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Part 2

Sally Joins the Family

Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people of the same name or description is purely coincidental. This story contains sexual scenarios.

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Chapter 1

The last thing I saw was Janet, with her arm around Sally headed in the direction of the cabin. After a pain injection, I don't remember much until Janet returned to my side.

I found out later that Janet held on to Sally most of the way home due to her fatigue, and a bit of shock. The pace that Janet demanded of Sally on the way to the cabin likely fatigued her even more. The numbers worked as expected, and they entered the house. Sally was led to the guestroom, where she followed my instructions to the letter. Sally took a hot shower, crawled naked into the bed, under multiple layers of blankets. By the time she was under the covers, Janet had brought her a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a cup of hot tea before coming back up the mountain. Janet moved as quickly as possible to return to my aid.

Janet filled a thermos with hot black coffee to take back to me, grabbed a sleeping bag in the garage so that she could put it around me for the trip back to the cabin. It had taken them an hour and a half to walk to the house, but it only took Janet a half hour to return to me in the four-wheel-drive vehicle. I was unconscious when she found me.

*quot;Mack, Mack, wake up sweetheart, please don't leave me when we just found each other.*quot; She said all this with my head on her lap and tears rolling down her cheeks.

I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful lover with tears dripping onto my shirt and near panic in her eyes.

I said, *quot;Hi, darling. I'm still with you. You can't get rid of me that easily. I used self-injectable morphine for the pain, and it knocked me out for a while. How long have you been gone?*quot;

Janet replied, *quot;A little over two hours.*quot;

It wasn't dark yet, and so I knew we needed to hurry. I asked Janet to inspect the wound on my leg to see if there was any seepage. I told her that for the first hour, I released the tourniquet, so I didn't let my leg starve for blood, but I have been unconscious since giving myself the pain injection.

Janet said, *quot;Mack, the tourniquet is not tight, you must have fallen asleep with it in the unlatched position. The good news is that I don't see any seepage and so I think the bleeding has stopped. Let's see if we can get you into the cart and start heading back to the cabin without restarting the bleeding.*quot;

I replied, *quot;Smart and beautiful. Re-tighten the tourniquet long enough to help me get into the vehicle, and then we can loosen it again.*quot;

She did as I requested, then together, we managed to board the little vehicle and wrap me in a sleeping bag. Janet even thought to hand me a travel cup of hot coffee that immediately started to warm my insides. This woman was a real keeper. I knew that she would be with me for life.

It was a rough ride back to the cabin. Janet then helped me up the stairs to the main level and into the guest room, where Sally was asleep under the covers. She awoke when I fell onto the bed.

Sally said, *quot;Is Mack, alright?*quot;

Janet retorted, *quot;Yes, I think he will be fine. Mack was able to put weight on his leg and get into the vehicle. I think that I will take his temperature because he seems to be too cold.*quot;

Sure enough, she was so smart. My temperature was down to 94.5 degrees, which was technically hypothermic, and using the computer to confirm it, Janet took charge. She removed all my clothes, including my boxers. Janet stripped nude and slid both of us in bed with Sally. She explained that this was the best possible way to slowly raise my temperature. As I began to warm up with two beautiful, voluptuous naked women in bed with me, I noticed a tingle starting in my groin. Sally was on my right side with one leg and one arm hanging over my uninjured leg and chest. Janet was on the right next to my injured leg, under which she had placed to soak up any blood. Both ladies had beautiful breasts. Like any normal man, when I warmed up, my hands couldn't help touching those warm soft, yet firm breasts.

I heard the giggling followed by Janet getting up on her elbow to say, *quot;Sally, he is a naughty boy, and I think that now that his brain is warmed up, his little head has taken over. I hope you are not shocked.*quot;

Sally was smiling, *quot;I'm not offended if it doesn't offend you that your man is touching another woman's tits. Janet, this handsome man, saved my life, risking his own life to do it. If he were healthy, I would give my body to him this instant to use in any way he wanted.*quot;

Janet looked at me and smiled. I knew immediately Esenyurt Escort that she thought that Sally might be our new roommate. She said, *quot;I'm going to the kitchen to make us something to eat, and I'll bring it back here in thirty to forty-five minutes. You two have fun, but save some for me.*quot;

After Janet left, Sally reached over to give me a smoldering kiss. I said, *quot;That was nice, but what brought that on?*quot;

Sally gave me a million-dollar smile saying, *quot;You saved me from a maniac, and you got shot in the process. Mack, you didn't even know me before today. Yet, you were willing to die, if necessary, to protect us. I didn't know men like you still existed. So...may I do a little more to say thank you?*quot;

Without waiting for my permission, she slipped her tiny hand on my cock and started to slide it up and down the length. Once she was satisfied with the hardness, she disappeared under the covers. Suddenly, I felt her warm, wet lips surrounding and engulfing my cock. This girl was really good at this, she took my cock deep into her throat. I knew that when I felt her nose in my pubic hair. Sally took me to the very edge of an orgasm and then pulled off and moved up to kiss me again. I placed my hand between her thighs as she spread them open for easy access. Sally was very wet, and I could tell that her pubic mound was usually clean-shaven, but now was covered in three-week-old stubble. Using my curved fingers to feel for the small rough area just under her pubic mound, I rubbed her 'G' spot vigorously until she let out a loud groan. She was soon shaking from head to toe. Sally enjoyed her first massive orgasm, caused by me.

Sally said, *quot;Oh, Mack, that was so wonderful. I didn't have a single orgasm the entire time I was held captive. If I promise not to touch your wound, may I place your beautiful cock in my little pussy?*quot;

*quot;Baby girl, you owe me nothing for what I did. However, I think that I would love to feel you taking me into your beautiful body. Sweetie, I just saved you from a man that clearly abused and used your body in the most awful possible ways. I really don't feel right having sex with you so soon after he forced himself on you.*quot;

Sally took in a deep breath, pinched my arm, and said, *quot;I just wanted to make sure you were a real man. You are just too good to be true. I am kneeling over you totally naked, rubbing my pussy lips up and down your cock, and you are still worried about my feelings. You make me wish that I had found you first so that I could be with you forever.*quot;

I smiled and said, *quot;Be careful what you wish for my oriental beauty.*quot;

She was indeed a beauty. She was small, maybe five feet, five inches tall. She was obviously Asian/American, with long straight dark black hair that shined like it had been polished. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled like stars. Those eyes were somewhat almond-shaped, reflecting her oriental and American heritage. It seemed apparent to me that she was the third or fourth generation on the American side of her family. I figured that maybe she weighed a hundred twenty pounds on a good day. She needed a better diet to put on a few pounds so that she looked healthier.

The whole time I was looking at her features and beautiful body, she was straddling my body with hers. Sally had used her hand earlier to maneuver my dick through the wet lips of her sweet little cunny. Then ever so slowly, inserted the head of my cock into her warm sopping sex tunnel. Sally was so tight that I wasn't optimistic that my member would fit into her without doing damage.

I feared she would feel some pain on entry. However, Sally was determined, so much that despite an unmistakable look of discomfort on her face, she persevered. After more than five minutes of pushing in and pulling out, Sally finally hit bottom with our pubic flesh touching. She showed me the most beautiful white teeth. I could see that she was very pleased with herself, so I made the most sexually pleasing moan. It was almost a growling sound from deep within.

I said, *quot;Sweet baby, that feels so good that I almost completely forgot about being shot. Come for me, sweetheart, come hard for me.*quot;

She worked hard, and with my continued encouragement, she started breathing harder and faster until she finally started quivering and shaking. She exploded into one of the wettest orgasms I had ever seen. She covered my cock and groin in white girl cum. I was very close to my climax when she exploded, and her vibrations set me off. I felt rope after hot rope of cum fill her cuny. Sally collapsed on my chest, and I held her tightly as she began to cry.

I said,*quot; Don't cry love, we will take good care of you, and we will never hurt you.*quot;

She laughed and slapped me on the arm before saying, *quot;I'm crying happy tears, you silly man. You just made me very happy. If I am honest, this may be the happiest I've been in years, maybe ever. Mack, some of the tears may be from my cracked ribs, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.*quot;

I had teary eyes myself, but I know that mine came from the pain of her sitting on my sore leg. Well, I figured it was a small price to pay to comfort Sally.

I looked quizzically at this obviously troubled young Avcılar Escort lady. I reminded myself that I didn't want to contribute further to her distress.

Five minutes later, Janet entered the room carrying a tray with three cups of tea, three sandwiches, and a pain pill for me. With a smile on her face, she said, *quot;Did you two get in a quickie while I was in the kitchen?*quot;

Before I could answer, Sally said, *quot;Yes, but not too quick.*quot;

We all laughed at the comment. Then Janet said, *quot;Baby, did you hurt this cute little lady? Or maybe, did she hurt you?*quot;

Again we all laughed. Then Janet said, *quot;Seriously Mack, you could have started bleeding again. She's beautiful Mack, and I don't mind you two having sex, but I haven't even had time to see what we can do about your wounded leg. If that is a serious injury, and we can't even get to a hospital in this snow. Oh, and, in case you have forgotten, there is a dead man in the woods thirty minutes from here. Should we call the police, or try to get medical assistance?*quot;

I looked at Sally, saying, *quot;Sally, Janet loves me, and I know that the last few hours have been very stressful for her. Why don't we quickly eat and then go to the infirmary room downstairs, so that Janet can remove the bandage and clean the wounds and determine how we need to proceed.*quot;

We recovered his weapons, and fortunately, he shot me with a 38 caliber revolver, and the ammunition remaining in the gun was a fully copper jacketed. This ammo is usually used as a target round. Hollow-point bullets would have made a relatively small entry wound and a large exit wound. It shouldn't be too severe if it is a through and through-hole and didn't hit bone or arteries. If we can prevent infection, then I believe we can handle it here. We need to discuss the man on the mountain and the police involvement at length after determining the severity of my wound. One of the reasons he is dead on the mountain is because I was shooting a 40 caliber jacketed hollow-point bullets. They are designed to be a defensive round for deadly force. I had always hoped that I would never have to use my weapon, but I was taught in self-defense classes to only aim a gun at someone if you felt that you are someone else who was in harm's way.

Chapter 2

Twenty minutes later and one pair of painful stairs, we were in a small clean white room that I had set up for medical emergencies. It is like a small emergency department with less equipment. I laid down on the exam table, and Janet adjusted the table to a sitting position so I could watch and help guide her through my treatment. I was only wearing a heavy flannel robe, which provided easy access to the pressure dressings. Once Janet removed the bandages, we could easily see the hole in the front of my leg. It was located about six inches above my knee and about one and a half inches from the side of my leg. It was a through and through hole that was oozing some blood. However, the amount of blood on the bandages and presently seeping from the wound was minor.

I instructed Janet to put a stainless steel pan under my leg and then use a sterile saline solution and antiseptic wash disinfectant to clean the outside of the leg at the wound site. She was able to pour the saline solution in the wound so that it ran through the hole and into the pan. She painted the entire area around the hole with a reddish-orange disinfectant cleanser. I had syringe bottles of a pain deadener called lidocaine. Janet filled a syringe from the vile using it to inject around the hole just under the skin in the front of my leg. Then I utilized several suturing kits. I did the suturing on the front hole on myself. I wanted Janet to watch closely and learn my suturing techniques. The entrance hole was relatively small and round. I didn't find it difficult to close the wound using only six stitches.

We didn't have a mirror in the room, but Sally retrieved one from the master bathroom. Rolling over to my stomach, I asked her to hold in a way that would give me a view of the exit wound. It was a bit shocking to see the hole that was twice as large and had a ragged edge as compared to the entrance hole.

Janet immediately said, *quot;Baby, the hole is really gnarly looking, the edges are ripped at odd angles, I have to tell you, Mack, I'm scared to death. Maybe we should try to make it to the hospital.*quot;

*quot;Janet, that is why I had you do the injections to deaden the front hole and had you watch closely as I applied the sutures. I can see that the wound hole on the back of my leg is not symmetrical. If you take your time starting at the farthest point of the edge, and suture inward toward the middle, you will find it easier to do than it looks.*quot;

I wasn't sure if I convinced anyone, including myself, with that little speech. None the less, Janet starting injecting the wound until I could no longer feel any pain around the hole, only pressure when she began the suturing. I could tell that she was getting the hang of the process. In less than twenty-five minutes, she was finished, and the wound was closed with a sterile piece of medical tubing partially dangling out, to allow drainage exiting the bottom of the hole. Janet, even add a stitch to hold the tube in place. After cleaning the area, Janet put fresh dressings on my wounds.

The ladies helped me to the master bedroom. Once there, we all laid in the center of the bed with my leg on a clean towel. Fortunately, I have large, easily visible veins in my forearms that Janet quickly placed an IV, connected to a bag of saline to help replace the blood fluids lost in the wound. We only found out later that we should have done this procedure as soon as we arrived at the cabin. She then injected a partial dose of morphine into the port. She also hung a small bag of antibiotics, installing the needle and tube into the port on the tubing. It seemed apparent that my extensive preparations were coming in handy now. It wasn't enough to make me groggy, but it did ease the pain. I am sure doctors and nurses would say that we did everything wrong, but we all were suffering from some degree of shock, and I was still alive for the time being. Since we currently had no way of getting to a hospital or the police, our treatment would have to do for the time being.

Chapter 3

I began to speak while I was still awake and coherent, *quot;Ladies, this will be our first family meeting.*quot; I said this with a bit of a chuckle, but they both ladies smiled.

Continuing on, I said, *quot;Okay, you two, stop laughing, I want this to be a serious conversation. Sally, I need you to tell us how at the age of twenty-two, you end up as a prisoner of that demented bastard on the mountain. Why aren't you in college like most other beautiful young women your age? Start as far back in your life as you feel necessary. I need to know everything so that I will know how to deal with the authorities. Try to make it as short as possible because I don't know how long I will last before I pass out.*quot;

Sally sat up, facing us, she began to speak, *quot;My mother left my dad and me when I was only six years old. Dad was great, he gave up everything for me and taught me the values that I have today. Unfortunately, my dad got pancreatic cancer, stage four, when I was fourteen and died when I was fifteen. His medical expenses, even with decent health insurance, used up any money we had, and my dad was my only relative. I ended up in foster care, but my experiences in foster care were okay. After three and a half years with two different foster parents, I finished high school. I turned eighteen and got scholarship offers. The offers came from three universities because I graduated third in my class and got an almost perfect score on the ACT. I finished my college education at the University of Washington with a degree in chemical engineering. I finished in the top five percent of my class. I wanted to go to grad school, but I wasn't offered a scholarship anywhere. I did receive a few job offers for interviews.*quot;

She took a minute to catch her breath before speaking again, *quot;I was on my way to Denver three weeks ago for a job interview. It was a job that I really wanted with a large pharmaceutical manufacturer. It's doubtful that I will ever get that job now since I am not likely to get to Denver anytime soon.*quot;

I said, *quot;You are doing great. Please take your time and tell us how it is that you ended up with the man who's lying dead on the mountain.*quot;

*quot;My fifteen-year-old Chevy® died about fifty miles back in the parking lot of a grocery store, and that moron Tony Ryan came to my rescue. Then kidnapped me and took me to that cabin of his for three weeks of rape and sexual abuse. He kept me awake for eighteen hours most days, with no clothes on, in a cabin that was freezing cold. I had to cook his food, and then he gave me scraps and bread to eat. On most days, he beat me, fucked every hole I have and beat me some more because he said I was the worst whore he'd ever had.*quot;

She was crying hard, and I told her to calm down for a few minutes before she continued.

I said, *quot;Where I was raised, there was an old saying. I remember my uncle talking about a drug addict that had robbed and raped a sixty-year-old woman. What my uncle said about that man was this. 'Some men just need killin.' I believe that my uncle wouldn't have a problem with the killing of Tony Ryan.*quot;

It just broke my heart to see this traumatized, lovely young lady crying. She continued to sob while trying to continue with her story.

She finally said, *quot;He beat me so hard, and the more I cried, the more he beat me. I am sure that he was going to beat me to death eventually. He would get drunk or high on drugs, then when that bastard came down from his high, he would beat me even harder. You can see the evidence of this from the bruises, scars, and cuts covering my body. I heard both of you gasp when you saw the marks from the beatings on my back and ass. On the day you saved my life, that jackass decided to mix heroin and whiskey. When he passed out, I broke the only window in the cabin to escape. I ran like the preverbal bat out of hell. I guess he thought that I wouldn't attempt to run away with no clothes or shoes in the snow that was on the ground. However, I had found the dress I was wearing when he kidnapped me and a pair of his boots and two pairs of socks. The boots were much too big, but I recognized that they would be much better than my bare feet. Then I was found by my new guardian angles, and you two saved my life. That's my story in a nutshell.*quot; When she finished, she was once again sobbing.