“Sister dearest…”

Claudia smiled, her blue eyes lighting up as she pulled me in for a hug. It really was nice to see her again after so long. I squeezed her as tight as I could for a few moments before pulling away, letting her hold both of my hands in hers.

“Come inside, please.”

This is it, the last time you guys are going to hear from me for now, so let’s end things on something you’ve wanted to see for a while-

“Hey, Claudia.”

Let’s end it on me and my sister.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

“Oh please, I wouldn’t blame you if you chose to never see me again, that’s how poorly I treated you.” She frowned slightly, squeezing my hands with hers. “What brings you over here, anyways?”

“A couple of little things here and there, I guess.” I sighed, squeezing back, a big smile on my face. “But mostly I just wanted to see you again.”

“Well then consider it my pleasure to have you again.” She giggled just slightly, letting go of my hands and wrapping her arms around me for another hug. “I’ve missed you, Candace.”

It was nice to see her again, after four years of being away, after four years of radio silence between each other. It was just nice to see my big sister again, and I was so happy to see how much she’d changed.

“I’ve missed you too, Claudia…” I pinched my eyes shut, just enjoying being able to embrace her for a few moments, just for the two of us, before pulling away from each other again.

And then I felt her lips pressed against mine.

It only lasted for a split second, but so much happened in that little moment. Her lips felt nice pressed against mine, and it made me feel welcome here with her. It filled me with a warm tingling sensation from my head to my toes, almost numbing my lips. But at the same time, it filled me with dread, a strangely familiar misery that almost made me feel like I had been here before.

She let go and I backed up, but instead of taking her by the hands again, the fingers that bore my painted nails found their way to my still tingling lips, sore from something that hadn’t quite happened but somehow felt like it did.

I froze for a few moments before glancing back over at her, still waiting for me to come inside with her. She stood there, looking me up and down, trying to see what was wrong. Something had always been off about her, but kissing on the lips was new for Claudia, and it was as strange of a welcome as I had expected from her when I woke up and made my way over this morning.

“Is something the matter?” She smiled, making room for me to step inside and close the door behind me.

“I’m just not used to it, I suppose.” The foyer into Claudia’s home was as decadent as I imagined it, and as we stepped through it and into the rest of the house, I was in awe- not just of how symmetrical the whole home was, but also at how extravagantly decorated the entirety of it was. “Whoa.”

“Impressive, right?”

“Your house is really pretty.”

“I’m flattered~”

“Is that father?” I stepped inside of the massive ballroom, turning to the right wall to see a portrait of him hanging over the huge fireplace, a painting of my father. “That’s huge.”

“Well, he is really important to me after all, just like my mother~” She pointed her cane over at the opposite wall, indicating towards a painting over her mother hanging above the fireplace on the other side.

“Lilith.” There she was, Claudia and Cyrus’ mother, Lilith Mariam- the woman from whom Claudia derived her last name. Even in her age she was a beautiful woman, and the portrait depicting her as a more youthful adult helped to illuminate that, with her blue eyes and her light brown hair, slowly greying. “It looks gorgeous.”

“I would hope so, they are priceless and one of a kind after all.” I could hear the tapping of her cane on the floor as she made her way over to me, gently setting one hand on my shoulder. “I haven’t forgotten about you all of these years either, I promise.”

She turned me towards another painting, gently trying to escort me to it to show it to me. It was strange to see something like this in Claudia’s house of all people, not even I had a portrait of me in my house, and I certainly don’t remember being there when this painting had been made of me. “That’s… me, why do you have a portrait of me in your house?”

“Because you're my little sister of course, I have one of Cyrus as well, just over there~”

“But how do you have a portrait of me in your house?” I chuckled, not at all upset to see it, if anything I was flattered that she thought of me enough to include me in her collection of family paintings, I just didn’t understand how she had gotten one made of me. “Who made that for you?”

She sighed, mumbling to herself under her breath. “You have to promise you won’t laugh or get upset.”

“I promise.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes at her. “I’m just impressed.”

“I’ve got a bunch of those magazines you modeled for in my office.” She blushed as she spoke, embarrassed to be admitting to it. “I brought a bunch of your photos to a family artist, and they found one to do a rendition of you off of~”

“That’s so cool that they’d do that.” I smiled at the thought of it, my cheeks also flushed with embarrassment at the knowledge that my older sister had seen so many pictures of me practically nude. “It’s just a little weird for you to have so much porn of me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” She balanced herself on her cane, trying to remain steady. “I knew you launched into a brand new career shortly after Josie and I’s wedding, and I just thought you wouldn’t want to be bothered by your older sister, who’s frankly kind of been an asshole to you.”

“Well I’m here now, and… I’d like you to stay in my life this time, I appreciate that you’ve been thinking about me.” I sighed, my face only slightly flustered as I lowered my gaze to admire the cane she was holding. “I remember the wedding, but… Josie? Who’s Josie?”

“Right, well I did say there’s something we’ve been dying to tell you in person, but I no longer have a husband.”

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t realize you’d gotten divorced.”

“We didn’t get divorced actually, we’re still madly in love with each other, I just figured it’d be a pleasant surprise for you to find out in person rather than on the phone.” She had the biggest happiest smile on her face as she lovingly gazed over at the wall over the entrance to the dining room, towards a set of three family portraits. “Take a look~”

I stared up at it, admiring the paintings of the three girls. On the right was my eldest sister, Claudia. In the middle was a portrait of her daughter, my niece, Lilian- lovingly named after her grandmother Lilith. But to the left, opposite Claudia’s portrait was one of a woman that I didn’t recognize, someone that I couldn’t quite be sure that I had seen before.

Someone who, amazingly, looked a whole lot like Chloe.

“She’s so pretty… who is that?”

“That beauty right there, that’s Josephine~”

“Josie… who is she?”

“Well… as you can probably tell, I’ve gone through a bit of a transformation-” She swallowed nervously, standing up as straight as she could directly in front of me, blocking out the light above as she stood at her whole six and half feet of height. “I used to bully and berate and call you names as a kid, just for being who you are, and that was wrong of me to do… I’m sorry.”

“I… Claudia… it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, and I want to apologize for being like that to you.” I stared up at her nervously before shifting my gaze to the floor below, my eyes following her as she gently lowered herself to the ground, onto one knee as she tried to not aggravate her still injured hip. “I was a terrible sister for not supporting you through everything you were going through, I was supposed to be there to help and protect you, but instead I just called you names like faggot or twink or queer, and I deeply regret that.”

“I’m not here to patch up your ego, sis…” I sighed, biting my lip in frustration as I quietly fumed, not trying to get angry at her. “I’m not going to just forgive you because you regret something, that’s not how this works, Claudia.”

“I know it’s not, but apologizing is the first step, and the second step is to actually be better.” She smiled, still down on her knees as she apologized. “Which is why I’m actually going to be here for you from now on… not just to support you in this, but also to help be there to guide you. I know you miss your mother.”

“Yes. I miss my mother quite a lot… thank you.”

“Right, we’ll get to that…” I saw Claudia briefly glancing over at the portrait of her own mother, almost mumbling to herself before continuing. “My change in attitude didn’t come from nowhere unfortunately, and well… I suppose it’s your turn to call me mean homophobic slurs if you’d like.”

“I would never do that, Claudia. I still don’t understand what you’re talking about.” I smiled, turning back to the other portrait on the wall over there. “Just tell me, I’m here for you too, what’s going on?”

“My husband is no longer my husband, and it’s opened my eyes to a lot of things in life that I didn’t understand or accept about myself.” She slowly and very carefully stood up, with just a little help from me getting to my feet. “That’s Josephine, the same person I married four years ago, the last time we met, finally able to be herself for the first time~”

I looked back up at the beautiful redhead in the portrait, my eyes going wide with recognition as I realized who she was. “Your wife came out as a woman~”

“And I came out as gay, like I should have done when I was your age… or even long before that.” She smiled, her cheeks bright pink as she spoke about her loving wife. “I wish she was here to tell you in person, she’s out with Lilian and the nanny right now.”

“The nanny?” I smiled at her, still slowly composing my thoughts in my head as the conversation continued. Though it was hard to think of that word without my mind drifting to my mother, who had started out as my sister’s nanny. “You have a nanny?”

“One of our servants~”

“Oh… what’s she like?” I smiled, pleasant memories in my head of my mother as I thought about her. “How’s Lilian been?”

“Lilian’s grown up really fast… and no, nothing bad has happened to her yet.”

“I’m glad… not like us growing up, huh?”

“Not at all.” She grinned, proud of her daughter and proud of her family, but also more than a little bit proud of herself. “Right, should we sit down and catch up?”

“Yes. We really really should~”

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“But enough about me, tell me about yourself, Candace. How have you been? What’s been happening?"

We sat down in the sitting room attached to the hallway for a while, chatting between each other to try and catch up. It was nice getting to talk to her again, it made it feel like we were actually sisters.

“Well, what do you want to hear?”

“Everything, Candace~!!” She giggled at me, pressing me for information about what’s been going on in my life. “I spilled all of my details, now it’s your turn to spread those tight little lips of yours~”

“Okay okay, fine.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at the obvious innuendo. “There’s been a lot happening, especially surrounding the Esports scene right now.”

“Do go on.”

“I don’t suppose you’ve been keeping up with my professional life at all?”

“I have, actually… not a ton, but I’ve checked in here and there~”

“Well, it’s super complicated, and you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“My little lips are tight as can be, count on it.”

I groaned, shaking my head in disbelief at how silly she was being. “I went to the Stolen Cosmos world championship finals last year… and I placed second.”

“And then you lost to that Sophia girl, right?”

“I did… and then about six months later, Sophia committed suicide.” I blushed, licking my dry lips to keep them from sticking together as I told this story, will still kind of hurt me to admit to. My heart still fluttered at the idea of Chloe and how much I missed her. “Except she didn’t really commit suicide.”

“You had her killed, right?”

“No, actually.” I was still kind of proud of the next bit, no matter how bittersweet it was to me now. “I had her kidnapped and brought down here to become my slave, and I turned her into my maid, like my mother was…”

“I knew it.” She smiled warmly, just a little bit excited for me. “And how’s that going?”

I swallowed nervously, trying to remain calm and keep a relatively normal face as I shook my head at her, not wanting to think about what was happening to Chloe right now. If I had to go over what actually happened between the two of us and what had become of her, I would probably break, inside and out. “She’s in a better place now~”

I didn’t just have the necklace Chloe had meant to give to me around my neck, I had taken that little golden bell of hers and strung it onto a necklace, adorning it as well. I clutched the little nautilus symbol she had crafted for me in my hand, letting the spines of the little heart dig into my skin as I clutched onto it, letting it wash away my emotional anguish with physical pain.

“That’s horribly dreadful, I’m sorry.” She frowned, placing a hand on my shoulder to help console me. “Putting down the first one is always the hardest.”

I blushed, looking up at her. “The first?”

“The first slave, of course.” She just held her hand there, letting me know that she was here for me. “We had to put Bella down just earlier this year, it shook us all.”

“Bella?” I gave her a soft but confused look, tilting my head ever so slightly. “You have slaves?”

“Lots of them in fact.” She giggled, pursing her lips and cooing, eager to show them to me. “I did mention we had gotten a few pets~”

“Like that nanny of yours?”

“Exactly like that nanny of ours, yes~” She picked up her cane, slowly bringing it to her lips and resting it there. “Would you like to play with one?”

I giggled, licking my lips hungrily. “Of course I would.”

“Blonde, brunette, or redhead?”

“Red- umm…” I started, and then stopped myself. Chloe had been a redhead, I had a little bit of a thing for redheads, but clearly so did my sister. Seeing Josephine’s picture on the wall already reminded me too much of Chloe, and seeing another redhead like her so soon was probably going to hurt me a lot more than it excited me. “Blonde, let’s go with blonde~”

“Excellent choice.” She twirled it in her hand just once before catching it and pressing a button. “Oh Darcey, would you please come down to the sitting room~?”

There were a few moments of silence before a set of quick footsteps approaching us could be heard from down the hall.

“Coming!!!” She quickly stepped inside of the sitting room with us, and heavens was she a sight to behold. “Is there something I can help you with, Ma’am… oh!!! Hello there, I’m Darcey~!!!”

What a marvellous creature she was, especially in that beautiful bizarre uniform of hers, her most sensitive and vulnerable parts on display for all to see.

I was in awe, I knew my sister had proudly embraced her lifelong partner as a woman, but I hadn’t really expected her to have slaves. I was anticipating servants filling her house so that she and her family didn’t have to, but I had anticipated an array of paid workers, male and female, to do that sort of thing for her. I hadn’t ruled slaves out of the question, but I definitely didn’t expect something quite like this.

Thump. I turned to see my sister, following the sound of her cane being tapped on the floor, and I almost expected her to introduce me. But instead it seemed like she wasn’t quite happy with Darcey’s introduction. “Now Darcey, you can do better than that.”

So much was happening so fast that it was actually kind of hard to keep up. The sound of my sister’s cane had been enough to grab my attention, but it seemed to do a lot more than just that to Darcey.

I had seen this kind of thing before, it appeared that Darcey was trained to respond to the thump of Claudia’s cane, it carried a weight with it that shook her when she heard it.

“Yes, Ma’am, I can do much better than that. My apologies for the improper introduction, Madame St. Clair.” Darcey smiled, bending herself forward to bow for me. “I’m Darcey Peyton, or #0003 if you would rather refer to me by my number. Whichever you would prefer, I assure you that it is my pleasure to be the one to meet you today. I’m always honored to meet and potentially serve a new superior.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at her, at least her masters had trained her well, on the drop of a dime she had gone from bubbly bimbo to prim and proper servant. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Darcey. You can relax, I promise.”

“Thank you, Madame~” She relaxed and straightened her posture, but only because she was told to. “I promise to remain humble and servile while in your presence.”

“I’m happy to hear that, thank you.”

“Darcey here is one of my wife’s slaves, but as you can see she is fully trained to respond to us both.” Claudia was very pleased by her slave’s performance this second time around. “We won’t bore you with personal details about her, you’re not all that important are you Darcey?”

“Heavens no, Ma’am. I wouldn’t call myself important. I’m only as valued as my masters make me.”

“I wasn’t quite expecting this when I came over.” I smiled, glancing back towards my sister. “Are you going to introduce me, or should I do that myself?”

“There’s very little need, actually.” Claudia smiled, nodding towards Darcey. “Isn’t that right?”

“You’re Miss Claudia’s sister, Candace St. Clair.” Darcey smiled, her gaze now fixed to the bottom of Claudia’s cane. “Our masters have told us a lot about you, we’ve been eager to meet you for some time now.”

“I didn’t think I was that famous.” It made me smile to hear that Claudia had told them all about me already. “Have you really missed me that long, sis?”

“I have, yes… Though I had planned on it taking some more time before we got back together.” Claudia frowned, also staring down at her cane like Darcey was. “But things have recently come up that forced the timeframe forward.”

“And that would be?”

“Something I wouldn’t want to sour the mood with quite yet, you did say you wanted to play with Darcey- do be careful though, her mouth can be a little pointy~”

“Right.” I smiled, turning back towards the slave and beckoning her towards me. “Come here?”

I wasn’t sure if I was asking for her to approach or ordering her to do so, but she did it regardless, finding herself standing up right in front of me.

“Do they all dress like this, Claudia?” I grabbed the hem of her frilly translucent skirt, lifting it up so that I could admire her perfectly clean shaven cunt. “Sensitive parts exposed and everything?”

“They all have slight variations on the same uniform, yes. The other girls wear a pair of fishnet gloves that Darcey here doesn’t have.” Claudia giggled, glancing over at the two of us. “And our newest slave is locked away in chastity right now.”

“Evil.” I grinned at her. “I like it~”

“Yes, well…” She grinned back, keeping her eyes on me rather than on the slave. “I did promise her that she’d be getting out of it tonight, for good behavior this week.”

“She’s relatively new, I take it?”

“She is indeed, only since Bella has been gone have we even thought about getting another.”

“How many do you have?”

“Four in total.”

“That a lot.” I smiled, letting go of Darcey’s skirt and waving her off. I wasn’t really here to play with my sister’s slaves. I was here to see my sister. “I couldn’t even handle one.”

“Well let’s just chalk it up to me being a little bit more experienced, trust me- I’ve lost my fair share of them before, and I have my wife here to help with them.”

“I’d love to see the rest of the house while we’re waiting.”

“And I’d love to show it to you~”

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“It’s gorgeous.” My sister began to give me a tour of the house, showing me to the conservatory upstairs. “Your house is gorgeous.”

“Why thank you…” She smiled, blushing as she looked at me. “You’ll have to show me your house sometime?”

“Maybe eventually, I’ve been going through some life changes.” I stepped towards the window, admiring the view. “I’m not participating in the world championship this year, other things have been going on.”

“There goes my reason to watch it this year.” She chuckled, following quickly behind me. “I missed it last year after all.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say there’s no reason at all to watch this year.” I smiled, still a little bit embarrassed that I wasn’t going to be playing. “I’m going to be hosting the event this year instead.”

“That’s wonderful news!!” She smiled, standing directly next to me. “I’ll make sure to tune in and watch if you’d like?”

“I would love you to, yeah~”

I felt my sister wrap her arm around me to try and comfort me, but rather than placing her hand on my shoulder, she held me by my waist. She pulled me in close, prompting me to rest my head against her shoulder while we stood there.

“And I know you’ve said you wouldn’t like to attend, but I would love for you to be at this party next month.” She frowned, holding me close by the waist as she spoke, her chest heavy with something. “Have you spoken to my mother yet?”

“No, not yet. But father told me that the party was for Lilith, and not for you.”

“Did Daddy tell you what else was going on with her?”

“No… Daddy doesn’t really like talking about her all that much. Why, what’s going on?”

“I think I would rather let her tell you, she’ll be here tonight, and I would like to wait until then-”

Claudia’s thoughts trailed off, interrupted by the sound of the conservatory door opening behind us. I turned around to see who it was out of instinct, but only very briefly managed to escape Claudia’s embrace as she promptly put both hands on my waist, holding me from behind- almost as a way to try and support herself rather than me.

“Miss Claudia…” It was another slave. “Lunch is ready and Miss Josie’s still not home…”

The girl’s almost robotic emerald eyes looked up, going wide-eyed as she saw me. It was clear from her obvious telegraphing that she recognized who I am and was very quickly shifting into giving me a proper greeting, it just needed a second to load and buffer.

“Madame St. Clair. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Claudia didn’t warn me that you were coming, or I would have made you lunch as well.” She smiled, bowing for me just like the other slave had. “Autumn Turner. #0004. Cook, slave, the household’s loyal and proud possession. My condolences for not having any tribute prepared to pay you, I’m honored to finally meet you in the flesh.”

Claudia didn’t just have slaves, she had loyal and obedient ones. She was apparently quite good at erasing whatever personality they did have and turning them into a mindless drone in an instant.

“That’s enough of you, Autumn.” Claudia was almost annoyed by the fact that she was here. “As you can see, I would like to have some time alone with my sister~”

“Of course, Master.” She went from bowing to on her knees. “My apologies, should I bring your lunch to you up here?”

“Yes, and bring Josephine’s to us as well, I’ll have Candace eat it instead~”

“Yes, Ma’am. As you wish…”

Autumn jumped to her feet, and within an instant she was gone, leaving Claudia and I alone in the conservatory once again.

“Well that was kind of rude, don’t you think?” I began to turn back to my sister behind me, a little bit annoyed at how she treated the girl, but before I could she just tightened her grip on my waist, holding me still in front of her.

“I know, she really should know best to knock by now.”

“That’s not what I meant, Claudia.” I forcefully pulled myself away from her, taking a few steps forward before turning around to face her. “I meant how you just brushed her off like that.”

“And what exactly was wrong with that?”

I paused for a moment, starting to say something before stopping myself. I couldn’t really get on her back for that, it was just the one thing, and I hadn’t seen how she normally treated the girl. I just knew that if anyone treated my Chloe like that, I wouldn’t be very happy with them.

Of course Chloe wasn’t really mine anymore… not after what happened between us. Chloe made the conscious decision to leave me, because I used to treat her like that. When I had been her master, I never treated her as well as I should have- and that was a mistake.

“Nothing, sorry…” I frowned, staring down at my feet in shame as I thought about her. “I’m just projecting I think.”

I looked up at her, seeing her extending her arms towards me, and I quickly felt myself falling into her for a hug, squeezing her as tight as I could.

“It’s alright.” She held me there, gently placing her hand on the back of my head as she held me to her chest. “I’ve missed you a lot, Candace…”

Normally I would have a problem with this kind of physical attention, but Claudia was a lot taller and stronger than me, and it was nice to be this close with her for the first time. She was my sister after all, and I didn’t get a lot of physical closeness from either my brother or my father, so this was a welcome change of pace.

“I’ve missed you too. Thanks for having me over~”

“Don’t mention it, honey.” Claudia squeezed me for a moment before letting go entirely, turning toward the rest of the room to answer a knock at the door. “Let’s have some lunch, alright?”

“Sounds good to me~”

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“Tragedy?” My sister giggled, more than a little bit amused by my answer to her question. “Your favorite type of film is tragedy?”

“Well not films specifically .” I pouted, a little bit red in the face that my answer had apparently been stupid. “I said my favorite type of story is tragedy, you know like the greek tragedy classics?”

“I didn’t peg you as a fan of the classics, little sis.” She giggled, pointing at me with her fork rather than a cane, laptop out beside her as she had to look up what I was even talking about. “What even is a greek tragedy anyways?”

I sighed, always having to explain what they are when I bring them up with anyone. “It’s a story where the protagonist eventually succumbs to a disaster of their own making, wrought upon them as a result of their own fatal flaw as a character.”

“Like what, exactly?” Now she was searching for examples. “Have I read any of them without knowing?”

“Antigone? Oedipus Rex? The Iliad? …The Odyssey?” I sighed, listing off the most basic examples to my sister in an attempt to get her to recognize at least one of them. “Or if you’d like a real life example, we could talk about Aria Fairmont.”

“Aria Fairmont?” That piqued her interest. “What about her?”

“Well, she was going to be my date to the party, but we kind of had a falling out.” I sighed, grinding my teeth together. “And now I don’t think I’ll be attending after all.”

“We can get back to that later for sure, but first I have to ask- what kind of tragedy befell that mouse friend of yours?”

“She was greedy and selfish.” I tapped my fingernail against the surface of the now empty glass in my hand, reduced to just chewing on ice cubes. “Her greed for money led her towards doing photoshoots with me… which led to her getting arrested by the FBI, and becoming a spy, which then led to her stealing from you, which led to the FBI dropping her… which led to her eventually turning to the family for protection, before falling in love with me-”

“And the tragedy?”

“Her selfishness led her to fall in love with me, selfishly trying to claim me for herself- which led to me not only losing my former slave, but also resulted in all of Aria’s secrets coming out.” I sighed, chewing the last of the ice cubes to pieces in my mouth. “Which led her-”

“To the facility.” Claudia interrupted, a great big smile on her face as she thought about it, her eyes glued to her laptop as she cackled. “She’s at the facility.”

“She is?” I swallowed nervously, more than a little bit terrified for my former friend’s safety. “How do you know?”

“Because she’s right here in the registry… a new arrival.” She stared intently, fixing her attention on something that wasn’t me for the first time since I’d gotten here. “Doesn’t even have a number yet~”

I swallowed nervously, glancing over at the screen curiously. I didn’t have free access into the registry like either of my siblings had, neither my father or their mother had given it to me, and I had my suspicions as to why- my mother had been a slave, and it just didn’t feel right for me to be able to see her profile, or have access to any profile in the registry at all. I was still an oddity to the system.

“I’m not… in there, am I?”

“If you are, I can’t spot you.” She turned the laptop towards me. “Want to take a look?”

I sat there, trying not to stare at it from across the room. I wanted to look at it, I really did- but I was worried about what I would see. Chloe was in there, and I knew the only reason I really wanted to see it was because I wanted to know who she belonged to. It had only been a few days, so I still remembered what Anthony told me- that the answer was going to hurt me more than it would help me.

“No, actually.” I stood up, empty glass in hand as I began towards the door. “I think I’m going to go get a refill, if that’s okay?”

“There’s no need to get up, I can send for one of the slaves-”

“It’s okay, I really just want to get up and stretch, maybe have a moment alone with Autumn, she seemed cute~”

“Well alright.” She smiled, holding her empty dishes towards me. “If you’re going to do slave work like your mother, at least take all of the dishes to the kitchen with you.”

“Oh, so you’re ordering me around now?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Candace.” She winked at me, letting me take the dishes from her hand. “I’ll meet you in the sitting room when I’m done in here, okay?”

“Sure.” I sighed, smiling at her before turning away and rolling my eyes. “See you downstairs.”

I headed out of the conservatory and turned downstairs. The reason I wanted to get out of there was to avoid looking at the slave registry before I was too tempted to check up on Chloe. I very badly wanted to make sure she was safe, but she was no longer my problem. I no longer had the right to know what was going on with her, no matter how much I wanted to.

I turned into the dining room, heading towards the kitchen to put the dishes away. I didn’t actually plan on getting a refill, but now that I was here I might as well do so. Strangely enough, the kitchen was empty as I stepped inside to put the dishes away, Autumn was nowhere in sight.

There goes my excuse to kill time.

I sighed, retrieving myself a drink. I had a thing about drinks, always needing a refill, I had to have a drink on hand. I was a transgender woman after all, I was on hormone therapy, and one unfortunate side effect of my hormone pills were that I needed to drink a lot of liquids to keep myself healthy- as well as needing to use the restroom a lot. They didn’t have iced tea exactly, but they did have tea, and I liked tea. So I brewed myself a mug of tea, even if I normally preferred cool drinks over hot drinks.

So maybe my visit with my sister was going a lot weirder than I expected it to go. Claudia was being unreasonably friendly with me for someone who hated me with a passion just a few years ago, and hadn’t spoken to since.

I appreciated it, I appreciated it a lot. The closest things I had to a mother figure for these last four years had been Tallulah- my manager and occasional sexual partner, Leah- my bodyguard, and Lilith- who wasn’t even my mother, she was Claudia and Cyrus’ mother, but still she was the closest thing I had.

Claudia reminded me of my mother somewhat, possibly because she was just about the same age as Mommy had been when she died. The only way I could explain away the physical attention my older sister had been given me was by remembering how protective she probably wanted to be with me now that we were back on speaking terms. She didn’t want to lose me again.

But I was still a little bit nervous around her. I was glad to see how much she had changed for the better, but I still didn’t trust her, not after our childhood together.

I was more than willing to be friendly and go along with her and all of her plans for the sake of fixing our sisterhood, don’t get me wrong, but something was off- and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

I took the bag out of the fresh drink, glass of tea in hand as I made my way back out into the dining room. It was still a little bit too hot to drink, but I could sip it if I was careful, so I did.

I heard footsteps approaching from the dining room in front of me, closing my eyes and being as careful as I could while taking a drink from the glass to make sure it didn’t spill.

“Good afternoon, Madame St. Clair…”

I swallowed, making sure not to burn myself before responding in kind. It was another one of Claudia’s slaves no doubt, but her voice did sound quite familiar.

“Good after-” I froze, suddenly petrified as I locked eyes with her, overtaken with feelings of excitement, dread, and relief all at once.

Our eyes remained locked, and at first I was sure I was staring at my sister-in-law, Josephine, trying to explain away what I was seeing in those gorgeous hazel eyes of her as she smiled at me, her stupid pink cheeks as pretty as ever, painted over by her blush.

My thoughts spilled out of my head, through my lips before I could stop them. But the sounds of my voice sounding out the syllables of her name were drowned out by the sound of glass shattering on the floor.

I dropped the mug, not on accident but on purpose, needing use of both of my hands. I clasped them over my mouth, trying to strangle back any other sounds before I could say them.

I was in shock, my whole body tingling and shaking, my eyes wet with tears as I bit back my tongue, hands still pressed to my lips.

Chloe.

I quickly stepped backwards, barely avoiding the quickly growing pool of hot liquid on the ground as it spread towards me, giving her just enough room to step in and address the spill.

“My apologies, Miss… this is my fault, I’ll clean this up right away for us.”

She seemed to be reacting much differently, almost instantly on her knees in front of me in an attempt to save face, trying to clean up without even so much as a towel to wipe the liquid up off of the floor, slowly gathering glass shards into her hand like she always did.

“Careful where you step, Ma’am. They’re scalding hot and really sharp.”

“Then don’t pick them up, you moron!!” It wasn’t my place, but before I knew it I was shouting at her, just trying to keep her from burning her hands because of me. “Drop them before you hurt yourself!!”

The dining room was filled with nothing but silence and the clicking and clattering sounds of her doing just that, dropping the shards of glass back onto the floor as she was told. Her mouth was shut tight as she reeled from the heat of burning her hands, relieved to let go of them.

“Chloe, I-” There was so much I wanted to say to her in that moment, I didn’t mean to yell at her, I just wanted to make sure she was being safe and not getting hurt. But I just as quickly found myself clasping my hands over my mouth again before I could apologize, stepping around her and walking away as fast as I could, making a beeline for the nearest restroom.

No. No no no no no no no no no.

I slammed the bathroom door shut as hard as I could, finding myself in the one nearest to the sitting room, struggling to catch my breath.

This isn’t real. This can’t be happening. This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream.

The stress, and the anxiety, and the trauma of the moment all got to me at the same time, and I quickly found my throwing up in the sink. It was almost like I had just watched someone die, but I hadn’t- I’d just seen a ghost.

Chloe…

There was a patient knock on the door, and then another shortly thereafter as I waited to know who it was before answering. “Sister dear, are you alright?”

“I’m fine!!” I shouted back at her, it was Claudia. But I wasn’t fine, not at all. “I’ll be out in a minute!!”

There was no way my eyes had been wrong, that was Chloe. Chloe was here with my sister, living in her home and working for her. Chloe belonged to my sister now.

Now I understood how Aria was so quick to get sick to her stomach, because it was happening to me now, making an even bigger scene in the bathroom than I already had.

“I said I’m going to be a minute!!” There was another knock on the door, just trying to check up on me, but I wasn’t having it. I shouted back at her, trying to get her to leave me alone. “Leave me alone!!”

“I…” The response I got this time was not my sister’s voice. “I’m sorry… I’ll let you be…”

No… I wiped my face clean with a handful of water from the sink, quickly trying to turn around and get to the door before she left. Please don’t leave me…

I dropped to my knees right in front of the door, unsure of where my courage to face her had gone. I pressed my forehead to the wooden door, unable to open it.

“I’m sorry…” I placed my hand to the door as well, feeling my tears welling up in my eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

I mumbled to myself, unsure if she could even hear me, convinced that she didn’t want to hear my voice. I held the necklace she had made for me in my hand, just for a moment, the spines digging into my hands as I squeezed onto it.

Thump. The next thing I heard was the sound of Claudia on the other side of the door, tapping her cane on the ground.

“Candace, dear… why don’t you come into the sitting room and rest…” She gently tapped on the door with her cane. “I’ll have the slaves clean up, we’ll get you some water, and you can just relax.”

“Just a minute… but yeah…”

I paused, moving from holding the necklace in my hand to holding the bell instead.

Good going, asshole… you really haven’t changed. You really are just the same horrible monster you’ve always been… You deserve everything that’s coming to you, and you know it…

I bit my lip, letting out a couple of sobs as I gently removed the bell from my neck.

You don’t deserve to wear this… and you never will…

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“Is there something you would like to say to my sister, dear?” I was waiting in the sitting room as Claudia returned, my former slave at her side, scolding her for a mistake that she didn’t really make. “I think she deserves an apology, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am… she does deserve an apology.” She took a deep breath, before stepping towards me and bowing, just like her fellow slaves had done earlier. “I would like to deeply apologize for causing you such inconvenience, Ma’am. I’m sorry for surprising you like I did. If there’s anything I can do for you, please… let me know.”

“I’m fine.” I sighed, not wanting her to do any more work at all. “Are you alright? You didn’t burn your hands, did you?”

“If I did, it’s my own fault… and I’m ready to face the consequences of such a thing.”

“I don’t want to hear any more apologies, okay?” I scoffed, averting my eyes from her as I tried to avoid causing her any more pain than I already had. “It was my fault, not yours.”

“Sister, dear. Just let her apologize-”

“I don’t want her to apologize, because it wasn’t her fault, Claudia.” I glared up at her, my eyes dead and cold. “Let her off the hook, okay?”

“Is… something the matter, Candace?”

“No” I shook my head. “I just don’t want another slave getting in trouble for just trying to do her job. She’s hurt. That’s punishment enough.”

“Well, alright…” She smiled at me, chuckling as she turned back to Chloe beside her. “Hear that… it looks like you might still be getting that chastity belt off tonight, after all~”

Hearing that from my sister sure did make Chloe smile. “Do you mean that, Ma’am?”

“Of course I do.” She patted her slave on the back, pointing her out of the sitting room. “Now go on, I think Candace needs a while, you’ll get to introduce yourself later.”

“Yes, Ma’am… thank you.”

Chloe turned towards the hallway, getting ready to leave, but not before she glanced over at me- the faintest of blushes and the tiniest of smiles painted onto her face as she walked away.

I watched her walk away, seeing her leave this time hurting just a little bit less than it had last time. I propped my elbows up on my knees, hands against my face as I struggled not to cry. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened back there…”

“It’s okay… I’ve got you.” I felt a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me like my mother once did, as my sister sat next to me on the sofa and wrapped her arm around me. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No… not really…” I sighed, pulling my hands from my face and leaning towards her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, kiddo.” She smiled, rubbing my shoulder to try and comfort me. “I have an idea, if you’d be up for it?”

“I have no better plans… what’s your idea?”

“Well, I don’t know what’s gotten you sick all of a sudden, because I doubt it was the food… but taking a bath always makes me feel better when I’m all shaken up.”

I giggled, my cheeks blushing ever so slightly. “What, you’ll let me borrow your bathroom?”

“Actually…” She smiled, gently letting go of me. “I was thinking maybe we could bathe together?”

“T-together?”

“You know… like sisters?”

“Like sisters…” The thought made me smile, as well as blush with embarrassment. “You know I have a-”

“A penis?” She nudged me. “Yes… but that doesn’t make you any less of my sister.”

I looked up at her, swallowing nervously. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay…” I sighed, giving into the idea, even if it was a little bit weird, it sounded nice to take a bath with my sister- it meant that she actually saw me as her sister after all. “But just the two of us, no slaves.”

“It’ll be just us, I promise.”

So we went upstairs, finding ourselves together in Claudia’s master bathroom. Her bathtub was extraordinarily big, and it made the rest of the room feel all that much smaller as the two of us slowly undressed.

“Well go on, take your clothes off~” Claudia was the opposite of shy, if anything she seemed eager to get her clothes off and get into the bathtub.

I had expected her to leave her cane outside of the bathroom, but instead she decided to set in up in the bathroom, just outside of the shower. The eyes of the serpent that decorated the head of her cane now glowed red, pointing in towards the bathtub. “There, now I can’t lose it… the bathroom floors are usually slippery after a shower.”

“Are you sure we don’t want to wear bathing suits?” I, on the other hand, was a little bit more insecure about being naked in front of my sister. “This isn’t weird?”

“It’s only as weird as you let it be~” She giggled, winking at me as she showed herself off. “Come on… don’t make me strip you by hand.”

I blushed, rolling my eyes as I hesitantly pulled my shirt and bra off in one swift motion. My sister was a very attractive woman, and because of that I had a little bit of difficulty keeping my eyes off of her. But Claudia didn’t seem to have the same difficulty, her eyes were glued to my body the whole time, blushing slightly as she watched the final pieces of clothing come off my body, leaving me standing completely naked in front of her.

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” She giggled, gesturing towards the bathtub, almost waiting for me to enter first. “After you~”

I stepped inside and she followed shortly after me, closing the screen door to the bathtub behind us. It took a few moments to fill the bathtub, just due to its size, but once it was full it was actually really nice.

“Okay, you’re right… This is helping.” I sighed, leaning back against the wall and crossing my legs, trying to hide my genitals from my own view. “This is kind of nice~”

“I told you!!” Claudia was over the moon to have me in here with her. “You’re a very pretty woman, you know?”

“Thank you…” I smiled, my face turning even brighter red than they already were. “That means a lot to me.”

Claudia still wouldn’t take her eyes off of my body, no matter how much I crossed my arms or legs, or moved to try and get out of her view. At this point it was getting to be a little bit unnerving. I get that she hadn’t seen me in a while, but maybe this was a step too far.

“Claudia… why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because you’re very very pretty, Candace.”

“I get that, but… you’re my sister.”

“I’m your sister and I like looking at you, what’s wrong with that?”

“I… I don’t know… It’s just not the way sisters usually look at each other.”

“How would you know that?” She smiled at me, standing up and turning one of the shower nozzles on so that she could wash off. “I don’t mind you looking at me like that~”

“I can tell…”

“Here, I’m going to get washed off, okay?” She grabbed a small pink bar of soap from off of one of the nearby surfaces. “This’ll just take a minute.”

I just kind of watched her wash off in the shower, she didn’t mind me looking at her, so I guess I didn’t really mind doing it. She was really pretty after all, I thought the bathtub was big, but my sister was huge.

Claudia was six and a half feet tall, she was a monstrous woman who even towered above me, especially while I sat on the floor of the tub when she was standing. It was amazing to think that a cisgender woman could be that tall when I was a whole seven inches shorter than her.

“Do I need to wash you?”

I blushed, my normally pasty face bright pink as I looked up at her. “H-huh?”

“Would you like me to wash you?” She grinned mischievously, pointing the bar of soap at me from above. “You won’t have to lift a finger~”

“Wh- Claudia?!” I blushed, covering my chest as she stepped towards me. “Why are you being so weird??”

“I don’t see how this is weird, I’m just offering to wash your body for you, mom and dad used to do that for us~”

“When we were children, sure.” I whined, slowly eyeing the screen door as I considered leaving. “But we’re not children anymore.”

“Look, I get it.” Claudia smiled, slowly sitting down next to me in the bath, near a still flowing faucet of water. “But father did other things to us when we were children too.”

“I know, Claudia.” I pushed away from her, standing up in the bath. “I don’t want to think about Daddy raping us!!”

“Candace-”

“I’ve had enough of this, Claudia.” I turned away from her, walking towards the screen door away from my sister, eager to get away from whatever sick perverted fantasy of hers this was. But when I got to the door and grabbed the handle, I quickly realized that it wasn’t going to open. It was locked. “Claudia…”

“Shhhhh…” She hushed, standing right behind me as she gently pulled me away from the door. “It’s only rape if you let it be non-consensual~”

I had never quite felt so vulnerable in my entire adult life, trapped in here with my sister, entirely naked with no way out. “Claudia… I don’t want to do this…”

“And why not?” She stayed behind me, reaching her hands around and brushing my hair out of the way, pulling it behind my shoulders. “Father did this with us, didn’t he?”

“I don’t want to be like my father, Claudia.” I choked on my words, wincing at the feeling of her fingers against the skin of my back. “I don’t want to be anything like him…”

“And why not?”

“Because he’s an evil person who rapes and abuses women for fun-”

“And you aren’t?”

“I would like to not be!!”

“Well… no one’s asking you to rape and abuse anyone right now.” She placed both hands on my hips, holding me still. “You can just leave that up to me.”

“I… I don’t understand, Claudia.”

“You’re not escaping this kid…” She smiled, gently placing a kiss on the back of my head. “I’ll be like your father… and you’ll just sit back and be like your mother instead~”

“Like… my mother?”

“Well… there’s nobody in the world who’s less like your father than your mother, is there?”

“No…” I blushed, letting myself fall further into her grasp. “Not really…”

“If you want to be less like your father, then you’ll just have to be more like your mother.” She smiled, breathing down the back of my neck. “There’s always room for you in the registry if you’d like to be there~”

“Claudia…” I swallowed nervously, feeling her place her hands on my chest, squeezing me ever so gently. “Do I have to?”

“Just relax… it’s going to be okay.” She grabbed me by my breasts, rubbing them with her palms. “Let me wash away those mommy and daddy issues for you~”

“Y-yes, Ma’am…” I blushed as I turned around in her grasp, having retreated so far into myself for protection that I was having trouble fighting back. “Whatever you say…”

“See, just like your mother~”

This was the last thing I had expected, but I deserved everything I had coming for me, even if that meant getting raped in the bath by my older sister. She was right, after all. If I wanted to be less like my father, I needed to be more like my mother. Submissive.

It felt like I had been building up to this revelation for quite some time. If I wanted to be a better person, someone who didn’t rape and kill random women off the street like my father, then the natural way forward was to become more like my mother.

Calm, controlled, servile- even if I didn’t like it. I couldn’t control myself out there, I had already ruined the lives of three different women, and I didn’t want to do that again. If I couldn’t stop myself from hurting people, I needed someone else there to stop me.

I wasn’t submissive, but if I couldn’t control myself, I needed someone else to control me.

“Mmph.” A quiet whimper escaped my lips as my sister pulled my hair, beginning to wash it for me. It felt wrong to be on my knees in the shower with her, but I had little choice. It’s what my mother would have done.

“Stay still, Candace.” She grinned, sitting next to me as she washed my hair, almost like washing a pet. “I’m not afraid to pull hair from your head.”

“I’m trying…” My face was bright red, not just out of embarrassment, but anger as well. “Please…”

“Just quiet down, it’s gonna be alright.” She giggled, holding the bar of soap in front of my face, pressing it to my lips. “Open wide.”

I grinded my teeth together for a few moments before opening my mouth, not wanting my sister to slip a bar of soap into my mouth. But I did it, opening wide like she wanted me to.

You deserve everything you have coming to you, Candace… stop complaining.

I held my mouth open as she placed the bar of soap between my teeth, biting down on it to keep it in place. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t how I usually was, but I just felt so helpless in here with her.

She was like my father. That’s what she was. She was like my father.

And everyone knew I was powerless when it came to facing my father.

“It’s going to be alright, princess.” She giggled at me, continuing to wash my body off in the warm bubble bath we found ourselves in. “You are your mother’s daughter after all, this should come natural to you~”

“Nnnghh…” I groaned through my teeth, glaring back at her. Just because I was doing this didn’t mean I liked it, and it was almost offensive for her to imply that being submissive should be easy for me. It wasn’t.

“You should thank father for letting you be a real person.” She sighed, running her fingers over my skin as she rinsed me off. “Back in the good old days, a child born from a slave mother was also a slave, with no exception.”

“Take that back!!” I spat the bar of soap out of my mouth, growling at her. “Just because my mother was a slave does not make me naturally submissive!!”

I was instantly proven wrong as I felt a whimper escape my lips, feeling her grab me by the hair and shoving my head under the bubbly water.

It instantly stung my eyes to be forced under the water, but not quite as badly as it drowned out my nose, beginning to fill my lungs with water as I struggled.

I gripped onto her wrists with both hands, making a fool of myself by failing to pry her fingers off of me. I was strong, but Claudia was still a monster. I couldn’t see, hear, or breathe- which left me with only one option, panic.

“Mmmmmph!!!” I gasped for air as she pulled me back up, now finally able to breathe.

But Claudia wasn’t done, she forced me forward onto my hands and knees, pointing my face down at the water. “Don’t forget to grab the soap this time, Candace.”

“O-okay…” I blushed, taking my last chance to breathe in before being shoved back under the water.

Claudia could kill me by just holding my head under the water, that’s how easy it would be, she had created the perfect set to film a murder. But even if she did kill me, I couldn’t really blame her.

I, Candace St. Clair should not be getting subjected to this kind of treatment, but I knew I deserved it.

I opened my eyes, letting them sting in the bubble bath as I searched for the bar of soap, picking it up in my mouth and biting down on it. I whimpered, breathing in and out through my nose as she pulled me back up, my teeth digging into the bar of soap.

If there was one thing that our father had done for us, it was making us invincible. None of us were very submissive, but we could handle anything that you tried to throw at us. That’s what growing up under the heel of Cardinal Russo did to you. It made you indestructible.

I may have been invulnerable, but Chloe wasn’t… and if my sister was treating me like this, I couldn’t imagine what she was doing to her slaves.

“Give.” She held out an open palm in front of my face, gently scratching the back of my head like a cat as I spat the bar of soap out into her other hand, furiously spitting the disgusting suds from my mouth back out into the bubble bath. “Good kitten.”

“Nnngh…” I whined, a well of dread forming in my chest as I heard her praise me. “Yes, Ma’am…”

Less like dad, more like mom…

I groaned, spitting out more and more suds as I struggled to not grind my teeth together. “Thank you, sis…”

“You’re welcome, Candace~” She grinned, sitting between me and the still running faucet, admiring my body. “Now let’s get those dirty words rinsed out of your mouth once and for all.”

I whimpered, blushing bright red as I tried to smile, my teeth grinding themselves to dust. “Yes… please…”

She held her hands like a dish under the faucet, guiding handfuls of water to my mouth to help me rinse the soap suds away. My lips tingled as they reached her fingers, letting her tip my head back to gently pour the water into my mouth.

I gagged and coughed, filling the bath chamber with the echoes of a creature breaking under sheer pressure. Tears dripped from my cold glassy eyes, the sounds of my own sobs bouncing back into my water logged ears.

“I… I… I want my mommy…”

“Oh dear… I thought we had washed away those mommy issues.” She ran her soft hands over my back, carving into me with just her touch as she got closer and closer and closer to the shame tucked between my legs. “You have to be tough and take it like a real girl, that’s what your mommy would do, don’t you wanna be strong like her?”

“No!!” I bit back my tears, my entire body trembling as I snapped back at her, trying desperately to get my limbs to move, to fight back, to do something. “I don’t wanna be strong like her!!”

I felt my sister grab my hair from behind, balling it up in her fist and yanking on it, tearing a scream straight from my lungs. “Wrong answer!!”

Claudia forced herself inside of me, pressing her soapy fingers up my anus, three of them piercing inside of my most sensitive part of the body as she tried to ring my desperation and remaining willpower out of me.

My hands curled into fists beneath me, like heavy balls connected to long chains, weighing me down, unable to move no matter how hard I tried. I was like a caged beast just sitting there, my body too terrified to listen to any commands but hers, not even mine.

She slammed my head back under the water, shoving my forehead into the shower floor, holding it there and refusing to let it budge an inch. My eyes rolled back in their sockets, red and stinging from the irritants in the water.

I sobbed, my tears mixing with the sea of pain I was drowning in as bubble by bubble the air in my lungs slowly trickled out of my mouth, rising up to the surface of the water and popping.

But Claudia wasn’t about to let up even while she was literally drowning her sister, she curled her fingers, scratching the walls of my anus inside of me as she fingered my asshole as roughly as she could, the fangs of a monster digging deeper and deeper into her prey.

And I was her prey.

Even from beneath the water you could hear my muffled shrieks, drowned out by the pained deluge of water rushing in to replace the air in my lungs.

I pushed against the palm of her hand, begging with the full force of my desperation to be released from this. But Claudia- like she had always been- was cruel and needlessly brutal.

There was something endlessly frustrating about pleading with my eldest sibling for a hint of much needed gentleness, and to be told by her actions- no . No you may not breathe, no you may not rest. No.

I was begging for her to let go of me, and she was telling me no. She was here to brutally fistfuck me, possibly until I passed out or died, she wasn’t here to show mercy, she wanted to beat me into a workable shape- one that was tougher than the one I had entered back into her life with.

I coughed, watching with terror as a flurry of bubbles quickly escaped me, rushing upwards into my face and into my eyes as they flowed upwards, leaving me that much closer to death.

Meanwhile, Claudia fingered me fast and hard. I didn’t stretch easily, but like with everything in life, Claudia’s fingers who not be taking no for an answer.

Come on, I can take more than three…

It was all I could do from down here, arch my back and hope she slips another fingers into my anus, the longer it took her to stretch me open and tear me in half with her fist, the longer it was going to take before I could breathe again. The quicker she raped me the quicker I would be done being raped.

I was so wet that I couldn’t tell whether the droplets running down my legs were water or blood, but I knew how it felt- like I was being ripped in two. More quiet whimpers of indignation from beneath the water were all I could give her, the only signs that I was still alive and that she should keep going, that she wasn’t fingerfucking a corpse just yet.

And then finally- somehow both mercilessly and mercifully- she forced a fourth finger inside of my waiting bleeding asshole, wet from the horrors of the rape chamber around her as my sister tried to pry an orgasm from my punching bag of a prostate.

Don’t dish out what you can’t take, St. Clair.

That was the lesson here. I could take this, I could do this. I was strong.

Mommy could do it, and so can I…

In this moment it really did feel like I was in my mother’s place, my wants and needs drowned out by the force of a more powerful hand, keeping me down, holding me back, telling me no .

She continued to pound me with her hand, beating my prostate in as she fisted me, the little punching bag inside me desperately waiting for her thumb to finally join in, to wrap her fingers around my prostate and tear it out of me by force, to rip an orgasm straight from my loins like it it was desperate to break free from me.

I was sure the tears coming from my eyes were tears of joy as I felt her finally do it, making my knees wobble and shake as she slid- shoved - her entire fist up my asshole, tearing into it like a weapon. That shaking in my knees, this feeling in my loins, that was the feeling of an orgasm building against my will- and I welcomed it.

But I was also running out of breath. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but even the slimmest glimpses of light around me were fading into oblivion, I was going to lose consciousness if I didn’t breathe soon. I was going to DROWN if I didn’t escape her evil clutches.

She has to let me go, she wouldn’t actually kill me. That’s not what she wants- right?!

But she kept going, never letting up. She kept saying no when I asked to breathe, not fighting back, not letting myself waste my energy on anything else except for surviving, but she kept telling me no- and it was getting harder and harder to convince myself that she wasn’t at least okay with drowning me for her own selfish pleasure, even if that wasn’t what she was really after.

She killed her last slave… but- but I’m her SISTER, she wouldn’t…

I couldn’t just lie down and die, I had to resist- to escape- and that finally gave my limbs the kick they needed to start moving again, to start obeying ME instead of her, like they should.

My loins were boiling beneath the water as I inched closer to an orgasm on my sister’s knuckles, my own fingers now finally curling around her wrist as I struggled to pry her hand from the back of my head.

I had done my job, I had lied here and let her do this to me, and now she needed to let me go. I could take a lot of things, but I couldn’t survive having my lungs crushed by the pressure of the water beneath hers.

You deserve everything that’s coming to you… even if it kills you…

I hung onto her arm, not trying to pull it off of me, but for support. I wasn’t submissive, but I was smart, I could tell she wanted me to come with her hand inside of me. So that’s what I was gonna do. There was no competition here, no back and forth between her and I, just her.

“Nnnghh!!!” I gagged, a huge rush of air clawing its way out of my mouth, finally leaving me with no air left at all. “Mmmmphnnnngh!!!!”

My body wanted to spasm, to thrash at my sister until she either let me up to breathe, or I dropped dead. But I couldn’t move, not against all of the pain keeping me subdued.

Calm down!! Calm down!!

I couldn’t breathe, that’s fine. But I still had a little while before I was unconscious, I just had to orgasm. I just had to focus on what I could do, stay calm and try not to break.

But the terror of losing my last breaths was finally overcome by the immense physical pain I was in, the fearsome power of the woman behind me which my whole body shook with.

She tore into me, now that her whole fist was inside of my anus she had no reason to hold back. She had torn me open and now she just had to beat me to a pulp, and extract whatever shame I still had left- and I was living for it.

It felt so immensely terrible that I couldn’t help but love it, my prostate was sensitive, but even it couldn’t withstand a thrashing like this without losing its dignity.

“Mmmmmppppphh~!!!!!!!!”

I came. With my ass spread open by my sister’s fist driving itself deeper and deeper until she could almost grab my sex and squeeze it in her hands, I screamed and moaned as I came, the last of any air in my lungs escaping me into the water above.

Everything in my vision was fuzzy as the world ceased to exist around me, my sight and hearing finally going out and giving up. I thrashed against her as I came, satisfied that it was finally over.

But Claudia didn’t stop going, and I didn’t stop thrashing against her with my arms because she wasn’t stopping. She wasn’t letting up.

NO!! LET ME OUT!!!!!

I did what she said and I behaved, I let myself be raped at her hand, but she wasn’t stopping. Surely my moans would have let her know that she had done her job, that I was finished. But for some reason she wasn’t quite finished.

I don’t deserve this!!!! Let me go!!!!

I could have possibly broken free from her grasp if I tried sooner, if I had done everything I could to tear myself from her claws when I had all of my strength, but instead I had let her petrify me. She scared me into submission, keeping my hands heavy enough to weigh me down while I had any semblance of strength in my body. But now I was drained, pathetic, and helpless.

I fought against her with all of my strength, desperately trying to escape her.

And I felt myself break against her hands.

Crack.

I screamed louder than I ever had at the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life, feeling some part of me snap inside of her, at her touch.

I screamed at the top of my empty collapsing lungs but I couldn’t hear myself, nobody could hear me, not while I was submerged.

It was only when I finally heard my screams echoing back at me that I realized it was over, that she had yanked my head back out of the water by my hair and was now forcefully ripping her hand from my beaten and subjugated anus.

I couldn’t describe the sounds I was making, not even to myself, but I was screaming in pain and terror, desperately gasping for breath, trying to fill my lungs with air before they exploded.

She dropped me, letting me fall back face first into the water and pick myself back up, and she left.

She was moaning as loud as I was screaming, recoiling from an orgasm that had just rocked her entire body to the core.

She came just as hard as I did, almost harder, to the sounds of my screams and cries, only able to pry herself away from me after the sounds of me shattering beneath her, physically and mentally.

She struggled to her feet, clawing her way to her cane and limping away, slamming the screen door open so that she could escape.

I whimpered loudly, desperately, thankful that it was finally all over.

Peering through the screen door, the rest of the master bathroom was the first thing I saw when I regained my sense of vision, but all I could do was crawl away from it.

That way meant safety and escape, but it also meant my sister. I dragged myself as far into the bath chamber as I could, cornering myself for her as I slumped over, amazed that I was still able to move my arms and legs, astonished that I hadn’t bled out into the bath at all. To say that my bubble had been burst would have been a demonstrable understatement. It had been shattered, I had been shattered, Claudia had shattered me.

I couldn’t pinpoint the place within me that my newfound energy was coming from, but I was going to use it all here and now, to scream and sob and cry. I hunched over in the corner of the bathtub and I cried loudly for the world around me to hear, to know what pain and torment I was in.

Where was Tallie when I needed her? Where was Leah when I needed her? Where was my mother when I needed her?

Where was Claudia’s mother when I needed her?

Where was Lilith right now… right when both of us needed her?

“Chloe…” I hacked and coughed, still spitting up water and suds into the bubble bath below. “Sophia…”

This is what you get for hurting her… Chloe could do better than this, Chloe wouldn’t be such a wreck. She was strong like that. She was stronger than me. This is what you get for hurting one of Claudia’s slaves… This is what you get for breaking Chloe. This is your punishment.

I cried as loud as I could, unconcerned with who might be hearing me, unable to stop myself from sobbing, like an infant being drowned.

I had just been baptized.

“Claudia!!” I don’t know why her name was the first to come out of me, why she was the first person I called. I needed my mother, I wanted my mommy, but Claudia was the closest thing I had to that right now. The closest thing I had to my mother right now was more like my father than anyone else. “Claudia!!”

Leave it up to a lifetime of abuse to convince someone that their abuser was the best person to help them afterward, the only person who could fix them afterward, after the abuse was all said and done, and the raping was over.

“Please… come back…”

I turned towards where I thought she may be, locking eyes with that glowing red serpent at the head of her cane before I ever laid an eye on her, tears tearing their way from by eyes anew just from looking into it.

“Please… help…”

“I’m here.” The sound of her voice followed by the sound of splashing water behind me let me know that she was here, she was back. “I’m here to help you, I promise…”

She laid her hand on my naked body, placing her hand on my shoulder. It was less of an exclamation of I’m here to protect you and more of a declaration of I have you, you’re mine - but it felt good, it helped, if only just a little bit.

“Khkhkhkhkh…” I sobbed, clenching my teeth together as I was forced to turn towards her, given no choice but to lay my eyes on her again. It was just like with daddy, I had to lean on the person who had just raped me for support.

But that wasn’t new… that’s what I had expected Chloe to do for so long. It didn’t feel wrong.

Just for once, it felt right.

She rocked me back and forth, holding my head to her chest and refusing to let me go. I cried, dripping tears onto her plush breasts like I was a shower nozzle, helpless and broken.

You deserve every part of this… Stop complaining. Stop crying.

At least Chloe could hold back tears. At least Chloe was stronger than me. Why was I so weak? Why couldn’t I be as strong as Chloe? Why couldn’t I be as strong as my mother?

“Mmmph…” I curled my hands into fists, clenching my hair in my fingers, about ready to pull it all out. “Mommy…”

“Your mommy isn’t here right now, Candace.” Claudia held me there, not letting me go. “You have to be strong like her, she’s not here right now.”

“And why not?! ” I shouted at her, burying my face in her chest. “ She was here last time!!”

“You’re not a baby anymore, Candace.” She tore me from her chest, staring me dead in the eyes as she spoke. “You’re a grown woman, and your mother is dead.”

“But why is she dead…” I glared up at her, eyes still full of tears. “Why did Daddy kill my Mom?”

“I…” Claudia paused, tears in her eyes as she struggled to maintain eye contact. “We should get you out of the bath.”

“Claudia?”

“I don’t know why she’s dead!!” Claudia snapped at me, once again burying my head in her chest, as she lied. She was lying straight to my face, through her teeth, as she tried to shake the thought of my mother out of her head. “It could have been an accident…”

She knows something that she’s not telling me. She knows something more about my mother’s death, and she refuses to let herself tell me.

“I can’t baby you like your mom did.” She placed both palms on my temples, holding my head in her hands as she pried me away again. “You have to be strong like she was, or be strong like father is, and you have to decide.”

I stared at her, clenching my teeth. “What?”

“Do you want to be like Daddy? Or do you want to be like Mommy? Decide.”

I screwed my eyes shut, the pain of losing my world in the span of two weeks crashing in on me, like the suppressive waves of the ocean, dragging me further and further into the depths.

“Mommy.” I spat it out, sick to my stomach at not just my father, but at myself. “I wanna be like Mommy.”

And then I felt her lips pressed against mine.

But this time they stayed there, warm and wet, pressing against my lips with force. Her passion and power kept me in place, filling me with a cold dread that crept its way from my head to my toes, clawing my lips off. She dragged me further under the water with her kiss, sucking the air from my lungs, drowning me anew. But at the same time, it filled me with a strangely warm sensation, not just protective- possessive.

“That’s my little sister.” She pulled away, her lips now curled into a smile. “You’re always going to be my little sis, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I cursed myself under my breath, choking on my pride and dignity as I sat there in the bath with her, soaking in the same water I would have drowned in if it hadn’t been for her mercy at the last moment. “Yes…”

Claudia was a lot like him, but I wasn't. I didn’t want to be like him, but I owed a lot to my father for making me the person I am. Just like Claudia permitting me to breathe, I wouldn’t be here right now if he had forced me to live as a slave- and it was about time that I paid my family back for that favor.

If Sophia can do it, so can I… this is my punishment.

“Let’s go ahead and rinse away those mommy issues.” She giggled, lifting a handful of water from the bubble bath before letting it fall back into the ocean below. “Turn the faucets off and drain the bath, Candace. I’ll see you when you’re done~”

“Where are you going?” I glared up at her, staring into the glowing red eyes of her serpentine walking implement as she walked away. “Why do I have to drain the bath?”

She smiled, humming to herself. “Because I told you to.”

“Yes, Ma’am…” I curled by hands into fists, wanting to tear her vocal chords from her throat, but I couldn’t. I was going to be less like her, and more like my mother. My mother could get abused and raped as much as my father wanted to and still be able to do as she was told when it was done, and so could I. “Whatever you say.”

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Claudia didn’t return until I had done as I was told, but she did eventually return to my side, just like she promised.

“You seem to be doing a little bit better now?”

She was fully dressed, but I was still sopping wet, curled up in the corner of the now empty and dried bathtub.

“I can’t fathom what exactly gives you that impression, but yeah… I’m fine.”

“Good!!” She smiled, cane still in hand as she approached the bathtub. “My family is waiting downstairs to see you, so we should get you all dressed up?”

“Dressed up?” I scoffed at her, shaking my head incredulously. “You expect me to stay after that?”

“Yes?” She frowned, unsure of what I was getting at. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“You almost killed me.”

“I’m trying to help you, Candace.” She sighed, extending the cane for me to grab. “It was meant as a bonding exercise~”

I sighed, rolling my eyes at her as I stood up, brushing her cane to the side. “I can dress myself.”

The floor of the bathtub wasn’t even all that slippery, it was dry. I had drained out the entire bath chamber, but for some reason- I still fell down.

It was like my hip buckled beneath me, sending me tumbling forward onto my hands and knees, slamming me onto the floor again.

“But you don’t have to do things by yourself.” I felt her hand on my shoulder, letting me know she was there. “You have your family here to help you, and we’re always going to love you… I’m always going to love you.”

“You call that love?”

“I would call that the scariest moment of my entire life if it had been an accident… almost drowning my sister, just because I got carried away.” She frowned, rubbing my back to help comfort me. “But it wasn't an accident… I was in control and making sure that you were going to be okay the entire time. I'm not going to accidentally kill you, there's not going to be an accident like that with you..."

I frowned, staring down at the floor below. “Just like my mother’s death had been an accident?”

“Yeah…” She sighed, squeezing my shoulder with one hand. “But it’s not going to happen again, not with you. I won't let it.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay…” I bit my lip, staring up at her as I let her take me by the hand, helping me to my feet. “What now?”

“Now we go fix the broken shatters of our relationship.” She helped me out of the bathtub, continuing to help me walk so that I didn’t fall down afterwards. “More sister bonding~”

“And that means?”

“Hair and makeup and dressing my lovely little sister up, like a doll~”

I giggled, shaking my head at the idea. “I guess so…”

“Chin up, you’re doing great.” She smiled at me, rubbing my back almost proudly. “You’ll look just like your mother in no time.”

“Hm…” I blushed, smiling at the idea just a little bit. “Okay, that sounds fun…”

“I’ve missed you a lot.” She smiled back at me. “I really have, I promise. It’s nice to have you back in my life, and I don’t want you to leave again.”

“I don’t want to leave either…” I smiled, thinking it over for a moment. “Can I get a moment alone with that new slave of yours before I leave?”

“Of course you can… just say the word and I’ll let you play with her.”

“Thank you… that means a lot to me.”

“I love you, Candace.”

“I love you too, Claudia…”

And I guess that’s it…

Claudia got me all dried off and dressed up, and she was even nice enough to do my hair afterward, and she was right to say that I looked like my mother, because I did.

But this is where I have to say goodbye, it’s time for me to leave, I guess.

It wasn’t pleasant, I’m sure of that, but I hope it was at least a little bit cathartic to see me get my just desserts after all that time, I deserved it after all, I think we can all agree on that.

I’ve done a lot of terrible things to Chloe, so it’s only fair to have them done back to me by someone just as mean and cruel, I couldn’t really blame Claudia for that- just like I couldn’t really blame my father for wanting to toughen us all up as children. I came out a stronger person because of it.

But I’m going to be less like my father and more like my mother now.

She was a wonderful woman, and I really wish I could give you the chance to meet her- but I’m not going to be around for much longer, at least not like this.

I’m not disappearing, I won’t be vanishing off the face of the planet, I still exist and you’ll get to see me, but it won’t be anything like this. I won’t be around to narrate what I’m thinking or going through anymore, you won’t get to see from my point of view anytime soon.

And I think that’s for the best, to not have to watch a heinous abuser like me abuse my position and power all for the sake of claiming one girl as my own.

I may not like it, Chloe has a new master now.

And I’m sorry if you thought that maybe I’d try to wrangle her from Claudia’s grasp at the first opportunity I got, but I know better. I don’t deserve her, and I’m not the kind of person who has the right to claim her as my own again.

That’s what I was being punished for, hurting her in the first place. So even though I want her back more than anything, I don’t want to hurt her anymore.

I hate that she’s here with my sister, and at least I know where she is now.

I’m glad to know that she’s safe, relatively safe at least. There are better people out there for her, I’m sure, but there are also worse people to trust her in the hands of.

I’m stalling for time I know, but I just don’t want to go… not yet.

I know this isn’t how you expected it to go, but at least it’s better this way, right?

You’re happy with this… she’s better with her than with me, isn’t she?

Right… I have to let go eventually, and I might as well start by letting go of my grasp on the story.

Thanks for sticking it out to the end with me. I’ll see you again someday, I promise.

I love you, and goodbye~

Yours forever and ever,
Candace Amelia Saint Clair.