I steered Carrie to the outside door. She waited while I opened the

door, then waited again while I closed and locked it. I patted her

pussy, then kissed her on the lips, then started her moving.

Yesterday's rain had given way to partly cloudy skies. It was very cool,

but not bitter cold like the last few times we had tried the hill climb.

When the sun came up, it would probably turn into a nice day.

I felt confident that Carrie's leotard would keep her warm, except for

her exposed crotch. I was hoping her attempts to obey my instructions

would generate a good deal of heat from her pussy to compensate for the

heat loss.

Carrie had become very proficient at responding to the reins, although

she still wasn't as sensitive as she would have been if I was steering

her through her nipples. She was also very good at feeling her way blind

across the varied terrain. We moved at a brisk walk, even though she had

to respond to changes on the ground with each step she took.

We hadn't gone but a few hundred feet, when I noticed reflections of the

faint light on the inside legs of her leotard. Her pussy juices were

starting to run down her legs. I smiled, marveling at her control over

her body and her determination to obey any command I gave her.

Before long we reached the transition from walking trail to hill climb,

which was about a third of the way to the top. After stopping Carrie, I

walked around in front of her and plunged two fingers into her pussy,

producing a groan. I was pleased to find that she was still very wet. I

moved my fingers in and out of her a few times, then pulled them out and

rubbed them on her lips. She quickly opened her mouth and bent forward,

sucking my fingers into her mouth. After she had licked them clean, she

opened her mouth, and I removed my fingers and planted a tender kiss on

her lips. I patted her pussy with my open palm, then moved behind her

and patted her ass. She rewarded me with a warm, throaty, sexy laugh

that made my cock tingle. Picking up the reins, I started her moving up

the hill.

Carrie was making the best time she had ever achieved, even in warm,

sunny weather. We didn't make any more stops until we reached the last

flat spot which was about 25 minutes from the hill top. I reined her to

a stop and again shoved two fingers into her pussy. She was barely moist

this time, even though I could see on her leotard that she had produced

copious amounts of pussy juices. I knelt in front of her and started

kissing, licking, and nibbling her labia and clit, occasionally pushing

my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. In no time she was moaning

and gasping and asking me to please fuck her.

When Carrie was again soaking wet, I stood and gave her a long kiss. We

spent what seemed like a long time with our wide open mouths pressed

together, flicking and sliding our tongues over everything they could

reach. When I finally pulled away from her, we were both breathing hard.

It was all I could do not to push her down and fuck her on the spot. I

again patted her pussy, then patted her ass and picked up the reins. "I

adore you, William," she said.

I said, "I adore you, too, Carrie," knowing she couldn't hear me.

When we reached the top, the first thing I did was release Carrie's

wrists and take off her backpack. She was smiling ear to ear as I

removed her blindfold and earplugs. "Let's see if you've been obedient,"

I said, plunging my fingers into her pussy. She was dripping wet.

I pulled my fingers out and held them up for her. She sucked them into

her mouth and cleaned them thoroughly. When I took back my fingers she

grinned, then she said, "You're right, I am delicious." She unzipped her

breasts and eased them out of the leotard. "Warm your hands, William,

they ache for your touch," she said. She gasped as I covered her breasts

with my cold hands, then she covered my hands with hers and bent at the

waist to bring her lips close to mine. I moved to kiss her, and just

before our lips touched she said, "My pussy is ready and waiting,

William, please fuck me."

When we pulled apart from out tender kiss, I removed Carrie's posture

collar and told her to spread the blanket, then spread herself. In

seconds she was on her back on the blanket, her arms reaching up to me.

I knelt between her legs and pulled out my stiff cock. Leaning over her,

I guided it to its home, then eased myself down and slid into her up to

my balls. She whispered "My Master" in my ear, as she had the first of

many orgasms.

By the time I switched from her pussy to her ass, she was trembling

continuously from multiple small orgasms. I asked her if she was cold,

and she laughed. "Are we outside?" she asked. "My world consists of you

and me, your cock and my asshole. Everything is perfect." A minute

later, the sun broke over the horizon that seemed to be below us, and

bathed us in light and warmth.

I was reaching my limit, but Carrie pleaded with me to let her suck my

cock before we rested. As tired as I was, her oral techniques were

irresistible. She soon had me hard, and kept me that way for 10 minutes,

until I finally asked her to finish me.

After Carrie rinsed her mouth thoroughly, we curled up and made spoons

under the blanket, our faces to the rising sun. I had my top leg over

Carrie's legs, and my free arm was under hers, my hand cupping her naked

breast. We were silent for a long time, then I said, "On the trail, you

told me you adored me. You couldn't hear my reply because of your

earplugs."

"What did you say?" she asked.

"I said I adored you, too."

"Oh, William, you're going to make me cry," she said. I told her to cry

all she wanted, as long as they were happy tears. She hugged my hand to

her breast and cried gently for a long time.

We had lain together for perhaps an hour, and were discussing whether we

wanted to start another round of fucking, or go home. We had just agreed

to go home and eat breakfast, and then fuck some more, when my pager

started beeping. I didn't know what it was at first, I had never heard

it beep before.

I had long since stopped wearing the pager on my belt. After it poked

Carrie in the ribs once too often, she took it off of my belt and

clipped it to her survival kit bag. It had stayed there ever since,

except when it was in the recharging cradle.

We both realized what was beeping at the same time. I felt a sinking

feeling in my gut, and Carrie turned her head around and looked at me

with fear in her eyes. She was closest to the backpack, so she stretched

out and pulled the pager off of her kit bag and handed it to me without

looking at it. I read the first word of the message, "PINFO." Relief, it

was from Philip and it was information, not a warning. I told Carrie

before reading further.

The rest of the message was, "NO DANGER. YOU HAVE COMPANY. COME HOME.

DRESS CARRIE IF POSSIBLE." I showed it to Carrie. "What does it mean,

"you have company?" she asked.

"I guess we'll have to go home to find out," I said. We worked as a team

to get ready to walk home. I told Carrie the rules of her slavery were

suspended, we were partners. Then I untied her jeans and sweater from

the backpack. As she dressed, I took her pistol out of her survival kit,

then began stowing everything else on the backpack. As soon as she had

her jeans on and had put her shoes back on, she stood up and I folded

and stowed the blanket. She pulled on her sweater, then we hugged and

kissed. I had her cock her pistol, make sure the hammer was down and the

safety was on, then put in the rear pocket of her jeans, where it was

covered by her sweater. "Don't show it unless you need to use it," I

told her. "If you have to use it, then remember what Philip told you.

You're fully capable of defending yourself."

"I'm not afraid, as long as we're together," she said. I almost told her

that I was afraid, but I decided that would be a bad idea. She helped me

put on the backpack, then we started for home, hand in hand. My free

hand was caressing my own pistol in my jacket pocket.

We didn't speak the whole way down the hill, but every time we looked at

each other Carrie smiled and squeezed my hand. I knew she was worried,

but she was calling on her strength. I was wishing I had her strength.

Before we came into the open space surrounding the house, I took off the

backpack and put it beside the trail. I whispered to Carrie that if we

needed more ammunition, this is where it would be. She nodded. I

positioned her on my left, with my left arm around her. Her right arm

was behind my back, where she could go for her pistol without it being

obvious. My right hand was in my jacket pocket, holding my pistol.

We circled around to the front of the house and came out into the open.

Philip was standing alone, beside a large SUV I had never seen before.

"What's up, Philip?" I asked. He hadn't seen us until I spoke, and he

calmly turned his head and looked at us.

Philip knew immediately that we were in a defensive posture. He held

both hands out away from his body, his palms facing us. "There's no

problem, Sir," he said. "There's another person here with me, someone I

believe you'll recognize. Come on out, Jimmy," he said.

Another man came out from behind the SUV, his hands up, a grin on his

face. I knew immediately I had seen him before, but I didn't know where

until he spoke. "Remember me, Bill?" he said. "We had coffee together."

"I remember you," I said. "You drugged me, then you kidnapped me." His

smile faded slightly, until I smiled and continued, "I owe you a bigger

debt than I can ever repay."

"I've been paid well," he said. Nodding at Carrie, he added, "but I can

see why you said that. Hello, Miss Carrie. I'm Jimmy, your investigator.

It's a pleasure to meet you."

I wasn't ready to relax yet, but Carrie was a step ahead of me. "So it's

just the two of you, then?" she asked. There was a hard edge to her

voice, and Philip understood that immediately.

"Carrie, you can trust me." he said. "You know I would never hurt you.

There's just Jimmy and me, and one other - an unconscious young woman in

the truck. We brought her here the same way we brought your Master here.

Let's go inside, and Jimmy and I will explain everything to you." He

smiled, then said, "You can both keep your weapons, and you can search

us before we go inside."

Carrie smiled then. "That won't be necessary, Philip," she said.

I pulled my pistol, but didn't point it at anyone. "I'm sorry, Philip,

but it will be necessary," I said. "Jimmy, you lie down on your stomach,

clasp your hands behind your head, and spread your legs wide." He shook

his head, but slowly did as I said. "Carrie, you'll have to search

Philip. Take everything out of his pockets. Try to convince him that if

he twitches while you're near him, I'll shoot him." I reached behind her

with my left hand and pulled her pistol out of her pocket.

Philip slowly put his hands on the hood of the truck and spread his legs

wide. I knew Carrie wanted to object, but I whispered "Obey," which

settled all arguments with her.

She walked over to Philip. "I'm sorry, Philip, but we need to be

certain," she said. Philip said he understood, and was glad his little

girl was well protected. She searched him thoroughly, and found nothing

but keys, a wallet, and a handkerchief.

I told Philip to hold his position, then told Carrie to search Jimmy. As

she approached him, I said, "I don't really know you Jimmy, so I'll kill

you twice as fast if you move while Carrie's near you." She searched

Jimmy, then I had him roll over while she searched again. In addition to

keys and wallet, he had a pistol strapped to his ankle.

"Someone who had good intentions would have mentioned the pistol,

Jimmy," I said. "Is there some reason why we should trust you now? A

better question, is there some reason I shouldn't shoot you right now?"

Carrie was going through his wallet. "He is who he claims to be,

William," she said. "I saw him when he brought you here, although he

didn't see me. His driver's license has his picture, and the name Philip

mentioned to me nearly a year ago. I think he's Ok." Then she looked at

Jimmy and waved his pistol in his general direction. "But why didn't you

tell us about the gun, Jimmy?" she asked.

I think Jimmy was half scared and half pissed off by now, he knew he

wouldn't get a break from either me or Carrie. He said, "I always carry

it, I don't even think about it unless I need to use it. You're my

employers, you were just being careful. I didn't feel threatend - until

now. I didn't think about the damn gun."

"Ok," I said, "we're nearly finished. Carrie, come over here." She

walked over to me, and I traded her Jimmy's pistol for the one she was

more familiar with. "Take the safety off, point it at Jimmy, and shoot

him if he moves," I told her. She immediately pulled back the hammer,

clicked the safety off, and pointed it near, but not at, Jimmy. "Ok,

Philip, I said, show me who and what is in the truck." He slowly walked

to the back of the truck and opened the doors. He took out a fake

cardboard carton, and under it was an attractive young woman in a

sleeping bag, obviously in deep sleep or unconscious.

"Who is she?" I asked.

Philip looked at me and sighed. Very softly, almost in a whisper, he

said, "She's Carrie's half sister, but Carrie doesn't even know she has

a sister. This is a delicate situation, and we need to sit down and talk

it through with the both of you. I understand why you're being careful,

but you need to trust me now, as I've trusted you."

Nodding toward the woman, I asked, "Should we bring her inside?"

"She'll be just fine here," Philip said. "Let's talk first and explain

everything to Carrie and to you."

I nodded my head and put my pistol in my pocket. Philip put the

cardboard box over the sleeping bag, then closed the truck's doors. We

walked back to where Carrie and Jimmy were. "You can get up, Jimmy," I

told him. Carrie safed her pistol, but kept it in her hand. I took the

shells out of Jimmy's pistol, then handed him the gun. "I'll give you

the ammo when you leave," I told him.

Carrie and I stood by while Philip and Jimmy walked up to the front

door. Philip unlocked the door, then turned and asked us if we were

coming. "You first," I said. They entered the house and stood still a

few feet inside the door. Motioning to Carrie to stay back, I walked up

behind them. Everything seemed normal, so I motioned Carrie to join me.

We made Philip and Jimmy walk in front of us as we examined every room

of the house, including the basement. As we came back into the bedroom

from downstairs, I took Carrie aside and asked her if she wanted to use

the toilet. She nodded, and I told her to shower afterwards, then dress

again minus the leotard. She said she would. "Lock the bathroom door

while you're in there, and keep the pistol in reach," I added. She

nodded, then kissed me and went into the bathroom.

I turned to Philip and Jimmy. "Carrie's going to freshen up," I said,

"the three of us will go to the kitchen. While Philip fixes breakfast

for all of us, I'll tell you why I'm acting like such an asshole."

In the kitchen, I told Jimmy to sit on the stool and stay there. Philip

took off his coat and began preparing breakfast, starting with a pot of

coffee. I stood with both of them in my field of view. "I know why

you're acting like you are, Sir," Philip said, "and I don't blame you."

Nodding at Jimmy, he said, "But now we need to tell you what we've been

doing the past few days, and explain about the woman in the truck. And

Carrie needs to hear it, too."

"Carrie will be here when we talk," I said. "But I want to tell you now,

from my point of view, how stupid it was of you to bring a stranger here

without telling us your plans in advance. We're hiding here, Philip,

from people who mean us harm. We don't like surprises. If I hadn't

recognized Jimmy's face, I might very well have put a bullet in him just

to be safe. Don't do anything like this again, Philip."

Philip nodded as I spoke. When I finished, he said he agreed with

everything I said, that he shouldn't have surprised us, but it was an

emergency. He said Jimmy had done things for us that went well beyond

anything we could have expected, and he deserved better treatment than I

was giving him. Then Jimmy spoke up, and said he also understood my

attitude, but now was the time for everyone to chill out and start

cooperating. At some point during that discussion, the "danger" alarm in

my brain switched off. I relaxed a little, but only a little.

The three of us were drinking coffee when Carrie came into the kitchen.

She had towel-dried her hair and was fully dressed. The handle of her

pistol stuck out of the waistband at the front of her jeans. She was

calm, beautiful and sexy.

Philip poured Carrie a cup of coffee, and she took a big swallow, then

walked to my side and turned to face the same way I was facing. As she

took my hand in hers, she looked at Philip and said, "What the fuck's

going on, Philip? Why the hell did you bring an outsider here with no

warning?"

I couldn't help grinning, as Philip patiently repeated the explanation

he had just given me. As he finished, he realized that he was getting

the exact same attitude from both of us. He smiled, and said he felt

like he was talking to one person who happened to have two bodies. We

both said, "Thank you," at the same time, making everyone laugh. That

did a lot to ease the tension.

When breakfast was ready, Philip filled 4 plates and we each took our

plate and coffee to the dining room. While we ate, Philip and Jimmy took

turns as they explained the first part of their story.

Jimmy obviously enjoyed his job, and this time he had no doubt he was on

the right side, so he drew the story out as long as Philip would allow.

Here's the short version of what he told us.

Jimmy finally found an insider in the organization. A lot of money

changed hands, and Jimmy got a login user name and password on their

records computer. Jimmy immediately found a first rate hacker, paid him

another large sum of money, and together they went on a voyage of

discovery in the organization's records. They copied the cream of the

data, then they found a high priority file, Carrie's. After skimming it,

Jimmy found one thing he didn't expect, a reference to another trainee.

He recorded the information, then deleted Carrie's records as thoroughly

as the hacker could manage.

Then they went after my employee records, and deleted them. I didn't

expect that to be a priority for the investigation, and I was astonished

to find that they had tried to protect me. Now I really regretted my

harsh treatment of Philip and Jimmy.

Jimmy continued, saying they copied the documentation on dozens of

slaves that had been through training. Amazingly, the organization kept

track of the current locations of slaves when possible, which would help

enormously when the information was handed over to the authorities.

Jimmy's final act of hacking was to track down the file for the slave

who's name was referenced in Carrie's file. When he found and read the

file, he knew there was a problem. He copied the file, deleted it, then

bypassed his normal chain of command and contacted Philip directly.

That's when Philip left to meet with Jimmy and rescue the slave from her

master.

"Who is she, and why was her name in my file?" Carrie asked. Jimmy knew

his part of the story was over, he looked at Philip to take up the

narrative.

Philip looked at Carrie, then reached out for her hand. She put her hand

in his, and put her other hand out to me. When we were both holding

Carrie's hands, Philip answered her question.

"Your father had a love affair with Edward Collins' wife, lasting many

years" he told her. "She got pregnant by your father and had a daughter,

Charlene Collins. Charlene is your half sister, you were 4 when she was

born."