Disclaimer: There are no underage kids having sex or participating in sexual activities in this chapter.
Sonya and the other girls came home late afternoon Sunday. All three were happy campers. All exhibited smiling faces which was funny when you thought about them being slaves returning to the home of the guy who owned them. Sonya approached me with a small wrapped gift. "I'd told my mother not to get you anything, but of course she ignored me. She and Dad had asked me what you did for work and recreation. Of course I did not say 'other than screw and spank his slave girls?'" she added with a giggle. "I told them you hunted deer and hogs. Mom made this for you." I opened the package to find a very nice knitted stocking cap with a camouflage pattern. I'd make a point of calling Sonya's mother to thank her later that evening.
At dinner I asked the three how their time away went. All three proclaimed how much they enjoyed it and thanked me for the chance to spend the holiday with family. Rene said she and Carol wanted to talk to me in private later. Obviously it concerned something they did not want to discuss in front of the whole group.
"Bas, do you remember our other roommate? The one we were with when we vandalized that body shop?" I nodded. I had only seen her briefly when I helped Robin remove her possessions from the apartment they all shared. None of the girls had been friendly at the time except for Carol. I knew the third girl's name and some of what happened to her from her uncle, John Hebert, the high school principal.
"Well, our moms are close friends with Angie's stepmom. Angie came over last night and we all spent the night at my house." Carol said. "Angie is still kinda messed up but she is getting over it. Well, sorta. She told us how she was treated at the dealership. She was screwed all day long for the whole week they kept her. Even the women used her. Nobody was remotely nice.The only thing they fed her was slave chow and well, ummm, body fluids. She was spanked and whipped until she just gave up and did whatever she was told without question. Or thinking. She has nightmares about it." I listened, wondering how this was my concern.
"We told her how things are here.That we are still in school and all that. We felt guilty telling her we share a bedroom with a connected private bathroom and pretty much how good we have it. We described how we do things around here, sharing the workload around the house with one slave in charge of running the house. We told our moms all this before so we are sure Ms Katie knew most of it but Angie did not." Rene said, continuing the story. "Well, this morning when Ms Katie came to pick Angie up, she asked us for your phone number because she wants to talk to you." I did not understand. "She said it had to do with what to do about Angie. We wanted to give you a heads up that she intends to call you."
Sure enough, before I could tell Lenore about this, my cell phone rang. "Mr Landry? My name is Kate Winslow. My daughter Angie was with a couple of your slave girls when they vandalized that auto body shop." she began as introduction. We exchanged greetings. "I was wondering if I could meet with you tomorrow or sometime soon to discuss my daughter." I told her I knew some of the girl's story but I was not a therapist and did not know how I could possibly help her. "I know you aren't and I feel very uncomfortable discussing this over the phone. Can we possibly meet in person?" I asked her when she would be free. We agreed to meet the very next morning at the same coffee shop I had first met Rene's and Carol's mothers.
I told Lenore about the conversation."Why would she want to talk to me?" I asked. Lenore told me she guessed they wanted me to allow the girl to come live with us or at least visit often to get her acclimated to life as a slave. "Well, that is not gonna happen." I declared. "We do not have the room. I have that contractor coming out to give me an estimate for converting the whole garage area to more bedrooms. The guy did a fantastic job expanding Derk's house and our garage is huge. Later we might have room for guests." Lenore gave me a slight smile and let me vent. "You are dealing with a bunch of problems with half our slaves and we are about to bust some ass there. We don't need more problems. Plus I cannot imagine anyone wanting to let their own kid live the life of a slave especially with some stranger."
That last statement had Lenore in stitches. I watched her laugh for a few seconds and then asked her curtly what was so damn funny. "YOU!" she said. "Your own stepdaughter who you raised is right down the hall wearing a slave collar. You and I have both paddled her ass. We have used her sexually. All three holes. I am about to nail her ass to the wall WITH your blessing." I told her that was different. "How? Just because you are the one doing it and have control? Joanne is still a slave and is treated like one. No. You go talk to this Kate woman and see what she wants. Use your judgement. I'll stand by you no matter what you decide." I asked if she would take time off from work and go with me but she refused.
Kate was waiting for me when I entered the coffee shop. She stood and waved to me when I walked in the door. "Mr. Landry, it is good to meet you." Kate greeted me. "I smiled back and asked her how she knew who I was. "Lucy Cormier, Carol's mother showed me your picture. Lucy, Barbara and I have had several discussions about you." I offered to buy her a coffee while I tried to digest what she said. When I returned with our drinks she continued. "I'll cut to the chase. Angie is going to be a slave for a long time. My husband and I cannot handle her. Let me rephrase that. My husband can not stand to have her around full time as a slave. He admits short visits like Rene and Carol do might work. He has the mentality well, I should call it conviction, that slaves are convicts who deserve their punishment. To tell you the truth that sentiment is shared among all of us parents."
"Of course he hated what happened to her at the auto dealership, but on the other hand nothing done to her was illegal. And if it were any other slave he would have fully approved. He feels a slave deserves the treatment he or she gets. It is tearing him up knowing his daughter was on the receiving end. He feels his conflict makes him a hypocrite and that guilt has him depressed." She paused to wipe a tear and I told her I thought John Hebert bought her and the girl lived with him. "He did, but he and his wife went on a two week cruise during the Christmas break so Angie has been staying with us. We honestly tried to make things work and treat her like before when she was in high school. But her slave collar is something neither of us can get past. And it is causing problems for our boys."
I sipped my coffee and let her talk. "Angie was ten when her father and I married. I had my first son right away. At eleven my oldest knows what a slave is. He hears about them from his friends, learns about them in school, sees them on television and now his sister is one. He walked into Angie's room over a week ago, well it became his room when Angie moved out but we are having him sleep in his brother's room while she is home. She was getting dressed and yelled at him when he entered to get something without knocking. Her language was pretty crude. He got mad back and they argued. At the end, he wanted her butt beaten. He demanded she bend over and she refused because he is way too young. Then he wanted us to punish her. My husband was caught in the middle but had to agree with our boy that slaves have no right to act like that. To keep the peace I took Angie into my room and told her I was going to spank her but not too hard. She was to act like I really did a number on her. My husband felt bad about it but our son was satisfied justice was done. We cannot go on like this."
"My brother in law John is also having difficulty with the idea of having a slave in his house and my sister hates it even though Angie is her niece. We all talked it over at the beginning and thought we'd let her live like a slave for a few years but without the sexual component and then try to transition her to live like a free girl but with a collar. Now that does not seem possible. We are afraid to even let her go out in public by herself. She is cute and we know sooner or later she is gonna get raped or worse. She goes from acting like a normal girl to full slave mode in a heartbeat. We simply are at our wit's end!"
"How do you think I can help?" I asked. "I'm not a therapist. Have you tried counseling to help her cope?" Kate nodded and told me they cannot afford private long term therapy. There are many charitable groups to help freed slaves transition back to freedom, but their programs are not designed for people still enslaved and especially not for new slaves.
