Recovery
With that taken care of. I had another hour and a half before my appointment with Dr. Espili. So I hit the plaza for some ice cream and sun. Then made my way into the office for my visit with the good doctor. “Welcome in I am glad to see you are physically doing well. Now, let’s heal the mind. Tell me what are you here from today?” Dr. Espili asked to start. So, I laid it all out. Telling him about the rape and the events leading up to the visit. “That is how I got here. Dr. Strand recommended you. And lord knows I need some sort of professional guidance and someone to tell me what I am thinking isn’t off base for what just happened to me.” I ended the story by saying. “Thank you for sharing that with me. Traumatizing events like that can lead to people shutting the world out and refusing to share their feelings about it out of a legitimate fear of being re-victimized by the ordeal. But I can assure you it is better to talk to someone about them. So tell me, what are your thoughts after this. You said you needed someone to help you rationalize them essentially. So, perhaps that can be me.” He replied. “Well, aside from the physicality of the event. That day, I had been out being with many other men consensually. I was enjoying being their partner for the time. Helping them become sexually satisfied is something that has been my biggest sexual satisfaction. I love being a receiving partner. Both orally and anally. So, I kinda want to get back into it as soon as I can. Because I feel like if I stop having sex as much as I did before. Then that man won and I have been broken by him.” I said. “Let me tell you this. A lot of rape survivors feel that way. Because sex is a major producer of dopamine. And it brings a lot of people joy. So, when someone attacks and rapes them. They can often feel like they have had that joy producing part of them stolen away. But many still, see their return to sexual intercourse as a way of taking back control from the person who attacked them.” He replied. “Well, Doc did say something similar. There is just one thing I have to reconcile with. That being that dirty talk, sometimes degrading even. Has been a big turn on for me. And that man was screaming degrading comments at me the entire time he raped me. So, I don’t know how I will react to it when another man starts to do it again.” I said.
Doctor Espili sat there silent for a couple of minutes before answering me. “That can be a tricky one. I would suggest you try it with your closest and most trusted sexual partner. Do it without any penetration or even foreplay. Just let him start to talk you up and work into your kink of degradation. But make sure he is out of arms reach. So you don’t punch him or attack him.” He replied finally. “Well, that’d be Daddy as I call him. He is a cop, and he’s pretty strong. But very careful and attentive. So, I am sure he can help me get back into that. Plus, he is built like a brick house. So, if I did accidentally react physically. I am sure I wouldn’t be able to hurt him really. Plus, he knows about the entire incident and will understand if things go sideways.” I chuckled out. “Well, that’s definitely a good start. Sounds like you have a good man to support you in your recovery and growth past this horrible ordeal. Thinking past that. It is good to have a larger group of people you can trust to tell your story to and build a support group around you to uplift and support you in your healing. Might I suggest a therapy group? I lead meetings for male rape survivors every Wednesday evening. It is good to know you aren’t alone and that you have others to share in your struggles.” He stated. “Well, I have made quite a bit of friends through my sexual and personal life here. I am sure there are a few I can trust. I will take you up on that group as well. At least for one session. To see if I am comfortable in such a setting.” I replied. “Excellent! I would advise that you wait until next Wednesday to come. I don’t want to force you into it too quickly. So, even if you decided to wait a month. That’d be fine as well. The key is to recover and heal at your own pace. Don’t rush into it or let anyone force you into it. That will just bury key moments and breakthroughs. Let’s also meet here once a week for our one on one sessions.” He said as we stood up and shook hands I thanked him and made my way out. I would be lying if I said this meeting did nothing. It actually helped more than I thought it would. But also, it did not even come close to setting my mind straight. But as he and Doc said. It is going to take some time.
I texted Daddy that I made it through both appointments. ‘That is wonderful to hear baby girl.’ He replied. That made my stomach suddenly drop. ‘Thank you Daddy. However, can we ease back into that talk? You know, calling me your girl. I still kinda get shocked by it and it makes my stomach inexplicably turn.’ I texted. ‘Well, I guess I could do that, Lucas. I don’t want to end up hurting you any more than he did anyways. I love you too much for that.’ There he goes again with the ‘I love you’ phrase again. Something is definitely up but I can’t focus on that right now. ‘Thank you daddy. Also, the psychologist doesn’t think my mind has drifted to far into the damaged goods zone for lack of a better term. He doesn’t think I am suicidal. Which is good, because I didn’t think I was. At least, I haven’t had any of those thoughts. So, what do you say about that range trip?’ I asked. ‘That can be arranged. What about Wednesday afternoon? Officer Brown is off and I know he’d love to be there with us. he always loves hitting the range and keeping his skills sharpened. And I know he’d love to see if his neighbor and fuck buddy can shoot, lol.’ Daddy replied. ‘Wednesday works perfect for me. As for tonight, can I stay with you?’ I asked. ‘Yes, you can. Just make sure to bring a change of clothes. And be ready to wake up alone again, lol. Remember I work early now. But I trust you to not burn my house down.’ Daddy replied. I just sent him a laughing tears emoji and put my phone away. I had to figure out what to do for the next two hours before Daddy got off. So, I chose just to go home and stay there naked and tried to work on my computer some more.
I couldn’t yet focus fully on the computer. So I ended up just grabbing my go bag and heading to Daddy’s house. Getting there about two hours before Daddy would return home. As if it were second nature. I drifted down the stairs into the basement that I knew so familiarly and stripped naked. I paced the room, remembering the events of nearly four months ago. Where Daddy did something that to a normal person. Would seem worse than what that monster did to me a few days ago. Afterall, I did not know him until that night at Brewsters. He drugged me, raped me, and kidnapped me. Forcing me to grow cunt like lips, locking my cock behind a rosy red cage. Inviting his friends over to share in my new found servitude. And turned me loose after turning me into a cock hungry slut. To think that I am grateful for that.
I remembered the first time Stens visited and he was punished. Then they fucked him repeatedly. Daddy taking him out to the mall and slutting him out to any man. Then forward to the time when Daddy locked him to the sawhorse and had group after group came through and ran both holes loose and wet. He remembered the fisting training, and all the times he would visit for Daddy to service him. Then I began recalling the change in Daddy’s attitude. When he starting calling me his boyfriend occasionally in public. Acting more protective of me and holding me differently as we walked around. I laid on the bed and let the flashbacks continue to roll through. Staring up at the ceiling and completely lost in thought. “Lucy! How are you feeling?” I was brought back to reality by the soft voice of Daddy. He had laid down next to me, still in his uniform. “I’m getting better Daddy. I was just having flash backs to the first days you had me here. And my journey up until today.” I replied turning my head to look him in the eyes. “Yeah, you have grown into such a great sub and sissy. I love that about you. You have made me so proud. I just hope that the man who attacked you did not ruin or undo any of that.” Daddy said. “I guess only time will tell. I just had the funniest comparison though come to mind though.” I replied. “Oh yeah baby girl? What is that?” Daddy asked. “Well, as we know. I ended up enjoying and embracing the sub side you brought out of me. Even with all the forcing you had to do to bring it out. I am truly thankful for that. However, in any other context. You know they’d say the things you did were worse than what he did to me.” I stated. “Well, I had thought of that. But I am glad you embraced it and were consenting to it in the long run. That will make it easier to explain. Should it come up at trial.” He stated. “Well, I hadn’t really thought about that coming up. I hope it doesn’t.” I replied. “I hope not either. Now, you know I have to work early. So, lets go cook up some steaks.” He said hopping up and grabbing my arm.
We headed up the stairs and into the kitchen. Daddy went out back to get the grill up and running. While I started prepping the meat. Thinking back to that first time we grilled steak together. God his dick felt just as good back then as it does now. Even in that first week getting used to being repeatedly and mercilessly fucked. I also started working on the mashed potatoes. Daddy said he was getting the charcoal grill ready today. Instead of the propane one we usually use. With the potatoes now boiling. I joined Daddy outside as the fire finished settling down to cooking level. Then sizzle away we went with the steaks cooking. Daddy holding me tight as I flipped them. Kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. Trying to ease my mind and tell me it is all going to be ok. Then we headed back in with the steaks to rest. As we mashed the potatoes and set the salad before us on the table. “Lovely, mashed potatoes dear. Delicious!” Daddy exclaimed. “Thank you daddy!” I replied. “Glad to see my cooking still satisfies you and fills your belly.” I added, playfully rubbing his stomach. He leaned over and kissed me. “You still know how to get your Daddy going. I mean, they say if you feed them they will cum.” He moaned out rubbing his crotch. “Why don’t we go and take care of that before you go to bed, daddy. Maybe I can help you scrub your back and drain your front?” I replied as I moved his hand away and started rubbing him as I kissed him. “You don’t have ask me twice there.” He moaned out as he picked my naked body up. Carrying me to the shower. “You sure your cunt isn’t ready for Daddy’s cock yet?” He asked lightly rubbing it. “No, Doc said to use the cream and keep the penetration at zero for at lest two weeks. I can lock back up on Wednesday though. So, you need not worry about me failing your orders.” I said as I knelt down to start sucking his cock. “First, daddy has to piss. So, be a good girl and swallow it like you know how to.” He said as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. I nodded while impaled on it and he let loose his warm flow. Then started to face fuck me after he finished. Before I took over and finished him off. He immediately pissed again not caring if I swallowed it or not. Then we showered off and he insisted on being the one to apply the cream doc gave me. Taking a little longer and rubbing my cunt a little more than necessary. Of course he wants to feel his girls cunt.
I awoke the next morning to see him gone again. Off to work, looking to see it was nine am. The latest I have slept in since starting the job at the plant. I was surprised to see the time and had to double check. Well, time to apply some more cream and make breakfast. I made my nude way into the kitchen to see a card, attached to a vase of roses. ‘Baby Girl – I want you to know I love you. Over these past four months. I not only have had the pleasure of helping you transform into your true self. But most importantly. You have made me a better man. I can’t express how much I was worried when you were attacked. Just know that I am here and I won’t let it happen again. Love, Daddy.’ Aww, he’s turned into quite the softie hasn’t he. Buying me flowers and leaving me sweet notes. I think I am starting to rub off on him. Time to make that late breakfast though. A quick omelet before I head to the park and meet up with Daddy with lunch. I texted him and told him to meet me there and that I got the note. Then I packed the lunch and headed to the park. Daddy met me there for his late lunch but I made him follow me into the cruising hole. Giving him a nice blowjob before he finished his shift.
I decided to head back to his place and wait for him to come home. I was still feeling it and was not yet ready to stay out in the open and exposed. “Lucy! Daddy’s home and needs to piss! You know what to do!” He shouted as soon as he entered the door. Well, it seems like he is testing the waters. Seeing if I still have that instinct and will follow him. Indeed, he was right, I shot up from the kitchen table and ran into the bathroom as he neared the door. Kneeling before the toilet and not even waiting for him to undo his pants. I started loosening his belt and letting down his duty pants. Seeing his cock spring forward. And like a magnet, straight into my mouth it went. “Good girl. I see you still have that true sub instinct in you.” He said as he finished pissing and started to playfully face fuck me. “Let’s eat then you can take care of this.” Daddy said as he pulled his underwear up. But left his pants off and took his shirt off. Except for his undershirt. He decided to order pizza and kept it simple. “Did you get that chocolate overload ring?” I asked. “I sure did. But you can’t have it yet.” He playfully teased. Pulling the box away and setting it on the counter. We ate and then sat there a bit. “Still want that dessert?” Daddy asked. “Yes daddy!” I answered. “Then you’re gonna have to work for it.” He stated. He pulled his cock out of his jock strap and placed the ring around his cock. “Kneel down and make daddy give it to you like a good girl would!” He commanded. I dropped down on my knees and began sucking him off again. Third time in two days and I’m starting to really get back into liking it. He pulled me away just before he came and glazed half the ring with his cum. “Here you go, you earned it baby girl.” He said. ripping it in half and handing me his cum glazed half. I devoured it and thanked him. We showered off and headed to bed for the night.
I awoke earlier today. Daddy was gone but it was seven am none-the-less. So I hopped out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for some coffee and breakfast. Today, a single rose was laid across a handwritten note. Next to it was a rather fancy looking box and a small gift bag. ‘Baby Girl. Daddy has secured a special gift for you since this is the first day you can lock that clit back up and take one more step into resuming being your true self. Please be wearing this and the new piece of clothing in the bag. The box contains a siler plated cage with loops for the strap you have been wearing. Along with it is a custom fitted, neoprene backed leather strap. I will leave the bag and its contents to be a surprise. Make sure you read the attached pamphlet though. As it contains critical safety information about shooting firearms. It is crucial that you begin here with that before we place a firearm in your hands. We want you to be safe and competent. Take care, Officer Brown will pick you up around 4pm. Make sure to grab the two cases and the bag that are by the front door. – Daddy’ the note read. I opened the box to see the cage he mentioned. It was surprisingly lightweight for being metal. And the strap felt amazing in my hands. Next, I opened the bag. Inside was a silk jockstrap with a wide waistband. Embroidered on it was ‘Daddy’s Girl Lucas “lucy” Comstock.’ It too felt amazing. Both of these items felt like they’d take a while to get done. So, he must’ve had these in the works well before the attack. I am genuinely starting to feel like he cares more than he lets on for me.
I stood there stunned for a minute. These were very deeply thoughtful gifts. I left them there and made my way to the coffee pot and made some, then made breakfast. I sat there and started to read the pamphlet that daddy had mentioned. It had the seal of the state on it and was titled shooter safety guidelines and resources. I flipped it open to the first page which contained an article titled ‘The Four Basic Rules of Gun Safety.’ It continued on with four bullet points. ‘1. Always treat a firearm as though it were loaded. 2. Never let the muzzle of the firearm cover anything you are not willing to destroy. 3. Keep your finger off the trigger until your sights are on the target and you are ready to shoot. 4. Be sure of your target and what is behind it.’ This seems fairly straightforward. Except for number two. That one confused me a little. I’ll have to look into that one further.
Well, I didn’t have to look that hard. The next four sections each expanded on the four initial rules. ‘1. Always treat a firearm as if it were loaded. This is a redundancy rule. Meant to keep the thoughts in the forefront of your mind that it only takes one bullet to ruin someone’s day or end their life. A magazine fed firearm may seem like it is totally empty because there is no magazine in it. However, there can still be a round in the chamber that has not been fired, and you are only one mistake away from disaster. Go to any firearms dealer and you will probably see a tub near the register with various different calibers of ammunition in it. This is not for decoration. Most FFL’s have this there as the bucket of ammunition they removed from a firearm that the person bringing it in swore the firearm was cleared. Ask the FFL about any stories they have personally or have heard about a firearm with one in the chamber going off and damaging the store or worse, hurting an individual.’ Could it really be that serious? ‘2. Never let the muzzle of the firearm cover anything you aren’t willing to destroy. This one trips people up more than the other three. Especially those who are new to firearms and operating them. The muzzle is the open end of the barrel at the front of the firearm. This is where the projectile exits the firearm at a high velocity. To cover something with it, means you are pointing the muzzle at it. Keeping rule number one in mind. You don’t want that accidental round in the chamber to go off and you have that firearm pointed at another human or yourself. That would not end well.’ Oh. That’s what they meant. Ok, this is more serious than I originally thought. Looks like I am going to be in for a little more than just firing off some rounds and letting off steam today. ‘3. Keep your finger off the trigger until your sights are on the target and you are ready to shoot. This one is another straightforward redundancy rule. The repetition of this practice builds a healthy safeguard in your subconscious. Ensuring you are looking at the object you intend to shoot. And making the clear and decisive move to slip your finger into the trigger guard and squeezing it to fire the round in the chamber. Keeping your finger off and acting as if there is a round in the chamber at all times. In addition to keeping the muzzle away from anything you don’t want to put a hole in. ensures that you minimize or eliminate yourself being the factor that starts a disastrous chain of events.’ Well, that was pretty intense in my opinion. This is the pamphlet Daddy said I had to read. And it already contains a flood of info greater than it’s size suggests.
I had to out the material down and answer the door. Another package was delivered. This one with my name on it. But Daddy called right away and stopped me before I could open it. Prohibiting me from opening it until I got to the range. So, I returned to my coffee and the reading material. ‘4. Be sure of your target and what is behind it. This one being last doesn’t make it any less important. In fact, this one is just as important as the first three. Because knowing what is behind your target is crucial when shooting. Whether you are at an indoor range, and outdoor range, in your home defending yourself, or out in public defending yourself. You must make sure that you are ok destroying or at the least damaging what is behind the intended target. Because when you are firing a round out of the barrel of your firearm. It travels with a high velocity and penetrating force. So, it will most likely not stay inside whatever your intended target is. Aside from a few things you may be firing at that are designed to stop the projectile from traveling beyond it. So, you must make sure there is nothing behind your target that you don’t want affected by it.’ Well that wraps up the four rules and a breakdown of them. However there was still half the pamphlet to go through.
I paused my reading again to take a few phone calls. One from work, giving them an update on my condition. And assuring them I would be back on Monday. The next one from Daddy. asking how I was finding the reading material. I told him it was a lot. But he assured me that it was necessary to learn the things in it before hitting the range. Clark texted me asking if I was getting better and if there was anything he and James could do. Those two have turned out to be quite the pair of friends with benefits. With the benefits now spanning beyond their amazing fucking skills. The last text I replied to was from Junior. He told me he just got back in town and was gonna hot me up. But he heard I was attacked and raped and started ranting about how he wished he and the boys were there to take care of business. This made me tear up but start chuckling at the same time. I still had to finish the pamphlet. So I grabbed a second cup of coffee and jumped back in. ‘Now, those four rules are the basics. Or primary rules as some call them. But they are by no means the be all and end all. They are just a solid start. Let’s add in that you can be following all those rules. And yet an accident can still happen. A firearm that is poorly cleaned and/or maintained. Or a firearm that has a manufacturing defect or fault in it. Can lead to an accidental discharge of the firearm. Now, lets say you were following rules one and three. But you flagged your buddy. Flagging means you swung the barrel in a manner that pointed it at them. Now, that motion has set off the firing pin and there was a round in the chamber. It went off at the wrong time and now you shot your friend, dog, cat, or any other thing you didn’t want to. Let’s say that the gun is in good working order from the factory. But you didn’t clean it like you should. This is another safety element you need to consider. Now, how often you should clean and maintain your firearm depends primarily on how often you shoot it, what type of ammunition you are using, if you are using a suppressor, and so on. A good rule of thumb is after every range trip before you lock it back up. And a deep clean at least once a month if it is a weapon you are using as your self defense weapon. Regardless of how often you shoot that particular firearm. For hunting rifles. If you aren’t firing them regularly and thus cleaning them as such. A good rule of thumb is the beginning of the season and the end before you put it in the safe. When you clean the firearm. You are breaking it down into its separate parts and you can inspect it better. Giving you a chance to spot any defect or damage that needs repairing. Now, depending on your knowledge and skill. You can replace some parts on your own. But it is often better to leave the forearm with a gunsmith for best ad safest results.’ The pamphlet continued explain the various scenarios that could be dangerous and listed several help lines, and resources for mental health support, and fir other things related to firearm safety and shooting.
With that lovely piece of reading aside I washed the dishes and cleaned out eh coffee pot. Then sat in the couch and flipped in the news. Just out of habit I suppose. As Daddy always watches it. I held the bag with the cage and the new jock in it now. Contemplating on when to put it on. My balls felt good yesterday and weren’t swollen or sore. So I can put it on at any moment. Well fuck, I wanna do it now! I have been missing my cage even though I have only had it off for three and a half days. So, I stood up and grabbed the cage. Undoing the strap from one end and taking the cage off the base ring. I slowly started wrapping the strap around my waist then securing it. It felt so natural and meant to be as I started sliding my balls in then my clitty shaft. Finally, I slowly and dramatically started placing the cage on. Finally locking it into place and my clit immediately straining inside it. Leaking a moderate amount of pre-sissygasm juice. This sent my mind into the stratosphere with euphoria. Finally feeling a sense of joy I hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. The cold silver-plated confines settling in and giving me a sense of normalcy returning. Now, just another week and a half for doc to clear my cunt for fucking again. And I can return to the familiar joy of having a cock pound my prostate into sissygasm heaven. Next came the trying on of the jock. It too felt natural and tailored to fit. The silk lined elastic band softly but firmly lifting my ass cheeks up and the crotch holding my clit secure like it was a foot ball being ran into the end zone.
I stayed clad in my new threads and sat back on the couch. Lost in thought and in a trance. Before I knew it was lunch time. I got up to forage the kitchen for a solution to my hunger when my phone rang. It was Tim. “Hello Timmy, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” I answered the phone saying. “Well, I am off today and am really bored waiting for our range trip. So, I thought I’d bring of some lunch. How does Tikka Masla sound?” Tim asked. “Well, I wouldn’t turn down food and a view of that sexy body sitting across from me. So bring it on over.” I replied. “Fuck yeah, give me about thirty minutes to get the food and meet you at Sarge’s place.” Tim answered. Then about thirty-five minutes later. He appeared, knocking on the door. I went to meet him there. Seeing him with the food and a rose. “Looking sexy in that new cage and jock. Sarge struck a home run with that pick!” Tim exclaimed. “Thanks! Come on in and let’s dig in.” I replied, planting a kiss on his cheek. Leading him by the hand to the table where I already had drinks set up. He set the rose down next to my spot and he pushed my chair in. “How is everything going with the recovery?” Tim asked. “Well, I can’t take any man in my cunt for another week and a half. But I have been back to sucking Daddy off and even back to drinking his piss. Then, today I was able to re-lock up and secure my clit back in it’s natural place. Aside from that, I am still shaken, having nightmares and flashbacks to that night. So, it’s gonna be rough still.” I answered. “Well, I am sorry that you’re still going through this. It’s tragic when anyone thinks they can do this to another human. Against their will and take the innocence from them. I have a hard time responding to these calls because I am afraid of what I may do to the suspected individual.” Tim said. “But other than that. It’s good to see you’re healing physically. Even starting to suck cock again. God, I love that cunt of yours. But your pussy mouth is so good too.” He added.
We ate the food with me telling him more about the recovery and catching up on his work adventures. Then we went and sat on the couch. “Well, I see you got the brochure about shooting safety. As well as the package I sent over. So, go ahead and open it! I wanted to get you some critical gear for shooting.” Tim gleefully exclaimed. He picked up the package that was delivered to me and handed it to me. I could see the bulge growing in his pants. I brushed it as he handed the box to me and he moaned slightly. I opened the box to reveal a rather impressive set of earmuffs and shooting glasses. “Tim, these are… What are these?” I asked. “So these are a pair of passive electronic earmuffs. They fit over your ears and have microphones in each ear. Allowing for sound to pass through. But the second a certain threshold is passed. The instantly deafen the sound. Protecting your ears from the sonic boom of a gunshot. Most people start off with the basic earplugs or static earmuffs because they are cheap and don’t sound more complicated than they actually are. However, they need to be removed for any conversations to be had without sounding like old fuds screaming at each other. So, most of us have moved on to these. They’re rechargeable and efficient. They allow for us to keep a conversation going in between rounds and not have to remove the ear-pro.” Tim replied. “Oh, that sounds very nice. No pun intended. And I am guessing these are just safety glasses? No special features?” I asked. “No, nothing special about them. They are just a bit more comfortable than the basic ones you buy at Walmart. They contour your head better, the nose bridge is better, and the earpieces are more comfortable. When Sarge said you were finally ready to go shooting. I decided to…” I cut him off with a deep kiss. Then started to feel his bulge. Rubbing it through his jeans. He pushed me off and grabbed his crotch. “Are you sure you’re ready for this now?” He asked. “Yes Timmy. I have been getting back into it with Daddy. and I can tell you have been missing my service. So, let me get back into it and taste that lovely uncut sausage of yours. I have been missing it.” I replied, reaching for his belt.
He threw his jeans off so quickly, and his cock sprang out of the fly of his briefs. It throbbed and pulsed as I started sucking, Tim was convulsing and moaning like a boy who just got his first blow job and it didn’t take long for him to bust a heavy load straight down my throat. “Fuck you know how to make me blow the best loads ever! Thanks!” Tim exclaimed. “It was my pleasure! I have been waiting to get back into those pants since that bastard attacked me. I have been missing sex and dick. It brings my cunt and throat so much pleasure. I just need to let it happen…” I was cut off by Tim kissing me and pulling me in tightly. I just started crying into his shoulder. “Shhh… I got you baby. I got you. Just relax and let it out.” He said softly. Running his fingers through my hair and holding me tight. “I just can’t fucking believe someone would do something like that to me… Like I don’t get it… I don’t have many limits and I generally will serve any man willingly. But why would he do that? What did I do wrong…” I was stopped again. “Stop that talk right there. We aren’t going to self blame here. You are right. You are a willing sub and don’t refuse many men. This was the guy that tried to attack you at the gang bang. He already had ill intentions towards you. He didn’t want to just fuck you like any other man. He wanted to assert control over you and destroy part of your body. Sadists like him aren’t fit for our community. He has no respect for other men’s subs. He thinks you are all slaves that deserve no rights and no control over their own body.” Tim started saying. “Like, don’t get me wrong. There are some subs who are ok with being a slave essentially. And relinquishing their autonomy to a master. But to act as if any sub is a slave and disregard what even your Dom told him. He isn’t a man that needs to be anywhere near another man sexually. So, I will not allow you to blame yourself for that shit head’s sinister actions.” He added in.
I just sat there silently crying into his chest for a long time. Before calming down. “Thank you. I’m sorry if this has triggered any…” I started saying. “It’s ok. I haven’t been raped or assaulted like that. But this job leads you into those situations. And anytime I have seen someone start to blame themselves for a rape. It turns into them harming themselves or killing themselves. And I can’t let that happen to you. Let alone Sarge. Io don’t think he could handle another situation where a guy he cared for and transformed like you ends up doing that. He’d probably be joining you.” Tim said “Thank you. That really means a lot.” I replied. We sat there silently for the next two hours. Cuddling on the couch and occasionally making out. “Well, I guess we should get ready to head for the range.” Tim said. “Yeah, what should I wear as far as clothing?” I asked. “Well, ideally you want it to be comfortable and something you would wear any other day of the week. Especially of you plan on carrying the weapon with you for self-defense. It helps to train in your regular clothing so you are comfortable and familiar with how drawing and firing the gun works in them.” Tim answered. “Well does that mean you’ll be in uniform? Since that is when you are most likely to be carrying a gun and in a situation where you may need to use it?” I asked. “Well, for us in law enforcement. It is a little different. We have to be comfortable drawing from concealment in street clothes. And drawing from our duty holster in full uniform and body armor.” He replied. “Oh. That makes sense I guess.” I answered.
I got dressed in my normal clothing and Tim drove me to the range. I saw Daddy’s car already there. We walked in to see him standing at the counter and looking at the handguns in the case. “Lucy, Officer Brown, glad you two made it in alright. I was just looking at the rentals they had available. Come over here and take a look at the couple I think you should try out Lucy.” Daddy called out as we walked over to meet him. He had two handguns sitting on the counter that I couldn’t describe as anything other than black and hefty looking. “Ok, what am I looking at Daddy? They both look the same to me.” I sated. Daddy shot me a disappointed look and Tim started chuckling. “I will ignore you said that since it is your first time shooting. The only thing these two have in common are the capacity of their magazines and the caliber they fire. This one here is a Glock 19. It is a very common handgun for concealed carrying. It is steady, accurate, reliable, and easy to maintain. As it is common and parts are readily available. It is also highly customizable. So you can tailor it to fit your preferences. I can tell you as I carry this it is pretty solid.” Daddy said. “The other is my favorite to carry when not on duty. It is the Sig Sauer P365. Another common and reliable option. It too is easy to customize and tailor to your needs. I like it because it is slim, and the grip is a bit more ergonomic. It fits inside the waistband nicely and the recoil is very manageable when firing repeatedly. So, I will have you try both out. And once you are ready to purchase one. You will have a hands on and experience based decision to be made.” Daddy added in. “I am also more partial to the P365 for concealed carry off duty. Plus you can pair it with a Sig optic, and you have a great pairing to keep you accurate and on target all the time.” Tim added in. “Yes, yes. But let us not confuse our girl with too much info up front. Let’s get our gear together and head into the range.” Daddy said.
We all presented our ID’s to the man at the counter. “Sergeant Brennan, Officer Brown. It is always a pleasure to see Slope’s finest out here training and keeping their skills sharp. But who do we have here? I have yet to see you grace these halls.” The man at the counter asked. “I am Lucas, I moved here a few months ago and I run the IT department for the Nuclear Plant.” I started saying. “Ah, well I thank you for your contributions to this town. The plant has brought in a wave of new life here. And how do you know these two fine young men?” He asked. “Well, Daddy… I mean Sergeant Brennan is…” I stammered out. “Lucas is my boyfriend, Jack.” Dadd butted in to save my embarrassment. “Ah, and you didn’t take him shooting sooner? You had your last boyfriend in here a lot.” Jack said. “Well, I decided to take it slower this time. Of course, you know what happened to Jason. I didn’t want to rush Lucas into it and let him decide when he was ready. And well that time is now.” Daddy answered. “Well then, I can respect that. And any time you are ready is the best time to learn how to properly handle and fire a gun. We wouldn’t want you rushing in and hurting yourself or anyone else. Enjoy the range men!” Jack said as he turned and walked away.
We gathered the rental handguns and the cases that the men brought in. We made our way to the range floor, stopping inside a foyer between the shop and the lanes. There were tables set up and signage on the walls. Instructing us to ensure the weapons were clear and that our hearing protection was on before entering the range. Another sign said to stop and check all weapons are clear before reentering the shop floor. Well, I see they take their safety here very seriously. Just like the brochure or pamphlet Daddy left me earlier. “Ok Lucy, I know you read the pamphlet. But we are still going to keep an eye on you even more this time at the range. You have never fired a gun before and we may sound like we’re micromanaging you. But we are only doing so because we want you to be safe and confident when shooting.” Daddy said, pulling his earmuffs out. I pulled mine out, and put it on. The men set the rental guns before me and showed me how to load the magazines for each, how to ensure the firearm is clear, and how to cock the gun when ready to shoot. Then we entered the range. There were only two other men in the range shooting and one man walking around. “Hello Officer Brown and Sergeant! Lovely to see you here again! But I see we have a new man here! Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” The man said, reaching out to shake my hand. “Hello there, my name is Lucas. Sergeant Brennan is my boyfriend and I decided to finally join him here!” I answered. “That is great to hear! Well, my name is Joshua and I am the Range Safety Officer or R.S.O for short. I am here to oversee and correct any potential safety issues with shooters. As well as offer advice and guidance occasionally! Now, I know these two very well and I typically don’t have to keep an eye on them as much as others. But I still sometimes spot things these two do that have me stepping in sometimes! Don’t be alarmed! I am not trying to get you in trouble or kick you out! I am doing quite the opposite! I want to make sure you have a good time and are able to come back often! So, if you are ever here and are alone don’t be alarmed if I say something! Just be cool and follow my words! And, if you have any questions you can always wave me over!” Joshua said. he then walked off after I thanked him.
We took the larger lane at the end of the range. It had a table and target hanger with adjustable height. And there was a handicap parking square painted on the floor. “Yes, this is one of the few ADA compliant lanes in the range! But with the three of us here, we needed the larger table space!” Tim said. the two men then each pulled their handguns out of the case. And helped me set mine up. Then, each man took a turn at their target with one magazine. Each of them explaining how they shoot, what they do to ensure they are safe and hit their target. Then pulling their targets in. Each man was dead on with their shooting. Placing their shots in a tight cluster. They called it grouping. Then, it was my turn. I grabbed the Glock first. Placed the magazine in it slowly and racked the slide as they called it. Then…BANG! I fired the first shot and the gun felt uncontrollable in my hand. I set it down and started to breathe heavy. “Hey, you are good. That happens a lot on the first shot anyone takes.” Daddy said. “Where did it even go? Did I even hit the target?” I asked still shaking. “Yes, right down there. Still inside the silhouette but low. That’s ok and it’s practice that builds your confidence and accuracy.” Daddy said. he then picked up the handgun and straddle me from behind. Speaking into my earmuff softly. Then…BANG! I didn’t feel the recoil as badly. I looked down at the target right around the stomach of the silhouette. Daddy then spoke into my ear and told me to adjust the grip and raise my sights a bit. Tim stood on the other side and told me to slow my breathing down and exhale smoothly as I shot. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Half-way through the magazine and now I’m closer to the heart of the silhouette and the group is tighter. Finally finishing the mag just under the center-mass of the target with a decent first timers group. I wasted no time in picking up another magazine and going back at another target. My accuracy stayed around the same. But my grouping got better. Exactly what Daddy said to do. I finished four magazines of the Glock. Then moved on to the Sig. same deal there. Both men coaching me and guiding my shot. Tim offering his Sig with a red dot sight on it. That did a little to improve my accuracy. I can see why people would use one. Then after shooting a bit more of the rentals. We all started rotating through the lane. Spending another hour and a half shooting before calling it a day.
We cleaned up the table at the lane. Thankfully not having to worry about the spent shells as Joshua came through periodically with a broom and swept them away. We went into the foyer and did a final check plus removing our earmuffs. Then back into the main shop floor. I went to turn the rentals in as Tim and Daddy went to piss. “Lucy! What are you doing here?” I heard a familiar voice say in an annoyed tone. It was Marcus. “Where have you been? We broke for the fourth of July weekend and you suddenly disappeared on me. Leaving a note that you were dealing with a personal matter. What the fuck man? This doesn’t seem like that important of a personal matter. So you have some explaining to do.” He started in on me angrily. “Marcus, it’s not that simple. Here, let’s go to the bathroom and I can tell you. It is a bit personal and serious.” I replied. I walked towards the bathroom with a very annoyed looking Marcus as Daddy and Tim walked out. I whispered that I was ok and they can stay out for now. Marcus and I went into a stall and he immediately started trying to pull my pants down. “Please, stop it Marcus. I need to tell you something first.” I started objecting and slapping his hands away. “You can tell me while I fuck that cunt. extra hard today since you appear to be just fine.” He stated aggressively. “No, Marcus you need to stop I can’t have any cunt sex right now. Marcus STOP! You need to listen… Marcus, I WAS RAPED! So please, just stop!” I shouted as I pushed him away hard and quickly. “Jesus Lucy I’m sorry, I didn’t know… When?” Marcus was instantly calmer and apologetic. “You ok in here Lucy?” Daddy asked. I told him I was and dismissed him. I briefly explained everything to Marcus. But didn’t get as emotional this time. Just shaking a bit. “Well, I am sorry again. But please don’t leave us out of the loop so heavily. Like you didn’t have to say everything that happened. But, some of us were worried you had gotten seriously hurt or had a family death. And wanted to be there for you.” Marcus said. I couldn’t argue there. It had been four days and all I told the plant director was that I was attacked but not to tell the crew the details. I mean, I was rightfully embarrassed and hurt. But my crew did need a better explanation. Marcus was still visibly horny though. So, I apologized for noy being able to be fucked. But I could take care of him in other ways.
I left the stall and bathroom with Marcus after swallowing a load from him. “You ok baby?” Daddy asked. “Yes. He’s just a kid still and I hadn’t really sent a message to my crew explaining the nature of my absence. Like, I am not going to tell all of them I was raped. But they could use a better word.” I said as we walked out to the car. “Hey, let’s all get dinner at the Diner Tim.” Daddy said I agreed and Tim had no objection. So, he followed us there and we went in to get some dinner. “So, what did you think about the shooting? And don’t focus on how you were shooting. It was your first time. So it was expected that you wouldn’t be dead on. So just go on how it felt and how you liked it.” Daddy said. “Well, it felt terrifying for that first mag. But after that it started feeling better and better. I really liked it at the end of the day. I definitely want to train some more and even start carrying eventually.” I replied. “Well that’s definitely a goal to achieve. Thankfully here in Oklahoma you don’t need a CCW Permit. So, all we need to do is get you confident, competent, and safe in carrying. I would also recommend you take some self defense specific classes on shooting as well. You need to know when you should draw and potentially shoot another person and when you shouldn’t. I would hate to see you go down on a murder because the shoot went bad.” Daddy said. “Well, aside from that. Which handgun did you like best? That is the question now. Because you need to have one you’re confident in if you decide to carry.” Tim asked. “The Glock, hands down. I mean the Sig had a good grip to it. But it felt less controllable than the Glock. Then Jack was showing me some grip upgrades I could get for a Glock. And it makes that choice so much easier.” I replied. The men both looked stunned that I answered so quickly. “I mean, I can’t argue with that logic.” Daddy said. Tim couldn’t come up with an argument either.
We wrapped up our dinner then made our way out. Mark was sitting in his usual spot, smoking a cigarette. “Hey Lucy! Are you doing ok? You weren’t very clear in your message to me the other day.” Mark asked. “Yeah, well I was attacked. Raped actually. Remember the guy I told you about after the Gang Bang when Daddy brought me here?” I replied. “He did that? When?” Mark asked. “On the Fourth. Been recovering from it since. Still have a couple of weeks before I can fuck.” I replied. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that. You’re gonna get through this though. I know Danno here will be with ya for it all.” Mark replied. He gave Daddy a glance like he knew something we all did not. “Thank you. I know I couldn’t do it without some support from close friends and loved ones. Also, heaving some outlets channel my emotion into help. Maybe I should take up writing…” I said as I trailed off in thought. We said our goodbyes. Tim left for the apartments, while I left with Daddy. “Thank you for taking me out there today. It felt really good to start being in control of my life again. And that’s what this did. Maybe after some more training. I’ll feel confident and competent to carry and defend myself if necessary.” I said as he drove me home. “That’s the key there. Aside from it being fun to shoot. Training is definitely necessary. We don’t want you sitting at the defendants table without a clear defense for it.” He replied. “What do you mean by that, Daddy?” I asked. “Well. It is possible that a DA may get a little overzealous or bullish and decide to charge someone who clearly defended themselves with some sort of crime. So, that is why you train not only in shooting. But in when to shoot a person in self-defense.” He replied. “Oh, well I guess that is possible. I never thought about it that way.” I said. “I know. That is almost always the case with people new to shooting and carrying in defense. However, you are getting off to a better start. Not only because you have men like Tim and myself to guide you. But also because you are more understanding and accepting that you are needing guidance and training.” He said. I nodded in agreement as we pulled into the driveway.
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