A/N: Just a quick reminder that although this story is set in the same universe as 'Taken Away' and contains some similar elements, this story is in no way, shape, or form a prequel or a sequel and stands completely on its own. I may use a character in this story that also appeared in 'Taken Away', but I will use them in a different capacity (eg: in 'Taken Away' Dr. Lindstrom was one of the good guys, but in this story he is one of the bad guys).
With tears streaming down her sweet face, Grace's entire body seemed to be screaming in pain while Dr. Lindstrom pulled her hair and clawed at her skin, his hand over her mouth and partially over her nose, making it difficult to breathe. She could hear him panting in her ear and he moaned as he finished inside of her. They were both startled when the door suddenly flew open and Olivia stormed in with her gun drawn. Dr. Lindstrom was startled a second time when he suddenly found himself knocked to the floor by an angry Olivia, and Grace fell off of the couch onto the floor. Dr. Lindstrom scrambled to cover himself and briefly contemplated standing up, but was keenly aware of the gun pointed straight at him.
"Olivia, this isn't what it looks like." Dr. Lindstrom stammered.
"Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like, and it looks like you just completed your last day as a therapist. You're lucky I'm not putting a bullet in your head, and the only reason I'm not is because my baby is sitting right over there and she doesn't need to see that." Olivia growled.
The room was suddenly swarming with activity as Olivia's squad burst into the small office, having responded immediately to their Captain's call for assistance. Upon seeing her detectives with their guns drawn and pointed at the therapist, Olivia holstered her own gun and turned her attention to her sweet little submissive, curled up in a ball on the floor and shaking with sobs as she attempted to cover herself. Olivia squatted down next to Grace, not attempting to touch her yet, while Dr. Lindstrom was wrestled into handcuffs and escorted out of the building. Olivia glanced over Grace's body and noticed that both her panties and her shirt were torn, her hair disheveled.
"I'm right here, my baby, he can't hurt you anymore." Olivia soothed.
"How did you know?" Grace sobbed.
"Morales called me while I was sitting in the waiting room and told me that he figured out who was texting and calling you. I wanted to come pull you out of your session and take you home, and when I realized the door was locked I called my detectives and kicked in the door." Olivia explained, "I'm going to take you to Mercy hospital to get a rape kit done and get you taken care of. Amanda is going to meet us there and you can tell us what happened. Can you stand up now and pull up your jeans and panties for me?" Olivia normally would have pulled Grace's jeans and panties up for her, but she couldn't risk getting any of her DNA on Grace's clothes and contaminating the evidence. Olivia gently escorted Grace out of the building, and when they stepped outside she was relieved to find that the squad car containing Dr. Lindstrom was already gone.
When they arrived at Mercy hospital, Olivia flashed her badge and they were immediately escorted into a private room where a nurse took Grace's clothes, put them into an evidence bag, and walked out of the room. Wearing a hospital gown, Grace curled up on the exam table and continued to sob, clinging tightly to Olivia's hand. The door of the exam room opened again and Grace screamed in fear when a male doctor walked in holding a rape kit.
"She needs a female doctor." Olivia growled protectively. The doctor quickly apologized, placed the rape kit on the counter, and left the room. Olivia turned to her sweet little submissive, "He's gone, baby girl. You're safe."
The door opened a third time and Amanda walked in.
"Grace, I'm so sorry about all of this. Are you feeling up to talking to me?" Amanda spoke gently as she sat down. Grace nodded, and Amanda pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.
"I went in for therapy and Dr. Lindstrom noticed that I was having a little trouble sitting and asked me if I was okay, and I told him that I got a spanking and a mouthsoaping this morning for being naughty. He told me that he's a mandated reporter and he needed to see my bottom. When I told him no, he was suddenly towering over me and told me that I obviously wasn't spanked hard enough since I was disobeying him. He threatened to have me sent to Block C, and before I even knew what was happening he was on top of me and inside of me. His thighs were slapping against my bottom and it hurt so bad. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth and part of my nose. He had just… released inside of me… when my Ma'am kicked in the door and all of you showed up. He's the one who's been texting me and calling me for the past few weeks." Grace managed to choke out the entire story as she continued to sob.
"We know that now, sweetheart. Thank you for being so brave and talking to me, you did everything exactly right today, you survived it. I'm going to go back to the precinct now, and we're going to make sure that Dr. Lindstrom doesn't hurt you or anyone else again. You just get some rest now, and I'll see you later." Amanda got up and left the room.
"Ma'am, it hurts." Grace sobbed, still clinging to Olivia's hand.
"I know it hurts, little one. You're a good girl." Olivia soothed.
"But I was bad this morning. Please, I don't want to go to Block C." Grace pleaded fearfully.
"First of all, you weren't bad this morning, and you are completely forgiven for what happened this morning. Your behavior was naughty this morning, but you are my good girl. Secondly, you aren't going to Block C. You haven't done anything to warrant a judge sending you to Block C. You've been spanked before; simply getting a spanking isn't enough reason for any submissive to be sent to Block C." Olivia assured her.
A female doctor walked in the room, and Grace screamed and cried throughout the entire process of getting her rape kit done, and nobody tried to make her stop screaming. Olivia held her hand and soothed her with gentle words throughout the entire process. When it was finally over four hours later, she was exhausted and her throat was sore from screaming.
"I'm sorry I screamed, Ma'am." Grace choked out when they were alone in the room again after Grace had been given a pill to prevent pregnancy. She was no longer screaming or sobbing, but she still had a few tears falling down her pretty face.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, my baby, you didn't do anything wrong. You will always be my good girl. I called Eileen and she is on her way with some clean clothes for you to change into, and then we can go home." Olivia replied gently.
"I don't want anyone else to see me like this." Grace's lower lip trembled.
"She is going to text me when she gets here and I am going to meet her out in the hall, sweetheart. I will leave the door open the entire time so you can see me." Olivia assured her.
Olivia gently helped Grace change into the clothes Eileen had brought. Now that the rape kit was done and there was no chance of Olivia contaminating any evidence with her own DNA, Grace snuggled into Olivia's arms, and Olivia held Grace close to her heart as the two stood silently in the room for several minutes.
"Let's get out of this room now, and when we get home I'll hold you for as long as you want." Olivia spoke kindly.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace agreed. Home sounded like a good idea to her.
When they arrived home, Olivia closed and locked the door behind them and then opened the coat closet to put her gun away in the safe. With that accomplished, she turned and was concerned to see Grace standing there shaking with a trembling lower lip and tears beginning to stream down her face again.
"What's wrong, angel?" Olivia asked kindly.
"We're home now. I have to take my clothes off." Grace whimpered. Suddenly realizing what she was saying, her eyes widened and she quickly tried to back track, "I'm sorry, Ma'am, I know the rules. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Grace began to take off her shirt, and Olivia stopped her.
"Look at me, little one. Let me see those pretty eyes." Olivia waited until Grace reluctantly made eye contact with her, "We're going to make a new rule, my baby. Are you listening?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace whimpered, her lower lip trembling.
"That's my good girl. The new rule is that from now on you are allowed to wear clothes at home unless and until you are comfortable enough to go back to the way it was before, whether that is tomorrow or ten years from now or never. Do you understand the rule?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace looked at Olivia with a mixture of relief and uncertainty, "Can I go take a shower, please?"
"Yes, lovey, of course you can. Take your time, I'm going to make some soup for us to eat. You don't have to empty your bowl, but I want you to try to eat at least some of it."
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace agreed, then she turned and disappeared down the hall to take a shower. Her stomach couldn't handle anything heavy right now, but she could handle soup.
Grace spent over half an hour in the shower trying to scrub Dr. Lindstrom off of her and letting the warm water and the comforting scent of both the shampoo and the body wash soothe her as the smell of lavender filled the bathroom. When she was finished, she emerged from the bathroom and dressed in fresh clothes before she made her way out to the kitchen where Olivia was standing at the stove chopping ingredients for the soup and adding them to the instant pot. Olivia looked up and smiled at Grace.
"There's my good girl. Set the table, please. The soup will be ready soon."
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace obediently went to retrieve the bowls, napkins, and silverware and arranged them on the table. A spoon fell from the table and clattered onto the kitchen floor. Grace wailed in fear and automatically held up her arms to shield her face and head from blows that would never come. Olivia quickly turned and was relieved to find that her baby wasn't hurt, but her heart broke when she saw Grace cowering in fear and she approached the younger brunette carefully.
"Oh, baby, it's okay. I promise you are very safe, it was just an accident, there's no harm done." Olivia picked up the spoon from the floor, placed it in the sink to be washed later, and then retrieved a clean spoon and placed it on the table."There, all better now. Can you look at me, sweetheart?"
Grace hesitantly lowered her arms and slowly looked up, nearly expecting to be greeted by Melissa Steele's cold, angry eyes, but instead was greeted by Olivia Benson's calm, loving eyes. Grace flinched violently when Olivia's hand reached up to gently stroke her face, but she relaxed into the affection she was receiving when she realized that Olivia wasn't going to slap her face.
"Come here, my baby, we have a little bit of time before the soup is ready." Olivia gently took Grace's hand and led her out to the couch where she sat down. Grace stood there silently, waiting for Olivia to pull her jeans and panties down to spank her, but instead Olivia simply guided Grace to cuddle on her lap, gently maneuvering the young submissive into a comfortable position.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am." Grace whimpered as Olivia cuddled and rocked her.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, my baby, you didn't do anything wrong. You're my good girl. We are just going to sit here and cuddle and relax until the soup is ready, and after we eat we are going to come back in here and cuddle up again for as long as you want. I'll hold you for the rest of the day and all night if that's what my baby wants." Olivia soothed, gently stroking Grace's freshly washed hair.
Wanting to give Grace some small sense of control, and since soup was a difficult thing to feed someone who was kneeling down on the ground, Grace was allowed to sit at the table and feed herself and eat at her own pace. Not realizing how hungry she really was, she emptied her bowl and Olivia willingly gave her a second helping when she asked for it. After their meal, Grace cleaned the kitchen and then found herself once again cuddled on Olivia's lap on the couch with a music channel playing soft music on the TV in the background.
Later that night, Olivia emerged from the shower and Grace carefully smoothed lotion onto her Mistress's long legs. With that accomplished, Olivia helped Grace change into a warm pair of pajamas and then soothed Grace to sleep in her spot at the foot of the bed, gently rubbing Grace's bottom and reassuring her that she was safe and loved until she was certain that Grace had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Meanwhile, Dr. Peter Lindstrom struggled to make himself comfortable on the uncomfortable cot inside his jail cell and quickly gave up, staring up at the ceiling and listening to his rather intimidating cellmate snoring loudly; he had already been given a black eye for trying to claim the wrong bunk. He thought about Grace's soft flesh in his hands and grew hard inside his orange jumpsuit, smirking in satisfaction. Therapy license or no therapy license, he had gotten what he had been dreaming about since the day he first laid eyes on his pretty, young client. Grace certainly hadn't been his first, she was simply the first one he had been caught with, and he was determined that she certainly wouldn't be his last.