Chapter 11: Abigail -- How Do You Mend A Broken Heart?

It was mid-evening and the family was engaged in a variety of activities. Hannah and Carole were being soundly trounced at rubber bridge by Naomi and Patricia -- most unusual, as the younger pair were less experienced at the game.

Dora interjected, "Family, Friend Sam wishes to speak with you."

"Well put him through," instructed Carole.

"Evening folks, sorry to intrude, but the Ninja Twins are on their way over with something I think you'll want to read," the centurion began. "Randy just contacted me, and it seems we missed a raid on some EF bastards a few days ago. Even Lew and the department-that-doesn't-exist had no knowledge, because local authorities appealed directly to the local Confederacy office for help."

Sam was clearly and seriously pissed, "The assholes were holding several women of varying ages. They were raping and brutalizing them on a regular basis. Local law enforcement needs the victims available as witnesses, and afterwards, as I understand it, these victims will be offered the option of volunteering or becoming concubines as appropriate. For your family, participation would fall more in the line of volunteer work, or maybe 'additional duty' as opposed to your normal assignments."

At that point, Ki and Ko, as honorary Harem members, entered without requesting access and began handing out paper copies several pages deep. "We're here Papa Sam," Ki announced, as she handed around the documents.

Sam finished, "What you are about to read is a powerful story -- the diary of a young Jew being raped and brutalized. Leon Uris once wrote that Jews tend to write diaries that serve to condemn their oppressors -- you'll see."

Silence fell, punctuated by sniffling, sobs, and tears, as the family read the diary of Abigail Daniel, a young woman brutalized by her captors over an extended period. When everyone, including the youngsters, had finished reading, Patricia asked, "How can we help? I want to help!"

"With the exception of a few of your latest additions, your entire family has experience with this type of scenario -- on either side. Randy and I thought that you might want to 'foster' Abigail and one or two of the others, to show them how a real family can love and heal. Wadaya think?" Sam enquired.

"Of course!" "Hell yes" and similar spontaneous outbursts responded to his question.

"Abigail is sleeping now," Dora informed them. "We can plan and send someone to fetch her in the morning." And they did.

All the youngsters were excited, even the newest additions. Victor and Vicky, still shy about asserting themselves, were in the forefront. It took no rocket scientist to identify Patricia and Naomi as the delegation to visit Abigail. After all, they had been through the same type ordeal and survived to start to heal.

In the morning, the pair set off -- the family waiting on pins and needles. Two hours later, Naomi and Patricia returned, each holding a hand of a trembling girl in jeans and a red t-shirt. She tried to smile, but a few tears leaked.

For the family, it was love at first sight. She was promptly greeted by Baby rubbing and mewling until Abigail stooped and raised the now happy cat to bury her face in Baby's fur. That introduction accomplished, Abigail was greeted in turn by Eminence and the remaining family members.

The morning was spent in visiting, telling stories, and fixing individuals' identities in Abigail's awareness. That afternoon, Abigail sat in on a rescue mission planning session. Her eyes widened at the vengeance to be visited on yet another cell of Earth Firsters -- even more so at the venom and glee evident in every word and nuance. She started to contribute, sometimes only a word or two, but her insights from yet another group of bozos proved valuable to the planning.

The evening meal was a raucous affair at the nearest dining hall. Hannah and Dora were in another contest to tell the worst pun, while some of the others were playing a loud and complicated word game involving fake dictionary entries. Naomi and Patricia kept Abigail firmly wedged between them while sparring with other family in yet another game. Other occupants, accustomed to a certain degree of rowdy from this group, nevertheless used frowns or smiles to demonstrate their approval or not.

Upon their return to quarters, more stories were told about family life and adventures. Soon the evening began to wind down, and it was Naomi who took Abigail in hand and led her to a love seat. The young pregnant teen was driven by her hormones and love for Michael, "Abigail, tonight is my turn with Michael, and there is no way I'm going to miss it, but you have no obligation, no need to participate, no obligation to watch, and no need to fear."

Then she added earnestly, "But you can ask Patricia on this, my healing began the night I crawled into bed with Michael and his wives. Nothing happened other than warmth, love, and sleep. Later, they gave us both the blessing of restoring our cherries, and I was able to give mine back in a loving way that helps me fight the nightmares from the brutal way I was taken."

She hugged Abigail and continued, "You have options tonight, all risk free. You can sleep alone in your own room -- I don't recommend that. You can join the kids in theirs, you can invite some of us, or the option I recommend, you can join the puppy pile. If you want, I'll come snuggle after I have my time with Michael. I love him, and on top of that, I really, really need to get my rocks off. You should watch and see what great sex is all about."

She looked over at Patricia, who was watching and listening, "PittyPat, help Abigail get adjusted, will you?" And she walked over to Michael and tugged him into the large bedroom.

By ones, twos, and threes, the family prepared for the night and drifted onto the large bedroom. Patricia stripped, threw her clothes to the recycler, and pulled Abigail towards the door. Abigail resisted for a moment in order to strip to panties and t-shirt, then allowed herself to be pulled into large room with a wall-to-wall bed.

During her captivity, she and the other captives, having no clothes, usually slept naked, clustered together for warmth. Sometimes, others would engage in sex stuff, but not Abigail. On the other hand, she was no longer body shy, nor embarrassed to see other women nude -- even cuddled together. She looked around.

The Nerds were off to the side with their new man, and several of Michael's ladies were sitting cross legged in a circle watching him with Naomi. Patricia whispered in explanation, "We all love Michael, and he loves us all. His original ladies hold a special love, and us sister-wives are all bound together with him -- tight! -- and to our companions, too. It's almost mysterious the way we feel."

She smiled and continued, "Dora says that AIs frequently use nanites to help the bonding process between sponsors and their concubines, but that Michael's original contract was worded so that anything like that would be undue influence or coercion, so it really is mysterious. You do realize that Dora is a person? She is our sister-wife, too." She confidently shared the family's secret.

She reached up and took Abigail's face between her hands and gently turned her to look into her eyes. "Naomi? Naomi is special -- special. She loves Michael heart and soul, Juliet to Romeo love, Sonnets From The Portuguese love, and without him, we are all certain she would die. In return, she has become Michael's heart. Watch them!" Patricia commanded, and guided Abigail's view back to the couple she had described."

The two lay facing one another but not touching. They were whispering and occasionally reaching over to caress a face or breast or arm. Suddenly, Naomi was straddling Michael, kissing him in hunger, then mewling out her need. He tried to gentle her, but she was not to be denied, and she lifted to impale herself on his rampant cock.

Watching Naomi posting, only pausing briefly to lean forward and hungrily seek Michael's lips, Abigail felt a deep warmth and need that was totally new and unfamiliar to her. 'No!' she rebuked herself, 'you are NOT ready for that.' She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them to watch some more.

She was so engaged, that she barely noticed when Victor and Vicky moved over and sat on either side of her and Patricia. That pair, still coming to grips with their integration into their new, accepting, and loving family, nevertheless overcame their shyness in their desire to help Abigail.

Patricia whispered softly into her ear, "you can have your hymen back; you can have a first good time; you can be loved." Then she squeezed Abigail to her.

In front of them, Naomi had clearly passed through her first orgasm and was riding madly for another. When she reached her second release and collapsed on Michael's chest, he turned her over and slid down between her thighs. "Yeess," she wailed as his lips and tongue found her sex and went to work.

Naomi's hips bucked as he worked on her prominent clit and swollen lips. She howled out her pleasure as she exploded on his mouth, and transitioned into yet another climax.

Michael let her relax for a time, then worked his way to her beautiful titties, kissing and licking along the way. Her little buds were standing at attention, following the example of her still erect clitoris. Michael teased her, nipping, sucking, kissing, tugging, licking her twin cupcakes until she exploded yet again.

Only then did Michael move up to ask softly, "Enough, little love?"

Hearing, "Almost," he nibbled on her lips, then engaged his own passion. Michael looked deep into her eyes, then when she nodded, almost raped her mouth with his tongue. Naomi reached down, slotted his rod to her sheath, then grabbed his butt and pulled -- hard. Michael entered that hot, wet, slippery tunnel and began loving her once again. He matched his thrusts to her need, and as her passion rose yet one more time, he picked up the pace until he exploded into her and pushed her over the edge.

Michael kissed the tip of her nose and rolled so that the small, dusky woman was cuddled to his side. Patricia whispered to Abigail, "Naomi was hurt -- EXACTLY like you! You can have your hymen back; you can have a first good time; you can be loved."

Abigail, finally having a glimmer of hope, started to believe. She moved from Patricia's arms, removed her panties and shirt, and leaning back again, said softly, "Thank you. It's not now, but I'm starting to feel. Can we sleep now?"

Naomi, slipping away from her post coital cuddle with Michael, found the four teens snugged together, spooned with Vicky and Victor on the outside. She lay down, snuggled her butt up to Vicky and promptly fell asleep.

Abigail, surrounded by naked bodies, awoke with feelings of déjà vu and fear. Patricia was spooned to her back, and she lay curled against Vicky, who spooned Naomi. As she came aware, she realized she was safe, and repeated to herself Patricia's promise: 'I can have my hymen back; I can have a first good time; I can be loved.'

Abigail looked around and saw Michael bracketed by Rachel and Cathleen. The small shape they sometimes called their 'Pixie' lay face down on him. There was a movement, and she recognized Baby moving to a new position between Cathleen's boobs. Possibilities reaffirmed themselves.

The rest of her cuddle-bunch woke within a few moments and dragged Abigail off to the shower where she was amazed at its size, multiple shower heads, and-oh-my-gosh so much hot water! Between the them, there was minimal hanky-panky, though they did wash each other's hair and backs, almost in a daisy chain.

Naomi turned to Abigail while Patricia was washing her hair, "Whether you join our family or not, you should ask Michael or Jimmy to give you your first good time. They are incredibly good and loving, and you have the family's permission. No one will ask you, but when you are ready, you have our permission to ask them."

"She has it right," said Dora, whose holo appeared sitting crossed legged at eye level.

The others almost needed to drag Abigail from the shower because of her enchantment with the amount and nature of the hot water sprays.

Abigail spent the day with various family members, watching weapons and physical combat training, participating in happy discussions, and even teasing Dora about playing Dora, the Explorer with the family's junior members.

As the small group broke up for the day, Abigail shyly approached Patricia and asked, "You said that I could have my cherry back, right? Who do I need to talk with to get that done?"

Patricia looked at the ceiling and asked, "Dora, I'm Civil Service. Am I allowed to authorize this, or must it be Michael as team head?"

Dora materialized in her usual posture and gleefully announced, "Abigail Daniel should report to the family med-tube for 'project cherry rejuvenation.'"

Patricia grabbed Abigail's hand and rushed her off for the next step in her recovery.

By evening, the whole family could see that Abigail had started her healing process. She might someday become a warrior princess like Patricia, or a healer like Naomi. That simply did not matter. More important -- it was clear that the family had claimed her, and that she knew it and had claimed them right back.

Papa Sam was quite pleased with himself.