Melissas New Position Ch 17

Melissa was tired, sore, and dirty. When she got back to the Lagoon, she washed while Rick cooked her some food. Rick had given her a robe, actually the robe she had left on the plane the day before, so when she emerged from her bath she was clothed. Wearing clothes still felt uncomfortable to her, and she considered not wearing it, but she did not want to be around Mitchel naked for fear that he would want to have sex with her. She was not interested in sex at the moment.

She pondered that even while she was bathing. Nothing that happened to her sexually was any different than what had happened many times, but it was so different in every way. She was not sure how to make sense of that, but she was sure it was true. For one thing, she had been scared. For another, she had not agreed. Even though she had little idea what she was getting into when she signed up for this job, she did sign up for it. She had not signed up for today.

Rick had cooked her fish and rice and a salad. She could not remember enjoying a meal so much. She did not say anything, and neither did Rick. Mitchel did come into the kitchen where she and Rick were, but only to say how sorry he was that she had been treated that way and how glad he was that she was safe. He showed no interest in her sexually, but just said that if there were anything he could do to help, let him know.

When she had finished eating, she retired to bed. She did not want to be alone, but did not want anyone around her. She lay there for a while, thinking about what had happened. She was more scared, rather than less so, now that the event was over and she had a chance to look at things. What if they had just left her but no one came to find her? What if they had kept her and used her as a sex slave? What if they had sold her to someone else for that purpose?

She tossed about while thinking through all this, and eventually got up and went to find Rick. He was sitting in one of the sitting areas, talking to Mitchel. She froze, not sure what to do.

Rick saw her and asked, "You OK? What do you need?"

Melissa paused. She felt funny because Mitchel was there, but she stammered out, "Would you come to my room?"

She turned before he answered, but he was right behind her by the time she got there. She sat on her bed for a moment, then said, "Could you just be here? Watch me sleep?"

"Of course I will. Give me a minute."

He left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a blanket under his arm. He shut the door and pulled the big chair over by the door so that it could not be opened more than a few inches without hitting the chair. He went over to her and gently tucked her in. He did kiss her on the forehead, then said, "This will be rough sledding for a while, but you are not alone. No one is going to hurt you any more. You will heal. You are not alone."

Melissa's eyes watered up some. She was amazed that he said what he did. That he knew that was exactly what she needed to hear. That she believed him. She closed her eyes.

Rick turned out the light, returned to his chair, pulled the light blanket over himself and sat. He heard her breathing slow and become steady before he let himself sleep. Then he gave himself over to sleep as well.

The sun was bright before Melissa awakened. For a minute she just reveled in how good she felt. Then she saw Rick in his chair and remembered the events of the previous day. That heavy feeling in her stomach returned, though not at all like it was yesterday. Today she was glad to be alive. She knew she was safe. She could sort of envision being better, if only a glimpse and not a real clear idea of what that would look like.

Rick was awake, though she had no idea how long he had sat there while she slept. It felt really good to her that he had stayed all night there for her. She had felt safe. She needed to feel safe.

"Good morning there, sweetheart. Did you sleep okay?"

"I did, thank you. I don't suppose you did, though, did you?"

"I've had a plenty of nights that were no where near as comfortable as sleeping in a nice armchair. I'm fine."

Melissa was not sure if he really was all that comfortable in the chair, but she decided she would take him at his word.

Rick smiled and said, "Let me go get a little breakfast started. I expect today will be a busy day."

He moved the chair back to where it belonged, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

After a few minutes, Melissa got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She did her morning ablutions, including a shower. She did her hair. She put her robe back on. It still felt funny, and she did not want to wear it, but she was not ready to be around anyone naked, so she wore it just the same.

When she got to the kitchen, Rick had cooked sausage and eggs. He gave her a plate, some toast, and a cup of coffee, and while she ate, he cut up some fruit. She found she was pretty hungry and it showed. Rick seemed pleased that she enjoyed his food.

Mitchel arrived while Melissa was still eating, and Rick served him as well.

"I hope you are feeling better" he said to Melissa.

"I am, thank you. I'm sorry your vacation is getting messed up."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"I know you wanted to, well you know, spend time with me, but I . . . "

Mitchel cut her off. "Nonsense. There is nothing to apologize for. I'm sure sex is the last thing you are interested in."

While true, it struck Melissa that what she was interested in was even a consideration. It hadn't been since she started this job. That was just the job. Actually, it never had been much of a consideration at any time in her life.

Of course, what happened yesterday had nothing to do with what she wanted. That could not be more clear. But to have someone recognize what she wanted was important felt good to her. She decided she liked Mitchel. She did feel sorry for him, though. She considered having sex with him anyway, but he did seem sincere. And she really did not have much interest in sex at the moment.

She just said. "Thank you."

It was then that she heard a noise outside, a twumping sound that increased in volume, and then eventually made the air thrum a little. She walked out side to see a helicopter about to land on the lawn beside the building. Once it did, Mr. Dorn disembarked and walked directly over to Melissa. He did not say anything, but just hugged her tightly.

Melissa had some idea that she needed physical contact earlier, but was afraid that it would be construed as sexual. This was not sexual, and it felt very good. Melissa hugged back more tightly than she had intended. She put her head against Mr. Dorn's chest and began to cry softly. He just held her.

Another man had disembarked from the chopper as well, but he stood back at a respectful distance and waited. When Melissa finally let up her end of the embrace, Mr. Dorn did the same.

He said, "I'm sorry, Melissa. This never should have happened."

Melissa had no idea what to say in response, so she said nothing. He looked at her for a little while, and then stepped back and turned towards the man standing perhaps ten feet away. He had a large bag that he had set down. He picked it up and approached.

"Melissa, this is Dr. Debella. I'd like him to examine you. Will you allow him to do that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Rick, please take them into the house and give them some privacy."

Rick, who had also been standing at something of a distance simply responded, "Yes, sir" as well. Melissa and Dr. Debella both followed him into the building.

Mr. Dorn turned to the pilot and said, "Rob, go ahead and collect four of the Adirondack chairs and bring them over here," gesturing to a spot on the lawn away from the chopper.

"Yes, sir."

A short while later a boat could be seen approaching the island at a fast clip. It did not slow down much until it entered the lagoon itself. Rob went to the dock to catch the lines Ron threw to him and secured the craft fore and aft.

Ron took his knife and reached down and cut the tie on one man's ankles and then pulled him to his feet. The big man was still naked and looked pretty sorry. Not only had he spent the night tied and lying on the deck of the boat, he had to be a little hung over as well. Having had his jaw nearly broken did not help, and, the rough ride to the Lagoon could not have been very comfortable, either. Instead of bouncing on a padded bench like Melissa had, these men got to bounce on the hard deck of the boat. In any case, he looked miserable and struggled to get off the boat. His arms were still tied and Rob steadied him as he did so. He just stood on the dock with his head down.

The three other men were similarly helped off the boat before Ron herded them all to the land and over to where Mr. Dorn was standing.

Ron walked over to Mr. Dorn. "Good work, Ron."

Ron was standing straight, almost at attention. "Thank you, sir."

"I want these assholes tied to these chairs. Legs on the back legs, leaned over, arms on the armrests."

"Yes, sir."

Ron returned to the boat and came back with some rope. Eddie was brought to the backside of a chair, his legs spread and ankles tied to the back legs of the chair. He was leaned over it and his forearms were tied to the arms of the chair. The chair back was on his waist. The wooden pickets of the back were rounded, but the position was anything but comfortable.

Each of the men was bound the same way. The chairs were in a slight semi-circle, enough so that they could see one another. None looked any happier than Eddie did.

The doctor who had gone into the building came out and approached Mr. Dorn. They spoke for a moment, and then he approached the men. He got a blood sample from each, and scraped the skin on and around the penis of each. He then went back to the helicopter and disappeared inside.

Melissa had come out, but was watching from a distance. She did not want to get near these men. Just seeing them was disturbing. It did fascinate her, though, seeing them tied up like they were. She felt like saying, "How do you like it?" She did not say anything.

She walked over and stood next to Mr. Dorn, but he did not move or speak and so she did not either. She felt safer next to him. She just stared at the men who had abducted her, who were now abducted themselves.

It was over 30 minutes before the doctor came back and spoke to Mr. Dorn. They spoke for several minutes and then the doctor went back to the chopper.

Mr. Dorn walked over to where he was facing the tied men. "You are all fortunate. You are STD free. If you had infected Melissa, I probably would have had you killed. That is still not out of the question, but you will probably survive this."

Eddie, looked up and spoke. "Look, I'm sorry. Honest. My dad will pay you whatever you want."

"So, is that how this works? You get to fuck up other people's lives and your father gets you out of the consequences?"

"Hey, I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"You didn't know? That raping someone was a bad thing to do?"

Eddie did not say anything.

"You're saying you didn't know?"

"I just saw her naked and all with the bracelets and stuff. I mean, she just looks like she's into fucking and all. I mean, she's just so totally fuckable, you know. You gotta admit, she's fuckable. Anyway, I'm really sorry. I won't do it again. And, my father will pay you. Honest."

Mr. Dorn looked down at Eddie. Eddie looked up. If it was possible to be in a more degrading position, Melissa could not imagine what it would be. Mr. Dorn did not say anything for a long moment. Then he spoke.

"Your name is Eddie Fulton, correct?"

"Yeah, that's me. How did you know?"

Mr. Dorn ignored him. Ron had looked in his wallet and reported to Mr. Dorn, who had Eddie and his friends investigated in great detail.

"Your father is Grant Fulton, correct?"

"Yes. That's him."

"I have looked up what Fulton Industries does and what it is worth. I have more billions than your father has millions. Your father could not make a significant difference in my wealth even if he gave me all he had."

Eddie seemed to have trouble grasping this, and just said nothing for a moment. When he did speak, he said, "I did not mean to hurt anyone. We just wanted to have some fun. I guess I'd been drinking and she was so hot . . . "

Mr. Dorn responded, "So apparently only one party needs to be interested. I'm glad you feel that way."

Eddie responded, "No, I mean I get it. It's my bad. Like I said, I won't do it again. Honest."

"Eddie, I am considering putting your father out of business. I can bankrupt him with very little effort. He has done a miserable job as a father and thus has inflicted you on the world around you. None of us deserves that. I am also considering castrating you. Since you obviously cannot control yourself, it is probably best for everyone else that you lose the ability to harm others."

It was about that time that Eddie seemed to hear what Mr. Dorn was saying. He blanched. Melissa could see him struggle some with the restraints holding his legs. She could see panic in his eyes.

"Whoa, wait. You can't do that."

"Yes, in fact I can. You seem rather dense. I can do what ever I want to. One thing about thinking that you can do whatever you want because you have a lot of money is that it can blind you to the fact that there is always someone with more money than you have."

Eddie began to tear up. "I don't want you to hurt me. Please don't hurt me."

Melissa looked at the other men, tied much the same as Eddie. They all looked uncomfortable and concerned, though not as concerned as Eddie. It seemed clear he was the one on the hot seat, though how things went with him might be what each could expect in turn.

Mr. Dorn spoke again. "This woman belongs to me. I do not take kindly to someone hurting what belongs to me. I am going to punish you for that. You will not like it. I am also going to teach you about empathy. Since you have so little regard for what others experience, apparently you need to be taught what it is like through experience of your own."

He paused, then said, "If I think you have sufficiently learned what I think you need to know, you may keep your testicles. If you do not convince me of that, I will have Dr. Debella remove them. You may lose them in the process anyway. That will be up to you. I suggest you try very hard to do what you are told."

"I'll do whatever you want me to. I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."

Mr. Dorn said, "I very much intend to hurt you. The question is how much and in what ways. You were considering selling Melissa as a slave. I am pretty sure I can sell you. Losing your testicles would not decrease your value. I suggest you take great care from this point on. Your convincing me you have developed some appreciation of what you have done will go a long ways to helping your case."

Now Eddie was crying. "Please. I'm sorry."

"Oh, I'm certain of that. But not nearly as sorry as you will be. Let's get started. First comes the punishment. Ron, four slip cords. And a long crop"

Ron immediately turned and went into the building. Moments later, he returned with a crop and a handful of what looked to be thin black ropes, perhaps 6 feet long with a loop on one end.

Without being instructed, Ron went to Eddie and made a slip knot with the loop and secured it around his balls. He pulled it snug, making the sack taut and pulling it up. He took the other end of the cord and wrapped it around Eddie's neck, tying it with a tautline hitch like one would use for a tent, a knot that would slide and pull up slack and stay that way. Eddie's head was pulled back and if he lowered it, it would pull on his balls.

Ron then went to each of the other men and did the same thing. When he was done, all heads were up and all their balls were tight in their bright red scrotums.

Mr. Dorn then reached for the crop, stepped up to Eddie, and smacked his balls with the crop. Both the shock of it and the pain of it combined to get a pretty good yelp out of him. Mr. Dorn hit him a couple more times before handing the crop to Melissa.

Mr. Dorn looked at her and said, "That is how it is done, my dear. Now you take the crop and give him a few good swats with it."

Melissa was conflicted. She was afraid to hit Eddie because she might hurt him while at the same time she wanted to hurt him. She did not want to disappoint Mr. Dorn, however, and not doing what he told her to do seemed out of the question. That tipped the scales, and after a moment she walked over and swatted Eddie on the balls. While Eddie clearly did not like it, Melissa decided that she sort of did. She was thinking about what he had done to her, how helpless she had been, and how scared she had been. She hit him again, a little harder. Not as hard as Mr. Dorn had, but a respectable swat just the same. By now Eddie's balls were pretty sore and the cumulative effect of having them swatted by the crop was worse than any individual stroke. He was in pretty significant distress by the time Mr. Dorn suggested she move on to the next guy.

The next guy was Larry, and she found that she was enjoying swatting these men. She was certainly warming to it. She gave him a number of swats, equivalent to what Eddie had gotten as best she could tell, and then moved on to Harry. He made more racket than Larry had, but she found that did not concern her a lot. She was about to move on to Tuck when she heard a large boat roar into the lagoon and move towards the dock. She stopped and looked.

It came in pretty fast, and she was surprised that it did not hit anything, but it pulled up expertly and was docked in short order. Immediately, a man disembarked and began to walk with a flourish down the dock towards them.

"Oh for heaven's sake, don't stop on my account!"

He was wearing tight leather shorts and a Greek fisherman's hat. And leather boots. And that was it.

He walked straight up to Melissa. "You have excellent form, my dear. You might put a little more wrist into it. May I?"

He put his hand out for the crop and Melissa just handed it to him. He took the crop and swung it back and forth a few times as if getting the feel of it, then he took a swat at Harry. He did, in fact, use his wrist a little more but the economy of motion did nothing to dampen the results. Harry let out a yelp/scream that was quite satisfying. To Melissa, at least.

After another couple swats, he surrendered the crop back to Melissa. She took it and her new understanding of how to use it over to Tuck. He concealed any appreciation for her improved skills behind yelps and screams of his own.

When she was done, the strange man said, "I think I'm in love. You are marvelous, dear." He then walked over to Mr. Dorn and said, "Now that's a keeper. If I ever cross over, she'd be the reason."

Mr. Dorn smiled a little and said, "Hello Julian. I appreciate your coming."

Julian removed his cap, bent at the waist as he brandished it in a sweeping movement, and said, "At your service, my lord."

Mr. Dorn shook his head a little, still smiling, and said, "What I need, Julian, is a little empathy training. These men do not appear to know what it is like to have to have sex with someone when they don't want to have sex with that person. They abducted Melissa and gang raped her. I have decided that indicates a social liability. I can either castrate them, and remove the threat that way, or teach them empathy and remove the threat that way. Do you think you can teach them empathy?"

"In other words, you would like them to know what it is like to have to have sex when they do not want to, in hopes that they will not do such a foolish thing again."

"Exactly," said Mr. Dorn.

"And you want to give them a choice, is that it?"