"Oh!" Her eyes widened as large as saucers. "Is that for me?"
"Yes, ma'am. But it is going to be a little different than past bubble baths. May I?" Caine began, reaching for the edges of her shirt. She nodded and lifted her arms for him to slip the material over her head. He then reached behind her to unhook the lacy, white bra and release her pert, pink-tipped breasts.
"No, don't look down. You're beautiful, May. My job allows me to see women at their best and their worst, but each is always beautiful in her own special way. You," he ran his fingertips along the outsides of her breasts, "are amazing."
"I'm so plain and stupid and…"
"Stop right there. Let me tell you something." Caine grasped both her hands in his and lifted them overhead. Slowly he turned her around as he spoke. "This body is a magnificent creation. And your mind is just as beautiful. Stupidity belongs to those who know, but refuse to use their knowledge. That is not you."
He stood in front of her, his hand still holding her wrists high in the air. Caine stared into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. "If you ever say something negative about yourself again, I will be forced to thrash your backside in a manner that will keep you from sitting for a day or two. I would really rather do other things with that bottom than paddle it raw." Caine lowered May's arms. "Am I understood?"
"You are understood." May whispered.
"Good. Step carefully," Caine said, helping her into the tub and holding her hand as she lowered herself under the bubbles.
"Are you coming in with me?" May asked.
"No, baby. I am going to help you, though." Caine kneeled next to the tub. "Do I have your permission to touch you?"
"You can do anything you want to with me. I'm not exactly innocent."
"That's not true. You are very innocent." Caine lifted a sponge to her face and ran a line of bubbles over her left cheek, "That is one thing I love about you."
"You love something about me?"
"I love many things about you. Close your eyes."
Caine ran his soapy hand in agonizing slowness down the side of May's neck and outer arm. He paused at the gentle swell of her hips, before moving it back up over her tummy to her ribs. She stiffened when his fingers circled the sensitive peaks of her breasts, alternating back and forth between the tight, round nipples. He grasped the left one firmly and rolled it between his fingers, waiting for her to relax.
"Oh, my…" May whispered, arching her back. "Wow."
"You like this. Excellent." He moved to her right side. "Haven't you had anyone play with your breasts before?"
"No. I mean, just me. Please don't stop. It feels so nice. I didn't know it could actually feel good."
Caine wrinkled his forehead as he obliged her. He watched her reaction. Something was not right. "May? Just how much experience have you had? May?"
No answer, except for a tiny catch in her throat when she tried to force back her emotions. The reality dawned on him, and Caine felt his stomach twist. She had been a virgin when she was raped!
"Dear Lord, why didn't you tell us? I am so sorry." His voice was tinged with both sorrow and anger. "I want your sworn promise, honey. If there is anything that is scaring you, tell us right away. We are not going to force ourselves on you. I promise."
"I know." Her voice was soft as she allowed her body to engulf the new sensation. "I trust you."
"Layton is going to want to kill those bastards when he finds out," Caine said, wrestling with his own anger. "Those sons of a bitches won't know what hit them."
"They're in jail, Caine. They will get out in a few years and laugh about how they gang banged the stupid little drunk whore. I had to come to accept that there was nothing more that would happen to them. Even if it did, it won't undo what they did to me. Your daddy taught me that. He helped me come to terms with reality, and that reality really sucked." May opened her eyes. "Are you crying?"
Caine wiped his face with the back of his arm. "Sorry."
May sat up and took his hand off her breast, holding it tightly to her heart. "No one has ever cried for me before. It makes me really believe that you, you know, care about me."
"I more than care about you," Caine said, locking eyes with her. "I wish I could have stopped this from happening to you."
"Then we might not have ever met. And I," May replaced his hand on her breast, "would not be getting this bubble bath. Help me forget, Caine. Show me that there is something good about my body and myself."
"You truly are amazing," Caine said, "Stay here and soak. I'm going to get Layton."
***
May strained to hear the conversation taking place in the other room. The voices were low and muffled, and only the sound of a hand slapping the top of the dresser gave her a clue about the topic being discussed. She bit her lip, sunk deeper into the tub and closed her eyes. Her breasts still throbbed from Caine's caresses and her bottom still ached from Layton's spanking. Worse, though, was the need that radiated from her pussy.
She tried to push aside the memories of the event and the things that her assailants had done to her body. There had been no gentleness in the way the first one attacked her mouth, biting on her lips like she was a piece of meat. He had slapped her sharply across the face when, in her drunken stupor, she did not respond. He wanted a response. He wanted her to fight him.
He took her angrily in front of his cheering friends. Thinking back, May was glad of her intoxication, for it prevented her from really feeling how he tore her untried womanhood. He slapped her again, over and over, and she just lay there. His friend took over after the first one relieved himself upon her, and twisted her left arm violently, dislocating her shoulder. He then violated her ass. That produced the desired reaction, and May had screamed out her terror and agony as his filthy cock drove itself into her body. The other two held her down on her back and pulled her legs over her head to give their friend full access to her tortured body. The burning was inordinately painful, like a hot knife shredding at the delicate lining of her private entrance. Even after he shot his load inside of her, he did not stop his cruelty, and began to slap her privates just to hear her beg him to stop. And then the third one—he could not decide which of her torn entry-ways that he wanted most, diving back and forth between the two once she had been forced upon her hands and knees.
"May? Sweetheart? What's wrong?" Caine asked, running into the room with Layton at his heels.
"Why are you screaming?" Layton knelt next to his brother and grabbed her ankle under the water.
May's eyes flew open and she stared at both of them with terror on her face. "I fell asleep. The nightmare—it came back and, oh my God, I'm so sorry," she broke into anguished tears.
"You're safe now. They can't hurt you anymore. Shhh," Caine pulled her wet face towards him and kissed her temple. "We will take care of you."
"It's time we undo the past. Caine, change of plans. Move out of the way," Layton said, his voice firm and decisive. He reached into the tub and scooped May into his arms. She continued to cry as he carried her wet body into the bedroom and placed her gently upon Caine's bed. Soft, fragrant towels were used to gently pat her body dry, and two sets of strong, warm hands massaged lilac-scented lotion into her flesh. How did they know that she loved the scent of lilacs?
"We need you to tell us everything that happened, baby," Caine whispered, his hands never leaving her body. "Layton's right. We need to try to undo the damage."
"You can't," May wept, sitting up. "I'm broken. Ruined. Nothing you can do will make what happened go away."
"You're quite correct," Layton said, massaging the fingers of her left hand, "We can't erase what was done, but we can replace it with something wonderful. Will you allow us?"
"I'm scared. I tried so hard to be brave but I can't anymore. I'm sorry."
"No more apologizing. I want you to tell us if there is something you need to help you work through this. Speak up."
"I want you to hurt me." Silence. May forced herself to
continue. "I want to feel pain. It helps me forget. That's why I love being spanked. It helps me feel something other than fear."
Layton held up his hand as Caine began to protest. "Let her talk. She knows what she needs more than we do."
"She's already been traumatized. I won't participate in making it worse. No."
"The difference is that this type of pain is controlled. By her. Caine, listen," Layton said, still holding May's hand in his and staring steadily at his brother. "Pain can heal as much as it can hurt. It's cleansing. You told me yourself that people are wired differently. If she thinks she needs it, and trusts we will neither harm nor abandon her, then our being hesitant might cause more harm than good."
"I refuse to force her. I said no."
"I'm not saying to force her to do anything. I don't think that is what she wants, either. Is it, May?"
"No," came the tiny answer.
"You've always been the daddy in your relationships, and spanked your girls when they were naughty. This is different. This place she is in," Layton said, "is one that we have to seriously think about. I can give her what she wants. I know I can take her to the place she needs to release her anger and her guilt, but I am not going to fight with you about it. We must be on the same page."
"I'm worried about her mental health." Caine kissed May's palm. "I can't risk sending her off the deep end. I know you've been in the harder end of BDSM, but it's something we haven't engaged in together. I'm afraid an intense session like what you are thinking of will set her off."
"Being hard core doesn't necessarily mean using whips and rubber loops. It means I can just go a little longer and deeper with a standard session, and not be as affected by the begging and tears. We have to believe that she knows what she needs, or at least thinks she knows," Layton said, looking at May, who nodded. "I trust you to tell me what you want. If it doesn't work, I am trusting you to say so immediately. At any point, if you are feeling like things are too intense and panic takes over, you are to tell me."
"I will. I promise. Thank you."
"Does this give you a little sense of control?" Layton asked.
"Very much."
"Is there anything else you can think of that we can give you?" Layton asked, studying her face.
"Yeah, well, I really need lots of loving and cuddles. The AP really brings me a sense of protection and love. I want more of that. I mean, if that's okay." May asked shyly.
Caine stretched out next to her and stroked her bare breast.
"Absolutely. I want to check you out. It will make me feel better to know how your body has healed, and I don't trust anyone else's opinion."
"I don't like doctors, remember?" May wrinkled her nose. "I also hate being probed."
"I have not forgotten that for an instant," Caine chuckled. "In the meantime, how about if you just lay yourself back down and relax? I won't hurt you. I promise."
May allowed him to push her back onto the mattress, and watched as he tucked a pillow under her knees. He reached underneath her legs and ran his hand along the inside of her right thigh, urging her thighs apart.
"Please, turn off the light. I don't want you to look at me."
"I've seen you naked."
"She's uncomfortable with more intimate viewing. Am I right?" Layton intervened, glancing at May. She nodded gratefully. "How about we dim the lights, just a tad?"
"I want to examine her. I need to see, not just feel."
Layton looked at May and tapped her nose. "How about we try something. Let's blindfold you. What do you think?"
May raised her eyebrow and offered a partial smile. "I think that you two are a couple of kinky bastards."
"Well, we kinky bastards both owe you a good spanking for saying that," Layton chuckled. "Do you want to try it?"
"I guess. If I start to panic…"
"It comes right off. I'll be back. I'm going to grab my toy bag," Layton announced.
"And I will get everything here prepared," Caine responded, sliding off the bed, walking towards the closet and removing the leather satchel he used for home visits. May sat up and watched as he set his equipment out on top of a sterile cloth that he had placed near the edge of the bed.
May swallowed dryly. The speculum looked huge, and the glob of lube next to his rubber gloves made her shiver. She glanced at him through frightened eyes.
"It will be all right, love. I guarantee that you will enjoy this examination more than you now dread it. This is what I do," Caine leaned forward and kissed her. "You will get the special rendition."
"Here we go," Layton said, walking into the room and setting his bag on a chair. He rifled through it, and pulled out a black satin mask that was still in its packaging. "Looky here, it's brand new. This should do the trick. Let's see how it feels." He slipped the satin over May's eyes and adjusted the material to fit comfortably on her face. "How's that?"
"Comfortable. Not too bad." May was surprised by how it instantly reduced her anxiety. "This type of dark doesn't scare me. How strange."
"Sensory deprivation is a great way to lower stress if used correctly. Are you doing all right?" Layton asked, stroking her arm. May just nodded.
"I'm going to have Layton sit behind you and hold you in his arms while I take a look at you. I do this for my home patients since I don't have a table." Caine said. "Layton, pull her between your knees and let her lean against you. There you go."
"This is kind of comfortable," May said, and Layton wrapped his thighs around her hips.
"I said you will probably enjoy this. Scootch forward to the edge of the bed so that your bottom is almost hanging off."
"What if I fall?"
"You won't. Layton, place your feet between her ankles and brace her legs. You can spread her open for me this way. There you go, spread her legs wider. Good. A little more, please."
"This is so humiliating," May groaned, feeling the cool air brush against her pussy.
"You are so beautiful like this," Layton whispered into her ear, nibbling on the lobe. His hands reached around to play with her breasts as Caine ran his hands up and down the soft flesh of her inner thighs and over her mound. May gasped as she felt his lips follow the path of his hands and work their way to her quivering clit.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, feeling his mouth embrace the head of her clit, his warm tongue circling around its swollen protrusion before drawing it in. "Holy fuck…"
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Caine sucked on her throbbing protuberance, and she moaned as he slipped a single finger into her wet cavern. Layton's fingers around her nipples tightened, and he began to pull and pinch in response to her flexing. May stiffened slightly, feeling a gentle tap at her outer labia and firm fingers spreading her lips apart. His finger slid between the folds of her inner and outer lips, and gently grasped the edges to separate them, one side and then the other. A single finger glided down her clit and slipped into her canal while his thumb made several caressing circles around the tip of her pulsing organ.
"Oh, my!" May stifled a gasp.
A single finger moved around the entryway to her pussy, massaging the lubricant around the edges, and stretching against the muscles to urge them to yield to his invasion. May felt her body loosen as the tension slowly gave way to arousal. She bore down slightly to open her body to a second finger, and hummed inwardly as she felt the digits slip to the soft roof of her pelvis. Caine drove them in and out, encouraging her to accept the gentle invasion.
"You're doing great, sweetheart. I'm just going to press on your tummy. Nice and easy," Caine said, pushing his fingers deeper within her and up towards the direction of her navel.
"I need to pee," May whined, as Caine palpated her organs from the inside.
"It's just the pressure on your bladder. You can let it go if you need to. There is a towel under you," Caine said softly.
"Kiss me," Layton ordered, feeling her tension grow. She joined her lips to his and sank against him as his
mouth covered hers, sucking on her lower lip and probing with his tongue. May's head swam, lost in sensation.
"Good girl. I'm going to take a look inside now. Easy does it," Caine's soft voice cooed as he replaced his fingers with the hard plastic bills of the speculum. The change of texture came as a shock, and May's muscles tightened quickly around the device as Caine eased the tip into her canal.
"Slow," he said, his mouth returning to her clit as he gently pressed the broad-billed device inside, "Just a little more."
May flung her head against Layton's shoulder and once again met his lips with hunger, her breath shortening as she grew close to orgasm. The sound of Caine opening the spreading plates was accompanied by an unusual, but not unpleasant, sense of pressure. Caine replaced his tongue with an expert finger upon her clit.
"What a beautiful shade of pink. Everything looks nice and healthy," he said, his warm breath blowing on her body. "I can see you are close to coming. Try to hold back."
"I can't," May shouted, her orgasm exploding in a sudden burst of power. Layton clamped his fingers upon her breasts in a hard pinch, making her arch violently against him. She shuddered, trapped in a delicious hold in his arms, her legs spread wide with a broad invader lodged within. She could feel her muscles press against every hard part of the speculum's wings, each spasm bringing her undeniable pleasure. When her breathing began to slow, Caine closed the bill and gently slid the instrument from her body, while Layton released the swollen nipples from his grip. Both men stroked her as she recovered, reassuring her of their presence.
"Are we done?" May puffed, her body covered with a fine layer of sweat.
"Not yet. Have you ever had a rectal exam?"
May visibly became rigid and she tore off the blindfold. "God, no. Not that."
Caine reached up from between her legs and wrapped his long fingers around her right cheek. "Look at me. I am not going to hurt you. I want to make sure you are in one piece down there."
"Why?"
"Because I enjoy anal sex," Layton said, his warm breath caressing her neck.
"No…" May whimpered.
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