Hi, readers, this is Charlene. I've never written a story before, and

this is really hard for me. Please try to be patient with me.

The earlier chapters were all written by Carrie's and my Master,

William, whom I now call Bill, but he doesn't want to write any more. We

agree the story should be finished, but Bill is done with it, so I'm

going to try my hand at writing.

What I'm going to write won't make much sense if you haven't read the

previous chapters, fair warning. If you have read the previous chapters,

then you know how I talk, usually simple and direct. The dialog Bill

wrote for me is how I really talk, and I guess I'll write the same way.

I'm not trying to apologize for that, I just mentioned it so you won't

think I'm dumb or something.

I have to get one thing out of the way before I try to explain any more.

I've read all the chapters Bill wrote, and he accurately reported

everything I was part of. If you think Bill and Carrie came across as

cold and manipulating when I first joined them, you're right. Bill told

that part of the story truthfully, even though it made he and Carrie

look pretty bad for awhile. We've talked about it a lot, and they

admitted that they treated me like shit. They've apologized, and I've

accepted their apology. They had their reasons, but that doesn't excuse

it, especially on Bill's part.

I knew they were treating me badly, but my options were pretty limited,

so what could I do but play their game? Anyway, it worked out Ok for us.

We all fell in love with each other, and we became a family. One of the

happiest times of my life has been with Bill and Carrie, so I have no

regrets for any of it.

Now that's out of the way, I'll try to wrap up "Training Carrie."

The reason Bill won't finish our story is, he doesn't want to write the

next sentence, or the story that leads up to it.

Carrie is dead. She was shot to death about six months ago.

I didn't want to save that for last, and have everybody pissed off when

the story finished with her death. So there it is, the secret's out, you

know how it will end now. If you don't want to read any more, I'll

understand, no hard feelings. I sure don't look forward to writing about

it.

I still grieve for the loss of my sister, but I think my years of forced

slavery gave me a way to cope with it. I feel really sad over Carrie's

death, but I'm determined to keep going in spite of it. If you don't

keep going during the hard parts, you might miss something wonderful

that's just ahead. Sometimes I wonder if Bill can keep going, I'm afraid

he'll just stop one day.

If Bill stops, he'll die. I'm trying as hard as I can to prevent that. I

pleaded with him to go to a shrink. Finally, he said he would go if I

went too. I immediately agreed, but then he backed out. He said therapy

was bullshit, and he was just sad, not crazy. I try to get him to talk

to me about what he feels, but he won't do that either.

I tried to get him to finish this story, I told him it would be good to

put his feelings into words. He finally got pissed off at me. I was glad

for that, because it's better to feel anger than not to feel anything at

all. He said if the goddammed story was so important, I should finish it

myself and quit bugging him about it, so that's what I'm doing.

The events Bill described in the previous chapters happened about three

years ago. Of course, the very first part happened a year and a half

before that, at the organization. It was Carrie's idea that he put our

story in writing. It's mostly their story, Bill's and Carrie's, but I

had a part in it too. Bill finally agreed to try writing it all down,

because in the end he always gave in to anything Carrie or I really

wanted. Where the last chapter ended is how far he had gotten when

Carrie was killed.

I can't describe all that happened since the last chapter, too much time

has passed. It seems like Bill could remember everything we did and

every word we spoke, but I usually can't do that. A lot has happened to

us.

I'm not Bill's slave any more. Neither was Carrie when she died. Don't

get me wrong, we were still together, and we would have done anything he

asked, anything at all. But he never asked, there was no need any more.

We still slipped up occasionally and called him "William" or "Sir." I

was especially bad at that. Bill would just frown and let it pass. The

only exception was, he'd let us call him "Master" once in a while in the

heat of passion. We all knew it was silly, but he really liked it.

Carrie thought it was funny, she'd call him "Master" whenever she felt

like he had gone the extra mile to satisfy us. Not that he had any

trouble doing that, he was more than a match for the two of us. We

always felt thoroughly fucked.

If you need a word to describe what our relationship had become, it was

a marriage. Bill and Carrie actually were married. They married one

another in a civil ceremony, soon after we found out Carrie was

pregnant. Uncle Phil and I were their witnesses.

Then, the same day as their marriage, we had what we thought of as our

real wedding. The only people present, other than the three of us, were

Uncle Phil and his wife Beverly. Each of us took vows which married us

to the other two. I don't know what the name is for that, or if it has a

name. I don't think polygamy is right, because Carrie and I didn't just

marry the same man, we also married one another. Anyway, whether or not

it has a name, it was what we all wanted and it was the happiest day of

my life.

We had long ago abandoned our master/slave rituals, as well as bondage,

flogging, and other such stuff, so there was nothing racy about the

ceremony. That didn't stop Bev from being upset over the three-way

wedding and over Carrie and I being half sisters, but she did a good job

of keeping her opinions to herself, except for one time.

I think Bev had a little too much to drink. She asked me if I was

Carrie's husband, or if she was my husband. Bill and Carrie were a few

feet away, and Carrie came to my rescue at once. She said, "If you're

really interested, Bev, I'm Bill's wife and I'm also Char's wife. Char

is Bill's wife, and she's also my wife. Does that explain it to your

satisfaction?"

"Carrie dear, that doesn't even make sense," Bev said sincerely.

Carrie gave her a hard look. "It makes perfect sense to the three of us,

and that's all that matters," she said. "If you want to discuss it any

further, talk to me, not to Char." Bev apologized, although I'm sure she

didn't know what she was apologizing for. Carrie kissed her, and that

was the end of the matter. Carrie was always quick to shield me from

anything unpleasant. For a long time I thought it was because she felt

sorry for the life I had been forced to live. But that was wrong, she

just loved me and thought of me as her little sister.

The wedding was about nine months ago, three months before Carrie died.

I'm sorry, I know I'm doing a poor job of telling this story. I've

started over six or seven times. But every time, I immediately start

jumping around in time and explaining things out of order. I'm not

starting over again, so I hope you can put the pieces together for

yourself.

I want to talk about some of the events of that first wonderful Winter,

at Carrie's house in New Mexico, some things that Bill hadn't covered.

After a rocky start, we had become a family. We all understood that

Bill's and Carrie's love for me wasn't as strong as their love for each

other. But they made me feel loved and needed, and I loved them as much

as I've ever loved anybody.

Looking back on the event, it seems funny now, but the shit really hit

the fan when Uncle Phil finally returned from his travels. He first told

us the good news, he was convinced that Edward Collins had nothing to do

with the organization, and had no knowledge of what his son had done to

me or to his mother. Nevertheless, Mr. Collins had been stripped of

reponsibility for managing Carrie's fortune, because legal actions like

that are hard to stop once they're set in motion. We found out then that

Carrie was worth $230 million and change. Uncle Phil also delivered

packages containing all of the stuff Carrie and I had ordered from the

internet, meaning I finally had some clothes that fit me.

The shit hitting the fan part came when we were sitting around talking

with Uncle Phil, his first day back. No one had warned me that it was a

sensitive subject, so I let it out that I was now Bill's slave. (Back

then, I was William's slave, I've never actually been Bill's slave, I

hope that's clear.) I think "going apeshit" is the best description for

Uncle Phil's reaction. "I told you to rehabilitate her, not to make her

your slave," he screamed at Bill. I think he also accused Bill of trying

to start a cult, but I'm not sure what he meant by that. Bill just sat

quietly and listened to Uncle Phil rant, until he finally ran out of

nasty things to say.

When Uncle Phil finally shut up, Carrie explained calmly that this was

the best way to introduce me back into the world, and that I wasn't

being forced into anything, just as she wasn't. "Just look at her, talk

to her," Carrie said. "Do you remember how she acted when you first

found her? That was less than two weeks ago, Philip. I'd have to say

she's pretty goddamned rehabilitated, wouldn't you?" I spoke up, and

told Uncle Phil that I was happier than I had ever been, and that I was

doing what I wanted to do. There wasn't much he could say to Carrie and

me, but he was still plenty pissed off at Bill. During the whole thing,

Bill never said a word or acted upset, he just sat and listened to what

everybody had to say.

Uncle Phil took days to get over his anger. Bill acted like nothing had

happened, and in a few weeks they were back on friendly terms. Bill did

take Carrie's suggestion, though, for a few days after the flareup he

kept the two of us dressed when Uncle Phil was around. That gave me a

good chance to try out my new clothes, which all fit perfectly.

That was only a few days after I had given myself to William. (From now

on, I'm going to refer to him as William when we were his slaves, and

Bill when we weren't. Deal with it.) I know what you're thinking, I gave

myself to him more than once. But the last time was the one that

counted, that was the time I freely chose to be a slave. It was during

Carrie's big "Story of O" drama. I was pissed off by the way he was

treating her, and I gave him hell for it. Then I finally realized what

it was doing to him. The effort, to give Carrie the experience she

wanted, was eating him up inside. And instead of helping him, I was

making it harder for him. Somehow, out of that experience, I knew I

wanted to be his. I knew the best place I could possibly be was at his

feet, and that I would always be safe and cherished there. Being a slave

against my will had been an exercise in suppressed rage and humiliation.

But being William's willing slave was the most liberating experience I

could ever imagine. I had found my home. Being at Carrie's side, serving

William, gave me more pleasure and satisfaction than I ever thought I

could feel.

For a few weeks after the Uncle Phil blowup, William let us do pretty

much whatever we wanted. It was a time of bonding for Carrie and I,

which I'm sure was exactly why William gave us that time. We became

inseparable, except for the nights we had alone in bed with William. I

loved having him all to myself, and so did Carrie. But Carrie agreed

when I told her that the first few nights I had to spend alone in the

guest bedroom, while William was banging her, were pretty lonely and

miserable. We both agreed not to masturbate on those nights when we

slept alone. I never did, although I often wanted to. I don't think

Carrie did either. Even though she could cum on an instant's notice any

time she wanted to, I don't think she ever did, except during sex or

when William commanded her to.

One result of the new sleeping schedule was, I found out about Carrie's

fear of recapture, what William called her "night terrors." The second

night I had alone with William, Carrie came running into the bedroom. It

was about four in the morning, and William and I were sound asleep. She

woke us up, and started tallking nonsense about William abandoning her.

William pulled her into bed between us and reassured her until she

finally calmed down. When he was sure Carrie was back to normal, her

made her apologize to me for intruding on a "solo night," as we had

started calling it. He also made Carrie tell me the whole story of her

panic attacks and her fear of being taken by the organization.

After I heard Carrie's story, I told them I would never have suggested

the new sleeping arrangements if I had known Carrie was afraid of waking

up alone. I said we should resume sleeping all together. But Carrie

objected, she said my idea for solo nights was a great one, and that we

both enjoyed being alone with William and also being alone with each

other. At that point she started to get out of our bed to return to the

guest bedroom, but we both pulled her back and made her stay with us,

and we all eventually drifted off to sleep. But when the alarm went off,

William made Carrie leave us and return to her bed, while he and I had a

long morning fuck by ourselves. That's a good example of how William

never favored Carrie over me in bed, even though he had much stronger

feelings for her than he did for me.

During our weeks of freedom, Carrie resumed regular exercise and weight

training. William asked me to listen to her talk during her exercise,

and told me how to tell if she was working too hard or not hard enough.

After watching her a few times, I decided to try the elliptical machine

workout myself. William said it would be good for me, to exercise while

I was putting on weight. So it became an after breakfast ritual for

Carrie and I. On the days she did elliptical, I would do my workout

after she finished. On the days Carrie did weights, I would do a shorter

elliptical workout and talk to her while she was doing the weights. I

had never done exercises before, and I loved it. Carrie and I worked out

together nearly every day after that, whenever we could, right up until

she died. I still do it, but it's not as much fun without Carrie.

Another thing we did a lot of was walking. Whenever it wasn't raining,

which was nearly every day, we would go for a long walk after lunch.

Most days we went to the top of the picnic hill, but we rarely had

fucking sessions up there, it was too cold. Carrie and William still

talked about going up the hill for a fuck in the snow, but I wasn't sure

if they actually intended to do it. They kept in practice, though.

Occasionally, on days that weren't too cold, we would dress Carrie in

her rubber leotard and bondage gear, put the backpack, blindfold and

earplugs on her, and William would drive her up the hill using reins

attached to her labia rings.

I asked them if I could learn to be Carrie's driver, and they

enthusiastically agreed. After hours of practice in the basement, one

day William said it was my turn to drive outside. I got Carrie all the

way up the hill my first time, and she never fell once. At the top,

Carrie said I was a wonderful driver, and she thanked me. I felt great

about it. I knew it was a silly thing we were doing, but still it felt

like a real accomplishment to me. I then asked them if I could learn to

be a pony, I wanted Carrie to drive me up the hill.

Carrie had already given me some training, with reins attached to my

nipples by dental floss. We resumed my training in earnest, and in a few

days William said I was ready to go outside. I was still too skinny to

wear Carrie's rubber suit, but we found that I could wear a

loose-fitting, heavy sweater, with the reins coming out of the neck hole

of the sweater, and Carrie could steer me just fine. So I had my first

outside pony trial. I didn't wear the backpack, William said that could

come later. I was dressed warmly in jeans and the sweater, with my

wrists clipped together behind my back. I was blindfolded, but William

wouldn't agree to earplugs yet.

Carrie steered me around the house a few times, then we set off on the

trail. It was much harder than I could have guessed. Even walking on

level ground was hard, each step had to be taken carefully to avoid

stumbling or tripping over stuff. I was pretty clumsy, but I never

actually fell until we got to the steep terrain. I was tired by then,

and my foot caught a rock. I couldn't recover in time, and I went down,

twisting onto my side as Carrie and William had drilled me to do. I

wasn't hurt at all, but after they helped me up William and Carrie said

I had done enough for my first outing. I was embarassed, and apologized

to them for falling, but they both insisted that I had done a fine job,

and I would soon be at the top of the hill. They were right, on my

fourth attempt I made the hilltop, blindfolded and with earplugs,

although still no backpack.

Unknown to me, William had carried several blankets and a canteen. When

we reached the top, Carrie removed my blindfold, earplugs, and reins,

then she unclasped my wrists. The first thing I saw was William

spreading a blanket, and I couldn't help grinning. He saw my expression,

and said, "You've earned it, how do you want it?"

It was pretty chilly up there, but the sun felt warm. I dropped onto the

blanket and began removing my shoes and jeans. "I want it every way I

can get it, from both of you," I said, looking up at the faces of my

lovers. They both lay down beside me and pulled a second blanket over

us. After removing my sweater, they began slowly and lovingly caressing

and kissing every inch of my body. When they finished fucking me, I was

so tired and wrung out that I could barely stand up. It took me almost

as long to get back down the hill as it had taken me to climb it. After

we got below the steep terrain, William offered to carry me the rest of

the way home, but I wouldn't let him.

At Thanksgiving, William and Carrie made a traditional dinner. We had a

big turkey, dressing, all sorts of vegetables, pumpkin pie, the works.

Uncle Phil and Bev came up to our house for dinner, it was like a family

reunion. I had been thoroughly briefed about what subjects to avoid

around Bev. She knew Carrie and I had been slaves, but she had no idea

that we were William's slaves, or that William had worked at the

organization. There were no incidents, although Bill and Uncle Phil had

to skilfully change the subject a couple of times. I had a great time,

overate a lot, and dozed off on the couch after dinner. Unfortunately, I

was holding a half-full glass of wine when I dozed off. I was ashamed

that I had spilled the wine, but William kissed me on the cheek and told

me to forget it, no harm was done. Carrie teased me about it for a long

time after that, whenever we had wine with our meal.

Part of the reason I got so relaxed on Thanksgiving was the good news

Uncle Phil delivered to us while we ate. He had known since the previous

day, but he wanted to tell us at Thanksgiving dinner. The organization

had been busted. The training center was closed, over three hundred

slaves had been found and put into protective custody, and nearly

everyone involved was in jail. The best news was that William was not

going to be implicated in any way, but the bad news was, there wasn't

enough evidence to prosecute my brother. That was partly because

Carrie's investigator had done a good job of destroying my files in the

organization's computer. Of course, I could have testified against

Arthur, although I didn't want to do that. But Uncle Phil said my

testimony alone wouldn't be enough to put him away, so I wouldn't have

to do it. Uncle Phil said not to worry, Arthur couldn't hurt me any

more, and eventually he would get what was coming to him.

The day after Thanksgiving, after Carrie and I finished our workouts,

William took us to the bedroom. He was carrying his crop. He said our

vacation was over, and it was time for us to get back under control. I

wasn't sure what he meant, but I didn't worry, because I saw Carrie

smile, and heard her say in a whisper, "Thank God." He stripped us, then

took us to the bathroom and told us to give one another a thorough enema.

After I was kneeling, with my wrists crossed behind my back and my

forehead on the floor, William corrected my posture, nudging me with the

crop but not striking me, until I was correctly Posed. Only then would

he let Carrie put the enema tube into me and start the flow. I had to

hold the fluid in by body while I gave Carrie her enema. Then, after

Carrie and I had thoroughly cleaned and dried the enema equipment,

William ordered me to sit on the toilet. He and Carrie knelt in front of

me, kissing and caressing me, until I started to cramp a little. Then

William told me to expel the enema.

When was finished, Carrie took my place. William and I gave her the same

loving treatment I had received. He made her wait longer than I had

waited, until she was obviously in pain. When he gave her permission,

she thanked William before releaing her enema. I hadn't thanked him, and

I made a mental note to correct that lapse the next time. As much as I

wanted to be William's perfect slave, and as hard as I tried, Carrie

always had more to teach me. I guess I could have resented her, but I

didn't. It was always my goal to be as close to Carrie, as close to

perfection, as I could get.

After Carrie and I had used the bidet and dried each other, William took

us back to the bedroom and had us undress him. He sat in his favorite

chair and told Carrie to suck him until he was hard. Then he had me sit

in his lap, while Carrie guided his hard cock into my pussy. "Keep me

hard, but don't let me cum," he told me. Then he had Carrie kneel in

front of us, her knees spread wide apart.

William left Carrie on her knees for several minutes. She sat with her

back perfectly straight, her hands resting on her thighs, palms up and

fingers straight. She was looking at the two of us and smiling, while I

gently squeezed William's cock with my vaginal muscles. Finally, William

said, "Play with your breasts and nipples, Carrie. Show us what you like

to have done to you." Carrie immediately put her hands to her breasts.

She cupped her breasts, then began caressing them with her fingers and

palms. After a few minutes of that, she took each nipple between her

fingers and thumb and began rolling, pulling, and squeezing them. Then,

one at a time, she cupped each breast and raised it until she was able

to reach the nipple with her mouth. She was able to lick, suck, and

nibble her own nipples. The whole time, she kept her eyes locked on

William and me. I noticed that her pussy had become wet. William noticed

too, he said, "You may cum whenever you wish, but I would prefer that

you wait until I tell you."

"I'll wait until you say, William, then I'll cum," she said. I was

getting turned on, watching Carrie perform for us under William's

control. I was starting to squeeze William's cock faster and harder. He

warned me that I would be punished if I allowed him to cum before Carrie

did, and I immediately slowed down and began concentrating on pleasing

my Master rather than myself.

Carrie continued playing with her breasts and looking at us. She was

dripping from her pussy. "Carrie, stop," William said quietly. She

immediately stopped and rested her hands on her thighs. I noticed that

her face was flushed and her breathing was a little rapid. After another

minute, William said, "Get on your hands and knees, show us your pussy

and ass." Carrie immediately got on all fours and shuffled around until

her ass was facing us. "Forehead to the floor, spread your cheeks wide

with your hands," William said. I couldn't understand what he was doing,

why he was making Carrie put on this show for us. It didn't matter to

Carrie, she would do anything for him. She reached around with both

hands and pulled her ass cheeks so far apart that her sphincter was

partially opened.

William continued to put Carrie through her paces, telling her exactly

what he wanted. He had her play with her sphincter, running her fingers

around the outside, then penetrating herself. Up on her knees, her back

arched backward so far that it made me ache to watch, he had her put the

index finger of each hand inside her asshole, then pull herself open for

us to see. After that, he let her relax a little while she fucked

herself in the ass with her thumb.

After turning Carrie back around to face us, he had her grasp her labia

and pull them open, revealing the creamy, pearly insides of her pussy.

As soon as she was facing us again, she locked her eyes on us. She

smiled at us the whole time, I never saw a hint of selfconsciousness or

embarassment. Her thighs were wet with the juices that had flowed from

her pussy while she was playing with her ass.

William had her play with her pussy and clit for another fifteen

minutes. Twice, he stopped her for a minute, and then told her to

resume. She obeyed perfectly. Then, without warning, he told her to cum.

She came immmediately, her eyes locked on us. At the same instant, I

felt William cum inside me. I didn't think I was near an orgasm, but I

also came a few seconds after William.

As we were all coming down from our orgasms, William told Carrie to

assume the Waiting Pose. Then he put his hands on my trembling

shoulders. "You were wonderful, Char. Wasn't she great, Carrie?" he said.

Carrie gave me a big smile. "She's adorable, William, she's perfect."

"I didn't do anything," I said. I didn't know why they were

complimenting me, I really didn't do anything. But Carrie did, she did

something I didn't understand, and didn't think I could do. I wanted to

say something to Carrie, to respond to the unselfconscious, perfectly

obedient, totally submissive display I had witnessed, but I couldn't

find the words.

We all held our positions until William's soft cock finally pulled out

of my pussy. He kissed the back of my neck, and said, "Char, stand up

please, so Carrie can clean me off." I got up and stood beside him.

Carrie walked over on her knees, took William's cock in her mouth and

cleaned him thoroughly. When she released him, he was already partially

hard again.

Taking Carrie's head in his hands, he pulled her to him and kissed her,

then told her to clean my pussy. She walked over to me, still on her

knees. After smiling up at me, she put a hand on each cheek of my ass

and pulled me to her mouth. While Carrie's tongue was inside me, licking

up William's cum, all I could think of was how I would feel if William

made me do what I had watched her do. I came again. I was embarassed,

but then William stood up and kissed me on the lips and told me he loved

me.

When Carrie had finished cleaning my pussy, William pulled her to her

feet and told her he loved her. She smiled and lowered her eyes. He

said, "Let's grab some lunch, relax for awhile, and then it'll be Char's

turn."

I gulped. "I'm not sure I can do what Carrie did," I said softly.

"That's Ok, Char, I'm sure you can," William said.

"It's easy, Sweetie," Carrie said, kissing me on the cheek. "It's the

simplest thing in the world. All you have to do is obey."