Robin's Journey

Fear coursed through her body as she realized who was addressing her. He'd said, "my bushes" in reference to why she was doing lawn care at his villa naked. She was finally confronted with truly who she'd been given to serve. She had heard rumors of his many exploits in service to the Jefe and many of these were disturbing. Many of the guards feared him and some resented his position, likely she now knew, because he was apparently an American based on his voice. This was the man dating the sadistic Gabriela. Robin feared any man who would be with such a horrible woman.

Robin realized her mouth was open as she processed everything, causing him to chuckle, not unkindly.

"These are my chores Sir" Robin indicated once she found the courage. His quizzical look took her back. He seemed to not know about her.

"I'm your slave. The Jefe sent me here to...to be yours" she said quietly.

"Get up."

She tried to stand as numbness from kneeling for so long turned to pins and needles. Seeing her swaying as she tried to stand, he put his hands on her shoulders steadying her. She was acutely aware of her nakedness as this man stood so close to her, a man she would have found attractive back in her distant past life.

"I understand that, but why are you out here naked?"

"It's the rules, I'm not allowed to wear clothes" she replied, eyes downcast.

"Whose rules?"

"Please don't ask me that Sir, I don't want to be punished. Please." She whined.

"It's going to be ok" he said as his hand lifted her chin making her look into his concerned eyes. He then took off his white button-up shirt, leaving only the T he wore under. He held it towards her by the top, beckoning for her to put her arm into the sleeve.

"Sir...I can't..."

"You will not be punished, do it."

Robin's body shook due to the current unknowns, fear, and her general misery as she turned and slid one arm in. He noted her wince as she turned to slide her arm into the other proffered sleeve. Looking down and noting her injured feet, his look was stern. He patiently buttoned her shirt as she began to cry, not knowing really why. For the first time in literally months, her body was covered. He being larger than her, the shirt was big and covered her down to her thighs. She felt like a little girl, having her buttons done on the big shirt covering her.

"Get in the car" gesturing to the dusty but capable looking BMW idling nearby. He noted the pain in her steps as she moved towards it and easily picked her up in his arms. Carrying her the dozen or so feet to the car, he sat her down on the tops of his shoes so she didn't burn her feet on the hot asphalt. Opening the door, he helped her get inside. Her mind was overwhelmed as he drove the short distance up to the house and into the garage.

"Where do you stay?"

"In the small bedroom near yours" she voiced as he began to carry her inside.

As he opened the door to her room, he looked confused. "Where do you sleep?"

Robin simply pointed to the thin rug with the sheet neatly folded on top.

"Who directed this?"

Her facial expression and hesitation told him much. He knew Victoria would not have been so unkind and in his absence, the inside of the house was definitely her turf. No other staff would have questioned her judgement. Although her job was housekeeper, as an older woman who had been there for many years, she had much respect.

He decided against putting her in her room and instead carried her to his. Robin knew Gabriela was out shopping for the day, but was still nervous being here. In the past, this is where Gabriela had made her do many things against her will. He carried her to the bed and sat her on it. She was acutely aware of how dirty she was from working outside, how she must smell to him. Soon, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming and Gabriela's voice carrying through the house.

"Baby, welcome home" they heard as she announced her arrival. Robin's fear became a living thing at the sound.

"Wait here" he said as he left the room." Self-conscious about her sweat and dirt, Robin got off the clean bed and kneeled next to it as she'd been often made to do. She was terrified of what was to happen next.

Her thoughts raced as she heard at first quiet talking, then the argument started. As Gabriela's voice raised, her fear spiked. She knew she would be punished for this. It might not be today or tomorrow, but she knew it would happen. She heard Gabriela hurling accusations about Logan being weak to the gringa and not caring enough about his woman. She was having one of those melt-downs that all men dread. Eventually, she heard her storm out of the house, front door slamming, and squealing tires.

Logan walked in and smiled at her, "that went better than I thought" he chuckled. Going into the bathroom, he started a bath running. Coming back in, he leaned down, took her by both hands and lifted her, sitting her back on the bed. Although enjoying the all too rare kindness, Robin wondered when the rape would happen, this time from a man. Her thoughts were interrupted when he brought her cold water to drink. Having been outside all day she greedily drank it down, causing him to go get her more. Sometime later, he went to the bathroom and she heard the water stop.

"Go in and bath... It just occurred to me that I don't know your name."

"Am I allowed to have a name? I could only be called slave or worse for the past months" she quietly told him. His look told her to just answer the question.

"I was Robin" she quickly answered him.

"You are Robin. It's nice to meet you Robin, I'm Logan" he gently said to her.

He led her into the bathroom where the elegant tub filled with bubble bath awaited. Running some cold water into it to make sure it didn't hurt her, he got things ready. She was about to take off the shirt in front of him when he simply turned and left, closing the door behind. She stood for a second absorbing it all before she used the toilet then got into the soothing waters. The wounds on her feet stung for a bit, but the healing waters covering her was like a magic blanket helping dull the last few months. A few minutes later, a knock on the door followed by him entering.

She looked up, just her head protruding from the foamy bubbles. He smiled and sat a large glass of wine on the ledge of the built-in tub. Next to it, he sat some clothes. "Relax for as long as you like. I've asked Victoria to try to find what was done with your clothes. In the meantime, you can wear mine" he explained as he exited, closing the door behind.

Her empty stomach did flips as she first sipped the wine, but soon it left her feeling very warm inside, a different warm than the soothing water around her caused. She could hear him unpacking and occasionally speaking to someone, maybe Victoria or Andres.

She stayed in for a long time, eventually the cooling waters causing her to get out. She dried herself, gently dabbing at her sore feet. She then looked at the clothes. He'd brought her a large olive drab t-shirt that she had often seen on US military men. For below, there were a pair of synthetic boxer-briefs and checkered pajama pants. Lastly, there was a pair of soft white socks that would be huge on her, but would protect her feet. Not used to it, but enjoying every second, she put the clothes on, being fully covered for the first time since she arrived at the villa. She worked up the guts to walk back into the bedroom. If this man was going to rape her, maybe it would not be as bad as Gabriela.

"Feel better?" he said with a smile.

"Yes, much better, thank you Sir."

"You don't have to call me sir. You need to understand that I did not ask Jefe for a slave. Contrary to the opinion of many, I'm not an evil man."

"Sir if you don't have me as a slave, at best they will probably give me to someone else. At worst, they will kill me and maybe my family" she quietly but desperately explained to him.

"Robin, tell me your story. Tell me what led you to being here wearing my socks" he joked in attempt to make her relax.

As Robin began the story, Victoria brought him a sandwich as he'd missed lunch during the trip back to the villa. As Robin talked, her eyes followed the food like a pet. Occasionally her stomach growled, but she was still too much a slave to ask him for it. Eventually, he noticed a growl.

"What did you have for lunch?"

"I didn't have lunch Sir."

"Logan" he corrected.

"I didn't have any lunch Logan" she responded quietly.

"Victoria!" he called. Once she arrived he began asking detailed questions about how Robin had been treated. Victoria pulled no punches and put it all out there, all the cruelty. Robin blushed while Victoria gently explained that she'd been used sexually.

"Bring some more food please" he asked Victoria.

"Let's have a look at those feet" he said while moving his chair close to the bed, picking her foot up and laying it on his lap. Carefully rolling off he sock, she saw concern in his eyes as he had a close look at the cuts, bruises and general sad state of her feet. His big hands were hard, but he handled her very carefully.

"This is going to hurt, but I will be as gentle as I can." He gently began tending to her. Where there were blisters, he nipped them so they would drain, then he put ointment on them. Then he cleaned the cuts, causing her to hiss through her teeth as the peroxide was applied to kill germs. Later, more ointment. He carefully removed a few splinters and thorns that had become infected. Her eyes were watery from the pain of his ministrations, but she knew he was helping her. "I'm sorry that hurt, but I hope you feel better" he said and gave her hair a gentle stroke.

Victoria brought in a plate of more food than she could possibly eat and a large glass of milk. Again she felt like a little girl as the doting woman handed her food while Logan began caring for her other foot. She wondered if she was dreaming and how long all of this would last. In between mouthfuls, Robin continued her story as he listened intently. She outlined the government operation she'd been a major part of, how it had gone wrong, and how people in her own department had betrayed her. Her voice broke as she explained how the betrayal led her here.

"They were going to kill me that day. I'd dug a hole and they were going to put my body in. If it wasn't for this chance to be a slave, I'd be rotting in that hole now."

"How do you feel about the decision" he asked her quietly.

"It depends on when you ask. Most days with Gabriela, I began to wish I'd taken the bullet back when my family wasn't also being threatened. Today, it doesn't seem so bad, but..." she didn't finish.

Hours passed as they talked, him sometimes having to leave the room to take calls. Eventually, it was supper time. The tone of the house had changed however. The long ornate table usually empty except for Gabriela now held Victoria, Andres, and one of the guards who Logan seemed to like. He seated her in the empty chair between Victoria and Andres as everyone chatted happily. She was glad it was this guard, one who had never been unkind to her or threatened her. Logan worked with Victoria to serve the meal. People talked to her throughout the meal like she was a real person; she had to work to respond like a person again. Later, they all worked together to clean the table and dishes. The guard departed. Later, Andres and Victoria bid farewell as they went home to their families for the night.

After all was complete, he poured her a glass of wine and they went to the living room. He sat her on the couch, then himself sat at the other end. They cruised through the channels, occasionally laughing at what was on. Occasionally she wondered what the night held for her as the house was quiet and it was just the two of them. She knew she would not resist him at all. He had saved her today and in reality Jefe's desire to please him and saved her back at the hole. Gabriela had once told her that she'd only be allowed to get fucked anally by him, because she didn't want that duty. From that, she knew that it would probably be in store for her tonight as well. She resigned herself to it, hating it after a past man's "oops" moments of fumbling anal attempts, but she would take it without question from this man who had been so kind to her so far. Eventually the full day she'd experienced was catching up and she could barely keep her eyes open. He noticed, saying, "I'm tired too". He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She didn't resist and followed him, his.

Once in the bedroom, she began to take her clothes off. He put his hand on her arm, stopping her from fully pulling his t-shirt off and tugged it back down, covering her breasts again. He turned down the covers and pointed to the far side of the king-sized bed.

"You'll sleep over there...with your clothes on. You're only sleeping here because I have no bed to offer you. You can take the pants off if you want, but leave the skivvies on" he directed. She had no idea what a skivvie was, but assumed she was talking about the underwear of his that she was wearing. She pulled off the pajama pants and got under the covers where he'd directed. He undressed and she got a look at his muscular, scarred body before he'd put on his t-shirt to go with his 'skivvies'.

"Tomorrow's another day Robin, goodnight"

"Thanks for everything today" she said with emotion in her voice.

"De nada" he replied as he turned the bedside light out.

Laying in the dark, she waited, assuming that some sort of sex was about to happen. Minutes passed and he was still on his side of the bed. Eventually his breathing deepened and the occasional snore slipped out of him. She was in bed with the man she literally belonged to and he didn't touch her. Still, she waited, thinking it was too good to be true, but no approach ever happened. She began to tap into her fantasy world again, that world she'd created during terrible times to distract her mind. Now, these pleasant thoughts weren't so depressing. As sleepiness closed in on her, the impact of going to bed not hungry, with clothes on, in a soft bed, with no fear of rape made her have a feeling she hadn't remembered, a feeling of peace as she drifted off into nothingness.

An unknown time later, she awoke with a start. The moon shone through the window. The house was quiet. As her wits came back, she knew something had changed since she'd gone to sleep. Concern moved through her as she remembered what she'd feared before. Confirmation dawned that it was happening as she could feel hard arms around her. Even more so, she realized that there was an erection pressing against her butt from behind. She was being spooned. She prepared herself for what she knew was coming as her eyes opened. The reality in front of her was a bit different.

He hadn't come to her side of the bed to have her. Somehow, she'd ended up on his side of the bed. She'd moved to him in her sleep. His breathing was still deep and steady. While sleeping, they'd somehow ended up spooning, it could maybe even be construed as cuddling. The erection hadn't been pressed against her butt, it had simply ended up there by the way they were laying together. She quietly laughed to herself at his night wood as the occasional snore continued. She realized after a few moments that it felt really good to have safe arms around her. She drank it in for as long as she dared, not wanting to spoil a moment like that that had been all too rare even before she'd been a slave. She didn't know how he would take this when he woke up so she reluctantly carefully extricated herself from his sleeping embrace and moved back to her side of the bed. New fantasies filled her head as she drifted to sleep this time.

Again something woke her. She realized it was him. He was quietly thrashing on his side of the bed. Every now and then an unhappy moan would be wrenched from his lips. Clearly something bad was happening deep in his mind. She considered going to hold him, but she was still a slave. She continued to think about it, but eventually he calmed and normal breathing returned. She could see a sheen of sweat on his forehead. It must have been a bad one. She wondered what led this American to be serving a Columbian jefe.

The next morning, he was gone when her eyes opened. Alone in the bed, she could smell food cooking. She started to head into the kitchen to help Victoria, but he met her in the hallway.

"Nope, let's have a look at those feet first." Leading her back into the bedroom, he had her sit down and put her feet up as he did yesterday.

"I think a doctor should have a look at these."

Remembering her last experience with a doctor since being slave, "no Sir, please, they're fine".

"Let me see you walk."

She stood and walked, attempting to do so without a limp, but no luck it still happened. "A guard I trust will take you. Victoria will also go along to make sure you're ok and pay the doc etc. After that, she will take you to get clothes so I can get my pajama pants back" he said with a kind smile.

Soft white socks worn in a pair of his shoes which she could practically sleep in, she got into the car with them. They drove through the lush countryside and seemed to be going down to a lower elevation. In an hour or so, they began to see urban sprawl and eventually came to the office. Going inside, it was clear this was not a doctor's office for the masses. Victoria met with the doctor and arranged for the care. Victoria waited in the professional but elegant waiting room that had no other guests inside. That was good, because Robin stood there feeling like a little kid wearing a man's pajamas and t-shirt with big floppy shoes. The doctor turned out to be a comely woman in her mid to late thirties. Not beautiful, but beautiful in an average sort of way, the woman was very kind to her. She did not ask too many questions, having gotten all the explanation she needed from Victoria.

The woman had her sit on the table with her feet down on the step as she sat in a chair in front and examined them. She carefully cleaned them and applied anesthetic cream to ease her soreness. Eventually after a fair amount of painful poking and prodding she extracted a couple of splinters or thorns that Logan had missed. Like a bad tooth being pulled, she instantly felt the relief. Disinfecting the area again, the woman began looking at the scratches on her calves.

"Stand please, I must look at your legs."

Robin dutifully stood up on the step. The doctor businesslike, took her pajama pants down, then off. She felt silly wearing Logan's synthetic boxer-briefs that were much too big for her. The doctor saw them and let out a little giggle.

"I'm so sorry, that's not something you see every day" she kindly giggled again. Robin realized how absurd she'd looked and giggled with her.

The doc had her sit back down as she began examining her legs. She paused for a bit and brought in a special basin and plugged it in. Filling it with hot water, she then poured different fluids into it. The smell of medicine was in the air. The doctor gently eased her feet into the hot but soothing water, telling her it would open up and clean inside the wounds. With that the doctor activated the switch and warm jets of water began massaging her feet. While this soothing bath relaxed Robin, the doctor began fixing a the few scratches and splinters she found on her knees from kneeling to do the yard work. Robin didn't want to admit it, but the doctor's hands on her legs even in gloves were having an effect. The pampering she was receiving in general was so foreign to her that she was becoming aroused.

Robin tried to think of other things while the doctor soothed her many wrongs. She knew without a doubt that she was wet. Once she shifted in her seat a bit, she could feel that her sex was soaked. She was very nervous as the doctor continue to antiseptic here, sooth there on her legs. Once, the doctor's hand brushed her inner thigh and Robin's hips involuntarily raised. Both women froze. Robin shyly brought her eyes up, meeting the doctor's who looked confused. At that moment, the doctor caught the scent of the arousal that was so close to her as she'd been caring for the patients legs close by. Without thinking, Robin leaned forward and quickly kissed her.