I knew Carrie's analytical mind was working full speed now. She had

probably thought of a dozen questions. Most of the questions would be

about her trusted lawyer and longtime family friend, Edward Collins. He

was one of the few people in the world who knew who and where she was,

and he was in complete control of her finances. Finally she just said,

"Go on, Philip."

Philip continued his story. "About a month after your father's death,

Charlene and her mother were in a plane crash, or so everyone thought.

She would have been about 18 at the time. Until Jimmy's discovery, no

one knew she was still alive." He took a long pause, and we could tell

from his expression that the hardest part of the story was about to be

told.

"We now think the plane crash was planned to cover Charlene's

disappearance, and that of her mother. When she disappeared, Charlene

was taken to the organization and trained as a slave. According to her

records, she was in training for nearly twice the usual time, probably

indicating that she resisted as long as she could. She was then turned

over to her master, Arthur Collins, her half brother. We have no idea

what happened to her mother."

No one spoke for a minute. Then Carrie said, "I have so many questions I

don't know where to begin."

I knew where to begin. "Is Carrie's lawyer involved in this as well as

his son?"

"We don't know," Philip said. "When everyone here has had his or her

say, Jimmy and I are going out again. Jimmy and his hacker are going to

attempt another breakin of the organization's computers, and search for

any evidence that Edward Collins is associated with them.

"I'm meeting tomorrow with a lawyer, a reliable associate of your

father's from the old days. I'm going to tell him to take immediate

action to take control of your finances away from Mr. Collins." Looking

at Carrie, he added, "I'm assuming you want that, Carrie, it's the only

prudent thing to do."

We all looked at Carrie, and she said, "Yes, of course. That's exactly

what we should do." She looked at Philip and Jimmy and thanked them both

from her heart. Then her analytical mind kicked in. "How are you

financing all of this, Philip? Can we keep this from Mr. Collins?"

"Don't worry about that," Philip said. "Beverly and I are taking care of

everything. Jimmy is billing Mr. Collins his usual fees, but we're

handling the additional expenses." Carrie looked unhappy about that

situation, but realized her options were few. She thanked Philip and

said she would make it up to him.

Everyone was in agreement that we needed to act fast, to get Carrie's

finances away from Collins, while at the same time trying to determine

if he was a threat to her. That left one big problem, Charlene.

"Why did you bring Carrie's sister here?" I asked, then thought of an

equally important question. "And are you sure she really is Carrie's

sister?"

"I'll answer the last question first," Philip said. "I met her several

times when she was a little girl. She remembered me, she called me by

name. She asked me if we were going to see Marnie now."

When she heard that, Carrie put her hands to her mouth and cried out.

Tears began running down her cheeks.

"Marnie was what Carrie's father called her, short for Marlene," Philip

explained. "The times I met Charlene, I was with her father. I heard him

tell her that some day she would meet her sister Marnie, and they would

become best friends."

Answering my first question, Philip said, "We brought her here because

we didn't know what else to do. She's been a Arthur Collins' slave for

many years now, she doesn't know how to be anything else. He kept her

locked in a room alone all this time. The only person she ever saw was

him, and he rarely spoke to her or let her speak. He just beat her and

fucked her." Looking at me, he said, "We thought you could help her. You

understand what's been done to her. Deprogram her, ease her back into

being a human being, do whatever you can to help her. Where else could

she go?"

I looked at Carrie, and she nodded. "We'll do anything we can to help

her," I told Philip.

"Why didn't anyone tell me I had a sister," Carrie asked.

"It was your father's decision not to tell you until he thought the time

was right. After his death, I had planned to tell you. But before I

could find a good time, the plane crash occurred. There didn't seem to

be any point after that."

We talked on for another hour. We discussed why Arthur Collins would do

such a thing. No one knew. Jimmy described the rescue, which wasn't as

interesting as I thought it would be. Charlene was locked in a dungeon

room, in the basement of a house owned by Arthur Collins. There was no

one else in the house, they just broke in and took her. She resisted

their attempts to take her away, then she silently offered them sex.

Ever the cynic, I couldn't help wondering how Jimmy would have handled

that situation if Philip hadn't been with him.

I ended the discussion on a sour note. I asked Jimmy if it was possible

to put back the records he had deleted from the organization's computer.

They looked at me like I was crazy, and asked why. "Well," I explained,

"in a short period of time, Carrie's, Charlene's, and my records were

deleted, then Charlene was taken away from her master. Where does the

finger point? If they had forgotten about us before this, they'll

remember us now."

Jimmy summarized the situation accurately, when he said, "Oh, shit!" He

said he didn't think it was possible, but they would replace our records

if it could be done. I told Jimmy he had done a fine job for us, and he

shouldn't feel bad if the records couldn't be replaced. At the time he

decided to delete them, it was the right decision.

Philip looked at me, and I knew what he wanted to say, but we had agreed

not to discuss it in front of Carrie. Deleting my records might be the

only thing that would keep me out of prison. I shrugged at him. I'd take

my chances if it kept Carrie safe.

While Carrie hovered nearby, with tears running down her cheeks, Jimmy

and I carried Charlene into the house and put her on the bed in the

guest bedroom. Jimmy looked at his watch, and said she would wake up in

another 4 or 5 hours. I looked at his watch and saw that it was 10:45. I

made a mental note that she would wake up sometime between 2:45 and

3:45. We left Carrie to extract her from the sleeping bag.

A few minutes later, Carrie came out of the guest bedroom and handed the

sleeping bag back to Jimmy. She looked at me with the saddest expression

I had ever seen on her. "Her back is covered with scars, from her

shoulders to her knees," Carrie said, then put her arms around me and

began sobbing.

As I was holding Carrie, Philip said it was time for he and Jimmy to go.

I thanked them again, and they started to leave. Still sobbing, Carrie

called out, "Philip, please kill the son of a bitch."

Philip walked over to us and put his hand on Carrie's shoulder. With a

wry grin that only I could see, he said, "If I agreed with you, that

would be conspiracy to commit murder, Carrie." Then he leaned close to

us and kissed her on the cheek. "He'll get everything he's got coming to

him," he whispered. Then he turned again to leave.

Still holding on to me, Carrie called after them, "Thank you Philip,

thank you Jimmy." Jimmy looked back and grinned as they left the room.

I heard the truck start up and then move off down the driveway. I took

Carrie into the living room, sat down on the couch, and pulled her into

my lap. She sobbed for awhile longer, then she looked up at me. "What

have I done to us?" she asked. "Can we do this?"

I smiled at her. "She's family. Do we have a choice?" I asked.

"I swear," she said, "I'll do everything. I'll take care of her. You

won't have to do anything, you won't know she's here. And I'll still be

your slave."

I kissed her. "Of course you'll still be my slave," I said. "As for the

other stuff you just said, don't say it again, or I'll think you've

forgotten that we're partners."

She laid her head on my shoulder. "Yes, William," she said.

We sat quietly for a long time, then I said, "We need to talk about how

we're going to behave when she wakes up." Carrie nodded. "I think we

should live our lives the way we always have. We'll tell her that you're

my Slave by your own choice, and try to explain what that means. She

won't get it at first, but as she watches us live our lives she'll

understand.

"We'll tell her she will never see her former Master again, and that

we're her Master and Mistress until she is able to decide for herself

what she wants. If she accepts that and will obey us, we can gradually

help her to start making her own decisions. But for now, you have to

remember that she's a slave. We'll transition her quickly from the

oppression she's used to, into a non-threatening environment. But we

can't expect her to make any important decisons right away. We'll have

to decide what's best for her, and tell her to do it."

Carrie said she agreed, then frowned. "What about sex?" she asked.

"I don't have the foggiest idea," I said. "You're my woman and the only

person I want to have sex with. I suggest we find out what she needs,

when she's able to tell us what she needs, and then decide how to

proceed. If we decide to include her in our sexual activities, my only

stipulation would be that I would never fuck her unless you were

present."

"Wow," Carrie said. She looked troubled. "What I meant was, how would we

make sure she wasn't around when we fucked?" She thought for a minute,

then said, "Everything you said makes sense. I know I have no right to

expect monogamous sex with you, but I don't want to share you, with my

half sister or anyone else."

I kissed her and said, "If that's what you decide, that's how it'll be.

You're all the woman I need." I decided that she needed to understand

right now that nothing was going to change between us, so I said, "Now

you will go to the bedroom, strip, find your housewear, and bring it to

me."

She looked like she wanted to object, but instead said, "Yes, William."

She crawled out of my lap and left for the bedroom.

Carrie returned in about 5 minutes. She stood naked in front of me and

offered me her housewear. I took it and tied it around her waist. "Is

she still sleeping?" I asked.

Carrie gave me a grin. "Nothing gets past you, does it?" she said. "I

couldn't resist looking in on her. Yes, she's still asleep."

"You checked on her before you undressed, didn't you?" I asked. She

nodded. "I think you should go check on her again, now that you're

naked. You're going to be naked most of the time, and you need to get

used being around her that way. Now's a good time to start, while she's

asleep."

"Yes, William," she said, and left for the guest bedroom. I waited a

minute, then followed her.

I stopped at the door and looked into the bedroom. Carrie was sitting on

the edge of the bed, talking quietly to her sleeping sister, telling her

she was safe now. For the first time I got a good look at Charlene's

face, everything else was under the covers. Her face was pretty, perhaps

elfin or pixy-like would be a good description. But she looked very

gaunt, she was obviously undernourished. She had very short hair, I

think dirty blonde would describe the color. I was never good at seeing

family resemblances, so it was no surprise that I didn't think she and

Carrie looked anything alike.

I quietly entered the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. Carrie

had finished what she wanted to say, she reached out and softly touched

the side of Charlene's face, then carefully got off of the bed. She

jumped when she turned and saw me, then she came up to me and hugged me.

We stood for a moment, arm in arm, looking down at her sister, then went

back to the living room.

We sat on the couch, Carrie curled up in my lap. I said, "I want to tell

you how proud I am of you. I'm proud of the way you got up the hill this

morning, I'm proud of how you supported me outside with Philip and

Jimmy, and I'm proud of how you're handling the situation with your

sister. You're the strongest woman I've ever known."

Carrie kissed me, but didn't reply for awhile. "I thought you were

overreacting at first, because Philip would never do anything to harm

me. But then I thought of Beverly, and wondered what choice he would

make if he were forced to choose between her and me, then I knew you

were right. We have to take the ultimate responsibility for our own

safety."

"In the light of what we learned this morning, I did overreact," I said.

"I believe we can depend on Jimmy and Philip, but you're right. We are

our own last line of defense."

After a long silence, Carrie said, "I'm hungry, William, could we please

have a quick lunch, then a long fuck?" I smiled, and Carrie hopped out

of my lap and pulled me off the couch.

I checked the time, and it was nearly 12:30. We had time for lunch and a

leisurely fuck, then time to shower and get ready for Charlene to wake

up. We prepared a sandwich and salad, and shared it in the kitchen,

standing at the counter.

After lunch, we went to Charlene's room and peeked in. She was still

sleeping. We went on to our bedroom, where Carrie turned in the middle

of the room and put her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry our life has

become so complicated," she said.

"It's not your fault," I said, "it's nobody's fault. You don't need to

feel bad about it. We'll do whatever needs to be done. We'll work it out

together, and our love and our partnership will go on unchanged." While

we kissed passionately, I looked across the room at Carrie's back in the

mirror. The bruise across her ass was beginning to fade. "Is your ass

still tender?" I asked her when we broke from the kiss.

She rubbed her ass cheeks with both hands. "No, not really," she said,

then gave me a wicked grin. I closed the bedroom door, then took Carrie

by the arm and led her to the bathroom. She was looking at me and

smiling. I closed the bathroom door and pointed to the tub. She walked

up to it, leaned over and grabbed the front edge with both hands.

Looking over her shoulder at me, she wiggled her ass seductively.

"You'll tell me immediately if you feel anything worse than the sting of

a spanking," I said. She assured me that she would. I stooped over and

gave her a big wet kiss on each cheek of her ass, then straightened up

and began spanking her.

I didn't keep count of how many times I hit her with my open palms. I

kept at it until she was crying and sobbing softly, then gave her a

final pat and told her it was over. she stood up and turned to face me.

With downcast eyes, she walked up to me until our bodies were in

contact. "Thank you, William. I've missed your spankings and I hope

you'll give me another one soon."

I put my hand under her chin and raised it up slightly. She knew I

wanted her to look at me, and that's what she did. I said, "I sometimes

have trouble hearing you when your eyes are lowered, please repeat what

you said." She obeyed. "I promise you'll get regular spankings from now

on," I said, then kissed her and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes.

I asked Carrie if she needed to use the toilet, and she said No, she

needed to be fucked. I opened the bathroom door, and when we went into

the bedroom Carrie ran and flopped onto the bed on her back. I went to

open the bedroom door before joining her.

When I opened the door, Charlene was standing on the other side. She

looked at me with fear in her eyes, then dropped to her knees, put her

forehead to the floor, and crossed her wrists behind her back. "Carrie,"

I said, "it's started a little sooner than we hoped."

"What do you mean," she asked. As I looked around at her, she sat up on

the bed and saw what I meant. "Oh, shit," she said softly. She scrambled

off the bed and came over to stand beside me. I put my finger to my

lips, indicating she should remain silent. She nodded in agreement, her

eyes locked on Charlene.

In the most nonthreatening voice I could muster, I said, "Please stand

up, Slave." Charlene immediately scrambled to her feet and assumed the

waiting pose, her eyes downcast. I didn't resist the urge to look her

over. She probably had a body men would drool for at one time, and

perhaps she would again. But for now, she was scrawny, perhaps on the

verge of malnutrition. Even at that, she had substantial breasts. I

guessed her body would be a close match for Carrie's if she was better

fed.

"Raise your eyes and look at us," I said. She looked me in the eyes for

a moment, but she couldn't hold my gaze, she lowered her eyes again.

"Please keep your eyes raised and look at Carrie," I said, indicating

with my hand that I meant the person standing next to me. She looked at

Carrie, who gave her a big smile. The faintest of smiles came to

Charlene's mouth, but only for an instant.

I reached out and took one of her hands in mine, and indicated to Carrie

that she should take the other one. We led her to the center of the

room, then I asked her to please kneel in the Learning Pose. She

immediately obeyed, then I sat crosslegged in front of her and to one

side. I indicated to Carrie she should do the same, then we each took

one of her hands again. She looked confused, but didn't resist. With my

free hand, I reached out to Carrie, and she immediately took my hand in

hers, pulled it to her mouth, and kissed it. Charlene saw that, but gave

no indication she knew what it meant.

"There is a lot you need to learn," I told her, "But first I need to

know, what is your Slave name?"

She spoke for the first time, so softly I had to strain to hear her.

"Master, this slave was never given a slave name, Master." She had been

kept by this bastard, this Arthur Collins, for years, and he never

bothered to give her a name. I decided that if Philip didn't kill him, I

would.

"Do you know what 'Informal Speech' means, Slave?"

She thought for a moment, then answered. "Master, this Slave was taught

about Informal Speech during it's training, but has always been required

to observe Formal Speech, Master." Now I wanted to hit something,

anything, but I tried to stay under control. I looked at Carrie, and she

was silently crying.

"You are now under Informal Speech rules, Slave. You may address me as

William, and you may address Carrie as Carrie." I gave her a big smile

when I said that last part, and she actually smiled back at me for an

instant. If she still understood humor, she wasn't completely dead

inside.

She looked up at me and actually held my gaze for the first time. "Yes,

... William," she said. I told her to say hello to Carrie. She looked at

Carrie, and said "Hello, Carrie." Carrie beamed at her and said hello,

and Charlene smiled back.

I gave her hand a squeeze, and she looked at me again. "Do you remember

the name Charlene?" I asked her. She was silent for a moment, then tears

welled up in her eyes.

"That was my name before I became a slave, William," she said quietly.

Then she made me feel really good by adding, "I was called Char." She

pronounced it as if it was spelled "Shar."

"Would you like to have the Slave name 'Char'?" I asked her.

"Would that be possible, ... William?" she asked. I nodded my head as I

smiled at her. "Then I would very much like to have the slave name

'Char', William," she said, her voice beginning to sound stronger.

"Then until further notice, or until you choose a different name for

yourself, you will be known as 'Char'," I told her. That last part

seemed to confuse her, but I tried to get her past it quickly. I looked

at Carrie. "Carrie, say hello to Char," I said.

"Hello, Char," Carrie said with a lot of emotion. Char looked at Carrie

and said hello to her again, her smile bigger this time.

Carrie asked a question I should have asked sooner. "Do you need to use

the toilet, Char?"

She quickly said, "Yes, Carrie, I need to use the toilet badly." Carrie

and I stood up and helped Char to her feet, and Carrie led her to the

bathroom. Now that we could communicate with her, Carrie would do better

than I at allaying her fears. I watched them go into the bathroom,

feeling new waves of anger sweep over me when I saw the network of scars

covering Char's back, ass, and thighs.

They came back into the bedroom after about 10 minutes. Carrie said,

"William, Char wants to know who we are, and when she will be returned

to her Master. I wasn't sure how to explain it to her."

"Are you hungry, Char?" I asked her.

"Yes, william, I'm very hungry," she quickly answered.

We took her to the kitchen, and I asked her to sit on the stool. "I'm

not allowed to sit," she said. I tried to assure her that the rules were

different here, but she was afraid to sit on the stool. Carrie brought a

pillow from the couch and put it on the floor, and we had her kneel on

the pillow.

Carrie made iced tea while I made a sandwich and microwaved a bowl of

soup. We moved the stool so it was in front of Char, and put the food on

the stool for her. She began tentatively eating, then hungrily devoured

the sandwich and began on the soup. When she tasted the iced tea, a big

smile came to her face. "I remember," she said softly.

When Char had finished eating, Carrie asked her if she wanted more. She

said she was full. Carrie and I cleaned up the kitchen, then took Char

by the hands and led her to the living room. She wouldn't sit on the

couch, so we sat and had her kneel in front of us.

"Do you want to return to your Master, Char?" I asked her.

"I'm his property, he owns me," she said quietly.

"If you could stay here with us, and never had to see your Master again,

would you like that?"

She looked at me, then at Carrie, then asked "Is Marnie here?"

Carrie almost lost it, but I took her hand and squeezed. She looked at

me and nodded that I should answer. "Yes," I told Char, "Marnie is here.

We have to talk about a few other things first, but we'll tell you about

Marnie very soon."

Char was quiet for a minute, looking back and forth from me to Carrie.

Finally she said, "My Master would hurt me if I tried to leave him."

"Your Master will never hurt you again," I said forcefully. "You never

have to see your Master again. Do you remember Philip and Jimmy?"

She nodded. "They took me from my Master," she said.

"Philip and Jimmy and Carrie and I will protect you. You belong to

Carrie and me now. Your old Master can't hurt you ever again," I said,

looking into her eyes.

She held my gaze for a moment. "I'd like to stay here with you and

Carrie," she said in a whisper.

Carrie got off the couch and knelt in front of Char, then hugged her.

Char was passive at first, then slowly put her arms around Carrie. After

a few moments, Carrie kissed Char on the cheek and then took both her

hands. Neither of them showed the least awareness that they were naked.