Chapter 7

"It's Donnie... and his sister," said Laurel looking through the security peephole of the door.

"Then let them in," ordered Vickie.

"Yes Mistress," responded the older slave swinging open the door to the apartment.

Donnie's eyes grew large as he caught sight of Laurel. Vickie had allowed both Laurel and Yuki to wear dresses instead of their usual lingerie, but even so, the dresses both slaves wore were tight and revealing.

"Laurel, how wonderful to see you again," smiled the computer analyst hugging the woman who had once been Vickie's mother affectionately.

"And you Donnie," she responded.

"And Yuki! You are as beautiful as ever," he opined, catching sight of the lovely Asian.

"Thank you," she replied, also accepting a warm hug.

"Hey sailor, how about me?" laughed Vickie, throwing her arms around him and kissing him too deeply and much too long. She had invited Donnie and Cindy to visit on more than one occasion, but he had been swamped at the home office in Chicago and could never seem to get away. Vickie knew that Cindy, also a former slave at the Empire Club, had become Donnie's willing slave, bringing to reality the young man's fantasy of bedding his own sister. Vickie could not resist the opportunity to see the redhead's reaction to another woman coming on to him. She turned to see Cindy quickly cast her eyes downward, but Vickie was disappointed to see no reaction of jealousy. It was obvious, Cindy was an obedient and willing slave to her brother, realizing her station of inferiority and accepting it completely. She had no right to feel possessive of him in any way while he, of course, owned her, mind, body and spirit.

"Cindy, you remember Laurel and Yuki, don't you?"

"Yes," she smiled. They were always nice to me."

"Well I'm going to expect them to be especially nice to you tonight while Donnie and I have dinner."

She looked to the two women she owned.

"Yes Mistress," they answered.

"Yes, enjoy yourself, Honey," suggested Donnie to Cindy who acknowledged with a compliant nod.

"Ready?" smiled Donnie at Vickie.

"Willing and able," Vickie replied as Donnie held her coat, then escorted her out the door.

It would never have occurred to any of the three slaves to disobey, so while there would be much to talk about later, Laurel and Yuki showed Cindy to the bedroom where the three were quickly naked and feasting on each others' bodies.

"Now what was so important you couldn't talk about it over the phone?" asked Vickie as the two sat in the private booth enjoying an after dinner glass of wine.

"Thanks for agreeing to talk with me. I just didn't know who else would be as understanding... It's Cindy."

"Oh? She looks fine to me," smiled Vickie.

"Seriously, I'm worried about her."

"How so?"

"It's her self esteem. I thought when we rescued her, that things would change. Oh, I accepted her as my slave, but that was because she was so lost, so despondent, so..."

"Willing?" Vickie finished for him

He blushed.

"Okay, okay, I admit, I'd wanted her for a long time. But I really thought that as time passed, the old Cindy would reappear, the Cindy who was so exuberant and full of life. I guess I had hoped she would forget her slave training and the two of us could make a life together. But, if anything, she has become more resigned to her role as slave. I tried to get her to a therapist, but she begged me not to make her go. She says she could never reveal to a stranger the things her masters did to her at the Empire Club.

"Small wonder," opined Vickie.

"She gives herself to me willingly, but she keeps telling me she isn't worthy of me."

"Hmmmmm" mused Vickie.

"She says that for almost eight months they turned her into an animal and now she isn't fit to pleasure me."

"Is she... tight enough?"

"We manage. I've told her that if she's concerned about not being tight enough, I'll see that she gets an operation but... she says making her tighter will not make her worthy. She says she's fit to please nothing but animals."

Vickie suddenly realized that the solution to one of her pressing problems was presenting itself. She just needed to figure a way to take advantage of the opportunity.

"And what do you want?" she asked.

"I've accepted that she will always remain a slave. I guess they broke her too completely to expect anything else. I just wish I could find a way to make her happy. You told me, and I could see tonight, that Laurel and Yuki are quite happy with you as their mistress."

"Yes, it was a bit awkward at first, but we all are quite happy," lied Vickie.

"I just wish I could make Cindy that happy."

"Hmmmmm, maybe there is a way," mused Vickie, a plan formulating as they talked.

"How so?" he asked.

"Would you be willing to give Cindy to me?"

"Give her to you? You mean to become YOUR slave?"

"Yes, for a while. Perhaps Laurel and Yuki can help her adjust, realize again what a beautiful and desirable woman she is. Perhaps they, in time, can encourage her to have that operation, so BOTH of you will be satisfied from your relationship. Then, when she's ready, I'll give her back to you."

"Gee, I don't know, Vickie. I love her. I have to admit, having my sister meet me at the door naked every evening and offer herself to me is something to which I have become very accustomed. We go places together. I take her to dinner, to the theatre, for long romantic carriage rides. We sleep together. I don't know whether I could manage to do without her naked body snuggled against me every night."

Vickie realized she was close to losing the opportunity which had only moments ago presented itself. Quickly analyzing the situation, Vickie knew she would have to make a compromise if Cindy was to be hers.

"You won't need to sleep alone. I'll give you one of my slaves in return."

"You would give up Yuki... or your own mother?"

"Actually Laurel and I no longer consider ourselves mother and daughter. She is my slave, the same as Yuki. As such I can do with either of them what I please."

"But..."

"And remember, the arrangement won't be permanent," she lied. "As soon as Cindy shows improvement, we can trade them back again."

"You make it sound like we're trading bubble gum cards, '" he sighed.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic. You want Cindy happy. I'm offering a way to do it, a way to help Cindy AND a way to see you don't spend any lonesome nights."

"But how do you tell two people... ?"

"Let me handle that. Now which do you want, Laurel or Yuki?"

"I... I don't know. Are you sure about this, Vickie?"

"Absolutely. Now which do you want?

"Let me think about it."

"All right, just so you let me know by the time we get back to the apartment."

"Now which of you is willing to strip right now and give Donnie the fuck of his life?" asked Vickie of Laurel and Yuki after she and Donnie had returned from the restaurant and the five sat in the living room.

Yuki and Laurel were on their feet instantly. Both shed their clothes and stood before him, knowing it was the wish of their mistress. By the time they had arrived back in the apartment Donnie could still not make up his mind which of Vickie's slaves to accept in trade for his sister, so Vickie had suggested he sample them both and then decide.

A flick of Vickie's finger and the two women knelt beside him and assisted Donnie in shedding his clothes. Laurel lay back on the carpet and accepted Donnie's lance in her as Yuki lay licking his testicles from behind as she had been taught by her original abductors who had raped her and forced her into prostitution.