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An Angel For Bishop: Part 1
An Angel For Bishop: Part 1
When two damaged souls collide can they find salvation.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
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Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
Chapter 1
The early
winter storm raged and thrashed across the mountain range. It seemed especially
angry with the narrow mountainside road Dan was cautiously driving his jeep on.
The fierce winds fought to push the jeep across the icy road into the deep
ravine below. If it wasn't for the heavy tire chains he'd installed at the base
of the mountain he'd already be tumbling down that cliff.
He hadn't
intended on being away from his cabin at all before the winter storms arrived.
He'd discovered that some of his med kit supplies had expired and needed
replacing before he was snowed in for the season. It was definitely a bad idea
to skimp on medical supplies when you had no access to a hospital, or doctors,
for up to four months. And since he was in town anyway he'd decided to stock up
on extra food as, you know, no grocery stores in his neighborhood. With the
sudden arrival of what was turning out to be a monster storm he was in danger
of not making it back to his neighborhood at all.
He knew
the road behind him was empty of cars as he'd been the last one through before
the highway patrol closed the gates to the mountain road. By now the road
behind would be completely impassable so there was no going back. Not that he
intended to. Not when he was almost at his turn off. From the curving mountain
road he'd be turning uphill, driving up a rough fire road for two miles then
into an even more rugged trail for another mile through the forest to his
house. If the storm picked up any more even his customized jeep with its extra
clearance wouldn't make it beyond the highway and he'd have to snowshoe in the
remaining distance. That was not something he was looking forward to.
Dan's
jeep ground its way along the snowy road getting closer and closer to the fire
road. A short time later he rounded the last bend and spotted the road marker
indicating his turn was just ahead. On his right side was a thin strip of trees
and beyond that nothing but sky. It was a scary section of road with minimal
guard rails. It paid to take extra care here.
He almost
missed spotting the body in the tree as he drove past. Dan's subconscious mind
latched onto the image and his foot was pressing carefully on the brake before
his conscious mind knew why. Once he stopped he looked back over his shoulder
to confirm what he'd seen. It wasn't just an odd shadow or a clump of branches.
He could clearly see a body leaning into the branches of one of the trees
dangling over the edge of the cliff. He put the jeep in park with the engine
still running, set the hazards on, and cranked the heat up to full. He pulled
his hood up and gloves on before he stepped out of the warm cabin of his jeep
into the wailing storm.
He made
his way to the back of the jeep and looked again at where the body was in the
tree. He'd have to climb up to get it and that was going to be risky. He pulled
his climbing rope out of the back hatch of the jeep and stepped into the
harness. Once secured, he tied the end of the rope to the trailer hitch and
quickly made his way over to the side of the road. He could see the short
section of guard rail had been slammed into, bent over, and broken off. It
rested precariously on the edge. There was very little evidence of skid marks
as the snow was blowing very hard by this point. He cautiously stepped forward
and looked over the edge. Not too far below, maybe 50 feet, he saw the remains
of one of those trike motorcycles. What kind of moron would be driving a
motorcycle this late in the season? Just to the left of the wrecked bike and
sprawled across a broken spruce tree stretching out over the abyss was the
moron. Dan could see his legs were bent at an unnatural angle. Hell, his torso
was bent wrong as well. Most likely his back was broken. The blizzard was
making it very difficult to see the man clearly but he thought he could make
out some kind of emblem on the ripped leather jacket. It could be a Blood
Brothers jacket but he wasn't sure. Christ, he hoped not. If he was from that
gang he was a LONG way from home.
Dan
called out to see if the man was still alive but either the storm was whipping
the sound of his voice away or the man was dead. He looked up at the body in
the tree and realized the helmet had moved to look in his direction so this one
was definitely still alive. From here he couldn't tell if it was a slim man or
a woman. The baggy leathers made it impossible to tell accurately. He took a
few more steps towards the tree and saw its roots were deeply entangled with
the rough cliff side. He judged it to be sturdy enough to support his weight if
he climbed up. Just as he prepared to step off onto the tree he heard the
unmistakable sound of a gunshot followed by a feminine cry. He looked up and saw
the right sleeve of the leather jacket was torn and there was blood dripping
from it. Dan looked down and saw the man below was holding a gun and was
struggling to hold it steady. When he saw it swing towards him he flung himself
back from the edge. A second shot rang out digging through the ground where
he'd just stood.
"What
the fuck are you doing?!?" Dan yelled over the edge. "I'm here to
rescue you!"
"The
bitch is mine! She dies with ME!" he heard the man reply. Another shot was
fired but this one hit a branch to the woman's left. The man was deranged! Dan
wouldn't be able to get to her before the maniac below hit something vital. And
if Dan tried to climb out there he would likely be the target of the next
bullet. He'd taken enough bullets in his life. He had to stop him. Quick!
He
frantically looked around for a weapon, something he could use to stop the
idiot with the gun. Another shot rang out and the woman's helmet snapped to the
side as the bullet grazed it. The only thing Dan saw was the broken section of
guard rail. He reached down and with a huge effort lifted it above his head. It
was damn heavy as chunks of two posts were still attached. Dan shuffled to the
cliff's edge just above where the man was. He heaved the metal beam and lumber
over the edge and watched as it fell.
The man
squealed in terror as the plummeting chunk of steel and lumber rushed down to
crash into his broken body. It tore him and most of the spruce tree from the
cliff face and they all fell hundreds of feet onto the rocks below. The crushed
trike, which had been braced by the tree, slowly slid off the small ledge and
tumbled after its owner.
Dan
quickly stepped out onto the tree and climbed up to the woman. He called out
but she was limp and leaning into the tree. He saw that one of the branches had
pierced her shoulder, pinning her in place. It probably saved her from falling
to her death. The branch hadn't gone all the way through. He strapped her to
his harness then he gently pulled her loose from the branch. Luck was on her
side again. There was very little blood so nothing major had been hit by the
branch.
She was
unexpectedly light. Dan got a good grip then descended the tree with her and
pulled her backwards onto the road. Once safely away from the cliff he untied
her and removed his harness. He scooped her up and carried her to the passenger
side of the jeep. Once the door was open he slid her limp body onto the seat
and pushed the seat back into its reclined position. Closing the door he raced
around the back of the jeep, dropped the rope and harness through the hatch and
got back into the driver's side. His face stung from the interior heat but
after a few seconds it started to feel really good.
Dan reached
into the back seat and grabbed one of the new packages of bandage wrap. He used
his belt knife to open the package and cut a section off. He did a quick field
dressing on both her arm and the puncture wound on her shoulder. He reached
under her helmet and pressed his fingers to her neck. Her pulse was a little
weak but it seemed steady. Her skin was so cold! Looking at the bandages he
realized it was all he could do for now. He really had to get her back to his
house if he was going to save her from freezing to death.
Slipping
back into gear Dan rolled the jeep forward out of the snow pile that had
accumulated around the vehicle. Soon he was moving steadily forward and he
could see the fire road just ahead. The trees sheltered it better than the open
highway but there was still a fair amount of snow to drive through. Dan turned
into the road and maintained a steady pace as the road climbed ever upwards.
The jeep was really struggling in the drifts as he rolled over the final crest
before the forest trail. He quickly glanced at his passenger then swung the
jeep into the trail and surged forward. The going was especially tough here but
the chains continued to grip and dig into the hard ground beneath the snow.
Occasionally he had to fight the wheel as the jeep slipped sideways,
threatening to pin itself between the trees. Somehow he kept the momentum going
until the jeep suddenly left the forest and he faced his garage door fifty feet
ahead. Dan pushed the button on the remote strapped to his visor and saw the
garage door begin to climb. He rolled the jeep forward slowly until it settled
on the pad inside the garage. He pressed the remote button again and the door
closed behind the jeep.
He rushed
over to the inside door and propped it open. He went back to the passenger
side, opened the door and carefully lifted the woman's body out of the jeep,
keeping her helmeted head against his shoulder. He couldn't get over how light
she was. She had to be at least as tall as him but she felt like nothing in his
arms. As quickly and carefully as he could he carried her into the house and
into the first guest bedroom. He set her on the bed and began to remove her
damp clothing. The boots were first then her damp socks. The skin on her toes
was the lightest shade of pink so it didn't look like she had frostbite there.
The leather chaps came off fairly easily but her jeans were very damp. He
unbuttoned them and slipped the zipper down. They weren't very tight but that
was mostly due to how much weight she seemed to have lost. The skin on her legs
almost seemed loose. She wasn't wearing panties and it looked like she kept
herself completely shaved down below. A flash of gold drew his eyes to a single
ring piercing her clitoral hood. He looked away, embarrassed. He dried off her
legs with a thick towel he grabbed from the room's bathroom.
He
removed the chin strap and slid the helmet slowly and carefully upwards until
he could toss it aside. Long but dull and matted platinum blond hair poured out
of the helmet. It felt a bit like dry straw. He pushed it away from her face
and sucked in a breath. She was exquisite! Almond shaped eyes (bruised looking
and still closed), fine brows, high cheekbones, slender nose, and full, lush
lips which currently looked dry and chapped. She was a true beauty, or would be
if she could add on some healthy weight. Her cheeks were a little sunken. While
he wanted to take a closer look at his patient he still had to remove her damp
jacket and shirt. Both came off relatively easily and again Dan could see the
woman was badly underfed. She wore no bra underneath her shirt and considering
her obvious and rather large breast implants he was more than a little
surprised by this. Those breasts had to be uncomfortable without some support.
He saw more piercings, both of her nipples had small gold bars with loops. Dan
dried her torso and arms with the towel then wrapped her in a thick, soft
electric blanket from the room's closet and set it to a medium-high setting. He
ran back to the jeep and grabbed the medical supplies he'd bought. He closed
the garage door and went back to the woman. Opening the blanket to get access
to her wounds he cleaned them and replaced her bandages. Aside from the grazed
arm and the puncture on her shoulder there weren't any other fresh injuries he
could see. Healed or healing ones though, she had plenty of scars to prove
she'd born quite a lot of pain in her life. Some looked like burn marks, like
someone had used her arm as an ashtray.
He'd done
what he could for now. He closed up the blanket and pulled the bed's quilt over
her as well. Her pulse had steadied and seemed strong to him. He'd just have to
wait for her to wake up so he could question her about where she might be
feeling pain. He felt totally inadequate for the task of being her doctor but
he was all she had as the storm continued to rage outside and showed no signs
of lessening.
He went
back to the jeep and unloaded the food. He put most of it into the huge pantry
in the kitchen but the meat went into the deep freezer in the garage.
Back in
the small bathroom of the guest bedroom he poured a glass of water and put it
on the end table next to the bed. It was likely she'd be thirsty when she woke
up.
A quick
look at the clock on the wall showed him it was past dinner time but he was
more tired than hungry. The window in the room showed the sun must have set as
all he could see was the snow that blew against the glass and blackness beyond.
He sat in the room's only chair to keep vigil over his patient but shortly
exhaustion pulled him down into its embrace and he was gone.
Chapter 2
Bullets
whizzed by his head, one taking a nip of his ear as it passed. Still he ran on.
He had to get back to the house.
He could hear
the steady beat of the approaching copter's blades as he ran from cover to
cover, popping up to fire a round through the head of the next unlucky bastard
to get between him and the house. He felt the sting of a bullet passing through
his calf but he put that sensation aside and continued on. He slammed into the
front door of the house only this time it was locked and he had no way in.
Dan
gasped awake, the nightmare still raw in his mind. He could feel the familiar
ache in his right calf. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. His
forehead was dripping wet. He shuddered as the reaction left his body. It was
obvious to him what had triggered him this time. He hadn't been shot at in
years but you never forget.
Pulling
his hands down he noticed the room around him. He glanced at the clock and was
startled to see that he'd slept through the night. It was almost 7am.
Then he
felt eyes on him.
Right!
The woman!
He looked
over at her and saw she was awake and staring in his direction from behind her
bangs, her gaze dull. The bed's quilt had been thrown back but she was still
cocooned within the electric blanket. She had it wrapped around her head and
all the way down and over her feet. Only her face showed.
He
stepped to the side of the bed and knelt down so he wasn't towering over her.
Her eyes remained downcast, pointing somewhere in the general vicinity of his
chest. He tried to get her to look into his eyes but she seemed to be avoiding
this. He didn't quite know what to make of this behavior.
"Hi,
my name's Dan. Dan Bishop. You were in an accident out there on the mountain
road. I found you and brought you to my home because the road back to town was
closed by snow." He saw no response. "Can you hear me?" She
nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Can
you tell me your name?" Nothing.
"I
need you to wiggle your toes." He saw a slight motion at the bottom of the
blanket.
"Good!
How about your fingers?" The sides of the blanket moved a little as she
moved her fingers.
"That's
excellent! Can you tell me where you might be feeling pain?" Nothing.
Dan was
feeling desperately out of his element. She could obviously understand what he
was saying but she couldn't or wouldn't talk. Maybe she was frightened or
embarrassed. I mean, she was in a strange place and a stranger had obviously
removed her clothes. God! He was suddenly so embarrassed himself! While he knew
it had been necessary he was still a little ashamed for having undressed her
when she was unconscious.
"Look,
I'm terribly sorry for removing your clothes but they were wet and you were
freezing to death. I'll get you something warm to wear." Dan suddenly
realized there probably wasn't any woman's clothing in his house. He walked
over to the dresser and checked in a few of the drawers. Nothing. "Uh, I
might have something in the other rooms. I'll be right back." He rushed
through the other guest rooms and again found nothing except a skimpy white
bikini bathing suit. Last summer his buddy Wally visited with his latest
girlfriend and she must have left it behind. She'd been petite and her tits had
been much smaller than this woman's but he thought the swimsuit might be a good
substitute for underwear at least. He went into his room and gathered up a
flannel shirt, a thick sweater, some fleece sweat pants which had a drawstring,
and a pair of warm socks.
When Dan
returned to the woman she hadn't moved but her eyes tracked him when he
entered. "I have some clothes for you. Sorry, I don't have any woman's
clothing but you can wear this stuff to keep warm until I've washed and dried
the clothes you were wearing. I found a bathing suit you can use as underwear,
if you want." She said nothing but continued to keep him in her view.
He knelt
once more beside the bed. "Can you tell me your name?" he asked
gently but still got no response from the woman. "I'd feel more
comfortable using a name than just saying 'Hey You'." He caught the flick
of her eyes up to his face then to the doorway then back down to his chest. Was
she expecting the man she was riding with to show up? Considering the scars
he'd seen on her, it might explain some of her current behavior. If the asshole
with the gun had been one of the Blood Brothers he'd probably treated her
poorly. She seemed too frightened to talk. He rubbed his face and decided there
wasn't going to be a better time to tell her. He wondered how much she recalled
of her 'rescue'. That might be a good place to start.
"Do
you remember the accident?" he asked. She shook her head with a tiny
motion.
"When
I found you, you were stuck in a tree on the side of the road. Your...
traveling companion had fallen about 50 feet below and was very badly
injured." Dan saw her eyes flick up to his face occasionally as he spoke.
"I thought he was dead so I tried to get you out of the tree. But he wasn't
dead. He started shooting at us. Do you have any idea why he would do
that?" he asked gently. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes and she
shook her head briefly. God, he wasn't ready to deal with tears. He rushed
ahead. "I didn't have a choice. He kept shooting at you and managed to hit
you twice. I couldn't reach him to stop him so I- I dropped a section of the
guard rail on him and he fell the rest of the way to the bottom of the ravine.
He didn't survive the fall. I'm so sorry! Was he your husband? A boyfriend?"
Her eyes
closed and the tears were forced out. A single tear rolled down each cheek. But
strangely she seemed to relax a little. He heard her breathe out in a long
sigh. Dan hadn't realized she was holding her breath.
Then she
spoke for the first time. It was almost a whispered croak. "Master."
What
she'd said didn't register with Dan. It had also been so quiet. "I'm
sorry, what?"
"Master,"
she said again.
Dan sat
back on his heels. This was way outside his area of experience. He shook his
head and went back to his original question now that he got her talking.
"OK, let's put that aside for now. I'd really like to know your
name." Her eyes dropped back to his chest. His frustration surged and
engaged his mouth before his brain regained control. "What did your Master
call you?" As soon as the words left his lips he wished he could take them
back. What a colossal asshole he was! This was exactly why he avoided being
around people.
"Whore...
slut... bitch... cunt... cum-dump... fuck-hole," she immediately
whispered, as if she wasn't at all disturbed by his cruel question.
Dan
was shocked. Then he considered the evidence of the physical abuse. Why hadn't
he expected there to be mental abuse to go with it? She seemed to be having
trouble with her throat. He caught her glance to the glass of water. God he was
so stupid! She was parched and the glass of water was right there beside her.
Full. She hadn't taken a drop though he could hear that her throat was raw. He
took the glass and lifted it to her lips as he helped her sit up slightly. She
sipped at first but when he didn't take it away she began to gulp at the water
desperately.
"Whoa,
easy now. Drink slower or you'll make yourself sick," he said. She
immediately stopped and dropped her eyes again.
"I
didn't say you should stop drinking. If you want more, please drink. Just take
smaller sips. Let your stomach adjust," he said, using as calm a voice as
he could.
She
glanced up again then she began to sip at the water. When it was almost gone
she pulled back slightly so he put the glass back on the end table and allowed
her to settle back on the bed. He was realizing that she wasn't going to
collapse in grief with the loss of her "master" and that was a
tremendous relief for Dan. She still seemed to be a little nervous but was no
longer looking to the doorway every few seconds. So, he was probably right when
he'd guessed she was expecting the man to arrive. That was one BIG concern out
of the way, for both of them it seemed.
"Look,
I'm not going to use those names on you so I'd prefer your real one." Her
eyes flicked up to his face once. "Do you remember your name?" he
asked. She paused then shook her head.
How
could you not recall your own name? What the hell had been done to her? Well,
he couldn't just give her a name. Assigning her a name like Mary, Joan, or
Brenda just felt wrong. But a nickname might be okay. It was a friendly gesture
as long as the name didn't offend. He thought about what his Mom would have
said if she had been alive to meet this young woman. First thing she'd do is
feed the poor dear as she was so 'willowy'. His mom loved those old genteel
expressions. He smiled at the memory of his mother. He looked at the woman and
decided that 'Willow' really did suit her. Gracefully slender and lithe. At
least it did now with her underfed body. He'd have to be careful how he
approached this. He didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"Would
you mind if I called you 'Willow' until you recall your real name?" he
asked gently.
She
looked into his eyes with surprise. Even her mouth made a cute little o shape.
When she realized she was keeping eye contact she quickly looked down but he
could see a smile forming on her lips which she tried to hide. She gave him a
little nod in agreement.
It
was time for him to follow his mother's 'advice' and get some food into her to
begin her restoration. "OK 'Willow', I'm going to go make us some
breakfast. Considering you look like you haven't eaten in a while I'm going to
have you start with some warm porridge and we will see how your stomach handles
that. If you are fine by lunch I will start slowly increasing your portions
from that meal onwards. Is that okay with you?" She gave him another small
nod though she kept her eyes down. He was getting a little exasperated by that
but he wouldn't push her.
"I'll
just step out to the kitchen to prepare the food. You should get dressed and
come meet me there when you are ready, okay? It's just down the hall to the
left."
He
went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for them both. Porridge for her and
eggs for him. The simple act of cooking settled his nerves. Dealing with people
was still very difficult for him. He always felt so uncomfortable around people
and always said the wrong things. As he worked on preparing the meals he
realized that it actually felt good taking care of someone other than himself.
He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it with his self-imposed isolation.
He
hadn't heard her enter the kitchen so he jolted a little when he turned back
from the fridge to find her standing topless at the end of the counter. She was
wearing his socks and track pants but was holding the shirt and bikini top in
her hands. He was so surprised he dropped an egg from his nerveless fingers.
His eyes locked on her chest until the egg cracked on the floor at his feet. He
glanced down and said "Shit!"
Willow's
expression froze and she dropped down before him and knelt with her forehead
pressed to the floor. Her hair fell over the broken egg and soaked it in. He
could see she was trembling. Grabbing some paper towels he knelt down and
gently took her shoulders in his hands. She flinched deeply at his touch at
first but he helped her sit back on her heels then he used the paper towels to
sop up the raw egg in her hair. She'd need to wash it but first he wanted her
to eat something so she wouldn't pass out in the shower. She kept her eyes down
looking at the floor. He did his best to keep his eyes off her chest.
"Willow,
you didn't do anything wrong. Even if you had I wouldn't expect you to kneel at
my feet. okay? I don't know what that guy did to you but you aren't going to be
treated poorly here."
Her
trembling slowed to a stop as the beating she was expecting didn't happen. She
cautiously glanced at his face and saw he had an uncomfortable smile. She was
obviously confused and looked back down again.
"Can
I ask you why you are topless?" he asked gently.
Willow
held out the bikini top. She held it against her chest but he could see she didn't
know how to tie the straps. He'd never tied one of these before either but she
didn't even seem willing to try. He helped them both stand. Steeling himself to
consider this as just another engineering puzzle he could help her without
being embarrassed by the personal nature of the task.
Standing
this close to her he realized that she was actually a couple of inches taller
than his 5' 8". He actually had to look up a little to look in her eyes.
It was then, when he was just inches from her face that he noticed her eyes.
They were the most amazing shade of green with gold flecks. Finding himself
getting lost in her eyes he pulled himself back to the task at hand.
He
took the bikini top from her and tied the top straps together and slipped the
loop over her head. Then he got behind her and pulled the bottom strings under
her arms and tied it in a bow on her back. He came back around to her front to
see if he'd tied it correctly. Her large breasts were straining at the fabric
and spilling out of the bottoms. He realized he should have tied the lower
string first to provide support under her heavy breasts then tie the top strap
to lift the flesh up into a comfortable position. She stood quietly with no
expression on her face while he redid the ties. Soon she was looking
spectacular in the silky bikini top though it was a little small and struggled
to support her bounty. The small gold rings in her nipples could easily be seen
pushing against the fabric.
Willow
shyly looked into his eyes and he was surprised to see a little desperate need
there. Like she was looking for acceptance or praise. He was a little
uncomfortable but words sprung to his lips automatically. "You look truly
lovely!" And she did, aside from looking like she was starving. She certainly
had the frame and foundation for true beauty. If she hadn't been so neglected
she would be gorgeous.
Her
expression underwent a strange transformation at his words. She looked shocked
at first, like she'd never heard someone mention her beauty before. Then her
eyes welled up with tears and she bit her lower lip. She lowered her eyes again
but the smile stayed on her lips. Dan took his fleece shirt from her hand and
held it out for her to place her arms into the sleeves. He turned her around
once the shirt was over her shoulders so he could button up the front. He
really needed to hide her amazing tits as his erection was threatening to split
his jeans. Having his hands so close to them was not helping.
He
grabbed some more paper towel and wiped up the remains of the dropped egg. Then
he turned back to their breakfast and allowed the homey activity take his
thoughts away from Willow's beauty and the tightness developing in his pants.
When
he was finished he noted that she was still standing exactly where he'd left
her. Dan raised an eyebrow and pointed to the chair at the small table by the
window. She went to the chair and sat. He placed the full bowl and spoon before
her and went back to get his own meal. When he returned he could see her eyes
were fixed on the bowl but she hadn't moved. The scent of its rich flavor was
gently rising in the steam towards her face and Dan saw a line of drool had
tracked from the corner of her mouth to drop to her lap from her chin.
"Willow?
Willow!" Dan said, trying to get her attention.
She
jumped slightly then flinched, expecting a slap.
"It's
okay, you can eat. I made sure it's not too hot. It's safe," he said
gently.
She
lifted the spoon awkwardly then scooped a good amount into her mouth. She froze
when the porridge hit her tongue. Her eyes closed in bliss as she rolled the
warm porridge across her tongue then swallowed it. She glanced at Dan from
under her bangs then quickly took another scoop, then another. Accelerating.
Dan reached out and gently took her hand. She froze and looked down, trembling.
"Willow,
it's okay. Just eat slower or you might make yourself sick. We have all the
time in the world. Enjoy your meal." He released her hand after making
sure she'd keep the spoon in it.
She
glanced at him then slowly scooped out another spoonful and slowly put it in
her mouth, all the while keeping an eye on him for his approval. Dan felt
ridiculous. She was a grown woman and she was asking him to show her how to
eat? Before his buzzing nerves provoked him into saying something stupid again
he took a deep breath and began to eat his own breakfast. Out of the corner of
his eye he saw that she was matching his pace exactly. He'd lift his food to
his mouth and she'd lift her spoon to her mouth. He sighed and wondered again
what had happened to her to make her this way. She almost seemed desperate for
his approval. Didn't she realize she was free of that moron? After breakfast
they would need to have a little talk. Hmm... maybe after she showered. She was
a little ripe, probably a by-product of her malnutrition. And he had to wash
and mend her clothes.
Soon
he could hear the scrape of her spoon on the bowl as she went after the last
morsels of her breakfast. He had probably given her a little too much but it was
fairly easy on the stomach, very nutritious, and the extra helping of honey
he'd added would start her on track to get some flesh back onto those bones. He
poured her some sweet herbal tea to help warm her up and she sipped at this
while he finished his own meal. He caught her eyeing a piece of bacon on the
edge of his plate and she instinctively pinched her eyes shut and winced when
she realized he'd seen her looking. Dan felt so helpless at seeing her fear,
then it made him angry at the son-of-a-bitch who did this to her but he knew
his anger would frighten her more, so he just let out a slow breath and tried
to center himself.
He
picked up the bacon and held it out to her just before her lips. Willow's nose
twitched as she smelled the bacon. Her eyes opened a little and she saw he was
feeding her the piece. Something needful flared in her eyes again, making Dan
uneasy, and she gently leaned forward to take the bacon into her mouth. As she
closed her lips they softly kissed his fingertips. She shyly looked into his
eyes again and this time he instinctively knew she was asking for something
from him he was not prepared to give.
Dan
gave her a quick smile then gathered up the dishes and brought them over to the
kitchen sink. He kept his back to her and willed his cock to relax. When her
soft lips touched his fingers it felt like lightning running straight up his
arm, down his spine, and straight to his groin. When he'd got his breath back
he glanced over at her and saw she was still munching on the piece of bacon,
getting as much enjoyment from it as she could. She glanced at him with a
worried look then swallowed it. She still seemed anxious and a little lost,
like she had somehow done something wrong and was looking for someone to give
her the answer. Dan wished someone would give him some answers. First though,
she needed a shower and he needed to fix her clothing situation.
He
knew that the shower in the master bathroom was where the soaps and shampoos
were (he lived here alone after all). So she had better use his bathroom to
clean up.
He
walked back to her and she glanced at his face briefly, trying to read his
expression.
"I
think it would be good and you'll feel much better if you took a shower. You
can use the one in my room. I'll get you some fresh clothes and a towel for
you. okay?"
Willow
just nodded and stood up to follow him. He walked into the master bath and
pulled a plush towel and a loofa sponge from the small linen closet. When he
turned back to Willow she was completely naked and looking curiously into the
big shower stall. The girl was not in the least bit self-conscious about being
naked in front of him.
Dan
didn't scold her for being naked as he knew she would just be frightened so he
kept his eyes on the shower stall as he pointed out the features and how to
operate it. Once she seemed to understand the controls he continued. "Uh,
um, the hot water is fed from an underground hot spring into an insulated
storage tank and our cold water comes from a tank fed by a nearby stream so you
won't run out of either. There are biodegradable soaps and shampoos on the rack
there. Here's a new loofa scrub brush you can use as well. I'll leave you clean
clothes on the counter just inside the door. I'll get these washed immediately
after your shower," he said as he bent down and picked up the clothes
she'd stepped out of. Dumping the dirty clothes inside and pulling the laundry
bag from the hamper he turned to leave and felt a gentle tug at his sleeve. He
looked back and she was standing very close, trembling slightly, looking down
but stealing quick glances at his eyes. He could see that desperate need was
back in her eyes.
"Willow,
please take your shower. You'll be fine now. We'll talk once you are done and
dressed again, okay?" he said, his voice trembling slightly. God she was
so beautiful but so damaged! He could really mess her up if he wasn't careful.
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An Angel For Bishop: Part 1
When two damaged souls collide can they find salvation.
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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
Chapter 1
The early
winter storm raged and thrashed across the mountain range. It seemed especially
angry with the narrow mountainside road Dan was cautiously driving his jeep on.
The fierce winds fought to push the jeep across the icy road into the deep
ravine below. If it wasn't for the heavy tire chains he'd installed at the base
of the mountain he'd already be tumbling down that cliff.
He hadn't
intended on being away from his cabin at all before the winter storms arrived.
He'd discovered that some of his med kit supplies had expired and needed
replacing before he was snowed in for the season. It was definitely a bad idea
to skimp on medical supplies when you had no access to a hospital, or doctors,
for up to four months. And since he was in town anyway he'd decided to stock up
on extra food as, you know, no grocery stores in his neighborhood. With the
sudden arrival of what was turning out to be a monster storm he was in danger
of not making it back to his neighborhood at all.
He knew
the road behind him was empty of cars as he'd been the last one through before
the highway patrol closed the gates to the mountain road. By now the road
behind would be completely impassable so there was no going back. Not that he
intended to. Not when he was almost at his turn off. From the curving mountain
road he'd be turning uphill, driving up a rough fire road for two miles then
into an even more rugged trail for another mile through the forest to his
house. If the storm picked up any more even his customized jeep with its extra
clearance wouldn't make it beyond the highway and he'd have to snowshoe in the
remaining distance. That was not something he was looking forward to.
Dan's
jeep ground its way along the snowy road getting closer and closer to the fire
road. A short time later he rounded the last bend and spotted the road marker
indicating his turn was just ahead. On his right side was a thin strip of trees
and beyond that nothing but sky. It was a scary section of road with minimal
guard rails. It paid to take extra care here.
He almost
missed spotting the body in the tree as he drove past. Dan's subconscious mind
latched onto the image and his foot was pressing carefully on the brake before
his conscious mind knew why. Once he stopped he looked back over his shoulder
to confirm what he'd seen. It wasn't just an odd shadow or a clump of branches.
He could clearly see a body leaning into the branches of one of the trees
dangling over the edge of the cliff. He put the jeep in park with the engine
still running, set the hazards on, and cranked the heat up to full. He pulled
his hood up and gloves on before he stepped out of the warm cabin of his jeep
into the wailing storm.
He made
his way to the back of the jeep and looked again at where the body was in the
tree. He'd have to climb up to get it and that was going to be risky. He pulled
his climbing rope out of the back hatch of the jeep and stepped into the
harness. Once secured, he tied the end of the rope to the trailer hitch and
quickly made his way over to the side of the road. He could see the short
section of guard rail had been slammed into, bent over, and broken off. It
rested precariously on the edge. There was very little evidence of skid marks
as the snow was blowing very hard by this point. He cautiously stepped forward
and looked over the edge. Not too far below, maybe 50 feet, he saw the remains
of one of those trike motorcycles. What kind of moron would be driving a
motorcycle this late in the season? Just to the left of the wrecked bike and
sprawled across a broken spruce tree stretching out over the abyss was the
moron. Dan could see his legs were bent at an unnatural angle. Hell, his torso
was bent wrong as well. Most likely his back was broken. The blizzard was
making it very difficult to see the man clearly but he thought he could make
out some kind of emblem on the ripped leather jacket. It could be a Blood
Brothers jacket but he wasn't sure. Christ, he hoped not. If he was from that
gang he was a LONG way from home.
Dan
called out to see if the man was still alive but either the storm was whipping
the sound of his voice away or the man was dead. He looked up at the body in
the tree and realized the helmet had moved to look in his direction so this one
was definitely still alive. From here he couldn't tell if it was a slim man or
a woman. The baggy leathers made it impossible to tell accurately. He took a
few more steps towards the tree and saw its roots were deeply entangled with
the rough cliff side. He judged it to be sturdy enough to support his weight if
he climbed up. Just as he prepared to step off onto the tree he heard the
unmistakable sound of a gunshot followed by a feminine cry. He looked up and saw
the right sleeve of the leather jacket was torn and there was blood dripping
from it. Dan looked down and saw the man below was holding a gun and was
struggling to hold it steady. When he saw it swing towards him he flung himself
back from the edge. A second shot rang out digging through the ground where
he'd just stood.
"What
the fuck are you doing?!?" Dan yelled over the edge. "I'm here to
rescue you!"
"The
bitch is mine! She dies with ME!" he heard the man reply. Another shot was
fired but this one hit a branch to the woman's left. The man was deranged! Dan
wouldn't be able to get to her before the maniac below hit something vital. And
if Dan tried to climb out there he would likely be the target of the next
bullet. He'd taken enough bullets in his life. He had to stop him. Quick!
He
frantically looked around for a weapon, something he could use to stop the
idiot with the gun. Another shot rang out and the woman's helmet snapped to the
side as the bullet grazed it. The only thing Dan saw was the broken section of
guard rail. He reached down and with a huge effort lifted it above his head. It
was damn heavy as chunks of two posts were still attached. Dan shuffled to the
cliff's edge just above where the man was. He heaved the metal beam and lumber
over the edge and watched as it fell.
The man
squealed in terror as the plummeting chunk of steel and lumber rushed down to
crash into his broken body. It tore him and most of the spruce tree from the
cliff face and they all fell hundreds of feet onto the rocks below. The crushed
trike, which had been braced by the tree, slowly slid off the small ledge and
tumbled after its owner.
Dan
quickly stepped out onto the tree and climbed up to the woman. He called out
but she was limp and leaning into the tree. He saw that one of the branches had
pierced her shoulder, pinning her in place. It probably saved her from falling
to her death. The branch hadn't gone all the way through. He strapped her to
his harness then he gently pulled her loose from the branch. Luck was on her
side again. There was very little blood so nothing major had been hit by the
branch.
She was
unexpectedly light. Dan got a good grip then descended the tree with her and
pulled her backwards onto the road. Once safely away from the cliff he untied
her and removed his harness. He scooped her up and carried her to the passenger
side of the jeep. Once the door was open he slid her limp body onto the seat
and pushed the seat back into its reclined position. Closing the door he raced
around the back of the jeep, dropped the rope and harness through the hatch and
got back into the driver's side. His face stung from the interior heat but
after a few seconds it started to feel really good.
Dan reached
into the back seat and grabbed one of the new packages of bandage wrap. He used
his belt knife to open the package and cut a section off. He did a quick field
dressing on both her arm and the puncture wound on her shoulder. He reached
under her helmet and pressed his fingers to her neck. Her pulse was a little
weak but it seemed steady. Her skin was so cold! Looking at the bandages he
realized it was all he could do for now. He really had to get her back to his
house if he was going to save her from freezing to death.
Slipping
back into gear Dan rolled the jeep forward out of the snow pile that had
accumulated around the vehicle. Soon he was moving steadily forward and he
could see the fire road just ahead. The trees sheltered it better than the open
highway but there was still a fair amount of snow to drive through. Dan turned
into the road and maintained a steady pace as the road climbed ever upwards.
The jeep was really struggling in the drifts as he rolled over the final crest
before the forest trail. He quickly glanced at his passenger then swung the
jeep into the trail and surged forward. The going was especially tough here but
the chains continued to grip and dig into the hard ground beneath the snow.
Occasionally he had to fight the wheel as the jeep slipped sideways,
threatening to pin itself between the trees. Somehow he kept the momentum going
until the jeep suddenly left the forest and he faced his garage door fifty feet
ahead. Dan pushed the button on the remote strapped to his visor and saw the
garage door begin to climb. He rolled the jeep forward slowly until it settled
on the pad inside the garage. He pressed the remote button again and the door
closed behind the jeep.
He rushed
over to the inside door and propped it open. He went back to the passenger
side, opened the door and carefully lifted the woman's body out of the jeep,
keeping her helmeted head against his shoulder. He couldn't get over how light
she was. She had to be at least as tall as him but she felt like nothing in his
arms. As quickly and carefully as he could he carried her into the house and
into the first guest bedroom. He set her on the bed and began to remove her
damp clothing. The boots were first then her damp socks. The skin on her toes
was the lightest shade of pink so it didn't look like she had frostbite there.
The leather chaps came off fairly easily but her jeans were very damp. He
unbuttoned them and slipped the zipper down. They weren't very tight but that
was mostly due to how much weight she seemed to have lost. The skin on her legs
almost seemed loose. She wasn't wearing panties and it looked like she kept
herself completely shaved down below. A flash of gold drew his eyes to a single
ring piercing her clitoral hood. He looked away, embarrassed. He dried off her
legs with a thick towel he grabbed from the room's bathroom.
He
removed the chin strap and slid the helmet slowly and carefully upwards until
he could toss it aside. Long but dull and matted platinum blond hair poured out
of the helmet. It felt a bit like dry straw. He pushed it away from her face
and sucked in a breath. She was exquisite! Almond shaped eyes (bruised looking
and still closed), fine brows, high cheekbones, slender nose, and full, lush
lips which currently looked dry and chapped. She was a true beauty, or would be
if she could add on some healthy weight. Her cheeks were a little sunken. While
he wanted to take a closer look at his patient he still had to remove her damp
jacket and shirt. Both came off relatively easily and again Dan could see the
woman was badly underfed. She wore no bra underneath her shirt and considering
her obvious and rather large breast implants he was more than a little
surprised by this. Those breasts had to be uncomfortable without some support.
He saw more piercings, both of her nipples had small gold bars with loops. Dan
dried her torso and arms with the towel then wrapped her in a thick, soft
electric blanket from the room's closet and set it to a medium-high setting. He
ran back to the jeep and grabbed the medical supplies he'd bought. He closed
the garage door and went back to the woman. Opening the blanket to get access
to her wounds he cleaned them and replaced her bandages. Aside from the grazed
arm and the puncture on her shoulder there weren't any other fresh injuries he
could see. Healed or healing ones though, she had plenty of scars to prove
she'd born quite a lot of pain in her life. Some looked like burn marks, like
someone had used her arm as an ashtray.
He'd done
what he could for now. He closed up the blanket and pulled the bed's quilt over
her as well. Her pulse had steadied and seemed strong to him. He'd just have to
wait for her to wake up so he could question her about where she might be
feeling pain. He felt totally inadequate for the task of being her doctor but
he was all she had as the storm continued to rage outside and showed no signs
of lessening.
He went
back to the jeep and unloaded the food. He put most of it into the huge pantry
in the kitchen but the meat went into the deep freezer in the garage.
Back in
the small bathroom of the guest bedroom he poured a glass of water and put it
on the end table next to the bed. It was likely she'd be thirsty when she woke
up.
A quick
look at the clock on the wall showed him it was past dinner time but he was
more tired than hungry. The window in the room showed the sun must have set as
all he could see was the snow that blew against the glass and blackness beyond.
He sat in the room's only chair to keep vigil over his patient but shortly
exhaustion pulled him down into its embrace and he was gone.
Chapter 2
Bullets
whizzed by his head, one taking a nip of his ear as it passed. Still he ran on.
He had to get back to the house.
He could hear
the steady beat of the approaching copter's blades as he ran from cover to
cover, popping up to fire a round through the head of the next unlucky bastard
to get between him and the house. He felt the sting of a bullet passing through
his calf but he put that sensation aside and continued on. He slammed into the
front door of the house only this time it was locked and he had no way in.
Dan
gasped awake, the nightmare still raw in his mind. He could feel the familiar
ache in his right calf. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. His
forehead was dripping wet. He shuddered as the reaction left his body. It was
obvious to him what had triggered him this time. He hadn't been shot at in
years but you never forget.
Pulling
his hands down he noticed the room around him. He glanced at the clock and was
startled to see that he'd slept through the night. It was almost 7am.
Then he
felt eyes on him.
Right!
The woman!
He looked
over at her and saw she was awake and staring in his direction from behind her
bangs, her gaze dull. The bed's quilt had been thrown back but she was still
cocooned within the electric blanket. She had it wrapped around her head and
all the way down and over her feet. Only her face showed.
He
stepped to the side of the bed and knelt down so he wasn't towering over her.
Her eyes remained downcast, pointing somewhere in the general vicinity of his
chest. He tried to get her to look into his eyes but she seemed to be avoiding
this. He didn't quite know what to make of this behavior.
"Hi,
my name's Dan. Dan Bishop. You were in an accident out there on the mountain
road. I found you and brought you to my home because the road back to town was
closed by snow." He saw no response. "Can you hear me?" She
nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Can
you tell me your name?" Nothing.
"I
need you to wiggle your toes." He saw a slight motion at the bottom of the
blanket.
"Good!
How about your fingers?" The sides of the blanket moved a little as she
moved her fingers.
"That's
excellent! Can you tell me where you might be feeling pain?" Nothing.
Dan was
feeling desperately out of his element. She could obviously understand what he
was saying but she couldn't or wouldn't talk. Maybe she was frightened or
embarrassed. I mean, she was in a strange place and a stranger had obviously
removed her clothes. God! He was suddenly so embarrassed himself! While he knew
it had been necessary he was still a little ashamed for having undressed her
when she was unconscious.
"Look,
I'm terribly sorry for removing your clothes but they were wet and you were
freezing to death. I'll get you something warm to wear." Dan suddenly
realized there probably wasn't any woman's clothing in his house. He walked
over to the dresser and checked in a few of the drawers. Nothing. "Uh, I
might have something in the other rooms. I'll be right back." He rushed
through the other guest rooms and again found nothing except a skimpy white
bikini bathing suit. Last summer his buddy Wally visited with his latest
girlfriend and she must have left it behind. She'd been petite and her tits had
been much smaller than this woman's but he thought the swimsuit might be a good
substitute for underwear at least. He went into his room and gathered up a
flannel shirt, a thick sweater, some fleece sweat pants which had a drawstring,
and a pair of warm socks.
When Dan
returned to the woman she hadn't moved but her eyes tracked him when he
entered. "I have some clothes for you. Sorry, I don't have any woman's
clothing but you can wear this stuff to keep warm until I've washed and dried
the clothes you were wearing. I found a bathing suit you can use as underwear,
if you want." She said nothing but continued to keep him in her view.
He knelt
once more beside the bed. "Can you tell me your name?" he asked
gently but still got no response from the woman. "I'd feel more
comfortable using a name than just saying 'Hey You'." He caught the flick
of her eyes up to his face then to the doorway then back down to his chest. Was
she expecting the man she was riding with to show up? Considering the scars
he'd seen on her, it might explain some of her current behavior. If the asshole
with the gun had been one of the Blood Brothers he'd probably treated her
poorly. She seemed too frightened to talk. He rubbed his face and decided there
wasn't going to be a better time to tell her. He wondered how much she recalled
of her 'rescue'. That might be a good place to start.
"Do
you remember the accident?" he asked. She shook her head with a tiny
motion.
"When
I found you, you were stuck in a tree on the side of the road. Your...
traveling companion had fallen about 50 feet below and was very badly
injured." Dan saw her eyes flick up to his face occasionally as he spoke.
"I thought he was dead so I tried to get you out of the tree. But he wasn't
dead. He started shooting at us. Do you have any idea why he would do
that?" he asked gently. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes and she
shook her head briefly. God, he wasn't ready to deal with tears. He rushed
ahead. "I didn't have a choice. He kept shooting at you and managed to hit
you twice. I couldn't reach him to stop him so I- I dropped a section of the
guard rail on him and he fell the rest of the way to the bottom of the ravine.
He didn't survive the fall. I'm so sorry! Was he your husband? A boyfriend?"
Her eyes
closed and the tears were forced out. A single tear rolled down each cheek. But
strangely she seemed to relax a little. He heard her breathe out in a long
sigh. Dan hadn't realized she was holding her breath.
Then she
spoke for the first time. It was almost a whispered croak. "Master."
What
she'd said didn't register with Dan. It had also been so quiet. "I'm
sorry, what?"
"Master,"
she said again.
Dan sat
back on his heels. This was way outside his area of experience. He shook his
head and went back to his original question now that he got her talking.
"OK, let's put that aside for now. I'd really like to know your
name." Her eyes dropped back to his chest. His frustration surged and
engaged his mouth before his brain regained control. "What did your Master
call you?" As soon as the words left his lips he wished he could take them
back. What a colossal asshole he was! This was exactly why he avoided being
around people.
"Whore...
slut... bitch... cunt... cum-dump... fuck-hole," she immediately
whispered, as if she wasn't at all disturbed by his cruel question.
Dan
was shocked. Then he considered the evidence of the physical abuse. Why hadn't
he expected there to be mental abuse to go with it? She seemed to be having
trouble with her throat. He caught her glance to the glass of water. God he was
so stupid! She was parched and the glass of water was right there beside her.
Full. She hadn't taken a drop though he could hear that her throat was raw. He
took the glass and lifted it to her lips as he helped her sit up slightly. She
sipped at first but when he didn't take it away she began to gulp at the water
desperately.
"Whoa,
easy now. Drink slower or you'll make yourself sick," he said. She
immediately stopped and dropped her eyes again.
"I
didn't say you should stop drinking. If you want more, please drink. Just take
smaller sips. Let your stomach adjust," he said, using as calm a voice as
he could.
She
glanced up again then she began to sip at the water. When it was almost gone
she pulled back slightly so he put the glass back on the end table and allowed
her to settle back on the bed. He was realizing that she wasn't going to
collapse in grief with the loss of her "master" and that was a
tremendous relief for Dan. She still seemed to be a little nervous but was no
longer looking to the doorway every few seconds. So, he was probably right when
he'd guessed she was expecting the man to arrive. That was one BIG concern out
of the way, for both of them it seemed.
"Look,
I'm not going to use those names on you so I'd prefer your real one." Her
eyes flicked up to his face once. "Do you remember your name?" he
asked. She paused then shook her head.
How
could you not recall your own name? What the hell had been done to her? Well,
he couldn't just give her a name. Assigning her a name like Mary, Joan, or
Brenda just felt wrong. But a nickname might be okay. It was a friendly gesture
as long as the name didn't offend. He thought about what his Mom would have
said if she had been alive to meet this young woman. First thing she'd do is
feed the poor dear as she was so 'willowy'. His mom loved those old genteel
expressions. He smiled at the memory of his mother. He looked at the woman and
decided that 'Willow' really did suit her. Gracefully slender and lithe. At
least it did now with her underfed body. He'd have to be careful how he
approached this. He didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"Would
you mind if I called you 'Willow' until you recall your real name?" he
asked gently.
She
looked into his eyes with surprise. Even her mouth made a cute little o shape.
When she realized she was keeping eye contact she quickly looked down but he
could see a smile forming on her lips which she tried to hide. She gave him a
little nod in agreement.
It
was time for him to follow his mother's 'advice' and get some food into her to
begin her restoration. "OK 'Willow', I'm going to go make us some
breakfast. Considering you look like you haven't eaten in a while I'm going to
have you start with some warm porridge and we will see how your stomach handles
that. If you are fine by lunch I will start slowly increasing your portions
from that meal onwards. Is that okay with you?" She gave him another small
nod though she kept her eyes down. He was getting a little exasperated by that
but he wouldn't push her.
"I'll
just step out to the kitchen to prepare the food. You should get dressed and
come meet me there when you are ready, okay? It's just down the hall to the
left."
He
went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for them both. Porridge for her and
eggs for him. The simple act of cooking settled his nerves. Dealing with people
was still very difficult for him. He always felt so uncomfortable around people
and always said the wrong things. As he worked on preparing the meals he
realized that it actually felt good taking care of someone other than himself.
He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it with his self-imposed isolation.
He
hadn't heard her enter the kitchen so he jolted a little when he turned back
from the fridge to find her standing topless at the end of the counter. She was
wearing his socks and track pants but was holding the shirt and bikini top in
her hands. He was so surprised he dropped an egg from his nerveless fingers.
His eyes locked on her chest until the egg cracked on the floor at his feet. He
glanced down and said "Shit!"
Willow's
expression froze and she dropped down before him and knelt with her forehead
pressed to the floor. Her hair fell over the broken egg and soaked it in. He
could see she was trembling. Grabbing some paper towels he knelt down and
gently took her shoulders in his hands. She flinched deeply at his touch at
first but he helped her sit back on her heels then he used the paper towels to
sop up the raw egg in her hair. She'd need to wash it but first he wanted her
to eat something so she wouldn't pass out in the shower. She kept her eyes down
looking at the floor. He did his best to keep his eyes off her chest.
"Willow,
you didn't do anything wrong. Even if you had I wouldn't expect you to kneel at
my feet. okay? I don't know what that guy did to you but you aren't going to be
treated poorly here."
Her
trembling slowed to a stop as the beating she was expecting didn't happen. She
cautiously glanced at his face and saw he had an uncomfortable smile. She was
obviously confused and looked back down again.
"Can
I ask you why you are topless?" he asked gently.
Willow
held out the bikini top. She held it against her chest but he could see she didn't
know how to tie the straps. He'd never tied one of these before either but she
didn't even seem willing to try. He helped them both stand. Steeling himself to
consider this as just another engineering puzzle he could help her without
being embarrassed by the personal nature of the task.
Standing
this close to her he realized that she was actually a couple of inches taller
than his 5' 8". He actually had to look up a little to look in her eyes.
It was then, when he was just inches from her face that he noticed her eyes.
They were the most amazing shade of green with gold flecks. Finding himself
getting lost in her eyes he pulled himself back to the task at hand.
He
took the bikini top from her and tied the top straps together and slipped the
loop over her head. Then he got behind her and pulled the bottom strings under
her arms and tied it in a bow on her back. He came back around to her front to
see if he'd tied it correctly. Her large breasts were straining at the fabric
and spilling out of the bottoms. He realized he should have tied the lower
string first to provide support under her heavy breasts then tie the top strap
to lift the flesh up into a comfortable position. She stood quietly with no
expression on her face while he redid the ties. Soon she was looking
spectacular in the silky bikini top though it was a little small and struggled
to support her bounty. The small gold rings in her nipples could easily be seen
pushing against the fabric.
Willow
shyly looked into his eyes and he was surprised to see a little desperate need
there. Like she was looking for acceptance or praise. He was a little
uncomfortable but words sprung to his lips automatically. "You look truly
lovely!" And she did, aside from looking like she was starving. She certainly
had the frame and foundation for true beauty. If she hadn't been so neglected
she would be gorgeous.
Her
expression underwent a strange transformation at his words. She looked shocked
at first, like she'd never heard someone mention her beauty before. Then her
eyes welled up with tears and she bit her lower lip. She lowered her eyes again
but the smile stayed on her lips. Dan took his fleece shirt from her hand and
held it out for her to place her arms into the sleeves. He turned her around
once the shirt was over her shoulders so he could button up the front. He
really needed to hide her amazing tits as his erection was threatening to split
his jeans. Having his hands so close to them was not helping.
He
grabbed some more paper towel and wiped up the remains of the dropped egg. Then
he turned back to their breakfast and allowed the homey activity take his
thoughts away from Willow's beauty and the tightness developing in his pants.
When
he was finished he noted that she was still standing exactly where he'd left
her. Dan raised an eyebrow and pointed to the chair at the small table by the
window. She went to the chair and sat. He placed the full bowl and spoon before
her and went back to get his own meal. When he returned he could see her eyes
were fixed on the bowl but she hadn't moved. The scent of its rich flavor was
gently rising in the steam towards her face and Dan saw a line of drool had
tracked from the corner of her mouth to drop to her lap from her chin.
"Willow?
Willow!" Dan said, trying to get her attention.
She
jumped slightly then flinched, expecting a slap.
"It's
okay, you can eat. I made sure it's not too hot. It's safe," he said
gently.
She
lifted the spoon awkwardly then scooped a good amount into her mouth. She froze
when the porridge hit her tongue. Her eyes closed in bliss as she rolled the
warm porridge across her tongue then swallowed it. She glanced at Dan from
under her bangs then quickly took another scoop, then another. Accelerating.
Dan reached out and gently took her hand. She froze and looked down, trembling.
"Willow,
it's okay. Just eat slower or you might make yourself sick. We have all the
time in the world. Enjoy your meal." He released her hand after making
sure she'd keep the spoon in it.
She
glanced at him then slowly scooped out another spoonful and slowly put it in
her mouth, all the while keeping an eye on him for his approval. Dan felt
ridiculous. She was a grown woman and she was asking him to show her how to
eat? Before his buzzing nerves provoked him into saying something stupid again
he took a deep breath and began to eat his own breakfast. Out of the corner of
his eye he saw that she was matching his pace exactly. He'd lift his food to
his mouth and she'd lift her spoon to her mouth. He sighed and wondered again
what had happened to her to make her this way. She almost seemed desperate for
his approval. Didn't she realize she was free of that moron? After breakfast
they would need to have a little talk. Hmm... maybe after she showered. She was
a little ripe, probably a by-product of her malnutrition. And he had to wash
and mend her clothes.
Soon
he could hear the scrape of her spoon on the bowl as she went after the last
morsels of her breakfast. He had probably given her a little too much but it was
fairly easy on the stomach, very nutritious, and the extra helping of honey
he'd added would start her on track to get some flesh back onto those bones. He
poured her some sweet herbal tea to help warm her up and she sipped at this
while he finished his own meal. He caught her eyeing a piece of bacon on the
edge of his plate and she instinctively pinched her eyes shut and winced when
she realized he'd seen her looking. Dan felt so helpless at seeing her fear,
then it made him angry at the son-of-a-bitch who did this to her but he knew
his anger would frighten her more, so he just let out a slow breath and tried
to center himself.
He
picked up the bacon and held it out to her just before her lips. Willow's nose
twitched as she smelled the bacon. Her eyes opened a little and she saw he was
feeding her the piece. Something needful flared in her eyes again, making Dan
uneasy, and she gently leaned forward to take the bacon into her mouth. As she
closed her lips they softly kissed his fingertips. She shyly looked into his
eyes again and this time he instinctively knew she was asking for something
from him he was not prepared to give.
Dan
gave her a quick smile then gathered up the dishes and brought them over to the
kitchen sink. He kept his back to her and willed his cock to relax. When her
soft lips touched his fingers it felt like lightning running straight up his
arm, down his spine, and straight to his groin. When he'd got his breath back
he glanced over at her and saw she was still munching on the piece of bacon,
getting as much enjoyment from it as she could. She glanced at him with a
worried look then swallowed it. She still seemed anxious and a little lost,
like she had somehow done something wrong and was looking for someone to give
her the answer. Dan wished someone would give him some answers. First though,
she needed a shower and he needed to fix her clothing situation.
He
knew that the shower in the master bathroom was where the soaps and shampoos
were (he lived here alone after all). So she had better use his bathroom to
clean up.
He
walked back to her and she glanced at his face briefly, trying to read his
expression.
"I
think it would be good and you'll feel much better if you took a shower. You
can use the one in my room. I'll get you some fresh clothes and a towel for
you. okay?"
Willow
just nodded and stood up to follow him. He walked into the master bath and
pulled a plush towel and a loofa sponge from the small linen closet. When he
turned back to Willow she was completely naked and looking curiously into the
big shower stall. The girl was not in the least bit self-conscious about being
naked in front of him.
Dan
didn't scold her for being naked as he knew she would just be frightened so he
kept his eyes on the shower stall as he pointed out the features and how to
operate it. Once she seemed to understand the controls he continued. "Uh,
um, the hot water is fed from an underground hot spring into an insulated
storage tank and our cold water comes from a tank fed by a nearby stream so you
won't run out of either. There are biodegradable soaps and shampoos on the rack
there. Here's a new loofa scrub brush you can use as well. I'll leave you clean
clothes on the counter just inside the door. I'll get these washed immediately
after your shower," he said as he bent down and picked up the clothes
she'd stepped out of. Dumping the dirty clothes inside and pulling the laundry
bag from the hamper he turned to leave and felt a gentle tug at his sleeve. He
looked back and she was standing very close, trembling slightly, looking down
but stealing quick glances at his eyes. He could see that desperate need was
back in her eyes.
"Willow,
please take your shower. You'll be fine now. We'll talk once you are done and
dressed again, okay?" he said, his voice trembling slightly. God she was
so beautiful but so damaged! He could really mess her up if he wasn't careful.
To
Be Continued in part 2, based on a post by BurntRedstone
for Literotica
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