Chapter 38: Ginger, Reborn
Ginger adapted as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. She was stronger in some ways, but weaker in other ways. The doctor continued to worry about Ginger's mental state, but their conversations about her grew less. Caren knew that Ginger was suffering greatly, but she wouldn't show it or let it be known in any way. The doctor had stopped looking in Ginger's eyes for a sign or a hint that she was recovering. That dark, lifeless, empty look in her eyes was always there. She smiled, she laughed, she looked alive, but it was obvious to Dr Sherry, that the original Ginger was gone.
"Are you doing ok, Ginger," the doctor asked one week during a physical. Ginger was going on so many dates with different women that the doctor insisted on weekly exams. It was the same type of exam that the doctor had refrained from doing, what seemed like years ago. Ginger would sit nude on the exam table, her legs spread wide, happily chatting with the doctor as she was probed and prodded. With Ginger's schedule, gynecological exams were a must, for her own welfare. Her body was taking a lot of abuse in her work. But the demand for Ginger was constant.
"I'm doing great, how about you?" Ginger replied, the same molded smile across her face.
"You know you can slow down anytime that you want," the doctor said, watching Ginger for a reaction.
"Slow down, why would I do that? I love every minute of it. I told you that I would make a good sex slave. I have, haven't I? Haven't I done well?" Ginger asked, a blank look on her face. Ginger didn't even seem to notice the vaginal speculum inserted deep into her.
"Ginger, do you ever orgasm when you're on dates with these women?" the doctor asked softly. As familiar as Dr Sherry was with sexual activity, she found it hard to ask Ginger direct questions about her sexual episodes. It felt as if she were talking to her younger sister or her daughter.
"Every time. Just like clockwork. You might say that my pussy is very well exercised," Ginger lied, a big grin on her face. Ginger hadn't felt even a hint of sexual arousal since she was taken captive, years ago. She had not experienced an orgasm in years. The doctor could see the same lifeless look in her eyes. It was obvious to the doctor that Ginger wasn't going to open up. Since the rape, Ginger never talked about her past.
"You would tell me if you wanted to at least take a break, wouldn't you?" the doctor asked, finishing her exam.
"Sure, but I don't need a break. You can book me anytime you want to. I'm always ready. The more the merrier," Ginger said, hopping off of the table. She didn't even bother to put her loincloth back on. She picked it up and headed for the door, carrying the skimpy covering in her hand. The doctor just watched her leave.
"Anything that you want, just tell me. It's just like you said to me. I'm living the good life, can't you tell? I've never had this much fun," Ginger said as she reached down and patted her pussy. She headed out the door, back to her small room.
The doctor didn't know how to reach Ginger. It seemed that the original Ginger was a million miles away. It had finally reached a point where Dr Sherry had given up on trying to get Ginger to open up about her feelings. She could only keep an eye on her and wait for the complete meltdown that was bound to occur. She just hoped that it wouldn't destroy Ginger in the process.
"Ginger, I have something a little bit different for you, if you're interested," the doctor told Ginger one day during her weekly pelvic exam.
"Sure, I'm open to anything," she said laughing as she spread her legs apart farther, her fleshy lips folding outward. The doctor just stared at Ginger. She had never really gotten use to Ginger's jokes and blatant sexual suggestions. It wasn't even close to the Ginger that the doctor had taken out of a cage.
"This is something a little bit different, but I think that it might be good for you to give it a try. You don't have to, if you don't want to," the doctor said, watching Ginger carefully.
"I'm game for anything. What is it?" Ginger asked cheerily.
"I have a male slave that has done very very well in his work," the doctor said, trying to keep the obvious from being so obvious. She was picking her words carefully, trying to judge Ginger's reaction. "I want to reward him, and I think that you would be perfect as his reward," the doctor said, almost holding her breath. Immediately she could see Ginger's eyes go dark, almost as if her life force had dimmed. In truth, the male slave was a sex slave, an entertainment slave. Because he was very young and very handsome, he was in high demand by the usual rich, high paying female customers. He was being 'rented' about as much as Ginger was going on dates.
"Ummm, a male. It's been a long time since I was with a male," Ginger said almost in a monotone. The words were mechanical, almost as if she had gone into a trance. For just a moment, Dr Sherry thought she could see tears begin to well up in Ginger's eyes. Ginger's entire body posture seemed to go limp.