Sextet
“Six short stories – six intimate glimpses of six real women.
Who knows - maybe you know one of them. A neighbor, perhaps? Maybe, a coworker sitting in the next office? Perchance even someone who has brushed up against you some time; surreptitiously touching you with a wet fingertip after bringing herself to orgasm for her Master or her Trainer, to fulfill his instructions to secretly mark a stranger with the sign of her obedience…
Are the stories as real as they are? Again, perhaps… If you discover one of them, you’ll simply have to ask her.”
*Anna*
She stands at the patio door, breathing in the scent of the night. The cool darkness licks at her flesh, enticing her. Fireflies dance in the shadows beneath the canopy of leaves that darken the moonlit sky above. She unbuttons her blouse, letting the gentle breeze bathe her flesh with its soft caress. One hand is fumbling with the drawstring on her skirt, sending it fluttering to the floor to pool around her feet while the other is shedding the shirt that clings to her moist flesh.
The evening zephyr brings a crowd of goosebumps to her arms and a chill down her spine. She leans forward, pressing her lips against the metal screen. She sways back and forth, slowly dragging her hard, erect nipples over the rough textured screen. God, how she wants to be taken right now. She can feel the wetness and the heat building inside her. She needs to be forced open and taken, hard and violently.
A shadow passes outside at the limit of her vision, disappearing into the inky black almost before her retinas can process the fleeting image. It is time.
She slides the screen door open and steps out, into the night, closing the metal curtain behind her quietly so her parents upstairs in their bed can’t hear her escaping from the tired normalcy of their everyday existence. Her reality lies elsewhere – out there, in the darkness.
The close-cropped grass tickles her feet as she feels her way across the lawn, veering around the ragged clumps of flowers that her mother calls her Garden of Eden and towards the grove of trees and unkempt shrubbery that marks the boundary of her parents’ domain.
He’s waiting there for her, his urgency as hard as hers is wet.
She moves quietly, and slowly; savoring the nightsounds and the scent of damp, moist earth between her toes. The crickets go silent, crouching fearfully beneath last year’s unraked leaves, waiting for her to pass so they can resume their unorchestrated chorus.
Closer, closer, closer…. The century-old trees emerge from the inky gloom; like twisted, distorted crucifixes with their gnarled limbs bent and rising up towards the moon as if pleading for deliverance from the slow cadence of their rooted-in-place lives.
And then he is there, wrapping the ropes around her wrists, binding her to the giant oak tree that she had climbed as a child, her arms almost encircling the ancient tree’s girth and her tits pressed against its rough, splintered bark. She’s breathing faster now, her heart jackhammering in her chest as if she were on the verge of a cardiac explosion. Her legs are forced apart and tied to the base of the tree. And lastly, a pair of silken panties is forced into her mouth.
Panties dripping with the fuckcream of another woman; another slut, another slave. One who has been taken and used and fucked beyond mercy less than an hour ago. She does not know who she is or who she was. All she cares about is the whip that is snapping against the air, reaching out for the fireflies, as it dances and leaps while it waits for its first taste of wet, ripe female flesh.
This flesh. Hers.
She is glad for the cum-soaked panties in her mouth. She knows she would be impossibly loud - wake-the-dead loud - if she wasn’t gagged. And she wants the whip, his whip, more than anything in the world right now.
She arches her back and thrusts her ass outwards, as far as her bonds permit. This is her signal. She is ready, and oh god she wants to feel the hot, burning fire of the leather marking her ass.
CRACK….. and then it begins.
Upstairs in the house, the light in her parents’ bedroom is extinguished. They will be fucking now, too. Gentle, sweet lovefucking between the rose-patterned sheets. While their daughter is being whipped to a mind-shattering, silent orgasm in the yard beneath their window. They have given birth to her and raised her, yet they can no longer claim her as theirs. She belongs to Him now, and to the whip.
*Melissa*
She sat at the desk in the corner of her living room, blowing little puffs of air across her fingertips. The glossy rose-pink painted ovals were almost dry. She glanced again at the screen, hoping against hope that he would be there. That he would find her tonight. It had been – how long? Weeks. Forever, almost. And she was crawling up the walls with needing him.
The house was quiet now. Only the sound of the washing machine in the laundry room and the fan in the computer cabinet and the just-then clink of a clutch of new ice cubes falling into the tray in the refrigerator were there to keep her company.
The house was almost never this quiet. Melissa never seemed to have enough time to herself now. And time for what she had only shared with only one other living soul.
The birthing of the ice cubes had drawn her eyes towards the kitchen for a moment. She returned her gaze to her fingers, and to the screen.
The new black-bordered rectangle was there, centered in the middle of the screen and overlaying the tangled nest of overlapping and tiled little windows that were filled with this week’s crop of work and family related emails that demanded so much of her attention in her time-starved life.
“Hello, mine,” his words said.
Her heart leaped and she felt a surge of adrenaline race through her body. It was always like this. She was Pavlov’s dog the way she responded to him; and he had a firm grim on the leash that defined the limits of her existence.
“Hello, Master! Finally! It has been far too many days.” That it had. Their hectic schedules and the multiple time zones between them never made it easy.
“How has my sweet girl been?”
“Incredibly busy, but in a good way. How have You been, Master?”
“The same. Not getting nearly as much writing in as I’d like, but mostly good-busy.”
“I did tell You that I liked your new stories… didn’t I?”
And she had. That was no exaggeration. She always did. His words never ceased to amaze her, with the way they seized her imagination and made her impossibly wet and longing for his touch. Both the words he wrote of Michelle and the others and shared with the world, and those that he directed at her and her alone.
Her - Melissa. One of his owned.
She still marveled at that. That this had lasted so long. Three years it was now. She still remembered when he had first spoken to her. Telling her that he had loved one of the handful of stories she had committed to the internet, to be put on display for countless thousands – well, maybe at least a few dozen – who might stumble across them on their way to somewhere else.
“Yes, you did tell me. In an email, last week.”
“J is at the Friday night high school football game right now.”
“Is that a hint, that there is a needy, wet cunt begging to be used?” The smiling devil emoticon at the end of his words telegraphed his intent.
“(laughs) It really wasn’t… but there is ALWAYS a needy, wet cunt begging to be used here.”
“How long before your Princess returns?” he asked.
“She’ll call me first, I think. The game started at 7.” She glanced at the clock at the bottom of the screen.
“Then we have an hour.” His words filled the chat window in cascading stream of letters. “I want a big vibe in your cunt now, on Medium. And get your nipple clips and clothespins and the syringe. And the anal plug.”
“Yes Master…. throwing a towel onto my chair (assuming I’ll be sitting on it, perhaps) and running for my box.”
She dashed for her bedroom, and flung open the closet door. The wooden box sat at the far back corner on the top shelf. It was well hidden here. J never rummaged for things in her closet. She respected her mother’s privacy; and besides, their sizes and their tastes in clothing were not even remotely alike.
The box was heavy, as it always seemed when she stood on tip-toe and strained to reach it. She pulled it down and carried it back into the living room. So much of her life was in this box. Part of her soul resided in it, restlessly sleeping for when that part of her had to remain hidden.
“We shall make this fast, and rough…. and profane.”
“Oh yes… fast…. rough and profane. Gawd, it’s been too long… “She sat on the chair and put her ankles on the top of the desk, on either side of the keyboard. She forced the vibe into her without waiting to get it wet in her slit.” She felt the urgency, too.
Ungggh. The vibe is resting inside of me…. so nice…. I have the other items here.”
“The nipple clips now - insanely tight. After you first bite your nipples and saw your teeth back and forth on them. Then stretch them out as far as you can and tighten the metal on them.”
“Yes…. now… doing so now.” She gasped aloud in the silence. She tightened the clamps even tighter, and shuddered.
“And when you have done your nipples, go get your surgical tape, too.”
“It’s been too long between clampings….. so sensitive….. It hurts… so good.”
“And now the cunt lips. Two clothespins on each, and then taped to pull you wide open. Like a shameless dripping wet slavecunt.”
“Yes…” That was her, reduced to a handful of pornographic syllables and a puddle soaking the towel on her chair. She concentrated on stretching her labia and attaching the blue plastic pins to her flesh. The waves of pain crashed over her again and again as she relaxed her trembling fingers’ grip on each one. And then the tape and the stretching and pulling back…
“Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod… Hurts… fuck, it hurts…”
“It’s taking you too long. I can see you are out of practice - your flesh is not used to be stretched like this.”
She could tell by the speed of his typing that he was getting impatient. She glanced at the clock on the screen again. A third of her time was already dissipated. Only forty minutes left in the hourglass of her existence.
“The tapes are short… about 2 inches, so I am stringing them together… two each make 4 inches, and that is perfect. Sorry… one more to go,” she typed.
“Put your nipple chain between your teeth and pull your tits up while you do your cunt.”
She immediately did as he commanded. Another body-slamming wave of pain coursed through her. She had to strain to see his words on the screen, with her head tilted back like this.
“And now start fingering your asshole. Fucking it while you stand and rub that naked wet cunt and clit against something hard and unyielding.”
“There… done… and gaping…. yes… wetting my bottom with my juices…. pushing a finger in.”
She lurched to her feet, and pressed her cunt against the edge of the desk. She loved being splayed open like this. Like his shameless slave whore cunt fuckdoll… She reveled in the words in her head. She was each of them, and all of them.
“You’re my slut, and my slave and my CUNT. My mellyCUNT.” His words fell like a hard, merciless hand striking the naked flesh of her ass. Stinging and burning…. and making her cunt spasm and gush.
“I think of myself like that… even at work… I roll ‘mellycunt’ around my tongue… spell it out sometimes when I type (only to erase it)…. You told me once that you use it as one of your security passwords at work.”
“I do. It excites me when I type it in, just as you excite me.”
“It still… sustains me. The name you gave me. And knowing it is yours, like I am yours.”
“Knowing that I branded you with that name and that it, and you, are mine, forever.” He paused for a moment, leaving her breathless and wanting to claw at her clit and rub it and fuck and cum, but knowing she was forbidden to do so.
“And now it is time to impale your ass, with the plug. Do it now. One, steady rapacious plunge in… NOW. And keep that nipple chain taut. No slack. None.”
“(sweating) Yes Sir.” She bent forward, careful to keep her titchain tight in her mouth. She aimed the giant flesh-colored thing at her asshole and started to push.
Screaming helped…. The lip of the desk cut into her wet pink pussyflesh, and pressed against the clothespins holding her labia open. This pain, and the agony in her nipples, helped. She moaned and pressed harder.
“This thing is so fucking big…”
“Is my slave’s ass filled yet?”
“Y…yes… spasming.”
“Her eyes may be filled with tears of pain, but her ass must be filled to its limit. Go get your crop now, mellyCUNT.”
Her body spasmed at his words. He was, indeed, going to be rough –even brutal – with her tonight.
“Yes Sir… moving carefully.”
She walked gingerly to her bedroom and knelt alongside her bed. She reached in deep between the mattress and box spring to retrieve it. She kept it here, close to her so she could use it on herself those times when she awakened in the middle of the night and needed his presence; for when he wasn’t there on the screen to take her and use her and to release the pent-up energy that needed to be released this way to keep her sane.
“I have it.”
She held the short black leather shaft with the broad, flat oval at the tip, caressing it and wanting to kiss it. She had had every inch of this in her slit and in her cunt, fucking with it and imbuing it with the essence of her submission. She had fucked with it and used it on her, his words guiding her hand as if it was him flogging her with it.
“Fifteen strokes on the clit. Right now. Make it snap. And turn the vibe in your cunt to High now. No mercy. No limits.”
“Yes… turning it to high…. splayed open…. beginning… ”
She arched her back and hit her naked, exposed clit. The room swam in front of her eyes. She held onto the back of the chair, and did it again. And again. Counting each one aloud, her voice becoming shakier as each wet slap reverberated in the small room.
“So sharp…. burning…. done. Gawwd, I need this. More, please?”
His answer was swift. He had it already typed, ready to send the instant she responded. He truly did know her, down to the deepest, darkest corner of her soul. No one else had ever touched her there, so deeply and so profoundly.
“Twelve with the crop on each nipple. Right over the clamps. Then twenty more on the clit. I want it to truly SNAP.”
“Yes Sir… and no cumming?”
“No. You know better than to ask, mine. Do it now.”
She did it, alternating the twelve strokes across her nipples, first left and then right. Waiting a long handful of seconds between each to let the pain soak all the way to her marrow. No need to hurry through the firestorm that roared within her. She wanted this, needed this, this cleansing fire. She wanted to make it last, to let it consume every last fiber in her body.
The twenty on her enflamed clit took longer. She waited a full ten seconds between each stroke, levering each blow with increasing fury and power against her cunt. It was amazing, the way she could do this now. Doing it to herself. Her hands doing the work of her Master’s.
There. Done. She struggled to keep her nipple chain tight in her mouth. Her spit dripped down the metal links in little rivers, just like the wetness sluicing down her thighs.
“Pelvis thrusting… and even withdrawing from the burn of the now-wet flogger flap…. my clit feels numb… but also stings.”
“And now put the syringe on your enflamed clit. Suction it out and stretch it while you scream and melt into the floor. Stretch it and hold it…. I want you bathed in sweat and delirious with needing what you are begging for, inside your head.”
“Ohgawdyes…. You are so wicked… You know me so well.”
She took the oversized plastic syringe and placed it over her clit. It was so RED. It pulsed with a feverish energy in time with her heartbeats. She pressed the flared flat handgrips of the syringe down against her on-fire flesh. And then she pulled up on the piston, stretching and lifting her clit up, away from her body. She moaned and spasmed again.
“He’s not going to let me cum, tonight. Ohgawd, he’s not going to let me.” The panic rose in her. She was nearly delirious now. Could she even hold herself back if he demanded that of her? Tonight, she wasn’t sure. Not at all.
“Put whatever clothespins you have left, on your tits, around your clips. But put one each OVER the clips on your nipples. ”
“Yes… alright… my clit is like a “thing” unto itself… my mind is centered on it.”
“When you are done decorating yourself, get another vibe. And then hold it against the barrel of the syringe - on High.”
“I can’t stop moving…”
“I want you to kneel, legs apart, back arched, tits aimed at the ceiling, with the second vibe held against your syringe, while your other hand slowly works the plug in your ass in and out a little bit, and your teeth hold the titchain. You will do this, counting three minutes in your head, without moving or breaking position. I shall count the time and see how well you do at measuring it. I shall tell you when to begin. So take some deep breaths and prepare for my signal.”
“Obediently waits.”
“Now.”
She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the dark wet pool of her iniquity. Three minutes. An eternity.
“Done,” she typed after blinking the fog from her eyes. She had no idea how long it had been.
“So, was that 3 minutes?”
“It may have been more, Master…. it was 8:52 when You said “now”… and now I see it was 8:56 when I said “done”
“Yes, it was 5 minutes. I gave you a little more rope tonight. Now start fucking in earnest, with the vibe in your cunt. And restretch your clit with the syringe and keep the other vibe pressed against the syringe. To the very fucking edge, now.”
“Ohgawd…. it’s…. so hard… I can’t, for long….” She bucked and twisted and moaned at the cacophony of sounds and sensations screaming for her attention. There wasn’t much willpower left. He always found the last scraps of her endurance, and ripped them from her grasp. And then, somehow, magically, she found a tiny bit more. But tonight… she wasn’t sure where that ‘more’ might be. He had stripped her absolutely bare, from the inside out with what he had done to her already.
“Now pop off the pins that are on top of your nipple clamps…”
“…shaking…”
“And now the rest of the pins on your tits… keeping the clamps on. And keep fucking, slave.”
“Please… the vibe on the barrel… i can’t take it.”
“Continue. You have no choice, but to continue. We both know that. Remove the plug from your ass and ram it back in. You live for this. THIS is what makes you ALIVE, mellycunt, mine. There is nothing else, but this. Right now, here, needing, needing more, and more and more.”
“Yesssss….the pain of the plug… distracts me from the need to come……ohjeezus…”
“Use the crop on the inside of your thighs. Hard and fast. Make them pink, and pinker, verging on red. You’re a dripping wet mess, slavegirl. And you’re MINE.”
“It’s shameful how needy I am… How I love to fuck. And gyrate. And endure…”
She danced for him, a sinful, wanton, masochistic dance of the shameless and the damned. Her body jerking and shaking as she flogged herself to a fresh, frenzied peak of pain-wracked rapture. The world could end right now, and she wouldn’t even know it. Nothing else mattered, but what she was doing, and those little, ordinary-looking strings of letters on the screen that controlled and defined her very existence.
She looked at herself in the mirror that night as she was getting ready for bed, brushing her long blonde hair the way she remembered Raymond brushing it for her when she was a kid, and did not like what she saw at all. She told herself she was lucky to have such a loving, caring and understanding foster father as Raymond, that she should consider herself very lucky indeed. She was not sure what the feeling was, but found herself sitting in front of the mirror wondering if she was actually a submissive woman. She remembered the conversation that she and Jason had earlier that day, and decided to ask him in the morning what a submissive woman was. She thought it would be best to see from his point of view if she may be a submissive woman because if that was the case she needed to know what a submissive woman does, does not do, how they act and finally what they wear. She got up before anyone else in the house and worked out for an hour, then had a shower, put on some clean clothes, went and started making breakfast for everyone. Jason was the next one up and he was surprised to see her making breakfast, she decided to ask him right then and there what a submissive woman was and if she may be a submissive woman, which had him shocked because he was not expecting her to ask him this.
He told her that a submissive woman lives to serve the Dom/Domme she was with. Kimberly still did not understand, so he told her that a submissive woman belongs to a Dom/Domme and does what they say and only what they say, and that if they don’t then they are punished in many different ways. She asked him if a submissive wears a collar, leash and clothes, he told her that submissives do wear a collar and leash but only when their Master/Mistress is with them do they wear the leash. She asked him again do they wear clothes, he told her that is something that most Masters/Mistresses will discuss with their submissive once they have collared the submissive. He asked her if she thought she might be a submissive, she told him that she was not sure but was starting to think she was because she took orders from men and enjoyed doing so. He told her that does not necessarily mean that she is a submissive woman, but that if she did not do what she was told and got punished for it and enjoyed being punished at times then there is a possibility she could very well be submissive. She told him that she liked wearing the collar but was not sure she liked wearing the leash, and asked him if that meant she was submissive.
He told her the chances of her being submissive were good, but that the only way for her to know for sure was for her to be given an order by a Dominant and see if she follows it or gets punished. She asked him how she would find a Dominant, he told her there were things called munches which are where people of the same mind get together and talk. He told her there are clubs that allow others to explore their dominant or submissive sides, and that some of these clubs allow hands on fun. She asked him if he would take her to one of these clubs, he smiled and told her that he would be honored to do so, but that she had to wear the collar and leash while there. She told him that she did not have a problem wearing the collar but was not sure she could get used to wearing a leash as well, then she got startled when she heard Raymond ask when breakfast would be ready. She told him that it was almost ready, turned back to the stove and started cooking the bacon, eggs and sausages. He asked if the coffee was ready, she told him it would be in about ten minutes, that she had not yet turned it on and to please give her a few more minutes before breakfast was ready. He told her that he was not in a hurry because he was going to workout for a bit, have a shower, get dressed, and would then be ready for a big, hearty breakfast.
Kimberly reminded Jason that their conversation was private and that she did not want anyone else in the house or her biological family knowing what she was asking him. He promised her that he would rather die than to let anyone know his foster sister thought she might be submissive and was asking him what he thought. She smiled at him, told him that he did not have to die, but that if he did not start helping with breakfast she would seriously hurt him, and he told her that was not a smart thing to say to a dominant because it could get her punished under normal circumstances. She reminded him that these were not normal circumstances, but instead it was her looking to see what was wrong with her that she liked taking orders and wearing the collar she had been made to wear the day before.
Kimberly told Jason to go wake George, Clinton and to let dad know that breakfast was ready, but that if they were not there in twenty minutes they would miss out because she had to be at the funeral home in an hour. Jason woke George but Clinton was already awake and had gone to get the morning paper which had a picture of Paul on the front page, which made Kimberly start crying again and she thought she could cry no more but seeing Paul’s picture on the front of the local paper had really upset her. Clinton told her he was sorry that he had upset her, she told him that it was not him that had upset her but the fact that her brother was no longer among the living. He told her she would do great singing her songs at the funeral and asked who the guy was that had come to see her last night, remembering what Billy had told her she told Clinton that he was a lawyer from the military base.
Clinton asked what he was doing here so late last night, Kimberly told him that there was a problem on the base and that because she was only two weeks shy of getting her wings to become a second lieutenant that he had to inform her of the problem. Clinton seemed to be happy with that answer and told Kimberly that he hoped the problem would soon be resolved because she had enough to deal with right now. She assured him that all would be worked out by the time she went back to the base at the end of next week, but that he had to promise no matter what he would not tell anyone about the lawyer showing up at the house so late last night. Clinton promised her he would not say anything about it to anyone, and George asked what they were talking about when he came into the kitchen so Kimberly told him that it was military business and not to worry about it.
Chapter Two
George went to make sure dad knew breakfast was ready, came and sat at the table to have a good breakfast before they all headed to the funeral home. Kimberly was so nervous that she had nothing but toast and tea for her breakfast, went to get dressed, pulled her hair back into three ponytails joined at the bottom, did her make up and got her shoes on. She was ready to go before the men were and was playing the piano to get herself psyched up for her debut at the funeral home. She was told a talent scout may be there that morning when she turned her cell on to check messages, because she had a feeling that she had a message from John making sure she was okay. He had called not only to make sure she was alright, but also to let her know the talent scout would be at the funeral home when he learned that Paul’s little sister was to be singing at the funeral.
Kimberly arrived at the funeral home before her biological family had, sat at the piano and started playing the song by Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock “Picture.”
Everyone that came in heard her playing it and singing it very well, they commented to her after she was done singing it, telling her that she had a good voice and should be recording her songs that she had written. She was so embarrassed because she had not thought her voice was that good, but when they told her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about she started to relax a bit more. Billy showed up with Jane, helping Kimberly to relax a bit more, and she went to them, thanked them for being there, then told them she hopes they enjoy the music. They told her that they were proud of her for being strong enough to do this, and that they knew she would make Paul proud of her for doing this. They even told her that she would make anyone that showed up proud of her for overcoming her fear of performing in front of so many people. She did not realize that there would be over two hundred people at the funeral until she sat and started playing the theme songs from a few of her favorite shows to warm up. Once everyone had arrived she was asked to say a few words on behalf of the family because it is what Paul had wanted her to do before she started playing her songs. She got up and thanked everyone for showing up, told them that she did not realize so many people knew and loved Paul the way she had and that she hoped that they would enjoy the songs she chose to sing that day including Paul’s favorite song.
Kimberly sat at the piano and started playing Wind beneath My Wings, Little Angels, and Little Sister Don’t You. Paul had sung Little Sister to Kimberly when he learned she had joined the military. When she was done playing her songs everyone stood up and applauded her, saying she was great, that she should consider singing professionally. She thanked them, told them that once her training in the military was done she may ask for a three month leave to start recording her songs and to go on the road for a bit playing at bars, and clubs that would have her. The talent scout approached Kimberly after the funeral, introducing himself as Bart, and told her that he wanted to sign her to a six month contract, that is when she told him that he would have to talk to her commanding officer at the base.
Bart told her that he would call and speak with her commanding officer about her taking some personal time to record her songs, as well as to go on the road for a few months. Kimberly told him that she had to finish training for a very important mission, that could not get away until she had completed this mission and Bart told her he understood that she could not abandon her mission. Bart told her he would see if she could take leave from the military after her mission was done, Kimberly thanked him and told him that she was looking forward to recording her songs. Kimberly started to feel a bit shaky, so she excused herself and went looking for her brother John to let him know she was feeling and to ask him to make sure that she did not make herself sick after she had eaten. When she found him and told him how she was feeling, he told her that she had better eat, that he would make sure she did not make herself sick after she had eaten and that he wanted to check her blood sugar before she ate. He went out to his car, returned with his bag and checked her blood sugar.
Then he told her she needed to be eating smaller meals through out the day so that she can keep her blood sugar at a good level because she may be hypoglycemic, then he explained to her what that was. She thanked him for being there when she needed him the most, he told her that he would always be there for her and that there was no need to thank him because that is what family is for. He told her that although he had not been there when she needed him as a kid, that he wanted to make up for it now, she told him that he had nothing to make up for.
He told her that he felt bad that even though he knew what was going on when she was younger, and did nothing to help her, therefore, he felt that he had to make it up to her. She just smiled at him, told him that she was not going to argue because it would upset him if she did, and then asked him where everyone was. He told her that they had all gone to the wake for Paul at the reception hall, and that they would soon be going, but that he wanted to make sure she would be okay before they left. She assured him that she would be okay once she had eaten something and relaxed for a bit, she told him that she thought the reason she was shaky is not only because she had not eaten but also because she had been nervous about singing. He told her, she did not show she was nervous while singing, but in fact had done such a great job that Bart was willing to speak to her commanding officer on the base about her taking leave for a bit.
She told John that she was nervous about recording and singing her songs for the whole world to hear, but knew that with the support of her family she would be fine. He told her that if he could be there when she was recording and singing her songs he would be, but that he had to finish his practicum and graduate. He told her he was on the dean’s honor role, and had been for the past six months, she smiled at him then told him that she was very proud of him. He told her that he was very proud of her as well for overcoming her fears and performing in public once again as she had when she was younger, and was in the choir at church. She told him that she had overcome it due to her military training, the love and support of both her biological family as well as her foster family. He told her that she would also overcome her eating disorder with the love and support of both families, that all she had to do was ask for help as she had done that day. She told him that she did not want to die, and had learned from her research on the Internet that she could die if she kept on doing what she was. She then told him that she felt she was too damned young to die because there were things she had not yet done, that she wanted to do. He asked her what she had not done yet, that she wanted to do and she told him, she had not been to Disneyland, Hawaii, Germany, that she had not been to Italy in a very long time and wanted to visit family there. That she wanted to go to Ireland, Scotland and France, she wanted to go to the UK to visit family there also and had not written any more songs, but that she wanted to do so because she loved to write.
When they arrived at the reception hall, Kimberly was greeted by friends and family wishing her well, letting her know that if she needed them all she had to do was call them and they would be there for her. She thanked them, let them know that once she was able to get time away from the base she would come home and sing in the local bar, and hoped that they would be there to see her sing. They all told her that she would have made Paul proud if he were there to see his baby sister sing, and be approached by a talent scout. That she was willing to lay down her own life to protect and serve her country to keep it safe from terrorists. She told them that she was serving her country for that reason and the fact that she was and still is proud to be an American citizen, but that she knew her family and friends would worry when she was called to active duty.
While she was at the reception, she got a call on her cell, excused herself, went to a private room and took the call. The call was from her commanding officer at the base saying that they needed her back as soon as she could get there, and that she needed to be in full uniform and ready to leave right away. She told him that she would be there as soon as she let her family know what was happening, and that she would be in full uniform and ready to go by the time she got there. She asked for two more hours and her commanding officer told her she had one more hour and then had better be arriving at the base as soon after that as she was able to. She told him she would be there within the next four hours and ready to go when she got there, she also asked if there was anything she needed to bring with her when she got to the base. He told her all she needed was her uniform on, her dog tags, and her weapons that she had been trained to use. She was trained to use a high powered rifle, her knife, and her sword, but was not sure she would need her sword.
She went back to her family and friends then told them that she was sorry but could only stay for another hour and then had to get back to the base. She told them she was called to duty and was not sure when she would be back, but did promise to write them as she could. They all wished her well and made her promise to try and safe, then each one of them gave her a hug before her brother John took her home to change, and from there they went to the airport where a plane was waiting to take her to the base.
She gave John a hug and a kiss on his cheek telling him she loves him and will miss him, he told her to be careful and to write as soon as she could. She promised him that she would do her best to stay safe, and write as soon as she could, but was not sure when she would be able to do so. She also told him that when she could she would call him to see how everyone was doing, and make sure that dad did not worry too much about her. John laughed, gave her one more hug and kiss before putting her on the plane that was there to take her to the base.
Once she arrived on the base she was told she would be going to Iraq to give their soldiers air support, and that it would be a dangerous mission. She told her commanding officer she did not care that it would be dangerous as long as she could be promised that she would be able to call her families to let them know how she is doing once in a while during her being stationed there. She was told that she would be taking orders from her fellow officer whose nick name was Snake eyes, and was asked if she had a problem doing so. She told her commanding officer that Snake eyes also known, as Billy was a good friend and that if she did not agree with an order he gave her she would tell him.
Upon arriving on the SS Seahawk, the carrier where all pilots take off from and arrive for their meals, personal calls and mail, Kimberly checked in with the Colonel and told him she was supposed to speak with Snake eyes (Billy) and get her orders. He told her that she could find Snake eyes in the dining room, and that she was to put her things in her quarters first, and had the gunnery sargeant show her to her quarters. She put her bags in her room, followed the gunnery sargeant to the dining room and found Snake eyes, told him who she was and he smiled at her saying that he knew who she was.
He gave her, her first order and she looked at him and told him to beat it or get beat that she does not kneel for any man. It was then that she realized she was not on a mission to help her fellow soldiers but to receive her training as a submissive. He told her once again to kneel before Him and she again told Him to beat it or get beat, it was then that He pushed her to her knees and told her that she was going to be punished for her disobedience. She told him that she did not understand, she then told Him that she thought she was there to help give air support to her fellow soldiers.
He told her she was there to get her training as a slave, and to offer air support to her fellow soldiers, but that she would be receiving her training as a slave in the evenings and during the day she would be giving air support unless otherwise ordered. Kimberly told him that she thought that was unfair, that she had no idea she was to be trained as a slave to which Snake Eyes replied “Talking back are we now?” Kimberly replied by saying “Sir, No Sir, I just thought that I was here to lend air support to my fellow officers, and nothing more Sir.”
Billy (Snake eyes) told her “you will do what I say when I say it and not ask questions unless it is to clarify an order. DO YOU UNDERSTAND SOLDIER?” Kimberly jumped slightly at his sharp words and replied “Sir, yes Sir, I understand Sir.” He looked at her and smiled, saying that was a much better attitude, Kimberly did not dare to look at him for fear of upsetting him. However, she did say “Sir, thank You Sir,” to which he replied for now on she was to call him Master at night and during the day she was to call him Sir. Kimberly being a brave, mouthy, sarcastic girl decided she could not hold back the laughter any more and started laughing hysterically. Her Master asked her what she found so funny, and she told him that she thought it was funny because she had come aboard the SS Seahawk expecting to be giving air support and nothing more. And now she had gained a Master and was happy that it was One she trusted more than anything in the world was. He kept his fists on his hips and looked down at her again, telling her that it was no laughing matter because she was there to lend her fellow officers air support while they were in Iraq. She told him she was sorry and that she would accept whatever punishment he deemed fit for her indiscretions, and that she would try not to let it happen again. He grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, brought her closer to him and kissed her deeply with love and passion, a passion she had never felt before. He broke the kiss gently and gave her a swat on the ass, telling her to get herself to bed because she had to be up early to lend air support to her fellow officers. Keeping her eyes lowered, she raises her head just a bit and whispers “Thank You Master.” He kisses her long and deep again, but this time with more passion than the last, she looks at him and smiles after he gently breaks the kiss. He asks her if she is happy that he is her Master, and she whispers, “Yes Master Snake Eyes, I am very happy and pleased that You chose me as Your slave.”
He smiles and once again gives her a swat, telling her to get to bed so she would be alert and ready to go in the morning. When he went to wake her in the morning he was surprised to see she was not in her quarters, so he asked another soldier if he had seen Kimberly. When the soldier told him that Kimberly was talking to the Colonel, Snake Eyes was concerned because he knew Kimberly was nervous about being onboard and giving air support. When he went to the Colonel’s office, he knocked on the door and was told to enter. Snake Eyes asked to speak to Kimberly, and the Colonel dismissed them both, letting Kimberly know he would work on a place for her to do her workouts.
Kimberly followed her Master out of the Colonel’s office, keeping her head held high, eyes lowered, knowing she might be in trouble with her Master for not waiting in her quarters. She followed Snake Eyes to his quarters where she was told to kneel before him she immediately did as she was told for fear of being punished severely if she did not. She knelt before him, head held high and proud, eyes lowered, knees parted, back straight, shoulders back, ass touching the floor, hands on thighs palms up showing her submission to him.
He told her that he was disappointed that she had not waited for him in her quarters, and asked why she had gone to see the Colonel. She told him, that it was because she was used to working out first thing in the morning and that there was no where for her to workout. She wanted to know if the Colonel might be able to help her find somewhere to workout and stay in shape, she then apologized for not doing as she was told. He told her that she should be sorry for disobeying him, although she did not think it was a direct order to stay in her quarters she should have done so any way. She kept her eyes lowered, with barely a whisper she tells him that will not happen again, and that she will accept the punishment that he feels fits this particular discretion. He told her to take her things off and fold them, then place them neatly on the floor by her feet. She did so quickly, yet with the grace and dignity of a good slave, knowing that if she did not obey his very words that her punishment could be prolonged. He then told her to kneel before him with her back to him; she did so quickly, yet gracefully, as a good slave should. He told her to put her hands behind her, once she had done so he cuffed her hands behind her, leaned down and kissed her neck softly sending shivers down her spine.
He asked her if she had ever be given the belt, she told him that her foster father was the last one to have given her a swat with his belt. He asked her when the last time she had been given a swat with her dad’s belt, and she told him that the last time she saw her dad that he had not used his belt but had used a whip. He smiled and nipped her neck, slowly moving down to her shoulders sending more shivers down her back, which made him, wonder if she was cold or nervous. Billy asked her if she was cold or nervous, and she replied by telling him that she was nervous, even after he had told her that he would do nothing to hurt her.
He releases her hands and tell her to move her hair aside and lower her head, she does so quickly and he places a collar around her neck and attaches a leash to the collar. He grabs her leash, leads her over to a post in the corner of his quarters, she bites her lower lip, while he wraps her leash around the post and fastens it back to her collar so her nose is against the post. He pulls out a set of cold steel handcuffs, while he does so she bites her tongue, and then he cuffs her hands above her head around the post. She thinks to herself, I wonder what I have done now to get in trouble, as he takes His foot and roughly pushes her feet back so she is bent at the waist. He then takes His foot and spreads her feet wide apart, as he does so, she feels her body tremble slightly wondering what she has done to get herself in trouble.
She hears the sound of His belt being unbuckled; she then hears the distinctive sound of a belt being slipped quickly through the belt loops of a pair of denim jeans. She sees the belt tossed to the floor beneath her, as she hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down she continues to bite her tongue. She hears a pair of jeans being slipped down a strong pair of thighs, then she hears the sound of footsteps coming toward her from behind, and as she hears the footsteps she bites her lower lip. She feels something rubbing against her slit from behind as his hands grab her hips roughly, she bites her lip again and with a hard thrust and He enters her from behind. He starts to pump hard and fast, with each thrust, He pulls her hips back hard, she can feel her arms getting sore as she bites her upper lip. His thrusts get harder…faster, and as they do so a low growl escapes his throat as he fucks her from behind, he knows she is holding back a soft moan.
He feels her muscles contract around His manhood, he continues to thrust hard and fast, as she continues to hold back her moans, he tells her “Do NOT cum, havoc, until I tell you to,” and she whimpers as she whispers to him, “yes Master.” He pumps harder and faster, pulling her hips back with each inward thrust, as he does so she bites her lower lip holding back the moans wanting to cum. He smacks her ass hard and quickly as he feels her longing, yet he will not stop. She can feel herself longing, waiting, hoping He will soon give her permission to cum, as if he can feel her thoughts he closes His eyes as His own release is imminent. He growls with pleasure at his little sub as she will not cum until he gives her permission, he continues to fuck her hard and fast. She continues to hold back the moans and hopes, waits for Him to give her permission to cum, he cums hot and deep inside her.
He continues to pump harder, faster and finally he tells her “NOW, havoc! You may cum!!” She lets out a soft moan as she cums, feeling her body tremble at her own orgasm, while he continues to fuck her slowing as He releases inside of her. She continues to feel her body tremble with her own orgasm letting out a soft growl, he smacks her ass, again and again. She continues to feel her body tremble with orgasm as she says “thank You Master Snake Eyes,” and he asks her, “You loved that, didn’t you?,” and her final reply was, “yes Master Snake Eyes.” He releases her hands, unfastens her leash and allows her to stand upright, she stands upright keeping her eyes lowered as she once again whispers, “thank You Master Snake Eyes.”
Billy pulls her to him and kisses her deep and with such passion she feels her knees getting weak, sensing that she is feeling this way he slowly breaks the kiss. He looks at her and gives her a swat on the ass making her jump slightly at the stinging from it, and whispers in her ear that next time she disobeys one of his orders she will be severely punished. He tells her she has to write in a journal at least once a week, even if all she writes is I have nothing to say. She tells him she is not good at writing in a journal and had been told that she needs to do so because of her past eating disorders, he reminds her that if she does not she will be severely punished for disobeying an order that he has given her. She tells him that she will do her best, to which he replies that her best is all he is asking from her and that as long as she writes something in it she will not be punished.
She told him she had a question and he told her to go ahead and ask, she asked him if she would be punished for anything that she writes in her journal and he told her that her journal was a place to write her inner most feelings, fears and thoughts, therefore she would not be punished. She smiled at him while keeping her eyes lowered and thanked him for allowing her to cum and asked permission to return to her duties. He told her she was to shower, get dressed and report to him in the dining room for her orders. She quickly jumped in the shower for five minutes, got dried off and dressed, went to the dining room and found her master waiting for her along with a half dozen other men.
They were told what their orders were and that because Kimberly who was to be called havoc during any and all missions was a second lieutenant that they would be taking their orders from her, and that she was going to be getting her orders from himself. A few of the guys bitched about having to take orders from a woman, but were quickly reprimanded and told if they had a problem with it that they were to take it up with the Colonel who was in a bad enough mood as it is. They were told the Colonel was in a bad mood due to having found out they were to be stationed there another six months, with only a select few to be sent home to attend to family matters. They were told it would be based on rank and a few of the guys again bitched because they knew that meant that they would not be able to go and tend to their family matters. They were told once those who had gone to tend to family matters had returned those that had not gone home would be sent home for a short period of time to tend to their family business.
They were then dismissed and told to get ready to deploy and to remember while up in the air they were to maintain radio silence unless told otherwise, except in emergency situations. They looked to each other then went to give Kimberly a friendly swat on the ass and when Billy saw the first guy do it they were all warned to keep their hands off her because she was his slave girl and not to be messed with in any way, shape or form. They all chuckled and nodded to him, letting him know they will not let anyone or anything hurt her, and he told them to see that nothing happens to her while on this mission or it would be their butts on the line. Kimberly told him that she was nervous about going on this mission and why she was nervous, he told her to play it safe and nothing would happen to her.
She promised to play it safe but could not shake the feeling that something was going to happen to her or one of her fellow pilots. When it was time to take off, she looked at her master and whispered to him that she loves him and will til the end of time, still unable to shake that feeling that something was going to happen. She was the first jet in line to take off, once in the air her fellow pilots followed her in formation and were told to maintain radio silence unless it was an emergency or she told them otherwise. They were in the air less than ten minutes before Kimberly got what was known as a boggy on her tail and could not shake him, she radioed for Sports Man and Tank to help her get rid of the boggy. She dodged left, right, pulled up hard and tried to lose the enemy in the hills but was unable to, she felt her right engine give out and realized she had been hit.
She radioed mayday, mayday I’ve been hit and tried to find a place to land but was unsuccessful at doing so, it was then that she knew it was either eject or die. She chose to eject and hope for the best, when she pulled the ejection lever the canopy refused to open so she had to manually push it open and pull the lever again. Once she had gotten clear of the jet, she tried to steer her parachute to a field where there was enough cover to keep her hidden from the enemy. Sports Man and Tank knew where she radioed from and tried to see if they could spot any sign of the plane but some bushes had hidden it, so they could not see anything. They radioed the carrier and told the Colonel and Billy what had happened and were ordered not to stop looking for her, they were told to try and find a place to land but to make sure and cover their jets so that the enemy would not find them.
Kimberly walked for what felt like miles when she saw a village, but was not sure she wanted to go check it out because of the feeling she still could not shake. She thought she heard someone and hid in the bushes, only to be grabbed from behind and was pushed to her knees, blindfolded and her hands bound behind her. She knew then and there that she was going to be taken prisoner of war, tortured and if she were lucky they would not kill her. She was taken to a camp where she was put in a cage with other Americans, the blindfold removed, her hands were released from the rope that had bound them. She tried to see where she was and who if anyone else was there with her, but she was unable to do so.
She was tired, scared and cold so she curled up and tried to go to sleep but her sleep was fitful, restless because she was scared and cold. When morning came she was told to get up and pulled out of the cage, taken to a building where she was told to remove her clothes and put on what looked like a rag. She did as she was told because she did not want to anger whoever was speaking to her, once she had the dirty dress that looked like a rag she was taken to another building where she was taken to a post and tied to it. She was asked what she was doing there, she only gave her name, rank and serial number and was told she would talk or be tortured in public for all to see what happens when an American soldier does not do answer questions. She continued to give her name, rank and serial number despite being whipped, having cold water dumped over her head, and being shocked with some form of electrical device.
She was beginning to see why it was important that she not know the full aspects of the mission she and her fellow pilots were on. She was led back to the cage with her hands and feet bound, pushed in and the other soldiers were told to leave her alone that they were not done with her just yet and that they would be back for her shortly. The other American soldiers asked her if she was okay and what they had done to her, when she told them she was told that she was doing the right thing even though she may not have thought so. When her captors came for her she was pulled roughly to her feet and taken to some posts in the center of the village for all to see her be tortured until she gave them what they wanted to know. Her hands were tied to the posts and her legs were spread and tied to the posts, then she was whipped mercilessly, cold water was dumped over her and yet she still would not give anything but her name, rank and serial number.
All of a sudden there was a loud voice telling the men that were whipping her and dumping cold water on her to stop and take her down from the posts where she was bound. It turned out to be their leader, he wanted to take Kimberly to his home and use her for his personal slave, but she did not know this until she was taken there and given a warm bath, fresh clothes and a hot home cooked meal. Once she learned why she was there she said that she would rather be whipped and tortured in front of the village than to be his personal slave, but he would not hear of it saying she was to beautiful to be treated in such a manner.
She was told she would do as she was told or not only be beaten by him, but also by his right hand man and when she saw his right hand man. She thought what her master would want her to do, so she decided to go along with what this man wanted until she could find a way to leave without being killed. She was ordered to her knees and told she would please him and his right hand man that very night, she kept her eyes lowered as she had been told by her master and did as she was told. She knelt before him, head held high and proud, eyes lowered, knees parted, back straight, shoulders back, ass touching the cold floor, hands on her thighs palms up for him to inspect her. He walked around her several times before stopping in front of her, leaning down and touching her breasts, then slowly moved his hands down to her cunny, she kept perfectly still and did not make a sound.
She was told to disrobe and place her clothes on the chair beside her, she did so in a timely fashion kneeling once more in front of him so that he could get a better look at her. She was scared and did her best not to show how she was feeling for fear of making him angry, he looked down at her smiling, then he told her to lay back while remaining on her knees. She was glad that she was still in training and was as flexible as she was she leaned back and put her hands back on her thighs palms up keeping her knees parted. She was told to call this person Muhammed, and that she would do as he told her knowing that if she did not that he would beat her with his belt, then tied to the bed and gagged for the remainder of the day. She did not say anything at first then she looked at him saying yes Sir, he smiled down at her. He kneeled over her sliding his cock into her mouth telling her that she would suck his cock until he told her to stop and then he was going to fuck her ass until she could not take it any more.
She sucked his cock til he told her to stop, he grabbed her and told her to get on all fours so he could fuck her ass hard and fast making her beg for more. She did as she was told but would not cum, cry or beg him to be harsher with her. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, or beg and she knew that to cum would surely have made her master very angry if he had not given her permission to do so. She was told to suck Muhammed’s right hand mans cock while Muhammed was fucking her ass, and she refused because her mouth was still sore from sucking Muhammed’s cock.
Muhammed then grabbed her by the hair and led to the bed where she was tied spread eagle, gagged and blindfolded being told her cunny would soon be sore from being beaten with Muhammed’s belt. Muhammed told her that his right hand mans name was Yahmmin and that she was to answer him by saying yes Yahmmin Sir or be beaten and tortured til she did as she was told. She was unable to answer due to the gag and respectfully nodded her head acknowledging the fact that she had heard Muhammed. When Kimberly heard Yahmmin speak for the first time she knew who he really was and felt a bit better knowing that she hopefully had a friend to help her escape from her captors. Muhammed took his belt and beat Kimberly’s tender cunny, and occasionally the belt would hit her breasts catching the nipples, and it had even landed a few times across her stomach. She knew that if she did not cry out soon it may anger Muhammed, but she was a stubborn soldier not to mention a stubborn slave and did not want to show her pain nor her fears to anyone. Muhammed stopped when he saw her cunny become a bright red, and walked to Kimberly, leaned down, asked her if she was going to do as she was told or needed to be punished.
He removed the gag and waited for her answer, she told him that she would do as she was told and asked if she could have a drink of water. Yahmmin got Kimberly a glass of nice cold water and helped her sit up so she could drink it, and told her that he wanted to fuck her mouth, she told him that she needed to use the washroom first. He released her from the bed, took her to the washroom, took the blindfold off and when she saw that Yahmmin was actually Hulkster she was relieved. He told her that when the time was right he would help her to escape but that for now she was to do as she was told or face the most severe of punishments he had seen Muhammed give out. Kimberly as scared as she was decided to go ahead and ask what that particular punishment was. When Yahmmin a.k.a. Hulkster told her that it was to be hung spread eagle and her hands tied to the same posts she was tied to before upside down she got more nervous than she already was. She agreed to do what she was told in order to avoid that particular punishment even though she was the kind of soldier who did sit-ups while hanging upside down. Muhammed was happy to hear she would do as she was told, then told her she was to please him while he was eating his dinner. He then told her that if she pleased him she would be given something to eat but that if she did not she would be punished severely for not pleasing him.
She looked at him and all she could do was say yes Sir, and he told her to get on her knees and suck his cock while he ate his dinner. Kimberly not wanting to suffer any more pain did as she was told but after a while her jaw started to get sore. Muhammed still was not done his dinner, so she stopped and asked to use the washroom, he told her to hurry up and get back to pleasing him. Kimberly was not given a chance to get any sleep that night because Muhammed wanted her to suck his cock so he could fuck her until she was unable to walk. He wanted to make sure she would not try to escape from him because she was pretty and could fetch a fair price should he decide he wanted to sell her.
He told Yahmmin that he did not want to sell her just yet until she had shown how well she could serve Yahmmin. Kimberly over heard them talking and remembered that Yahmmin a.k.a. Hulkster would help her escape when the time was right, she went back to Muhammed and he told her that she was to please Yahmmin right then and there even if her jaw was sore. She knelt before Yahmmin, head held high and proud, shoulders back, back straight, eyes lowered, knees parted, ass touching the cold floor, hands on the thighs palms up. She was ready to please him knowing that if he wanted to he could fuck her cunny or her ass and there was nothing she could do because it was he that would help her escape when the time was right. He told her to suck his cock til it was hard, she took his cock into her mouth, sucked, licked and sucked it more til it was hard, Yahmmin then pulled it out and made her lay back so he could fuck her cunny hard and fast.
With each thrust Yahmmin made Kimberly cried out in pain yet she enjoyed it and Yahmmin knew she was enjoying it and told her not to cum until she was told. He did not allow her to cum the first three times he fucked her cunny, but the fourth time he allowed her to cum, and felt her body shake with her orgasms. She had held back for so long that they were built up and when she was able to release she let out a growl here and there making Yahmmin smack her ass hard. When Yahmmin was done fucking her she was taken and given a warm bath, some clean clothes once again and a hot meal before being tied to the bed for the night. She was told that they would fuck her mouth, cunny and ass as they wanted throughout the night and that she would let them because she would be beaten in public for disobeying them should she not do as she was told.
Her sleep or rather what little sleep she did get was not peaceful due to them waking her at ungodly hours to fuck her mouth, cunny and ass and making her cry out in pain yet pleasure. Kimberly could not understand why she was enjoying the way they were treating her and in the morning when she was taken to have a bath she was left alone to wash herself and get dressed. When she got out of the tub she stood in front of the mirror and chided herself calling herself a bitch, slut and whore for enjoying what they were doing to her because she knew in her heart of hearts that what they were doing was wrong. She did not know why she liked what they were doing, nor did she know if she wanted to because she was scared to admit to anyone that she actually enjoyed it. She took a look around to see if anyone was in the house, seeing only Yahmmin with his back turned to her she ran out the back door and into the bushes where again she was grabbed from behind only this time it was Sports Man and Tank. Not knowing it was Sports Man and Tank, Kimberly put up a fight but because she had been beaten so severely and had not yet eaten she did not have enough strength to continue fighting. She passed out and Sports Man threw her over his shoulder, took her back to their camp to get something to eat and some medical treatment before the chopper came to pick her up taking her back to the naval carrier.
They asked her how she managed to get away and when she told them that Yahmmin a.k.a. Hulkster was the only one there and he had his back to her so she took the opportunity to run. When she was asked where she got the bruises and welts she refused to answer because she knew that the Colonel and Billy would be asking her the same questions upon her return to the USS Seahawk. Sports Man and Tank were worried about her though because she could barely walk let alone the fact she had not eaten much and what she had eaten she threw up. They asked her if she was okay, but when she did not answer but curled up and went to sleep they knew something was wrong because she usually did not sleep during the day. When the chopper came Sports Man and Tank had a hard time waking Kimberly, so they decided they would carry her to the chopper and put her in then they climbed in to sit with her while she was being taken back to the USS Seahawk. When she woke up in the chopper she was scared, confused and did not know what was going on, so Sports Man explained that she was being taken back to the USS Seahawk to debrief the Colonel and Billy.
Once they arrived back aboard the USS Seahawk, medical staff that was there to escort her to the medical office greeted Kimberly, when she arrived in the medical office the doctor and Billy were there waiting for her. The doctor told Billy that he wanted to examine Kimberly alone, but she would not have that she was screaming about being left alone with him and demanded that Billy stay. To help ease whatever had her scared Billy agreed to stay while the doctor examined her, and when the doctor did an internal exam to make sure she did not have any damage done from being beaten and tortured he looked at Billy and nodded his head. Kimberly did not understand what was happening, she started crying, and demanded to know what was going on and when she was told she may be pregnant she did not know how that could be because she had not had sex with anyone. She told them that she had not had sex with anyone and therefore did not understand how it is that she could be with child.
Billy smiled at her and reminded her that they had sex the day she left on the mission she and her fellow officers were on. She blushed a deep crimson red, and chided herself for forgetting something that was so wonderful and apologized to Billy for forgetting. He looked at her and told her it was okay because she had been through a lot he did not expect her to remember much of anything right away. He told her that the Colonel wanted to see her and the doctor told him that it would have to wait because Kimberly was severely dehydrated, and needed rest or she would be no good to anyone. Kimberly was adamant about seeing the Colonel and when the doctor went to touch her she started freaking out, Billy had to grab her and hold her while the doctor gave her something to calm down. Kimberly was told that she was on strict bed rest for the next three days and would receive a series of tests to see if she was with child and if she had picked up any diseases while being held captive.
They then put her to bed and let her get some rest, but Kimberly did not rest easily despite being given a sedative because she kept seeing what had happened to her and it deeply disturbed her to the point she woke up screaming. Billy had placed a guard outside her quarters to ensure she did not try to go anywhere, but the guard was out cold when Billy came to check on her. When Billy found her she was in the mess hall doing push ups, sit ups, chin ups and was shadow boxing.
When she turned to go get a glass of water Billy was there and scared her half to death, saying she should be in bed resting like the doc said. Kimberly being stubborn told him she was unable to rest and needed to do something to keep from going crazy. Billy told her that if she were with child she should be resting so that nothing happened to the unborn child she may be carrying, but Kimberly told him that unless she knew for sure that she was with child she did not see any reason to rest. Billy told her to go and have a shower, get dressed and meet him at the Colonels office, she lowered her eyes and barely whispers to him “yes Master Snake Eyes.” He looks at her, grabs her, pulls him to her and kisses her deeply, then as he breaks the kiss he looks to her saying “I am proud of you My havoc for not giving under pressure,” then told her to go and have her shower. She went to her quarters, grabbed a clean uniform, had a nice hot shower, got dried off and dressed, tossed her dirty uniform on the floor in her quarters then went to meet Billy in the Colonels office.
She arrived at the Colonels office, knocked on the door and when she was told to enter she said “Second lieutenant Kimberly Johnson reporting as ordered Sir.” The Colonel looked at her, smiled and said, “At ease soldier.” When she seemed to be at ease the Colonel asked if she was up to answering some questions, she told the Colonel she would do her best to answer them but that she may be a bit fuzzy on details. He told her that was fine, that as long as she answered as best she could he would be satisfied, and that if need be when they could they would get her to mainland to tend to family matters and possibly see the shrink they have on duty there. The first question they asked was what happened, when she told them that she had to manually push the canopy open and then pull the eject lever again, then she tried to land in the bushes and it was there that she was grabbed. She was forced to her knees, blindfolded, hands bound behind her and taken to some village, thrown in a cage with other American soldiers where the blindfold was removed and her hands freed from the rope that had bound them. She was grabbed in the morning, told to strip and put on what looked like a dirty rag to her, her hands bound again and pulled up by a rope til she was hanging by her wrists. She was whipped, had cold water dumped on her and an electrical device of some sort was used on her to shock her. She told the Colonel all she gave was her name, rank and serial number despite the amount of pain she was in.
She was then taken down and tied to posts spread eagle to be whipped and tortured in front of the village and her fellow prisoners to show what happens when an American soldier does not answer their questions. She then said their leader Muhammed told them to stop and take her down, they did so only for her to be taken to his house where she was bathed, given some clean clothes and a hot meal. She said after that everything became a blur and that she was sorry for not being of more help, but the Colonel said she had done fine and was dismissed to go see the doctor. Billy told her to stay in her quarters when she had seen the doctor so that they could talk because he was worried about her, she promised she would see the doctor but that she did not wish to stay in her quarters.
Billy called in the young naval officer that had been told to guard her room, told him to lock the door once she was inside and to not open the door for anyone until he got there. Billy then called Kimberly back in and told her she was to go see the doctor, use the head (washroom) and go straight to her quarters where he would meet her later. She was also told to let the guard know if she needed to use the head, that he would escort her there and back to her quarters. She looked at him, nodded her head and left to go see the doctor mumbling under her breath about feeling like she was once again a prisoner of war. She saw the doctor and was told she was with child, that she needed to be eating smaller meals more frequently, and get lots of rest or she would lose the child. She asked if there was a way to find out how far along she was but was told they would have to wait until she was on the mainland where she could get an ultrasound done.
She told him that she wanted to tell Billy that she was with child and that she would let him know what she was going to do once she knew how far along she was. Kimberly then went and used the head (washroom), to her quarters and laid on her bed crying because she did not know who the father would be. She was not ready to raise a child just yet because she was still a kid herself or at least that is what she kept being told by her foster brothers. When the young officer heard her crying he asked if she was okay, she told him she was fine but was not feeling well and would he take her to the head. He opened the door and escorted her to the head, and back to her quarters, once she was back in her quarters he locked the door again leaving Kimberly to cry and try to think about what to do.
Billy arrived at her quarters about a half hour later to find her still crying and asked what was wrong, when she told him, he looked at her and told her all would be okay as long as she did as the doctor had told her. She told him she would do what she was told until they knew who the father was, how far along she was and had made a decision as to what she was going to do. She then went topside to make a call from the deck, called her family and told them she would be home as soon as they could get a chopper to take her to the nearest base, catch a plane and would call them when she arrived back in the states. John asked her if she was okay, she told him that she would tell everyone what was going on when she arrived home to tend to some personal matters including spending time with the family. She was then told that they needed her, she bid her brother a quick good-bye and went to see what the Colonel and Billy wanted. She was surprised when she was told she was going home the next day and that she had 3 weeks to get everything in order and then would be shipped back to the USS Seahawk.
She was then ordered to her quarters to get her things together and then go to the mess hall to get something to eat. She was told after she was done there that she was to go straight to her quarters to get some rest, and that they would wake her when the chopper was there to take her to the mainland. She went back to her quarters, packed her things, went to the mess hall, ate and went straight to bed because she was emotionally exhausted. She went straight to sleep, but her sleep was a restless one because she kept seeing Muhammed, Yahmmin and the others that had beat her and tortured her, then hearing the doctor say she was pregnant did not help matters any. When Billy was told she was crying, he ran down the stairs, to her quarters, unlocked the door. When he saw her curled up in a ball in the corner he went to her but could not get close enough to hold her because she kept swinging her fists when he would try to get close to her.
He told her who he was and she got up, ran to him and threw her arms around him crying, he took her to the bed, sat on the edge with her and asked what was troubling her. She told him that every time she closed her eyes she could see what had happened to her and then hearing the doctor tell her she was pregnant were what was troubling her. He told her that he would be there for her no matter what she decided to do about the baby and that he loves her.
He promised to sit with her til she fell asleep, and she looked up at him, smiled then closed her eyes to try and get some sleep before going home in the morning. When Kimberly had fallen asleep Billy pulled up a chair and stayed with her for the night, just in case she woke up crying again and needed someone to comfort her. In the morning Kimberly got up, showered, got dressed and tried to eat something before the chopper picked her to take her to the mainland to catch a plane home. She spent the better part of an hour talking to Billy before the chopper arrived to take her to the mainland. She told him that she was scared to tell her family she was pregnant and has a hard choice to make because she was sure they might not understand what happened to her.
When she got on the chopper, she started crying because she was scared to tell her family what had happened for fear they may request that she stay back on the mainland, and she did not want to stay on the mainland. Upon arriving on the mainland she was met by an MP, and told her father had been rushed to hospital, and that once the chopper was fueled up they would take her there. She told the MP to take her to the C/O on the base, she met with him and told him what had happened, then asked if she could take a jet to the nearest airport and then get an escort from there. She was told she could take a jet but to remember she had to request emergency landing at the airport and if it was not given to press for it. Then if need be to land any way and explain to them the reason for defying their orders not to land. She promised to let him know how her dad was so he could radio the SS Seahawk and tell Billy what was happening, in case she was not back in time for regular duties. He promised her that he would tell Billy everything when she had updated him on her fathers condition, as well as her own condition. She was surprised that he knew she was pregnant, and did not know what to say other than “Thank You Sir,” to which He replied “There is no need to thank me, as I understand family emergencies all too well.” She smiled at him, requested permission to take off and he granted it to her. Once she checked the jet over, she fired it up and requested permission from the tower to take off, once it was granted she took off and hit mach two in order to get to the nearest airport to her home before her father passed away. Once she arrived close to the airport she radioed them and told them that she need emergency clearance to land, was told that she was to land on runway two where a car was waiting to take her to see her father.
She turned off the engines, but before doing so she checked the fuel level because she knew that going mach two could burn up a lot of fuel. She then checked the equipment to make sure it was all reading properly, asked the tower to see if someone could fuel the jet while she was gone, but that no one was to climb in and do any adjustments to it. She also asked if there was a way to make sure that it was safe because she had heard there were problems on occasion with leaving a military jet on civilian runways. Upon arriving at the hospital, she was greeted by her brothers told her that their dad was not doing too good and was hooked up to machines to help him breath. They wanted to warn her so that she would not be shocked because they knew how she felt when Paul died, and knew that when dad died she would be very upset.
When she entered the room, she started crying because it was hard for her to see the man who had once been so strong and loving laying there dying. She went to his bedside and sat there holding his hand telling him she was there for him, when he opened his eyes she could see that he did not want to be hooked up to the machines any longer. She told him that she loves him and that she understands that he no longer wished to kept alive by the machines any longer, then she told him that she would talk to the boys about taking him off the machines. She also told him that she was with child and was going to have a hard time deciding what to do depending on how far along she was. Her dad looked at her with tears in his eyes knowing that if she did have the child that he would not be there to watch him or her grow up.
When dad had fallen asleep again Kimberly gave him a kiss on his forehead and went to talk to the boys about taking him off the machines, telling them that she could see in his eyes that he no longer wished to be kept alive by artificial means. They asked if she was sure that she wanted to take him off the machines, but she told them it was not what they wanted that mattered any more because dad was always the strong one. It was now time for them to be the strong, brave ones and do what dad wanted, they told her to go sit with dad while they went to find the doctor and explain this to him and see what he says about taking dad off the machines. Kimberly went back and curled up by her dad with her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, knowing it would not be long before it would stop beating and that she would be crying like a baby.
When the boys returned with the doctor, Kimberly was asleep with her head still on dad’s chest and the boys decided to have the doctor wait til she was awake to take dad off the machines. Kimberly woke up to find the doctor and the boys in the room with her, when she had woken up a bit more the doctor asked her if she was serious about taking her dad off the machines and she told him that she was. Just then her dad woke up and she looked at him, told him that she had told the boys and the doctor that she wanted to take him off the machines. The doctor could see in her dad’s eyes that he no longer wanted to be on the machines, told Kimberly and the boys that it would be a hard time for them all but that they needed to know if it was what they truly wanted.
Kimberly told the doctor that it is not what they wanted to do but that it was not fair to keep dad alive and suffering in pain any more. She also told the doctor that it was dad who had always been the strong one and it was now time for the kids to be the brave, strong ones that dad had raised. The doctor asked Kimberly and the boys if they had given thought to donating their dad’s organs, and Kimberly thought it would be a good idea, so the boys agreed to do just that. The doctor turned off the machines and Kimberly curled up again with her head on dad’s chest, crying, telling him that she loves him and that everyone will miss him very much. She also told him that she would tell the boys what was happening with her and the difficult choices she had to make, that she would be sure to keep the good times she had with him in her heart. It was only a few short moments after the doctor removed her dad from the machines before he passed away, and Kimberly started crying again.
It took the boys a few minutes to get her to leave and when she did, she turned to go back in and curl up with her dad. Only to have John and Mark grab her, hold her and tell her that they knew it was hard for her to let their dad go. She glared at them and told them that they did not know how she was feeling, what she was going through or the tough decisions she had to make before returning to duty. Just as she was about to curl up with her dad again, the boys grabbed her, held her, telling her that they would get through this together. Kimberly finally collapsed in Johns arms, he carried her to the car, put her in the back seat, climbed in beside her and told Mark to drive them home so he could put Kimberly to bed and let her rest for a bit.
When they got home, John carried Kimberly upstairs and put her in Paul’s old room, covered her up, kissed her forehead, and left the room shutting the door quietly letting Kimberly rest for a bit. When she woke up, she looked around the room, found a t-shirt of Paul’s that she liked to wear on occasion, some shorts and a pair of her runners, got dressed, stretched and went downstairs. When she got downstairs John asked her where she thought she was going and she told him that she was going for a run, but when she got back that she needed to talk to him about something very important. John told her that the doctor from the SS Seahawk had just called to let her know about an appointment she had, and that he wanted to talk to her before she went for her run, but Kimberly was already gone by the time he mentioned the doctor calling.
Kimberly had her cell phone, discman and a couple of her favorite work out cd’s with her so that she could enjoy her run, yet not have to worry about missing any important calls. She had been gone for about forty-five minutes when her phone rang, it was John asking her when she was going to be home, she told him that she was just on her way back and should be there in fifteen minutes. He told her that she had an appointment with the hospital in an hour and that he wanted to go with her but she told him that it was something she must do alone. John was just as stubborn as Kimberly was, but Kimberly would not budge on this matter, telling John it was a personal matter and that she did not want anyone to be there with her, but instead would tell him what was going on when she returned from her appointment.
When Kimberly arrived at home, she ran up the stairs, jumped in the shower, got dressed and went to the hospital for her appointment. When she got there she was told to change for her ultrasound, once she was changed into the hospital gown, she was taken into the exam room, and the ultrasound was done. Once the ultrasound was finished, Kimberly asked how far along she was and when she was told that she was two and a half months along, she knew that Billy was the father of the child she was carrying. She also knew that she had to tell him right away and make a decision about whether or not she was going to keep the baby, give it up for adoption or have an abortion. She remembered how she felt when she was eighteen and had to have the abortion she had then due to having cancer of the cervix and not wanting to die or lose the baby either.
She thanked the technician that did the ultrasound for telling her how far along she was, and got changed back to her own clothes, went outside had a cigarette, and then called Billy to let him know what was happening. When she was able to reach Billy, she told him that he is the father of the baby, and that they needed to talk before she went back to the SS Seahawk so that she could decide what she wanted to do. She told him about her dad passing away, that she had to plan the funeral, pick out the songs to sing, sing at the funeral, and decide what to do about being pregnant. He told her that he would see her at the funeral, that they would talk more after the funeral about the baby and that no matter her decision he would be there to support her.
When Kimberly arrived home John was waiting at the door for her knowing that she would be upset when she had heard that there was an accident on the SS Seahawk. Kimberly saw John standing there, with a look like he had lost his best friend, and when she asked what happened she knew that she would not like his answer. He took her in his arms when she figured out that something had happened to yet another that she loved so dearly because she started crying. She asked who had died this time and John told her that Billy had been hurt in an accident on the SS Seahawk during a routine training mission. Kimberly asked John what had happened and when he told her that during what was to be a routine landing. Billy lost control of his jet and landed in the ocean but that he was alive, giving the doctor a hard time and telling the Colonel that he wanted to come for dad’s funeral.
Kimberly asked if Billy was really okay, John told her that he had a broken arm. He told her that Billy would still be able to give her a swat on the ass if she did not listen to what the doctor had told her earlier that day before she left to come home. Kimberly told John to sit down that she had something to tell him and that she was not sure he would be too happy about what it was she had to tell him. John sat in one of the wooden kitchen chairs that dad had said he would sand and repaint one day, then Kimberly sat across from him, told him she was two and a half months pregnant with Billy’s child. Well, if you could have seen the look on John’s face, you would have thought someone had killed his best friend because he was worried that Kimberly may not be able to carry the child full term if she decided to go through with having the child.
He told her that he was concerned about her carrying the child to term with her having had anorexia and bulimia when she was a child. She told him that she had been doing good with that, that she has been writing in her journal daily, if not every other day, told Billy when she was not feeling well and when she thought she wanted to be sick after eating. She promised to take it easy, follow the doctor’s orders to a “T” and rest when she felt tired if she decided to go through with the pregnancy. John asked her what she wanted to do, and to be honest because he would be there to support her no matter what she decided to do. She told him that she has to speak with Billy, see what he wanted to do, tell him what she wanted, and go from there. Kimberly told John that she needed to go have a shower, get dressed, start making the funeral arrangements and then pick out songs to sing at dad’s funeral.
John told her that Mark was up in dad’s room going through things to give away, Kimberly jumped up, ran up the stairs and started yelling at Mark, telling him that he had no right to go through dad’s things without talking to her and John first. Mark told her he was sorry if he had upset her, but that he did not think she would be up to the task of going through dad’s things and did not want her to have to do things alone. She told Mark that she was more than up to the task at hand, and would like to go through dad’s things, pick out a suit for him to wear, then find something dad had told her she was to get for her birthday that year. John and Mark left Kimberly to go through their dad’s things after telling her that if she needed them all she had to do was shout and they would come running back upstairs to help her. She told them that she would be fine, went to the storage closet, pulled out some boxes and started packing dad’s things in them after checking the pockets of his pants, suit jackets and dress shirts.
She found a piece of paper with an address on it, put it aside, continued to check pockets, placing each item of clothing in the box, when she found one of her dad’s favorite dress shirts she put it on and buttoned it up to feel closer to him. She found another suit that she thought would look good on dad for the funeral, checked the pockets, pulled out an envelope with her name on it, tucked it away to look at later and found another envelope with her name on it once again. She was wondering why her dad had these envelopes with her name on them in his suits, and decided to sit on the bed, open them and read the letters.
When she opened the one envelope, she was shocked to see a large sum of money enclosed with a letter to her, she opened the letter and started crying. She curled up on dad’s bed, reading the letter and fell asleep for a bit, when she woke up John and Mark were in the room worried because they had not heard from her in a while. She told them that she was reading a letter that dad had written to her about her biological mother, telling her that she would have been proud of what a beautiful young lady Kimberly had grown up to be. Both Mark and John agreed that her biological mom would be proud of what beautiful young lady she had grown up to be. They also told her that her mom would also be proud of her for getting help when she needed it, and most of all that she was serving her country as best she could.
She told them that she needed to talk to them about something that had happened while she was in Iraq, and that they may not like what she had to say. Mark and John suggested they order some Chinese food for supper and talk while they were eating, Kimberly agreed that would be a good idea. She told them that she needed to have a shower, get changed because she had not yet had a shower since returning home from her run earlier that day. They told her to go have her shower, get dressed, that they would meet her downstairs, and asked her what she wanted to order. She told them that she wanted ginger chicken, curried beef, curried chicken, fried rice, lobster and cream corn soup, some stir fried vegetables and some sweet and sour pork. Just as she was about to jump in the shower Billy called and asked to speak with her, she picked up the phone in her dad’s room, told John that he could hang up the phone downstairs.
Kimberly talked to Billy for about a half-hour, telling him that she had just read a letter her dad wrote to her about her biological mother, and the money he had enclosed with the letter. Billy told her that he would be in town the following day to spend some time with her and the boys, that when he got there they would talk about the baby and what she wanted to do. He told her that he wanted to keep the baby, but would understand if she did not want to keep it or if she wanted to have an abortion. Kimberly told him that she did not want to have an abortion because she remembers how she felt when she had the one she had to have when she was only eighteen due to having cancer of the cervix, and he told her that he understood.
He asked if she was okay, when Kimberly told him that she was doing okay, he told her that he did not believe her because she sounded upset. Kimberly told him that she misses him and her father, but other than that she was fine, that she could not wait to see him. Billy asked her what she was wearing and when she told him that she was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and her dad’s shirt, Billy told her that when he got there that she was to be wearing nothing and in bed or she would be punished. He then asked if he had made himself clear, and she told him that she understood and would do as she had been told because she did not wish to upset her Master. Billy asked if she really wanted to be his slave, she told him that was what she wanted and that she could not wait to have him there to tan her ass if she did not do as the doctor’s had told her.
He said, “Who is your Master?,” and she said “You are Snake Eyes Sir,” he then asked her again, “Who is Your Master?,” again she said, “Snake Eyes is a girl’s Master.” Billy told her that he was proud of his slave girl for resting when she knew she was tired and that he loves her but that he had to get going so that he could get some rest. Before hanging up he said, “I love you My havoc,” she said, “a girl loves You too Master Snake Eyes.” They hung up and Kimberly jumped in the shower, put on her dad’s shirt which hung down to her knees, went downstairs and scared Mark when the floor creaked under her feet. He spun around and yelled “KIMBERLY, that was not funny at all,” she said, “Sorry Mark but all I did was come downstairs and the floor creaked under my feet.” She also told him that dad had promised to fix that before he got sick, but that she would make arrangements to have it fixed before she went back to the US.
When their dinner arrived, John paid for it and Kimberly pulled down the plates while Mark got the milk from the fridge, and then grabbed some glasses for them. Kimberly dished out what she wanted, passed the rest to the boys, and poured herself a tall glass of milk even though she hated milk she knew she needed to be drinking more of it now that she was pregnant. Once they all had their dinner dished out, she told them that while she was in Iraq that she had been taken prisoner and abused severely which included being raped. Well, if you could have seen the look on John’s face, you would have thought someone had killed his baby sister and rightfully so, he asked if she was sure that Billy was the baby’s dad and she said she was sure.
John asked how she could be so sure that Billy was the dad, and she told him that she had an ultrasound done earlier that day, and that she was two and half months pregnant which means Billy is the only one who could be the father. John asked her if that was the appointment she had earlier and she told him that it was, but that she did not want anyone to be there with her because she wanted to do something by herself for a change. John asked her what she meant by that, and she told him that since having had anorexia and bulimia that no one would let her do anything without being right there to check to make sure she was not getting sick after eating and that she was resting.
John told her that it was because they are concerned that she may relapse and end up in the hospital with tubes down her throat to feed her and keep her alive. She told John that so far she had done good, especially when she was a prisoner while in Iraq. Mark asked her how she got free and was able to return to the SS Seahawk, when she told him that a friend who was undercover kept an eye on her but turned his back and she made her escape then. They finished their dinner, Kimberly cleared the dishes and put the leftovers in the fridge in case anyone wanted a snack later. Then she went upstairs to finish going through her dad’s things, and put them in the boxes for charity, read the rest of the letter she had started reading before she fell asleep on her dad’s bed, and get some rest before Billy showed up the next day. When she had gone through half of the closet, put the clothes in the boxes, she curled up on dad’s bed to read the rest of the letter he had written to her.
John came up to check on her before going to the grocery store, and pulled the blankets up over her, kissed her cheek then shut the door quietly letting her get the sleep he knew she needed. John had been gone no more than a half-hour when Kimberly woke up screaming in pain and grabbing her right arm, Mark ran up the stairs, into their dad’s room to see what she was screaming for. When Mark saw the bite mark on her arm, he knew that he had to call an ambulance and quickly, then he called John to tell him what had happened. What they did not know was if the snake was still there or not and how it got in the house, let alone in their dad’s room, so Mark called animal control to have them come see if it was still there. Once the room had been cleared the medics came in, started an iv on Kimberly, put her on the stretcher and took her to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Kimberly had lapsed into a coma and the doctors were worried about it because they were not sure if she had said what kind of snake it was that bit her or not. The medics told the doctor that Kimberly had said it was a rattlesnake that had bitten her and that she was not sure how it got there, let alone how long it had been in the house. Animal control continued to search the house and set up traps to catch the snake just in case it was still in the house, then told the boys to be careful and call them if they saw it again. Mark and John then went to the hospital to check on Kimberly and see if there was anything they could do for her, but the doctors told them that all they could do was wait and pray that she would be fine. They knew that Billy should be informed immediately of what had happened, yet when they called they were told that he had left already to come see them and Kimberly.
When they finally reached Billy on his cell phone, they told him what had happened and that Kimberly was still in a coma, but that they were sure with her being as stubborn as she is that she would be fine. Billy told them that he was on his way to the hospital and that he would bring some flowers to try and cheer Kimberly up when she wakes from her coma. He then asked how the baby was, when the boys said that they were not sure as of yet and would not know until the doctors had done another ultrasound to see how the baby was doing. Billy told them that he would be there as soon as he could, and to give Kimberly a kiss on her cheek for him. They told him that they would give her a kiss on the cheek until he got there and could give her one for himself, and tell her that he loves her. Mark stayed with Kimberly while John went to get something to eat and a coffee, then when John came back Mark went for a coffee and a snack.
When Mark returned to the room, Billy was there holding Kimberly in his arms, rocking her, telling her that she was well loved and that he needed her to come back to him because she filled his life with love and happiness. He told her that she was the best slave he had in a long time and Mark was caught off guard because he could not picture his baby sister being a slave to anyone except the military. Billy told Mark and John that Kimberly was a good soldier and an even better slave because she did not question his orders when he gave them to her, but that he was worried about her and their unborn baby.
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