This series follows "Slave Management 101". Katherine is finally brought in as a primary character. Much of the rest of the story will focus on Katherine and her transformation from bitch into her brother's slave. She will be an integral part throughout the rest of the story.
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CHAPTER 10
I watched Master lead my brother to a table in the middle of the club where he had a great view of all the cages. I was back in the groove now and showing off my sexiest moves. James found me and never took his eyes off me for more than a couple of minutes at a time. I wondered what he was thinking, watching his sister, dancing naked like the horniest of sluts for a room full of strangers.
For some reason I was really disturbed to think James might somehow see me as less, soiled, dirty, because of my status and what I had to do to earn my keep here. Not that I disliked dancing nude for these men. I actually enjoyed it. All those men out there lusting after me let me know I was still beautiful and desirable. I needed that.
I didn't want to be caught staring a James so I would only look at him in brief intervals, trying to make it seem as if I was engaging him just as I do the rest of the customers. Any time I looked too long, my brother would meet my eye. I was stunned by what he made me feel whenever I allowed myself to meet his gaze for just a few short seconds. It elicited a strange mixture of hope, despair, love, anger, jealousy. And several other emotions I couldn't quite put my finger on.
James often had an almost undetectable smile when he caught me looking for him. I couldn't decipher what he thought. Was he laughing at me for finally getting what I deserved? Was he just happy to see me? Maybe he was thinking of our parents reaction to finding out what my life now was? Could he be fantasizing about how my pussy would feel wrapped around his hard cock? Fucking pervert.
I hoped what I saw was sympathy, a message that everything would work out okay in the end. I wished I could talk to him. Why was it now so important what he thought of me when I couldn't have cared less for eighteen years?
I had to put those thoughts aside. I had a job to do and I couldn't let my brother's presence interfere. If he wanted to come in here and perv on his own sister cumming her brains out for a bunch of strangers, then I'd give him a show to remember.
The rest of the night I was the sluttiest, lewdest slave to ever dance in a cage. My body did things that would make a street whore blush. I showed my brother my pussy every chance I got. I spread my lips for him, uncovered my clit, spread my cheeks showing him my asshole. I licked my own nipples, bent over and stuck my finger in my ass, pinched my clit, spanked my ass and my pussy. I pointed my pussy at James, finger fucked myself to orgasm after orgasm. My brother would never forget my cumming face.
After tonight James would have to either lust after me like a bull chasing down a heifer, or he would be so disgusted with my lewd behavior he'd never come back to this bar. At least as long as I was a cage dancer here.
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The next morning came earlier than usual. When Master Eric entered my kennel and woke me, no one else was yet awake. I looked at him groggily, wondering what he wanted. Had he finally decided to fuck me? At this time of the morning? He motioned me to get up and follow him. He led me downstairs to the rear of the building before he spoke. My curiosity had cleared the sleep fog from my brain. I felt alert, and somewhat apprehensive.
"It's time for you to go home, Katherine." Master reached for my leash.
"I thought this was home, Master." I was getting really scared now, where was he taking me?
"No, your owner wasn't in a position to care for you properly when you were enslaved. So he loaned you to us until he could. Now he wants you home."
Mistress was stern but fair. I was good at my job and had learned to enjoy the hours of non-stop sexual energy from dancing nude all night. It never crossed my mind that I might be going anywhere else. Tears began to form in my eyes, my breath was short as I imagined what fate might await me at the end of this journey.
Completely out of line due to my fear, I asked, "But Master, where am I going? Have I not been pleasing to you and Mistress?" My tears were flowing steadily now, not wanting Master see me cry, I hung my head, abandoning the perfect Nadu posture I'd worked so hard to master.
Master's fingers gently lifted my chin up so I could meet his gaze. I'd worked my self into a panic which was so unlike me, but I hated not knowing, and I hated feeling this level of fear.
"Relax Katherine, where you're going is safe. I can guarantee you will not be mistreated. You may not be happy about your new home, but you should be. You are going to a beautiful home where you will be loved, and cared for. This is a step up for you. For a slave, you'll live like a rock star."
Master held my gaze, allowing me to search deeply in his eyes for any sign of deceit. I saw none, so I looked down, breaking eye contact, "Yes Master. Thank you, Master. Please forgive me for speaking out of turn, it won't happen again."
Master then did something he'd never done before. He stroked my hair, leaving his hand on my cheek caressing me softly with his thumb. Still frightened and starved for a man's attention, I leaned my cheek into his hand seeking to extend the contact. While his simple gesture brought me comfort, it also had the effect of bringing back my tears in full force.
"Mother and I have enjoyed having you here. We wouldn't let you go anywhere you'd be abused." He took his hand away, much to my dismay, "Leash."
I tilted my head back as far as I could so Master could attach my leash. Not that I needed one, but it was required by law whenever a slave was transported or moved through a public area.
"Heel" Master instructed, turning away from me to face the door to the loading area. I stood and fell in behind him as I'd been trained.
Master led me outdoors for the first time since I'd arrived at Ballers. The sun was up but blocked by the adjacent buildings. The sky was bright, blue, and clear. There was a light chill in the air, enough to harden my nipples, but not at all uncomfortable. If I had to guess, I'd say it was around seventy degrees, comfortable, with the chill brought on by a gentle breeze. Breathing in deeply to sample the air was a bit of a disappointment. The air smelled like any downtown street, exhaust, dirt, garbage from the dumpsters kept in the alley behind the buildings. But I enjoyed being outside and seeing the sky again.
Master loaded me in the Ballers van, just like he had when he took possession of me. He closed the sliding door, came around to the driver's seat, climbed in, started the van and we were off. I had no idea how far we were going, so I tried to get comfortable in the cramped expanded steel kennel and took in what I could see through the windshield.
Thirty minutes, maybe an hour later, the van stopped. Master put down the window, put his left arm out and leaned against the door. I heard someone speak over a speaker sounding for all the world like the order taker in a drive through. Master gave his name and explained he was delivering me. I guessed I was home, where ever that was.
I heard what sounded like an electric gate opening, Then Master moved forward quite slowly. On the air coming in through the open window, I could now smell nature. It reminded me of the estate with the clean scent of mountain air combined with the delicate scent of spring time blossoms. Any place that smelled this good couldn't be all that bad, right?
I put thoughts of home out of my head. I would never see it again anyway. This was my life now. It was time to adjust to a new home and look for the opportunity to woo my new master. That thought brought the first smile of the day to my lips.
After some maneuvering that felt like we pulled off the driveway and came to a stop on uncovered ground, Master stopped the van and got out. "We're here, shall I unload her?"
I heard no response but the sliding door opened shortly thereafter. I saw trees off in the distance and a perfectly manicured lawn right outside the van door. Master reached in to open the kennel, but before he did, "Katherine, listen to me. I want you to keep an open mind. This is the best possible outcome of your indenture, if you'll let it be. Understand?"
"No Master, I don't." I didn't know whether to be excited or afraid. My heart rate increased from the tension.
