Slave Camp Jim Ch 28

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Particular thanks to OGShadowravyn for his comments, which helped improve this chapter.

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Chapter 28 - Aftermath

As I woke, I felt like I was in déjà vu. I could hear the machines beeping around me. When I opened my eyes, the lights blinded me. I tried to sit up, but a hand gently patted my arm, which made me relax, and I settled back down.

I looked around, and Annick was beside me with a concerned look. François was sitting beside her. I frantically started to look around, "Where is Lisa?"

François calmly said, "She is getting something to eat. She will be back in a few minutes."

I asked, "What happened?"

Annick glanced at François. She said, "Actually, that is what everyone wants to know, including the police. All we know is that there was some accident, and you got major cuts on your arms, and you passed out from the loss of blood and a heart attack."

I was stunned, "I had a heart attack?"

She continued, "It is something they call stress cardiomyopathy. Basically, a heart attack caused by extreme stress."

I thought, "And I know the cause of that stress."

I found the bed remote and moved the bed to a sitting position.

I didn't want to ask, but I needed to know, "Jennifer, Susanne, and Patty?"

They glanced at each other. "Patty is at our place. Lisa threw Jennifer and Susanne out of the house on Friday. They are with their parents now."

I asked, "Wait, Friday. What day is it?"

Lisa, at that point, walked into the room. "It is Monday, sleepy head. You have been coming in and out of consciousness the last few days."

She came over, kissed my forehead, and hugged me.

I was wondering how she was. She held my hand and with one of her fingers, tapped three times. I took a deep breath and relaxed. That had become our secret signal last week to show each other that we were OK.

Annick asked. "It was that bad?" I glanced at Lisa. Annick was referring to the previous week when we were under the indenture contract with Jennifer and Susanne.

I looked down and said, "Worse."

There was a heaviness in the air. Annick knew how to read us very well. She said, "It sounds like you two need to figure things out."

They stood. François said, "It looks like you need some time alone to talk. We will get something to eat."

They each kissed me on the forehead. I thanked them for being there for me again.

Once they left, I asked, "First, are you OK?"

Lisa frowned. "I wasn't. Between what happened and you being here in the hospital, I was almost lost. I couldn't tell Annick anything, but that woman saved me. She kept me from drowning."

I opened my arms, and she came forward. I gave her a hug. I said, "Well, I love you, and we can talk and figure things out. OK?"

Lisa smiled, "OK."

I then got serious. "So, what happened? The last I remember was putting you on the bed."

Lisa sighed. "Well, after you broke the chair that they had tied you to, you picked me up and laid me down on the bed. You then started to scream at them. I, at that point, saw the blood streaming down your arms. You took a step. I saw you raise one hand to your chest, and then you collapsed. Jennifer screamed at that point, and I jumped out of bed to check on you. I then yelled at Patty to call 911. You were breathing very shallowly, so I panicked, thinking that you might stop breathing, and started to give you mouth-to-mouth. I also yelled at Susanne and Jennifer to get something to help stop the bleeding. They grabbed the sheets off the bed and started to apply pressure to the cuts on your arms."

She paused. "Eventually, the paramedics arrived. They assessed you and put on proper pressure bandages to slow the bleeding. They then put you on oxygen and took you to the hospital. Jennifer and Susanne were useless messes, so I quickly grabbed some clothes and was allowed to jump into the ambulance with you. On my way through to the front door, I noticed my phone was on the wireless charger, so I grabbed it on the way out. I called Annick, and she met me at the hospital."

I asked, "What do they know?"

Lisa said, "Nothing. A lot of people were asking, but I have been telling them that your health was the first priority and have been pushing the questions off. I think that the police think that someone needs to be charged with something."

I said, "Fuck, That's the last we need lots of questions."

Lisa smiled, "I agree, but we will sort out our stories later."

I held onto her hand, "Are we good?"

She smiled, "We will always be good."

Reassured, I lay back and fell back to sleep.

When I woke, it was dark. I saw Lisa asleep on a cot. I started to replay all the shit that had happened.

When we signed the indenture contract for our one week of being their slaves, we thought we could trust them. We thought they would order us around, use us, tie us up, and punish us. Things that we had done to them over the years. We never thought that they would give control of us to others and that that loss of control would put Lisa in jeopardy and result in a guy fucking her, even for the briefest moment.

I still wondered how they thought that this would end in a good way when the contract was over. Didn't they think we would be pissed and resentful? In all the years we owned them, we never lent them or shared them with anyone.

Jennifer and Susanne did it so they could borrow the male slaves so that they could get fucked in all three holes at the same time.

Did they throw it all away for just that fantasy?

I woke again in the morning. Lisa was stretching on the cot, and a nurse was taking my vitals.

The Doctor came by and said, "We are going to run some tests today. I want you to stay here one more night, and then we will send you home. With this kind of condition, the key is to stay away from the stressors that might have caused it. There should be no long-term health effects."

I thanked him, and he made his way to the next patient.

David dropped by. He was all smiles to see me. He jokingly said, "We have to stop meeting like this." I asked him how things were at work. He said it was all good. There were some adjustments since I wasn't there, but there was nothing to worry about.

I joked that he didn't really need me then. That was an old joke between us, dating back to a college project we worked on together. He hesitantly asked about Jennifer.

I told him, "That boat may have sailed, but until I am out of the hospital, I'm not thinking about her."

He said he understood. Then he asked me to contact him if I needed anything.

I thanked him, and he left to go back to the office. At least I knew that work wasn't going to be a stressor with him there.

The other thing the nurses did was to change the bandages covering the stitches on my arms. I really didn't have an appreciation of how badly I had hurt myself. There were twelve stitches in one arm and ten in the other. I needed surgery as I cut an artery in my left arm.

Lisa had talked about our story to the police. We decided to keep it somewhat similar to what actually happened, but with some lead-up details missing. We were having some kinky fun. I was tied to a chair. When Lisa fainted. Susanne, Jennifer, and Patty were so busy tending to her that I decided to try to help myself out of the chair. I broke it to get untied and ended up with all these cuts.

Basically, that is what happened. The police came by, but evidently, Jennifer had already told a different story. Whatever she said, they wanted to know if I wanted to place charges against her.

I said no. I needed to be away from her. Not to own her again.

The next day, Wednesday, I was released, and we went home. Nurses would come by to check on my arms and change the bandages as needed.

Lisa had only been in the house briefly since she rode with me to the hospital. She wanted to stay at my side.

When we got home, we found six things on the dining room table: the ripped-up indenture contract, a letter to each of us apologizing, Susanne's letter of resignation from working for Lisa, and their two engagement rings.

Lisa kept the resignation letter to take to work. We shredded the contract and the apology letters. I shredded them without reading them. The engagement rings? I threw them in a drawer. I will deal with them later.

The next few days involved Lisa and me having many deep conversations. Trying to process what we had experienced that week.

We then did something we hadn't done in years. We brought out the old photo albums and reconnected with the memories from before owning slaves was ever a thought. We knew that those conversations and the healing between us were going to help us mentally rebuild and move forward.

Since our parents died, it has been Lisa and I against the world. We weren't just brother and sister, but best friends who could count on each other, no matter what was happening.

The days passed into the weekend. I decided to work from home until the stitches had healed enough--probably another week. Lisa needed to get into the office, so we decided that, as I might need help at home while Lisa was at work, we needed to deal with another piece of the puzzle, Patty.

Annick brought Patty home on Sunday morning. We still hadn't told Annick much, and she knew not to push.

I was resting on the couch. Lisa received Patty from Annick at the front door and brought Patty in.

Patty looked like she was on the verge of tears.

I said, "Inspection." She snapped into the inspection position. A tear ran down her cheek.

I was gathering my thoughts when she said, "Jim..."

I cut her off. I said, "First, don't you remember the new house rules? I am Master Jim, and Lisa is Mistress Lisa."

She looked confused. She started to say "I'm sorry"

I interrupted and said, "Oh, isn't the other new house rule that all slaves are to be naked?"

Patty was shaking at this point.

I said, 'Well?"

She was paralyzed.

I nodded to Lisa. My arms weren't in any shape to be spanking anyone.

Lisa grabbed her, pulled her over her knee, and started spanking her. "Slaves are to be naked at all times."

Lisa spanked her for some time before finally stopping. Patty was terrified but had enough sense to start taking her clothes off. Once she was naked, she returned to the inspection position.

I sat there staring at her. I thought, "Fuck she is beautiful."

I calmed my voice. I said, "Look, we need to deal with that week and specifically your part of it. We just aren't going to do that until after Lisa and I have sorted things out between us. That said, I have no interest in selling you. You know us and the house. You were doing a great job before, and we think you will get back to that. At the very least, you are gorgeous and a good fuck. Understand?"

She hesitated and said, "Yes, Master Jim."

I continued, "Also, based on the new house rules, your name for the time being is Slut. Do you understand, Slut?"

A tear fell onto her cheek. She nodded.

I then said, "OK. In addition, you are to wear high heels, at a minimum three inches high, at all times. They make your legs looking fucking good. Also, store some throw-on dresses at every exterior door. Then, if there are deliveries or visitors, you have something to throw on. We want you naked, but that doesn't mean that we want to share your body with the world."

I then gave her a slight smile. She tried to smile back. She said, "Understood, Master Jim."

I told her, "OK, go get your heels and put the dresses around at the exterior doors. Then, go to the kitchen. Check what we have and need, and sort out the meal plan for the week. Lisa will take you shopping."

Patty/Slut rushed off, not wanting to be in any more trouble. I sat on the couch. Because of the stitches, it felt really weird whenever I moved my arms. A constant tugging feeling from the stitches. I was looking forward to getting the stitches removed next week.

As Patty, I mean Slut, and Lisa would be going out shopping soon. I decided to clean some stuff up in the house. I went to my room and moved some of Jennifer's clothes and dressers from my closet to one of the spare rooms. It looked like she took a lot when they left, but she still left a lot behind.

I then remembered that they had labeled drawers downstairs in the dungeon, Asshole, and Bitch. The names we went by during the week we were indentured slaves. I wanted to get rid of those reminders.

I went downstairs and unlocked the door. I opened the drawers just to check what was in them. Nothing unusual. I removed the labels and ripped them up.

I straightened out a few things and was checking through the cupboards, just in case there was something that needed to be cleaned, towels, etc. We hadn't used the dungeon since before the contract, so it should be in good shape, but just in case, I didn't want anything wet getting moldy.

I opened a cupboard that should have been empty, but I noticed a bunch of small boxes. I started to pull them out to see what they were.

There was a prostate massager, penis electro-stimulators, anal shockers, various cock cages, and various penis rings. There was even a penis pump. I chuckled and thought, "Maybe the heart attack was the easy way out."

I put them all back. Like the rest, for another day.

I grabbed a pile of towels. They looked clean, but these ones had been down there a long time. They smelled a bit musty, so it couldn't hurt to have them washed.

I heard Slut and Lisa upstairs. They must have finished shopping.

I threw the towels in the washer and headed upstairs. As I got to the top of the stairs, I heard Lisa moaning and groaning.

I chuckled. Sounds like Slut was being put to good use.

I rounded the corner to the living room, and there was that perfect, naked ass pointing in my direction. I could see the bottoms of the black high heels that she was wearing. Slut's face was buried between Lisa's legs. I went back around the corner so I wouldn't disturb them. I waited another minute when I heard Lisa scream in orgasm. I heard her panting. She said, "Fuck, that felt good. Been so long since I have cum like that."

I waited a minute for her to get straightened out and decided that it was safe for me to come out of hiding.

I walked into the living room and said, "Sounds like you enjoyed yourself."

She giggled, "I bet you could use some of Sluts magic."

I looked toward the kitchen to see Slut working away making dinner. I raised an eyebrow when I saw that she was wearing an apron.

Lisa guessed what I was thinking. "I told her it was OK to wear an apron in the kitchen. Don't want to get her tits burned if she is frying something."

I nodded and watched Slut for another moment and said, "I think you are right. I need to use that."

Things settled down around the house.

Lisa and I continued to talk. We did have some screaming arguments, mostly from Lisa lumping me in with all men as she lashed out because of the trauma. We likely argued with each other more because we had no one else we could yell at as we worked things out in our own minds. We always reconciled with hugs before we headed to our respective bedrooms. I thought things were going to be good between us.

Slut was used more in a free-use type of way. If we wanted to get off, we would just order her into the position we needed, and we just used her. I would see her bending over to clean the coffee table. I would just pull down my pants and, without warning, impale her.

She never slept with either of us. If we needed something in the middle of the night, we would either get her to come to us, or we would visit her in her bed in the middle of the night, fuck her and then go back to our own beds. I think Slut was having difficulties. The intimacy that was there before was now gone, and she really wasn't part of the conversation in the house anymore. She followed our orders, and that was that. Maybe I was being too harsh on her, but for now, Lisa and I needed to sort ourselves out first.

We did have Jackie over for dinner a few times. Lisa and I didn't feel like going out beyond going to work.

Jackie would try and give us updates on Jennifer and Susanne, but we weren't interested. We did hear that Julie was impressing all the right people in New York. Julie told her that she might be promoted again in a few months.

We did have some conversations with Slut over her involvement with "that week". We were now referring to the week we were indentured as just "that week."

She told us that she knew all of the girl's plans and that the pony ride was actually her idea. The things we were forced to do were ordered by the divorced women.

Six weeks after the hospital stay, Jackie finally got us to leave the house. She wanted us to taste the new menu items at the restaurant. We also felt obligated to go because we hadn't congratulated her and Alfonso on their recent engagement.

It was a Tuesday, and Jackie escorted us to the chef's table, which is located just off the side of the kitchen. You get to see everything that is going on. Jackie said that we were going to get a special tasting menu of all the new items.

I guess we should have expected that Jackie was up to something as there were four place settings on the table. Shortly after we sat down, Jennifer and Susanne showed up. They froze when they saw us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jackie closely watching us. None of us moved for what felt like hours, but really was just a minute, when I felt a tap tap tap on my shoe. I looked over at Lisa. She looked at me and tapped one of her fingers three times on the table.

I looked at her. "Are you sure?"

She nodded.

I was sitting across from Lisa. I got up to switch my spot, so I was sitting beside her and gestured to Jennifer and Susanne to the two empty chairs across from us.

They sat. In a shaky voice, Jennifer said, "Sorry, we didn't know you would be here."

I gestured over to Jackie, "I think we were being set up."

There was dead silence for the longest time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jackie pushing a waiter towards us.

The waiter arrived and asked us for our drink order. The three women ordered wine. I initially ordered a double scotch on the rocks, but then called him back and changed it to just water. I needed my wits.

After the waiter left, there was a very uncomfortable minute of silence.

I decided that someone had to start. I just asked, "Why?"

Jennifer started, or rather tried to start. She said, "First, we are sorry."

I said, "Stop. There is no reason to apologize." They looked hopeful, but I continued, "Because we won't accept it." I saw tears starting to flow. "There was a reason why I never lent you to other people. I wasn't sure I could trust others to keep you safe. I think you two justified my reasoning."

I paused. The drinks arrived. The waiter dropped them off and ran, sensing the tension. I took a drink of my water. "There are two things that you should know. Up till the time you brought those three bitches in that week, we would have been mad at you for taking things farther than we thought you would have, but we would have forgiven you."

I let that settle in. "The other thing you should know is that you made a shitty deal with them. Deborah told me that they were willing to lend you the male slaves for your little fantasy in return for just the three nights with me. Lisa didn't even need to be involved with your deal."