My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04

... Barbara.

Once recognition set in, and our minds came to grips with what was happening, all three of us shared similar looks. Surprise and shock. I don't know what Barbara and Jane were thinking, but I was stunned.

Looking back and forth between the two naked slaves it occurred to me that I actually was home. What did it mean? Why did they bring me here? Was I to be tormented by those I'd been so cruel to? Master's words came back to me, 'no abuse'. Was that true? How would I be treated by my family? Were any of the slaves that suffered under my foul moods still here?

I felt a little dizzy, and queasy. Apparently Jane and Barbara knew the look, each of them reached out to take one of my arms steadying me. Jane looked behind her, following her gaze, I saw my brother standing behind them, watching me with a concerned look.

James spoke, "She is no different from any of the others, Jane."

"Yes My Lord." Jane replied.

No doubt out of many long years of habit, the first thing Jane said to me was "Welcome home, My Lady."

"Jane...her name is Kate."

"What the fuck, you know my name is Katherine, not Kate, asshole" I decided it was best to keep that little tidbit to my self...for now.

Jane looked back at my brother, "Yes, My Lord."

"Kate," Jane struggled to call me by name, "Welcome to the estate. You are safe here, you will not be abused. Are you steady enough to walk?"

My mind still reeling, all I could do was nod. "Well then let's go meet your new ...

... owner, shall we? You must address him, and any other free men you meet as My Lord, understand?" I nodded again then walked to my brother between to two slaves I knew so well. I was now one of them.

When we stopped before James, his expression showed concern, sympathy, a hint of guilt, and what may even have been love. He spoke to me in a gentle manner intended to be calming.

"Good morning Kate. I'm sure this isn't quite what you expected. I have no doubt that this will be very difficult for you. I wish it didn't have to be like this, but acquiring you for the estate was the only option left to us after your plea agreement."

"Mom, Dad, and I refused to allow you to wind up in some roadside truck stop fuck-shack to be abused for the next twenty five years. Despite what you may think, all of us love you too much to let that happen."

"The way state law is written, we can own you only if you are treated as a slave in all things. So you will be. It's hard to hear it, and harder for me to say it, but I am no longer your brother. Morgan is no longer your mother, and Sam is no longer your father. You will receive no favoritism here, but neither will we tolerate abuse, either to you, or from you." James stopped speaking obviously waiting for my reply.

"Yes, Master...Yes, My Lord, please forgive my error."

James nodded at me, "That was quite the show you put on last night. I'm not at all sure what your intent behind it was, but I must say I enjoyed it."

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