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An Angel For Bishop: Part 3
An Angel For Bishop: Part 3
Willows
tortured past exposes itself.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Once
they were both clean they were breathing hard and standing facing each other.
The moment he leaned towards her lips she surged forward to press hers against
his. His tongue slipped forward to brush against hers and suddenly she was
sucking at his tongue. His hands came up and cupped her breasts and he gently
took her nipples between his thumb and finger, feeling the little gold barbells
and rings dangle from them. Willow gasped into his mouth and he felt Willow's
legs buckle a little. She was beginning to make those needy yips as she rolled
her hips. She tugged, but he jolted back.
"Willow,
I don't have any condoms and I doubt Percy had the decency to put you on the
pill. We can't."
"I
can't get pregnant," was all she said as she tugged at him.
"What?"
he gasped, as it was difficult holding a conversation with her.
"The
doctor made sure I couldn't have babies so it's okay," she said in a
matter of fact tone.
His
head was spinning. He was still incredibly worked up and wanted to take Willow
right now, but she'd just dropped a bomb from her past in his lap and his mind
was reeling with the implications of her words.
"Please!
I need it!" she whined as he continued to hold her off while he tried to
get his head back in the game. Willow dropped to her knees in one movement.
First her lips were sliding, then her nose was buried against his stomach. He
could feel her swallowing but he couldn't feel her breathing so he pulled back
until he heard her gasp.
Willow
got to her feet then turned around and put her hands against the shower wall,
pushing her ass back. She rubbed him up and down her crack a few times. Dan
grabbed her hips and Willow sighed. She was surprisingly tight and he couldn't
get over how amazing she felt.
Willow
was moaning loudly and bearing down with her joyous cries she was loving every
second. He could not exploit her vulnerable mental state, but knew that
rejection was beyond her capacity to tolerate. So he continued to caress her
and gently show her that she was precious and respected.
The
feeling of real love was enough to set her body into what seemed like multiple
waves of ecstasy. Somehow Dan had found an amazing tool of therapy for this
sexually abused woman.
He
pulled her back to stand upright. This sensation and her cries of joy triggered
him. For good measure he gave her neck a gentle kiss and felt her trigger off
again.
He
held her exhausted body suspended between his arm circling her chest and his
other arm around her hip. She leaned back against his chest and her breath came
out in deep gasps.
Once
their breathing had returned to normal Dan set her feet back on the floor. He
looked at her and said "We need to talk about what you said about the
doctor. I need to hear the whole story, but later." He tenderly washed
between her legs. Then he shampooed and conditioned her hair once more. God he
loved running his fingers through her hair and from the way she moaned and
purred he knew she loved it too. He washed his hair, rinsed off, and turned the
water off. They stepped out and dried off with their thick towels together. He
replaced her bandages once more with dry ones. They padded into his bedroom and
Dan remembered her clothes should be ready in the dryer. He quickly collected
them and brought them back to her. He inspected the garments and saw the jeans
were largely undamaged though there were some grease stains on the lower legs
he suspected came from riding the motorcycle. Her shirt had a tear where the
branch had pierced her shoulder. He could probably fix it but it wouldn't be
pretty. He flipped it over and for the first time noticed the faded word across
the back. It said 'Bitch'. He frowned. That asshole probably made her wear it.
He wouldn't let her wear this again. He ripped it in two between his hands. He
looked up and saw Willow staring at him wide eyed.
"Sorry,
the shirt had a word on it that doesn't belong on you. You won't be wearing
clothes like that with me. You deserve better," he said.
She
smiled shyly at him. He saw she was struggling to get the bikini top on. Now
that he was an 'expert' he showed her how to tie the lower string first under
her tits (while struggling to keep his hands off of them), spin the knot around
to the back, and pull the cups up, tying the top strings behind her neck.
With
his hands behind her neck, feeling her damp but now much smoother hair
caressing his hands he saw she was looking into his eyes. He leaned forward and
kissed her lips tenderly. He just wanted to feel her amazing lips on his as her
kiss was so sweet. Willow's eyes closed and she swayed a little when he pulled
back. His heart hurt she was so lovely. How anyone could hurt someone so
beautiful was beyond him. He pulled her into a hug and squeezed her body
against his, wanting to protect her with his strength and relishing the
intimacy. Her arms wrapped around his chest and he felt her shiver. He pulled
back and looked at her questioningly. He saw tears sliding down her cheeks.
"What's
wrong?" he asked gently.
"I've
never felt like this before," she whispered and hiccupped. "I feel so
safe in your arms." She clung to him and pressed her face against his
neck. He squeezed her to him again, feeling her tremble against him. They stood
like that for a while. Once her trembling calmed he stepped back and gave her a
smile which she returned. Her eyes glowed and she seemed as relaxed as he'd
ever seen her.
Chapter 3
Dan
gave Willow a tour of the 'log cabin' which was more accurately described as a
log mansion. He was rather proud of the building as it showcased his
engineering expertise. The building was all on one level and followed the
natural contours of the hillside in a serpentine curve with a magnificent view
of the surrounding mountains, or in this case the blizzard which continued to
rage into its second day. Under the gleaming hardwood flooring the entire
structure was built on a poured concrete base with in-floor heating courtesy of
a complex network of piping linked to the hot springs and an even more complex
computer control system. The power needed to support the electronics and the
rest of the house was fed by a huge series of batteries stored in an
underground bunker built into the hillside. This array was on a constant
trickle feed from multiple sources. Wind turbines, solar panels, geothermal,
and even a small hydro turbine generator tapping into an underground river they
discovered during construction. All said, they had energy to spare.
Beyond
the amazing array of technology he'd built into the mansion the building
contained all the comforts you could ask for. There was a huge living room with
a large stone fireplace surrounded by deep comfy couches and facing a panoramic
view of the mountainside. A large deck started on the northern side of the
house and wrapped around to the western side to create a huge, two level
socializing area in front of the living and dining room windows. Behind the
living room built into the mountain was a large home theatre with stadium
seating for twelve, three rows of four comfy recliners. Next to the living room
was a large dining room with a massive polished slab of shiny hardwood for a
table and seating for twelve. The next room was the kitchen which Willow was
familiar with. There was an enormous pantry off the kitchen and a second door
which led to the communications/control center for the house which doubled as a
safe room. The table in the kitchen sat six and there was a deck accessible by
a door next to the table. Exiting from the other side of the kitchen was a
corridor which had the laundry room on one side, a utility room on the other,
and continued on to the five big guest bedrooms each having a small seating
area and a dedicated full washroom. The final bedroom was the master which had
an enormous washroom suite, a walk-in closet, and a decent sized office. On the
uphill side of the building at this point was the garage, a concrete and steel
bunker built right into the mountainside. It was deep and wide enough for eight
vehicles and at its far end was a complete metal and wood working workshop with
all the required tools for maintaining the house. The roof deck of the garage
was the home for communication dishes, a large greenhouse with a pool area
again heated by the hot spring. There was interior access to the pool area by a
spiral staircase in the garage.
When
Dan led Willow back to the kitchen she was looking a little overwhelmed.
"So...
you're rich?" she asked quietly.
"Rich?"
he replied in surprise. Then he smiled and said "I designed and built the
home but it's not mine. I just live in it during the winter months when no one
else is here. The home is owned by the Noskov family from Russia. They are...
incredibly rich, and generous. I was unofficially adopted by the Noskov's when
I... helped get them out of a hot zone in Iraq during the war. They let me
build them this house and I get to live in it. They also set me up with a...
trust fund I guess you'd call it. When I need something I can tap into it. I
don't think I'm rich but I'm pretty comfortable. I mean I have my engineering
degree and the stuff I learned building this house has set me up in a very
lucrative business of designing custom energy systems for people wanting to
live off the grid. I have patents pending on several of the components and
their designs. There is also a waiting list of customers wanting me to design
for their specific environments. I can do most of that right from here. All
that brings in a good income... huh, maybe I am rich or at least have the
potential to be!" he smiled at the delight in Willow's eyes.
Dan busied himself making some herbal tea. It still wasn't time
for dinner yet but a snack would be good. He wanted to ensure Willow started
taking in the calories she needed to get back to a healthy weight. He dropped
some bread slices in the toaster and pulled out the peanut butter. He poured
the tea and sweetened it for Willow. He spread the peanut butter on toast
watching it melt. Then he stopped. Dan was pissed at himself again but he kept
that anger inside so he wouldn't spook Willow. He just made an assumption that might
have been really bad for her. "Willow, are you allergic to anything? Like
nuts?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she replied.
"Have
you eaten peanut butter before? Do you like it?" Dan asked.
"Yes,
I love peanut butter but I've never had it on toast," she said.
Dan
shook off the tremble that crept up his back. He needed to know more about her
to prevent something like this from happening again. He saw the notepad was
still on the table. He carried the herbal teas to the table then brought Willow
her peanut butter toast.
She
looked at him when she saw he didn't have any toast in front of him.
"You
need the calories. I'll wait for dinner," he said with a smile.
Willow
carefully picked up her toast and took a small bite. When the warm peanut
butter hit her tongue a broad smile spread across her face. "I LOVE peanut
butter toast!" she gushed. She took a few more bites.
He
grinned at her delight and picked up the notepad. After a sip of his tea he
looked at Willow and asked "I hope you don't mind but I'd like to see how
much more of your history we can fill in." She continued to munch on the
toast and sip at the tea but gave him a nod.
"Do
you recall the name of the man Percy, uh, took you from?" He still felt
weird saying that.
"Herman
Denk. He was a doctor. He gave me my new tits and fixed me so I couldn't make
babies or have a period." she said.
Dan's
stomach clenched. She said it like it was nothing but Dan was grateful to Percy
for having killed the bastard who butchered Willow for his own needs and
enjoyment. He took a deep breath and wrote down the Doctor's name and the
approximate year he died. "Do you recall how long you lived with Herman?
How many winters or summers?" he asked her next.
Willow
looked confused then sad. "Herman lived in Las Vegas and I stayed inside
in my room most of the time when he wasn't taking me out to parties. I don't
remember how long that was but I think I stayed with him the longest. Before we
moved to Las Vegas we were in Florida. That's where he poisoned and killed
Officer Warren Greggs and took me from him. Officer Greggs used his handcuffs
on me a lot and beat me because I wasn't worthy of having sex with him. That's
where these scars came from." She showed him the rough white ridges
encircling both of her wrists. Obviously the cuffs had done some serious damage
to her skin at that time as the scar tissue was extensive. "He kept me
chained in a room in his basement. When I got sick Officer Greggs brought
Herman to fix me. We moved to Las Vegas after Officer Greggs was dead."
Dan
was feeling a little queasy but while Willow was feeling talkative he'd get the
information from her. As long as he had names and knew they had died he could
find their obituaries and work out a timeline from that. He jotted down some
notes and nodded at Willow to continue.
"Madam
Tallia was my Mistress before Officer Greggs took me from her. She lived in a
big old house in Georgia. She was angry a lot. She had been hurt in a car
accident and she lost her eye. She wore a fancy eye patch but her mouth was so
cruel. She told me I looked just like the bitch who destroyed her beauty. She
would tie me up and burn my arms and legs with her cigarettes." Willow
pointed out a few of the older circular scars running up her arms. "She
told me that she was saving my face for later. I was always terrified that she
was going to burn my face. Officer Greggs was at one of her parties. He found
me tied up in my bedroom and put me in the trunk of his car. He told me he
burned Mistress Tallia's house down with her inside."
Willow
took a long sip of her tea to moisten her throat as she was unaccustomed to
talking for so long.
"Mistress
Tallia got me from Mr. Bill who brought me to one of her parties. Mistress
Tallia called him Buffalo Bill because she said he was from that 'miserable
place'. She told me that she wasn't going to give me back to Mr. Bill. She told
me she gave him poisoned heroin so he wouldn't come back to get me the morning
after the party and he didn't so I guess he's dead. When I was with Mr. Bill we
moved around a lot and we lived out of his car. I don't remember his last name.
Sometimes he gave me drugs and I would forget things. He loaned me out to
people who gave him drugs and took me to lots of sex parties. I think Mr. Bill
bought me from my mom's boyfriend when she died." Willow's voice ran out
at that point. It was the longest Dan had ever heard her speak and while the
subject matter was horrific to him, he was so glad that he got her story. He
could work with this.
"Do
you remember your mom's name?" he asked gently. She thought about it then
shook her head sadly.
"Do
you remember how old you were when your mom died?" he asked.
Willow
sat quietly for a minute thinking. "I remember... a tenth birthday party.
I think it was shortly after that when some men came to the house looking for
mom's boyfriend. I was playing outside but I heard them yelling 'where is he'.
When they left I went inside and she was dead. When her boyfriend got home he
took me with him in the car and we drove away. He met Mr. Bill at a truck stop
on the highway and sold me to him."
Dan
sat looking at Willow. He couldn't breathe. His chest felt tight. Her mother
was murdered when she was 10 and she was immediately sold off into the sex
trade and slavery? How could that not screw you up? He opened his arms and
Willow was immediately curled up on his lap and in his arms. They sat like that
for quite a while, just holding each other and rocking gently. It gave Dan time
to think.
Dan
felt completely inadequate for the task of healing Willow. He knew he could
love her and was surprised that he was already starting to feel that way
towards her. He reminded himself that they'd only met the day before and
there'd been a lot of intense emotion involved in that short time. Before he
started throwing words like love around he needed to get some perspective.
Difficult to get when her soft body was clinging to him.
Based
on her account she'd been held captive by five people and had been raped and
tortured multiple times by them and raped by many others starting from a very
early age. Now she was with him. Was she better off? He'd already had sex with
her, multiple times in the very short time he'd known her. And he'd killed for
her as they had. He was willing to grant that in his case at least it really
had been kill or be killed and her life was at risk at the time. That said it
was easy for him to see how similar he was to previous 'masters'. God, his skin
crawled when he thought of himself in those terms. Maybe that was the
difference? He didn't want to be her master. He wanted her to be a whole
person. He wasn't sure that was going to be possible considering her past. But
he knew he would do what he could to help her regain as much as she could. He
felt so protective of her! He wasn't clear where that came from but it
certainly didn't seem harmful to her so he felt okay about letting her see
that.
The
first thing he could do to help her was get her identity back. With the
information he had an investigator should be able to connect the dots to get
back to the start. Then he could get her birth certificate, then a passport, an
identity. Maybe it was just his paranoia but he wanted a discreet
investigation. There had been at least one police officer involved in her
abduction and Percy's gang was not going to be too friendly to someone who
killed one of their members. He was again over his head but he knew someone
that could help.
"I
could stay here all day holding you but I need to make a call and send a note.
I have to report Percy's death to the police or things could get messy. And I
have to contact Andrei Noskov, the man who owns this house, to ask a favor. I
thought we'd cook up a frozen pizza for dinner tonight. Can I ask you to go to
the walk-in freezer in the garage and pick one out? They're on the rack to the
left and there should be a supreme on top but any will do." She stood and
headed off to the garage.
Dan
walked into the communications room and checked the signal strength. The storm
seemed to be winding down but it still had the potential for affecting the line
of sight antenna. He'd prefer not to use the satellite phone to contact the
police as he wasn't sure how long he'd be on the line. He used the PC to dial
up the nearest state police station and waited for someone to answer. He heard
some weird stuttering on the line so he knew his connection was fairly weak.
When someone finally answered he asked for Officer Benson or Officer Duncan as
he'd met them and his instincts said they were okay. Not the best gauge but it
was what he had. Benson was gone for the day but Duncan was just coming on
shift so Dan was put through to his desk.
"Officer
Duncan." He sounded tired.
"Hello,
my name's Dan Bishop. I live at the Noskov Estate off Mountain Road 23 up on
Peacemill Peak. I need to report a traffic accident, a shooting, and a
fatality."
"Sorry,
Mr. Bishop, this seems to be a bad line. Did you say a fatality?" Officer
Duncan asked.
"Yes,
a fatality. Sorry about the poor connection. The line of sight towers up here
on the mountain are having some trouble with the storm."
"Can
you give me the details before we lose our connection?" the officer asked.
The connection must have sounded worse on his end.
"Sure.
I was driving back to the house yesterday when that storm hit. I was just about
back to the house when I noticed someone hung up on one of the trees hanging
over the edge of the cliff. I stopped and went to see if I could help. There
was a trike motorcycle on a ledge 50 feet down and a badly injured man. He'd
gone through the guardrail. I tried to climb up to the woman stuck in the tree
but the man woke up and started shooting at us. He shot at me and then he hit
the woman twice. Once in the arm and once on the side of her helmet. I had to
drop the broken guardrail on him to stop him from shooting her. He fell to the
bottom of the gorge with his motorcycle. He's dead. Did you get all that?"
There
was silence for a bit and Dan thought he'd lost the connection when Officer
Duncan's voice came back on. "Yeah, I got it. Is there any access to that
gorge?"
"I
don't think so. It's very narrow and the river in it is pretty wild most of the
year. I have a buddy with a Sikorsky cargo helicopter that might be able to
lower someone with a line from above but it would be a long hairy ride down.
Anyway, I can send you the GPS coordinates. I had the entire area mapped when
we were building this place."
"What
about the woman?" Officer Duncan asked.
"I
got her back to the house before she froze to death and patched her wounds
which appear to be pretty minor. She's suffering from malnutrition and her
weight is very low. She may have some memory loss as she has been unable to
recall her name. She did remember the name of the man she was with. Percy
Jackson. From the marking I saw on his jacket I think he may have been a member
of a motorcycle gang, maybe the Blood Brothers. I have no idea what he was
doing trying to drive his bike up this mountain road in a snow storm. Makes no
sense to me."
"Damn,
that complicates things considerably. The Feds are going to want in on this. When
can you come in for a statement?" the officer asked.
"In
about four months," Dan replied.
"What?"
came the shocked reply.
"Sorry,
but the mountain road is closed for the season. It will remain blocked with snow
until the spring. We're completely snowed in. I can get extra supplies air
dropped in but us getting out is up to Mother Nature," he explained.
"OK,
but I can reach you at this number?"
"As
long as the storms aren't interfering with the connection, yes," Dan
answered.
"Thank
you Mr. Bishop. I'll be contacting you once I find out how the Feds want to
handle this."
After
signing off Dan looked over to see Willow standing in the doorway watching him.
He gave her a smile which she returned. "I just have to send a note to
Andrei to fill him in. Can you come over here a minute?"
She
approached him and sat on his lap when he indicated he wanted her to sit. He
turned on the webcam on the PC and they posed for a quick snapshot. Then he
asked her to look into the camera and took a close up of just her face.
"I'm
going to send these along to Andrei. The family is going to be very curious
about you and Andrei will need the close up for his investigator. I'm going to ask
him to have them do some discreet searches based on the information you gave
me. One thing you should know, as Andrei is a Russian national, all of my
communications with him are very likely monitored by Homeland Security. I'm not
worried about it but I just wanted you to know as well. Okay?" he asked.
Willow
nodded at him with wide eyes. He just smiled at her with wonder at how good she
made him feel. He gently pulled her face down to his and kissed her tenderly.
She moaned a little and hugged him fiercely. After he returned her hug he had
her stand again so he could prepare the email for Andrei. Willow sat on the
floor beside his chair and rested her head on his thigh. He was going to
protest but she looked so content he turned back to the keyboard. Once he had
described the events of the past two days (omitting the racy bits) and included
the chronology he'd gotten from Willow he completed the note to Andrei,
attached the images and sent it off. He turned back to Willow and ran his
fingers through her hair. He felt her purr in pleasure at his touch. He tucked
a tablet PC under his arm, helped lift Willow to her feet then they walked back
into the kitchen. Dan started the oven, slid the pizza inside, and set the
timer. Dan took her hand and they walked into the living room. They sat
together on one of the sofas and snuggled under a blanket while they waited for
the pizza.
"Speaking
of comfortable..." he smiled and continued "I think we'd better order
you some clothes and other items you may need."
Willow
looked out the window at the continuing blizzard and back at him.
"How?" was all she could say.
Dan
smiled at her and pulled a tablet PC from under the blanket. "Through the
magic of the Internet!" he said with a flourish. All he got for his
theatrics was a puzzled expression. "Okay, I'll let you in on the secret.
We order stuff and get it delivered to my buddy Wally's place. Then he delivers
it by air drop in the meadow just past the small forest to the east of the
house. Wally's a pilot and enjoys the challenge of precision payload delivery.
I'll set up the target and he drops the delivery bundle on it. If he's within 3
feet of the target I owe him a beer. If not, he owes me one."
Willow
was still looking at him like he was a little nuts so he just flipped on the
tablet and proceeded to load up the webpage for an online clothing retailer.
First he had to figure out her size. He found the help page and saw how he
needed to determine her measurements.
He
gave Willow the tablet and rushed off to the workshop where he grabbed a cloth
tape measure. Granted it had a one hundred foot spool and was used for more
industrial purposes but it would work. He grabbed the pencil and pad on the way
back to Willow and asked her to stand. Using the tape measure he recorded her
measurements on the pad and Willow had a good giggle at how flustered Dan got
when he had to measure her for a bra.
Now
that he had the details out of the way Dan took Willow through the webpages
where she could see the clothes. Dan watched her face to see if she liked any
of the clothes but when she didn't react to any of them he started to suspect
she didn't realize what they were doing.
"Willow,
do you understand I want to buy you some clothes? Have you ever gone shopping
for clothes?" he asked.
She
glanced at him and shook her head.
"So
people just brought you clothes and you wore them whether you liked them or
not?" he asked.
She
nodded but had a puzzled look on her face.
"OK,
I'd like you to try imagining yourself in one of the outfits you see on this
page and let me know which one you think might look good on you and be nice to
have."
Willow
looked at the models on the page and turned her eyes back to him. "Which
ones do you like?" she asked.
That
stopped him short. He realized that she couldn't make this kind of decision.
She'd been basically a living dress up doll for quite possibly most of her life
and only wore clothes at the whim of her 'masters' to please them.
Well,
he wasn't going to make her feel bad about it now. He turned his eyes back to the
page and studied what the models were wearing. He finally clued in that he had
no idea how to dress a woman. Guys were easy; undershirt, shirt, underwear,
pants, socks and you're done. Mixing and matching? Please. He needed help.
Female help.
He
heard a chirping and realized he had an incoming call on the PC. He got up
again and hustled into the communications room. Willow was right behind him. He
sat and she sunk to kneel next to his chair. He suppressed his annoyance as her
reaction might just be an automatic reaction for her. He'd talk to her about it
later. Dan answered the call and Kira Noskov's face appeared on the screen. At
her elbow was her youngest daughter, Katya. The picture was choppy as the
signal was weak but that didn't diminish the brilliance of the woman's smile as
she greeted him.
"Hello
Daniel! We received your message and I wanted to call you immediately to
congratulate you two! You make a beautiful couple! I've been telling you for
years to find yourself a woman. You've finally taken my advice!" she
laughed.
Dan
realized that Kira read more into the photo he'd sent of Willow sitting on his
lap than he'd intended. He looked down at Willow and saw the smile on her face
and knew he couldn't try to explain it now. "Thank you Kira! And hello
Katya!"
"Svetlana
is crying, DanDan. She is not happy," Katya said, using her pet name for
him.
Kira
looked pained then apologetic. "Not to worry Daniel, Svetlana has been
holding onto her hero worship too long. She will grow from this and her tears
will dry."
Dan's
expression froze and twitched as he realized he'd fucked up again and hurt the
young girl unintentionally. He knew she'd had a crush on him. They had a strong
bond from what they'd gone through together. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I
never meant to hurt her." His PTSD surfaced with a series of twitches.
Kira's
voice grew firm, "Daniel, stop this. You are not responsible for
Svetlana's happiness or tears." She turned to Katya and said something
quietly to the girl who vanished out of the frame. Willow got worried at Dan's
stricken expression so she stood and took his face in her hands and turned his
face to hers so she could look into his eyes. He was slightly dazed but his
eyes came back into focus when they were looking into the vibrant green depths
of Willow's eyes. He heaved a sigh and came back to the present.
Kira
witnessed the transformation with a satisfied smile on her face. There were
tears in the corners of her eyes as she saw her friend pulled back from an
attack. She was convinced that this young woman was just the medicine her
Daniel had been missing all of these years. She didn't approve of his
self-imposed solitude but he hadn't listen to her protests. She didn't know
anything else about this woman but she was good for him, this much she knew.
Svetlana
appeared in the picture and took in the shaken expression on Dan's face and the
beautiful woman holding him. Her jealousy flared terribly to see another woman
touching Dan. She'd vowed she'd marry him so many years ago when he'd saved her
and her family. But she couldn't bear the thought that she'd caused him pain.
Above all else she knew the scars he carried from that day and how long he'd
struggled with them.
"Da, Daniel! I am so pleased to see you looking well! Please
know that I am well and happy for you! Do not worry about me! I have many
friends here and many boyfriends- I mean many who would like to be my
boyfriend!" she corrected herself before her mother could protest. She
looked at the annoyed expression on her mother's face then gave Daniel one more
forced smile and left the picture."
Kira came back into the picture. "If there is anything we can do Daniel
please let us know."
Dan
pulled himself together and looked at Willow with gratitude. "First off, I'd
like to introduce you officially to Willow."
Willow
smiled uncertainly at the screen but Kira graciously took the conversation from
there. "Hello Willow! My name is Kira. I am so pleased to meet you!"
Uncertain
what to do as she'd never spoken to anyone over a computer before much less
been allowed to speak without permission Willow just nodded her head towards
the screen. Dan rubbed her back and felt her jump slightly at his touch then
she climbed up and snuggled on his lap.
Dan
was uncomfortable with such a display in front of Kira but couldn't scold her
for the damage that might do. Kira seemed to be enjoying his blush as she wore
a big grin on her face. Then he thought of something. "There is one thing
I would like to ask of you actually. I have no clothes for Willow here at the
house and we're snowed in. I was going to order some online and have Wally
airdrop them but I have no idea what to order. I've never had to buy women's
clothes before and Willow hasn't ever chosen her own clothes. If I gave you the
credentials for my online account could I ask you to shop for the clothes
she'll need for the next 4 months?"
"That
I can do! Send me her measurements and I will place the order," Kira said
with a smile.
"Thank
you so much! Please speak to Svetlana for me! You know I think the world of
her, and Irina and Katya! I would never do anything to hurt them!" he
blurted and glanced awkwardly at the blond curled on his lap.
Kira
made placating gestures. "They know you do and they all love you for it.
Some a little too strongly. Not to worry Daniel. Because they love you they
understand. I will speak with you soon as will Andrei. Goodbye, Willow!"
and she disconnected.
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Once
they were both clean they were breathing hard and standing facing each other.
The moment he leaned towards her lips she surged forward to press hers against
his. His tongue slipped forward to brush against hers and suddenly she was
sucking at his tongue. His hands came up and cupped her breasts and he gently
took her nipples between his thumb and finger, feeling the little gold barbells
and rings dangle from them. Willow gasped into his mouth and he felt Willow's
legs buckle a little. She was beginning to make those needy yips as she rolled
her hips. She tugged, but he jolted back.
"Willow,
I don't have any condoms and I doubt Percy had the decency to put you on the
pill. We can't."
"I
can't get pregnant," was all she said as she tugged at him.
"What?"
he gasped, as it was difficult holding a conversation with her.
"The
doctor made sure I couldn't have babies so it's okay," she said in a
matter of fact tone.
His
head was spinning. He was still incredibly worked up and wanted to take Willow
right now, but she'd just dropped a bomb from her past in his lap and his mind
was reeling with the implications of her words.
"Please!
I need it!" she whined as he continued to hold her off while he tried to
get his head back in the game. Willow dropped to her knees in one movement.
First her lips were sliding, then her nose was buried against his stomach. He
could feel her swallowing but he couldn't feel her breathing so he pulled back
until he heard her gasp.
Willow
got to her feet then turned around and put her hands against the shower wall,
pushing her ass back. She rubbed him up and down her crack a few times. Dan
grabbed her hips and Willow sighed. She was surprisingly tight and he couldn't
get over how amazing she felt.
Willow
was moaning loudly and bearing down with her joyous cries she was loving every
second. He could not exploit her vulnerable mental state, but knew that
rejection was beyond her capacity to tolerate. So he continued to caress her
and gently show her that she was precious and respected.
The
feeling of real love was enough to set her body into what seemed like multiple
waves of ecstasy. Somehow Dan had found an amazing tool of therapy for this
sexually abused woman.
He
pulled her back to stand upright. This sensation and her cries of joy triggered
him. For good measure he gave her neck a gentle kiss and felt her trigger off
again.
He
held her exhausted body suspended between his arm circling her chest and his
other arm around her hip. She leaned back against his chest and her breath came
out in deep gasps.
Once
their breathing had returned to normal Dan set her feet back on the floor. He
looked at her and said "We need to talk about what you said about the
doctor. I need to hear the whole story, but later." He tenderly washed
between her legs. Then he shampooed and conditioned her hair once more. God he
loved running his fingers through her hair and from the way she moaned and
purred he knew she loved it too. He washed his hair, rinsed off, and turned the
water off. They stepped out and dried off with their thick towels together. He
replaced her bandages once more with dry ones. They padded into his bedroom and
Dan remembered her clothes should be ready in the dryer. He quickly collected
them and brought them back to her. He inspected the garments and saw the jeans
were largely undamaged though there were some grease stains on the lower legs
he suspected came from riding the motorcycle. Her shirt had a tear where the
branch had pierced her shoulder. He could probably fix it but it wouldn't be
pretty. He flipped it over and for the first time noticed the faded word across
the back. It said 'Bitch'. He frowned. That asshole probably made her wear it.
He wouldn't let her wear this again. He ripped it in two between his hands. He
looked up and saw Willow staring at him wide eyed.
"Sorry,
the shirt had a word on it that doesn't belong on you. You won't be wearing
clothes like that with me. You deserve better," he said.
She
smiled shyly at him. He saw she was struggling to get the bikini top on. Now
that he was an 'expert' he showed her how to tie the lower string first under
her tits (while struggling to keep his hands off of them), spin the knot around
to the back, and pull the cups up, tying the top strings behind her neck.
With
his hands behind her neck, feeling her damp but now much smoother hair
caressing his hands he saw she was looking into his eyes. He leaned forward and
kissed her lips tenderly. He just wanted to feel her amazing lips on his as her
kiss was so sweet. Willow's eyes closed and she swayed a little when he pulled
back. His heart hurt she was so lovely. How anyone could hurt someone so
beautiful was beyond him. He pulled her into a hug and squeezed her body
against his, wanting to protect her with his strength and relishing the
intimacy. Her arms wrapped around his chest and he felt her shiver. He pulled
back and looked at her questioningly. He saw tears sliding down her cheeks.
"What's
wrong?" he asked gently.
"I've
never felt like this before," she whispered and hiccupped. "I feel so
safe in your arms." She clung to him and pressed her face against his
neck. He squeezed her to him again, feeling her tremble against him. They stood
like that for a while. Once her trembling calmed he stepped back and gave her a
smile which she returned. Her eyes glowed and she seemed as relaxed as he'd
ever seen her.
Chapter 3
Dan
gave Willow a tour of the 'log cabin' which was more accurately described as a
log mansion. He was rather proud of the building as it showcased his
engineering expertise. The building was all on one level and followed the
natural contours of the hillside in a serpentine curve with a magnificent view
of the surrounding mountains, or in this case the blizzard which continued to
rage into its second day. Under the gleaming hardwood flooring the entire
structure was built on a poured concrete base with in-floor heating courtesy of
a complex network of piping linked to the hot springs and an even more complex
computer control system. The power needed to support the electronics and the
rest of the house was fed by a huge series of batteries stored in an
underground bunker built into the hillside. This array was on a constant
trickle feed from multiple sources. Wind turbines, solar panels, geothermal,
and even a small hydro turbine generator tapping into an underground river they
discovered during construction. All said, they had energy to spare.
Beyond
the amazing array of technology he'd built into the mansion the building
contained all the comforts you could ask for. There was a huge living room with
a large stone fireplace surrounded by deep comfy couches and facing a panoramic
view of the mountainside. A large deck started on the northern side of the
house and wrapped around to the western side to create a huge, two level
socializing area in front of the living and dining room windows. Behind the
living room built into the mountain was a large home theatre with stadium
seating for twelve, three rows of four comfy recliners. Next to the living room
was a large dining room with a massive polished slab of shiny hardwood for a
table and seating for twelve. The next room was the kitchen which Willow was
familiar with. There was an enormous pantry off the kitchen and a second door
which led to the communications/control center for the house which doubled as a
safe room. The table in the kitchen sat six and there was a deck accessible by
a door next to the table. Exiting from the other side of the kitchen was a
corridor which had the laundry room on one side, a utility room on the other,
and continued on to the five big guest bedrooms each having a small seating
area and a dedicated full washroom. The final bedroom was the master which had
an enormous washroom suite, a walk-in closet, and a decent sized office. On the
uphill side of the building at this point was the garage, a concrete and steel
bunker built right into the mountainside. It was deep and wide enough for eight
vehicles and at its far end was a complete metal and wood working workshop with
all the required tools for maintaining the house. The roof deck of the garage
was the home for communication dishes, a large greenhouse with a pool area
again heated by the hot spring. There was interior access to the pool area by a
spiral staircase in the garage.
When
Dan led Willow back to the kitchen she was looking a little overwhelmed.
"So...
you're rich?" she asked quietly.
"Rich?"
he replied in surprise. Then he smiled and said "I designed and built the
home but it's not mine. I just live in it during the winter months when no one
else is here. The home is owned by the Noskov family from Russia. They are...
incredibly rich, and generous. I was unofficially adopted by the Noskov's when
I... helped get them out of a hot zone in Iraq during the war. They let me
build them this house and I get to live in it. They also set me up with a...
trust fund I guess you'd call it. When I need something I can tap into it. I
don't think I'm rich but I'm pretty comfortable. I mean I have my engineering
degree and the stuff I learned building this house has set me up in a very
lucrative business of designing custom energy systems for people wanting to
live off the grid. I have patents pending on several of the components and
their designs. There is also a waiting list of customers wanting me to design
for their specific environments. I can do most of that right from here. All
that brings in a good income... huh, maybe I am rich or at least have the
potential to be!" he smiled at the delight in Willow's eyes.
Dan busied himself making some herbal tea. It still wasn't time
for dinner yet but a snack would be good. He wanted to ensure Willow started
taking in the calories she needed to get back to a healthy weight. He dropped
some bread slices in the toaster and pulled out the peanut butter. He poured
the tea and sweetened it for Willow. He spread the peanut butter on toast
watching it melt. Then he stopped. Dan was pissed at himself again but he kept
that anger inside so he wouldn't spook Willow. He just made an assumption that might
have been really bad for her. "Willow, are you allergic to anything? Like
nuts?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she replied.
"Have
you eaten peanut butter before? Do you like it?" Dan asked.
"Yes,
I love peanut butter but I've never had it on toast," she said.
Dan
shook off the tremble that crept up his back. He needed to know more about her
to prevent something like this from happening again. He saw the notepad was
still on the table. He carried the herbal teas to the table then brought Willow
her peanut butter toast.
She
looked at him when she saw he didn't have any toast in front of him.
"You
need the calories. I'll wait for dinner," he said with a smile.
Willow
carefully picked up her toast and took a small bite. When the warm peanut
butter hit her tongue a broad smile spread across her face. "I LOVE peanut
butter toast!" she gushed. She took a few more bites.
He
grinned at her delight and picked up the notepad. After a sip of his tea he
looked at Willow and asked "I hope you don't mind but I'd like to see how
much more of your history we can fill in." She continued to munch on the
toast and sip at the tea but gave him a nod.
"Do
you recall the name of the man Percy, uh, took you from?" He still felt
weird saying that.
"Herman
Denk. He was a doctor. He gave me my new tits and fixed me so I couldn't make
babies or have a period." she said.
Dan's
stomach clenched. She said it like it was nothing but Dan was grateful to Percy
for having killed the bastard who butchered Willow for his own needs and
enjoyment. He took a deep breath and wrote down the Doctor's name and the
approximate year he died. "Do you recall how long you lived with Herman?
How many winters or summers?" he asked her next.
Willow
looked confused then sad. "Herman lived in Las Vegas and I stayed inside
in my room most of the time when he wasn't taking me out to parties. I don't
remember how long that was but I think I stayed with him the longest. Before we
moved to Las Vegas we were in Florida. That's where he poisoned and killed
Officer Warren Greggs and took me from him. Officer Greggs used his handcuffs
on me a lot and beat me because I wasn't worthy of having sex with him. That's
where these scars came from." She showed him the rough white ridges
encircling both of her wrists. Obviously the cuffs had done some serious damage
to her skin at that time as the scar tissue was extensive. "He kept me
chained in a room in his basement. When I got sick Officer Greggs brought
Herman to fix me. We moved to Las Vegas after Officer Greggs was dead."
Dan
was feeling a little queasy but while Willow was feeling talkative he'd get the
information from her. As long as he had names and knew they had died he could
find their obituaries and work out a timeline from that. He jotted down some
notes and nodded at Willow to continue.
"Madam
Tallia was my Mistress before Officer Greggs took me from her. She lived in a
big old house in Georgia. She was angry a lot. She had been hurt in a car
accident and she lost her eye. She wore a fancy eye patch but her mouth was so
cruel. She told me I looked just like the bitch who destroyed her beauty. She
would tie me up and burn my arms and legs with her cigarettes." Willow
pointed out a few of the older circular scars running up her arms. "She
told me that she was saving my face for later. I was always terrified that she
was going to burn my face. Officer Greggs was at one of her parties. He found
me tied up in my bedroom and put me in the trunk of his car. He told me he
burned Mistress Tallia's house down with her inside."
Willow
took a long sip of her tea to moisten her throat as she was unaccustomed to
talking for so long.
"Mistress
Tallia got me from Mr. Bill who brought me to one of her parties. Mistress
Tallia called him Buffalo Bill because she said he was from that 'miserable
place'. She told me that she wasn't going to give me back to Mr. Bill. She told
me she gave him poisoned heroin so he wouldn't come back to get me the morning
after the party and he didn't so I guess he's dead. When I was with Mr. Bill we
moved around a lot and we lived out of his car. I don't remember his last name.
Sometimes he gave me drugs and I would forget things. He loaned me out to
people who gave him drugs and took me to lots of sex parties. I think Mr. Bill
bought me from my mom's boyfriend when she died." Willow's voice ran out
at that point. It was the longest Dan had ever heard her speak and while the
subject matter was horrific to him, he was so glad that he got her story. He
could work with this.
"Do
you remember your mom's name?" he asked gently. She thought about it then
shook her head sadly.
"Do
you remember how old you were when your mom died?" he asked.
Willow
sat quietly for a minute thinking. "I remember... a tenth birthday party.
I think it was shortly after that when some men came to the house looking for
mom's boyfriend. I was playing outside but I heard them yelling 'where is he'.
When they left I went inside and she was dead. When her boyfriend got home he
took me with him in the car and we drove away. He met Mr. Bill at a truck stop
on the highway and sold me to him."
Dan
sat looking at Willow. He couldn't breathe. His chest felt tight. Her mother
was murdered when she was 10 and she was immediately sold off into the sex
trade and slavery? How could that not screw you up? He opened his arms and
Willow was immediately curled up on his lap and in his arms. They sat like that
for quite a while, just holding each other and rocking gently. It gave Dan time
to think.
Dan
felt completely inadequate for the task of healing Willow. He knew he could
love her and was surprised that he was already starting to feel that way
towards her. He reminded himself that they'd only met the day before and
there'd been a lot of intense emotion involved in that short time. Before he
started throwing words like love around he needed to get some perspective.
Difficult to get when her soft body was clinging to him.
Based
on her account she'd been held captive by five people and had been raped and
tortured multiple times by them and raped by many others starting from a very
early age. Now she was with him. Was she better off? He'd already had sex with
her, multiple times in the very short time he'd known her. And he'd killed for
her as they had. He was willing to grant that in his case at least it really
had been kill or be killed and her life was at risk at the time. That said it
was easy for him to see how similar he was to previous 'masters'. God, his skin
crawled when he thought of himself in those terms. Maybe that was the
difference? He didn't want to be her master. He wanted her to be a whole
person. He wasn't sure that was going to be possible considering her past. But
he knew he would do what he could to help her regain as much as she could. He
felt so protective of her! He wasn't clear where that came from but it
certainly didn't seem harmful to her so he felt okay about letting her see
that.
The
first thing he could do to help her was get her identity back. With the
information he had an investigator should be able to connect the dots to get
back to the start. Then he could get her birth certificate, then a passport, an
identity. Maybe it was just his paranoia but he wanted a discreet
investigation. There had been at least one police officer involved in her
abduction and Percy's gang was not going to be too friendly to someone who
killed one of their members. He was again over his head but he knew someone
that could help.
"I
could stay here all day holding you but I need to make a call and send a note.
I have to report Percy's death to the police or things could get messy. And I
have to contact Andrei Noskov, the man who owns this house, to ask a favor. I
thought we'd cook up a frozen pizza for dinner tonight. Can I ask you to go to
the walk-in freezer in the garage and pick one out? They're on the rack to the
left and there should be a supreme on top but any will do." She stood and
headed off to the garage.
Dan
walked into the communications room and checked the signal strength. The storm
seemed to be winding down but it still had the potential for affecting the line
of sight antenna. He'd prefer not to use the satellite phone to contact the
police as he wasn't sure how long he'd be on the line. He used the PC to dial
up the nearest state police station and waited for someone to answer. He heard
some weird stuttering on the line so he knew his connection was fairly weak.
When someone finally answered he asked for Officer Benson or Officer Duncan as
he'd met them and his instincts said they were okay. Not the best gauge but it
was what he had. Benson was gone for the day but Duncan was just coming on
shift so Dan was put through to his desk.
"Officer
Duncan." He sounded tired.
"Hello,
my name's Dan Bishop. I live at the Noskov Estate off Mountain Road 23 up on
Peacemill Peak. I need to report a traffic accident, a shooting, and a
fatality."
"Sorry,
Mr. Bishop, this seems to be a bad line. Did you say a fatality?" Officer
Duncan asked.
"Yes,
a fatality. Sorry about the poor connection. The line of sight towers up here
on the mountain are having some trouble with the storm."
"Can
you give me the details before we lose our connection?" the officer asked.
The connection must have sounded worse on his end.
"Sure.
I was driving back to the house yesterday when that storm hit. I was just about
back to the house when I noticed someone hung up on one of the trees hanging
over the edge of the cliff. I stopped and went to see if I could help. There
was a trike motorcycle on a ledge 50 feet down and a badly injured man. He'd
gone through the guardrail. I tried to climb up to the woman stuck in the tree
but the man woke up and started shooting at us. He shot at me and then he hit
the woman twice. Once in the arm and once on the side of her helmet. I had to
drop the broken guardrail on him to stop him from shooting her. He fell to the
bottom of the gorge with his motorcycle. He's dead. Did you get all that?"
There
was silence for a bit and Dan thought he'd lost the connection when Officer
Duncan's voice came back on. "Yeah, I got it. Is there any access to that
gorge?"
"I
don't think so. It's very narrow and the river in it is pretty wild most of the
year. I have a buddy with a Sikorsky cargo helicopter that might be able to
lower someone with a line from above but it would be a long hairy ride down.
Anyway, I can send you the GPS coordinates. I had the entire area mapped when
we were building this place."
"What
about the woman?" Officer Duncan asked.
"I
got her back to the house before she froze to death and patched her wounds
which appear to be pretty minor. She's suffering from malnutrition and her
weight is very low. She may have some memory loss as she has been unable to
recall her name. She did remember the name of the man she was with. Percy
Jackson. From the marking I saw on his jacket I think he may have been a member
of a motorcycle gang, maybe the Blood Brothers. I have no idea what he was
doing trying to drive his bike up this mountain road in a snow storm. Makes no
sense to me."
"Damn,
that complicates things considerably. The Feds are going to want in on this. When
can you come in for a statement?" the officer asked.
"In
about four months," Dan replied.
"What?"
came the shocked reply.
"Sorry,
but the mountain road is closed for the season. It will remain blocked with snow
until the spring. We're completely snowed in. I can get extra supplies air
dropped in but us getting out is up to Mother Nature," he explained.
"OK,
but I can reach you at this number?"
"As
long as the storms aren't interfering with the connection, yes," Dan
answered.
"Thank
you Mr. Bishop. I'll be contacting you once I find out how the Feds want to
handle this."
After
signing off Dan looked over to see Willow standing in the doorway watching him.
He gave her a smile which she returned. "I just have to send a note to
Andrei to fill him in. Can you come over here a minute?"
She
approached him and sat on his lap when he indicated he wanted her to sit. He
turned on the webcam on the PC and they posed for a quick snapshot. Then he
asked her to look into the camera and took a close up of just her face.
"I'm
going to send these along to Andrei. The family is going to be very curious
about you and Andrei will need the close up for his investigator. I'm going to ask
him to have them do some discreet searches based on the information you gave
me. One thing you should know, as Andrei is a Russian national, all of my
communications with him are very likely monitored by Homeland Security. I'm not
worried about it but I just wanted you to know as well. Okay?" he asked.
Willow
nodded at him with wide eyes. He just smiled at her with wonder at how good she
made him feel. He gently pulled her face down to his and kissed her tenderly.
She moaned a little and hugged him fiercely. After he returned her hug he had
her stand again so he could prepare the email for Andrei. Willow sat on the
floor beside his chair and rested her head on his thigh. He was going to
protest but she looked so content he turned back to the keyboard. Once he had
described the events of the past two days (omitting the racy bits) and included
the chronology he'd gotten from Willow he completed the note to Andrei,
attached the images and sent it off. He turned back to Willow and ran his
fingers through her hair. He felt her purr in pleasure at his touch. He tucked
a tablet PC under his arm, helped lift Willow to her feet then they walked back
into the kitchen. Dan started the oven, slid the pizza inside, and set the
timer. Dan took her hand and they walked into the living room. They sat
together on one of the sofas and snuggled under a blanket while they waited for
the pizza.
"Speaking
of comfortable..." he smiled and continued "I think we'd better order
you some clothes and other items you may need."
Willow
looked out the window at the continuing blizzard and back at him.
"How?" was all she could say.
Dan
smiled at her and pulled a tablet PC from under the blanket. "Through the
magic of the Internet!" he said with a flourish. All he got for his
theatrics was a puzzled expression. "Okay, I'll let you in on the secret.
We order stuff and get it delivered to my buddy Wally's place. Then he delivers
it by air drop in the meadow just past the small forest to the east of the
house. Wally's a pilot and enjoys the challenge of precision payload delivery.
I'll set up the target and he drops the delivery bundle on it. If he's within 3
feet of the target I owe him a beer. If not, he owes me one."
Willow
was still looking at him like he was a little nuts so he just flipped on the
tablet and proceeded to load up the webpage for an online clothing retailer.
First he had to figure out her size. He found the help page and saw how he
needed to determine her measurements.
He
gave Willow the tablet and rushed off to the workshop where he grabbed a cloth
tape measure. Granted it had a one hundred foot spool and was used for more
industrial purposes but it would work. He grabbed the pencil and pad on the way
back to Willow and asked her to stand. Using the tape measure he recorded her
measurements on the pad and Willow had a good giggle at how flustered Dan got
when he had to measure her for a bra.
Now
that he had the details out of the way Dan took Willow through the webpages
where she could see the clothes. Dan watched her face to see if she liked any
of the clothes but when she didn't react to any of them he started to suspect
she didn't realize what they were doing.
"Willow,
do you understand I want to buy you some clothes? Have you ever gone shopping
for clothes?" he asked.
She
glanced at him and shook her head.
"So
people just brought you clothes and you wore them whether you liked them or
not?" he asked.
She
nodded but had a puzzled look on her face.
"OK,
I'd like you to try imagining yourself in one of the outfits you see on this
page and let me know which one you think might look good on you and be nice to
have."
Willow
looked at the models on the page and turned her eyes back to him. "Which
ones do you like?" she asked.
That
stopped him short. He realized that she couldn't make this kind of decision.
She'd been basically a living dress up doll for quite possibly most of her life
and only wore clothes at the whim of her 'masters' to please them.
Well,
he wasn't going to make her feel bad about it now. He turned his eyes back to the
page and studied what the models were wearing. He finally clued in that he had
no idea how to dress a woman. Guys were easy; undershirt, shirt, underwear,
pants, socks and you're done. Mixing and matching? Please. He needed help.
Female help.
He
heard a chirping and realized he had an incoming call on the PC. He got up
again and hustled into the communications room. Willow was right behind him. He
sat and she sunk to kneel next to his chair. He suppressed his annoyance as her
reaction might just be an automatic reaction for her. He'd talk to her about it
later. Dan answered the call and Kira Noskov's face appeared on the screen. At
her elbow was her youngest daughter, Katya. The picture was choppy as the
signal was weak but that didn't diminish the brilliance of the woman's smile as
she greeted him.
"Hello
Daniel! We received your message and I wanted to call you immediately to
congratulate you two! You make a beautiful couple! I've been telling you for
years to find yourself a woman. You've finally taken my advice!" she
laughed.
Dan
realized that Kira read more into the photo he'd sent of Willow sitting on his
lap than he'd intended. He looked down at Willow and saw the smile on her face
and knew he couldn't try to explain it now. "Thank you Kira! And hello
Katya!"
"Svetlana
is crying, DanDan. She is not happy," Katya said, using her pet name for
him.
Kira
looked pained then apologetic. "Not to worry Daniel, Svetlana has been
holding onto her hero worship too long. She will grow from this and her tears
will dry."
Dan's
expression froze and twitched as he realized he'd fucked up again and hurt the
young girl unintentionally. He knew she'd had a crush on him. They had a strong
bond from what they'd gone through together. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I
never meant to hurt her." His PTSD surfaced with a series of twitches.
Kira's
voice grew firm, "Daniel, stop this. You are not responsible for
Svetlana's happiness or tears." She turned to Katya and said something
quietly to the girl who vanished out of the frame. Willow got worried at Dan's
stricken expression so she stood and took his face in her hands and turned his
face to hers so she could look into his eyes. He was slightly dazed but his
eyes came back into focus when they were looking into the vibrant green depths
of Willow's eyes. He heaved a sigh and came back to the present.
Kira
witnessed the transformation with a satisfied smile on her face. There were
tears in the corners of her eyes as she saw her friend pulled back from an
attack. She was convinced that this young woman was just the medicine her
Daniel had been missing all of these years. She didn't approve of his
self-imposed solitude but he hadn't listen to her protests. She didn't know
anything else about this woman but she was good for him, this much she knew.
Svetlana
appeared in the picture and took in the shaken expression on Dan's face and the
beautiful woman holding him. Her jealousy flared terribly to see another woman
touching Dan. She'd vowed she'd marry him so many years ago when he'd saved her
and her family. But she couldn't bear the thought that she'd caused him pain.
Above all else she knew the scars he carried from that day and how long he'd
struggled with them.
"Da, Daniel! I am so pleased to see you looking well! Please
know that I am well and happy for you! Do not worry about me! I have many
friends here and many boyfriends- I mean many who would like to be my
boyfriend!" she corrected herself before her mother could protest. She
looked at the annoyed expression on her mother's face then gave Daniel one more
forced smile and left the picture."
Kira came back into the picture. "If there is anything we can do Daniel
please let us know."
Dan
pulled himself together and looked at Willow with gratitude. "First off, I'd
like to introduce you officially to Willow."
Willow
smiled uncertainly at the screen but Kira graciously took the conversation from
there. "Hello Willow! My name is Kira. I am so pleased to meet you!"
Uncertain
what to do as she'd never spoken to anyone over a computer before much less
been allowed to speak without permission Willow just nodded her head towards
the screen. Dan rubbed her back and felt her jump slightly at his touch then
she climbed up and snuggled on his lap.
Dan
was uncomfortable with such a display in front of Kira but couldn't scold her
for the damage that might do. Kira seemed to be enjoying his blush as she wore
a big grin on her face. Then he thought of something. "There is one thing
I would like to ask of you actually. I have no clothes for Willow here at the
house and we're snowed in. I was going to order some online and have Wally
airdrop them but I have no idea what to order. I've never had to buy women's
clothes before and Willow hasn't ever chosen her own clothes. If I gave you the
credentials for my online account could I ask you to shop for the clothes
she'll need for the next 4 months?"
"That
I can do! Send me her measurements and I will place the order," Kira said
with a smile.
"Thank
you so much! Please speak to Svetlana for me! You know I think the world of
her, and Irina and Katya! I would never do anything to hurt them!" he
blurted and glanced awkwardly at the blond curled on his lap.
Kira
made placating gestures. "They know you do and they all love you for it.
Some a little too strongly. Not to worry Daniel. Because they love you they
understand. I will speak with you soon as will Andrei. Goodbye, Willow!"
and she disconnected.
To
Be Continued in part 4, based on a post by BurntRedstone
for Literotica