Have Faith

Chapter 11

"My, my," Faith heard. "What have we here?"

Faith looked up from her little bed of straw and peered through the barred door of the stall. Standing on the other side was her Aunt Jane.

Faith was initially elated that she was finally rescued. Her long ordeal was over. But then a fear washed through her body. If Aunt Jane was going to rescue her, why hadn't she opened the door already? And someone had to own all of those harnesses and that cart. Her aunt was in the practice of enslaving girls, she suddenly realized.

"Stand up for me," Jane said. "Let me get a good look at you."

Faith had become better at getting to her feet during her captivity but, with her hands bound behind her, it was still an awkward struggle. She turned toward her aunt and pleaded.

"Please release me, Aunt Jane," she begged. "The twins have held me prisoner for over a week."

"Yes, I just learned that," Jane replied. "I was wondering why you were never around when I called. I should have guessed. But they have never captured a girl before. At least they've got good taste. You are even more lovely than I could have imagined. Turn for me."

Faith blushed at the command. "But Aunt Jane…"

"Hush, little one. Just turn."

Faith bit her lower lip nervously but complied with the command. She felt her blush deepen as she slowly turned, knowing that she was displaying herself to her aunt.

"Simply perfection," said Jane as she studied the delicate feminine curves of her niece. "They have good taste, indeed."

"Aunt Jane, why haven't you released me yet?"

"All in good time, sweet girl. All in good time."

"Are you planning on keeping me?" asked an astonished Faith.

"I have faith," smiled Jane. "And I intend to keep her for a bit. We'll play this game a little longer."

"Aunt Jane! How could you?"

Jane was facing a dilemma. Her daughters had created a mess and, if she released Faith, Faith was bound to say something. In the best case, her relationship with her sister, Faith's mother, could be severely damaged, if not severed. In the worst case, her daughters would end up in prison for a variety of crimes. She knew that she would have to let her niece go eventually but she needed time to come up with a solution before that could happen. Of course, she could always dispose of the girl by selling her into the slave market but she couldn't imagine doing something like that to family.

There was a bright side to her problem. Her niece was stunningly beautiful and she had already been partially broken in by the twins. She was currently between slavegirls and Faith would provide some entertainment for her for the next couple of months.

Jane opened the door to the stall and walked to where Faith was standing. She reached up and plucked a piece of straw out of the girl's hair. "Relax, little one. Nobody is going to hurt you. At least nobody is going to do any permanent damage. And you might find that you enjoy being my slavegirl."

She reached down and cupped Faith's sex with her hand, feeling the slick petals against her fingers. She brought them up to let Faith see. "See? You are already enjoying it."

"Oh, Aunt Jane, I don't know why I'm always so wet. I don't enjoy it. It's horrible to be naked and chained all the time."

Jane reached out and touched Faith's breasts, causing the girl to back away from her aunt. "Come back, little one."

Faith did not want to do anything that even remotely resembled being cooperative. But she also remembered the awful torture inflicted on her body earlier in her imprisonment. She did not want a repeat of that. Reluctantly, she moved back to where she had been standing earlier.

Jane returned her hands to the girl's breasts. She ran her palms over the smooth soft skin, appreciating the firmness of her niece's well endowed chest. Then she slid her hands beneath them and lifted them, feeling their weight. "These are beauties. You should be very proud of them."

"I should be free and clothed too," retorted Faith. She was blushing from having her breasts being so intimately touched by her aunt but she was still angry that she was not being released.

"I will enjoy owning these, even if it's just for a little while," said Jane, ignoring Faith's response. She continued to hold the firm mounds and let her thumbs brush back and forth across the nipples, causing them to stiffen.

Eventually, Jane led her captive out of the stall and sat on a bench. She instructed Faith to kneel, which turned out to be every bit as awkward as standing up. But she finally was able to assume the correct position and knelt at her aunt's feet.

They spent the next hour talking. Faith did most of the talking as Jane asked questions. She had to describe everything that happened to her since the twins captured her. She had to describe the best thing that happened and that was when she was finally given water. She described the most erotic thing as the daily showers when the girls would strip and play with her body. The paddling was, by far, the worst thing. Pulling a cart was the most humiliating.

She had to describe her sexual history which resulted in a very short explanation. Almost her entire sexual history occurred in the past week and a half.

"Do you like giving orgasms or receiving them better?" asked Jane.

Faith blushed at that question. In the past week, she had learned that she liked both for very different reasons. She liked receiving because of the delicious feelings that exploded in her body. She liked giving because it gave her a sense of power to be able to control someone else's pleasure. She was not sure how to answer. Either answer carried with it embarrassment.

"I like to receive better," she finally chose.

"Let's go to the house," Jane finally said after the quizzing was finished. "You've slept in the barn long enough."

"Thank god," thought Faith. This was a big step forward in her mind.

Faith remained cuffed but at least she was out of that stall. Jane led her naked across the yard and into the house. The twins were sitting at the kitchen table, grinning as they entered the house.

"Isn't she just perfect, Mama?" asked Cinny.

"Yes, dear," replied Jane. "She's perfect in every way. But she is through being a pony for awhile."

"Oh," said Linny with a frown on her face. "But we're going to keep her, aren't we?"

"For a little bit longer, yes," said Jane. That news brightened the faces of both girls. Jane continued leading her charge deeper into the house and up the stairs until they got to the master bedroom. "I think we could both use a bath right now."

Faith had not seen a bathtub in a week and a half and was dying for a bath. "That would be lovely."

Jane turned to her and placed her hands on her niece's shoulders as she looked her in the eyes. "Listen, Faith. It was not my idea to turn you into a slavegirl and I never would have done something like that to family. But what's done is done."

Faith listened with wide eyes and her heart seemed to pound faster with each word spoken. What did her aunt me by ‘what's done is done'? Was she going to keep her forever?

"We can't unring the bell. You were captured and enslaved. But I promise that you will be released at the end of the summer. Until then, you will belong to me. I will let the twins play with you but you are my property. Do you understand?"

"No, not really, Aunt Jane," replied Faith. "Why won't you let me go now?"

"For two reasons," Jane said. "First, you have entered a world that you don't fully understand yet. It would not be fair to you to let you go before you know enough to like it or dislike it. You did not choose the world. The world chose you. But I feel it is my responsibility to help you learn it." Faith remained silent.

"The second reason is a selfish one. You are so beautiful that I can't help but want to own you. I may not be able to keep you forever, but at least I will own you for a little while to be able to enjoy you."

"You may find that you like it and want to continue. The life of a slavegirl can be very erotic and satisfying. You get to explore all kinds of new things without the responsibility of making any decisions. All of your decisions will be made for you. And because you aren't deciding, there can't be any guilt."

"You may find that you like the lifestyle but don't want to be a bottom or submissive. That would be worth learning too. And if you turn out to be a mistress, then your time as a slavegirl will be very valuable to you. Or you may conclude that you want no part of the domination and submission lifestyle. That would be worth learning too but at least it will be an educated decision."

"Now," continued Jane, "will you agree to be my slavegirl for the remainder of the summer?"

Faith's head was spinning at this point. "Aunt Jane, are you asking me to voluntarily give up my freedom?"

Jane smiled and leaned forward, kissing Faith on the lips. "You have already lost your freedom, little one. I am offering to give you a little bit more right now and then return all of your freedom at the end of the summer."

"What will I have to do?" asked Faith.

"Whatever I choose," responded Jane as she brushed her lips back and forth across Faith's.

"Will I be kept naked?"

"Yes, you will. I love your body and want to be able to enjoy it."

"Will I be chained?"

"That's up to you, love," replied Jane. "If you agree to be my slavegirl, then I see no need to keep you constantly bound. You would just have to promise not to run away."

"Will there be sex?"

Jane laughed and flicked the tip of Faith's nose with her tongue. "Of course there will be. This is a very sexual lifestyle and I can't wait to help you explore it."

"What else will there be?" asked Faith. With each of her aunt's answers, Faith's initial reaction was ‘no way!' But then she would think more about it and rationalize that it would not be so bad. She was probably just making excuses at this point. She had already been naked this long. She could last longer. She would be bound but not as often. That was actually an improvement. And she had already had sex with the twins. She was surprised that she liked it so much but she did. While she hadn't had sex with her aunt yet, she assumed that it would be as nice and maybe even nicer since Aunt Jane was more experienced.

"Anything I choose," replied Jane.

"Can you give me some examples?" asked Faith.

"I could, but I won't," responded Jane. She reached out and wrapped her arms around her naked niece, hugging Faith to her. "It would spoil the excitement and fun of the game."

"This is a game?"

"It's a game between you and me," she said. "You aren't going to be my permanent slave so just think of it as a game in which you have a role for the time being. It's not a game for many people. They are very serious about it. But for us, it's going to be fun."

"Okay, Aunt Jane. I'll be your slavegirl."

Jane smiled again and gave Faith a squeeze. "Good girl. Now let's get those cuffs off of you and you can bathe me."