Group Project

Chapter 5. Reconciliation

"It's Sarah!" The voice she recognised. Nancy.

For the next hour, Sarah was bathed and her injuries tended to as best they could. Dan had tried to phone her father but got the answering machine. Sarah knew he would and her mobile was missing so she couldn't contact the hotel. She hadn't even bothered to find out where it was but she already suspected they didn't want her to know anyway, or at least her father didn't. Rightly she guessed he was behind her ordeal. How else would Growler have been given this address? She began to hate her father. But why were Ben and Nancy helping her? After how she'd treated them? Hilda had packed her husband off to bed again to keep him out of the way, but Ben insisted on helping and Nancy didn't discourage him. Sarah had been too concerned with her pains to worry when he'd brought hot chocolate to her in the bath and given her a couple of Anadin's to ease the pain. Why did he do that? After what I did to him?

"Sarah?" Nancy spoke, she and Ben were sitting alongside Ben's bed where Sarah was now lying on her side covered only by a sheet. Hilda had returned to her bedroom and they could hear her talking in low tones to her husband. "Sarah," Nancy spoke again, "We, Ben and me, want you to know that we didn't want this to happen to you even after what you did to him. We don't know how you came to be left here but whatever the reason was, we'll try and take care of you. We understand why you don't want us to tell the police but maybe your dad will do some undercover work or something. Anyway try and sleep now but leave the door open and we'll keep ours open too so if you need anything just shout and wake us up."

"Do you think this is what her father meant when he told us she would be punished without us being involved?" Hilda asked her husband.

"I wouldn't be surprised although I didn't think he would go as far as that. Or perhaps whoever did it went farther than they were supposed to," Dan replied. They both discussed it quietly until they drifted back to sleep.

It was a fitful and painful night's sleep for Sarah. At 4:30 she awoke again. The pain had returned and she couldn't seem to find a way to lie that was comfortable. Looking around the room in the light that came through the open door, she knew she was in Ben's bed, the bed Ben slept in and they hadn't even changed the sheets. Yesterday she would have abhorred the notion of even getting near it after his scarred body had lain there. Now she wasn't bothered. All that concerned her was the pain and the reason they had been kind to her last night. She thought to get up and go to the bathroom to see if the Anadin tablet's were there. Involuntarily she gave a little cry as her feet touched the floor and she tried to stand. Slowly she shuffled like an old woman towards the bathroom.

"You okay Sarah? Do you need anything?" Ben called out softly.

"I was going to look for more pills."

"They're in here. Nancy put them by our bed so we could get them quickly if you called."

Sarah could see him cradled in Nancy's arms. Nancy was awake now. "Come in Sarah," she said, "Do you want some cream put on. Ben found it eased him… Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Would you like some cream put on, it does help." She flipped on the light switch, illuminating Sarah's nakedness and the terrible marks on her body.

"Yes…yes please," Sarah answered quietly. Nancy threw back the covers not worrying that both she and Ben were also naked. "Bring the cream and pills Ben and then get her some juice while I help her back into your bed." A short time later, just as they'd finished trying to make Sarah comfortable Hilda looked in.

"Everything okay or is this the start of a nudist colony?" she asked.

"Go back to bed mum. Everything is under control again now."

Sarah dozed for a while and woke again. It was light outside and there were muted noises from downstairs. Once again her mind roved over the events. The kidnapping. Why did her father not take her right to the door of the disco? Waking tied to the bed. Pissing herself. Growler and the thrashing. The terrible pain and then the rapes. Cock after cock inside her. "Fortunately they all wore sheaths otherwise I'd be a right mess," she thought. "Even so, I'm sore inside there too." Then coming here. Why here. Why not to her own home? Or to Selina's wherever that was. Did scarface have anything to do with it? She looked down at her breasts and saw their vivid purplish colour and remembered seeing Ben's arse earlier and that was still showing some colour after two weeks. "How long will the colour last on my tits and bottom?" she wondered. "Why was he so gentle when he put the cream on my tits? It doesn't make sense."

Ben came upstairs wearing a robe. "How are you feeling now?" he enquired.

"How'd you bloody think!" Sarah snapped, her mind angry at what had happened and not being able to resolve her thoughts, was beginning to return to its old self. Ben's face fell and he fled the room. "I'm sorry..." Sarah called after him but was already halfway down the stairs.

Shortly after Nancy appeared "So Sarah you couldn't even be kind to Ben after all we did for you last night. You'd better get dressed and go to your own home. I'm not going to have him upset for the likes of you." Nancy's voice showed her anger. "Get up and get dressed."

"Nancy, please. I tried to say I was sorry but he'd already gone. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings again. I know you both must hate me for what I did but now I know how he must have suffered. I am truly sorry, I really am. I'll tell him so if you send him up here again."

"No Sarah, if you are truly sorry, you'll get up yourself and go to him and apologise. I know it will hurt but that will make the apology all the more real and meaningful. You think you've experienced pain but that's nothing to what that poor kid has gone through for a large part of his life and it's been made worse by people like you taking the piss out of him. We're in the kitchen if you want us. If you want to leave, your clothes are on the chair in the corner although I guess you may have difficulty in getting those jeans on."

"I think there's some sort of argument going on Dan," Hilda woke her husband, "Do you think we should intervene?"

"Not at the moment. Nancy seems to be in charge. Let her handle it. It will be better if they sort it out themselves."

A strange sight greeted Sarah as she hobbled slowly down the stairs. Ben was sitting on Nancy's lap and the two were kissing passionately. She waited until they broke apart before making a little cry to alert them to her coming down. "I'm sorry Ben," she started, "I really am sorry. I shouldn't have answered you like that. You showed me nothing but kindness since I arrived. I was just sore and bad tempered. Please forgive me. I'll do what I can to make it up to you."

Ben still sat protectively against Nancy. "Do you really mean it Sarah? Or are you just saying that so we don't send you away?"

"I mean it. Would you like to spank me? Would you like me to bend over this table so you can do it? I know my arse hurts now but I'll let you hurt me more if it will make you believe I am sorry."

"That won't be necessary," Ben told her, "What is necessary is that you keep your word long after you leave here."

"I will Ben, I promise."

Sarah stayed until Monday morning and then Ben and Nancy went to school. Dan drove her home where she stayed for the rest of the week. Her father feigned concern when she told him about her kidnapping and promised to look into it very discretely but by the way he answered, Sarah knew he would not do anything. All of which confirmed her suspicions that he'd had a hand in her punishment and that he might do so again if she didn't behave.

On the following Saturday evening she walked to Ben's house and took a bunch of flowers for Hilda and a wrapped box of chocolates for Ben and Nancy. Hilda greeted her and asked how she was feeling now. "Still very sore but I can walk better and even sit down if the seat isn't too hard. Dad says I've to go back to school on Monday." Sarah replied.

"Ben's over at Nancy's this weekend but they might come back in the morning to work on the bridge thing they've been spending a lot of time on. I'll give him his present if you like."

"No, I'll take it to Nancy's, thank you all the same. I ought to hand it to him personally.

Stella let her in and took her through to the conservatory where Bob, Ben and Nancy were discussing ways to strengthen their bridge design still further. So far it had easily withstood the one kilo weight requirement. Sarah caught glimpses of the structure before it was hastily hidden behind a chair and knew it was far more advanced than her own. She'd worked on the folder at home in the last two days but hadn't started on the practical work and there was only two weeks left. "Seems like you've been getting professional help," she remarked, but it wasn't said in a catty way. There was even a smile on her face.

"They're just using me as a resource the same as a book or the Internet," Bob answered. "I've not done anything towards the construction and I don't think Dan has either. How's yours coming on?"

"The folder looks quite nice and I was able to find nice colour prints of bridges on the Net but I really only have ideas on construction. I'm not happy with messy glue and stuff. I thought I would attempt a modern concrete design but maybe I need to consult a civil engineer for that. Are you available as a resource?"

"If you would like, I'll give you an hour in my study providing you do not ask anything about their design. I know you have this competition and it will make it a little fairer if I give you some advice too. You have less time to make it now. I'm not going to design it for you though, only help with the practicability of any ideas you have."

"You don't have to go through with the bet," Nancy whispered later when the three bridge maker's were alone for a short while.

"What are you afraid of losing? Or is it because Pete is not here to screw you? I can find someone else or he might do it as a special favour." Sarah's voice was light and cheerful.

"No," Nancy replied softly, "Firstly, I no longer have any desire to spank you and secondly Ben's my boyfriend and his cock is for my use only but we'll keep our bargain if we have to."

"A bet is a bet. Even with your father's help I'm not too sure I can win. I know I'm more artistic than you so should do well with the printed work but you are both more practical than me. Let's keep to the bet. Either way one of us girls will get fucked."