I woke in a tangle of bloodied sheets. Cid was still out cold at the other end of the bed, his pale toes only inches from my face. The night before, Master Julien and Cid had played with me for hours. I had passed out from their attentions, and it seemed Cid had followed me soon afterward. The late afternoon sunlight gave little light in Cid's room, as I sat up slowly and cautiously stretched. I hurt in places I had never hurt in, but it was a warm and near happy ache.
Over the last two weeks, Cid's life and mine had become a veritable orgy. If we were not sleeping or eating we were fucking or being fucked. Áine was here some nights, but since Master had freed her she was out more often than not.
Master had outlined his few very lax rules to Cid and I. We were not to leave the five acre property the house sat on. Not to rape one another. And the basement was off limits. Other than those few rules we were free to do as we wished in the daylight hours. At night we were his. Though a night had yet to pass that I hadn't submitted to anything he asked.
I had been surprised that we had played in Cid's room. Master and Cid had never let me join in when they coupled. They often took turns fucking me, but not since the night of Cid's punishment had they allowed an audience. But even during the games in Cid's room last night, they had not come together.
I climbed out of bed, and padded across the hall to the bathroom. I did my business, turned on the dual head shower to let the water warm, then headed to the kitchen to start coffee.
In my long years of slavery I had forgotten the bless that was coffee. I set out two over-sized mugs next to the sugar already waiting to sweeten the drink. I knew that Cid preferred cream to dilute his coffee so I pulled that out of the well-stocked refrigerator, and placed it on the counter as well.
I returned to the shower to find Cid already enjoying the warmth of the water. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, my hand on the sliding glass door. I was less the broken thing I was when I arrived here, and more the person I might have been had I not been taken years ago.
"Of course not." He was washing shampoo from his hair, his eyes closed.
I stepped into the shower, and took advantage of the second shower head to wet myself, and began washing the dried blood and other fluids from my skin. My neck and shoulder ached from Master's sanguine kisses. The muscles under the skin were still torn, but the skin was without blemish. I might have some slight bruising, but no scars.
When she was with us, Áine had spent hours eating the many scars from my skin. The night that Master set her free, she had kissed nearly all of the scars from my neck, shoulders, and chest. Since that night she had cleaned the scars from my arms, and stomach. I still had a few scars between my legs and on them to be removed. She had promised to return to finish, and, as she said, to make me whole.
I washed the soap from my skin, and watched as Cid turned in the shower showing the eight healed scars that Master would not allow Áine to erase. I reached my hand out, and ran my fingertips just over the raised skin.
Cid froze under my touch, his shoulder hunching. "I've told you I'm sorry for what I did." He turned his head to look at me over his shoulder. "I should have left you be."
"I was tired, and in a form of shock that first night." I stepped into him, hugging him from behind. His height putting the curve of his ass against my stomach. "If you left my ass alone, and used a bit of lube, I would submit willingly to those attentions again."
He relaxed in my arms, and pushed his ass against my front. "Would you return the favor?"
"I've never taken someone in the way I think you mean, but we can discuss it, and I'd be happy to try." I ran my hand down his chest, and belly stopping just above his cock.
"Discuss it! I want you to fuck my ass." Cid laughed, taking my hand and wrapping it around his swelling cock. "Do you only let it just happen if Julien is involved?"
