Ruth's Therapy - S01 E44

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E44

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

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As suddenly as their assault had begun, Ruth was left alone on the mattresses in the middle of that large room. Bewildered, disoriented, she realised that it was over. She felt relief that finally the men had satisfied themselves and left her. To have been used and abused in that way was...what? Awful? Calamitous? Or wonderful and fantastic? Her dream had come true.

She was lying on a mattress in some strange building, sore and panting with exertion as sweat and semen dried on her face and between her legs. The strangers had released her, letting slump forward onto the makeshift bed where finally she could rest. The hard leather belt remained around her neck as she heaved and panted. It was a crude trophy of the degeneracy she'd shared with them. Not that she needed to be reminded at that point - the aching in her now raw orifices was enough for that. Ruth even wondered if she might have permanent physical traces of her foul sinning.

What was certain was that her past self was obliterated. She had had such perverted and wicked dreams of the most incredible sinning and adultery. Now all of that had become real. She wanted to express her wonder and thanks for the most amazing, life-changing experience. She felt the need to express out loud how she feared she'd been changed irrevocably.

But only Peter remained with her. Of course, his normal silence filled the space around her. Ruth had a desperate need to talk, to debrief. But her new, young Master was not the person for that. Perhaps Doctor Robyn was the only person who could help her to navigate the torrent of thoughts and emotions. After all, everything that had brought the once conservative older woman to this night had been part of the good Doctor's bizarre therapy.

Eventually, Peter lifted Ruth to her feet. He wrapped her coat around her against the night air. She felt the way it stuck to her body, dirtied with sweat and semen. But she was almost in shock at what she'd experienced and was simply grateful for being covered against the night air. Her ruined clothes were left in a pile on the floor, discarded just as she had shed her old self. She did not resist as slowly Peter guided her through the cool night and to the back of his car. The leather belt was still wrapped around her neck.

"Robyn will talk to you tomorrow," Peter said as they pulled up outside her house. "And I will see you soon."

"Yes, Master," was all Ruth could manage as, in a daze she struggled inside her house.

Terrified of her secret being discovered, Ruth had to hope that her husband was ensconced in his study. Calling out to her husband, about being tired after a boring event, she was able to slip into the bathroom to clean away as much evidence as possible of her sinful, debauched evening. Ruth could only hope that he would fail to notice the marks around her neck. And her ankles. It would be easier for her to defer any sexual requests from him since, after all, he was a man with relatively few cravings. Not that she wanted to deny him -- but she was a confirmed adulterer and desperate to keep that secret from him.

She slept poorly that night. Her thoughts were filled with young Peter. Though it was as much the aching in her body that kept her awake. And, too, there were her thoughts about being such a disgusting, lowly slut. What did it all mean? Finally, she resolved to leave her questions for Doctor Robyn the next day.

To Be Continued..