The rest of our dinner was uneventful. The food and wine were excellent,

and I think we were all feeling pretty good by the time the check came.

Helen did a double take when Carrie handed over her credit card to pay

the check, but she didn't say anything. She probably assumed that

William had enslaved this rich, beautiful woman and was milking her dry.

I wondered what she would say if she knew that Carrie had William

drugged, kidnapped, and brought to her.

Helen had sat with her dress pulled up behind her during the entire

meal. When we were ready to leave, William told Helen to stay in her

chair. He pulled Carrie's chair out, and told Carrie to stand beside

Helen. Then he did the same for me, having me stand on Helen's other

side. Finally, he stood behind Helen and pulled her chair back. She was

effectively shielded by the three of us as she stood up, pulled her

dress down, and smoothed it out with her hands. Helen looked at Carrie

and I and thanked us. Carrie said, "You're our sister slave, we take

care of one another." Carrie then smiled, an evil grin if I ever saw

one. She said, "How'd you like it if Char and I pulled you down to the

floor right here, and fucked your brains out?" I saw a few heads turn at

nearby tables.

"God help me," Helen said, "I'd love it." She then gave a manic little

laugh, adding, "Until the cops showed up."

"You can all roll around on the floor later," William said. I looked at

him, and he was smiling. "If we can get a cab, we have just enough time

to get to the theater."

Fortunately, William was able to hail a vacant cab right away. I hung

back as William, Carrie, and Helen climbed into the back seat. Instead

of getting into the front seat with the driver, I got into the back and

sat in Helen's lap. Kissing her cheek, I said, "Hi, glad to meet you."

She laughed, put her arms around me, and gave me a great kiss, with lots

of tongue. When she finally released me, I said, "You're pretty good for

a straight girl.""

"I do have some experience," she said, faking a look of indignation.

"Kissing is kissing, whether it's a man or a woman, and Carrie gave me

some great training." She looked at me seriously for a moment, then

asked, "Are you going to cash that raincheck before I have to leave?"

"I want to, if William and your date will permit it," I told her. I took

her hand and pulled it to my wet pussy. "See what you do to me?" I asked

her.

Carrie took Helen's hand and guided her fingers into my pussy, then

pulled the hand to her mouth and sucked my juices from her fingers. She

said, "I hope you're feeling frisky tonight, Helen, because there are

two people here who haven't fucked you yet, and then we'll start the

rotation all over again. You have a long night ahead of you."

"Could we skip the play, and go back to the hotel?" Helen asked.

"There'll be time enough for everything, we want to give you a

well-rounded experience," William said.

"I'm loving every minute of this experience, William," Helen said. Her

free hand had slid down my waist and gotten under my coat, and she was

lightly stroking my ass and thigh. I decided it was time for another

kiss. As I covered her mouth with mine, I slipped a hand inside her coat

and found a hard nipple to play with. When we got out of the taxi at the

theater, Helen and I were both pretty excited.

We had arrived just in time, the theater lights dimmed right after we

took our seats. William seated us so that Carrie was on one side of him,

Helen on the other side, and I was next to Helen, which surprised me. As

soon as Helen sat down, she crossed her legs. William whispered to her

to uncross them, then he put a hand on the inside of her knee and pulled

her legs farther open. As soon as she had opened her legs, he had her

lean forward. In one smooth motion, he unzipped the back of her dress

all the way to her waist. She gasped and put her hands up to her

breasts. He gave her a big smile and told her to put her arms down, sit

back and enjoy the show, and keep in mind that he could bare her breasts

for everyone to see, any time he chose.

It took Helen a long time to calm down. At first, she was breathing so

fast that I was afraid she would hyperventilate. William had no

intention of pulling her dress off of her shoulders, he was just giving

her a little excitement. But Helen didn't know or trust William like we

did, she was nervous during the whole first half of the play. She

couldn't keep still, her hands were in constant motion. Finally I took

her hand and held it, and that seemed to settle her down a little. That

is, until I whispered, "Relax, your breasts are beautiful, you should be

proud to show them off." I know that was a mean trick, but I couldn't

resist.

When the lights came up at intermission, people started leaving their

seats for the lobby. We remained seated until most of the people around

us had cleared out. William then turned to Helen and asked if she would

like him to zip up her dress. Of course she said Yes, she definitely

wanted that. William said, "Ok, I'll zip your dress up, but first I want

you to cum."

"Now? You can't be serious." she croaked. But she already knew he was

serious, and that he was pushing her to exceed her limits, which is

exactly what she had asked him to do at dinner. She looked at him and

said, "I want to obey you, William... Master. But I don't know how to

just cum on demand. I need help, unless you want me to masturbate."

"Char will give you all the help you need," William said, then turned

his attention to Carrie, leaving Helen and I to see to her orgasm. She

looked at me, and I smiled at her. From the reaction I saw on her face,

I guessed that my smile might have been a little predatory. Helen

swallowed hard and looked at me, then in a trembling voice she said,

"Please help me cum."

"Glad to," I said. I looked around to see if there was anyone left in

the theater who would be able to see what we were doing. There were a

few in the balcony who might have a view, but they weren't paying

attention to anything as far as I could tell, it seemed safe. I swiveled

around in my seat, put one arm on the armrest between us, and rested my

other hand in Helen's lap. She sighed. My face was only inches from

hers, I had to resist the urge to kiss her. "What's your pleasure?" I

asked. She looked puzzled, so I rephrased the question. "What would you

like me to do?"

Helen took a deep breath. "Char, I'm so terrified I can't even think,"

she said. "I don't know... Just put your fingers inside me and play with

my clitoris, I guess... Please be gentle."

It turned out not to be a problem. I moved my hand under Helen's dress

and slid it up to her pussy, relishing the cool, smooth feel of her

thighs. As soon as I touched her clit, she came. It seemed like she was

about to make some noise, so I pressed my mouth to hers. She put her

hand to the back of my head and held me tightly to her, simultaneously

pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. We were putting on a little more

of a show than I had intended, so I pulled away from her after a few

seconds. While she was still shaking and gasping for breath, I said,

"We're gonna have a lot of fun later tonight, I promise."

She gave me a very sultry look, then said, "I want to make you happy,

and see you cum because of me."

I became aware that William and Carrie were watching us. I concentrated

on looking only at them, because I really didn't want to know if anyone

else in the theater had seen what Helen and I did. Meeting William's

gaze, I said, "Mission accomplished."

Smiling at me, William said, "Aren't you the one who was afraid to be

seen in public? I'd say you've gotten over it." I grinned at him and

nodded. "A deal's a deal," he said, reaching behind Helen to zip up her

dress.

Helen kept her back pressed against her seatback. "Could you please

leave it like this until we're ready to go?" she asked. "I like knowing

you could humiliate me any time you want to, and trusting that you

won't."

William leaned over and gave Helen a long kiss. She started to raise her

hands toward William's head, but then let them fall back into her lap in

surrender. When their lips separated, he said, "I'm changing our deal.

We're going to be in town until Monday morning. You'll stay with us

until then... If you want to."

Without hesitation, Helen said, "Thank you, William, I want to."

People had been streaming back into the theater for several minutes.

Just before the lights dimmed for the second half, William changed seats

with Carrie. Carrie took Helen's hand and said, "I'm glad my sister was

able to help you out when you needed it." Grinning at me, she added,

"I'd better be careful, or I'll lose you to her."

Helen took a few seconds to answer. "I'm afraid I'm losing myself to

both of you. To all three of you, actually." I barely heard what she

said next, because she turned to Carrie and whispered it. "When you

leave Monday morning, I'll ask to go with you. I'll probably beg to go

with you. Please don't let me." Carrie nodded and said that she

understood.

The second half of the play was interesting in its own way. Helen and

Carrie were holding hands most of the time. At one point, Helen took my

hand also, then after a few minutes she pulled my hand down to her thigh

and let go. I began lightly stroking the top of her thigh with my

fingers, then slowly drifted down until I was caressing the inside of

her thigh. Her thigh was so soft and smooth and cool, I was getting wet

just from the sensations in my fingers. I thought of closing my eyes and

trying to cum, but then I imagined walking out of the theater with a big

wet spot on the back of my dress, and that calmed me down.

Helen looked over at me and smiled, and I felt a lump in my throat. Then

she leaned over to me and whispered, "I'm not very good at it, but I

want to eat your pussy and make you cum, over and over, and I want you

to do the same thing to me. I can picture us in bed right now, and I'm

about to cum again."

I didn't want to have that conversation, there in the theater, although

I definitely wanted to have it later in the hotel. I said, "In the

picture you have in your mind, am I wearing this wig, or not? Because my

scalp is hot and itchy, and I'm dying to take off the wig and wash my

hair."

Helen turned her head and looked into my eyes. "Ok, play hard to get,"

she said. "I know I'm new at this. I probably seem like an idiot to you

and Carrie."

I took my hand off of her thigh, then whispered, "I don't think you're

an idiot. I think you're wonderful, I want you so much it hurts. And

when William says I can have you, I'm not going to be hard to get, I'm

going to be all over you, and I'll make you cum until you beg for mercy.

Now shut up and watch the play."

She smiled at me. A big, happy smile. "Yes, Char," she said.

Nothing else happened. When the play ended, we waited until most of the

crowd had left, then William said it was time to go. Carrie asked if she

should zip up Helen's dress, but William answered, "Char will do it."

Out on the street, it seemed a lot colder than when we entered the

theater. Waiting for a taxi, we discussed whether to go dancing or

return to the hotel. I knew Carrie wanted to go dancing, but she knew

what was going on between Helen and I, so she said we should return to

the hotel. William pointed out that there was a club in the hotel, with

a dance band. He said we would return to our suites and freshen up, then

he and Carrie would go to the club and dance for awhile. Looking at

Helen and I, he asked us if we liked that plan. We both nodded

vigorously, getting a smile from William and Carrie.

That was all the permission I needed, I took Helen's hand and

interlocked our fingers. She looked at me for a second, then we pressed

against one another for a long kiss. I didn't let go of her hand until

we got in the cab. I sat in her lap again, and we kissed all the way to

the hotel.

We entered our suites through my door, the same way we had left. As soon

as the door was closed, William said, "Strip," and we all peeled off our

dresses. He lined us up in a row and looked at us for a minute. This was

something he did from time to time with Carrie and I, when he wanted to

praise us for being good or chew us out for being bad. I knew we had

been good, but I was anxious for him to get on with it, so I could get

it on with Helen. Finally he told us how pleased he was with our

behavior, and how proud he had felt to be out with three beautiful, sexy

women. He singled Helen out, praising her performance under stressful

and unusual (for her) conditions. Carrie and I applauded, causing Helen

to blush.

Finally, William ended the lineup. He said he wanted to talk to me in

private, and asked Helen to go next door with Carrie. When we were

alone, he asked me if I wanted to have his pistol while Helen and I were

alone. I didn't even know he had brought the pistol, although I should

have assumed he would. I told him I didn't know how to use it, I didn't

want the gun.

William pointed to the exit door from my suite. "Don't open that door

for anyone, not even for Carrie or me," he said. "If Carrie or I, or

anyone else, asks you to open that door, call 911 immediately." Then he

pointed to the door connecting our two suites. "Lock that door, and only

open it if you're sure that both Carrie and I are on the other side. If

it's only one of us, or if it's anyone but us, call 911. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir, it's clear," I said. He kissed me and told me to have a good

time. Then he said he and Carrie were going to leave Helen and I alone

until morning. I was totally surprised, I kissed him again and thanked

him.

I walked to the door with William. Before he left, he kissed me again

and told me that he and Carrie loved me very much. I said I knew that,

and that I loved them, too. A moment after William left, Helen came

back. I started to close the door, but then Carrie pushed it open from

the other side. She handed me the strap-on harness, a dildo, and a tube

of lubricating gel, then she kissed me and closed the door.

I locked the door, then turned and looked at Helen's gorgeous body. Her

eyes were on the dildo. "Are you going to use that on me?" she asked.

"We'll see," I said, as I laid Carrie's toys on a nearby table.

We looked at each other for a long time, then finally she said, "I want

to do everything with you, but I'm so ignorant. My total experience is

one hour in bed with Carrie."

I said, "It's not so different than with men, I'll show you everything.

We have all night, so we'll have plenty of time to talk when we're too

exhausted to fuck any more." I reached up with both hands and pulled off

my wig. After tossing it on the dresser and running my fingers through

my itchy scalp, I offered my hand to Helen. "I need you in the shower,"

I said.

As we walked to the bathroom, hand in hand, Helen said, "Carrie said if

I did anything to hurt you, she'd kick my ass." I couldn't help

laughing. I wondered if this was why Carrie wanted Helen all along, a

playmate for her little sister.

"Speaking of Carrie," I said, turning on the shower and adjusting the

temperature, "I thought she was the reason you wanted to spend time with

us." I turned and looked at Helen. "Has that changed?"

Helen spent a few seconds staring at the floor. Then she looked up at

me, and said, "Carrie was just looking for somebody new to fuck. I'm

glad my attraction to her gave me the courage to come here, but she and

I are too different... I think you're looking for something else. I

think maybe you and I are looking for the same thing. Carrie thinks so

too, she told me that, just before she threatened to kick my ass."

She paused and looked down at her feet once more, either choosing her

words carefully, or too shy to say what she wanted, I wasn't sure which.

Finally, she looked at me again, and said, "You scare me. I think

there's something inside, something you keep bottled up... I think

you're very angry. I need you to promise that I'll be safe with you ...

that you won't hurt me."

I started crying, I couldn't help myself. "How could you know?" I asked

her. She put her arms around me. "I won't hurt you, I couldn't, I swear

I won't," I sobbed.

Helen held me while I cried my eyes out, I don't know how long we stood

in the bathroom. Finally, she eased me out of her embrace long enough to

turn off the shower, then led me to bed, an arm around my shoulder. I

let her put me in bed, then I rolled onto my side and curled up into a

ball. She crawled in behind me, pulled the covers over us, and put her

arm over me.

I cried a long time. I could feel Helen's breasts on my back, her arm

around me, and her breath on my neck. A few minutes after my sobbing

stopped, she began kissing me tenderly on my neck and shoulders, and her

hand began roaming over my breasts. I uncurled my body and snuggled back

against her. "You're right," I said, "there's a lot of rage I hold

inside, I don't know how to get rid of it. But I swear, I would never do

anything to hurt you."

"I know that now," Helen said. She kissed my shoulder. "It's about the

animal that did this to your back, isn't it?" I nodded my head. "Can you

talk about it? It might help," she said softly.

I said, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything without asking William

first. It might put all of us in danger, I can't take a chance." I

paused, then added, "I want to tell you, I want you to know everything

about me. We'll talk to William tomorrow, I'm sure he'll let me tell

you."

"Fair enough," she said. "Can you turn around and let me see your pretty

face?" I rolled over and snuggled up to Helen. Our faces were inches

apart. She closed the distance and kissed me, a very sensous kiss. "Show

me everything," she whispered.

I did show her everything. We didn't do any anal penetration, because

the one thing Carrie forgot to pack was an enema kit. Helen said she had

never done any anal sex before, and I didn't want to gross her out our

first time together, so we didn't go there. That evening wasn't about

sex so much as love, so I'm not going to provide any detailed

descriptions.

Helen was enthusiastic and she was a fast learner. I lost count of how

many orgasms I had that night with her, and I think she matched every

one of mine with one of her own. I kept telling myself it had been less

than a day since we first met, but that didn't matter, I was falling in

love with her.

When we were too tired to fuck any more, we talked. It was hard, not

being able to tell Helen about my past or current life, but she accepted

that I would be able to tell her eventually. She told me everything

about herself. She had lived in Albuquerque all her life, she had an

apartment in another part of town, she had worked at the dress shop for

a year, she was frustrated with trying to find a partner to share her

life with. She actually said "man," not "partner," but then she looked

at me and smiled. "Maybe a man isn't what I need," she said quietly.