Chapter Six

"You know what I want to hear?" he asked.

She was grinning like . . . well, like a wolf. "Fuck me Daddy!" she said. "Fill your girl's pussy with your cum!" It was a little game they played, due to the fact that he had made her a werewolf in the first place. That was as far as their relationship actually had extended prior to her joining the Strays. "Oh Daddy, your cock is so big! It makes me want to . . . to cum!" And in just that moment, her back arched while her pussy enveloped the intruder in a death grip, holding it while she came all over it. "Thank you, Daddy!"

"That's my Baby Girl," he replied. He bit the back of her neck and began fucking her again. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Talia was chewing on the pillow, loving every moment of this. She knew that Tarloh saw her as an equal, but she was willing to submit to the alpha-male during sex. Mostly, she did it because she knew she was always sexually sated by the time it was done. And this time would be no exception. He banged her for another five minutes and brought her to another wonderful orgasm, then pushed her flat against the bed. He lay on top of her, fucking rapidly with his hips like an animal might. Both of them were sweating like . . . well, pigs, when the grand finale approached.

"I'm going to fill Baby Girl's pussy now," he growled into her ear. "I'm going to shoot so much stuff into you that it comes out of your mouth."

"Do it Big Daddy," she groaned into the pillow. "Fill your Baby Girl up!" At that moment, she felt herself begin yet another ascent into pleasure. It never ceased to amaze her how blessed out she could be with this hulk of a man.

"Here we go," he said, burying himself inside her and sending a gallon of goo into her personal paradise. Finally, when her greedy pussy had drained him of every drop, he collapsed off to the side. "So, you wanna do that . . . thing?" he ask almost nervously.

She was grinning as she shook her head. But she rolled back on her shoulders and brought her knees all the way back until they were resting on either side of her head. She had always been flexible, and it allowed her to do certain things that normal girls couldn't. Her pussy was just inches over her own mouth, and she clenched her vaginal muscles and forced his cum towards the surface, waiting as it dripped into her mouth. She waited until she had as much of it as she could, then took a loud, exaggerated swallow. She rolled over and gave him a salty kiss on the lips.

"Thank you Daddy," she murmured, then rested her head on his massive chest.

"You know, that whole 'fantasy' could be more fun if you would just dress up like a little girl sometime . . ."

"Keep dreaming," she said.

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The next day . . .

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Jane was sitting in the wheelchair in the room she had slept. Talia had left her a flashlight, but she wasn't using it if she didn't have to. She didn't want to let anyone know she was awake quite yet.

'How . . . how can they expect me to believe them?' she asked herself. 'And why do I seem to want to?' She bumped the flashlight with her hand and sent it tumbling to the floor. She reached for it out of instinct, but her midsection screamed out in pain and she fell out of the chair and onto the floor, causing her to cry out involuntarily. Within a few seconds, she heard the door open and was almost blinded by the light flooding into the room.

"What happened?" came Talia's voice as the woman came to Jane's side.

"I fell," Jane said, lying through a grimace.

Talia helped the girl back into the chair, lifting her off the ground with a tremendous amount of both strength and care. And even though she was being as gentle as possible, Talia could feel Jane trembling until physical contact was broken. "Let's get you out somewhere where the electricity works and Arthur can have a look at you."

"No! I mean, I'm okay," Jane said, trying vainly to mask the pain in her voice.

"No, you're not. Listen, if you want to get better, you need to let us help you," Talia said, pushing the girl's chair out into the main room. For her charge's sake, she wheeled her to an isolated part of the upper platform, and then sent word for someone to get Arthur.

Jane was trembling when he arrived. She still had nothing on but her underwear, and her unease grew as Arthur approached. Her face blanched as he reached for the blanket draped over her body.

"Jane," he said as soothingly as possible, "I just need to see how the healing is going. It may be uncomfortable, but I won't do anything more than I have to."

"And I'll be right here beside you," Talia said. "We just want you to feel better."

Jane tried to control her fear. She reminded herself again that if they wanted to do her harm, they could have easily done it by then. And when Talia took the blanket and held it between Jane and the rest of the platform, she relaxed just a little bit. But her skin still quivered a bit as Arthur's hand gently touched her exposed midsection.

"Okay, let me know if something really starts to hurt. I'm checking to see how your ribs are doing." Arthur gently ran his fingers up her sides, carefully responding to any painful noises his patient made.

Jane wasn't in nearly as much pain as she had been just a few days earlier, but she could tell she still had a long way to go. And she also realized that she wasn't as nervous about Arthur touching her anymore. "Are . . . are you a doctor?"

He smiled. He appeared to be in his early thirties, and had that rugged Marlboro Man kind of look to him. And his face held no malice that Jane could detect, which was something she just wasn't used to. "No. I used to be, but now I'm a healer."

"A healer?"

"Yes. It's my Talent." He looked at her quite seriously. "Do you want to see?"

Jane looked quizzical and then nodded. She saw his hands start to shimmer and glow, then felt her side begin to grow warm. Her skin seemed to tighten, and she could actually feel her ribs shifting just a little bit. She started to gasp, but the sensation began to dissipate. The pain was less than before. "What was . . ."

"That was magic," Arthur explained softly. "It's not a miracle cure. I just help your body fix itself at an accelerated rate. When you first got here, I couldn't push too much since I need my patient to tell me if it's working. Now that you're awake, we can probably go a little faster. But you can't go too fast . . . the body just can't handle it."

As he began to feel her sides again, Jane realized that there were a number of spots that were much less tender than before. She pointed out what still hurt, and he redirected his magic towards those places. After the second round of healing, she noticed that he had broken out into a sweat. Apparently, magic took its toll on the practitioner.

"That's enough for now," he muttered. He looked at her face. "Well, all the cuts have healed, and that busted lip looks good as new," he added. As he moved to brush some hair from her face, her fear returned and she shrunk back. So he pulled his hand away. "I'm going to go take a bit of a nap. I'd like to work with you some more this evening. Would that be okay?"

Jane nodded as Talia lay the blanket down on top of her body. "I . . . I'm sorry," she said. "I don't want to be a bother."

Arthur looked her in the eyes. "It's not a bother. It's giving help to someone who needs it. Just like you did back in that alley." Then he wandered off.

Talia knelt beside the chair. "Listen, Arthur has the gentlest soul I've ever met. He isn't a fighter, and he's never raised his hand to anyone that I know of. He won't ever hurt you."

Jane stifled a sob. "I'm trying," was all she could say.

"No one is asking for more than that," Talia responded sweetly. "Jane, I have to ask something. Is there someone out there who is looking for you? Someone we could contact for you?"

Jane lowered her head. "No. No one."

"Not even your parents?"

"My parents . . . my father is dead, and I haven't spoken to my . . . my mother in a long time," Jane replied. "I don't have any brothers or sisters. I don't even have . . . have a job or a place to live."

"Surely your landlord . . ."

"My landlord is a disgusting pig!" Jane said, suddenly snarling. Then she sank back in her chair. She hadn't meant to snap.

Talia looked her over carefully. "Jane, I can't imagine what caused you to be like this, but I want to help you. I want to ask you some questions, and I want you to be honest with me. Do you think you could do that?"

Jane looked back at Talia with something she hadn't felt in a long time . . . hope. She nodded.

Talia smiled. She sat down on the ground and began to ask Jane about her life, starting with her childhood.