Lucy and the Doctors (13 page)

“Don’t forget me,” she said. Then, wiping her eyes, she headed from the room and downstairs. The men were still arguing, and Thomas was inches from Nathan Stiles’ face now.

“…and you’ve given me nothing to prove that you are Judge Bonham’s man. So why should I believe you?”

“Because I can confirm it.” Lucy watched as the men all fell silent at the sound of her voice and turned their attention to where she stood on the stairs. Her legs were shaking as she descended. When she reached the trio, she turned to Thomas and Benedict. “He is Judge Bonham’s secretary. And from what experience I’ve had with the judge, I can also confirm that it is indeed in his nature to destroy anyone who denies him what he wants. If he wants me away from you enough to send his man in the evening, then I must go…”

“Lucy…” they began together, but she continued talking.

“I will not allow you to be destroyed for my sake. You’ve already done more than I could have hoped. If you want to plead for me, then go to the courts.”

Stiles reached out and took Lucy by the arm, pulling her to him as he victoriously faced her guardians. “I’d strongly suggest you not challenge this order in court. At the very least you’ll be stripped of your profession.” He paused. “Forget this girl.”

“Lucy!” Her guardians’ calls followed her as Stiles opened the door and pulled her into the night. Lucy looked back and called to them as they appeared on the stoop.

“Don’t try to follow!” she cried. “Do as he says. I’ll not have you ruined for my sake.”

Then almost as suddenly, she was halted in her tracks. A coach had pulled up behind the one Stiles had arrived in, a finer one. The door opened and an unmistakable figure emerged. Lucy struggled to keep from fainting. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Stiles addressed the other man.

“Judge Bonham…” His tone was one of surprise. In the shallow light of the gaslight, her captor’s face was almost pale. But Bonham’s was flushed with anger.

“Stiles,” he spat. “I can see now I was right to follow you. Your behavior of late has been beyond suspect.” He looked at Lucy. “What are you doing with this… this… whore?”

Now Benedict and Thomas were on the walk. Thomas held out the order. “Delivering this,” he said.

When the judge looked confused, Benedict hurriedly told him of how Litman had transferred Lucy to their custody from St. Bart’s, an action they’d believed legally binding until Stiles had appeared to dispute it.

The judge was appearing more agitated, his beady, angry eyes looking from Stiles to the doctors and then to Lucy, who seemed to attract his particular ire. For a moment, he seemed unsure of where to focus his attention before settling on his secretary.

“You… you… rabble. You forged an order to grant yourself custody, but to what end? Wait. Let me guess. You mean to bring me down by using this little baggage’s testimony against me. Well, mark me. It won’t happen. I’ve already sent for the constables, and I’ll see you put away for conspiracy, along with this little bitch!” The judge, enraged, flung himself at Stiles at that moment. “You vile bastard. That I ever even lifted you from the gutter…”

Lucy leapt back as the men struggled on the icy walk and suddenly Stiles flung the judge away. Archibald Bonham slid backwards, and for a moment it looked as if he’d right himself. But then he fell, striking the back of his head against the walk with a sickening thud.

“Jesus!” The driver of Bonham’s cab leapt from his seat. “You’ve bloody killed him!”

Lucy was shaking as she watched the scene unfold. Two constables were running toward them, and Thomas was kneeling to take a pulse. Stiles’ cries of objection filled the night as the driver quickly gave an account of the secretary pushing the judge to the ground as they argued. Thomas looked up at Lucy and Benedict before turning to the constables.

“He’s dead,” he said.

“No!” Stiles said. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this!”

“Killing a judge?” The constable shook his head. “You’ll hang for this, and all your airs won’t save you, Stiles.”

Lucy turned, burying her face in Benedict’s chest. “Oh. It’s a nightmare! And it’s all my fault. Now the law will investigate and I’ll be returned to St. Bart’s.”

“Not likely,” Thomas said in her ear, and opened his hand to reveal the order from Stiles that he’d taken from the judge when he checked his pulse. “No one has to know this exists. The only one who does is the one from St. Bart’s.”

“But Stiles…”

“What?” Benedict said doubtfully. “Do you really think he’ll compound his situation by admitting to this forgery? There are witnesses now to what he did. Anything he says will only make things worse for himself.”

Lucy looked down at the dead body before her. The man who’d sought to destroy her had been destroyed himself by a man who was just as cold.

“I cannot feel pity for him,” she said. “Is that wrong?”

“No,” Thomas said. “Pity is best reserved for those who deserve it. Let’s get inside.”

Chapter Fourteen: Safe at Last

There was an inquest, but the driver’s testimony left no doubt in the court’s mind that Stiles was responsible for the judge’s death. Even though Bonham had enemies, in the end not everyone was as loyal to Stiles as he wanted to believe. When the gavel fell, they abandoned him as the expendable bastard Judge Bonham had always suggested he was.

Posthumously, Bonham was savaged. Dr. Litman produced the order proving that the judge had indeed relinquished custody of his wife and ward to St. Bart’s, and upheld St. Bart’s right to transfer it to the doctors who wanted to study Lucy. Both Dr. Thomas Allard and Dr. Benedict Crane testified that Lucy had been unfairly committed to the asylum, and in their professional opinion did not suffer from the disease of nymphomania.

Without going into the particulars of their relationship, Lucy testified to the kindness of the men who’d saved her and pleaded to remain in their custody. The court agreed, as the presiding judges all agreed that the fragile young woman would likely benefit from the ongoing care of the two noted physicians.

The harrowing ordeal was over at last, and when the doctors returned home with their ward it was as a secret family no longer under threat of any kind.

“I’m so glad it’s over,” Lucy said, shaking out her bonnet before removing her cape.

“It’s not entirely behind us,” Benedict said, casting a glance at his friend and then back at Lucy. “There’s the matter of your disobedience to discuss.”

Lucy looked at them with wary surprise. “My disobedience? What do you mean?”

“You were told to stay in the parlor the night Stiles showed up. We were fortunate that he did not take you. But had things not turned tragic for Judge Bonham, then they could have turned even more tragic for you.”

“But they didn’t,” she objected.

“That’s beside the point,” Thomas said, removing his coat to purposefully roll up his sleeves. “You were told to stay put. You disobeyed. And what happens when you disobey us, Lucy?”

Lucy reflexively put her hands behind her as she began to back away, and then startled when she backed into Benedict, who held her fast as his friend sat down on the sofa and beckoned her over.

“Please don’t spank me,” she said fearfully. And she was indeed afraid. But she also felt the twinge of excitement that only heightened at the words Benedict whispered into her ear.

“I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter, sweet Lucy,” he said, and she shuddered as he handed her over to Thomas, who pulled her across his lap.

The midday fires had not yet been lit, and the air of the room was cool on her upturned bottom. But it wasn’t long before her bottom was heating up as the room filled with her cries of contrition.

Thomas was as methodical a disciplinarian as he was a lover, and his hand was unflagging as he targeted first the crests of her buttocks to thoroughly redden them before moving down to the soft, tender flesh just above her thighs.

Lucy thrashed her legs wildly as she bawled like the little girl she’d become to them. She was completely unaware that her kicking legs gave Benedict a full view of the pussy her guardians kept shaved, or that he could see how wet she was becoming despite the sting of the spanking.

Only when she went limp in complete submission did Thomas cease the torturous punishment and drop a soothing hand onto her throbbing bottom.

“There, there now,” he said, carefully righting her to cuddle in his lap. “All is forgiven.” He kissed her gently on her mouth.

“But I still don’t feel all is well,” she countered between hitching sobs as she charmingly wiped away tears.

“What will make it better?” he asked.

“Make love to me,” she said almost desperately. “Now that this ordeal is over, let this punishment mark a new phase for us. Let me begin anew feeling safe and completely yours. Take me… completely.”

Completely. She was asking for something they’d discussed, something that was to come. That morning before going to court, Benedict had reluctantly eased out the largest plug he and Thomas had been employing to stretch her bottom in preparation of taking her final virginity. She was ready, and was all but begging them to consummate this last stage of their sexual bond.

Benedict nodded to Thomas, who lifted Lucy in his arms. The three went upstairs to Benedict’s room. Lucy had never felt more loved than she did as the men undressed her together, kissing every inch of skin as it was bared. Thomas dropped between her legs as her pantalets were removed, burying his face between her legs to lap and nibble at her little clit until it was coaxed from beneath its fleshy hood. As he teased her there, Benedict laved her nipples with his tongue.

The first of many orgasms she’d have that day was so incredibly sweet. She was soaring, and her men were there to catch her when she crashed into a blissful vortex, and all too willing to push her back up to pleasure’s peak.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Thomas asked, his mouth hot in her ear. She nodded and he handed her over to Benedict, who would take her bottom first just as Thomas had taken her pussy.

He bent her over the bed, and she looked back to see him quickly divest himself of his clothing. Benedict’s cock was harder than she’d ever seen it, and as he worked it with his hand, Thomas stood beside her, dipping his finger in her pussy and rimming her bottom hole with her own natural juices, readying Lucy for his friend.

She was more nervous than she’d anticipated when she felt the head of Benedict’s cock press against her. But Lucy had dreamt of this moment, dreamt of this act of ultimate submission. She welcomed the pain, the stretching, the pleasure all mingled together as the force of his cock overwhelmed her. The deeper he sank into her, the more completely overwhelmed she felt, and when Thomas offered her his cock to suck once Benedict became fully seated in her bottom she was more than eager to accept him.

She was completely filled now, and Benedict pumped her pussy with his fingers as he began to move his cock in and out of her ass while Thomas gently thrust his in and out of her mouth. The sounds of their groans filled the room. They were separate but joined in this act of carnal bliss. Lucy could feel herself close to her ecstasy as her pussy rhythmically clutched Benedict’s fingers. She could feel him getting close, too, his cock throbbing and tightening in her bottom, the pressure keeping her on the razor’s edge of an intense orgasm.

And then it happened. She could feel her body shuddering from the epicenter of her contracting pussy as at the same moment she felt the flood of tribute of both men filling her with warmth. She pushed her bottom back toward Benedict as she swallowed Thomas’ seed in eager gulps, absorbing their essence, claiming them just as they’d claimed her.

Afterwards, they gently lifted her into bed with them and she fell asleep smiling as she watched the amber firelight, thinking of how happily fixed and suspended she was in this, the life of her choosing.

The End

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