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  Van had moved to Raven’s head and spoke.

  She shook her head, something I’d never seen her do.

  Van pulled his arm back slapped Raven with his right hand. His left went to her neck and he started choking her. She was pulling frantically on her ropes, likely to fight him off, but he didn’t care. One of her hands came free.

  “SUCK IT!” he screamed, shoving his cock down her throat. She pushed at him, her nails digging into his abdomen. He slapped her face for a second time. This one was so hard, her head jerked to the side. I saw red. His reflexes were quick. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head straight, and when she cried out in pain, he shoved his cock down her throat for a second time.

  Finally, after feeling like I’d been moving in slow motion, I was at the door and turned the knob opening it. All three of them looked at me though neither of the guys stopped.

  Raven stared at me with wide eyes. Her hand moved, but it didn’t push at Van, though he was in so deep, he was gagging her.

  Instead, she brought her hand to her chest and moved it in a circle. It nearly broke my heart that she was signaling please. It was unnecessary. She didn’t need to ask me to stop this. I was her Dom, temporarily or not, and I needed to protect her. I should have been there to protect her before any of this happened. I couldn’t change that, but I could be here for her now.

  “That’s enough!” I shouted, walking into the room.

  “Dude, we’re not done yet. Wait your turn.” Van said, thrusting hard and holding the gagging Raven onto his cock so her nose was smashed into his abdomen.

  Trystan didn’t even seem to notice me, he was pounding into her ass at lightning speed.

  Raven was gagging and choking to the point, I thought she was seconds from vomiting.

  “YOU ARE DONE!” I said, pushing Van away from her head.

  “What the fuck is your problem man?” he asked, puffing up a bit.

  There was still saliva connecting his cock to Raven’s mouth. Raven used her free hand to break the string of spit. Tears were still streaming down her face when she wiped her lips with the back of her hand smearing some of the blood that was on her lip onto her cheek.

  Trystan had stopped fucking Raven and was now watching Van and I, though I was far more concerned about Raven than anything either of them said or did. Her tail was laying on the floor. She was looking at it and then back at me. I reached down and picked it up, handing it to her before leaning over her and putting my hand on her back. I leaned in to whisper to her that I was going to pick her up.

  “Hey! We’re not done. Seth said we could have her for an hour and do anything we wanted.”

  In that moment, I don’t know who I wanted to hurt more, the two douchebags or Seth. I didn’t even know where to begin or what to say without actually losing my temper and punching one or both of them in the face. Fortunately, I didn’t have do. I raised my head from Raven’s slowly.

  I hadn’t even noticed the DM or Tim had also entered the room. They were behind me. Van had clearly seen them though because he spoke to them. “Hey, they said on the tour of the club if there were any problems, to tell the Dungeon Monitor.” He turned to look right at the DM. “This guy came in here and is fucking with our turn.”

  “Scene. It’s called a scene,” the DM said. “And I was coming in here to stop it too, or at least to check on it. It seemed out of hand.”

  “You can’t stop what we’re doing. We have an hour, and it’s only been like twenty five minutes. We have over a half hour left,” Trystan said, and his cock was still in Raven’s ass.

  I wanted to tear it off.

  “Actually,” Tim said stepping forward. “The DM can stop any scene for any reason if he’s not comfortable.”

  “Well we’re all comfortable,” Tim said thrusting into Raven’s ass a few times then pulling out and turning to us. “At least we were until you came in and ruined it.”

  “And we had an hour with her. Seth owns her and said we could do anything we wanted to her. He said she wouldn’t say no to anything. We paid for an hour, and we’re going to take it.”

  “The hell you are,” I growled, picking Raven up into my arms.

  “That isn’t how it works. You can’t buy it,” Tim said trying to deescalate the situation. “This is BDSM, not forced prostitution.”

  “What’s the difference? They’re both offering sex.”

  “The difference is, she can say no,” the DM said. That’s what we came in here to check out. Raven, do you want them to stop?”

  I didn’t have to look down at Raven to know she was trembling. I could feel it in my arms. I also didn’t have to wonder what she’d say. She never said no to anything.

  “Well, cunt,” Van said. “You know you loved getting fucked up the ass and slapped around like the worthless whore you are. Do you really want us to stop? It looked like you were screaming for more.”

  I would have punched him if I wasn’t holding Raven and if her trembling hadn’t reached epic proportions. It didn’t matter to me what she answered. I was taking her out of there. I just wanted her to say she wanted to come with me. I didn’t want her to say yes to them, I wanted her to say yes to me. Then it dawned on me. She’d been asked the wrong question. Seth had said she never said no to anything. That was true, but she also had learned to say yes to things. I decided to ask a different question, one I hoped she’d say yes to.

  “Raven, would you like to end the scene so you can go home with me?”

  She nodded her head quickly.

  I smiled.

  That didn’t seem to be enough for them though. Tristen stepped forward. “Hey, she can’t do that though. She doesn’t get to say. She’s a sex slave.”

  “She’s a submissive, not a sex slave,” Tim said.

  “Submissive...sex slave...no difference,” Van said.

  “There’s a huge difference,” the DM responded, now raising his voice a bit. “Sex slavery is illegal for one. In BDSM, it’s all about consent, true consent, not bullying someone into doing something.”

  I pulled Raven a bit tighter, glad her trembling was slowing down. I could have just walked out and left them to their ignorance, but I had to say something. I looked right at Van and Trystan when I spoke, “It’s people like you who give BDSM a bad name. These men and women here who are submissives do so willingly. They can take back that gift at any time. They aren’t sex slaves. They are submissives. There is a HUGE difference. All of these people have the right to say no at any time. You weren’t engaging in a BDSM scene with her, you were beating and raping her. You make me sick. These people are so much more than submissives. Raven is so much more.” I looked down at her. “I love to cook with her and brush her hair. I’d love to take her out to dinner and just spend time with her. She’s more than a submissive, she’s a person. I’d still like her, even if she never submitted to me again.” It was odd because I’d started out making a point to the two douchebags, but in the end, I’d had an epiphany myself. I did like doing the nonsexual things with Raven as much as the sexual ones. I didn’t know her well, but I genuinely wanted to.

  I didn’t wait to hear their response. Tim and the DM were already talking to them and having them gather their things. I walked with Raven from the room. I passed Chris, who was standing with Deb, her chest harness half on.

  “Can we help?” he asked quietly.

  Actually, a few people had asked if they could help. All I wanted was to get her home to bathe and rest. I looked down at her nude form in my arms. The dark red spots on her were already forming bruises.

  “Can you grab our things?” I motioned with my head to my case and Raven’s bag. I knew it had clothes in it, but I didn’t want to set her down and I didn’t want to try to dress her. I knew there was a blanket in her bag though. Most submissives carried one actually.

  Deb dug it out and Chris covered her with it. It wasn’t that it was cold outside. It was about being decent on the short walk to the car.

  “Do
you happen to have any sort of ibuprofen or something else for pain?” I asked Deb.

  She nodded and dug around in her purse, producing two tablets. “Tylenol,” she said handing them to me.

  Chris followed us out, carrying our bags. He got the door for me, and I placed Raven gently in the car. She winced and reached for me. “I’ll hold you again when we get home Babygirl,” I said to her, clicking her seatbelt in place.

  “Thanks for the help,” I said to Chris getting in my side of the car.

  “Any time.”

  I closed the car door and turned to Raven. “Babygirl, I need you to swallow these. Please open your mouth.” She did as she was asked and I placed them on her tongue. I handed her a bottle of water. She took a small sip, and handed it back. I wanted her to drink more, but she’d slumped over in her seat. I just wanted to get her home and to bed so she could rest comfortably.

  The ride home seemed to take hours. I was worried when I heard Raven seemingly having trouble breathing. Each of her breaths was labored. There was a wheezing on the intake when she’d seem to be scared she would start breathing quickly. It was no surprise. Her throat was purple. I was sure it would be black and blue by morning.

  While that was awful to hear, it was scary when she was silent. I reached over, more than once, to see if she was breathing. She kept falling asleep, and, truth be told, that was better for her anyway.

  When we pulled up the gravel of my driveway, and I cut the engine. I stared out the windshield into the darkness wondering what the fuck had happened tonight. Taking the phone from my pocket, I texted Seth. I need to talk to you. Call ASAP. I didn’t want to tell him what had happened to Raven in a text. It was in part because I didn’t think it was right to deliver bad news that way, but also because I didn’t want to take the time to type it all out.

  I hoped that Raven would stay asleep so I could carry her into the house, but when I pulled the handle to open the driver’s side door, the light came on waking her.

  She cried out in surprise and her hands flew in front of her as if she were fighting off an invisible ghost. It didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly who she was fighting off. She still held her tail in her hand, clutching it tightly. I hadn’t put it back because I hadn’t had time to examine her and I wasn’t sure if putting it back in would be a good idea. She was hurt pretty badly on the rest of her body. If they took her anally in the same careless manner, she might be pretty torn up down there.

  Her hands went down and she calmed some when she woke all the way up. “Wait here,” I said getting out of the car. I kept my keys in my hand so I could unlock the front door.

  I walked around the car quickly and opened her door. She didn’t raise her head, just lifted her eyes to look up at me and then closed them slowly when I bent down to lift her from the car. She didn’t protest.

  I picked her up and carried her through the night and up onto the porch. It was dark out, the moon and stars covered with clouds. I couldn’t see her well, but I could feel her. She was holding onto me tightly as we stood on the porch while I put the key into the lock. It only took me a minute to open the door and another to get her up to my room.

  I laid her on the bed. It had been less than an hour since we’d left the club but she’d changed drastically. The club lighting had been decent, but it was always a bit dark in there to keep up the mood and ambiance. In contrast, my bedroom was bright. I’d turned on the overhead light. It gave me a full view or Raven, and the damage that had been done to her. Though she was covered with the blanket, I could see enough.

  Her left eye was partially swollen shut. It would be black and blue for sure. She also had a bruise on her cheek, possibly from where I’d seen her get slapped and her lip was cut open. It had stopped bleeding, and had dried blood on it. Her neck was swollen and turning purple, no longer the bright red it had been. There were several spots on her thigh that I could see that were dark bruises. She held the blanket to her, so I couldn’t see her chest and abdomen.

  I wanted to wash her face and the rest of her, but I wasn’t so sure that a bath was the best idea. It was late and she was tired. That could wait until morning. Instead, I opted for a warm washcloth. Her eyes were closed again and I hoped she’d fallen asleep.

  I lowered the brightness of the overhead light and then went to the bathroom to get the rag. As I was waiting for the water to turn hot, I checked my phone. No message or call from Seth. I texted again. It’s an emergency.

  When the water was warm, I put my phone back in my pocket and wet the washcloth. I also grabbed a towel so she wouldn’t get cold after I’d washed her.

  I returned to the room and gasped. Raven was no longer on my bed. For a moment, I’d thought she might have left the room, but her movements caught my eye. She was on the floor, crawling painfully into her crate. She was making whimpering sounds.

  “Babygirl,” I said, moving to her quickly. “What are you doing?”

  She reached for her pillow and blanket she normally slept on. Her arms shook for a moment before they gave out. She was exhausted. I let her lay there for a minute unsure of what to do. On one hand, I couldn’t just leave there, half in her crate, laying on the floor, but I didn’t want to pull her out either. She’d been in my bed, and she’d left it. Maybe she didn’t want to sleep with me. I did have a bed in the guest room. Maybe she’d want that.

  I knelt down next to her. “Raven...Babygirl...please come back out here.”

  It was worded as a request, but had she hadn’t backed out of her crate, wondered if I’d have physically removed her. I didn’t want to be the guy to force her after what had happened, but there was no way I was leaving her there like that.

  To my relief, she pushed herself up on her hands and knees again and crawled backwards the few feet from the crate. Once out, she let her body sag some in exhaustion. Her eyes closed for a minute.

  I didn’t want her to fall asleep though because I didn’t want to have to wake her again. “Sweetheart,” I said waiting until she looked up at me. “I can’t let you sleep on the floor when you’re like this. You’re not going to sleep in your crate tonight.”

  She nodded.

  I was glad she agreed, but I didn’t like that the reason why was that she always obeyed. “I’m not going to make you sleep anywhere though. I’d like you to sleep in my bed with me, but if you would rather, you can sleep in the bed down the hall.” I exhaled. “And I suppose, if you really want to sleep in your crate, you can, but I’d need to add some pillows and blankets.” If it was that important to her, I could try to make it comfortable. Her sleeping was key.

  She was looking at me now and I realized I’d given her way to many options. I’d need to break it down. “Babygirl, I think you’re hurt and need a bed. Do you need to sleep in your crate to feel safe or can you sleep in a bed?”

  She nodded and relief washed over me. Now, which bed. I wanted her in mine for a few reasons, some I was willing to admit to myself, others I wasn’t quite ready for. “I’d feel better if you were in my bed. I’d be able to check on you all night and I’ll be able to hold your leash. If you needed anything I’d be right there, and my bathroom is only a few feet away. What do you say? Will you sleep in my bed with me?”

  Again, she made me happy when she nodded. I didn’t wait any longer. I stood and picked her up. Carrying her bridal style, I placed her on the bed on the side closest to the bathroom. I’d been sleeping on the other side anyway, because it’s where the crate had been placed.

  After I put her on the bed, I went back to the crate, grabbed her pillow and blanket and once again checked my phone for a message from Seth.

  Nothing.

  “Maybe you want these?” I asked, coming to stand next to the bed holding out her pillow and blanket. She smiled and lifted her head a bit so I could put her pillow under it. I covered her nude body with the blanket and clipped the leash to the collar around her neck. I had this urge to dress her in warm pajamas or at least to put my t-shirt o
n her, but I knew how much she hated clothes.

  I looked over at the night stand to see the washcloth and towel. I was sure it was cold by now. “Raven. I want to wash you up. Do you want me to wash you?”

  She nodded and signed please.

  I loved that she knew that sign and realized how helpful it would be if she knew a few more. I put my hands to my chest, palms facing me, thumbs up and rubbed them up and down. “Bath,” I said to her. What I was doing wasn’t really a bath, but it was a good sign to use for bathing. “Stay put,” I said standing up and grabbing the wash cloth. “I’m going to go make this warm again.

  It didn’t seem to take quite as long the second time, and when I returned, Raven was exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes were open and she watched me come toward her. There was definite fear when I brought the wash cloth to her lip. “I’m going to do my best to be gentle.”

  I washed her face until the blood was off her lip, but I could see where it had split and it would likely bleed some more now that the scab was gone.

  I washed the rest of her face, delicately over her rapidly bruising neck and down to her pussy. She let me move the blanket so I could wash her chest. I’d expected bruises, but bite marks on her breast? That was extreme. One even looked like it had broken the skin. I paid special attention to that one when I washed her chest. I moved to her legs, feet and then back up to her thighs.

  “Raven, I want you to spread your legs for me. I want to wash.” I also wanted to see the extent of the damage, but I didn’t want her to know this.

  Of course, my babygirl spread her legs wide. Things didn’t look that bad at first. There was no bruising at first glance, but when I looked closer, I could see some bruises that were the size and shape of hands holding her thighs apart.

  Her pussy was pink and puffy and looked fucked, but nothing more than I’d have expected. I ran the cloth over her outer lips several times then spread her a bit. I could hear her gasp, but I was gentle.