It's still Charlene. I was wrong, thinking I could wrap this up in one

chapter. As I got into telling the story, it seemed more important to

tell about some of the small events that shaped our relationship. I'm

starting to like writing, I keep thinking of more things to write about.

But if I get boring and you lose interest, you know what to do.

Back to the story now. No, wait. First, I want to tell something from

the present, it just happened. Bill read the last chapter. I had told

him I finished one chapter, and it was going to take more writing to

finish the story. He said it didn't matter, to do whatever I wanted. But

then he went and read it. I asked him what he thought, I was afraid he'd

object to some of the things I said about him, or what I said about

Carrie's death. But he just kissed me and said it was good. That's a

good sign, don't you think? I think it is. Now, back to the story.

All during lunch, I worried about what I was going to have to do, making

myself more and more nervous. Carrie knew it was bugging me. She kept

trying to get me to talk. Finally, she said, "Do you not love me any

more, after what you watched me do?"

"Of course I still love you. I'll always love you," I said.

"And I'll still love you after you do it," she said. "Nothing will be

taken from you, you'll simply be asked to give. You'll be asked by

someone you love, and someone who loves you. You'll do it in front of

people you love, and people who love you. It's another way we can share

ourselves. Don't make it into more than that."

Carrie and I were both kneeling in our chairs at the dining room table.

William had kept us naked, and wouldn't let us sit. In fact, he kept us

naked that whole weekend, except for the times we went out walking. I

reached across the table and took her hand. "Thank you, that's exactly

what I needed," I said.

I looked at William. He smiled at me, and said, "You still have

barriers, Char. Carrie has let down nearly all of her barriers, and it's

time for you to begin doing the same. Open yourself completely to us."

I should have kept silent at that point, or simply said, "Yes, Sir." But

I was still nervous about what would happen after lunch, and I was

feeling defensive. I said, "Does that include opening my womb for your

hand, William?" Carrie had told me about how William had penetrated her

with his whole hand, and how wonderful and overpowering it had been for

her. To me it sounded like something I would hate.

He looked surprised, something I haven't seen very often. But my

question didn't rattle him. "It sounds like you wouldn't like that," he

said. After a pause, he continued. "No, I wasn't thinking of putting my

hand in your womb. Although Carrie enjoyed the experience, it was wrong

of me to force her into accepting my hand in her pussy the first time.

So you will have to ask for that, if you decide some day that you want

it." With a wry grin, he added, "Carrie's hand is smaller than mine."

When I heard that last part, I concentrated really hard on not looking

at Carrie. "What kind of barriers do you think I have, that I need to

lower, William?" I asked.

He thought for a few moments. Then he said, "Do you know when your next

period will start? What did Arthur do when you were having your period?"

I saw Carrie frown when William asked me the question about my brother.

She didn't know William and I had discussed details of my captivity

before. William knew it didn't bother me that much to talk about it.

"He left my pussy alone until it was over, William," I answered. "What

will you do with me during my period?"

He smiled. "Everything," he said.

I quickly looked over at Carrie. She grinned and nodded her head. She

said, "He'll change your tampons and clean your pussy, too. I imagine

he'll have me help." I looked at William. Still smiling at me, he nodded.

I had completely lost track of time since coming here, but I guessed it

would probably be less than a week before my period. I had said too

much, it was time for me to shut up, but I couldn't believe the words I

heard coming out of my mouth. I looked at William and said, "Please help

me lower all of my barriers, William. I want to be completely open to

you and Carrie."

I heard Carrie gasp. When I glanced over at her, I saw the most

beautiful smile I had ever seen. She reached a hand out toward me, then

pulled it back and looked at William. I looked at him, and he offered me

his hand. I eagerly took his hand in mine, then I reached out to Carrie.

She had tears running down her cheeks as she took my hand. "I told you

she was adorable," Carrie said as she sobbed softly.

"That she is," he said, smiling at me. "Let's relax for a little while

before we go back to the bedroom." He squeezed my hand, and said, "I

don't want you worrying about anything. We love you, and we'll always

love you."

"I know," I said. "I'll always love both of you."

We cleaned up the lunch mess, then William took us to the living room.

Ignoring our nakedness, he had Carrie sit on the couch, then sat me

beside her, so close that our shoulders and thighs were pressed

together. As soon as I was seated, Carrie took my hand in hers and

squeezed, then kissed me on my cheek. When William turned and walked

toward the bookcase, Carrie whispered, "I'm going to read to you."

William returned with a book. He handed it to Carrie, then sat down

beside her. He put a hand on her leg, his fingers resting lightly

against the inside of her thighs. She rested the book on her thigh, then

took his hand in hers and moved it up to her pussy. He grasped her outer

pussy lip and began rubbing it gently between his thumb and fingers and

playing with her rings.

Carrie then moved our joined hands up to the top of her thigh. Letting

go of my hand, she took my wrist and moved my hand to her pussy. I began

to slowly caress her, the knuckles of my hand rubbing against William's.

Carrie sighed, then picked up the book, opened it to a bookmark and

began reading. William immediately interrupted her and said, "Relax,

Char. Don't think about anything, just listen to the beautiful voice."

William leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. Carrie

smiled, then resumed reading. I looked at the title at the top of the

page she was reading. It was "Treasure Island." I leaned back, closed my

eyes, and did as my Master commanded.

Carrie's voice was soothing and relaxing. I didn't know anything about

"Treasure Island," it wasn't my kind of story. But it was so pleasant

and calming to listen to her, I didn't really care what she was reading

about. It seemed like only minutes had passed, then I heard William's

voice saying it was time.

Carrie stopped reading. She put the bookmark into the book, closed it,

then leaned forward and put the book on the coffee table. William got

up, then took Carrie's hand and pulled her to her feet. He reached down

to me, and I put my hand in his. As he pulled me off the couch, he said,

"Are you ready, Beautiful?"

I knew I wasn't beautiful, but he made me feel I was beautiful to him. I

realized that I wasn't at all nervous or fearful. I really was ready.

"Yes, William," I answered, "I'll do anything you want."

In the bedroom, William sat in his chair and Carrie took her place

standing beside him. I stood in front of him, awaiting his command.

after a long minute, he said, "Char, would you please get me hard with

your mouth?"

"Yes, Sir," I said as I dropped to my knees. I knew it was Ok to use my

hands if I wanted, but instead I crossed my wrists behind my back. Even

though he was only using me as a fluffer, I wanted him to know how

important it was for me to please him. I gave him the best blow job I

know how to give, until finally he groaned, thanked me, and told me to

move back.

Staying on my knees, I moved back far enough to let Carrie step between

William and I. As she sat down in his lap, I guided William's cock into

her pussy. When she was seated, I looked up at her. She was smiling down

at me. She silently formed the word "Wow" with her lips. I smiled back,

thrilled that she had complimented me. Then I shuffled back about three

feet.

I knelt as I had seen Carrie kneel earlier, holding my back straight and

my head erect. My hands rested, palms up, on my open thighs. I looked at

Carrie and William and smiled, waiting for William to command me.

Long minutes passed, and William remained quiet. He and Carrie continued

to look at me, and I looked back at them. I knew the waiting was part of

my test, but it was becoming a strain. I wanted to speak, to ask William

what I should do. I was very close to doing that several times, but each

time I was able to resist. Finally he spoke to me.

"During your captivity, you spent long periods of time alone, didn't

you?" I should have expected that, but it surprised me. I said Yes, he

was correct.

"Did you ever masturbate when you were alone?" he asked.

"Yes, I jilled off a lot," I said. "It was the only pleasure I got." I

knew what was coming next, and I was ready. I was determined to do

whatever he wanted.

"Show us how you gave yourself pleasure. Masturbate until you cum," he

commanded me gently.

"Do I have to stay on my knees?" I asked.

"No, you may assume any position you prefer," William said, "as long a

we can see your face. Keep looking at us, don't close your eyes."

I began immediately, moving one hand to my breasts and one to my pussy.

I put on a very private and personal show for William and Carrie. I

couldn't have done it for anyone else, and I won't describe it in

detail. Maybe you think it was hard to obey William, the part about

looking at them the whole time. That's wrong, he made it easy for me.

With my eyes locked on my lovers, I wasn't masturbating any longer. I

was making love to them, offering them my body, showing them how I liked

to be touched, showing them how to make use of me. I put on a long,

grueling demonstration, determined to show them everything. I wanted

them to not only know how to please me, but also how to frustrate me,

how to drive me nearly crazy by taking me to the edge, holding me there,

then pulling me back. Again and again I took myself close, so close it

took every ounce of my willpower to ease back.

Before I let myself cum the first time, I was trembling, sweating, and

my pussy was flowing like a faucet. William would have let me stop after

that, but I begged him to let me continue. After resting for a minute on

my knees, my eyes locked on William and Carrie, I began the second part.

I showed them all the ways I knew to get me off quickly. Some were

brutal, ways Arthur had found to humiliate me. I had never before

considered doing any of that to myself, but I did it for William and

Carrie, because I wanted to give them everything. I lost track of how

many times I came, how many times I cried out in pain. That's the only

time in my life I ever hurt myself on purpose. Finally, I said I was too

tired to do any more. "You've done more than enough, Char, I'm very

proud of you," William said.

Carrie made a move then to come to me, but William put a hand on her

shoulder and restrained her. When she had relaxed back into his lap, he

said, "Please stand up, Carrie, so your sister can clean me off." As

soon as Carrie stood, I walked to William on my knees. Again crossing my

wrists behind my back, I took his cock in my mouth and began cleaning

him.

I didn't know if William had cum until I tasted it on his cock. After

cleaning him thoroughly, I carefully released his cock from my mouth. I

said, "Thank you, William. May I please clean my sister's pussy now?" He

kissed me, then gave me permission. I thanked him again, then shuffled

over to Carrie on my knees.

I looked up, meeting Carrie's gaze. "Poor baby, you're exhausted," she

said. She spread her thighs and squatted slightly. I wrapped my arms

around her hips, locked my hands together behind her ass, and rested my

upper arms on her thighs, using her to support myself. I covered her

pussy with my open mouth and proceeded to lick and suck every drop of

fluid I could get from her. When I finished, Carrie and William helped

me to my feet and led me to the bed. They told me to climb onto the bed

and lie down on my back, then they lay down beside me, William on my

right side and Carrie on my left. Their bodies were pressed tightly

against me, and they tenderly caressed me and kissed me.

I'm not sure how long we lay together, I was so exhausted that I fell

asleep for part of the time. Finally I was able to speak, and I thanked

them both for allowing me to open myself to them. Carrie had tears in

her eyes. William again told me how proud he was.

The daily spankings started the next day. William always kept us

guessing about the times, but at some time each day I would have to

spank Carrie. Then, at some other time, Carrie would spank me. It could

happen at any time, from the minute we got out of bed in the morning

right up until we were going to bed at night. Some days I got it first,

other days Carrie did. I thought it was best to get the spanking early

in the day, and get it over with. Otherwise I began anticipating it and

dreading it, especially if dinner was over and I still hadn't been

spanked yet. That's how it seemed to me, but Carrie loved it whenever it

happened. She would have liked two or three spankings a day, rather than

just the one.

Except for the very first spanking William gave me, I never enjoyed the

spankings. After Carrie and I had spanked each other daily for a month,

William told me I could choose whether or not my spankings would

continue, just as he had promised I could. I came very close to asking

for them to stop, but I knew I would have to continue spanking Carrie no

matter how I chose. I couldn't stand the idea of causing her pain every

day, without suffering the same thing myself. I know that was stupid,

because Carrie liked the pain and I didn't. But I asked for my spankings

to continue anyway.

William knew I didn't really want to be spanked. He said I would have

another chance to stop them in another month. I don't know if he told

Carrie I was doing it for her, or if she figured it out for herself. She

said she would ask William to stop spanking both of us, but I begged her

not to do that, and she never did. The spankings kept Carrie from

thinking about other ways she could get pain, she needed them.

Every month I had a chance to stop my spankings, and every month I asked

for them to continue. It was a small price to pay for the joy I felt,

being with William and Carrie every day. But I never liked being spanked.

My period came just about when I thought it would. It was like Carrie

said it would be. William wouldn't let me do anything for myself, he and

Carrie took care of everything for me. Even during my heaviest flow,

William would fuck my pussy in the shower. He and Carrie would also

tongue my clit, usually in the shower, but not always. I didn't have any

tongues jammed up my slit during my period, but they made me feel well

fucked every day, like it was no big deal.

Carrie told me how shocked and embarrassed she had been when William

first insisted on taking care of her like that. To be honest, it didn't

really bother me. I was lost in love, determined to be William's perfect

slave, and Carrie's perfect sister slave and helpmate. Nothing else

mattered to me. I also came to trust both of them beyond any reason.

They never took advantage of me, or made fun of me except in the loving

way we all kidded one another, or did anything to scare me or hurt me.

If they had handed me a pair of pliers and told me to pull out one of my

teeth, I would have probably tried. Not really, but you get the idea. I

had given myself to them totally.

My first solo night with William, after my period was over, he asked me

if I was still afraid to go into the city with he and Carrie. "I'll go

anywhere you want me to go," I said.

"And what does Charlene say?" he asked. Calling me Charlene, or

sometimes Charlie, was his way of saying he wanted the truth, no

bullshit and no obedient slave answer.

"Charlene says the idea scares her, but she trusts her lovers to help

her get past her fear and have some fun in the city."

"I hope we're more than lovers, we also want to be your partners," he

said. I was so thrilled I didn't know what to say. He was telling me

they wanted me with them forever, even after their master and slave

phase was finished.

I felt like I had been proposed to. I just looked at him for a long time

in the dim light of our bedroom. I finally said, "I want that too, more

than anything." I could barely get the words out.

William said, "Don't say anything to Carrie about going into the city. I

don't want to get her excited about it until I talk to Philip." I

remembered how hyped Carrie was the last time we had talked about going

to the city, and how disappointed she was when it didn't happen because

I was too afraid to go with them.

"I won't mention it," I said. Then I asked, "Can I tell her about the

partnership?"

He said, "You'd better, unless you want her to think you're rejecting

us. She's been bugging me to ask you, I thought this was the right time."

There couldn't have been a wrong time. "Oh, it is," I said. "It's the

perfect time." He saw the tears forming in my eyes. We were lying on our

sides, face to face. He put his arm around me, then rolled onto his

back, pulling me on top of him. He reached down and guided his cock into

my pussy. "You complete us," he whispered, as he began fucking me.

The dam burst, and I began sobbing. Through my tears, I told him I was

sorry, I couldn't help myself. He stopped fucking me, put his arms

around me, and held me tight. Without thinking about it, I said, "I

thought no one would ever love me. I thought my brother would just kill

me one day."

"We love you, we'll always love you, and we'll do everything we can to

protect you," William said.

I rested quietly on top of William until my tears had nearly stopped. I

whispered, "William, may I please wake Carrie and bring her to bed with

us?"

"Yes, you may," he said. I was climbing off the bed when he added, "Not

a word about the city."

"Yes, Sir," I said. As I ran to the guest bedroom, I started crying

again.