RED SOX: Heartsick...
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Jaimy’s vision was clearing. She was trying to focus on the figure approaching her. The closer it got the more defined it became. She shook her head to get her sweat soaked hair out of her way but the only effect of the movement was to increase her dizziness.
“Easy,” the voice was soft.
Jaimy allowed herself to believe the voice was compassionate. The rationale part of her mind, which was barely capable of functioning after endless hours of abuse, awakened to rally her to get her guard up. There would be no pity for her this side of death. She would only feel mercy again in the arms of her barbarian: when her world ended.
Her hands lifted in an attempt to protect her face as high as the chain allowed. She closed the remaining distance by curling her body into a ball and burying her head behind her trembling arms. If she could have dug her way into the plush carpet under her she would have but her tether to the ringbolt at the foot of Senator Goode’s bed was too short to provide any leverage. Even the most remote fantasy of escape eluded her.
“Hush, now. Relax. Let me help you.”
The voice was definitely compassionate. It was not her Mistress’ voice but it was female and familiar nonetheless.
“I’m going to make you feel better. I promise.”
The deep, low voice vowing the impossible made Jaimy believe something which her rationale mind rejected completely. She scrubbed her eyes with her thumbs in a frantic effort to clear her vision.
“Barbarian?”
“Who?”
Jaimy looked up and her heart broke all over again. It was not her barbarian come to rescue her. Or, even the barbarian’s ghost come to guide her to the other side. Instead, it was the woman with the heavy black satchel. The doctor had arrived to repair Senator Goode’s broken toy.
“Fuck,” Jaimy hissed and hid behind her hands again.
“You need to watch you mouth,” the warning was not unkind. “I’m going to make you feel better. Your Mistress said I can even release some of your chains if you swear you’ll behave. What do you say?”
Jaimy tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. She tried to gather her fleeting thoughts to answer. Glancing at the doctor kneeling next to her on the floor of Senator Goode’s elaborate bedroom, Jaimy considered her reply carefully.
“Please, you must know how to…have something…to end this…please, kill me, please,” Jaimy managed her request with a reasonable enough voice.
The doctor grimaced and shook her head with a negative response. Jaimy was reduced to sobs. Warm hands smoothed her hair back from her face. They paused for a moment then resumed the gentle petting.
“You’ve got a fever. I’m going to give you a shot. It’s some antibiotics. You probably have an infection or two.” The doctor leaned in closer and drew Jaimy’s face up to look into her eyes, “I’m going to give you a second shot to calm you. It won’t make you sleep. It will just relax you a bit so I can do my job and get you fixed up.”
Jaimy pulled her face away. She snarled like the wounded animal she had become. The Doctor sat back on her heels prepared to fend off an attack.
“Do whatever you’re paid to do. I can’t stop you. I can’t even scratch my own ass the way she’s got me chained down.”
Jaimy’s strength was fleeting. She collapsed back into the same huddle Dr. Adams found her in only moments ago.
“I can’t even get myself killed,” the words were whispered. “Barbarian, I’ll never forgive you for saving me, for getting killed instead of me.”
Jaimy’s tears were uncheckable. Her abused frame shook with her heaving sobs. She was so immersed in her own grief and pain she missed the Doctor’s tender touches at first.
“Easy, easy, I’m going to help you. I can relieve some of you pain. Let me take care of you, Jaimy.”
Jaimy flinched at the sound of her name. “How do you know what I’m called?”
The doctor blushed a little under Jaimy’s scrutiny. “I’m a fight fan. I’ve seen you practice many times.”
“You people watch us train?” Jaimy was surprised by the revelation.
“Sure, how do you think the bookmakers know how to set the odds? And, the odds just shifted dramatically in Senator Fitzgibbon’s favor. Senator Goode is dead last since she lost her coach.” Dr. Adams explained. “Since you killed her coach.”
Jaimy thought about the information while the doctor gathered her supplies. The needle jab to the pronounced vein at her elbow brought her attention back to the doctor. A second jab returned her thoughts to her original and still unanswered question.
“So, how do you know what I’m called?”
Dr. Adams replied without making eye contact, “That brute of a woman started calling you Jaimy recently. I assumed you convinced her you liked it better than ‘little pig’ but that’s just a guess.”
Jaimy closed her eyes while the doctor inspected the new brand on her thigh. It was more elaborate than the DF above it. The flowery ‘TG’ was still meaty and raw. Even the doctor’s careful examination was painful.
“She wasn’t a brute,” Jaimy said as much to explain as to distract herself from her suffering. “She was strong and vicious because they made her fight all her life. They made her fight for her own life. It’s all she was allowed to know. But, she was my love, the love of my life.”
“I didn’t know slaves spoke of love,” the doctor sounded a little bitter, “and in such romantic terms as well. Tell me, slave, are you a poet sold off by your country men because your verses were too beautiful to bear?” Dr. Adams mocked her.
Jaimy stayed quiet realizing she offended the woman but unsure how she managed to do so. Her silence provoked the doctor to take less care with the topical antiseptics for the brand. It burned but Jaimy refused to cry out or even look at the doctor.
“Spread you legs,” the doctor instructed.
The command provoked Jaimy glared at her. She tightened her thigh muscles as if to dare the doctor to force them apart.
Dr. Adams rolled her eyes and sighed, “It’s not what you think. I need to clean the piercing. True never uses sterile technique. She barely washes her hands before dinner. So, spread ‘em unless you want your clit to rot off.”
“Let it.”
Jaimy defiantly rolled on her side away from the doctor. The resulting gasp from the woman was not expected. But, it was not enough to make Jaimy believe this woman was anything more than Senator Goode’s dutiful repair person inspecting unanticipated damage to personal property.
“She’s a sadist!” The doctor hissed.
Jaimy’s back was a mass of blood and bruises. There was not a hand span of unblemished skin from shoulder to shoulder and from neck to hips. Jaimy’s ass was down at least a layer of skin from a violent strapping. Burn marks ran up and down the length of Jaimy’s muscular legs. But, it was the large ivory ring protruding from Jaimy’s anus with the doctor touched first.
“No, don’t,” Jaimy winced with the added pressure of Adam’s grasp on the ring. “She says it stays in except for shitting and fisting. If you pull it out, you’ll just have to shove it back in. I don’t think I can endure that again today.”
The doctor ignored Jaimy. She placed a cold pack against the tortured flesh directly above the object. Cool water was liberally doused around the obscenely large sex toy.
“Okay, deep breath in and exhale,” Adams instructed.
Jaimy was too weak to do anything but obey. The enormous plug slid out much more slowly than it was shoved in. Cool water continued to cascade over her buttocks easing the exit even more. Jaimy realized she was weeping but could not contain her tears.
“It’s okay. I won’t let her do that to you again.”
“Can’t stop her, she owns me.”
The doctor continued to apply deliciously cold compresses to Jaimy’s wounded ass even as she explained, “I’ll tell her she caused a fistula and unless she want shit all over her, she’ll leave your rectum alone. Trust me, True likes to play rough but she doesn’t like fecal handling. She’s never been into toilet games.”
Jaimy shivered when the doctor applied a cool cream directly to the torn flesh inside her ass. She tried to not to whimper but she couldn’t help herself from making the pitiful noise.
“It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna give you another shot. This one will let you rest. You won’t feel another thing I’m doing. I promise.”
Jaimy felt the sharp jab near the previously pricked spot on her arm. A flood of warmth invaded her blood. She tingled from injection site outward. A thought interrupted her descent into the bliss of drug-induced sleep.
“Why?” Jaimy looked over her shoulder and tried to regroup her scattering thoughts, “Why are you helping me?”
Her eyes were drifting closed. The image of the doctor was fading in and out of focus. Seconds before her head hit the floor, she was sure she heard the reply.
“You’re too beautiful to destroy, Jaimy.”