This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments art Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.
"I never meant to start a war" – Jordin Sparks, Battlefield
Rolling down the streets towards the warehouse district, Dragon made a call.
"Hello, this be Tad McDragough. I need to speak with Lorena?"
After a short pause, the familiar voice of the woman who had set up the Spot years ago and who was one of Dragon's closest friends came on the line.
"Dragon, good to hear from you, What do you need?"
"Ah need you, luv. Right now. I'm on my way to see you." He replied.
"A bit sudden," Lorena replied with a chuckle. "I'm not ready to accept visitors right now, even roguish Scotsman."
"No like that, luv. I've got a bit of a pickle ah need some advice with. Can you get some of the experienced group together. Ah need a conference."
Fifteen minutes later, in a room off the main warehouse that was the sex-positive playground for adults called the Spot, Dragon was pacing in front of a mall group of the most experienced Dominants, Dommes, Masters, Mistress and players on the entire city.
"All ah know is what I saw. The poor girl had welts all over her. The bastard had beaten her with a belt full body. She had old scars as well. This has been going on for months. She doesn't have the strength to pull away. I took his collar off her, and I will stand for her against him. Nobody deserves this."
"Damn right nobody deserves that. This is supposed to be SSC." John said, one of the long time Masters in the group. He'd had slaves and subs for more than thirty years and was considered one of the best in the state.
"You took his collar? So you're going to challenge him then?" Andrea asked. She was a Gorean Domme, owning male and female slaves with a very firm hand in the real lifestyle that was closely matched to the John Norman books.
"He's not within the law, Drea. That means his actions have allowed for somebody to take his slave and now I need to know what you think I should do about him?"
"Are you going to take the girl for yourself?" Steve asked. He was a 911 dispatcher by day and a spanking Dom by night. He and his married slut, Grrl had been together for a number of years and he always always willing to lend a hand with legal advice and guidance where necessary.
"Tae be honest, I barely know her. She works at the coffee house I go to most days, but I've had nary a word lengthwise with her." Dragon replied.
"You've taken the first step, Tad. You took her collar. You have to follow it through if you want to get through to her rational mind." Drea said, then got up and took Dragon's hand. "You just pulled away the only anchor she had. It's a crappy one, yes. But it was a focus for her. Now she has no focus. For her to heal, she will need focus again. Otherwise she's going to drift and get hooked up with some other animal who will do the same thing, or worse, to her."
"What are ye saying? I need to collar her now? Take her as mine so I can repair her?" Dragon asked.
"Yes." John said. "Do that. Make her believe that you have dominated her and are simply taking her. No request, just do it. She's in that mindset where she has to have a master, so take on that role. You let us deal with the son of a bitch that hurt her. You focus on healing the girl. Tad, you did this before with Karen, a month after you got here. Do it again, fix this girl."
"She needs medical help. She'd been beaten pretty severely." Dragon mused as his mind whirled. He didn't want to be a Master, but he also knew, that his own protective instincts had kicked in with this Kitty and she needed to be safe.
"I'll send Jake around, he and Trisha can patch her up. We're going to handle this our way. Steve, can you smooth the road for us?" Lorena said as she looked at Steve.
"I'll keep the patrols away and distract where I can. Can't do much if there's a direct call though."
"Of course not. We follow the letter of the law, even if we can stretch it a little. Tad, go back to your place. We're going to pull together and fix this issue. Thank you for bringing it to our attention." Lorena said as she went to the phone. Dragon nodded thanks to the group and went back to his bike.
Dragon rolled back to his house and was back in under an hour. The meeting and everything meant it was only just 10p when he pulled back into his driveway. Coming in, he heard crying, and found Charlene sitting on a chair, crying her eyes out as Kitty slept on the bed.
"Red, what be the matter?" He said, coming over to her and gathering her in his arms while she clutched at him.
"He tied her down, beat her with a whip, then raped her in the ass because she was ten minutes late to see him. She doesn't deserve this, not at all. What are we going to do?"
Dragon took her out of the bedroom, and sat on the couch, pulling her down to sit on his lap.
"Listen to me, lass. We're not going to let anything bad happen to her. You know me. Ah dinna ken allow any harm to come tae somebody I ken help it. But, she's messed up right now, she doesn't know left from right, and we've got to make her understand that what has been done to her is no right, otherwise she's going tae heal up and fall right back into the same mess again, with some other bastard who'll hurt her possibly worse than this fella."
Charlene sat up a bit straighter and looked at Dragon. "What do you plan to do? How can we help her?"
"You know me lifestyle. I like the domination, control, all that stuff?" He said to her. Charlene nodded.
"Yon Kitty is in it a lot deeper than I tend to get. She seems to believe wholeheartedly that this fella owns her body and soul. We have to change her focus."
"I'm not to sure what you mean, Tad. This is not a game, she's really hurt." Charlene said, looking at him.
Dragon gently lifted her off his lap and went to the door just as the two people outside were about to knock. "Hello Jake, Trisha. The wee lass is in the back bedroom, follow me. Charlene, come."
Kitty woke up in a strange bed, but was wrapped in warm blankets and although she was in a lot of pain, she felt no fear, only agitation. She sat up as she noticed there were people in the room with her. She recognized Charlene, and her on-off Scottish boyfriend who liked Frapps, but the other two she didn't know.
"Where am I?" She asked as Jake and Trisha began to unpack their medical gear.
"You're safe, Kitty." Charlene said. "These people are medics. They're going to get you fixed up."
"I need to get home, I've got to work tomorrow." She said, but was prevented by rising by the male nurse, who gently but firmly kept her on the bed as he began to clean the wounds and lacerations around her mouth and then her wrists.
"No work for you, lass." the Scotsman said. "You'll stay here until we can get you better, and then we'll deal with this Master of yours who feels he can just beat you like raw meat until he's finished."
Trisha gently got Kitty to stand and they peeled off her clothing, allowing the extent of the damage to be visible. Charlene almost cried again as she saw how badly her friend had been beaten, but bit her lip and let the two medics do their work. Kitty was cleaned up, and then bandaged where the worst of the damage was, then despite her weak protests, she was given a dose of Demorol and Ativan to ease the pain and drop her anxiety level.
Charlene sat with her, cuddling her while Dragon talked with the two medics in the main room. They gave him some other pills to keep giving her for the next couple of days and then departed.
Kitty was asleep by the time Dragon came back in the room and he looked at Charlene, who looked like she was about to drop as well.
"Sleep in here with her, luv. I'll make the calls tomorrow and book us all some time off work. The wee lass needs help and we'll both need tae be able to give it tae her over the next few days. Rest now."
Charlene nodded, and pulling off her shirt and pants, curled up beside her friend and held her through the night as Kitty slept fitfully.
True to his word, Dragon called 'Bucks and booked both girls off for a week, then called his office and also took time off. Then he made a fresh pot of coffee and took a tray with three mugs, some sugar and cream, and some fresh bagels in to where both women were still sleeping.
Charlene woke to the smell of fresh hot coffee and eagerly took a mug to help wake her up. She got up out of the bed and followed Dragon back to the kitchen where she sat in her bra and panties while he leaned against the counter, sipping the coffee.
