Chapter 2

I fucking hurt all over when I woke up. Or I was woken up. It was Beth, my guardian's mate who did it.

"Wake up; we need to clean you up a bit before you two go. I'll help you wash some so that your wounds will not get wet."

So there was I, naked in the shower with a naked lesbian woman. My guardians mate. Who had been waxed bare everywhere. When I tried to wash myself she slapped my hands away and washed me. All over. With expectable results. It seemed that I had not lost enough blood to prevent me from getting a hardon. I'm sure she smirked when she looked at me.

"That you need to take care of yourself. I'll finish you after that."

I looked at those brown eyes and her milk coffee-colored body. Those only slightly sagging C-cup breasts and that bare pussy. I was not sure if I could smell her arousal. And back to the smirking eyes again. It did not take me long before she could wash the rest of me. Unfortunately I was hard again after that. She gave me a towel and left me alone. Giggling on her way. And swinging her ass. She left the door open but I ignored it as I beat another load out of me. And cleaned up the mess afterwards.

I had almost finished my breakfast when the two ladies appeared. Totally unashamed about what they had been doing. Which in fact did not bother me a bit as I had seen it all before. When my parents were killed they did what they could to distract me and to prevent me from falling into depression. I was not sure if the shrinks would have agreed with their methods but it worked for me. Of course I did have a steady girlfriend supporting me at that time.

We finished breakfast while Beth tried to keep me on my toes by showing some skin whenever possible. And I looked whenever possible and smiled to at her. At some point my guardian sighed.

"You hussy. Maybe I should let him do you once."

That earned her a raspberry. Like that would ever happen. But I had to admit that she was a first class tease.

When we were ready to go to the police station I took one more look at my clothes. Which used to be some of my better clothes. Some of the blood was still there. And the cuts. Some made by the knife and some by the paramedics. When I rose my gaze to look at my guardian she just shook her head.

"No, you are the victim here. And it must show."

And after that she brushed my hair so that the bald spot with the stitches was totally visible. No use of arguing with her in cases like this. Just to make sure that everything was covered correctly she made Beth take pictures of me. Both in my destroyed clothes and without them. I'm quite sure that she snapped a few extra ones while I was standing there unclothed. Once I was clothed again I turned back to her.

"OK, but would it be possible to release some funds for me after this?"

"Why, is there something wrong with your car or with the house?"

"No, but I need a new bed."

"But the old one is less than a half year..."

She stopped when she looked at me.

"OK. Consider it done."

Once we got to the station there were some people who were ready to put me behind bars immediately. It looked to me that they would have liked to beat the confession out of me. That stopped quite soon when she picked up a list of cases she was going to have against the attackers - and the deputies on the scene. I just wondered when she had time to prepare those.

When the jerks finally understood that jailing me now would not do them any good and that they would need to call the DA who lived tens of miles away it was close to noon. We agreed to have lunch and be back there after that.

While having our lunch in a small Italian bistro she looked at me.

"They mistakenly informed me about her drug test as I'm a lawyer and ordered the test. Maybe you should know that she was drugged."

My gaze did not falter when I looked at those steel gray eyes while responding her.

"She was not yet drugged when I tried to call her."

After a moment she just nodded and continued to eat her salad. My groin hurt, my head hurt and my stomach hurt. However, I finished my pasta.

Back at the station there was one very pissed-off DA and some very sheepish-looking deputies. It seemed that the people at the station had planned to get everything ready and only then drop it to her. Just to make sure that the correct ones were convicted. As she was already planning to move out of these small circles they thought that she would not care much. That seemed like a wrong assumption now.

What was finally agreed was that there would be another meeting next week. When we were leaving we heard that she blew a real tantrum when she heard from the hospital that my attackers were allowed to have a meeting together with their lawyers. I noticed that my guardian had stopped by the door and listened for a moment. To my surprise there was a smallest of a smile on her face when we left the station.