Under The Influence

Kate just frowned at the grown and narrowed her eyes a bit. At least she would shut up now.
Kate continued to tend to Kestreel for a little while longer before setting up a palet on the floor beside the couch. She would have moved him to the bed and slept with him there but she didn't want to do anymore damage. Hopefully by tomorrow he would rouse from his drug-induced coma and pay the girl, getting her out of here. More than anything Kate just wanted their routine to go back to normal, even if it involved a man that fucked a little too hard and rarely, if ever, showed any emotion.

~ ~ ~

When Kate woke the next morning the TV was on, and Sasha seemed to be helping herself in the kitchen. Kate turned and groggily looked at Kestreel, and she sighed when she realized that his eyes were still closed. Looks like she had to bear with that woman for another few hours. Hopefully she'd leave off the snarky, degrading comments. Kate may have been trading Kestreel sex for her safety, but she still didn't think that she deserved to be treated the way that Sasha did. She wasn't a prostitute or some cheap slut. Kestreel treated her right, and it wasn't like she was flaunting around with a million other guys.

Slowly, Kate made her way into the kitchen. Sasha was digging through the cupboards and fridge like it was her place, and Kate crossed her arms. Why did this girl act so high and mightly, like she was God's great gift to the earth? And why did Kestreel have her in his phone in the first place? Kate secretly wondered if she had jealously issues; after all, Kestreel was a handsome, powerful man she had asked "what we don't have"... it made it sound like she had tried before.

Cocking her hip a bit, Kate asked, "can I help you with something? There isn't much in here right now, so it's slim pickings."
 
Sasha looked back at Kate and searched for a little while more before giving up. "Jeez... I wonder why does Kestreel keeps you here..." Muttered her as she left the kitchen. "You must be a beast on the bed... Or a really dirty slut." Said her as she returned to watch TV. With enough luck Kestreel woulf wake up in a couple of hours and once she got paid she could go have some proper breakfast.

"So, what do you do for Kestreel then? Because groceries obviously not."
 
Kate grabbed herself a bowl of stale cereal from the kitchen and followed Sasha back into the room. She scrunched her nose up a little at the question she asked and then looked at the subdued man on the couch. Hurry up already, Kestreel. I don't know how long I can go without ripping this girl's throat out.

"Why are you so interested in what I do for him?" Kate asked suspiciously. She was more and more convinced that the girl was only jealous, but then again, not every twenty-year-old wanted to fuck a powerfully built, rough Russian man nearly twice their age. Not that Sasha was anything like your average young adult, though.
Sasha just shrugged slightly and didn't say anything, just continued to stare at the TV. Kate surveyed her for a moment, noting her thin figure and lack of curves. She was just trying to piece it all together... Kestreel didn't like skinny girls, after all.
"What I do for him is really no one's business," Kate murmured, "also, how I fuck him is also none of your business. You did your work, and I hope he pays you nicely for it."
 
"Yeah, he sure will." Said Sasha, further ignoring Kate and watching the tv, bored and hoping Kestreel didn't took to much more to wake up. Wish granted! Kestreel moaned as he moved for the first time in hours. After a few minutes of getting back to reality, Kestreel began to slowly opening his eyes, blinded by the light and closing them again. "Mphf.... Sasha...." Muttered him.

"Oh, you're awake." Said Sasha getting up. "Money's on the trench-coat." Said Kestrel real slow. "Oh... mmmm... mmmm...." Muttered Sasha as she looked on the bloody jacket. Taking an envelope from inside, she checked the money in it and smiled brightly. "yeah... I think that will cover my expenses." Muttered Sasha. "Fine... Now get lost." Mumbled Kestreel. "Hey, no need to get defensive, little Russian." Replied Sasha gathering her things and finally leaving. "Fuck...." Muttered Kestreel again.

Trying to regain a solid conscience, the next thing that came to his mind was Kate. Odd, yet expected. "Kate... Kate princess, you there?"
 
Kate couldn't have been more happy to see the back of that girls skinny ass as she left. Kate would make sure to tell Kestreel never to ask for her services again. She would much rather have to sneak around the hospital system with him than face that brat again.
Soon the young girl returned to Kestreels side and smiled softly when she noticed that he was slowly beginning to regain consciousness again. His dark brown eyes glinted up at her and though they were enriched with pain and hurt she was glad to see that he was doing alright.

Slowly she sat down on the edge of the couch that his body didn't take up. Her fingers gingerly caressed his hard belly over the sheets, feeling the gauze that Sasha had taped against his wound. Kate was careful not to put too much pressure on him and her touch was more soothing than anything else

Slowly she leaned in and missed his chin, tasting the blood on him but doing it anyways. She was just so happy that he was alive and would pull through it. Without him, she was a slave with no master.
"you're okay," she whispered, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth, "that girl took out the bullets and stitched you up real good. You're going to be in pain though... Right now just rest and I will take good care of you. I promise."
 
Kestreel nodded slowly and took a deep breath. Then he relaxed again, knowing that his little slave was around made him feel more calm. Kestreel knew that with Kate around the house was going to be taken care of, and so was he. Taking less than five minutes to fall sleep again, Kestreel rested for almost five hours straight, waking up again late in the afternoon. The light was much less intense now, and after a few moans of pain, he was able to keep his eyes open now.

Seeing his apartment instead of seeing the hell was relieving. Never before did he had been so happy to wake up in that place. "Kate? Princess, I'm starving." Muttered him, hoping Kate was nearby, because he wasn't still able to get up or even look around too much.
 
She read his mind and immediately returned from the kitchen with a bowl of chicken broth in her hands. She didn't want to make him sick so she figured she should stay with some light meals until he stopped coughing up blood and was airflow stronger. She places the bowl on the table before rushing to the blinds and closing them, dimming the lights in the room as well. She didn't want to make Keatreel more sick than he already was.

In order to eat properly he had to sit up, ensuring he didn't choke and mess himself up even more. Kate helped him sitting underneath his head and shoulders and helping him to prop up against a pillow. She was happy to find that his cheeks were gaining colOur and his eyes didn't look nearly as vacant as before. He was coming back to hher and Kate smiled endearingly at him. Then she helped to spoon a few bits of the broth into his mouth. He tried to grab the spoon but Kate just shooed him away knowing that he would be too weak to lift it to his mouth.
After he ate a good half of the bowl Kate leaned in and pressed a warm, is kiss against his firm mouth. It was a little agressive but more relived than anythin. Clearly the small slave had been afraid for her master. "Thats good. You'll be up and about in no time. Better prepare myself." she winked playfully
 
Kestreel was to weak to react to her teasing, but for sure he would remember about it. In fact, he was beginning to think what to do with her in their next session. Feeling warmer and better, not only by the soup, but because those kisses his slave gave him were like small medicines too, Kestreel went back to rest. He may be a stubborn, but even he knew he had to rest if he wanted to keep doing his job... And raping his little Kate too. Still, there was something to take care of. "Kate... You need to..."

Kestreel cleared his throat softly and looked at her. "Tomorrow go to the Italian restaurant. Get the payment and buy... Whatever you need to take care of the house." Said Kestreel and proceed to fall sleep. Usually, Kestreel wouldn't had trusted anyone with something like that, but Kate feel closer than anybody, she knew who to talk to, what to ask for, where the keys of the car and the apartment were... That Sasha bitch had taken all the money Kestreel had in the house, the rest was stored in a bank box with the rest of his valuable belongings.

"Kate..." Muttered Kestreel opening his eyes again. ALmost forgot the most important part. The Godfather wouldn't give anyone the money... "If he speaks to you and you don't understand what is he saying... Reply: 'e ti dirò chi sei.' "
 
Kate took care of the apartment and Kestreel for the rest of the day, and when night feel, she curled up on the floor beside the couch then and listened to his heavy snoring. Every once and awhile he would start to gargle his own blood again, which is when Kate would lean his head to the side and allow it to drip out his nose and onto a space she had placed down.

The next morning, Kestreel seemed just as weak as he had been the day before. Kate lovingly spooned him some cereal, smiling when he took in as much as he could. Despite the fact that he was still physically weak, she could now begin to see the master she knew and loved behind those eyes. He had passion in them again... not only for her, but for his job and a will to get better. A new kind of respect for her master grew instead of Kate, and it warmed her belly significantly.

In the morning she carefully uncovered his body, beaten and bloody but still strong. She grabbed a bowl of clean water and a sponge and began to dab at his body, cleaning him off. Kestreel seemed to be enjoying it so Kate just continued to move down his body. When she reached his manhood she smiled because it was still at half mast. Amazing how, even after all these injuries and this weakness, his cock still managed to stand at attention in the morning.
Sorry big guy, she thought with a smile, you're going to have to wait a little bit. No way she was going to go down on him anytime soon. He needed to rest, not a harsh fucking.

As instructed, Kate went off to retrieve the money. She left Kestreel with his cellphone by his head and a glass of water, but he was sleeping when she shut the door behind her. Despite not having a valid license, Kate knew how to drive and got to the restaurant by noon. Sure enough, that old wrinkled man was sitting to the side. He looked at her briefly, clearly not expecting a woman to show up. Kate quickly approached him though, and showed him one of Kestreel's dog tags. She had taken it from his room, in fear that she wouldn't be able to communicate with the old man. He said something in Italian, and Kate mumbled awkwardly the phrase that Kestreel had taught her. She had been practicing it over in her head all night but it sounded stupid and awkward. Still, the man seemed to understand her words, and soon delivered her the envelope. Kate didn't even look at the contents, just stashed it in her pocket and rushed out into the parking lot.
 
Kestreel woke up unable to breath, coughing blood, staining the sofa and his clothes with it. It was much less than he remembered the day he stumbled into the apartment, that meant whatever was inside of him was healing real good. Something that was possible thanks to that little girl, his loyal slave, found not even a week ago... Kate. Sure without her he could have managed to call Sasha. But looking the way he looked, and probably already passed out for when she got to his place, she most assured would have dismissed the call and let him die.

Not that he could blame her, what ruled this world was money, and if kestrel died during the operation, her services would have gone unpaid, so no benefits for her. Taking a deep breath and calming again, Kestreel wondered where Kate could be. "Kate?" Muttered him. Well, she wasn't at the apartment, so most assured she would be claiming his money by now. She is a smart girl, she will manage it to get it, thought him, drifting into sleep again.
 
Kate had gone out for a little while, buying at least two hundred dollars worth in groceries as well as a few other things like cleaner and some soap for the dishwasher. In a way, she felt like a little housewife, doing her shopping for her doting husband at home. The thought made her snicker a little bit; meanwhile in reality, he was her reality, overbearing and dominating her with not a car in the world. Oh, how she adored him.

The young girl was pleasantly surprised that when she arrived home Kestreel was awake. He looked groggy and sick, but that was to be expected. Once again Kate drew the blinds closed and even helped him to get a new pillow and t-shirt on. After that she abandoned him to go and put the groceries away, stocking the countetops and the fridge with various things. She returned with a glass of milk for Kestreel, insisting that he drink it and get some vitamins into him. She helped him sit up a little more.

"How are you feeling, Kestreel?" she asked softly, helping to tip the milk into his mouth. She smiled softly, "you look a lot better, for sure. A lot of rest and some food will do you good."
 
Kestreel was now completely pleased with having a slave around. Sometimes, Kate behaved more like a wife, some others like a puppy, and, honestly, some other times like a begging slut. But he loved every one of those; How she took care of him and the apartment, how she looked cute and delicate and how she let herself do in bed. Kate was the most perfect woman to have around, to boss around, to please and to love.

"Doing fine, princess." Muttered Kestreel. "Groceries?" Asked Kestreel looking around. "Try to save money..." He did a small moan of pain as he tried to move. "I'm going to be out of commission for a while." Said him, letting Kate know there was not going to be income for almost an entire month. Sure Kestreel did have money stored in that bank box. But Every man has his secrets, and it wasn't he didn't wanted to share that money, it was because in that box there was something way more valuable than money for him.
 
"Don't worry," she whispered, pressing the cup to his lips again and making him drink a little bit more of the milk, "I'm smart about money, always have been. The food will last us a good couple of months."

Kate too had money stashed away somewhere, it was a just a matter of going back to Mark's friends and asking for it. He had always said if something had happened to him, half of his money was hers while the other half went to his six-year-old daughter across the country. Kate hadn't ever imagined tapping into that, she had left that life behind, but if they needed it she would certainly ask for it. Mark's friends had loved her and she knew that they would not deny her the right to it.

After he was finishing drinking the glass, Kate sat down on the floor beside the couch, propping her arms up on it and looking at Kestreel. He was getting weak again, she could tell. He would be sleeping a lot in the next little while.
She touched his belly, "I sure hope you got the asshole that this to you. I heard that there was a shooting at a local club, lots of people shot and a few drug dealers killed. That was my master, huh?"
 
Kestreel showed her that mild smile of his again. "Yes, princess..." He had to clear his throat again. "... No guilty walked out of there alive." Said Kestreel. He was paid to kill the drug dealers and whoever got in his way. The civilians and innocent people were always out of the deal, that way the police didn't put too much interest in the case and his tormented soul could sleep at night, knowing that whoever he had killed, deserved it. It wasn't like he thought he was God or something like that, but at least, knowing he wasn't a sadistic murderer, but just a weapon, made him feel a lot better.

"I think I need another rest now." Muttered him. "Let's leave the questions for another day, alright?" Kestreel gathered enough strength to rise his arm and gently caress Kate cheek, looking at her precious eyes before she closed them and fell asleep again.
 
~ ~ ~

About a week passed, and Kate grew more and more hopeful as her master began to regain his strength. Though he was by means at full capacity just yet, he was beginning to move around a bit, able to go to the bathroom on his own. He still slept for most of the day, and because it was closer to the toilet, he stayed on the couch. Like a good slave, Kate slept on the floor beside the couch each night, doting on him every second he was awake. She cleaned his sheets and his body, made sure he was fed and comfortable. She knew he was still in pain, but it showed less now in his movements and expressions.

One bright Monday morning, Kate ventured off while Kestreel, as usual, slept. She went to the pharmacy to buy some more body wash and some clean bandages for his wounds. As she drove home, though, she passed an intriguing looking little shop.

A very gay male greeted her at the front door, a wide and accepting smile on his face. Kate greeted him back and soon she was swept off into the land of the unknown. Without even really asking her what she looking for, the sex shop worker swiftly brought her to the area where the vibrators were kept. Apparently they were their "biggest sellers". Kate had no idea there were so many different types and sizes, speeds and colours! She laughed softly when he put one of the open models in her hands and turned it on. Oh lord, she was definitely going to have to bring Kestreel back here sometime. Everything looked so intriguing and exciting.

However, after she told the man, whose name was Gavin, what she wanted, she was quick to get what she needed. She paid and thanked him, taking the little black bag into the car and tossing it into the backseat.

She was actually glad that when she arrived home her master was still asleep on the couch. His blanket had been pushed down though exposing that massive and muscular chest, one side now covered with a strip of clean gauze. Kate pressed a kiss to his mouth before she escaped into the bathroom, washing up quickly in the shower before slipping on her new little purchase. It hadn't cost a lot, and she imagined that Kestreel wouldn't mind if it did, anyways.

Slowly Kate crept from the bathroom, drawing the blinds and turning off the television. She did turn up the lights a little bit though, making sure that her master could get a good appreciation for her new outfit - it consisted of a pair of red and white, crotchless panties, which framed her sex nicely. She had also purchased a little set of nipple covers, little tassels hanging off that Gavin had claimed her lover could tug on. Now that she had begun to fill out a little more, they sat nicely against her full bust. And last but not least, a little white nurses hat on top of her head, just to get the idea across.

Kate finally approached a sleeping Kestreel, and she leaned down to kiss his mouth with a little more passion. As his eyes groggily began to open, she grinned and whispered to him, "hello there, Mr. Kestreel. My name is Nurse Katelyn, but you can call me Katie, if you'd like."

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Kestreel slowly opened his eyes, and I swear, for a second he though he had died and was now in heaven. Staring up at Kate, Kestreel could see how her skinny body had been growing and now her robs could be barely seen, her hips had grown a little bit wider, and so did her breasts. Kestreel had been so passed out he hadn't noticed his little skinny slave was now a gorgeous looking woman bound to his orders, but still, with a few surprises every now and then that made Kestreel love her.

"Mmm... Nurse..." Muttered Kestreel, starting to feel funny. Maybe not enough to go fight some drug dealers and thugs in acid, but strong enough to take his slave girl for a ride to pleasure land. "Kate... I mean, Katelyn...." Kestreel was really bad at role playing. "... I think I have a problem ... " Muttered him as he placed his hand on her thigh and stroked it gently, noticing for the first time those panties showed him all her lady parts. "I..." He cleared his throat again. "I have a mild pain here..." He ran his fingers across his chest and stomach. "I was wondering if you could help me with that, nurse."

After being sleeping for almost a week, Kestreel was really talkative.
 
"Are you sure that is where it hurts?" she smiled, her voice a mere whisper.
Slowly she shifted so that she straddled his thighs. The lower part of his body was fine, as the bullets had hit him in the chest and the arm. She was careful though, not wanting to jostle him too much or break any of the stitches.

Carefully the young woman leaned down and pressed her lips to the area he had indicated. Her lips were soft and supple against his chest, dragging against it sensually. She could feel his muscles begin to contract in pleasure underneath her tendering, and Kate grinned slightly at this.

"Don't worry," she whispered, meeting his eyes and shimmying her hips a little bit, "I'll take really good care of you, I promise."

She could feel his cock beginning to rise underneath the blankets and soon she sat up, pulling back the clean sheets and revealing him to her. Oh, she had missed that big bulge of flesh so dearly. Because it hadn't gotten much attention in the last week or so, the veins were bulging on the sides and his balls were a little dark in colour. Kate smiled, glad that she would be taking care of that today. Kestreel deserved it and maybe it would give him some motivation to get up and moving again.

"Oh," she grinned, "what do we have here? Kestreel, honey, your cock is looking a little... swollen today... I'm not quite sure what we're going to do about that."
 
Kestreel just looked at all her teasing, enjoying her love and how she took care of his demands. This was one of the things he had missed the most. That, and being able to swallow something different than his own blood. "Well... Katelyn..." Muttered him as he moved his uninjured arm towards her pussy and caressed the pubic hair in it. God he missed that hairy touch.... "You are the nurse..." Kept muttering him, gently touching her female parts with his fingers, still a little bit lazy because of his state, but sure eager to take her. "I'm sure whatever you do to appease it will be fine."

His fingers got too playful, and he had to slow down because he wanted to enjoy her, not to simply fuck her. His hand parted from his pussy and traveled all across those new and more curvaceous hips, feeling them in his hands and massaging her. He was going to have a lot of fun with those hips from now on.
 
Kate smiled softly as he touched her. She was already beginning to get wet and she didn't want to waste a lot of time. Her sole purpose here was to pleasure Kestreel that was what she intended to do tonight. His dick was already beginning to pulsate underneath her touch, and she gingerly began to stroke it up and down the sides. She quickly removed one hand though and began to rub her clit, getting herself wetter. She began that familiar grind on his leg, too, wetting his skin with her womanly fluid.

She let out a faint moan and tended to the tip of his cock, drawing small circles on it and smiling as it jumped against her fingertips. She picked up her speed around her clit as well, moaning a little louder.

"Just give me a moment to prepare, and we still s-start treatment... right away," she breathed softly.
Within thirty seconds she could feel that she was getting very wet. With a devlish smile she rotates around so that her ass was pointing towards his face. And then she took his large, thick cock deep inside of her, moaning slightly as she pressed down and took him inside. She was tight all over again, and his size was a little startling, but she lowered herself until her bottom sat on his abdomen.
 
Kestreel let out a breath and as Kate took his member into her pussy, he put his hands on her ass-cheeks and began to touch them. Even her ass had grown a little bit. A good feeding and no drugs had done that. Another reason Kestreel was against drugs. Enjoying that wet feeling of her insides he almost forgot about, he separated a tiny bit her ass to reveal him her asshole, and recalling how fun they had before, he began to toy with it, caressing it, taking smooth care of it. Now there wasn't lubricant in there, so inserting anything in there would cause just pain, and he didn't wanted that.

"Mmmmm..." Muttered Kestreel, moving his hands to her hips and again to her ass, groping her skin and lovely curves.
 
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