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with. Master grabbed the man and, with the help of another, dragged him
from the room. We could hear them struggling with him and Master
screaming. The front door slammed.
Qhan said something soft to Mark, and Mark let him carry me over to
the bed. He rolled me onto my side. I laid my head in Mark s lap, and he
stroked my hair and whispered to me, trying to soothe me. Qhan made a
tsking noise. A moment later he was gently washing my violated ass with
warm water. His tender, kind treatment made me cry even harder.
I don t know when the vet was called, but around dawn he arrived and
checked me there in the bed, where I d lain with Mark s comforting arms
around me since Qhan put me there. Qhan asked him something. The vet
sighed and nodded.
I cried harder. I didn t need a translation.
 Shh, it s okay, baby. You didn t do anything wrong.
 I couldn t fight him. He grabbed me by the neck and dragged me in. He
put his hand over my mouth. I thought he was just going to fuck me and
then&  I couldn t continue.
Mark translated as the vet looked at my bruises. He had something I
guessed was a camera and photographed the bruises.
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I wanted Master and told Mark that.
 He ll be back soon. He s taking care of this. He s outside with the
law.
A few minutes later, Master did reappear. After a quick consult with the
vet, he looked even more upset.
Then he walked over to the bed, and the sad look returned.  Dolmo,
Kal, he said, his voice choked. He took me from Mark and cradled me to
his chest, kissing my bruised mouth where the straps had left my flesh raw.
 Dolmo. Love Kal.
I cried harder, holding on to him.
He picked me up and carried me outside the front door. Mark, the vet,
and Qhan followed us. They d amassed quite a turn-out. The bastard was
trussed, bare from the waist up, to the back of an official-looking vehicle.
Three stony-faced men in uniforms stood there. From the sidearms they
wore, I assumed they were the police.
The man was begging, pleading, struggling against his bonds. One of
the officers slugged him, and dazed, he fell still. Master handed me over to
Qhan, who cradled me in his arms while Mark still stroked my hair. Master
walked over to the officers with the vet and said something.
Mark whispered,  He s demanding immediate justice. For your attack,
rape, and breeding.
The officers listened to Master, nodding. One of them injected the
perpetrator with something and asked him a question.
He nodded.
 That s like a truth serum, Mark said.  He just confessed.
Master spit on the man and held his hand out to one of the officers. They
handed him something that looked like a lash. Master walked over to me,
kissing me and murmuring he loved me and how sorry he was. Then he
returned to the prisoner and savagely flayed him as the man writhed and
screamed. I didn t want to look, but I couldn t help it.
I lost count of the lashes, but when Master finished, he was breathing
heavy, sweating, and handed the lash back to the officer and said something
else. The man s back was a bloody mess.
 Fifty lashes, Mark said,  Ten for the attack, forty for the rape.
Master held out his hand again and one of the officers gave him a
sidearm.
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The man frantically started babbling as Master stepped up to him and
pressed the muzzle between his eyes.
Mark translated what one of the officers said.  As dictated by
Algonquan law, swift justice and retribution is hereby carried out for the
attack, rape, and breeding of the owner s pet. For unlawful breeding of
another s pet during a rape, death.
Master fired.
* * * *
I didn t want to see anything else. I felt myself being transferred to
Master s arms, his lips once again trying to soothe mine as he carried me
through the house to his bed. He climbed in with me, softly speaking to
Mark as he also climbed in, and together they held me while I cried.
I felt weak and worthless. I wanted to check out for a while, so when
Mark asked if I wanted something to help me sleep, I nodded and welcomed
the sting of the vet s hypo.
I awoke late that afternoon still wrapped in Master s arms. He and Mark
had been softly talking, and Mark held one of my hands in his.
 Hey, baby, he whispered when he realized I was awake. He leaned in
and kissed me.  Welcome back.
 Did they take it out of me? I asked.  I don t want it in me. I want it
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