Chapter 224

Brenda stayed with Angel until the young woman had taken a quick shower, brushed her teeth and put on the pajamas the Matthews had left for her. "Wow, you look sexy in those," Brenda said with a grin.

"Motherrrr," Angel said, drawing out the word, but she couldn't hold back a giggle.

"Well, you do."

A few minutes later, with Angel in bed, Brenda leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek, the young woman smiling up at her mother. "I feel like a little girl again with you tucking me in. Mom?"

"Yeah, Baby."

"Thanks for coming and getting me. And ... I'm so sorry for all the trouble I've caused you and Dad."

"That's what parents are for. We're just glad you're with us safe and sound. Now you need to catch up on your sleep. We have a lot to tell you, but tomorrow will be soon enough."

Angel sniffed back a sob before struggling out, "I wish I had never left home – married Justin. It was the dumbest thing I have ever done. It's a wonder he didn't kill me, or have one of his cronies rape me. He just got worse and worse. Mom, I'm lucky to be alive."

"You're safe now, Baby," Brenda said as she absently tucked the sheet around her daughter's shoulders. "Think you can sleep now?"

"Yeah. I guess. I feel great, but..." she hesitated for a moment, then, "Lately, I've been afraid to go to sleep, and I don't mean just last night. Justin had been talking more and more about whoring me out to make money for his habit. I've been afraid I would wake to him holding me down and some bastard raping me. I've had ... dreams – nightmares."

Brenda squeezed her daughter's shoulder. "No rapists here, Baby. Only good men who respect and care for their women. Your father and I will be just next door, and inside doors are never locked here in the Retreat. The outside ones are, of course, but inside, everyone is family. You could not be any safer. But if you need me, there won't be a locked door between us."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you. Tell Dad I love him too, and I appreciate all the trouble everyone has gone to on my account. I..."

"Sleep, my Angel. We'll talk tomorrow." Brenda kissed her daughter's cheek, lowered the lights and left the remote on the other pillow by Angel's head.

Fred, Carla, Jessica and Audrey were waiting for Brenda when she came into the suite. "How did it go?" Carla wanted to know.

Brenda began stripping her clothes off as she walked toward the shower area. "The enhancement went great," she said over her shoulder. "She looks good, but to be frank, I'm worried about her, anyway. She keeps ... dwelling on Justin's threatening to make her his whore. I think she hasn't been sleeping well for quite a while, and it shows. Her weight is down..."

"The enhancement will take care of her health," Fred tried to reason as he followed her into the shower area.

"Sure, but will that take care of the fear she's been living with?"

Fred let out a soft sigh. "I don't know. I suspect that will be left up to Angel. But ... let's not borrow trouble. We'll see how things go after she's had a good night's sleep."

Fred had been waiting to bathe until Brenda did. He took his clothes off and got into the big shower with her. Standing behind her, he gently washed her back, then massaged her neck.

She leaned back into him. "Oh, that feels so good," she hissed out. "I guess I didn't realize how tired I was until I walked out of Angel's suite. It was almost as if everything hit between one step and the next."

"You're not worried about having killed Justin, are you? It never bothered you when we had to do things like that before. He was a pimple on society's ass. He needed to go. I'm just sorry I didn't do something about him before he talked our daughter into ... Well, you know."

They stood with the water pouring down on them, Brenda leaning back into him as he continued to massage the stiff muscles of her neck. After a time, she pulled his hands around and pressed them to her breasts. He gently squeezed them, then tugged on her nipples, eliciting a sigh of contentment. "She's never known true love from a mate," Brenda eventually said. "Never had a caring man make love to her. That's sad, Baby," she continued as she turned in his arms to look up at him. "She's wasted eight years of her life with that asshole. She's twenty-six. Way past time for her to be married to a good man. We need to think about helping her find that good man – an Alpha, preferably. She needs to be happy to hopefully make up for all the bad things that have happened to her. Why didn't she tell us what was going on? Why?"

Fred put his arms around her, drawing her hard against him. "She's home, Baby. You can bank on my checking out the next man she takes up with. She was young and gullible, and that asshole was a predator. He got himself a fine young woman to abuse, because we sat on our asses and let him."

"He won't bother her again," Brenda almost snarled.

Fred looked down at his wife. "I'm still a little jealous of your killing him. When we first saw what he had done to her, I really wanted to see him die, but when he stuck that gun in your face, I had to make sure Angel didn't see what was going to happen. But, dammit, I wanted it to be me who killed him. I was going to break his neck. I wanted to feel it snap."

Brenda leaned into the spray to rinse her hair, then caught her mate's eye as she wiped the water off her face. "I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I enjoyed killing him, just as you would have. I'll never forget the look on his face when he realized what I had done to him. When he collapsed, I leaned over, stared him in the face and grinned while he flopped around trying to breathe. And to respond to your comment about my being upset; no fucking way. I just wish we had done more to convince Angel what he was before they ran off to be married. While we were trying to be reasonable, he seized the opportunity and eloped with her."

Fred started to respond to her words, but she grabbed his head and pulled him down so she could lock her mouth to his. After a moment, she pulled back. "Make love to me, Husband. Show me yet again what an Alpha does to his woman."

Fred shut off the shower, grabbed a towel and began to dry Brenda's body while she towel dried her hair. When it was as dry as she could get it with a towel, she wrapped a dry towel around her hair as Fred quickly dried himself.

"Take me to bed, Lover," Brenda whispered as she hugged him.

Fred picked her up, barely noticing her weight. When they came back into the bedroom, Carla, Jessica and Audrey were already in the big bed, but they hadn't reduced the lighting, yet. Fred walked over to the bed, leaning down to gently deposit Brenda next to Carla.

"I've changed my mind," Brenda said. "If the others agree, I want you to use your pheromones. I want you to fuck our brains out. Make me forget about what's happened to our daughter – at least for a little while."

"Okay by me," Audrey instantly said as her grin broadened.

"Me, too," Carla and Jessica echoed.

"Baby," Fred said, "I don't need the pheromones to make love to my wives, but I guess I can use a little to spice up..."

"No," Brenda said, shaking her head. "Not a little. A lot. Make me forget there ever was a Justin, or my daughter's face ever looked like it did today."

Jessica slid off the side of the bed, going to her knees in front of Fred, her hands reaching for his cock that was already hard from his playing with Brenda's breasts in the shower. Jessica held his cock aside as she kissed his balls, then opened her mouth wide to take the head of his dick into her mouth.

"Oh, shit," he hissed out as she sucked hard for a moment, then began moving her mouth up and down on his manhood, one hand gripping him to keep his cock from going deep enough to trigger her gag reflex.

"Don't suck him off, please," Brenda quietly said. "I want that first big load to go inside me." Then to Fred, "Let your pheromones loose, Lover – please."

"Brenda, they affect me, too. Particularly when I really let them go. Are you..."

"Do it," Carla said. "We don't have to think. We can have an orgy, and I'm second."

Brenda was already lying on her back. When she felt the pheromones, she spread her legs, her breath already coming fast. "Shove it in me," she whispered. "Fuck me, Husband. Fuck me!"

Angel had slept an hour or so on the plane, but even that had been fitful. Now, there was dead quiet in the suite's bedroom, and she wasn't used to total quiet as she slept. The neighborhood she and Justin had lived in had noises twenty-four hours a day. Working nights and trying to sleep days was a challenge. On her off nights – if she had any that particular week – there were always car doors slamming, vehicles going past with poorly-muffled engines, loud voices – many things to awaken her and make her worry, day or night. Now, it was the exact opposite that bothered her. There was no sound in the sound insulated bedroom. Brenda had not thought to show Angel how to bring up sleep enhancing background sounds of rain on the roof, surf, or the myriad of other recordings that would fill the sound void if she wished.

Although tired and sleepy, it took a little while for her to drift off, then an hour later, she awoke with a start from a confusing dream that she could barely remember. She tossed and turned for a little while before getting up. Remembering the small refrigerator in the sitting room, she went to investigate, finding water and several types of soft drinks. Downing almost half a bottle of water, she set it on a coaster on the bedside table before going into the bathroom and washing her face with cold water.

As she leaned over the sink, she stared into her reflection in the big mirror. I look healthier than I can ever remember, especially in the last few years, but ... I'm a fucked up idiot. I held onto my pride until it almost got me killed. I should have dumped that bastard when he got kicked out of the Army, but nooo, I had to prove Mom and Dad wrong and show them that my man was a good one. I let my pussy talk me into running off and getting married. I knew that Dad would have somehow prevented me from marrying Justin, if I let my parents know ahead of time. I thought it was romantic to elope, or rather, I let Justin talk me into thinking it was. Shit! I've paid for that for years now. But finally, I'm free. Free, but without a job, back with my parents like a kid, instead of a twenty-six-year-old woman having a life of her own.

She ran her hands through her tousled hair. "You're so sleepy you can barely stand, yet you're scared to go back in there," she told her image, then continued mentally, Justin's dead. That awful neighborhood is hundreds of miles away. Time to catch up on my sleep. Morning will be here before you know it.

Back in bed, she reduced the lights to near total darkness, turned onto her left side and was quickly asleep again. Thirty minutes later, she screamed out and sat bolt upright. This time, she remembered the dream – remembered it all too vividly. Turning to her right side, she was soon back asleep, and just as quickly, the dream came back where it had left off before. Justin, his neck broken and his head flopped sideways on his shoulders, his flesh, rotted, falling off in gobs, had her arms pulled above her head and was kneeling on her hands while a man, drooling slobber, kept trying to find her pussy with an impossibly big dick. She kept thrashing around, jerking away just as his cock bumped her entrance each time.

She awoke wound up in the sheet. She thrashed for a second before she realized that the sheet wasn't Justin. Finally finding the remote where she had knocked it onto the floor, she brought the lights up. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see the hideous face of her rapist staring down at her and feel his cock ramming against her groin as he tried again and again to find her entrance.

Staggering to her feet, half asleep, she stumbled out of the suite, took the few steps next door and entered the sitting room of her mother and dad's suite. Her mother's invitation to come see her anytime was foremost on her mind as she opened the bedroom door. It registered on her that the lights were still on as she hurried toward the biggest bed she had ever seen. Then the scene hit her and she stumbled to a stop, letting out an unconscious squeak as her mind registered what was before her.

She had expected to find her mother and father snuggled together, wearing pajamas with the sheet covering them, but that was far from reality. The only similarity from what she expected and what she saw was that everyone was asleep. Everyone – not just her mom and dad. Her mom had told her she and her father were living on a farm with Carla, Jessica and Audrey, but Brenda hadn't gone into any detail. She had certainly not told Angel that the five of them were sexually involved.