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bastard had given her were all on the torso.  He had literally cut off pieces of her flesh on her stomach and sides.  He had been ready to take off her breasts but ran out of time before having to get ready for the black tie slave auction.
    John had found her on a stainless steel table like those used for butchering, her blood draining out of her from huge swaths of her belly that had been cut off.  He had wrapped her in some towels he found, picked her up and ran her back to their car.  Luckily the auction had started and no one was watching the back door to the castle.
    They had radioed for a helicopter once they were away from the fortress.  John held Sofia in his arms and could feel her life slipping away.  Only once did she open her eyes and he thought he saw recognition in them.  After that she had begun to rally a little.
    Several hours later, she made it to the hospital.  The doctors told them that she didn’t have a good prognosis.  The wounds were large and they were showing the first signs of infection.  Evidently the bastard had used a dull and dirty knife on her. 
    But she survived. 

Chapter 3
    Once the infection was treated, she ended up having several surgeries for skin grafts.  They had healed nicely, but she still felt residual pain from the wounds.  He had killed a lot of nerve endings that were trying to grow back.  Unfortunately that growth was agonizing.  The doctors didn’t know when it might end, if it would end at all.
    “I don’t like it when you cry,” Dom told her honestly.  “John let’s see if there is something we can do to help her forget the pain.”
    “There’s nothing you can – ” she began.
    She gasped.  Dom’s thick fingers had found her clit.  It was still working wonderfully.  She moaned as he worked her gently at first but more boldly as she reacted to him.  His cock hardened at how responsive she was to their slightest touch.
    Dom laid his lips against hers softly.  He spread light, gentle kisses all over her face, whispering to her about how strong she was and how much they had missed her.  He told her how they had been so scared of losing her, but they should have known better.  She couldn’t leave them, like they couldn’t leave her.
    As the two of them kissed, John rained kisses down her back.  His fingers took over from Dom’s.  He entered Sofia from behind, burying his calloused fingers inside her, causing her to cry out.  Dom swallowed her cry as he kissed her.  John leisurely moved in and out of her, letting her wetness and passion build slowly.  He passed over her swollen clit several times, giving her a taste of sexual hunger.
    They kept her on the cusp of orgasm for hours it seemed to her.  The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable.  Soon John began to move his fingers faster and rubbed hard on her clit.  Yet she didn’t come.
    John and Dom looked at one another.  She was making all the noises of a woman about to climax but she didn’t.  Dom lowered his mouth to her nipples.  He sucked hard on them, trying to push her over the edge.  Still she didn’t come.
    It finally dawned on John what was going on.
    “Kitten,” he began in a whisper.  “Come for us.”
    She finally let out a scream as her body plunged into a heated pool of ecstasy.  She threw her head back, arched her back and cried out in pain and pleasure.  Her stomach hurt but the desire softened the pain.
    John could feel her muscles clench down on his fingers.  Christ he wished he could be inside her right then.  He groaned as his dick grew even harder from witnessing her orgasm.  Dom grabbed her exposed neck and tightened his grip.  She gasped.  After several long seconds, he let go.  The oxygenated blood he had denied her rushed to her head and extended her climax even longer.
    “Oh god!” she cried out.  It took awhile for her body to calm back down.  The pain was a dull ache but the satisfaction from the orgasm tempered it even more.