The Good Smarten

It was a spring day, the rains had stopped and the snow in the mountains had begun to melt. It was my first walk in months. I took one of my favorite hikes following Swift Creek up the mountain north of Silver Lake. The trail was only about two miles south of the Canadian border. About a mile up the trail I heard a weak cry for help. When I investigated the sound, I found a woman hanging onto a log about six feet from the creek edge. I put down my backpack and waded in the water and started to pull her out and she screamed in pain. I could see that one of her ankles was pointed in an odd direction and was likely injured. I squatted down in the very cold water and asked her to put her arms around my neck and when I lifted her I put my arms under her legs. I got her out of the water piggyback style and sat her on a rock.

She was short in size a little over five feet and weighed about 120 pounds. She was still in a lot of pain. I went back and got my backpack that had a change of clothes in it. When I examined her ankle it was so swollen I could not take her shoe off without hurting her but she could move it slightly from side to side so I did not think it was broken. I had some duct tape in my pack and taped up her leg and swollen ankle to her shoe to prevent it from moving. I took out the change of clothes and asked her to take her top off and put on my dry hooded sweatshirt. I involuntarily gasped at seeing her beautiful breasts. She was not wearing a bra. She did not say anything or looked at me fearfully. Because of her taped foot she could not remove her pants. So I removed all of my wet clothes and put on just my sweatpants from the backpack. She was still cold and shivering so I rubbed her arms and chest to help warm her up. I asked her to put my backpack filled with our wet clothes on her back. I again picked her up piggyback style and carried her down to my car. All the way down the trail I could feel her breasts rubbing on my naked back.

I offered to take her to the nearest hospital but she said, no please don't. She then started to tell me her story. She was illegally crossing the border from Canada into the US with a friend. Because they were both illegal they stayed on the forest trails. When they came to the stream they tried to cross it but she slipped on a rock in midstream and twisted her ankle. Her friend tried to help but he also slipped and hit his head on a rock and was washed downstream. She said he was not even trying to swim or protect himself from the rocks. I assume he was unconscious and drowned. I lost my backpack with all my clothes, identification, and money. Please sir, will you help me.

I said of course I will help you. Tell me more about why you were in Canada. She said that she and her friend were from El Salvador and were kidnapped from her village where I was a school teacher by a criminal gang. They were forced to be slaves for the gang leaders. They even tattooed the back of our hand with the gang insignia so if we escaped the villagers would return us or face the consequences. I did all the cooking and cleaning and my friend did all the carrying of wood, water, and supplies. I was also their sex slave and was passed around every night between the three leaders.

One night when most of the gang was away, my friend overpowered the guard, and we stole some of their money and recovered our passports. Both of us had lived in the US at a younger age attending school and we could speak English. With the gang money we got to San Salvador and requested a tourist visa from the Canadian Embassy. When the visa arrived about a week later, we went to the airport and bought our tickets to Vancouver Canada. It was much harder to get a tourist visa to the US. After we arrived in Vancouver, we took a bus to Abbotsford and a taxi close to the border and crossed late at night. You found me on our journey south.

I took her to my small secluded cabin in the woods. I asked her to stay in the car and went in and cleaned up the house somewhat, turned on the coffee pot, and put a chair in the laundry room. I went back to the car and gently lifted her piggyback style and sat her in the chair in the laundry room. I needed to care for her foot. I removed her shoe from her good foot but her other foot was swollen too much. I had to cut off my duct tape and her shoe laces. I could then spread the shoe enough to remove it. She screamed in pain and I gave her a couple of Ibuprofen to reduce the pain and fetched two cups of hot coffee to warm us up. I washed her foot and wrapped it with gauze and an Ace bandage. We needed to take our wet clothes off.

To take her wet pants off, I had to cut off her pants so as not to touch her swollen ankle. She wore no underwear. She said they were not allowed in the gang camp and when she escaped she could only find men's clothes to wear. Her nudity did not seem to bother her. Next I said you need a warm shower but you cannot stand, so I would like to give you a sponge bath on my bed. She said I am very sorry for all that I am putting you through but if there is anything I can do for you please let me know. You saved my life. I said I am ashamed to admit it but would like to rub my face on your tits and kiss them, if you don't mind. It's been a very long time since I have seen or touched a naked woman. Any more than that we will discuss at a later date. On the way to the bedroom, I carried her piggyback style. I showed her around the cabin which did not take long: one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, and a laundry room.

I had removed the covers and put down a bath towel on my bed. I sat her on it and put a pillow below her head and another under her injured foot. I also put an ice pack on her injured ankle to reduce the swelling. I inspected her body for other bruises and scratches and cleaned them as best I could. I then placed a dishpan full of warm water containing a sponge on the bed, another empty pan, and a soap dispenser. I told her, I will wet your body with the sponge and then soap up my hands and rub your front side. I will then wipe off the soap with the wet sponge squeezing the soapy water into the empty pan. I will then dry you with another towel. When finished, I will roll you over on your side. I will then wash and dry your back side like I did with the other side. I asked if this was OK with you. She said, only if you kiss my tits. Of course I did and fingered her pussy while rinsing it. She did not push her hips up or down when my hand was on her pussy. I also had a new small sponge covered paint brush that I used to help clean the soap out of her vagina. When I washed her anus, I did detect that my finger could penetrate it easily. It must have been stretched during her slave ordeal.

After the bath, I pulled the blanket over her and let her nap. I woke her around supper time. We both ate supper in bed. I could prop up her back with pillows to a semi sitting position and we both had a bowl of soup and a sandwich. I left her to rest and cleaned up my kitchen. Later that evening I took a shower and came out naked and put my pillow on the floor by her chest and knelt down. She knew what I wanted and pulled the covers back and squeezed her tits so they stood up. I buried my face between them and rocked my face side to side. I enjoyed her soft flesh as she continued to squeeze her tits together. I lifted my head and began to lick her nipples. I could see them grow and harden. I then sucked first just her nipples and then as much of her tit as I could get in my mouth. After about 10 minutes I was sated.

I asked if she wanted more ibuprofen or to be moved on to her side. She said she likes sleeping on her side. I lifted her good leg over her injured foot onto her side facing the center of the bed without moving her injured foot. I crawled in the bed with my backside facing her. I snuggled up close with my butt touching her pussy and my back rubbing on her tits. When I pushed my butt back she responded by pushing her pussy forward and rubbing her tits on my back. It was just like our piggyback position. She put her arm around my chest. I took her hand in my hand and rubbed her fingertips on my nipples. I then moved her hand down to my penis and scrotum and rubbed her hand on them. I then closed her hand around my penis and squeezed it and pulled on it just as I liked. I removed my hand and she continued until I told her enough. I did not want to come. I said, if you need anything during the night please wake me. She left her hand on my chest all night.

In the morning she needed to pee. I went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl that I placed between her legs. I turned her further over so she was laying on top of the bowl all without moving her ankle and let her pee. I stabilized the bowl and helped her roll back on her side. I dumped the pee in the toilet and brought back some toilet paper to wipe her pussy. I put on my robe and went to the kitchen and made breakfast. I bought in our breakfast and we both ate bacon, eggs, and toast in bed.

Later in the day she told me that she had to poop. This was a major operation. I brought in my Porta-potty that I used when camping. It was really just a bucket lined with a garbage bag and a toilet seat attached to the top. I needed to have her sit up in bed with both legs hanging over the side. This included her swollen ankle which hurt her to move and when the foot lowered it increased the blood flowing into the swollen ankle made it hurt more. I gave her some more ibuprofen. I put a belt around her waist and tied a ribbon around each leg and the belt. I had her put her arms around my neck. I then could lift her using the belt that would not slide up when I lifted. She could stand on her good foot and I slowly sat her down on the Porta-potty. After she pooped, she again put her arms around my neck. I lifted her with the belt to stand on one foot and asked her to lean forward putting most of her weight on the bed with her hands. I then wiped her butt. I helped her to sit back on the bed and lay down with her foot back on the pillow. I pulled the blanket over her.

About an hour later, I said we need to talk. Is there anywhere or anyone in the US that you were planning on going to, who might help you? She said no one specifically but when she was in teaching school at Humboldt College in Arcata CA she had a job at a coffee house and hoped she could find work there. I said that is a long way from here. Times have changed in the US, mostly for the worst. Undocumented immigrants are being rounded up and sent back to their home country. With that gang tattoo on your hand, you would likely be sent to prison in El Salvador full of the gang members you escaped from. She said they would kill me.

I said we need to develop a safe plan for you. As a backstory, I propose that you take the name Mary Woodward. My name is Frank Woodward and you will be my sister-in-law. My younger brother Jim Woodward and you were recently married in El Salvador but were living outside of Arcata where Jim had met you when you were in school. But horribly, your house was burned down in a forest fire and Jim was killed in the fire. You were in town at the time of the fire and were safe. All your records in his house were destroyed in the fire. We met at his funeral in Arcata and you agreed to become my housekeeper. I brought you back here to live with me. I will also open a bank account in my name and get you a debit card card in your name to access the account. I will deposit $1,000 per month in the account. You can do whatever you want with the money. If at any time you want to leave, you can take all your money and go.

What do you think of this plan? She said come closer. When I did she put her arms around my neck and gave me a very deep French kiss and said my tits would like to kiss you too. Of course, I accept your almost marriage proposal. After all, I will have your last name. My new name is Mary Woodward.

I said great, now I need to go to the store and buy some things for your new life. Please write down your clothes sizes, shoe size, and any bathroom supplies you might need. I will pick them up. But later when you are healed, we will shop together and you can pick out what you like. I will also pick up some more medical supplies and crutches for later. I am going to bandage your hand to hide the tattoo. If anyone ever asks, say you burned the top of your hand while removing a pan from the oven. Nobody should see that tattoo. Later we will discuss how to cover it more permanently or remove it. I told her to be aware that we only live about 30 miles from the border and a lot of Border Control agents live near here.

I said, this may seem like an odd question, but did you masturbate before you were kidnapped? She said yes but only about once every week or two. Why did you ask? I explained that I have erectile dysfunction ED and can not get an erection and fuck. I can only have an orgasm by masturbation. I was hoping that if you liked to masturbate we could each masturbate the other. She said she would be pleased to help masturbate you at any time. I told her no. I will only let you masturbate me, if I can masturbate you to an orgasm first. How one likes to self masturbate changes with time and after your sexual trauma, you may need to reintroduce your body to the pleasures of masturbation. There is one advantage of my ED, when I bathe you I will not get an erection which would show you what I was thinking. When your foot is better, we will explore our bodies more thoroughly and you can show me how you like to masturbate. Fortunately, I am retired and can care for you full time.

When I came back from shopping. I showed her the clothes I bought for her which was a tank top with a low cut neckline and large arm holes, a miniskirt, a short robe and no underwear. You can see I really just shopped for what I liked. I did buy you one long dress, slippers, and shoes for when you can go outside. I also have some disturbing news. I heard on the radio that a body has been found floating in Swift Creek and two backpacks. One belonging to the body but the other to a woman. Their names were not released but their IDs said they were both from El Salvador. They do not know if the woman also drowned or went missing. The search is continuing.

Later when you can sit with your legs down without pain is a good time for me to wash your hair. You can hold the warm water pan on your lap and I will wet, soap, rinse, and dry your hair. I will also bend over your lap and you can wash and dry my hair. I am a strong believer in the golden rule. Do unto others as you would like them to do unto you. The reciprocal hair washing is a good example.

Another example is for you to give me a sponge bath. After I sponge bathe you, I will get fresh warm water in the pans and place them within your reach. I will undress and lean over your chest. You will wet, soap, rinse, and dry my arms and chest. I will then sit on the bed so you can do this to my back. I will then lift one leg over your chest with the other on the floor, so you can wash and dry my leg and genitals. I will turn around and put my other leg over your chest and lean forward so you can wash and dry my leg and butt. You probably have noticed that I have kissed your tits and pussy after I washed them. You may follow the golden rule and do the same. A sponge bath is not just for cleaning. I see it also as an erotic massage.

A week later when she could get around the house on crutches, I said, let's talk about when you are fully recovered. As my housekeeper, I expect that you will clean my house, cook our meals and wash our clothes. While in the house I would like you to wear a short skirt with no underwear and bra or just a short robe. Outside of the house you will dress conservatively. Regarding sex, I would expect that we both have an orgasm at least once a day. After three months we will readdress these terms. I consider this our honeymoon phase. You said we are "almost married". As something to think about, that we can discuss, let me explain my sex fantasy.

You will be naked laying on our bed and I will get on the bed and straddle your body with my penis above your tits and my mouth above your pussy. You will take my hand and show me how you like your pussy to be rubbed. I will ask you to rub your tits on my penis. I will lower my head and lick and finger your clit and vagina. Saliva makes a good sex lubricant. I will put two fingers in your vagina and my thumb below your clit and rub and squeeze my fingers and thumb together. I will be squeezing your G-spot. The more rapidly I rub and squeeze the more excited I expect you will become. When you finally have an orgasm, I will feel your vagina clamping on my fingers in a pulsating movement. I will then ask you to stop rubbing my penis on your tits and I will slide back for you to lick and suck my penis and scrotum, until I come. Remember this is just my sex fantasy, I would expect you to have input into the actual act.

There is one more thing. I do not have a TV in the house but do have high speed internet. So our entertainment is somewhat limited. So I suggest we set aside an hour every day as happy hour. During happy hour we will play a game and both have only two alcoholic drinks each, of our choosing beer, wine, or a mixed drink. We will only wear our robes. The game is called Body Parts and has us manipulating each other's body parts in a way of the other's choosing. Each player takes a drink after each turn is played. There are various variations of the game that we will rotate through, a different game each day. The value of the game is not only the physical pleasure we receive by manipulating each other's erogenous zones but, just as important, is the mental pleasure of thinking about and discussing how we would like to do it. Giving pleasure is just as rewarding as receiving pleasure.

The first game is called Dice. A dice has 6 numbers. Each number represents a body part: 1 is the mouth and tongue; 2 is the tits; 3 is the hands and finger; 4 is the clitoris or scrotum; 5 is the vagina or penis; and 6 is your choice. Each player will throw the dice. For example, if I throw 1 and you throw 5, I have to kiss your vagina. If you had thrown a 6 you could choose which body part I had to kiss. Body parts not numbered are also included like anus or toes. Some throws might not be very interesting. For example, if we both throw 3 and 3, we will hold hands. Although nothing prevents our interlaced fingers from rubbing on our bodies. A 4 and 4 throw is very interesting and requires a detailed discussion as to how to best achieve it.

The second game is called High Card Wins. Each of us will draw a card from a shuffled deck and the high card wins. If both cards are the same like a 7 of diamonds and 7 of clubs, the diamond wins. The winning suit order is hearts, diamonds, clubs, and lastly spades. What is interesting in the game is the bets. Each bet is made before the cards are turned. For example, I bet If I win I get to rub my penis on your tits. And you bet if you win I would have to finger your vagina. The winning bet will likely require further discussion, should it be done standing, sitting, bending over, or laying down. These bets need to be completed in a short time to move the game along. For example, if your bet was I was to finger your vagina until you climaxed would not be acceptable because it might take too long. All body parts are included. You might want me to suck your toes and I might want you to rub my back.

The third game is called Food Feast. It is played like High Card Wins but the bets are restricted to eating food off from the other players body parts. Foods like whipped cream, jam, chocolate syrup, or maybe liquids could be tried, be inventive. For example, I might want to eat a carrot put in your vagina. You might say OK but I will pick the carrot. You might pick a small carrot stick or a long peeled fat carrot. It is your choice. My favorite bet would be I want to drink water from your vagina. I would have you lay on her back and lift your pussy upward. I would pour a shot glass full of water into your vagina and mix it around with my finger. I would then put the empty shot glass over her vagina and hold it tight and have you stand upright draining the water mixed with your pussy juice back into the glass. We could then share the tasting of your juice. I wonder if the juice would taste different right after you had an organism.

The fourth game is called Porn Position. In this game a lesbian porn video is played from the internet. Lesbian porn was chosen to avoid penile penetration images. Before the video starts a dice is thrown and the number shown is the time when the video is paused. The players then act out that image. If the image is not sexual, the next sexual image is used. Then, the dice is thrown again and the player with the highest number gets to choose which of the two body positions they want to be in. All the turns are repeated until we finish our drinks or one hour has elapsed.

After all of this sexual activity discussion, remember you will maintain full control of your body. You can always say no or suggest a more acceptable compromise. You can also leave me at any time and I will drive you anywhere in this state that you wish to go. I will also increase your pay by $1,000 per month every year. After 5 years you will be making $5,000 per month or $60,000 per year tax free. By that time, our imbecilic President will be gone and the country will probably again embrace the contributions our immigrants offer to our society.

But this should not be about money. I want you to think that this is about family. I will protect my family. I don't expect you to ever love me but do expect some affection. The sexual intimacy we will share, should encourage this affection. A nightly orgasm is like a drug. It not only makes your body feel really good but also relaxes your mind. It reduces stress and allows us to sleep better at night. But this sex has to be enjoyable by both parties. That's why I really want you to learn to enjoy masturbating, and try to overcome your previous sexual trauma. Maybe us not having sexual intercourse will help. As a family we will take vacations together, encourage each other's interests, try to have fun, and look after each other's health. When you do decide to leave, remember you will still be part of my family and I will always help you when needed.