Bus Crash

"Ah," sighed Harper. "Do you do drugs?"

"No!" exclaimed Dakota. "I swear I had no idea what Desmond was doing. That's the truth."

"What did you lie to your parents about?"

"My dating Desmond, sneaking out, other stuff like that."

"Dakota," interrupted Louis, "Dr. Massimo is ready to start. You might feel some pressure and tugging. It's all normal."

"Okay," said Dakota.

"How old are you Dakota?" asked Harper.

"Twenty-one."

"You're just a kid!" exclaimed Harper. "Hell child, we've all made our share of mistakes."

Dakota felt the pressure and tugging on her arm. "What's happening?"

"Dr. Massimo is stitching your arm," said Louis.

"So you bought the bus ticket, then what?" asked Harper, keeping Dakota's focus on her.

"The bus wasn't that full, but I still sat near the back away from everyone. We stopped and I used the bathroom. I almost stole some food from the trash can."

"Why?" asked Harper.

"I was starving and had no money. The kids hardly ate their food." Tears rolled down Dakota's face.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"I don't know. Maybe Monday or Tuesday."

Harper looked up at Louis and mouthed, "Five days?"

"Maybe six," mouthed Harper.

"Done," said Lincoln. "Louis, bandage her arm and get her off the table. Then we'll put it in a sling."

"Yes, Doctor."

Louis wrapped her arm, then he and Harper helped her off the table. Lincoln handed her a sling and said, "Put this on. You need to rest that arm. I would like to x-ray it, however, that will have to wait until tomorrow assuming the storm has passed. Plus, that swelling has to go down first."

"Thank you."

Lincoln looked at Louis. "Our guests are probably starving Louis."

"Yes, Master."

Lincoln handed Dakota three pills. "Take these."

"What are they?"

"Two are antibiotics. The last thing you need is an infection in that arm. One is a pain killer. But wait until you eat something or you'll just throw them up."

Harper sat next to Dakota as Lincoln put his bag away and Louis served everyone bowls of hot stew. Then he set a loaf of bread on the table and some butter.

"Eat up Dakota," Louis said, "Master will be displeased if you aren't eating."

Lincoln walked into the kitchen. "Is the food not to your liking Dakota?"

"No. It's fine."

"Then what?" asked Lincoln. His "Master" tone was back.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?"

Lincoln sat next to Dakota, reached over took her uninjured hand in his, and said, "I may a Dom and a doctor, but I'm not a bastard. Louis is my sub and my nurse. We have been lovers for years. But, I miss the company of women, which is why Harper is here. We are not animals. We are humans. Harper is an old friend. None of us will harm you. As to why we are helping you? Simple. You were hurt and needed our help. Now, eat my dear. You need to take your meds."

Dakota smiled as Lincoln released her hand. She grabbed a spoon and ate a bit of the stew. It was better than she expected. Louis took a slice of bread, spread some butter on it, and handed it to her. Dakota took the bread, dipped it in the stew and ate it. Harper, Lincoln, and Louis both ate and watched Dakota wolf down her food. Her bowl was empty before anyone else was a third of the way through.

"Would you like some more?" ask Lincoln.

Dakota looked around and realized she'd emptied her bowl before everyone else. "Um... I don't want to be greedy."

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Lincoln. "Louis always makes more than he should. He loves leftovers."

"They do make for good lunches," Louis said smiling.

"It was really good," said Dakota.

"Louis, our guest requires more stew."

Louis took Dakota's bowl and quickly refilled it, then handed her another slice of buttered bread. As before, Dakota ate the stew and bread hurried, finishing her second bowl before anyone had finished their first.

"Looks like she's got her appetite back," said Harper, smiling.

"More?" asked Lincoln.

"Please?" said Dakota.

Louis didn't need to be told, he snatched Dakota's bowl and returned it filled. He handed her a third slice of bread, then asked, "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Please," said Dakota.

"Give our guest some juice for now," said Lincoln. "She will need it for her medication and I don't want alcohol to affect her injuries."

"Yes, Master," said Louis.

Louis poured a glass of wine for Lincoln and Harper, and a glass of juice for Dakota and himself. Half way through her third bowl, Dakota took her medication and began to slow down. Lincoln and Louis had a second bowl, but Harper stopped at her first. Dakota had a fourth bowl that was only half full and bread, then stopped. It was clear she was finally full.

"Feeling better now hon?" asked Harper.

"Yeah," said Dakota, then yawned.

Lincoln smiled. "I think it's time Louis takes you to our guest room and put you to bed. In the morning, I'll have you call your parents and let them know you're still alive. If the phones are down, I'll take you to the local police station instead. That is after I take you to my clinic to x-ray that arm. Of course, you won't be leaving without a good meal in you."

"I don't know how to thank you," said Dakota, yawning again.

"Your healing is thanks enough for me," Lincoln said.

"Sleep well child," said Harper, kissing Dakota on the cheek.

It was now that Dakota took a good look at her host and his friend. They were a handsome couple, well dressed, and yet, they were so nice. They all stood and it was clear, Dakota was the shortest of the group. Louis put his arm around Dakota and escorted her from the kitchen and upstairs.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me," said Louis.

"How are my clothes doing?"

"I'll check on it after you're in bed. For now, you need to rest like Master says."

The entered the room together. Louis put Dakota into the bed and tucked her in. He blew out the candles and began to leave when Dakota cried out, "Don't!"

Louis stopped in the doorway. "Don't what?"

"Don't leave me," whined Dakota. "Stay until I'm asleep. Please. I'm scared."

Louis turned around and sat on the edge of Dakota's bed. "There's nothing to be scared of."

A clap of thunder shook the house causing Dakota to jump and cry out. "Please!"

Louis stroked her slightly damp hair and said, "I'll stay until you're asleep. I promise you're safe here."

"Will you lie down with me please?"

Louis sighed, then kicked off his shoes and snuggled into Dakota. He held Dakota close and stroked her hair until she drifted off to sleep. He felt her firm breast press against his chest as she drifted off to sleep, creating a longing to feel, touch, and suck on them. Once he was sure she was unconscious, he slipped out of the bed, grabbed his shoes, and stepped out of her room.

"Get lost?" asked Lincoln, standing across the hallway.

Louis jumped, then said, "She was scared and asked me to stay."

"Well then, I'm very proud of you Louis. Now, come downstairs and let's visit with our other guest."

~*~*~*~

Dakota was sitting on the bus, headed back home. Her arm was in the sling Lincoln had given her, and she ate the sandwich Louis made. She glanced out the window and saw the trees flying by them. She crinkled her brow. Weren't they going a little fast? She looked up and realized she was alone on the bus. Where was the driver? She stood up, walked toward the front of the bus when it slammed into a wall and Dakota flew forward.

Dakota sat up screaming. The room was dark and she was alone. Her arm ached, but otherwise she was fine. She crawled out of bed, padded out of the room and downstairs. The living room was dimly lit by the fire still burning in the fireplace and a few lit candles. She wandered over, feeling the heat all over her body.

"Trouble sleeping?"

Dakota turned to see Lincoln sitting alone on the couch wearing a deep red, silk robe. "Yeah. Something like that."

"Sit down child. Let's talk."

Slowly, Dakota walked over and sat on the far side of the couch, away from Lincoln. Outside, she could hear the rain still pour.

"I promise, I won't bite. Unless you want me to."

Dakota giggled. She remembered how she thought Louis was a vampire and perhaps Lincoln was one as well. "I don't know how to thank you."

"For what? Stitching your arm? Feeding you? Giving you a warm bed to sleep in for the night?"

"Yeah, and the bath."

"You look like you have a million questions running through your mind."

"I do."

"Feel free to ask anything you want."

"Were you really in the army?"

"Yes. It was a special program where they paid for my schooling and I gave them ten years. I did a few tours in the sandbox, um... I mean Iraq and Afghanistan. Then, I decided I wanted to come home and take care of the people of my community. I opened my clinic and moved into this house. The rest, as they say, is history."

"Are you gay?"

"No. I'm bisexual. Louis is my lover, my partner, and my friend. We enjoy an open relationship. He is allowed to bring a woman into our bed, but he rarely does. He lacks the confidence."

"How long have you two been... a couple?"

"Shortly after my return home. He was a patient. We got to talking, one thing led to another and we became a couple."

"How long have you been a Dom?"

"Years. Louis is the perfect sub. That is, once he was properly trained. I sent him to nursing school and gave him a job. He went from a scared kid to an amazing man. One thing I did teach Louis is we never turn away anyone who's injured or hurt. That's why he tended to you so quickly. He saw your injuries and knew what he must do."

"He did say you'd punish him if he didn't help me."

"He was right. I would have."

"How?"

"Excuse me?"

"How would you have punished Louis?"

Lincoln smiled. "I might spank him. Flog him. Deny him an orgasm. Make him watch me fuck other women. Women he would want to fuck. Really, it just would have depended on my mood and other factors."

Dakota swallowed hard. "That seems harsh."

"Not really. Louis knows what I am like and what can and will happen if he chooses to disobey me."

"I was afraid you'd punish him for my mess."

"You mean the mud in my carpets?

"Yeah."

"I was upset at first until he told me about you. When I saw your arm, I knew Louis had done everything he could have. Speaking of which, may I check your arm and head?"

"Um... sure."

Lincoln checked her head first and smiled. "This one isn't that bad. Louis did an excellent job." He unwrapped her arm and frowned. "Damn. I think you've got an infection."

"What? How?"

"It's red and I can feel heat. Let me check your temperature. I may want to give you a shot of antibiotics."

"Do you think it will help?"

"Yes, I do. Stay here."

Lincoln stood up and left the room. He returned with his black bag a moment later. He pulled out a syringe and a vial and set it on the coffee table. Then he took a small device and put it in her ear. "Fuck," he hissed.

"What?"

"You have a fever. I don't mean to sound like a perv, even though I am, but I need to check you over."

"Which means?"

"Take off your gown."

"NO!" snapped Dakota.

"Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk or a perv, you've got a fever and I need to see if you've got other injuries that are infected."

Dakota sighed, then stood up and removed her gown. Since her bra and panties were still with her clothes, she was naked underneath. Lincoln smiled as he examined her firm, young body. He fought the urge to suck her perky, little nipples as he made sure there were no other sites of infection.

"Looks like Louis did a good job patching you up overall. Okay, get dressed."

Dakota fumbled with her gown, then gave up, threw it on the floor, and sat back down. "See anything you liked?"

"A lot actually. I wish we were at my clinic, then I could do this with an IV. But this will have to do for now."

Lincoln filled the syringe with the clear liquid, the grabbed her arm and injected the fluid into her body. As he removed the needle from her arm, she asked, "Any quick remedies for a fever?"

"Well, my grandfather swore by the practice of sweating. Now, I don't need you further injuring that arm, but sex does cause one to sweat."

"So you want to fuck me?"

"Let's start with a nice blowjob first."

Dakota looked at him and blinked a few times. "But my arm."

"You lie back on the sofa and I'll do the rest."

"Okay."

Louis came running down the stairs, naked and clearly in a panic.

"Master! Master! She's gone! She's... oh. She's here."

"Louis, just in time," said Lincoln, "Dakota has a fever. It seems her arm is quite infected."

"What?" asked Louis, panic filled his face.

"To be honest Louis, I'm quite disappointed."

"Oh?" squeaked Louis.

"I should have checked it more closely before stitching her up. But that is on me. You, however, did an amazing job. Not a single one of her cuts shows any sign of infection, including her head injury."

"Excuse me?" asked Louis, sounding clearly confused.

Lincoln smiled. "You did an amazing job of patching this poor thing up."

"Hey!" snapped Dakota.

"I don't mean it like that dear. I just mean that I'm proud of Louis for doing a wonderful job. Considering the extent of your injuries, he had his work cut out for him."

"Really?" asked Louis.

"Really. Now, to aid in her recovery, I was going to make her sweat," explained Lincoln.

"You were?" asked Louis.

"Would you like to help?" asked Lincoln.

"Help, Master?"

"Yes, Louis, help heal her," said Lincoln.

"Yes, Master."

Lincoln slipped off his robe to reveal his firm, pale cock. "She will suck my cock. Why don't you taste her pussy?"

"Yes, Master," Louis replied.

Lincoln put the head of his cock to Dakota's mouth as Louis pushed her legs apart. She opened her mouth and let Lincoln's cock slip in. It was larger than any she had had before, but still semi soft. She felt Louis' tongue touch her labia causing her to shudder.

Dakota sucked Lincoln's cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She felt Louis probe her with his tongue, teasing her clit, and slipping two fingers into her pussy. She squirmed and moaned as her heart raced and sweat began to form on her skin.

"Yes Louis, get her nice and wet," moaned Lincoln. "I want to see you fuck her soon."

"Yes, Master," moaned Louis.

Dakota continued to suck Lincoln's cock as he fucked her mouth and Louis licked and sucked her pussy. It wasn't long before Louis stood up, spread her legs wide, and slid his slender cock into her pussy. Dakota moaned as she felt the penetration, realizing that Louis' cock was long but slimmer than Lincoln's. However, that difference didn't matter as she craved the cocks that were fucking her.

Louis began pounding her pussy with a fury as Lincoln fucked her mouth. "Now Louis," panted Lincoln, "when she comes... is when... you must... do it."

"Yes, Master," moaned Louis.

Dakota wondered what they were talking about, but pushed the thought out of her mind as she felt her orgasm grow closer. Louis pounded harder, reaching underneath her and slipping a finger into her ass. The sensation was too much and her orgasm raged through her body. Louis leaned over as he pumped her pussy, kissed her throat, then bit.

Dakota cried out even with Lincoln's cock still in her mouth. The blood filled Louis' mouth as he sucked and drank. 'He is a vampire,' Dakota thought as her heart raced and orgasm tore through her body.

Louis pounded her pussy and drank her blood. Lincoln pulled his cock from her mouth and said, "Give it to her!"

Louis pulled away from her throat, bit his wrist, then put it to her mouth. Without hesitation, Dakota began to suck and drink the salty fluid. A moment later Louis' cock pulsed as he filled her pussy with ropes of sticky cum. Her head spun with all the new sensations that filled her body and her new heightened senses.

Lincoln leaned over and began sucking from Dakota's neck where Louis had bit her. Dakota didn't know if she was going to explode or pass out, but she didn't care. Soon Louis' wrist was taken from her mouth and replaced with Lincoln's cock.

"Finish me off my love," Lincoln hissed, as he scratched his cock and causing a small trickle of blood leak out.

Dakota sucked the blood and soon had a mixture of blood and cum fill her mouth. The more she drank, the more her head spun. She wasn't sure if she was dying or becoming a vampire. She tried to look up, but everything was blurry and was quickly grown dark. The room seemed to start spinning and everything faded away until it all faded to black.

~*~*~*~

Dakota felt a chill across her body and heard a strange beeping sound. Her eyelids felt heavy and difficult to open. There was an antiseptic smell to the air and her body ached. She took a mental inventory, but couldn't move her left arm or her legs. She forced her eyes open and found herself in a dark room with strange lights and machines all around her. Her left arm appeared to be in a cast as did her right leg. Her head ached and she was confused.

A tall woman in blue hospital scrubs stepped in and smiled. "Welcome back," she said in a familiar voice.

"Wha-... wha-... where... where..."

"Take it easy hon," said the woman, "you're all right now. Dr. Massimo will be in shortly to check on you."

"Doc-... doc-..."

"Shhh," said the woman, "please hon, just relax."

Dakota was confused. Wasn't Massimo the name of the vampire who had made her suck his cock after he bit her neck? Nothing was making sense. The woman checked the machines then said, "Looks like everything is all right. Oh, and I'm Harper, your nurse. I'll page Dr. Massimo so he can have a look at you."

Harper left the room and Dakota thought back. 'Was it all a dream?' she thought. 'The storm? The crash? The house? The vampires?'

A few minutes later two men walked in. One was a tall, handsome man with black hair and deep blue eyes, the other was slightly shorter with short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. "Good evening Miss..." said the tall man looking at the chart in his hands, "Doe? Do you know your name Miss?"

"Da... ko... ta," she stuttered out.

"Dakota?" said the smaller man.

Dakota nodded.

"Dakota, I'm Dr. Massimo and this is my intern Dr. Ambrogino," said the tall man. "Do you know why you're here?"

Dakota shook her head, "No."

"You were in an accident," explained Dr. Massimo. "A bus crash if you will. You were thrown from a bus and fell down an embankment landing in a pool of water."

"EMTs found you face down in the water. They performed CPR on you so your chest and ribs will be sore for some time," said Dr. Ambrogino.

"Since you didn't have any identification on you," continued Dr. Massimo, "you've been Jane Doe for the last week now. Dakota, do you know your last name?"

Dakota thought for a moment, processing all that was told to her and realized the house, Louis, Lincoln, even Harper were just part of an oxygen deprived nightmare. She closed her eyes, then said, "Hay... s-s-s-s... tings," she whispered.

"Hastings?" asked Dr. Ambrogino.

Dakota nodded.

"Well, Miss Hastings, we'll let you rest now," said Dr. Massimo. "We'll also alert the authorities about your name and status. I'm sure your family is quite worried."

"Wa... wa... wait!" she cried.

"Yes, Miss Hastings?" said Dr. Massimo.

"What... what... ha... hap... hap..."

"What happened?" asked Dr. Ambrogino.

Dakota nodded.

"Your left arm and right leg are broken," began Dr. Massimo. "You've suffered a concussion. You drowned and were found unconscious and not breathing. Luckily the CPR the EMTs performed brought you back. We performed surgery to set your arm and leg and you've been unconscious for about a week now."

Dakota nodded her head and sighed. So much to process.