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Jaimy’s arms ached to hold her barbarian. The closer together they were without bars between them the more wrenching her need to touch the woman grew. It took all her will power to remain passive trailing behind her mistress. They were leading Wendell and the barbarian to the showers.
“If she doesn’t perform well…,” Senator Goode began to threaten.
Jaimy blurted out, “We’re fighting for our lives, Mistress. It’s really motivation enough.”
True laughed but continued her sentence. “I was going to say, if she doesn’t perform well then I’m pulling you out of the games and permanently installing you in my playroom. Well, as permanent as anything in that room can be. It sees a lot of action. Things tend to get broken, especially people. Ah people, they break so easily.”
Jaimy’s belly flipped. She would rather lay down in front of a stampede of rioting slaves riding horses dragging nets of razor wire behind them than return to a life as her Mistress’ plaything. Death was a much more preferable option than suffering through the rest of her life as a sadist’s plaything.
Once at the door to the showers, True released Jaimy’s leash. “Lucky you gets two scrub dubs today. Don’t dawdle. Wendell, round up something half decent for the barbarian to wear. And, get some clean bandages or something to cover up that hideous hole in her head.”
“I’ll see to it at immediately, Senator.”
“I’m going back to my rooms for a well earned rest. The entire day so far has been simply exhausting,” True said and waved the soldier and slaves on to do her bidding.
Jaimy entered the showers first and waited two steps over the threshold. The barbarian entered cautiously trying to adjust her limited vision to the dim lighting. She was not given any chance to stumble. Jaimy moved to her side and hugged her close. Shouldering most of her weight, Jaimy moved the barbarian to the shower head she had most recently uses.
“The water should still be warm,” Jaimy spoke in a soothing tone.
The barbarian took a few moments to form some kind of reply. “Don’t smell so good.”
Her words were halting. She blushed with a growing frustration as she tried to convert her thoughts into speech.
“Don’t look so good.” Her talking was starting to flow and she did little to help Jaimy undress their bodies. “Don’t talk so good. Can’t think no more. Hurt. Hurt all the time. Miss you.”
Jaimy let the words flow through her. They were slow and somewhat slurred but the resonance was still rich. It sent a chill down her spine to hear her lover’s voice after so many long days believing the woman was dead. She wrapped her arms around the barbarian and held the feverish body close to her own much cooler skin.
“I missed you so very much. I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Died? Thought me died?”
Jaimy nodded.
“Me wish.”
Jaimy understood the barbarian’s rationale. Their lives were misery. Together they had found some peace to make it bearable. Alone, each minute dragged like an eternity. Dying did seem better. Until, today.
“Let me get you washed up. Then I’m gonna clean up your wound.”
The barbarian shook her head but her words would not come.
“Please, we’ve got so little time alone. I don’t want to waste it playing nurse when we could put this room to really good use.”
The barbarian seemed horrified at the idea. “No. Ugly. Can’t. No do it. No more.”
Jaimy let out a sigh and turned the water on full blast. “Hey, you were not in pristine condition the first time we fucked. Why would you think you’d look better the closer it got to First Eve?”
For the first time in a very long time, the barbarian managed to laugh. It was a small rumble followed by a cough but it was a laugh none the less.
Jaimy was diligent in her cleaning of the barbarian’s pale but filthy skin. She rinsed and lathered and washed and rinsed and lathed and washed over and over. She could tell the process was wearing on the barbarian. Turning the taller woman toward the wall, Jaimy helped her support herself by leaning against it. Jaimy moved directly behind her and pressed against her back. She let her hands lather the barbarian’s sex. A soft moan indicated to Jaimy the woman had indeed missed her touch.
“I’ll only enter you if you say so.”
“Say so,” the barbarian mumbled.
“Thought so,” Jaimy chuckled and proceeded to reacquaint her fingers with the warmth of the barbarian’s center.
Jaimy humped against the barbarian’s ass cheek while the woman rode her fingers to ecstasy. Other than short grunts, the pair was silent in their abandon. As much as they were enjoying their pleasure, neither would become careless enough to forget the danger of the world around them. Their movements slowed as their bodies calmed after the rush. They were reluctant to separate but both understood their time alone was growing shorter by the heartbeat.
“I need to clean up that eye now,” Jaimy cleared her throat before hushing her plan.
The barbarian shook her head. “No eye for to clean. All gone. Empty. It empty.”
Jaimy ignored the statements. She lowered both of them to the floor with the barbarian facing her. She tried to steel her emotions to deal with the grime image before her.
The barbarian’s face was a mask of ghastly white skin hanging over sunken cheeks. Her trembling lips were practically bloodless. The full, thick brown hair capping her head was wilted and knotted with dirt and blood. A foul stench wafted from the cruddy, torn shirt wrapped around her head like a bandage.
Jaimy’s hands lifted to remove the rag covering the wound. The barbarian cringed and whimpered. Jaimy took the barbarian’s left hand and placed it over her own right breast.
“If I hurt you tug on this. Otherwise, play with my tit while I do my work here, okay? Stop distracting me. Don’t want me to slip up ‘cause you flinch, now do you?”
The barbarian fingered the bar spiked through Jaimy’s nipple. “You hurt? Who hurt you?”
The sudden anger in the barbarian’s voice surprised Jaimy. She had not thought of her lover as territorial prior to this moment. However, there was never before a need to be possessive. Jaimy knew on a primal level she belonged to the barbarian. Regardless of the barbarian’s faithfulness or lack of faithfulness to her, Jaimy understood her body was the barbarian’s domain. Unfortunately, the masters who owned them would not agree with this assessment of their situation.
“I wasn’t hurt,” Jaimy reassured the barbarian with a lie. “She marked me that’s all. Just new brand, a few piercings…,”
“You fucked? She do you?” The barbarian’s voice deepened with her fury but her caress of Jaimy’s nipple remained feather light.
Jaimy took the barbarian’s free hand and kissed the palm. She reverently placed the captured hand between her legs. A soft sigh escaped from Jaimy’s mouth at the familiar touch.
“This, this pussy belongs to you and only you.” Jaimy cupped the barbarian’s unscarred cheek with her hand as she spoke. “It is yours to fuck or suck or discipline as you see fit. Our Mistress took what she wanted but only you can have me. Only you own this cunt.”
“Not cunt. My little pig,” the barbarian whispered.
She relaxed and settled back against the wall. Her eye drifted closed but her hands continued to stroke Jaimy’s body.
Jaimy dug into her grisly task. The bandage was tied tightly and the water raining down on them did little to aid her in loosening the material. She was just about ready to pull it off when a voice from the door stopped her.
“Here, here, not like that. Don’t tug it. If there’s a scab you’ll tear it off and start it bleeding again.”
Dr. Adam’s spoke as she hurried her steps over to the pair. She shut the shower off before kneeling next to them in the puddle slowly draining into a nearby grate. Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a pair of bent scissors and handed them to Jaimy.
Jaimy was hesitant to accept the weapon but relented when she realized it was just the three of them in the shower. The barbarian glared at the woman and then turned her attention toward Jaimy.
“Fucked you too! She too? Pig? Why?”
“Wow,” Dr. Adams chuckled, “no cognitive deficits from her injury, it would seem.”
Jaimy hissed back, “You’re not helping with comments like that!”
“Sorry,” both of her lovers spoke in unison.
Abby grinned at their unique alliance. “I’m Dr. Adams. I’m going to help Jaimy clean out your wound. If you let me help her, that is. And yes, you are correct, Jaimy and I have made love...,”
“Fucked!” The barbarian corrected. “You fucked my. Pig’s my. Got it? Got me?”
Dr. Adams edged back slightly from the incensed woman. Jaimy moved closer to the barbarian. She reached between them and guided three of the barbarian’s fingers into her sex.
“This is yours. Nothing else matters. If you need to prove it to her then take what belongs to you right now in front of her. I won’t stop you. I’ve got no right to stop you. This little pig is your bitch.” Jaimy made the promise before kissing the barbarian.
A low hum followed as the barbarian experienced Jaimy’s pierced tongue for the first time. She swallowed hard once the kiss ended. It took her several moments to retrieve the words she needed.
“Good. So good. Better. Like that.”
Jaimy smiled and settled in closer to her lover. When the barbarian tried to remove her hand from Jaimy’s sex, Jaimy placed her hand over it and pushed it back in snug.
“This is better too,” Jaimy reassured.
“Okay, if we finished with the drama then could you cut the rag off her head? I need to see what we are dealing with underneath the wrappings,” Adams directed quietly.
Jaimy complied. Dirt and blood clots and material fell off. Jaimy began to breathe through her mouth when the smell worsened with the loosening of the covering. Once the bandages dropped away entirely, Jaimy had to swallow hard to force back a gag.
The wound was horrendous. It was a gaping opening where a beautiful eye had been. The tissue was blackened from burning. Jaimy figured the Captain did what he could to cauterize the damage and stop the barbarian from bleeding to death. Livid red tissue surrounded the burned skin and puss pulsated beneath a heavy crust waiting to erupt with the slightest bit of pressure.
“Ah, better than I hoped it would look. Whoever patched you up should have gone to medical school. If he could do this well with no tools then I bet he might have even managed to save the eye with the proper equipment,” Adams leaned in close, mindless of the odor, to inspect the injury.
Jaimy stared at the woman with a dropped jaw. Her heart nearly broke as she realized the doctor’s bravado was to comfort her more than to give a medical opinion. That realization never hit the barbarian. She was encouraged by the assessment.
“No chance save eye. Skewered. Dead center. Pupil. Direct hit,” the barbarian explained with the enthusiasm of a warrior.
The doctor showed genuine interest. “Seriously? He must have got lucky. The coach wasn’t that good a shot.”
The barbarian grinned and shook her head no and cocked her thumb at herself. “Stepped into it. Aimed me.”
“Stop it! No. You tried to take it in the eye? A direct hit? Give me a break. No way,” Adams chuckled as she grabbed supplies from her bag.
“Did. I did. Thought dead. Die fast. Like that,” the barbarian clarified her intent by snapping her fingers.
Adams thought about it before bending into her work, “It probably should have killed you instantly, you’re right. The tip must have hit the orbital bone and broke off before it could enter your brain.”
“Naw,” the barbarian corrected her, “tip dull. Too dull. Stupid coach. Tips sharp. Sharp tips kill only.”
“Enough!”
Jaimy’s shout interrupted their pleasant banter. Her stomach was turning from the smell of infection and her heart was racing with fear from how close the barbarian came to death and her mind whirled with gratitude for Abby’s kindness. Jaimy understood then the depths of Abby’s love for her. She had no way to repay the woman. Jaimy loved the barbarian and only the barbarian.
“You’re right.” Abby nodded in understanding, “We have to stop jabbering and get to work. Jaimy, you’re a bit of a slave driver.”
“More than bit,” the barbarian agreed.
Jaimy frowned in disapproval of the comments. Both women were silenced by her expression. The barbarian returned her hand to Jaimy’s breast and the doctor set to the messy job before her.
The work was tedious and back breaking. Dr. Adams debrided the wound and flushed it multiple times. When she was satisfied the exposed tissue was healthy, she instructed Jaimy to help the barbarian cut and wash her hair. The doctor directed the hair to shorn close enough to the barbarian’s head so no strands hung around or over the wound.
“Bald,” the barbarian complained once she caught site of herself in the puddle of water at her feet.
Jaimy chuckled as she shut the shower’s spray off. “Relax; it just makes you look scarier.”
“If the scarier lady would take a seat so I can show Jaimy how to patch up the wound then we might get finished up in here today,” Dr. Adams’ tone was more patient than her words.
Jaimy led the barbarian to a bench near the doctor’s bag. She stayed on her feet behind the seated woman. The barbarian’s hand reached up and took hold of her fingers and kissed them.
“Love you,” the barbarian muttered.
Jaimy leaned forward and nuzzled the barbarian’s neck. She placed a quick series of kisses along the warm skin just above the woman’s collar. Their lives were most likely reduced to days or maybe even hours, they would not lose out on any more time comforting each other.
“Okay,” Adams began with a handful of gauze. “You need to pack the wound tight. Press the gauze in deep even if it hurts her. You need to keep the hole stuffed.”
Jaimy watched as the doctor worked. The barbarian held perfectly still and did not even groan. The process looked painful. Jaimy was sure at the very least it was uncomfortable but the barbarian did not betray and weakness.
“She’s in full bad ass mode,” Jaimy thought to herself.
“This bandage goes on last. It’s water proof and has a super adhesive along the edges. Once it touches a surface it’s stuck there. It takes a special gel to counteract the adhesive. We’ll need to use it to remove the bandage. Fortunately, the bandage only gets changed once a week.” Adams grinned, “Barbarian, I need you to keep perfectly still. Jaimy and I have one shot at getting this thing on straight and tight. Okay?”
The barbarian remained fixed but gave a thumbs up to indicate she was prepared.
“Jaimy, take the edge like this. We are aiming to get the wound centered under the patch. Understand?”
Jaimy nodded but did not trust herself to speak. She wanted to get this finished as quickly as possible. They had already taken more than two hours treating the barbarian. Their mistress could grow impatient and have them hauled out before Adams finished her work leaving the barbarian vulnerable again.
“Alright, on three. One, two, three.”
The bandage went on smoothly. As the doctor had explained, it sealed firmly to the skin. There would be no slipping or loosening when the barbarian was forced to fight. The barbarian smiled broadly at the completion of her care. She gave a brief nod to Dr. Adams before standing and wrapping her arms around Jaimy. The pair clung to each other in both relief the wound was treated well and exhaustion from the effort.
“I’m going to let Wendell know you two can be returned to the cells,” Abby said as she snapped her bag closed. “So hurry up and pull some clothes on.”
The barbarian whirled on the doctor and stepped very close to her, “Cages. Animal cages.”
Abby looked down as she acknowledged the truth of the words. “Yes, they are very much like animal cages.”
“Not nice,” the barbarian stated.
“No, I don’t suppose they are,” Abby agreed.
The barbarian hooked her thumb over her shoulder toward Jaimy a few steps behind her. “Hurt her.”
The doctor shuffled backwards at the accusation. “No, no, I don’t think I did. I wasn’t trying to, I mean, it was not about hurting her.”
“Don’t.” The barbarian stated flatly.
“Hey,” Jaimy moved between the pair to end the conversation but the barbarian hushed her.
“I don’t want to hurt Jaimy. You may find this hard to believe but I do love her. Not desire or crave or need; I love her,” Abby confessed.
Jaimy was startled when the barbarian took her by the arm and pushed her toward Abby. “Take her. Save her.”
“Wait a minute,” Jaimy manage to only get those words out before the barbarian clamped a strong hand over her mouth.
“Sorry.” The barbarian whispered the word in Jaimy’s ear but did not release her. “Doc save you. Save her Doc. Do it.”
The heartbroken tone in the barbarian’s voice caused the doctor to look away to gather her emotions. She spoke with a crack in own voice. “I would if I could but…,”
“No but. Do.” The barbarian was getting angry.
Abby bit her lip and decided to level with the barbarian. “She won’t be safe with me. She’ll grow to hate me. She said so herself. She’ll force me to beat her or sell her or have her executed. You know how stubborn she is.”
The barbarian nodded in agreement.
“Jaimy only wants you. If you aren’t with her then she only wants to die. I can’t save her, barbarian. Only you can save Jaimy. The only way to do that is to let her stay at your side whatever comes your way. She wants to be with you, barbarian. That’s the only kind of saving she wants. I love her enough to let her go. Do you love her enough to let her stay?”
The barbarian gave a hesitant nod.
Dr. Adams responded with a gentle but sad smile before she picked up her bag. Then she turned her back on the women and walked out of their lives. Jaimy knew she’d never see Abby again. Jaimy was grateful the barbarian kept her muzzled her during their final encounter. It was not out of fear of what she might say but of the certainty that Jaimy had nothing left to say to Abby.
“You, me, die.” The barbarian stated and released her hold of Jaimy’s mouth.
“Together,” Jaimy clarified.
“Good.”
The barbarian sighed and hugged Jaimy. Jaimy easily settled into the embrace. They were both relieved their future would be violent but short. They had tried but there was nothing they could do to change their fate. Being condemned provided a level of peace neither had experienced before and they were grateful for it.
“I love you, barbarian,” Jaimy whispered.
The barbarian chuckled, “I know.”