I woke up when I heard a knock on the door to William and Carrie's

suite. The knock was followed by Carrie's muffled voice, saying, "Wake

up lovebirds, breakfast is here." I lay still and quiet until I heard

William say, "It's nearly nine o'clock, rise and shine."

I opened my eyes to see Helen's smiling face inches away. "Good morning,

Sexy," she said.

Turning my head so I wouldn't shout in her face, I yelled, "We'll be

right out." Then I turned back to Helen. "I love you," I whispered. We

shared a long, tender kiss, then I crawled out of bed, pulling Helen

after me.

I was walking toward the door, still holding Helen's hand. She started

pulling back, saying, "No, wait. My hair, my dress, I'm not ready. I

have to pee."

"Have you forgotten? You're still William's slave," I said, pulling her

toward the door. "When he calls, you answer. If he wants you dressed, or

wants your hair brushed, he'll let you know." I pulled her to me, put my

arm around her waist, and kissed her again. "I really do love you," I

said, then I unlocked the door and opened it.

William wore a pair of slacks but no shirt. He was setting out four

servings of breakfast from a room service cart. Carrie was naked. She

stood looking at us, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "Sleep

well?" she asked.

I kissed Helen on her cheek. "I'm happy to say we didn't get much sleep

at all," I said.

Her face bright red, Helen said, "What Char means is, we fucked each

other half to death. What a glorious night we had!"

William told us to sit for breakfast, but I told him we needed to use

the toilet first. He said Ok, then looked at me and told me to help

Helen on the toilet. I smiled and nodded, then led Helen to the bathroom.

Taking both of Helen's hands in mine, I positioned her in front of the

toilet and had her sit. Then I knelt in front of her, with my hands on

her thighs, and began kissing her. After a minute she pulled away, and

said she had to pee. "Go ahead," I told her, "and please hurry, I need

to go too." then I resumed kissing her.

She pulled away again. She was grinning. "You're not going to leave, are

you?"

I shook my head. "You heard our Master tell me to help you on the

toilet. Slaves have no privacy from their Master or from one another. Go

ahead and pee, then I'll wipe you. We'll trade places, then we can wash

our hands and go to breakfast. And by the way, you're very beautiful."

Helen shook her head, still grinning. She leaned forward and pressed her

lips to mine, then in a few seconds she began peeing.

When we came out of the bathroom, William and Carrie were seated at the

table, watching us. That made Helen blush again, then she laughed and

said she had a lot of loosening up to do if she was going to hang around

us for long.

There was only one table in the suite large enough to seat four people,

and it was low to the floor. When we sat down to eat, the breakfast

plates were a little below knee height. Seeing this, Helen pulled her

chair back and knelt on the floor. Looking at William, she said, "May

your slave kneel for breakfast, Master?"

William looked at her for a few seconds, then laughed. He stood up,

pushed his chair back, and knelt on the floor himself. "I like your

style, Helen, and it's 'William,' not 'Master'," he said. Naturally,

Carrie and I followed suit and knelt in front of our plates.

We made small talk while we ate. Carrie, being who she is, eventually

got around to teasing the newcomer. She kept talking about how tired we

both looked, and worrying that Helen had worn me out. I knew she was

just having fun, but I already felt protective toward Helen, I didn't

want Carrie teasing her. Finally I said, "Yeah, Helen is great in bed.

Of course, she had to unlearn all of the things you taught her, but

after that she did just fine."

Helen gasped when I said that, but Carrie shrieked with laughter.

"TouchŽ, Little Sister, you got me good, message received," she said.

Carrie and I continued to exchange friendly barbs for awhile, but the

subject wasn't Helen any more. At one point I glanced over at Helen, and

she smiled at me. I think she was grateful that I had taken the heat off

of her.

Carrie told Helen that we had originally planned a sightseeing adventure

for our second day. But now we didn't have any transportation, since

Uncle Phil had taken the SUV. She asked if there were any interesting

sights within walking distance of the hotel. "I have a car, I'll take

you sightseeing, anywhere you want to go," Helen said. With a little

more discussion, we agreed on a plan. After breakfast, Helen would drive

us to her apartment, where she would change clothes. Then we'd play

tourists, and Helen would show us her favorite sights around the city.

I kept silent during the tourist talk, all I could think about was

taking Helen back to bed. It was possible that today would be our last

day together, and I felt a sense of urgency about our young

relationship. I finally decided that I had to trust in William, that he

would find a way to let the thing play out, for better or worse. He and

Carrie had pushed us into each other's arms, surely he wouldn't keep us

apart against our wills.

William sent Helen next door to fetch her shoes, coat, purse, and dress.

When she returned, William was pulling up Carrie's panties, prior to

putting on her jeans. "Hey, that's not fair, I thought there was a no

panties rule," Helen said with a grin. Carrie told Helen she was welcome

to wear a pair of her panties.

William finished dressing Carrie, then turned to Helen. "Helen, would

you please dress Char for me?" he asked. Helen blushed, but said she

would be very happy to dress me. I'd never before been dressed so

tenderly and lovingly, and I was thoroughly turned on by the time she

had put on my panties, jeans, and sweater.

I was hoping William would ask me to return the favor and dress Helen,

and sure enough he did. After putting on her dress and zipping it up, I

asked her if she wanted a pair of Carrie's panties. She shook her head

and kissed me. "No, I want to be available for you as long as I can,"

she said. "You can put panties on me when you dress me in a pair of

jeans, at home."

When we were ready to leave, I took William aside. "I want to tell Helen

everything about us. I'm in love with her," I said in a low voice.

He raised his eyebrows, and looked at me in silence for a long time. I

thought he would ask me if I was sure, or tell me it was too soon for me

to be making that kind of decision, but I underestimated William. He

said, "We'll have a long talk after dinner tonight, and lay it all out

in the open." Taking my hands in his, he added, "Until then, we're just

country folks, sightseeing in the big city. Have fun and don't worry

about anything, just enjoy being with your new love."

William walked over to Carrie and kissed her. "Do you know what we are?"

he asked her. Looking puzzled, she shook her head. "We're tourists, and

that's all we are, until this evening. And Char's beautiful friend has

kindly agreed to show us the sights. All we're going to do is have fun

and enjoy ourselves, got it?"

Carrie smiled at me, then at William. "I got it, Bill," she said.

I knew what it meant that she called William "Bill," but Helen didn't. I

walked over to her, took her in my arms, and gave her a long kiss. When

we finally pulled apart, I said, "No more slave rules until tonight, and

we're going to have that talk you wanted." She gave me a big smile, then

looked at William and thanked him.

Helen had parked her car a block from the hotel. Carrie and William got

in the back, and I got in front with Helen. She had barely driven a

block, when she took my hand and pulled it to her thigh. She looked over

at me and smiled. "Don't get me so excited that I have an accident," she

said. She opened her legs, as I slid my hand up her creamy thigh and

began playing with the lips of her already damp pussy. "I love your

touch," she told me, then she looked over at me and added, "I love

everything about you." I felt a chill up my spine when she said that.

As soon as we were all in Helen's apartment with our coats off, she

unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, then took off her shoes. I was

a little surprised, but William and Carrie didn't bat an eye. Holding

the dress in one hand, and my hand in her other hand, Helen said, "Let

me give you the five cent tour, there's not much to see." It was a two

bedroom, one bath apartment, with rental furniture. She said her

roommate had taken a job in another city a month earlier, and she hadn't

decided yet whether to look for another roommate, or move to a smaller

apartment. The place was neat and clean, I thought that she was either

very fastidious, or else she didn't spend much time here.

After the tour, still naked, Helen asked us if we wanted something to

drink. Carrie and William asked for coffee, so Helen and I went to the

small kitchen to brew a pot. Helen was filling a carafe with water, and

I was standing beside her, devouring her with my eyes. "I'm naked for

you, why aren't your hands on me?" she asked. I stepped behind her,

pressed myself against her back, and reached under her arms to caress

her breasts. She sighed. "Your touch is magic," she whispered, "I'm

addicted to you already, don't leave me. Stay here with me."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said. "We'll tell you everything

tonight, after dinner. Until then, I want you to relax and have fun, and

I want all of us to get to know one another."

Helen put the carafe down and turned around, rubbing her naked body

against me as she turned. When she was facing me, she put her arms

around my neck and kissed me softly. Touching her forehead to mine, she

whispered, "Yes, Char. Whatever you want, I'll do."

We brought William and Carrie their coffee, then I said, "I'm going to

take Helen to the bedroom and dress her, we'll be back shortly." Carrie

gave us a big grin and asked if we needed any help. I said, "No, I can

manage just fine, thanks anyway."

Helen walked over to William and Carrie and knelt in front of them. She

took Carrie's hand in hers, and said, "You're very attractive, Carrie,

in every way I can think of. But I've been struck by Cupid's arrow, I'm

in love with Char." Carrie smiled at her and nodded, for once she didn't

have anything to say. Then Helen looked at William, and said, "I'm

pledged to be your slave until tomorrow morning, William, and I'll do

anything you say. But what I want is to be Char's lover, and I think she

wants that too. I hope you will take that into consideration."

"Of course I will," William said. "You've impressed us greatly in the

short time we've known you. If you and Char have chosen one another, I

think you've both chosen well." He took her hand and kissed it. Looking

up at me, he said, "Don't take too long, we really do want to see some

of the sights."

I smiled at him, pulled Helen to her feet, and led her toward her

bedroom. "You can add me to the list of people you've impressed," I

whispered to her.

When we got to the bedroom, Helen started to close the door. "Leave it

open," I said. "If they want to watch, it's Ok with us." She smiled at

me and nodded her head.

I raised my arms so Helen could pull off my sweater. After she

unfastened my jeans and lowered them to my knees, I sat on the bed while

she took off my shoes and then the jeans. I stood again, and she knelt

in front of me and pressed her face against the crotch of my panties.

She inhaled deeply, then reached up and began pulling the panties down.

As soon as my pussy was exposed, she began teasing me with her tongue.

"Get on the bed, on your back," I told her.

When she was on her back, I crawled onto the bed and knelt beside her

head, leaning over, I gave her a long kiss. Then I said, "Helen, I can't

trust my emotions yet. I think I'm falling in love with you, but I can't

tell if it's real. We need to go slowly, otherwise I'm afraid I'll do

something stupid and hurt both of us."

"We'll take all the time you need," Helen said. Then she grinned and

asked, "Do you know whether or not you want me to eat your pussy?" I

gave her another quick kiss, then shuffled around on the bed until I was

straddling her head. As I lowered my crotch to her face, I leaned over

and attacked her pussy with my lips and tongue.

We each had an orgasm with me on top, then we rolled over so that Helen

was on top. When we had each cum a second time, I told her we were

keeping William and Carrie waiting, we had to stop. Reluctantly, she

climbed off of me.

When we were both out of bed, we hugged one another tightly and had a

final kiss. Then I told Helen to pick out the clothes she wanted to

wear. She brought me a heavy flannel shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair

of her panties. We quickly but lovingly dressed one another, then

returned to the living room. Carrie was on her knees, sucking William's

cock. "Sorry we took so long, hope you didn't get bored," I said,

smiling at William.

"I found a way to pass the time," he said.

Helen seemed fascinated, making me wonder if anyone had ever gotten a

blow-job before in this apartment. We held hands and watched the show.

Within a few minutes, William came in Carrie's mouth, and it was obvious

that Carrie came at the same time. "She can cum just from giving head?"

Helen whispered.

I said, "She can cum whenever she wants to."

Eventually we all got our coats on and left the apartment. It was nearly

eleven o'clock. Helen said she wanted to take us on the Tramway, a

gondola which went to the top of Sandia Peak. It was a cool, clear day,

and the views were spectacular, forest in one direction, desert in

another, and the city laid out below. We had a late lunch at a

restaurant on top of the peak. We were all relaxed and enjoying one

another's company. I had a great time, and I think the others did, too.

It was half past three when we caught the tram down from the peak. We

then drove back into town, to the Old Town section of Albuquerque. It

was too touristy for me, but Carrie loved the shops, she bought a lot of

junk. We didn't get out of there until nearly six, and then Helen took

us to her favorite restaurant for dinner. When we were ready to leave

the restaurant, we had a discussion about whether we would return to

Helen's apartment or to the hotel. Since we were going to tell Helen our

story, we decided to do it in the place she would be most comfortable,

her apartment.

We bought a couple of bottles of wine on the way to Helen's apartment.

When we got there, William suggested we take our clothes off. As she was

stripping, Helen asked if the slave rules were in effect again, "Would

you like them to be?" William asked.

She smiled. "As far as I'm concerned, William," she answered, "I've been

your slave all day, as I agreed to be. I was just wondering."

William laughed. "Let's keep it informal until we've all told you our

stories, and then we'll see," he said.

Before settling down, we all took a toilet break. Carrie suggested that

she and William go first, then Helen and I, but Helen said we should all

go together. I was amazed that she suggested that, I didn't think she

was ready for it. But before I could object, William said that was an

excellent idea. We all crowded into the small bathroom, and right away

Helen said she wanted to go first, before she chickened out. When she

was seated, William and Carrie knelt in front of her and held her hands,

and I bent over and kissed her lips while I played with her breasts.

Helen quickly started peeing, then took a dump as well. When she said

she was finished, William wiped her pussy, then I wiped her ass. When we

finished and she stood up, her face was bright red, but she kissed each

of us and thanked us. She said that was the most intimate she had ever

been with three people at once, getting a laugh from all of us.

When everyone had taken care of their needs, and we had all washed our

hands. It was story time. We each had a glass of wine. Carrie was curled

up in William's lap, in Helen's easy chair. Helen sat crossways on my

lap, her back against the arm of her couch and her arm around my

shoulder. As soon as she sat in my lap, I started to reach my hand for

her pussy. But I stopped myself, thinking that she shouldn't be

distracted while she listened to our stories. I settled for telling her

that she was beautiful, and she rewarded me with a big smile and a kiss.

Carrie told her story first. She started with her desire to be a slave,

her interviews and eventual acceptance by the organization, her two days

of training. how she fell in love with her trainer, and her escape. She

then told of changing her identity, her preparation of the training room

in her basement, the kidnapping of her former trainer, and their lives

together since then. She never told Helen that her trainer was William,

but Helen figured it out in the course of the story. I watched her

carefully, to see how she was reacting to William now that she knew his

past. If she was feeling any differently, it didn't show.

Carrie stopped short of describing how I came to join them. William said

I should tell my story first, and so I began. I described my last day of

freedom. After my Senior year in high school, I had spent the Summer

with family friends in France. My mother had flown over to meet me in

London, and then we flew back to the US. The last thing I remember is

when we got into a cab to go from JFK Airport to downtown NYC. The next

thing I knew, I was in a training room at the organization. I never saw

my mother again.

I described my training at the organization. I left out the worst of it,

things I still have trouble talking about, or even remembering. But I

tried to let everyone know how horrible it was, and how I eventually had

no choice but to give in to what they wanted from me. William

interrupted me, telling Helen that the organization hadn't been able to

break me. He said I finally began acting like a slave because they would

have killed me if I had continued to resist. I didn't say so, but I

wasn't sure that was true. When I was living through it, I felt like I

had been broken.

While I was telling about my experiences at the organization, tears were

running down Helen's cheeks, and occasionally she would sniffle or sob.

I asked her several times if she wanted me to stop, but she said she

wanted to know everything about me. I began talking about my life of

slavery to my half brother, Arthur. I really didn't know how to describe

those years, an endless nightmare, days or even weeks spent in empty

solitude, punctuated by hours of pain, humiliation and horror.

I had to stop at one point, because Helen broke down and began sobbing

continuously, her arms around my neck and her face pressed against my

shoulder. I asked her again if she wanted me to stop, but she didn't,

and after a few minutes she was able to stop crying. I decided to cut

the story short to spare her any more pain, so I jumped to the point

where Uncle Phil and Carrie's private investigator found me and brought

me to William and Carrie.

Before William could take up the story of how the three of us became a

family, Helen asked me why Arthur had done what he did to me, his half

sister. I said I wasn't sure, he would never answer me when I asked him

why, but I had always assumed he did it because he blamed my mother and

me for ruining his father's life. "That, and the fact that he's insane,"

William said. "He needs to be tracked down and punished for what he's

done. Better still, he needs to die." Helen nodded her head in agreement.

Carrie got out of William's lap long enough to refill our glasses. When

she returned to sit down again, he gave her a wordless glance. She

immediately dropped to her knees and sucked his cock until he was hard.

Then she rose to her feet, turned around, and sat on William's lap,

guiding his cock into her pussy as she settled onto his thighs. When she

was seated, she looked over at Helen and I with a satisfied smile, as

William cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed the back of her neck.

Looking at Helen, William asked if she was ready to hear the rest of our

story. As she nodded at William, she took my hand, pulled it to her

mouth, and kissed my fingers. Then she pulled my hand down and pressed

it to her mons. As soon as she released me, I let my fingers drift down

to her vulva, and began slowly caressing her outer labia. She sighed

quietly and smiled at me.

It was William's turn, and he told his story in two parts. The first was

his life with Carrie, from the time he woke up in her house until Uncle

Phil brought me to them. The second was our lives together after I

arrived. I don't need to waste time repeating what he said, just go back

and read the earlier chapters, the ones William wrote, if you need to.

William wrapped up his story by telling Helen that this trip to town was

the first time any of us had left the house since we arrived there. In

Carrie's case, she had not left her house in nearly two years. He said

we weren't sure whether we were being hunted or not, and that we took a

risk in leaving home, but we felt it was worth the risk to get away for

a few days.

When William finished his story, he looked at Helen silently for a long

moment, then he said, "We certainly didn't expect to become involved

with anyone like you, Helen. You're intelligent, beautiful, interesting,

courageous, and sexy. But you're also normal, if you don't mind me

saying so, and that's one word that would not be used to describe Char,

Carrie, or myself. I think you should consider very carefully whether

you want anything more to do with us."

Helen took my hand in hers, then leaned over and kissed me. When our

lips separated, she looked at William and Carrie. "I'm not going to run

away from you, but I do have some questions, if that's Ok."

"You can ask us anything," Carrie said.

Helen smiled. "That's what you told me at the store yesterday."

"It's still true," Carrie said. "If you and Char are in love, we want

you to feel at ease with us. So ask away."

After a pause, Helen took a deep breath. "Can I be involved sexually

with Char, and not with the two of you?"

William smiled at her. "Of course you can," he answered.

Helen then looked at me, and I knew what her next question would be.

"Char, if you're sexually involved with me, will you still be having sex

with William and Carrie?"

I wanted to lie, to tell her what she wanted to hear, but I didn't.

"Yes, I will. I love them, Helen, that doesn't stop because I now love

you too."

She frowned when I said that. "I was afraid that would be your answer,"

she said, looking at me. "I need to think about that, I'm not sure how I

feel about it." Looking back at William, she asked, "Would I have to be

your slave?"

William said, "When you come to our house, I'll expect you to obey me,

and to participate in our activities, except you won't have to have sex

unless you want to. You won't be subjected to physical abuse, unless you

ask to be. I'll give you a safe word, to be used any time you feel that

you're being pushed farther than you're willing to go." William thought

for a few moments, then he said, "I guess that's all, if anything else

comes up we can negotiate. Does that answer your question?"

Helen nodded. "Do you think I would ever ask you to abuse me

physically?" she asked.

Without hesitation, William said, "I can guarantee you will. Whether or

not you'll ask for it more than once, I can't say. But you will ask at

least once."

Blushing bright red, Helen said, "I disagree with you, but as long as

the choice is mine, that's Ok." She looked at me for a moment, then

asked, "Can Char stay here with me for a few days, over Christmas?"

Christmas was the following Wednesday.

William said, "No. As long as there's a possibility that the

organization or her brother are looking for Char, I won't allow her to

be away from my protection. Why don't you come to our house after

Christmas, instead? We can drive in and pick you up Friday afternoon,

and bring you back Sunday night."

Helen hesitated, I think because she was afraid to put herself under

William's control in an isolated location. She said she would come if we

gave her directions, so she could drive her own car. William refused,

saying he couldn't allow her to know where we lived until he was sure he

could trust her.

William and Helen argued back and forth for a few minutes, but they

weren't getting anywhere. I finally squeezed her hand and said, "I want

you to come to our house next weekend, and I want you to do it William's

way. You have my word, you'll be safe."

She looked into my eyes for a moment, then she whispered, "Ok, Char,

I'll do it."