The further adventures of Girl and Martin, from 'A present from mother'

Martin was really enjoying Girl’s company.

There was only one ‘quirk’…

Every now and again, Girl would try to ‘break free’ from her training, for no apparent reason; when she did, she would rip off all her clothing, then try to find some ‘normal’ clothes to wear.

It was amazing to watch; her naked silently cursing form throwing itself about the room. She would eventually calm down, and sob quietly as Martin hugged her.

Martin himself was very understanding, but they were fast running out of clothes for her…

Girl cried on Martin’s shoulder. The trauma was taking its toll. She was getting a rough ride…

Martin just hugged her, stroking her hair. Then, he handed her a tablet.

“This has been designed specifically for you”, he said. “You can tell me your story, by typing it on here. We might be able to find a way to help your journey from here on…”

Girl’s mouth opened wide in amazement. No-one had actually encouraged her to communicate before…!

“My real name is Portia”, she typed. “Pleased to meet you.”

Martin curled up next to her, fascinated, as she continued.

“I was born in Paris, France. I had the typical life of any girl, right up until I tried to get into university. Problem was, I’d got two A’s and a B+, instead of three A’s, in the exams required to get into the university my stepfather wanted me to go to. As there was a large number of candidates that year, I was rejected.”

She paused, sniffing, trying not to cry.

“My stepfather lost it. He raged, shouted, then slapped me, hard, knocking me out. I woke up locked in a thick sack, wrapped into a ball with my head sticking out, on the doorstep of a gothic looking building. He had literally thrown me out, like trash, and dumped me at a brothel.”

“One of the maids working there came out and found me and fetched her mistress. She said that as I was used to being tied up and put in bondage, I must be meant for training as a slave girl.”

“It was a real culture shock”, she continued. “From the finest dresses one day to literal rags the next. Every time I tried to do anything to complain or improve things they whipped me or hit me. Oh, by the way, you wouldn’t have liked me at all as I was before, as Portia. I was a really precocious snob. If it wasn’t for the mood swings, I’d almost prefer to be Girl. In fact, I do prefer to be Girl. Please keep calling me that.”

“Are you sure?”, Martin said, concerned. “Surely you want to have your identity back.”

“No”, she typed. “I prefer to be who I am now, apart from not being able to talk…”

She stopped for a minute, and sniffled…

Martin hugged her as she cried…

Next day, Martin put Girl into his car with him. Another shock, she’d never been allowed out before.

She was terrified. Being out was giving her a form of agoraphobia; slaves weren’t supposed to be out in public…!

She reached for her clothes again, going into full panic mode.

Martin stopped the car. He leaned over and kissed her. “Trust me…”

Girl was still agitated, but she calmed down, gradually.

She then nuzzled Martin back. He chuckled, quietly.

“Not now, love. If I give in to you, we’ll never get where we’re going, and it’s really important for you…”

Girl held Martin’s hand tightly as they walked into the hospital, and headed through to one of the specialist units, handling throat cancer.

“Dr. Peterson, a pleasure to meet you at last”, Martin said. “This is Girl.”

Heather Peterson came over to meet Martin.

“Mr Bryant! Oh, we are so grateful for your massive donation. Anything I can do to help, just ask. Hello, Girl! Pleased to meet you, too…”

Her voice trailed off, as girl lowered her hood and unzipped the top of her jacket, exposing her face.

“Oh my god…! What the hell…! What butcher has done that to you…?”

Heather literally cried there and then, examining Girl from all sides.

“Teeth too…! Can you speak at all?”

Girl shook her head, then showed Heather her tablet.

“Martin bought me this”, she typed. “Please, what am I doing here? It’s all I can do not to run away.”

“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise”, said Heather, “but please calm down, it’s a nice one. There’s a lot of work been going on here, especially for you. It’s taken ages to get the right samples together.”

Heather held her hand out to Girl.

“Please, come with me.”

“Not unless Martin comes too”, she typed.

The three walked deeper into the unit.

“Keys, please”, Heather asked.

Martin took out the key for Girl’s collar.

The result was like nothing they had expected. Girl screamed silently, then started backing away, crying…

Her hand shaking, she typed “You’re getting rid of me! What have I done wrong??”

“Heather, let me unlock her collar”, Martin said. “She thinks I’m giving her to you.”

He turned to Girl.

“Please, Girl, calm down!”, he said, reassuringly. “I’m trying to help you.”

After a lot of persuading, Girl let Martin close, and he unlocked her collar and removed it. Girl immediately put a hand up to her neck; her neck muscles were quite weak from disuse, and the cramps had hit straight away.

Heather walked over with a beautiful new collar. It was made from transparent plastic, with a thick metal edge, so more of Girl’s neck was clearly visible. There was also a small box with electronics in it, and a fitting that went through the hole in Girl’s neck…

“As you managed to get her mouth open, you don’t need the neck hole to feed her anymore”, Heather said. “I’ve found another use for it.”

“Eventually”, she continued, “the electronics for this will be small enough that it can be implanted. Until then, especially as ‘Girl’ is used to wearing a collar, this will work.”

Holding an ultrasound scanner against Girl’s neck, she tried to locate the right point. She smiled.

“Got it.”

She pushed the collar’s spike into the hole in Girl’s neck, then twisted. Girl twitched as it latched on. She then shut the new collar round Girl’s neck.

“What have….”, Girl said. Her eyes widened. “I can speak…!”

“Yep”, said Heather, smiling.

Girl just dissolved in a heap…

“All you need to do now is get her a set of dentures or implants, and sort her lips out”, Heather continued. “Then she’ll be almost back to normal.”

Girl hugged Heather.

“Don’t thank me, thank Martin. He paid for it. His donation made this all possible, bot just for you but many people.”

Girl kissed and hugged Martin, and they both hugged Heather…

“One other thing”, said Martin. “Where’s a mirror?”

Martin showed Girl her new collar. ‘Girl’ was engraved on the cover of the box.

“Do you like your new nametag?”, Martin asked.

Girl cried with delight…

Later, Martin was very thankful that the collar had some padding on it. Girl was very grateful in bed later…