~Part Eight~
Nancy ran over to her precious girl.
Her Shelby.
She was a complete mess, as Lillianna had left her. A silent, unmoving heap on the top of the conference table. Her ass was striped with the spankings she'd endured. Nancy started taking off her nipple clamps and Shelby moaned in pain.
"Shhhhh, it's alright. It's me. I'm getting you down from here." Nancy couldn't stop her own tears from falling from what she had witnessed. Her hands shook uncontrollably. She unsnapped the ball gag. Her hands slipped several times as she unbuckled the collar and undid the Velcro wrist cuffs. Her nose ran and she sniffled as she took clothes pin after clothespin off of Shelby's tender labia.
"I'll be right back," she whispered.
Joelle was standing out in the hallway looking sick. "I didn't, I didn't know..." she said, looking horrified. "I peeked in but I just couldn't watch," she said.
Nancy nodded. "It's okay. Please get me some warm wet paper towels from the bathroom. Please," she said.
Joelle nodded and ran off obediently.
Nancy came back into the conference room to be with Shelby. She was trying to roll over on the table.
"Shhhh," Nancy said again. "It's okay. We'll get you home."
"Home," Shelby nodded. "Really?" She said and grinned a happy grin.
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But when she woke up, she wasn't at home at all. She was in the fourth floor apartment. She was on the bed and it felt like she was lying on towels. No wonder. She was covered in sticky cum. Her legs were apart and someone was still touching her there. She kicked her legs out reflexively and Nancy shushed her.
"Doctor S. is examining you, hon. Try to lay still."
Shelby started to cry again. Would she ever stop? Would there always be strange fingers probing her?
The doctor placed a cold hand on her knee.
"I have mostly good news. She'll be alright. Physically. There are no physical damages to her body except that I can tell you it looks like she's had some rough vaginal penetration. Toys being used on a dry or semi-dry vagina was not very smart. Her hole and the surrounding tissues are very red. But the good news is that they and the stripes on her bottom will heal, leaving no permanent marks."
"Nancy sniffed and blew her nose. "What can I do for her?"
Shelby heard the doctor speak. "Be there for her. She may need counseling after this. She may never be the same. Her physical wounds will heal much faster than the mental ones."
"Come on, love," Nancy said softly. "I'll run you a bath. Let's get you cleaned up."
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Shelby woke up laying on something rather bumpy. She raised her head and looked around. She was draped over Nancy's body.
She and Nancy were dressed the same, both in white tank tops, but Nancy's panties were too big for her so Shelby was wearing her thong. That was probably best anyway since her bottom was still very sore. She tried to roll off of Nancy but Nancy's arms tightened around her.
Nancy was awake immediately. "Shelby!" She whispered.
"What?" Shelby said. "I have to pee."
Nancy immediately let her go. "Let me help you. You were having trouble walking earlier." She'd had to call the goons back in to help carry Shelby up to the apartment from the conference room.
Shelby shook her head no, but when she tried to stand she sank back onto the bed and moaned in pain. "Maybe a little help."
Nancy stayed just outside the door as Shelby did her business. She helped her stand and get back to the bed. "Are you hungry? Can I get you some food? Maybe some soup? You've missed lunch and dinner," she added.
Nancy had missed dinner too. She had had no appetite after what she'd witnessed.
Shelby just shook her head as she climbed under the covers. She winced when she scooted down as her bottom made contact with the sheet. "Want sleep," she said.
Nancy nodded but the girl had already closed her eyes.
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It was Friday morning.
Shelby woke up and the clock said 10:30am. She sat up quickly but cringed. Her ass was still sore. And even worse she was late for work. She stumbled into the bathroom to pee.
"Shelby?"
Shelby froze. That was not Nancy's voice coming through the bathroom door.
"Um...who are you?" She called out tentatively.
"It's Joelle. Nancy had me stay here with you this morning. She had an early meeting with Phillip and she didn't want you to be alone."
"Oh," Shelby said. She finished on the toilet and washed her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror and she gasped. Her face and hair were a mess. She had swollen under eyes from all her crying, hair jutting out in all different directions, and dry lips. She turned to get a good look at her behind in the mirror. It was still red and was still very sore.
"Are you still out there, Joelle?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to get a shower."
Shelby undressed and stepped under the hot spray and she instantly felt better. There was nothing like a good shower to do a full body and mental reset. She wanted to wash off the events of yesterday. It probably wasn't possible, but she was determined to try.
Her shoulders were sore when she tried to raise her arms. It was probably a product of having her hands secured behind her back for so long.
Shelby washed her hair and relished the hot water spraying down on her muscles. She lathered up her bath poof and scrubbed her entire body three times. She carefully washed her sore pussy. She tried to be brave and not cry while she bathed, but it was impossible. She kept flashbacking to all the fingers and toys that had been inside of her yesterday. So she washed her pussy yet again.
When she was finished, Shelby went into the kitchen in her bathrobe. Joelle sat at their kitchen table drinking coffee. "Can I get you something?" She asked.
"I'm...I'm hungry. Yeah, food would be good," Shelby said, still sniffling.
Joelle stood and grabbed the phone. "What do you want? The sky's the limit!"
Shelby smiled tentatively. "Well, when I was little and still lived with my mom, and when she was healthy, she'd sometimes make me chocolate chip pancakes. Three of them, really big ones. With orange juice and apple juice," she said.
Joelle grinned. "I think I'll get that too. That sounds really yummy!"
Twenty minutes later the girls were eating their pancakes and talking.
"No, my son Cranston is sick today. Joelle showed Shelby a picture of him on her phone. "Hey, would you like to meet him? Margaret and Eileen are watching him."
"Oh. And Margaret is..."
Joelle nodded "Phillips's wife. Sometimes their daughter Eileen helps watch him too. She's there now."
Shelby grinned. "Yeah, I think I'd like that." Meeting the little cutie pie would for sure raise her spirits.
After brunch and after Shelby dressed in yet another white wrap dress and white ballet flats, the women made their way down the hall to Joelle's apartment.
"He might be napping..." she said, opening the front door quietly.
But the excited cry of a baby signaled that he was very much wide awake.
Joelle pushed the door the rest of the way open. "Baby boy! Are you just not sweepy?!" Joelle said. "Oh, look at you! You're still hungers!"
Shelby came in behind Joelle to see a little boy of about five months old eating his breakfast at a high chair. He was totally bald and he was adorable. He had on a little striped blue onesie and a bib that said: "Mommy's Little Man". He had food all over his mouth and hands. Shelby immediately felt the awwwww's rising up in the back of her throat.
The apartment was about half the size of Nancy's and the floor was strewn with baby toys, a baby swing, a bouncer, and an activity center the baby could sit in and play with. Obviously this little guy was very much loved.
"Joelle, he looks just like you! He's precious!" Shelby said.
