Three Sisters

Part seven of a ten-part story about three sisters and their experiences being graded for sale as slaves. Note that this story contains references to BDSM and not-completely-consensual sexual submission. While the overall story does include themes and depictions of incest or incestual desire, this particular chapter does not, but be aware of that before getting invested in the story. This story also includes one character's growing interest in lesbian sex. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

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Seen and Not Heard

Angie spent the remainder of the hour in a state of fear; she and Alina weren't being graded, they were being

sold

. She had triple-checked the paperwork, there had to be some mistake. She was a free woman, and she was damn well going to remain one. Angie collected herself; no, there was no mistake. HCI had a reputation for not "converting" (as it was called when a free woman was made into a slave without her consent, usually by a broker during grading), that was a big reason why she had chosen them; even Garcia's had been known to "accidentally" put Prime and Choice gradees into the "sell" pen. Magda had double-crossed them, it was the only explanation. If Angie didn't think of something quick, they were both going to be auctioned off. When the graders reappeared she would get their attention and find out what was going on.

As the remaining buyers looked her over (there were still quite a few - she and Alina appeared to be very popular) she looked at them in a very different light because they were no longer theoretical buyers, but potential owners. That made the frowning older lady with the leathery skin who smelled of strong cigarettes MUCH more frightening than she would have been just ten minutes ago; it didn't help that she was

very

focused on inspecting Angie's mouth, even having her stick out her tongue and examining it top and bottom with pinched fingers.

Joanna finally came to retrieve her. She turned off the electromagnet, lowered Angie's arms and re-handcuffed her, clipped a leash to her collar and started to lead her back to the holding area when Angie started frantically snapping her fingers.

Joanna paused, looked at her and said "Have you got something to say to me? As bright as you are, I'm certain you do" she said, then pulled Angie by the leash until she was very close. "Slaves are seen and not heard, 9974. You will learn that at obedience school. That, and so much more." Joanna took Angie's left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist, making her cringe in pain.

"Do not make any more noise. Understood?" she said, slowly enunciating each word, staring hard into the younger woman's eyes. Angie couldn't hold her stare; she swallowed hard and lowered her gaze, feeling more naked and vulnerable than ever.

At the same time, she noticed Joanna's perfume: soft and slightly flowery but with a note of something — harder? sharper? — underneath that she couldn't place. Angie hadn't noticed it earlier, and surely she would have. Did Joanna put it on just before she came to get them?

The pendulum swings were driving Angie crazy: one minute Joanna praises her, the next she tells her to shut up, then puts on new perfume only to twist Angie's nipple. And I do not like the sound of "obedience school," Angie thought, which sounds like the slave training centers we learned about in high school but worse because it's called the same name as a place where you would send a dog.

But would it be so bad to be a dog for Joanna? I'm already naked and collared and leashed like a dog, I'd just need to run around on all fours and learn to lick anything my mistress commands...

"...Fantastic," Angie thought, as she felt the moisture start to slowly run down the length of her vaginal lips.

When Joanna turned back around, Angie managed to glance behind her. Alina was as white as a sheet, and her puffy eyes showed she had been crying; leading her as she stumbled along on her shaky legs was Brandon, wearing a grim expression.

Confirmed: something is definitely wrong, and everyone knows it.

Joanna pulled her firmly by the leash and they made their way into the area next to the big prep room — the holding pens. Angie had seen women who were finished being graded return to the prep room where they were released, and she knew that the pens were where they put slaves awaiting the auction block. The sisters were marched into a small holding cell just inside the doorway, their collars chained to ring bolts mounted in the wall, told to sit on the only furniture in the room — a heavy, polished concrete bench with a plastic top — then their handlers departed, closing the thick door behind them.

Alina looked at Angie and silently mouthed What happened?

I don't know, Angie mouthed back.

Are we going to be slaves?

Angie shook her head. No, we are not.

Alina nodded and snuffled a few times. Did you see Brian Gottschalk? she mouthed.

Angie nodded and replied, Don't worry about him. I'll get us out of this.

Alina sat for a moment, despondent, before shuffling over and laying her head on Angie's shoulder.

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Completely Legal

A while later — Angie had no idea how long, but not too long? — a thin, balding white man wearing glasses and a dark red HCI blazer entered the cell, followed by Joanna and Brandon.

"My name is Hastings" he said, "and I am the general manager of HCI Houston. My graders tell me there's been a change in status for you two, and I'm here to explain what that means."

Angie and Alina looked at each other. Angie started to mouth words at Hastings until she saw Joanna give her a hard look and raise her finger to her lips.

"Apparently" he continued, "you two were participating in a Premier grading here at HCI. After you were placed in inventory a member of your family offered to put you both up for auction as slaves. Since our business is the brokering of slaves, we accepted her offer."

Alina looked at Angie with wild eyes and started to stand up before Brandon rushed to her side and gently pressed her back down on the bench.

"Normally an involuntary enslavement can only be carried out with the approval of a judge, but there is currently a grey area in federal law which permits a close family member — effectively a blood relative — to act as surrogate in place of a judge and can enslave a family member if that member has performed at least one significant action that would lead an impartial observer to believe that she had some interest in becoming a slave. Grading is an example of such an action. That means that you both have been converted from conditional to active inventory, your collars will be changed from pink to black, you will be placed on the auction block as soon as our schedule permits, and you will be sold to the highest bidder. This is all completely legal."

Angie's stomach was a solid knot, and she could hardly breath from sheer shock. Just this morning I was an educated, professional woman with friends and an office and an apartment and a bright future, but now I'm going to be a naked, collared slave, she thought. Oh God, will I be branded?! No, she corrected herself, no I will not, so stop panicking and think. The only family who knew they were at HCI was Magda, not even their mother knew where they were, so it's confirmed that Magda made the offer. Magda's many things, but she's not stupid, so she can't have been tricked or talked into anything. So what the hell happened?

"However..." Mr. Hastings paused, looked at each of the sisters, took a deep breath, and continued: "While such a sale is effectively legal under federal slave law, it is not recognized under state law, nor is it considered ethical under the rules of the USDIS. So before we go any further, I am going to consult with our corporate attorneys and see how they recommend we proceed. Until a decision is made, you will remain here in the pens."

He removed his eyeglasses, took a handkerchief out of his pocket and commenced polishing the lenses. "I caution you that it is extremely unlikely that you will be freed; on the contrary, you are both highly rated and your sale would realize a significant profit for HCI. Once a slave is sold, the courts almost always uphold the rights of the purchasers, even in cases where there is some question about the legitimacy of the original enslavement. So don't get your hopes up." He inspected the lenses, then replaced the glasses on his face. "In the meantime" he said, "I am going to ask your family member to come explain her actions to you, in case there is some misunderstanding and we can resolve this situation without resorting to the government." Hastings looked over his shoulder and nodded at Joanna, then turned and left the room. Joanna gave Brandon a look, he left Alina's side, and the two of them departed as well, locking the door behind them.

Angie sat, nearly doubled over with fear and shame and anger. Why would Magda do this? How could I have been so stupid? I served myself up — and my baby sister too — like Thanksgiving dinner to a treacherous piece of... What went wrong? She hasn't been on meds in a while, so it's not that. Is Magda holding a grudge against me? Then why drag Alina into it? Angie set her jaw and furrowed her brow in rage. I'm sorry

papa

, she thought, but if I get out of this I'm going to kill the lying, crazy bitch.

Wait, she corrected herself, not if, but

when

. Gotta stop that line of thinking and concentrate. She took a deep breath, and released it slowly. Angelica Isabella Ramos, you are the smartest, strongest, most capable woman in the family, you can get yourself and Alina out of this mess. Now remember what you learned in college about the slave trade and how the law works...

For some reason Alina was wriggling around, pulling herself entirely up onto the bench. Before Angie could kick at her to stop it so she could think, Alina curled herself into a ball, slid her cuffed hands under her rear and over her folded legs so that she now had her hands in front of her. Angie realized that Alina had gotten standard handcuffs with several links of chain between the manacles, rather than the higher-security hinged cuffs that she herself wore — hinges prevented that kind of maneuver.

Alina smiled at Angie, who frowned back at her and wondered if her sister had finally snapped, when Alina held up her hands to reveal...

...a cell phone.

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Ta-ta, Ladies

Some time later Brandon entered the cell to find Angie and Alina napping together on the concrete bench. He gazed at them for a moment, then closed the door a little harder than necessary so that the loud

slam

woke them up.

"You've got a visitor" he said. "Before I let her in, let me take off your handcuffs so you can drink some water." He ordered each to stand and turn around, and unlocked their cuffs from behind their backs before giving each a bottle of water. Both took the bottles gratefully, rubbing their wrists and drinking, before Alina got his attention, pointing at her crotch then shrugging. "Oh," he said, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to use the drain in the corner. Company policy." Alina nodded, sighed, dragged her collar chain to the drain and squatted. Angie noted that Brandon turned his back while she did so, and for some reason she found that to be kind of sweet.

The door opened and Joanna came in. She had removed her blazer, and her silky shirt was clinging to her in places, probably because of exertion, so Angie could really appreciate her curves. Then Angie made out little bumps on the cloth covering her breasts; Joanna had pierced nipples.

"...aaaand I'm turned on again" she thought.

"Stretch and drink up, because we're going to have to cuff you before I let your visitor in" Joanna said. "We're going to give you some privacy for your discussion but we can't have you two jumping her." She moved next to Angie, took a section of her hair and ran it through her fingers. "Although if it was up to me, I wouldn't mind seeing you in a fight, I think you'd do pretty well" she said, then smoothed Angie's hair back down, "and I think you would like to show me what you've got, wouldn't you?" She smiled at Angie, who looked up at her and returned the smile — while squeezing her thighs together as hard as she could.

At this point, Angie thought, she's just messing with me. Right?

Both women drained their bottles, handing them back to Brandon. "Up" Joanna commanded, followed by "Back hands," and once again the sisters had their hands locked behind their backs. She looked at them again as they turned back around and sat on the bench, then said "I have no idea how you're going to communicate with your sister; I can't imagine Mr. Hastings thought this through when he agreed to this meeting. I'm not even certain what he hopes to get from this; I suppose that after she's done I'll bring in voluntary enslavement papers and ask if either one of you want to sign them?" Joanna looked over at Brandon, who shrugged and said "Works for me."

Joanna turned and left. Brandon watched her go, then leaned between the two slaves and double-checked their handcuffs and collars and the chains securing them to the wall. He stepped back, looked at them, then took his data pad out of his thigh pocket and tapped it a few times with his thumb. "I think it's only fair" he said, "that you know what your sister signed you up for. In addition to the sale offer, she picked several options that increased both the reserve prices for each of you and her share of the final sale. I'm just going to read them to you: one, attraction display — this means that you would be placed on one of the big drum-looking things in front of the main doors, outside the building, as a sort of advertisement to attract buyers; two, sales display — you would spend time on one of the platforms in the main concourse where you would be used to demonstrate merchandise like restraints and,

um

, sexual pleasure devices; three, public piercing, of labia, clitoral hood, septum, and both nipples; four, public discipline demonstration, in this case whipping with a single-braid whip and shocking with a prison-grade prod; and five, public branding." He looked up from the pad at the two wide-eyed sisters and said "Basically all the things that 9974 refused to do for 0078 have been applied to both of you. Fortunately they've all been cancelled by Mr. Hastings," he lowered his voice, "probably because he wants to avoid questions from corporate." He continued at a normal volume "I've never seen anything like that before, though I've heard of it happening — but always between people who hated each other, like recently divorced couples. Anyway, I thought you should know what you're dealing with." Brandon slid the pad back in its pocket, then exited through the open door.

A few minutes later he ushered in Magda, set a folding chair against the wall farthest away from the bench (and outside the reach of the neck chains), and left, closing the door behind him.

Magda sat in the chair, looking as pleased as the cat who ate the canary. She gazed from Angie to Alina and back again, savoring their predicament, their expressions, and the urgent grunts coming from their voiceless mouths. After a few moments she crossed her legs, lacing her fingers over one knee.

"You're probably wondering what happened, right? I know I would be" she started. "It's pretty simple. Because of my own grading experience, my life was set back — ruined, really — and I knew I would never have a shot at becoming more than some blue-collar brown chick from El Paso. Papa was right: I should never have gotten graded. It worked out for you two though: tall and thin and beautiful, you were going to be just fine as you left poor crazy Magda behind in that crappy border town, slowly dying in some bullshit job at Whataburger or whatever. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how unfair it was."

Magda took a deep breath. "But the worst part of all, was when papa died and he asked

you two

to take care of mom, and left me out of it entirely. Papa loved you two the best but me? I was always mom's favorite.

I

should be the one taking care of her, not you two. He never even talked to me before he died."

Magda took a moment to compose herself, while Angie mouthed the words "Not true" and "You were still committed when he died" and Alina mouthed "Papa loved you so much!"

She ignored them both and continued: "When Angie brought up getting Alina's grading done out-of-town so she wouldn't have to go through what we did, and making it like a spa day too," she rolled her eyes, continuing: "I hit on a plan. I slipped Alina a drug to mess with her heart rate — swiped it from my roommate's prescription — and I knew by the time she started her grading she would faint from the stress and the pressure. And the only way to save her would be if big sister swooped in to the rescue like usual. Once both of you were naked and voiceless it was easy to get these ghouls to turn a grading into a sale. You two will sell for a

lot

of money, I'll be able to take care of mama for the rest of her life, I'll be her favorite daughter, everyone in town will say that I'm the good one who stood by the family when the sluts got themselves sold... and yeah, I may not have to work again either."

Angie raised one eyebrow and looked at Alina; if her hands had been in front of her she would have twirled one finger next to her temple, the international sign for "she's got a screw loose."

Alina mouthed a question: "Mama?"

"Mom knows nothing about any of this. I'm going to tell her that you saw how much money Gottschalk Sr. offered you and agreed to the sale, and Angie is a slut and a pervert — mom, you should have seen what she got up to in Houston! — so she did it just to get laid 24/7. Besides, when she sees how much money we have in the bank, she'll be okay with it." Alina and Angie exchanged skeptical looks.

"Then there's my favorite part: revenge. I notified a number of people who would be very interested in buying you two. I know you've already met Gottschalk and his loser son," she said, then looked from Alina to Angie. "And I called your ex-boyfriend Beto, and some others you'll see in the crowd when you're doing the squat-and-bounce up on the auction block."

Magda looked at her phone. "Almost time for your big show. I have to stay here until after the sale to sign some stuff and pick up that fat check, but honestly I wouldn't miss it for anything. I can't wait to see who buys you!" She stood up, and asked "Any questions?"

The two sisters glared at her. "Yeah I know, I'm just enjoying this while I still can" Magda said. "It's nice to talk to you two without being interrupted. Lina, I might see you around from time to time, if Junior ever lets you out of his video game dungeon. But this might be goodbye, Angie; buyers from some of the big brothel franchises are out there, and they were very, very interested in buying you — and paying me a generous finder's fee." Angie gave her a look of pure hatred, and Magda laughed. "Who knows? Maybe you'll end up in New York City like you always dreamed. Except blowing Wall Street guys in a suck bar isn't quite what you had in mind, is it?" Magda stood. "Ta-ta, ladies" she said, and knocked on the door to be let out.