Charity Events

Chapter 11: Starter Slaves

Charity was still in a fog as owners started to arrive at the delivery table to claim their new purchases. Slowly, however, things started to clear and she felt a sense of loss as she saw her mistress standing naked while someone was washing the blue number off of her thigh. Then she stood in shock as she saw Claire arrive, chat with the cashier, write a check and then lead Janice away. "Oh god," thought Charity. "It just gets worse and worse."

"…. and seventeen," registered in Charity's ears. Quickly, she turned her head as she heard her number being spoken. She looked toward the cashier and saw a well-dressed, handsome couple with the man bending down to write a check. "There you go. Thirteen thousand dollars." Charity gasped as she realized that she had just witnessed the transaction in which her body was sold to another individual.

"Would you like to have your purchases delivered or would you care to take them with you?"

"Let me just pull up the van and we'll take them with us. We brought cages along for them."

Charity gulped. Cages? She was going to be put in a cage? The fortyish man then turned and walked away, leaving his wife, who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties, with the cashier.

"Can you have someone bring our pets to me?" asked the woman.

"Sure thing. I'll get them right away." Soon after that, Charity was brought forward to the woman by a man holding onto her upper arm to guide her. "Oh she's darling," exclaimed the woman who reached out and stroked Charity's cheek. "And where's lot number five? Oh here she comes."

Charity was surprised to see that the couple had purchased both her and her professor but she was happy that they had. She felt comfortable around Jill and was pleased that she would be spending the next week with a familiar face.

A minivan was backed up near the delivery table and the man got out and opened the rear door. The woman led the girls to the car and one-by-one, the girls had their shackles removed and were helped into the two small cages lying on the floor. There were no introductions and no conversation. None was needed, Charity supposed. She and Jill were simply property to these people. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she crouched in the small cage and felt the car start up and drive away. The only comfort that she felt was from Jill's finger rubbing against one of her knuckles as her slave sister reached out as much as she could.

While the minivan bumped along the cobblestones of the long driveway, the girls in the cages could not make out anything that was said up front. Once the car got onto the highway, however, the two slaves could hear their new owners talking.

"Pretty expensive," said the man.

"Worth every penny, though," replied the woman. "I just hope that Chet and Mandy appreciate their gifts.

Charity opened her eyes wide at that comment and looked to her cage mate for understanding. Jill just rubbed her finger over the knuckle again. Because of the tight mesh of the cages, that was as intimate as the two girls could get.

After a thirty minute ride, the car pulled into another long driveway and, after five more minutes, it stopped. The girls were let out of their cages and were allowed to stretch. They looked around and saw what could only be described as a less modest estate than the one they just left, although it was only slightly less modest. The property seemed vast and nothing other than a lake in the distance could be seen other than the forest that surrounded the cultivated yard and the mansion. The house was enormous by most standards, but was a little bit smaller than the one where they had been sold. Both girls knew that the $13,000 was not a big expenditure for this couple.

"Come girls," instructed the woman. "We need to get you prepared and hidden for the surprise."

Charity glanced at Jill but got no response so she followed the woman into the house. They were led through the massive doorway and into a foyer with two curved staircases that led to the second floor. The woman led them up the left staircase and into a bedroom. There, she finally informed the slaves of their roles for the upcoming week.

"I am Allison Steepford. My husband's name is Percival, although most people call him Perry. But you won't be seeing much of us this week." Allison sat down and relaxed, crossing her legs as she smiled at the two naked females.

"You were bought as birthday presents for our children. Well, it's actually sort of a combination birthday and graduation present. Chet and Mandy are twins and they both graduated from high school in June. Today is their birthday and Perry and I decided to give them their first slaves."

"Oh joy," thought Charity. "All I need is a teenage boy pawing all over me."

"Oh joy," thought Jill. "All I need is a teenage boy pawing all over me."

"Ma'am," started Jill. "Or should I call you Mistress?"

"Ma'am is fine," Allison replied. "Save Mistress for Mandy. What was your question?"

"Thank you for choosing us Ma'am," Jill said. "But can you tell us more about your children? And what are we supposed to do with them?"

"Let me answer the second question first," responded Allison. "You are supposed to do whatever they want. I suppose there will be a lot of sex in the beginning. But I am hoping that novelty will wear off by week's end and they will begin to appreciate the value of a good slave. You should consider yourselves as starter slaves for them."

Then she went on to describe her children. Chet was described as a handsome student-athlete. He was an honors student throughout high school, lettered in three sports each year, and dated frequently. Basically, he was a well-adjusted, talented and popular boy.

Mandy was described as pretty, popular and poised. She was also athletic but only played field hockey. She was a good student and graduated near the top of her class. She was quieter than Chet but, despite that apparent shyness, had been president of the senior class.

"And they will both be going to Gulf State in the Fall," Allison concluded. Both slaves blanched and glanced at each other. Gulf State University was where Jill taught and Charity attended as a student.

"What?" asked Allison. "GSU is an excellent school!"

"Yes Ma'am," replied Jill. "It is supposed to be a very good school. It has an excellent reputation."

"Oh god," thought Jill. "All I need is another college student knowing that I'm a slave."

"Oh god," thought Charity. "All I need is a college student knowing that I'm a slave."

"You two should shower now. The kids will be home soon and I want to give them their gifts."

"Yes Ma'am," replied Charity. The two girls went into the bathroom, followed by Allison who sat on the closed toilet seat to watch her two charges. Jill started the shower and, when the water warmed up, the two girls stepped into the shower. Allison observed the way that the two girls worked together to bathe each other. She watched as the soapy hands of one ran over the perfect curves of the other and was very pleased with her purchases. She thought that she and Perry would have to take these pets to bed with them at some point. As they toweled each other off, Allison again admired the perfect breasts and bottoms and smiled to herself as she looked at the beautiful faces.

"I think that number five should be shaved as well," the woman said.

"Yes Ma'am," Charity replied. "My name is Charity. And this is Jill."

"Good. That's much better than calling you by your lot numbers all week." Then Jill perched on the edge of the tub as Charity knelt between her legs with the razor. Several minutes later, both girls were hairless from the neck down.

Allison led her charges back into the bedroom where she tied each girl's wrists behind her back with a pink ribbon, forming an ornate bow. Then she took narrower ribbon and tied little pink bows onto each nipple. She finally stepped back to admire her work and smiled as she saw the four bows moving with each breath and quiver.

"Perfect little presents. Now you're all set. We just need to wait for the kids." Charity and Jill were allowed to sit on the bed to wait while Allison busied herself elsewhere in the house, giving the girls a chance to talk.

"I'm not sure I like the idea of being a starter slave for a couple of teenagers," complained Jill.

"Oh I don't know," said Charity. "It can't be all that bad. We could have been bought by some sadist."

"But how am I supposed to teach those two next year? You heard her. They're coming to our school."

"Well, you teach me," observed Charity.

"You're different, Charity," said the older woman. "You're special."

Charity apparently appreciated the comment because she leaned into her slave sister and kissed her before nuzzling against her cheek.

"Besides, you're a slave like me," Jill went on. "I think it will be a lot more difficult having a former owner in my class." Just then, they heard a door open and more voices rang through the house.

"Uh oh," said Charity. "Here goes."

"Things could get real interesting in a few minutes," agreed Jill.

Several more minutes passed before Allison arrived. She told the two girls to remain silent and then led them downstairs. Before they entered the living room, Allison called out to her children. "No close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them." Then she guided the two gift-wrapped slavegirls into the living room.

"Surprise!" shouted Allison and both teenagers opened their eyes. Charity and Jill were already blushing by this point and Mandy quickly followed suit. Chet's reaction was bugged out eyes and a jaw drop followed by "What the.."

"Do you like them?" asked Allison.

"I… er… um…" stammered Mandy. "What is this, Mom?"

"These are your own personal slavegirls. At least they are for the next week. And then we have to give them back."

"What do we do with slavegirls," asked Chet.

"Anything you want, son," interjected Perry. "Anything at all."

"Oh," was the simultaneous response from both teenagers.