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More Tales from the Valley    Part 2




I awoke with a tremendous urge to pee.
It was a hell of a thing to wake up with I know. Kinda like waking up with
a hangover, like the one I felt I had right now.  
What had I been doing last night.
I opened my eyes and it all came back to me.
It took two nurses to finally calm me down from my screaming fit, and I
don't even remember standing up on my bed.  They helped me down slowly, and
helped me to the bathroom once I had calmed enough to indicate my need.
I felt terrible, like something the cat dragged OUT!
Every move brought forth a ripple of pain from all my muscles.
The nurse who helped me into the bathroom was a godsend. She didn't seem at
all squeamish in helping me go through my absolutions, not even when I
found it too painful to even wipe myself.  How I would hate to have her
job.
She helped me back to bed while I apologized for my screaming, and after
she left I was at last able to relax and look around.
It was a comfortable looking hospital room, with a large window that showed
only sky from my angle on the bed.
The bed was typical hospital issue, and I lay on it covered only in a
sheet. I had noticed, on my trip to and from the bathroom, that I was
wearing one of those open backed hospital gowns, fastened only at the neck.
I pulled aside the sheet the nurse had so carefully tucked around me, and
pulled away the gown to get a look at what was left of my body.
I shuddered at what I saw.
Almost everywhere I was a mass of color. Black and blue and yellow and a
very violent red.  My thighs had sterile pads taped to them in spots, and
so did my buttocks.  Around my chest was wound a very tight bandage with
some stiff supports along my left side. This, I assumed, was taking care of
my ribs.  I also had an I.V. stuck in one hand.
Every place I poked and prodded hurt.
I was just pulling the covers back over me in disgust when the door opened
to allow what I assumed was my doctor to enter.
It was the same bald man I had seen earlier, but this time he was smiling.
It was a warm, gentle smile, and I found myself smiling in response. He was
followed by the nurse who had helped me use the bathroom.
"Hello," he said, "I'm Doctor Fargo. I'm responsible for your care while
you're here. How are you feeling?"
"Painful." I answered honestly, working my jaw a little. It hurt to talk
too. "Are either of my friends here?"
A small frown crossed the doctor's face.  "Before I answer any of your
questions, would you mind if I examined you again?"  He asked.
I nodded, wondering why he had dodged the question.
The doctor proceeded to examine me, taking care not to manipulate me too
much. He would ask what hurt and how much as he worked.  He also gave me
what I thought of as a brief neurological exam, both in how I reacted to
stimuli and through simple questions about my past.  He seemed satisfied
about my progress, and told me basically what he had told Melissa before I
had blacked out.
What he said about the police though, was very different.
"Maria, outside your room I have a Sheriff's deputy who would like to speak
to you."
My blood chilled.
Palmer knew I was here and he had come to make sure I wouldn't talk.
I began to shake, my fear pumping me up.
"No.  I won't talk to him." I whispered.
"It's all right Maria." said the doctor. He was evidently concerned about
my reaction to what he had said. He and the nurse exchanged looks.
"No.  I want to see my boyfriend."  I told him.
"The police only want to help you Maria. You have nothing to fear from
them, from anyone. They want to protect you from whoever did this to you."
"They can't!"  I was beginning to raise my voice.  I knew that as soon as
Palmer came into the room I would break down under his gaze. I imagined
that his buddies at the station house wouldn't do anything to punish him
either. They would all just have a big laugh about it.
"Maria. Please, it's for your own good. You have to see the deputy before I
can let you have any other visitors. It's the law."
"I don't want to see him, I want to see my boyfriend!"  I was getting
rather frantic now. The doctor made a motion to the nurse, who took a
syringe out of a pocket and injected something into the I.V.
I immediately began to calm down, the drug making things a little foggy
around the edges.
"The nurse just gave you something to help you relax." said the doctor
unnecessarily. "I can understand your feelings, but it doesn't do you any
good to protect your boyfriend when he does things like this to you. You
have to talk about it to the police so that they can help you."
His words flowed through my groggy mind like molasses, but I caught his
meaning. He thought Alan was the one that had beaten me, since it was him
who brought me in. He must have seen a lot of this to have thought that
way.
"Nooo." I had to make him understand. "Please. Don't leave me alone with
him."
"It's okay." The doctor said. "Should the sheriff allow it, a deputy will
be in here with you when your boyfriend visits."
"No!  I mean don't leave me alone with the deputy. Please!" I tugged hard
on the arm of a very puzzled looking man. I could see that he couldn't
fathom my reasons for wanting him here, but he nodded and asked the nurse
to show the deputy in.
I gave out a big sigh of relief, when I saw that it wasn't Palmer who was
waiting outside.  Instead it was a man in uniform that I had never seen
before. He was young, and I must have been his first beating victim for he
had a hard time not staring at what wounds of mine were visible to him.
He started by going over the usual information about who I was, and where I
lived, but when he started asking about the beating I had taken, I clammed
up. All I would tell him was that Alan wasn't the one who had beaten me. 
After a half hour of fruitless questioning, that was all he could get out
of me.
All through this I had held on to the doctor's sleeve, and it was only when
he was gone that I looked down and noticed how white my knuckles were as
they gripped the material of the doctor's coat.
Doctor Fargo was looking at me curiously.  I could tell that he was very
puzzled about my reaction to the presence of the cop. I could almost see
wheels turning in his head.
"Can I see Alan now?"  I asked him.
He shook his head. "Not until I speak to the sheriff. But you do have
another visitor waiting, I'll send her in."
It had to be Melissa. I thanked him and he and the nurse left.
A moment later the door opened to reveal not Melissa, but Lisa.
"Hey there," she said as she came in. She was carrying some flowers which
she put on a small table nearby, before giving me a gentle hug.
I asked her about Alan and Melissa.
"They're both at Alan's place. I've already called then, but Alan has
strict orders from the sheriff not to come up here. Melissa is on her way
though."
"Lisa, they think Alan did this!" I told her.
"I know. But as long as you keep telling them that he didn't then there is
nothing they can do. It will all go away."
"No, it won't." I shook my head. "Palmer won't let it. he will just use it
as another way to get me back."  Even the thought scared me, but in my
drugged state it didn't cause the panic attack I had suffered earlier.
Lisa paused, as if considering whether or not to tell me something. she
evidently came to a decision, for she stiffened up a bit.
"Maria, you wont have to worry about Deputy Palmer anymore."
Now I was confused. "What do you mean? He has all those photographs and
files. He could put Alan away!"
"No. He won't be able to do any of that." Lisa replied. "He had an
accident. Rolled his car into a ditch last night. He was killed instantly."
To say I was shocked was an understatement. Then I began to feel as though
a huge weight had been lifted of my shoulders.
I sat back and closed my eyes, my strength seeming to disappear with my
fear.
"Maria, are you all right?" a rather concerned Lisa asked.
I nodded, and with a smile on my face gave in to the drug that had been
trying to put me to sleep the last few minutes.


The drive to the valley wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The bruises
on my body were still sore, but the three days of enforced bed rest I had
gotten at the hospital had helped me to get used to it.  The drugs I had
been given were a big help too.
As we started down the driveway I glanced over at Alan who drove with a
quiet determination. I had been allowed to see him for the first time only
yesterday, after the sheriff had finally relented and released the
restriction.  He and his department had tried their best to either get me
to admit that Alan had beaten me, or tell them who did.  They had to go
away disappointed.
Alan hadn't said much yesterday, but then he didn't have to. We spent our
time together mostly in silence, just bathing in each others company,
something we had learned to do during all the time I had spent gagged with
him.  We didn't need to talk to know how we felt about each other.
Still, when Alan told me that he loved me, my heart did start beating
faster.  With all the wonderful things he has said to me since I met him,
this was the first time he had said those three little words. Only then was
I sure that I loved him too.
We pulled up to the house, and Melissa and Lisa came out to meet me.
They fussed over me as I got out of the truck and helped me up onto the
porch. They tried to lead me into the house, but I was tired of being
indoors. I had spent a lot of time outside this past summer and was in no
hurry to go in again.
"Please," I said, struggling to break free from my friends, "can we sit
outside for a while?"
The air was cool, it was jacket weather for sure, but my friends relented
and we all found seats on the porch.
We had a quiet moment together, before I broke the silence.
"I want the truth." I said to no one in particular.
"The truth about what?" Melissa responded, after a pause.
"About Deputy Palmer." I replied.
The three of them glanced at one another, none wishing to speak.
"Well?"  I asked.
"You aren't in any condition to hear it." Alan said. "You should be
resting."
"I'm fine.  Just a little sore. I can even take this rib brace off in a
couple of weeks. I need to know about Palmer. Did he really have...an
accident?"
"What do you think?"  Alan asked quietly.
I thought back to how Alan had saved my life once before, a well placed
shot removing what would have been a terrible problem from our lives.  At
the time I was sure Eric's death had been an accident. But after spending a
few days in bed with nothing much to do but think...
"Just tell me this." I whispered after a long pause. "Is there a chance
that another 'Deputy Palmer' type will come along, with evidence that will
force you to...well, with evidence?"
"There's no chance." He said evenly.
I looked up, his face was very composed. I glanced over at Melissa and
Lisa. They sat watching the both of us. Melissa nodded slowly, and I knew
then that she, and maybe even Lisa, had been in on this from the beginning.
They were all aware of what needed to be done to protect both me and Alan,
and had gone ahead despite the risks.
I owed them all my life, and while I couldn't help but be shocked at what
they did, I knew my payment to them would be my silence.
There was only one thing left to say.
"Good."


The next three weeks I healed. The only significant injury being my ribs. I
returned to the hospital a couple of times for check ups, but otherwise
spent my time with Alan in the valley.  
I did get two surprises during that time however.
The first came the first night I was home. 
When we went to bed that night, of course Alan and I were together. What
surprised me was that Melissa and Lisa took the spare bedroom together.
It was only then that I realized that the two of them were having an
affair.
At first the concept of Melissa having an affair with another woman blew my
mind. But as I lay in the dark, listening to Alan sleep, I began to see the
sense in it.  Ever since Eric tortured her, she had shied away from men,
and I knew from personal experience, that she had little problem making
love to a woman.
While I healed, I managed to get Melissa to tell me about her and Lisa, and
found out that they had been dating since I introduced them at my home oh
so long ago.  It felt very weird, not having known anyone having this kind
of relationship before. But when I saw how the Melissa I knew before Eric,
had returned, I was happy for her.
Lisa was helping her to heal.
Me, I didn't seem to need healing, mentally speaking, and that was the
second notable thing about those weeks.
After being not exactly functional right after my rescue, it seemed that
hearing about my tormentor's death had given me a peace I might never have
found otherwise.
I didn't even have bad dreams, in fact I hardly dreamt at all.  Alan told
me I slept like a log, and in fact slept more than I did before Palmer had
shown up.
I also had no problems with Alan touching me, unlike Melissa who still
shudders when Alan is close. Only a couple of nights after I got home, Alan
and I made quiet, vanilla love, the both of us releasing pent up emotions
and fears.
Our physical affections have died down some what since that night, but I
still look forward to his touch.
I wonder how I could have come out of my ordeal so whole and unaffected.

It was after my rib brace came off that I began to feel restless. I began
taking over my former duties, cleaning the house and taking care of Nelson,
although Alan did the heavy lifting for me. He was very careful not to let
me over exert myself, although I could see in his eyes that he was happy
that I wasn't letting my injuries slow me down.
I also spent a lot of time exploring the surrounding area around the
valley, something I had been unable to do before having been naked most of
the time. I got to know the town, and some of the people in it, and found
the place to be very nice indeed.  I could just picture little Alan running
around here as a boy, while listening to the stories he told about growing
up here.
However, after a while even the exploring got old, and it was while I was
up in our room getting dressed one morning that I found myself playing with
the cord of my dressing gown.
I had wrapped it around one wrist and then the other, pulling my hands
together in front of me.  I stood in front of the full length mirror Alan
had put in for me, and looked at what I had done.
There I stood, dressed only in panties and bra, a dark blue cord wrapped
around my wrists. Almost all my bruising had gone by now, leaving my skin
to its fading tan. Only a few light marks on my thighs and butt that would
take years to fade remained.
I was captivated by the image, unable to tear myself away. That was why I
didn't hear Alan come up behind me.
"You have got to be kidding."  He said quietly, breaking the spell.
I turned to face him, unable to say a word. I couldn't explain how my heart
was beating a thousand times a minute, how a throbbing I thought had been
snuffed out had begun making itself known once more.
I knew what I was missing now, it was what had brought Alan and I together
in the first place.
I didn't say a word. Instead I dropped to my knees and extended my bound
hands toward him.
Alan didn't respond at once, the look on his face was both questioning and
one of concern.
"Are you sure?"  He asked me.
"Please." was all I could choke up.
He stood still for a moment. I could see him thinking, coming to a
decision.  His expression gradually became lighter, an old smile I hadn't
seen in a while made an appearance.
"Wait." he told me.
I held my position as he left the room, and didn't move a muscle until he
returned.
He unwrapped the belt from my wrists and carefully replaced it with my
leather cuffs. He had me stand and knelt to put on my ankle cuffs.  From
his pocket he produced the four tiny locks that would keep me from removing
the cuffs. He looked up into my eyes and I nodded. He quickly locked on my
ankle cuffs and stood to do the same with my wrist cuffs.
"Now," he said with a smile, "You know how I like my slave girls."
I smiled, a broad smile, my first in days also, and quickly removed my
underwear, standing naked before him once more.
He moved to me and took two larger locks from his pocket and locked my
ankles together with one and my wrists together with the other.
Taking my wrists in one hand, he raised them over my head and began to run
his other hand over my body.
I felt a never ending series of tremors rush through my body at his touch,
and closed my eyes to savor them.
"Keep your eyes open." ordered Alan.
I did so, as his fingers traced the outlines of my body. They eventually
came to rest over my pussy, now covered once more with hair since I had not
shaved down there since the incident.
He tugged at the hair and I couldn't help gasping at the sharp, sudden
pull.
"I want you to go now and take care of this." he said, pulling again at my
pubic hair, "Then come see me in my office."
I smiled and nodded, and was surprised with a kiss.
As he left the room I was happier than I had been in a long time, knowing
that now we had a chance to really bring things back to normal.



End of Part 2



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