Chuckdom19]

The relaxants and "don't worry" drugs had worked to get Junior into the mind-set we were looking for. Rusty and I sat down and began to explain what had happened at Mercy, what Dr. Daddy had done to his female patients, how he had twisted the records and used medications to control and punish instead of helping and 'Doing no harm' as he swore with his oath.

The boy fought the idea for hours, until we finally calmed him enough to sleep. We grabbed some short hours, and I woke alone; a quick check of the camera showed me that Rusty was doing as she promised, working on him another way.

I watched, fascinated. Her methods were crude and rough, then smooth and gentle. She had learned much at the hands of the doctor, and from her reading since she got out.

Our plan was working well... and Junior would be ready for the weekend's planned events. I was looking forward to many of them.

[kimbra_ailis]

Krista had woke, unable to sleep anymore. The last week she had been doing much better about sleeping but tonight her mind would not completly settled. Getting up early without Cian, she went to talk with the son. He woke when she shut the door behind her. After walking in she headed to a corner, to give him a few minutes to adjust to her presence. He kept his eyes on the door like he expected someone else to come in. He appearently did not think she was capable of much on her own.
Sitting in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, she rocked slightly, her eyes unfocused.
"Where is he?" A faint smile had come to her lips. It had taken him a little while to get nosey enough to ask the question out loud, but not nearly as long as she expected.
"Cian? In bed, least that is where I left him..... Probably asleep. He doesnt have the problems I do. The voices dont talk to him...."
"He let you off your leash?" Krista smiled at his comment. It was something the good doctor had said on a number of occasions. At least he now recognized her some. Lifting his time from her neck to bring his attention to it, her smile widened along with his eyes.
" He likes me much better on my own...."
Moving to crawl to him, he did not back away, apparently not afraid of her alone. Of course very few men would be till they knew her better. Cian had left the straight jacket on him, that was all she needed to keep this game even. As much as she did not want to give up the tie, she did put it around his neck, for better control of his head. Krista loved the look of fear that he gave her. Crawling into his lap to keep him from going anywhere.
Adding pressure to his tie and neck she did not let him pass out like the first time. Instead kept him high on the lack and reduction of oxygen. Purring softly in his ear. Whispering the details of the last few years. There was once or twice taht it was truly tempting to fuck him, but she stopped short of too much sexual contact. He was not ready to behave and get that kinda of reward. Maybe in the after noon when Cian had his chance with him. She enjoyed feeling his struggle. The fact he was trying hard not to believe her. But she knew too much about the little things and mannerisms.
Krista let her mood swing wildly from almost childlike to more agressive and angry. He might have doubted her sincerity of the moods and voices, but she spent almost three hours on his lap, in his face. It was hard to deny that something was not right and it was not merely a game. There were a few bruises on him and a second mark around his neck from the time, by the time she stood up.
Opening the door, a smile cam to her face when she saw Cian on the other side. Snuggling into his arms, she was glad for him to calm her mind and ease the tension.
"I didnt wake you did I?"

[Chuckdom19]

She was warm and happy in my arms... and felt awfully good.

"No, Krista, you didn't wake me. I've been watching your technique, and I'm impressed. Good work! I'm surprised at some of the things you got him to accept, and to admit to. Those will stand us in good stead as we continue to work on him."

Walking into the room, I gave him a mild hypnotic drug, and began to discuss some of the actual things I had witnessed his father doing, and to suggest ways that he might assist us in the 'intervention' we had planned for the weekend. By the time I finished, he was suggesting ideas as to how he might help, and added some small details about his father's personality and behaviors.

I gave him a break and exited his room to talk to Krista. She had watched some of what had happened, but not much, as she was still concerned about any kinds of medications. We grabbed a simple meal, and then fed Junior his first meal of the day, and policed him to the bathroom. He was still somewhat dopey, so getting him in and out of the straight jacket was no problem.

When he was done, I rewarded him with a mattress and pillow to lay on; he was almost childishly grateful for the boon. I knew he was coming out of the hypnotic now, and it was time for Krista to do her next bit in the conditioning.

[kimbra_ailis]

Krista actaully came over to look through the bags, curious what he brought back. Having Cian back helped make her feel better. Even his presence helped make her feel more stablized. Helped some of the worry she had that she might hurt Marta unintentionally.
"I havent seen it..... my hair that is..... Mirrors are not usaully my friend..... I told her short, just long enough to get a handful of it.... And that is what it feels like" Absently she ran her hand through her hair, brushing it back out of her face.
In the back of her mind she had expected "necklace" to mean collar. Which still would have been fine to her. But as he mentioned matching earings and ring she came to another conclusion. A wide smile came to her lips as she looked at the peices. It surprised her that he had choosen a green stone which happened to be her favorite and that she had a preference for silver over gold. It didnt cross her mind that he might not have known any of that , he had simply picked something that would match her eyes.
For a few minutes she was lost staring at the ring. Taking the earrings, it took a moment to push them in. Slowly her eyes came up to meet his. Still smiling widely. "Put the necklace on for me?" Krista could have done it herself but she liked his arms around her and this was just another excuse for it.
"Thank you Cian....Its beautiful.... "
A soft laugh came to her lips. "I think we need to keep focused on saying thank you to your friends before I let us get distracted...."

[Chuckdom19]

I was pleased and proud of my choices... she really seemed to like the jewelry. Her kiss of thanks almost took me down on the couch right there, in front of my cousin and his wife.

"Thank you Cian... Its beautiful..." She smiled, and the world brightened.
A soft laugh came to her lips. "I think we need to keep focused on saying thank you to your friends before I let us get distracted..."

It occurred to me later, that was the first time I ever heard her laugh that did not involve pain.

About 40 minutes later we said fair-well to Chester and Marta; I sent them on their way with several written instructions to various people which Ches would call or mail the next day (Monday). Krista kissed both of them, and thanked Marta for her kindness and concerns. I had already made a mental note to see if Marta would like to expand her business... or if Chester needed an influx of capital. Good family is like a precious memory; one must hold them close and keep them special.

About 20 minutes after I finished helping them load their bikes, they roared off towards the road. Krista and I were alone. Time to get to know the woman.

Turning back towards the cabin, I was surprised to see Krista standing on the cabin steps, dressed only in her jewelry and a smile. I responded to the unspoken shout... and we ran together to the bed. Time to baptize this place as ours.

[kimbra_ailis]

Jessika did not look away from Master's face. Eyes wide she could barely believe the words she was hearing. Or maybe she simply did not want to believe them. After all this time and he was apparently washing his hands of both of them. "Master... I am begging you..... please.... can there be an alternative? Master.... please dont let this happen... please Master.... "
Watching Master, she kept praying that this was a sick joke. It made almost anything else he could request from them look simple. It was rare for her to beg. Being one of the few things she abseloutly hated. The few times she did was usually out of concern for her cousin. To beg Master to show mercy on him. Most of the time she could with stand her own pain till the point that she passed out or Master lost interest in her pitiful body.
Still watching and begging Master she did not notice as one of the guest approached her. Feeling two fingers be shoved into her sex, she cringed and groaned. Her body trying to twist in the restraints to get away. They weren't gentle or caring like her cousin was. Even being slightly wet the only thing she felt was pain. Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth together to avoid crying out again. It felt like he was only trying to cause as much pain as possible. Not as bad as when Josephus had to take her innocense but it was close.
A deep blush came to her cheeks. Partly from the humilation of this happening partly because her body was already wet. All these years in Master's care and her body had learned to enjoy the pain and suffereing, at least on some level, while her mind regretted what was happening. She had always denied it out loud but the longer her and Josephus played in private the more she knew it was true.

[kimbra_ailis]

^^^^ Ignore.... Posted in wrong spot ^^^^^

[kimbra_ailis]

Being stressed from the hair cut and the few hours without him, there really was no way for her to be gentle short of him tying her down. Krista ended up pinning him beneath her, arching backward impaling herself hard and fast on him. The position helped keep her from bitting him at the moment, knowing she was going to leave a bruise if she did. When she finally collapsed to his chest it was a strange feeling not to have hear hair falling down her back and shoulders.
When she finally came around enough, she eased down on the mattress next him. Purring softly. Opening her eyes enough to look around the room, actaully taking in her surrondings for the first time since arriving. Spending most of the first day spaced or stressed she did not care about her surrondings. Now she looking around and taking in the sight. "Do they trust leaving you alone with me? That you will be okay...."
Krista was fingering the ring he had slipped on her finger. The weight felt different to her, unuse to jewlery. The weight felt good. Pulling up closer to her face to look at. Snuggling against his chest she smiled to herself.

[Chuckdom19]

Ummmm. That wonderful, gentle, slow coming-back-to-reality after making love and the post-coital nap. Safe, close to someone you care about, no hurry return to the real world. What a delightful experience to remember.

Krista was close under my arm, warm and snuggling, softly snoring. I moved a bit so I could take a long look at her, now that her face was less drugged-looking. She had a gentle prettiness that was hidden by the constrictions of the medications she had been forced to take. The stress lines were relaxing a bit, leaving a softer, more feminine appearance.

I just relaxed, comfortable and happy, waiting until Krista woke up and we arose to shower together. She seemed to be closely examining my body as i looked at hers. Afterwards we cooked dinner together, laughing a bit over working at the stove naked. After dinner we scraped dishes and piled them in the sink. I spent a couple hours exploring the net, catching up on news and articles my aide had uploaded and saved; she thought them important for me to see. Krista watched over my shoulder, stopping me now and then when she was not done with a page. She was a quick reader, and seemed absorbed in world events.

After a bit, we tired of the information overload; the world seemed so grim. Appreciating the lovely seasonal evening, we took a walk through the woods, winding up near the creek and cave, sitting on a tree-log and watching the fish play in the clear water. It was a lovely time, the world a million miles away.

Dark was falling fast as we got back to the cabin. We washed the dishes and sat, talking about everything and nothing. The world would wait on us... and did, as we made love once again. Fresh air and exercise took its toll, and we drifted off to sleep.

This set a pattern for us for many days; three or four days of exploring the woods, watching some fox kits playing in a meadow and listening to the brilliant songs of nature, then a day's trip to the city to get supplies. We enjoyed the relaxed routine, no pressure, no appointments. We made love a lot, and our lovemaking changed.

I learned Krista loved to be tied up when we played together, or at least restrained. Her playful biting was worse when I didn't hold her arms at least, and biting her back didn't seem to help. I got so irritated with her, I finally pulled her over my lap and gave her a few spanks... and discovered more about who she was inside. She came hard under my hand, and fell to her knees in the depths of the passionate feelings, taking my organ into her mouth and pleasuring me well.

Soon, we started to make some plans. Getting a ground plan for the bad doctor's home area from Google, we noted the surrounding land was trees and overgrowth for nearly 500 feet in three directions, and the house was set back well over 200 from the rural road it was set on. I had a private investigator do some traffic counts on the road up and down from the house, and learned there were only about 9 cars which used the road regularly, besides mail delivery and a meat salesperson. Those two came on a regular schedule, which made our tasks easier.

The P.I. did some photo recon for us too, using long lenses from the woods around the house. The adult children were obviously still in school, and Mom's activities were few and regular. I took copious notes, and we began to get the threads of their lives woven into some clear patterns.

[kimbra_ailis]

Cian had gone outside for something. Probably using the phone for business. For the moment she had decided to stay inside. Walking into the bathroom she looked in the mirror even though she knew better. Looking at her reflection, looking at her hair. Playing with it she tried to ignore the strange voices that whispered back. Krista started to tell them to shut up. Her voice soft at first. She did not remember picking up the bottle of make up but it was in her hand when she smashed her hand into the side of the mirror. The mirror did not completly shatter but it cracked. Dropping it to her knees, she some how managed to turn on the cool water and stick her hand below the running water. At the moment she was not aware of why she was doing it, but opening her eyes there were a few bloody spots on the edge of the sink.
Staying there for sevearl minutes, she became aware of movement in the door. Looking over at Cian, her eyes were a little cloudy and unfocused but she reconized him enough not to feel threatened.
"Sorry... I could not take the screaming and whispering...."
Pushing up to her feet, with her unbloodied hands she extended it toward him, indicating for him to take the bottle. Wrapping a towel around her hand.
"Avon..... Its a good way to get in the door and in the house. Women love an avon sale lady.... Even nosey neighbors will never notice or look twice at a women with a Avon box in her hand."
Moving to him, her hands went to his shirt, pushing it up slightly so she could see one of the bruises on his upper rib cage. Slightly kissing it she leaned against his chest. "Sorry.... I still dont have complete control...."

[Chuckdom19]

Mid-call with the P.I., a crash brought me running into the house, and I saw Krista in the bath, running a hand underwater. I looked at a cracked mirror, but there was no broken glass; it looked as though she had scraped her hand on the hinge. Once I was sure she was physically all right, I watched her get up and looked closely at her eyes. They were not exactly clear.

When she finished standing, she handed me a bottle of Avon makeup, and I eventually understood; this was to be part of the plan, posing as Avon people. Were there Avon guys? Hmmm...

She slid closer to me, slid her hands up my chest... "Sorry.... I still dont have complete control...."

It brought me back to the present with a flash, remembering where she had been, and why. I could not yet take for granted the balance of Krista's mind. The lingering effects of the meds forced on her and those bad experiences with the doctor combined to give her some long-term damage.

I took her hand and inspected the wound, putting some liquid skin over it and dressing it with a bandage. We went out and took a walk outside to help her calm a bit, then hopped in the car for a treat; dining out at the family restaurant in town.

[kimbra_ailis]

A smile came to her lips whens he realized that he was not angry with her. She had been afraid that he would be upset about this being a step backward in her progress. Dr Pytka and the nurses were always angry after a bad nightmare or an actaul self inflicted injury. Angry that she was not trying hard enough to be cured. The look reflected on his face that he understood. That was a surprise. It made her want to try harder for him.
On the ride Krista rolled the window down so she did not have to deal with her reflection. Cian was right beside her but he needed to concentrate on the road, not silencing her demons. If he had asked her, she would have told him it probably a bad idea. That after an episode it was not wise. But he didnt ask and seemed in control so she did not complain. The diner he pulled into was not over crowded. It gave her a chance to be around other people without being too crowded.
Pulling her knees up to her chest after they ordered. Keeping her voice low she leaned in slightly.
"Would it be too dangerous to pick up the son at the hospital.... maybe after his shift? I think we should work with him for a little while first.... Maybe a day or two of games? The ladies cant be that hard to control but all three might be a handful if he is not taught the rules ahead of time....."

[Chuckdom19]

Dinner went quickly as we discussed this plan, sotto voce, and alternatives that we might have. Skipping dessert, we went down the street to a Dog 'n' Suds, and let the waitress bring us our banana splits so we could keep focused on the details.

This place let me slide into the past. Service at the car without speakers, servers on roller-skates, big frosted real-glass mugs of good root beer. This specific one had to be 50 years old at least, with none of the 'modernization' it would get in a bigger town. Likely open from April to October as this was snow country, the owner had told me one day all he did in winter was to do snow plowing for other businesses and apartments. What a wonderful life!

We enjoyed the ice cream and root beer and she shared her ideas about how the 'activities' might be structured... and how we could explain it to Doctor Junior to get him on our side. Mostly I agreed, though some seemed a little bit outrageous. Talking about the plans as long as we were had Rusty animated and excited; she was laughing and almost merry. And I'd noticed that every truly happy time like this made her relapses further apart.

Getting home, I made notes and kept track of our discussions, changing dates for things and spreading it to allow the differences in plans. I stored none of this on my on-line accounts, keeping it all on my external hard drive so it was never trackable.