Isabel II - RavageMoi

Wednesday, January 5, 2023, 12:04PM.

When Isabel woke up, it was already past noon. She felt sore everywhere in her body. Her muscles were stiff and tired, the insides of her cunt and ass felt like they were still on fire, as did a burning sensation on her pubic mound, but there was a deep and pulsating ache in her breasts that was the worst of all.

She looked around the room she was in. It was dark, all the shades were closed, letting in only small strips of light that barely illuminated the space. There was a TV set across the room, behind a table. There were some cabinets next to it and a large plant in a pot. It looked like this was someone’s living room. She had no recollection of getting there or going to sleep. When she yawned, her lips hurt. She immediately brought the tips of her fingers to her mouth to find that her lips were very swollen and sore to the touch. A further move of her hand up to the top of her head revealed that her hair was damp, wet even.

She moaned and pulled down the blanket and sheet she was under, only to find that she was completely naked, except for several bandages on and around her body. She felt like she had to pee, so she sat up, ready to leave the couch, when Master O’s voice rang through the room.

“Awake, are we?” he asked. Isabel looked behind her to her right side, where the voice came from. When she turned, she saw Master O sitting at a small desk behind a laptop. Instinctively, she pulled the sheet up to her chin, only to let it drop again once she realized it was him.

“I’ll pull up the light some more,” he said before getting up from his chair and turning a knob on the wall that increased the intensity of the light in the room.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. Isabel didn’t know what to say. Everything hurt like she had just been ran over by a truck. “Ugh, I don’t know,” she stammered. “What day is it?”

Master O laughed. “It’s Wednesday,” he enlightened her, “just past 12.”

Isabel panicked slightly. Wednesday, that meant more than a complete day had passed since she went to Master M’s. When she turned to get up, Master O rushed to her aid, only to find that she was able to stand up again by herself.

“That seems to be better than before,” he noted.

“What do you mean?” Isabel wondered, slightly surprised and amused by the old man’s dash forward.

“Yesterday I had to carry you to the bathroom, because you couldn’t walk,” he said. “You probably don’t remember any of it.”

It was true. Isabel had no recollection of the past 24 hours. The day before that, was a blur as well. She remembered collapsing on the cold tiled floor at the butchery. After that, nothing. She remembered being hosed down by Master O and towels being wrapped around her. After that, nothing again. She remembered being put on a mattress in the back of a van. And she remembered waking up just moments ago.

“How did I shower?” she wondered out loud.

“You didn’t.” Master O said. “I bathed you and bandaged your wounds.”

Isabel didn’t say anything, but intended to thank him. She thought it was kind of sweet how he took care of her, especially since it was such a stark contrast with what she asked him to do with her just the other day.

“I have to pee,”  Isabel said.

“Come, slowly. I’ll show you.”

Isabel took small steps with her aching body and followed Master O through the living room, past a spacious kitchen to a small hallway that featured big windows on the right side that looked out on a wide garden that was empty and earthy at this time of year. The bathroom was through the second door on the left. Master O turned on the lights and pointed to a low table in the corner, next to a cabinet filled with towels and toilet paper. “Your backpack and clothes are there,” he said. “If you need any help, just yell. I’ll help you clean your wounds.”

“Where’s my phone?”

“Everything’s in your bag,” Master O replied as he turned around and got ready to leave the bathroom. “Don’t take a shower yet. I have something to ask you over lunch. But do check your phone, I charged it overnight. You have a few messages again today, I think,” he added before he closed the door behind him.

“Shit! Ella!” Isabel thought.

When she checked her phone, there were fifteen new messages and three missed calls. She slightly panicked, but calmed down a little when she saw that the calls only came from Ella and none of the messages were from people she was afraid to miss messages from. She was surprised to find that there was even a message from late last night that she apparently sent back to Ella saying she was tired and was going to sleep. She immediately called Ella back to apologize for not returning any of her messages yet today and to reassure her friend that she was fine and would be coming back later in the day. Isabel was glad that Ella didn’t really grill her. She was sure that she would have a million questions tonight.

Turning to one of the big mirrors in the bathroom, Isabel realized she had to make up an excuse for her swollen lips. She traced the outline of her mouth and found that her upper lip was more swollen than the bottom one. The tissue felt a little sore all around and she could clearly see the small, round red dots that were the silent witnesses of her recent adventures that she would not be able to hide. It was a chance she had to take and a sacrifice she had to make, because the video had to have all the elements of the inspirational drawing.

When she took off the bandages and incontinence underwear to sit down on the toilet, she realized once again how stiff and sore she was. Most of her wounds had stopped bleeding, but Isabel gasped when she saw how bruised and damaged her tits were. And the inside of her cunt was as sore again as the day after Fraulein Stahl. One sensation was completely new to her and it was a strange and painful feeling: peeing burned like hell.