Chapter 1 - Religious Dispute

Chapter One: Religious Dispute
 
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Jack sat in silence at lunch that afternoon as the two families got together for their weekly Sunday roast ritual. They had spent the morning in church and had come home in the afternoon to eat lunch together before the Anderson’s would leave at around dinner time to have a small dinner of sandwiches, he knew this because his family did the exact same thing every Sunday but the only difference was that they alternated between houses.
He tried his best to keep in touch with the conversation, something about Andrew Anderson being accepted into the army was the topic right now, but his twelve year old mind couldn’t focus on anything other than the scene he had accidently witnessed not half an hour ago. He looked over at his sister, Abigail Thompson, and then at Melissa Anderson who both gave him warm smiles in return. Did they know he had seen them or were they just being nice and not just trying to stay in his good books?
Brother and sister hardly hated one another, hell he even loved Melissa like family because for as long as he could remember the Thompson’s and the Anderson’s had been close as kin and the parents and grandparents from both families did their best to install that trust into their children and their children’s children so if you looked any old books chances are if one family was mentioned so was the other.
He closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath, there was absolutely no denying what he saw and the last time something like this had happened his cousin Brian had simply been made to disappear and no one even spoke about Brian anymore and if Jack asked why he’d be ignored or given a sympathetic look and be told ‘What happened to cousin Brian was for the best, he’s getting what he deserves.’
He didn’t want whatever happened to Brian to happen to his sister.
He just wouldn’t tell and it was as simple as that.
 Oh gosh, no it isn’t!
Jake sighed loudly and caught the attention of his father who had been joking with Mister Thompson and was still smiling as he spoke. “What’s the matter son?” he asked him and Jake forced a smile.
“Nothing Pa,” he said back, “Just a little…tired is all.”
His father just smiled and returned to his conversation. Jack couldn’t hide what he saw from his sister any longer so he leaned forward and spoke quietly to them as the pair sat across the table in their Sunday best.
“I need to speak to you guys in my room,” he whispered, “Okay?”
Melissa gave Abigail a curious look but Abigail just nodded, “After dinner, Ma’s made chocolate cake.”
Not even Ma’s chocolate cake could pull Jake away from his thoughts but he ate it and then bolted to wash his hands and wait for the two girls in his bedroom.
They arrived looking a little worried, like they had realized something in Jack’s tone and where fearing the worst and what they had done was pretty much the worst thing they could do with one another in their family’s eyes.
“What’s this about Jack?” Abigail’s voice was a tad bit shaky.
Jack took one more deep breath, “When we got back after church I went upstairs to tidy my room like Ma asked me too,” he began, “When I was walking past your room I heard…well I dunno what it was but it confused me.”
The two girls went pale.
“So I poked my head in to see what was happening and…I…saw…I saw you guys kissing…”
“Oh crap I knew he saw us,” Melissa blurted out, she hardly ever used foul language, “Please Jack you can’t tell our parents, you know what they’ll do to us, okay, remember your cousin Brian!”
“I don’t know,” he said unsurely, “If they find out I’m keeping it a secret they’ll do the same to me and then some I reckon.”
“Then you never saw it,” Abigail got down on her knees and cupped Jack’s face with her hands, pleading into his eyes with her own, “You didn’t see a thing okay, it was all just a fancy figment of your imagination and all she did was kiss me on the cheek like friends do!” Melissa was grumbling about how stupid it was to do it when the two families were all in one place.
Jack was trembling, “But if they find out-”
“They won’t if we all keep our mouths shut,” she assured him, “You’ll do this for me won’t you little brother?”
Jack relented, he couldn’t help it, “Alright,” he promised and Abigail threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek repeatedly.
“Oh you clever boy,” she said happily and kissed him again, “Thank you!”
Just then they heard footsteps walk by the door and the three children tensed. “Was someone listening?” Melissa asked unsurely.
“If they had then we’d already be-” she got up and spoke calmly, “No, we’re safe, it was maybe one of the grown ups walking down the hall from the bathroom?”
Melissa and Jack looked unconvinced but they couldn’t hide in Jack’s bedroom all afternoon, no, they had to go back into the dining room to socialize and look like nothing was happening or all three of the children would be in hot water.
It was a tough decision.
Abigail led the way and took Jack by the hand, “Everyone, just take a second to breathe and calm down,” she told them with a still voice, “No sense in looking like we’ve been plotting.”
Jack did as she told him to do and the trio went back into the dining room and thankfully nothing happened, at least not until the Thompson’s had left.
Jack was getting ready for bed when he heard his mother and father call him into their joint study. On the table was the cane they used when they disciplined their children and Jack gave both his parents a fearful look.
“What’s happening Ma?” he looked towards his mother who gave him a stern look but no reply, “Ma?”
“Take off your pajama pants son,” his father said sternly as he sat in his high backed chair behind the desk, “Then slide over my knee.”
“What did I do Pa?” Jack pleaded but he was simply told to strip down out of his pants again and he knew better than too delay any further. Jack took off his trousers and folded them neatly then walked over to the desk, bare arse, and placed them on top as he had done many, many times then he walked around the desk and slid over his fathers lap.
“Now I’m only going to use my hand for now son,” he promised, “Then afterwards you’ll stay as you are but move to the other side of my desk and bend over it am I clear?”
“Yes sir,” the boy whimpered and he closed his eyes as he awaited his punishment.
The blows came slowly; each one had a short interval before the next so that the pain in his backside could really sink in. Jack moaned and cried as the blows were delivered, trying not too wriggle about too much as it would only increase his punishment but eventually his father told him to move to the other side of the desk as instructed so Jack was bent over it a few seconds later with his red ass in the air.
“You’re keeping something from us son,” his father said as he stood up and picked up his cane, “If you tell us now you can avoid a lot more pain?”
Jack now knew that his father knew about Abigail and Melissa, he wasn’t stupid, but what kind of a man would be for just giving in and letting his sister be sent away without him fighting for her?
“I-I don’t know what y-you mean sir,” Jack stammered and winced as the cane slashed across his backside and he howled out a second later.
“I’m happy that you’re defending your sister but this time you simply can’t lie for her,” he told him sternly still, “Repeat to me what Uncle Jed heard earlier and you’ll not be punished anymore.”
“What did-what did he hear Pa?” Jack managed to say and he was given another painful welt-to-be on his fleshy backside but he didn’t scream this time.
“Honey if you keep lying to us you’ll have to go with the girls,” his Ma told him softly, “It’s too late for them sweetie but not for you.”
“You know full well that they’ll be taken away tonight and you along with them if you don’t confirm what was heard,” his Pa interjected, “God doesn’t approve of their fancies but nor does he love a liar son, confess and you can stay here at home.”
“Why though Pa, why does Abigail have to go?” Jack pleaded, “You love Abigail.”
His expression softened for a second, “Of course I do son,” he said then hardened again, “But she’s not welcome under our roof so long as she and Melissa feel for each other the way they do, it just isn’t Christian, and they’ll never change even if we say they have too.”
Jack knew they had broken him and he felt ashamed that he hadn’t lasted longer but the clever side of him knew there was never any point in dragging this out. “I saw them kissing each other Pa,” he admitted, hating himself for it and then he started to cry.
“It’s alright son,” his father said and petted the sobbing boy on his shoulder, “You did the right thing.”
He wanted to scream that it wasn’t, that his sister should be allowed to stay here, but his family had always been religious and because of what she had done Abigail would disappear within the hour.
“Where will they go?” Jack sobbed but his mother just said it’s not important.
“She’ll be safe,” she promised him, “And that’s all the peace of mind you need son…”
 
It was around midnight and Abigail had been up texting Melissa in an attempt to calm her down but for the past half hour she had been oddly quiet and had stopped texting without so much as a ‘goodnight xxx’ to say she had gone to bed. Abigail began to worry about why but a part of her knew Melissa was gone and she had heard Jack being punished earlier that night too.
It was only a matter of time now.
When her own bedroom door burst open she jumped then saw her father stand in the doorway, a shadowy figure with his shoulders hunched and his fists clenched.
“Sorry,” she said nervously and made to hide her phone, “I’ll go to sleep now Pa.”
They both knew this wasn’t about her staying up past curfew, “Let’s not play games Abigail,” her father sounded calm despite how tense he looked, “Come downstairs please, we need to talk about what Jack saw earlier.”
Abigail didn’t want to drag this out, she was going to be sent away and there was not a thing she could do about it. She approached the door and her father took her by the shoulder gently so he could guide her down into the living room. Her mother sat with two men in smart suits who looked a little tired.
“Stand in the centre Abigail,” her father told the girl who did as she was told and she was standing in the middle of the room surrounded by chairs with the TV directly behind her. She held her hands down in front of her, despite her night gown she had never felt so exposed, “Alright Abigail,” her father said with a sigh after he had sat down, “We know about you and Melissa and we don’t approve,” he said bluntly and Melissa rolled her eyes but he ignored it, “I’d offer you a chance to simply stop but even if we forbade you from being alone together you’d still find a way to see her and for the sake of the two families purity we can’t allow you to be a part of our family.”
“I’m sorry,” he added.
Abigail looked at her bare feet, she had already accepted that part about being disowned but what came next would be hard to deal with. When she turned fourteen a month ago her mother and father had finally told them about Cousin Brian but she promised not to tell Jack so he wouldn’t get upset about it.
What happened to Cousin Brian was this; he had been found out to be fucking the gentleman who worked the general store. Since Brian was an adult no legal action was taken but Brian was still under twenty-one so his mother and father simply sold him into slavery as a way of making him disappear and severing their link to the horror that was homosexuality.
‘Homophobic pricks,’ Abigail thought to herself, ‘what Melissa and I have…had…was beautiful!’
She shook her head of tears and fixed her eyes on her fathers and gave him the most hateful look she could muster, “If God truly loves his children then he’d be supportive of my sexuality,” she simply said.
Her father looked unfazed, “Brian said the same thing but that’s simply not how it is,” he looked at his wife, “We’d best go upstairs and let these fine gentlemen do their job,” he spared one last look at his daughter before leaving the room.
Her mother was far more emotional about the whole ordeal and Abigail let her hug her one last time but apart from that they didn’t even say goodbye.
“Just tell Jack I don’t blame him,” she shouted up the stairs, she knew they would.
She heard the men stand up behind her and she turned to face them. Both were young and held apologetic glances. The youngest man had his hands in his pockets and he sighed loudly, “That was messier than sneezing with a nosebleed,” he looked at his partner who nodded then looked back at Abigail, “Let’s just get you in the van.”
Abigail didn’t fight because what good would that do? If she ran away and they caught her things would only be worse for her and fighting them would be just as deconstructive, not that she could take the big, burly guys hovering over her.
Her parents had done her a kindness by having this done late at night when no one would be awake save for the odd soul driving home from work but they were of no consequence to her. They led her down the stony pathway in nothing but her nightgown. She prayed that an updraft didn’t humiliate her further but judging from most slave owners she knew it was only a matter of time before she would be forced to bare it all for her new owner and in public too, the very thought brought tears to her eyes.
The back of the van was opened and was Abigail fastened to her seat by a chain locked around her ankle by a thick metal hoop. “What if we have an accident?” Abigail couldn’t help but ask, “Shouldn’t I get a seatbelt?”
The man ignored her complaint, technically she didn’t have a voice that would stand out anymore and she just sighed and leaned back. The next half hour was the most nerve racking drive of her young life, the fourteen year old squealed at every bump, whined at every sharp corner and lurched forward painfully on her ankle chain with every sudden stop.
By the end of it all she felt she had grown about half an inch on that side.
When the van stopped for good and the engine turned off she was relieved beyond measure. The door was opened again and the slaver came in to undo her ankle restraint and she found herself limping towards the Diamond Arrow Processing Centre once she hit the ground.
Once inside she was taken downstairs directly and into an open room with showerheads along the walls. One of the men left while the other stayed. “Alright, I just got to clean you for the doc’s,” he told her, “Take off your clothes.” She hesitated, “Either you do it or I do it kid?”
“Okay,” Abigail knew it was useless to disobey; she was a slave now and would have to start thinking like one, “Can you turn around?”
“No.”
Abigail blushed and instead turned around herself, chances are he had seen countless girls, perhaps even younger than her, naked and her turning around would make no difference in how completely unfazed he was by a naked teenager. If ever there was a rumor that all slavers were pedophiles this man proved it wrong.
With a business like manner he came up behind Abigail and turned her around, moved her hands away from her budding chest, and proceeded to soak her in freezing cold water all over her thin body. Abigail squealed in shock and the man chuckled, “It’ll warm up,” he told her, “No sense in wasting time waiting though.”
Abigail’s teeth began to chatter before it even became tepid. Locks of her curly, ginger hair fell over her eyes and hung, wet and heavy, down her back. Whenever she tried to hug her chest the man would simply move her arm away again and continue like before. He hosed her down her back, front, sides, legs, feet and…intimate areas…much to Abigail’s humiliation. In fact, he had been more intimate with her than Melissa had ever been just by doing his job.
She hated this man with every fiber of her being for the way he treated her so aloofly.
“Alright, that should do it,” he replaced the shower head, “Stay here,” he told her, “The doc should be down soon.”
Abigail thought this was a little irresponsible, leaving a slave unattended, but running never really crossed her mind and before she knew it a female doctor has arrived. When she looked at Abigail a smile crossed her face which was slightly wrinkled but she couldn’t be more than forty.
“Well at least you’re not a troublemaker,” she said and looked at her clipboard, “Abigail Thompson, sold because of a religious dispute?”
“Yes madam,” Abigail lowered her head.
“What did you do?”
Abigail sighed, “I kissed my best friend Melissa.”
“Just kisses?” Abigail nodded, “Oh you poor dear,” Abigail detected genuine pity, “But it can’t be helped, the best thing we can do for you is sell you quickly, we’ve just got to get a picture of your lovely face and believe me, a face like yours will sell quick and high on the online markets but first we need to do a medical examination.”
Abigail was led, by hand, further down the row of showers and into a room at the back where a long table was set across the floor and sitting on it where three other wet, naked and embarrassed slaves all of which where children her age.
“Sit up here please Abby,” Abigail hated being called Abby but she pretended to ignore it and sat up on the table, “Alright, let’s just give you a once over seeing as you look healthy enough.”
The woman started to examine Abigail and to break the tension the doctor started to ask questions. “So do you like girls Abigail?”
Abigail blushed, “Why do you ask?”
“It’s for your sales description, this way owners looking for a sex slave will know if you’ll be into them or not?”
“I do then,” Abigail stated, “Does that mean a woman will buy me?”
“Well it’s a double edged sword I’m afraid,” she told Abigail, “You might get a lady or you might get a man who bought you to make you uncomfortable, that’s just how it is for your kind.”
Abigail hated that, basically she was less than human in the eyes of free society. “Would he rape me?”
The Doctor gave her a confused look, “Slave’s can’t be raped?” she told Abigail, “I thought they taught that in school.” Abigail never paid attention in Social Studies.
“So I could be sold to a man who doesn’t care that I’m a lesbian?” the Doctor nodded and Abigail felt afraid for the first time, “But that’s so cruel, how could you let someone do that?”
“Keep your voice down!”
Abigail fought to calm herself down; she had started to cry at the thought of being raped over and over for god knows how long by some horrible old man. News reports talked about people who fight for the rights of slave children and whatnot but nothing had changed save for restrictions on physical violence beyond punishment spankings and bondage but a child could still technically be used sexually even if it hurt him or her.
“Can you make it so only women can buy me?”
The woman started to check Abigail’s teeth just then, “No I can’t,” she finished her examination, “No one here will fight for you, we can at least make sure your comfy before you go but beyond that you’ll be at the mercy of whoever buys you.” She stroked Abigail’s hair softly, “Just be good and respectful and you might find your new owner to be very loving?”
“What if he only wants to make me unhappy?”
“Well that’s not unlikely,” the woman said, “But you’re term is unspecified, meaning we don’t know how long you’ll be a slave for, so unless your owner buys you for life he or she can’t condition you too hard and of course you’ll be given regular and surprise examinations so any physical abuse wont stay hidden.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t fight for me?”
“No but we aim to make sure that you stay resalable should your relationship with your new owner go shit up,” Abigail was told to stand up, “Alright, we’ll just ask you a few more questions before we put you to bed.”
The sound of a nice bed was very appealing to Abigail. During the interview she realized she had stopped covering herself despite many new and strange faces walking by her as she toured the Centre. She put it down to simply knowing that no one would care, she was a slave now and slaves were mostly naked as, in the eyes of some, slaves had no need for modesty because their bodies didn’t belong to them.
Afterwards her account was set up and Abigail was put to bed. The bed was, by all accounts, fairly normal and by and large a real bed so she slept comfortably under a cosy blanket on a soft mattress with a pillow. In the morning she ate a cooked breakfast of sweetened porridge and orange juice before being taken to the office of a man who was the owner of this particular Processing Centre.
Their meeting was very formal; she stood, still naked with her hands behind her back as instructed, while he sat and when he finally spoke after simply staring her up and down his words brought a flutter of excitement and fear in the teenager’s stomach. “You’ve been bought up,” he told her simply, “Not an hour after you went online someone in New York City bought you.” He looked like he wanted to touch her and last night he would have been allowed but now she wasn’t his.
“Is it a man or a woman sir?” Abigail asked politely.
He clicked a few buttons on his keyboard and manoeuvred his mouse a bit, “A lesbian couple, would you believe it, two kids, both free, one’s your age and the other is eleven,” he clicked about a little more, “The dykes are in their late thirties.” Abigail couldn’t help but smile, “Don’t be too happy kid, they could be just as bad as a man.”
Abigail shrugged, “At least they don’t have dicks sir...”
 
She would be released onto a plane that afternoon but right now they had to prepare her. She was given pretty make up and washed in sweet smelling soaps. Her hair was straightened and any hair on her body was shaved off then after all that they fixed chains to her arms and legs with a single line of chain between the wrist and ankle cuffs thus making sure she couldn’t run.
“The state of New York’s slavery laws say that a slave must be chained in public and, if your owners wish it, at home too,” the slave in charge of preparing her said, “Also you can’t be naked in public their so they made robes designed specifically for slaves who need to go out in public in their chains, it comes in three pieces.”
First he put a plain white poncho over her head followed by a dress which he wrapped around her waist and zipped up the back and lastly he put a belt around her waist to keep the dress pressed to her body.
“Snazzy huh?” the slave said with a smile.
Abigail looked down at herself; the only skin on display was her arms and the area below her kneecaps and of course, her head. The dress looked like it wouldn’t blow about in the wind but it was still loose enough for her to walk unhindered.
“Oh and there’s also a sandal law for slaves,” he told her quickly, “Broken glass and all that.” Abigail tapped her feet playfully, clothes and an all woman family...suddenly things didn’t seem so bad. “Alright now,” the slave said, “The van will take you the airport and once there, the hostesses on the plane will see to you, after that your owners are obliged to come and pick you up at the airport.”
The plane ride was pretty boring, she was given headphones so she could listen to music and the couple in front of her made a habit of talking to her every so often which was nice. She was tied to her seat though and despite her Coverer the way her ankles were bound gave the couple a generous view right between her legs and at her shaved sex which was pretty embarrassing but they kindly made no mention of it, she wondered if those horror stories about slaves being seen as not human were false after all.
The flight ended eventually though and she was led off the plane towards a crowd of people waiting for loved one’s and slaves like her. She saw an older man holding up a billboard with her name on it and Abigail pointed it out to the hostess who approached the man.
“I’m here on behalf off Miss Jackie and Charlotte,” he told Abigail, “Your new owners.”
“Hi,” Abigail said politely, “Thank you for coming to get me sir.” Abigail’s leash, which was attached to a metal collar around her neck, was handed over to the man so they began walking, “Are they nice people?”
The man chuckled, “They most certainly are,” the airport was absolutely packed but no one paid the slave any mind, “They’re very excited to meet you.”
“I’m excited too,” Abigail ran to walk beside the man.
“Yes, I can tell,” they managed to make it outside; “You’re like them aren’t you?”
“You mean gay?” he nodded, “That’s why I’m so excited.” They were walking towards a black limo, “Are the kids nice?”
“Hanna and Kayla are both fine young ladies,” he opened the door to the front passenger seat of the limo for Abigail, which surprised her, and she climbed in, “Hanna is the youngest daughter, she can be a little impulsive and mouthy but apart from that she’s a good girl while Kayla’s a bit more shy but very polite and friendly when you can get a word out of her.”
Abigail stopped talking the whole journey through the city. She had never been this far north before and was content just watching the city as they drove from JFK Airport. After twenty minutes they finally stopped outside a house that looked far too small to be owned by a family with a limo. “Just go upstairs and knock on the door.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll run?” Abigail asked him but he shook his head.
“Not really, you’ll likely not find better owners than the ladies here,” Abigail nodded her understanding and stepped out onto the street. An endless stream of people walked by her and they all gave her a quick glance before moving on, she felt naked despite her Coverer.
She ran up the steps as the driver drove away and upon reaching the door she knocked on it three times before realising there was a doorbell and sighed at her blind stupidity. Eventually the door was opened by a tall woman with short blonde hair that had a real fifties housewife style and her green eyes searched the doorway before quickly finding Abigail standing in the cold.
“My, oh my,” the woman said and smiled, “You must be Abigail?”
“Yessum,” the girl said, not having spoken like that in years she choked it down to nerves, “I mean yes ma’am.”
“Just call me Charlotte, my wife is your Mistress and I don’t like the whole title thing,” she told Abigail who nodded and apologised, “Come inside and meet Jackie, the girls should be coming home from school soon enough.”
“Thank you,” Abigail said appreciatively and felt more relaxed in the warmth of the house.
“How was the flight?” Charlotte asked Abigail as she began to remove Abigail’s Coverer. Abigail blushed but made no attempt to stop her.
“It-it was fine,” she told her nervously, “Thank you Miss-Charlotte.”
The poncho was the first to go and Charlotte idly stroked her shoulder, “Such beautiful skin,” she said softly and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. Abigail shuddered slightly; this kind of attention went far beyond the simple kissing she and Melissa had shared. Abigail realised she had hardly given her best friend a thought and felt immensely guilty about it but what good would it do her anyway?
“Don’t be afraid, Abby,” Charlotte said into her ear after Abigail shuddered.
“Please don’t call me Abby,” Abigail suddenly said then blushed again, “Sorry...forced habit you can call me what you like.”
“That’s quite alright,” she was now massaging Abigail’s shoulders gently, “I’ll call you Abigail.”
“Honey, is that Abigail?” came a voice from the living room.
“Yes it is dear,” Charlotte stopped stroking her shoulders and proceeded to remove the rest of her clothing and hang it on a hook along with her leesh. A wide smile spread across her lips when she got her first eyeful of the teenager’s body but she said nothing to embarrass Abigail further.
Instead she was led, chains jangling as she walked, into the living room where a man sat on an armchair reading a newspaper but upon closer inspection Abigail realised that it was in fact a woman. Her black hair was cut boyishly short and she wore a business suit.
“This is my wife Jackie,” Charlotte told Abigail who nodded her head respectfully, “She’s a real dyke isn’t she?”
Jackie laughed, “And your a prissy little fusspot of a housewife,” she stood up and walked over too Abigail then picked her up off her feet and hugged her hard, “Welcome home Abigail,” she said happily.
Abigail was taken aback by the affection, was this how their daughters were treated? No wonder they seemed like good kids. She would have hugged her back if not for the chain between her wrists.
“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Charlotte enthused excitedly.
“She certainly is,” Abigail was put back on her feet, “I love her hair the most it’s so bright and colourful.”
“Thank you Mistress,” Abigail said with a blush, “I-I’m happy to be here.”
Jackie ruffled her hair before walking over to Charlotte. “Alright, I’m late as it is,” she said and looked over at Abigail, “But it was worth it to meet her, I’ll see you later sweetie.”
They kissed quickly on the lips before Jackie left and Charlotte sighed happily.
“Isn’t it a bit late in the day to just be going to work?”
Charlotte looked puzzled for a second then laughed, “No she’s going bowling with her brothers and it’s a Monday ritual for them, after that they’ll get dinner and go out drinking.”
“So she just likes wearing suits?”
“She likes to rub it in their faces that she makes more money than them,” she giggled, “But that’s my Jackie, ever proud.” Charlotte took Abigail’s hand, “Now you’ll be expected to do some chores,” Charlotte began to explain, “But the girls have their own chores so when your cleaning the house don’t clean their rooms and leave the dishes after dinner to them but during the day when they aren’t here you’ll have a list of chores to do that’s on the fridge.”
Abigail was led through to a kitchen and Charlotte pointed to a list, “Read it through and make a start, I’ll be upstairs cleaning my own room if you need me.” She left Abigail to read the list:-
 
Hello Abigail 
 
Vacuum and dust the house every three days and also open the windows as you do it but don’t clean the bedrooms, we’ll take care of our own spaces
Clean the bathroom fully once a week, the things you need will be in the bathroom cupboard but shout on one of us if you need a hand
Clean the kitchen fully, use a mop on the floor and disinfectant on the counters and utilities once a week but breakfast and lunch dishes are to be done daily
Make sure any vases, portraits and other pieces are kept clean
We wash and dry our own clothes when it needs done so don’t worry about that
The mop, vacuum and dusting equipment is kept in the cupboard under the stairs
Also keep your bed made and the sheets fresh
And lastly please follow our commands to the letter, we will punish you if you cause trouble but that’s not what we want to do
 
Welcome to the family
 
Charlotte ‘X’
 
Now Abigail was nervous, she had been terrible at cleaning when she was living back home in Texas but now she was expected to keep a whole house clean! She decided to do all the small things first and began by washing the dishes from breakfast and lunch then she pulled out the vacuum and began to hoover the entire house. Halfway through the first room she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Charlotte offering her something.
“I figured you’d like to listen to some music while you work?” she offered her an iPod, “I don’t know if you’ll like any of my music but, here.” It was a white, classic iPod.
Abigail had never been allowed an iPod back home, “Thank you but-well-I don’t have any pockets?”
“Oh that’s right,” she thought for a second then left the room for a few minutes and returned with thr belt from Abigail’s Coverer, “It can clip onto this belt, see,” she put the belt on Abigail then put the iPod on her, “Alright, give it back when your done.”
“Thank you Ma’am,” Abigail said and put the earplugs in. After fiddling around for a few minutes she found out how to start the music and almost defended herself when she accidently put it to full volume but once she turned it down she found that the chores seemed less boring with a little music to power her through it.
In fact the time simply flew by, she cleaned the entire house in just less than two hours but with practice she knew she could do it even quicker and now all that was left to do was clean the kitchen and bathroom fully. That didn’t take her very long either.
Charlotte examined her work to make sure she had done it right and although she was pleased with the effort she did notice a few mistakes. “This is good,” she assured Abigail when they sat together in the den afterwards sipping on lemonade, “I’m not going to punish you for a few mistakes but try and improve anyway okay?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Abigail gave her back her iPod, “Thank you for this.”
“No problem and please, just call me Charlotte,” she stroked Abigail’s cheek, “We want you to feel comfortable living here.”
“I was just always told that slave’s address their owners with respectful titles?”
“Yes but I prefer you calling me by name,” she told Abigail, “It makes me more comfortable too.”
As soon as Charlotte finished speaking the front door opened and two pairs of feet stormed down the hall and right into the living room. Despite her earlier easiness with being nude it was different when two girls her age and younger stormed into the den and she immediately covered herself, in high school she had always been nervous around other children especially when it required stripping down before and after gym class.
“It’s okay Abigail,” Charlotte said and moved her arms away from her body, “It’s just Hilary and Kayla.”
“Sorry,” Abigail said with a blush, “Um-hi.”
“Hi,” said Hilary, the youngest, cheerily, “I’m Hilary.”
Abigail stood up and shook both their hands, Kayla didn’t say anything but instead blushed heavily. She really was shy.
“You must be Kayla?” Abigail asked and she nodded.
“Kayla’s not much for words,” Charlotte told Abigail, “Girl’s, go change out of your uniforms and do your homework.”
The girls left to go upstairs. Abigail noticed similarities in them to their two mothers. “Were they artificially conceived?” she asked Charlotte who nodded.
“We both carried one each,” she said with a smile, “Kayla looks like me while Hilary looks a little like Jackie but the men whose sperm we used show through as well.”
“They’re more like their mothers,” Abigail assured her, “Very pretty.”
Charlotte pulled Abigail back down and told her to sit on her lap, “So a little bird told me you were into girls?” Abigail blushed but nodded, “But it was just kissing a friend, am I right?”
“That bird would be correct,” Abigail fidgeted nervously.
“Well I think I’d like to start your training,” Charlotte told her, “Let’s go upstairs.”
“You mean right now?” Abigail asked and Charlotte nodded, “Oh o-okay.”
“It’ll be fun,” Charlotte led Abigail upstairs by her hand and once they reached the second landing they walked down the hall and turned into a bedroom with a double bed. “The girls don’t come in here when the door is closed so don’t worry about them seeing us go at it,” Charlotte climbed onto the bed where she had told Abigail to lie down on then crawled over her, “Let’s see how good a kisser you are.”
Abigail watched as Charlotte lowered her head down towards her own and when their lips met she was surprised at how similar it was to kissing Melissa. They kissed with only their lips at first, tongues staying in their own mouths, but whenever Charlotte opened her mouth she tasted mint on her breath and then she felt something cool and refreshing fall into her mouth. It was a breath mint. She must have put it in her mouth when Abigail was getting on the bed.
“A treat for being such a good kisser,” Charlotte said with a giggle and Abigail sucked on it, she felt naughty by doing so, “Good girl,” Charlotte said seductively then they began to kiss again. They didn’t use tongues this time either but when they were done both woman and girl were red in the face.
“Did you enjoy that?” Charlotte asked, looking hot under the collar. Abigail nodded and Charlotte looked relieved, “Let’s go a bit further,” she told her, “I’ll take off your chains so we can do this unhindered.”
From a key around her neck on a necklace, Charlotte unlocked the chains and threw them aside. “We’ll get you lighter ones in time,” she told her, “With padding on the inside so they don’t damage your beautiful skin.”
“Thank you,” Abigail started to crunch on the breath mint. As she did it, Charlotte opened her legs and lowered her head down towards the nervous teenagers shaved pussy. She closed her eyes when she felt something prod at her clitoris and she gasped loudly as a wave of pleasure swept over her immature body. Charlotte could be heard slurping on her juices as her tongue pleasured Abigail’s little pussy. The teenager groaned loudly, bright red in the face, and shuddered with each wave of pleasure that racked her body.
She became focused only on her release now, only on the pleasure she was being given and how wonderful, how right, it felt. She tried to imagine a man using her, using his ‘thing’ in her pussy, but to her it only looked painful. With Charlotte however, she felt like this was how a woman was meant to make love.
Her body began to shake as a tension built between her legs. “Oh Charlotte,” she gasped, “It-it’s happening now!” Charlotte only increased her pace until Abigail squealed out in a loud orgasm. Abigail felt like she was floating afterwards, drifting in and out of sleep as she was swept away by post orgasmic bliss. She was slightly aware of Charlotte, who had undressed at some point, curling up beside her and holding her tightly.
With a gasp she snapped out of it.
Abigail turned to face Charlotte who gave her another wide smile. “Thank you,” Abigail whispered, “That was amazing.”
“Your welcome baby,” Charlotte moved a lock of sweaty hair away from her eyes, “You look so beautiful with your bangs stuck together like that,” she chuckled lightly, “Very sexy.”
Abigail moved closer to Charlotte who only held her tighter, “Do you want me to do you?”
“When you’re ready,” she offered kindly, “Just take a moment.”
“I’m ready now,” Abigail crawled out Charlotte’s grasp and down the bed to kneel between her legs. She noticed that Charlotte was also shaven and this turned her on even more, “May I?” she looked nervously at Charlotte who only nodded her approval.
Abigail knew she wouldn’t be very good at this but she had some idea of how it was done. She got on her hands and knees then lowered her head, immediately she smelled something sweet and welcoming which could only be Charlotte’s juices. She stuck her tongue out tentatively and drew a line up her slit, as well as tasting her sweet nectar she also noticed how Charlotte shuddered.
Next she simply went too town, using her tongue in a fashion she never thought she’d use it for and Charlotte seemed to be enjoying herself. When her nose bumped against her clit she took it in her mouth almost instinctively and bit on it very lightly, enough to make Charlotte gasp in pleasure, before sucking on it. This sent Charlotte over the edge and Abigail closed her eyes as she squirted onto the teenage slave’s face.
Charlotte didn’t float like Abigail had but instead scooped the teenager into her arms and held her tightly as she kneeled on the bed. Abigail wrapped her arms and legs around Charlotte and held her just as tightly. “That was amazing slave,” she told her happily, “You’re a natural!”
Abigail smiled; she never had a talent before...
 
An Hour Later
 
Abigail was told by Charlotte to help make dinner and when it was ready Hilary was told to set the table. When Abigail had placed down the last of the food she only counted three spaces.
‘Of course you won’t be eating with them,’ she told herself, ‘this is their family time and you’re just their slave.’
She made to leave the kitchen, only a little bit bothered by her discovery and was about to turn into the hallway when she heard Charlotte speak behind her. “Are you going to join us Abigail?”
Abigail turned around and indicated to the empty seat, “There are only three places set?”
Charlotte looked at the table and seemed to suddenly notice, “Hilary, I said set four places,” she prodded the girl on the shoulder, “You heard your mom, she wants Abigail to feel welcome.”
Abigail watched as Hilary set a place for her and apologised again and again for forgetting. Charlotte beckoned Abigail over to the space beside her where the placemat, cutlery and plate had been set. “You’ll eat with us every night,” she told Abigail, “We don’t believe in the practice of dehumanizing slaves, you’re a person so you’ll eat in the company of people.” Abigail took the seat and thanked Hilary.
“I always thought being kind to a slave was a bit mushy?” Abigail put out awkwardly.
“Would you prefer to eat alone out of a dog bowl?” Charlotte challenged and Abigail shook her head, ‘Then shut up and eat,” she winked at Abigail who helped herself to some potatoes.
She was sure now that this wouldn’t be so bad after all...