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Chapter 1

Janice glanced in back of their rental van to make sure that their targets were still soundly drugged. The heavy canvas bags that contained the twin blondes still weren't moving much and she hoped that they wouldn't until they were safely inside their rented house.

It had been a difficult job, Jan reflected. Their client wanted these two girls specifically. The fact that they were minor celebrities because of their ads for Double Barrel Ale didn't help. The girls, Cassandra and Amanda, did have a paid body guard with them at the shoot as well as both of their parents. However Ray, her partner and husband, had come up with a workable plan that went off like a charm.

Janice had taken the lead this time, being the head police investigator. The badges and ID's were nearly perfect and by the time anyone deduced that Ray and Janice weren't real cops, they had already switched cars twice and had the girls sedated, stripped and bound in the back of their van.

"Do you think we should call the kids?" Janice asked her husband.

"And what, spoil their vacation?" Ray grinned, "Look, I am sure they are all right. Jeff has a level head about him and even though Stephanie is a bit of a free spirit, she has common sense. God, what I would have given to have three weeks without my parents looking over my shoulder."

Janice smiled a faint smile, "Your right."

There was a slight noise in back and Janice looked at the sacks again. One of the bags seemed to be moving. Of course, it wouldn't be moving very far. Ray was a wiz with rope and both girls were tied in a very strict hogtie. They also had several thick straps of Duct Tape sealing their lips and a tightly knotted crotch rope to keep them company. Both Ray and Janice were glad to see that their long blonde hair matched the soft curls between their legs.

To Amanda, it felt as if her brain was wrapped in a huge cotton ball. She tried to move and focus, but her limbs remained pinned in back of her. She tried to say something, but her mouth wouldn't move. Slowly, the fog her mind was in wisped away and she realized that she was bound and gagged.

She bucked and screamed inside the stifling sack. There was very little light filtering through the cloth but she was glad to see it. It meant that she wasn't blindfolded. However, the feel of the rough cloth against her skin made her realize that all her clothes were gone. Amanda also felt the bite of rope around her ankles and wrists, holding her in a hogtie. There was also another rope pressed through her sex, rubbing her every time she moved. It was causing more of an unwanted distraction than discomfort and soon she kept her struggles to a minimum.

The 'cops' must have done this to her and her sister. Of course now she knew that they weren't cops. As soon as they clamped the medicine-smelling rag over her face, Amanda had realized that they had been kidnapped. By then it was too late as she fell into a black sleep.

But she hadn't seen it before then; Amanda had bought into the whole cop thing.

The lady detective, a real pretty blonde, had showed them a picture of one of their new ranch hands at her parent's ranch and asked if she knew him. She had said yes and so had her sister. The other cop, a little bit older guy built like a bouncer, said that they needed to take us down to the station to ask a few questions. They weren't in trouble but they needed to get a statement from them. Sandy had said okay and the both of them were lead to the car.

Amanda had seen enough CSI and The First 48 to know that cops did this. She really didn't think much of it. The lady cop even suggested that their parents follow them to the station or have another car come pick them up as well. Mom said she would like that and knowing mom, she probably waited thirty or forty minutes before becoming concerned. Of coarse, the crew of the set would be getting pissed off too. They had schedules they had to meet and they needed both Sandy and herself. . .

A bump jarred her thoughts. Someone was struggling beside her.

Sandy.

Amanda could hear her twin-sister's muted screams as she fought against her ropes. Sandy would be freaking. She hated small enclosed spaces and that is what the bag was.

"Calm down or you're going to get hurt," the woman's voice said.

It didn't calm Cassandra down. If anything it made her struggle more. The bag was engulfing her; swallowing her and it was getting hard to breathe. Sandy needed to get out of there at all costs.

"Shit", Janice said under her breath. They were almost to their place and one of the girls was going nuts.

Janice unbuckled her safety belt and crawled into the back. The van was a normal mini-van with heavily tinted windows. Ray had removed the seats and stored them in the garage so that the twins would be easy to load. Jan straddled the squirming bag and pinned it.

"I said to be still or I'll have to cause you some real pain."

The struggling slowed but did not stop. The girl's screaming certainly didn't.

Janice gave a hard spank to the bag she was on.

"Stop it!" she yelled.

The bag stopped its gyrations. The screaming was replaced by whimpering.

Janice felt the van slow and she looked up. They were pulling into the neighborhood where they had rented the house. It was an older suburb with huge oaks shading the sidewalks. There were kids on bikes and older folks walking their dogs. The house they had picked had an attached garage and an unfinished basement, perfect for the next couple of weeks of initial training.

It didn't take long for Ray to pull the van up and start to back it in. Ray clicked the remote and the garage door opened up. Carefully he maneuvered the van inside and closed the door.

During all of this, Amanda continued to explore her bonds. There was no give to them and struggling only made rope between her legs excite her more. There was little she could do now until she found out what the couple was planning.

She heard doors slam and the low grumbles of the 'cops' as they pulled her sister from the van. They had to warn her several times not to struggle or they would drop her onto the concrete. Then Amanda was left in silence.

It wasn't long before Mandy felt her own bag being dragged forward. There was a sickening drop as she cleared the rear of the van, but she didn't hit the floor. She was roughly carried a ways before being set down.

Light flooded into the bag as the mouth was untied. The other end was lifted up and Amanda was roughly poured out onto the carpeted floor. Blinking, Amanda noticed her twin sister on the floor beside her, tied identically. Sandy looked at her, her brown eyes filled with fear. Mandy was sure she looked the same. However, she knew that there was no escaping their restraints. Not now.

"Welcome home," the man said as he knelt down before them, "My you're an attractive pair of fillies."

And they were. They were everything a good ol' boy would want; long blonde hair, a hefty set of boobs, long legs and curves where curves should be. No wonder Double Barrel Ale was doing so well.

Amanda's eyes were drawn toward the riding crop the man had in his hand.

"By now you have pretty much guessed that me and my partner here are not officers of the law," the man stood up and smiled a smile a shark would envy, "We are also not your typical kidnappers. We don't want your money or our 5 minutes of fame."

The man slowly started to pace back and forth in front of them, tapping the crop into the palm of his other hand. He was about six foot tall and had a heavy muscular build to him. His dark brown hair had traces of gray that matched his dark blue-gray eyes. He had the jaw line of a wrestler and the grace of a prowling tiger.

"No, my sweeties, my partner and I just want you all."

An icy claw clamped down inside Amanda's stomach.

"Now, before you get all panicky, I want you to know we will take very good care of you as long as you're in our care. Who knows, you might even find it fun. And that brings us to the first task you will perform for us. . ."

He paused, looking down into both pairs of doe-like eyes.

"You must make your sister cum."

Amanda heard a loud whine come from behind her sister's gag.

"Now, being twins, you must know what the other one likes, you know what I mean. And you better use that to your advantage, sweeties. You know why?"

Both bound blondes just looked up at him, fear etched in their tears.

"Because the last one to make her sister cum will have to feel the sting of this crop. And before you get to thinking that if both of you don't cum, then I won't do anything; think again. I can inflict a lot more pain than just using this little 'ole riding crop on your ass. A lot more."

"Now, my partner here. . . You can call her Mistress . . . Will help you get ready for this event. We have a room down in the basement all ready for you, sound-proofed and all, so no one can hear you. Not that anyone cares in this ghetto hood. Hell, screaming might attract them gang-bangers like a bee to honey. Hell, it might be fun to watch."

"So, what I am telling you is you better be on your best behavior on things will get a might nasty."

With that, the man knelt next to Sandy while the blonde woman did so next to her sister. Mandy was not-to-gently pushed over onto her side and felt the woman undo a couple of knots.

To Mandy, 'Mistress' did not look the part of a dominatrix bitch. No, the woman was tall and graceful. Her long, blonde hair framed a Monroe-like face. Her green eyes, however, had a cold sternness about them that promised something-like pain.

The ropes parted and Amanda found that she could stretch out her legs. Her ankles were still bound together but they were no longer cinched to her wrists.

"Up," Mistress said.

The woman grabbed Amanda under her arm and helped lifting her to her feet. The blonde was unsteady as she balanced in her bonds. Scarcely had she recovered when she felt the woman pull at her crotch rope, forcing it even tighter between her lips.

"Come."

Amanda tried to hop the best she could behind the woman. She caught a glimpse of her sister. The man was doing the same to her, pulling her towards the kitchen and the open door leading to the basement. The man stopped, grabbed Cassandra, and flung her over his shoulder before carrying her downstairs. The woman pulled Amanda to the doorway and waited.

The man appeared again, minus Sandy. He picked-up Mandy up as he had her sister, putting her over his shoulder and carrying her down the stairs.

In the center of the unfinished basement was a huge, room-sized box made of plywood. The door to it was open and he carried Amanda through it and set her down inside.

Amanda looked around. It was a bedroom, complete with a humongous brass bed. There was a dresser and an armoire. The red carpet was thick beneath her feet. The only thing that made the bedroom more sinister was the foam that covered the walls and ceiling.

'Mistress' closed the door after herself.

Sandy was already on the bed, curled into a mewling ball. Without a word, the woman stepped over to Sandy and ripped the tape from her lips, causing Sandy to scream in pain.

"Quiet," the woman ordered.

"What do you want from us?" Sandy cried.

"I said quiet," the woman said, holding up a crop similar to that of the mans.

Sandy quieted into a tearful whine.

"Sit up," the woman told Sandy and the blonde struggled to comply.

The man opened the armoire and pulled from it a penis-shaped object that sported a pair of straps. As he approached Sandy, she cringed.

"Open your mouth," the Mistress commanded.

Sandy did so reluctantly, her eyes focused on the phallus in the man's hand.

The man stepped around in back of Sandy and put the thing over her mouth. Amanda noticed that there was a ball on the other end of the penis and it filled her sister's mouth. The straps were then fastened in back of her head. When Sandy turned to look at her sister, all Mandy really saw was the large black dildo sticking out of her sister's mouth. The gel phallus wiggled every time her sister moved.

"Your turn, princess," The man smiled as he gathered up an identical gag.

When the woman torn off the tape, it felt like Amanda's lips had been shredded. She gave a yelp of pain and that was it. She didn't even have to be ordered to open her mouth, she just did. The ball was squeezed between her teeth and pinned her tongue down. It tasted like an old tire and smelled nearly as bad. She felt the straps being buckled tightly behind her head.

The couple went back to her sister, Sandy. The Mistress got up onto the bed and rolled Sandy onto her back before straddling her to pin her to the mattress. Meanwhile, the man undid the ropes around Cassandra's ankles.

Sandy kicked and struggled when the ropes came free, but within a heartbeat, one of Sandy's flailing ankles was tied off to the corner of the bed. The second ankle soon followed, spreading Sandy's legs wide.

The man then undid her crotch rope, leaving Sandy's sex in full view of everyone.

"There, there," the woman cooed, kissing Sandy on the forehead.

The man grabbed a tube from on top of the dresser and squeezed some of the clear gel unto his fingers. Sitting down beside Sandy, he began to massage the gel in and around her reddened lips, lubricating them.

The man caught Amanda staring at him.

"Don't worry. I will make sure to give you the same gentle, loving care."

Another dollop of gel went into his hand and he coated Sandy's penis gag with it.

The blonde woman got up off of Amanda's whimpering sister and approached her. Deftly, the woman untied Amanda's crupper and pulled it away from her. She then held Amanda as the man squeezed some more gel into his fingers and pressed it into her sex.

At first, the gel chilled her, but in a good way. The rope had abraded her slit and the gel soothed it. However, that changed. The lubricant seemed to warm her, making her sex itch. Amanda began to squirm in the woman's arms, but she held her tight.

Like her sister, Amanda's phallus was greased with the same gel until it glistened. After the man was satisfied, he helped his partner push Amanda towards the bed where they sat her down and undid the ropes to her ankles.

Amanda didn't fight. She knew all it would do was to inflict pain upon herself and possibly her sister. 'Mistress' told her to get up into the bed and position herself over her sister. Amanda wasn't stupid. She knew what position they wanted her in and the thought truly horrified her. Once she was over her sister in the '69' position, they then tied her ankles apart to the corners of the bed.

"Now, ladies, you can begin any time now. And don't try to fake your cum. Mistress here knows a fake when she sees it. It will only result in some really awful whippings. Now, go on, get at it."

Amanda lowered her head, aiming the wagging black dildo towards her sister's snatch. The task would have been easier if the phallus more rigid, but finally she pushed it into Sandy.

It wasn't too much later that she felt something nudge at her sex. Sandy was having a hard time of it, possibly because Amanda had found a rhythm and was now pumping the dildo into Sandy quickly. She could see her sister's hips starting to match the rhythm and hear the faint moans coming from behind her.

Sandy finally pushed the gel dick into her sister, straining her head up to do it. But she couldn't focus on the task at hand. The combination of the prickly lubricant and the quickening strokes of her sister's ministrations started to have an effect on her. She could feel the first coals of an orgasm starting burn.

The flares of pleasure just kept continued, filling Sandy to the point where she couldn't reciprocate. She arched back and pumped her hips, moaning into her gag. Sandy lifted herself up to her sister as best she could, trying to find purchase on the covers, but the ropes around her ankles held tight and made it difficult.

Still, the flames roiled inside her as she panted and screamed into her gag until she was engulfed wholly in an explosion of searing-hot ecstasy. Her whole body shook, confined only by the ropes holding her wrists and ankles.

Finally, slowly, the waves of bliss ebbed away and Sandy laid there exhausted. Only after a few minutes did she realize what had just happened.

She hadn't made her sister cum.

The warmth of her orgasm's aftermath was replaced with the cold fear of what was about to come.


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Chapter 2 (added: 03/25/2011)

Amanda's heart sank as she heard her sister Cassandra starting to sob through her gag. Neither of their captors had moved. The man was holding a riding crop, tapping it into one hand. The woman just held her crop by her side. Both were looking at Sandy as her tears made dark trails from her eyeliner.

"Now, I don't know who is who," the man said, talking with a slight southern accent, "and I really don't care. You, young lady. . ."

The man pointed his crop at Amanda, still bound naked above her sister; her hands bound behind her back and her mouth gagged with an obscene gag with a black gel dildo protruding out of it.

". . .you are going to be known as number 1."

The woman, Mistress, turned and went over to the armoire and removed from it a red leather collar. On the front, a big chrome number 1 was emblazoned. Without a word, the woman Amanda knew as Mistress fastened the collar around her neck, locking it into place.

"Now, 1, you have pleased us with your performance here. You made your sister here cum and that means you aren't going to be whupped. However, your sister there isn't going to be as fortunate. She's going to learn firsthand not to disappoint us."

Ray smiled, listening to Cassandra's renewed sobs. Both young blondes were gorgeous, being bound in a '69' position and glistening from their sexual efforts. Number 1's breast dangled down over her sister, jiggling as she caught her breath. The other twin lay on her back, her eyes closed and her head turned away from the couple.

The twins were a fine catch.

Ray and his wife Janice had spent many an hour looking at the twins' advertisements and appearances on behalf of Double Barrel Ale, but nothing compared to seeing them stripped naked and helplessly bound. Both girls had large breasts with large, pink nipples. Both had long, honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a cute spray of freckles across the bridge of their noses. Both would be wonderful playthings for their client once they got them trained.

Ray's wife went over and got the second collar, a black leather one with the number 2 fastened on the front. They would be able to tell instantly each girl by the color of their collar. Janice roughly fastened the black collar around number 2's neck and locked it into place.

"Now, I don't want to fight you all here. Too easy for you to get hurt bad so please do what I order you to do and we'll all be fine. Number 1, we're going to have to get you off your sister."

The blonde Mistress carefully undid the knots around each of Amanda's ankles before hooking her finger through the front 'D' ring to Amanda's collar and pulling her forward. Amanda struggled to keep balance, trying not to step on her sister as she climbed off bed. The Mistress guided her over to stand in front of the man.

"Pay attention, girls. I'm just going to say this once. If I have to repeat it, I will just whup you until it sinks in. Clear?"

Amanda was the first to nod, followed by the sniffling Cassandra.

"Now when I tap you on the thigh like this. . ."

Ray took his riding crop and tapped Amanda's left inner thigh lightly.

"That means open your legs up as wide as possible so we can see your pretty little pussy. . ."

The man waited, staring at Amanda.

Amanda blushed as she started to spread her legs as wide as she could. She could feel the tears about to burst and she swallowed to try to keep them from erupting.

"You see, number 1, that wasn't so hard now after all," the man said, "and you both have such nice looking little pussies too. That nice little strip of soft, blonde bush just makes me want to get that much closer to you all."

Amanda squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his fingers caress through her nest and trail down to her sex. Gently, he eased a finger inside of her and began stroking up and down her slick slit.

"I see you're ready for me," the man whispered into Amanda's ear, causing her to turn away. She drew a sobbing sigh of relief when the man removed his finger from her.

"It is important that you obey these commands immediately. If you don't, young ladies, things are going to be bad between us. Now, my love, would you get number 1 ready while I get number 2?"

"My pleasure," Mistress purred.

Amanda opened her eyes when she felt Mistress grab her chin and turned it to face her. Mistress' cold green eyes stared into 1's dark ones.

"Do I see tears?" she asked.

Amanda shook her head a little.

"No?" Mistress smiled, "I think you are a liar, number 1. You know, you can be punished for lying, my little slave. So I ask you again, are you crying?"

Amanda nodded, sobs bursting out of her as her tears now freely flowed.

"Now, now," Mistress brushed Mandy's hair, "It's alright. Your Master and I will take good care of you and I promise not to hurt you too much. But you have to promise me that you will behave too. Can you do that?"

The captured blonde nodded, her eyes averted from the Mistress's hard stare.

"Good. First, I am going to replace your gag with something a little different. I want you to be a silent as a little mouse as I replace it. Do you understand, slave 1?"

Again, Amanda nodded.

The Mistress walked around and undid the buckles to the gag. She was so relieved to get that black penis out from in front of her face as Mistress pulled the gag away. The rubber of the gag had tasted hideous and its bitter tang lingered in her mouth. As Mistress turned from her, Amanda took a quick glance at her sister. The man had taken her from the bed and stood her beside Amanda. Sandy was still bawling into her gag as she spread her legs wide just as Amanda had done.

"Open wide," Mistress smiled as she held up the gag. This one had a short, black penis on the inside. Amanda opened her mouth as the woman guided the phallus in. Soon, the straps to the gag were fastened tightly; making sure that Amanda couldn't speak intelligibly.

Next, Amanda watched as the woman took a long pole from beneath the bed. It was about as long as a yardstick and had a leather cuff on either end. She watched as Mistress buckled one of her ankles to one end then fastened the other to her remaining ankle. This forced her to keep her legs opened wide.

"Now, my precious slave, I am going to untie your wrists and put them into something more comfortable. If you make any move to try to escape, Master here will hurt your sister very badly. Now you don't want that now, do you?"

Amanda shook her head. There was no way she was going to do anything to hurt her sister if she could help it. She glanced over to her sister Sandy, and their locked eyes briefly. She still had that awful dildo sticking out of her face. Sandy had run out of tears, her dark eyes now bloodshot with fear.

Number 1 felt the rope holding her wrists together loosen and fall away but she didn't dare move, even when she noticed that Mistress had went back to the dresser for the new restraints. The man was watching Amanda intently. With her legs restrained apart as they were, an escape attempt would be very brief, very one sided, and would probably end up with both her and her sister being punished severely. No, Amanda stayed put, bracing herself for whatever would come next.

What was next looked like a pair of leather mittens without the thumbs. The woman guided Amanda's hand out in front and put each mitten on, buckling the leather strap around each wrist so there was no way to pull them off. The mittens forced her fingers to curl into a fist with very little wriggle room. The woman then locked Amanda's wrists together with a clip.

"You're such a good girl," Mistress purred, "Now raise your hands above your head."

Again, Amanda did as she was told. She glanced up and noticed for the first time several ropes dangling from the ceiling. Mistress knotted one around the clip holding Amanda's wrists together before going over the wall. Amanda felt the rope become taut as Mistress pulled it until the bound girl's toes barely touched the carpet.

Mistress turned Amanda until she faced her sister Cassandra.

"Now be a good little girl and stay here while we tend to your sister."

Sandy didn't want to be tended to. Her stomach was sore from all of her sobbing and her head ached from the constant fear of about what was about to happen. The man looked Cassandra right in her eyes; his gray-blue eyes sparkling with desire.

"Now, number 2, I'm really sorry about this, but you knew the rules to the game," he said, "now it's time to dance."

Sandy closed her eyes and tried to will his voice away.

"We can do this the easy way and get it over fast or we can do it the hard way. Hard means you're going to be in a lot of pain. Do you understand?"

Cassandra nodded, not opening her eyes.

"Now, your sister here, she obeyed really well and I want you to do the same. Now open your eyes and look at me."

The blonde did so. Cassandra felt Mistress untying her wrists and then holding onto them tightly. The man, Master, held out an identical pair of bondage mittens that Amanda was wearing. Mistress kept holding Sandy's arms while the man worked the restraints onto her until both hands were encased in leather and locked in front of her.

Just like her sister, Cassandra's hands were pulled above her head. Unlike her sister, Cassandra's ankles weren't held apart by a spreader bar and she struggled to keep her legs apart as she was winched up towards the ceiling.

Cassandra opened her eyes and looked down as she felt something around her ankles. Mistress was fastening a pair of black leather cuffs around each one before locking them together. She heard Master behind her. Looking over her shoulder, Sandy could see the man bringing over a large iron dumbbell and setting it down by her feet. The man then looped a long length of rope around it before tying off one end to Sandy's ankle cuffs.

Cassandra then felt herself being pulled up even further until her feet couldn't touch the ground and the rope to the dumbbell was drawn taut. Sandy was now stretched so she really couldn't move much at all.

"My, aren't you the one," the man said as he ran the tip of the crop over the flat of Cassandra's stomach, "I bet your mind is a racing right now, wondering what we are going to do to you and your pretty twin."

Cassandra didn't want to know, she just wanted it to be over. She watched as the blonde Mistress took the other end of the rope, threaded it over her sister's bound wrists and down her back and tied it off to what looked like a giant chrome fishhook. Sandy heard her sister mewl into her gag as Mistress took the hook and eased it into Amanda's puss, adjusting everything to make sure it was nice and tight.

"Now ladies," Master said, "We know that number 2 here needs to be punished. We also know that number 1 never had a chance to cum. We are going to make sure both happen. So here's the thing. We are going to whup number '2' until miss number 1 here cums. I am sure that all the twitching and squirming that number 2 going to be doing will pull that little pussy hook into number 1 quite fierce like. . . "

The man looked Amanda in the eye.

". . .that should help you get off. The sooner you cum, the less pain your sister here will endure. You understand?"

Amanda nodded, realizing the horror of what was about to happen.

"Now, slave 1, if you ever think that you might need a hand in reaching your orgasm, you can ask for Mistress to help. Remember, she can spot a faker so don't try to pull it off. Now, let's begin."

Amanda looked into the terrified face of her sister. She could already feel Sandy's struggles telegraphed through the rope to the metal hook in her sex and the man hadn't even started whipping her yet.

Cassandra yelped as the first strike bit into her ass. The jerk on the rope sank the hook deeper into Amanda. She tried to put all her focus into the feeling between her legs, tuning out her sisters wails. Amanda found that by lifting herself up on the balls of her feet then letting herself down, she could get a little friction going as she humped the chrome hook. However, the sudden jerks on the line didn't help but hindered Amanda's effort to cum.

"Do you need help?" Mistress asked as she whispered into Amanda's ear.

Cassandra cried out again in pain as the crop sliced at her rear.

Amanda nodded, crying. She felt Mistress reach around her and begin to tickle at Amanda's swollen clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through her as she writhed against the woman and moaned into her gag. With every touch, Amanda could feel the pleasure swelling inside of her.

"Fuckph, fuckph, fuckph," Amanda chanted into her gag as she began to thrust herself onto the mistresses hand even more.

Then the Mistress stopped.

Amanda mewled into her gag, drool dripping over her chin.

"Fuckph mmugh!" Amanda yelled into her gag.

"Do you want to cum, slave 1?" Mistress asked.

Amanda screamed into her gag. She was so close. She could feel her sister's thrashings and she dared not look at her.

She felt Mistress touch her again, roughly massaging Amanda's clit. A torrent of white-hot bliss tore through her as she bucked and writhed, engulfed in pure ecstasy. Mistress let her go and Amanda hung limply in her restraints. Glassy-eyed, she looked up at her sister, still feeling her sister's thrashings.

Cassandra was squirming now, but for a different reason. The Master had a slender vibrator buried into her sex and for the second time, Sandy was exploding from another orgasm. Finally, he removed the vibrator and let both girls dangle in their bonds.

"We need to get a few things cleaned up out there, so we're going to leave you two be. We'll check on you in a little while," the man said.

Both of their captors then left, leaving the twins hanging alone in their thoughts.

After making sure that the door to the girl's bedroom cell was dead-bolted and locked, Ray gave his wife a quick kiss before they both headed upstairs to get things in order.

The first thing Ray did was turn on the police scanner to listen to what was going on. From what he could discern, the BOLO was still out for the first vehicle they had used which was now safely tucked away behind the auto repair place where they deposited the keys in the drop box after making sure they wiped everything clean.

That was good news but there was no way he was going to relax until their captives were in the hands of their middleman at Magenta. This kind of high profile abduction was the thing of ulcers. However, the payoff would mean they wouldn't have to accept another job for at least a year or two.

"Anything? Janice asked, bringing in their abduction bag in from the garage.

"Nothing I wasn't expecting. We stay here until it cools down a bit before we make our run home, just as we planned."

"I love you," Janice smiled and gave her husband a tight hug.

"I love you too."

Janice began collecting the bags they had put the twins in and folding them up to put in the basement. Keeping everything neat was the key to making sure they didn't slip up.

"So what do you think, honey?" Janice asked as she watched her husband shrug out of the 'police' suit jacket.

"Honestly, I think they'll be tougher than they appear, especially number 1. I think they're both shell-shocked and easily pushed around at this stage of the game. But soon they'll pull themselves up by their bootstraps and become a handful. We need to be careful 24/7."

Janice nodded. That was her take on them as well. They grew up on a ranch and from what she had read about them, they did chores just like the rest of the family when not doing stuff for the brewery.

"I need to get out of this," Ray said, undoing his tie.

"I'll keep an eye on them, but I really don't think that they'll be doing much in the next hour or so."

Ray smiled, "That'll make them good and rested for their next lesson."

"And let me get ready as well," Janice grinned, thinking about the lessons ahead.


Chapter 3 (added: 05/09/2011)

Even though they were far from delivering the twins, Janice felt as if a huge load had been lifted from her shoulders. The abduction part was done and it was time now to savor part of their efforts. She shrugged out of her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. The belt came next, along with her holster and fake gun. She noticed one of the twins had noticed it when they went to pick them up and she was sure that part of her costume helped convince the twins that they were indeed detectives and needed to talk to them.

Janice stripped out of her pants next, laying them on the bed. She would hang them up later. Right now, she wanted to get back downstairs to have a little girl time with the twins. She selected a wonderful black leather teddy with a plunging neckline.

She really didn't bring along a lot of this type clothing, only a few pieces that screamed dominatrix. It was important to Janice to set the stage correctly and look the part. Ray and she didn't know who the client was, including the client's sex, so training had to include a dominate female aspect. Janice was more than willing to oblige with that part of it.

The blonde slipped out of her bra and panties and into the figure-hugging teddy. Looking in the mirrored closet doors, she thought she looked almost like a blonde Vampirella. Janice fought to keep a trim figure by jogging and working out at the gym with her husband. Looking at herself now, with her long, platinum blonde hair cascading down her back, her narrow waist, and long legs, she knew that she was a stunning woman and most of those genes had passed on to her teenage daughter Stephanie.

Janice picked up a pair of black thigh-high boots and slipped them on. She was comfortable with the 5-inch heels they had and it made her look that much taller. The black opera gloves were last. One more glance in the mirror before she headed down to teach the twins a few more things.

"God, every time I see you in that outfit reminds me why I married you." Ray smiled, giving his wife a warm hug before he climbed out of his detective's costume.

"It wasn't my personality?" Janice pouted.

"A little bit, but mainly the outfit."

Ray held his wife tight against him, feeling her familiar curves as he kissed her, their tongues dancing around each other. Despite seeing and using many young women, Janice still made him as horny as the first day he saw her. Reluctantly, Ray let her go. They both had work to do and really not very many days in which to do it.

Cassandra stared down at her toes, looking at her perfectly manicured nails. She had had a pedicure a few days ago, just before the shoot. She was clinging to that memory of being pampered like a life preserver in a cold sea of pain.

Her wrists and shoulders ached from being hung from them for what seemed like an eternity. Her rear throbbed from the caning she had received from the man and her whole soul felt as if it had been ripped out and ground to bits. She couldn't even look up at her twin sister even though she heard her sister's moans in front of her.

The most hideous thing, however, was the fact that she had an orgasm. Not just once, but twice. That was what tore her up the most, letting the animal pleasures consume her in front of their captors.

Sandy knew that her twin sister Amanda had climaxed also. Cassandra could hear Mandy's moans over her own. She hadn't looked up but just squeezed her eyes shut as the man did what he did to her.

She heard the door open and she turned her head. The Mistress had returned now, clad in a leather teddy, thigh-high boots and black gloves. In her one hand, she held a riding crop.

"I hope you girls had time to rest. We have quite a bit in store for you today and you need to learn a few things before I turn you over to my husband."

Cassandra watched as Mistress slowly walked around herself and her sister Amanda. Both of Cassandra's and Amanda's eyes followed her. Amanda was trying to say something, but her penis gag made every one of her words sound like mush.

"I know you both must be eager to find out what I have in store for you, but first, I need to get you ready."

The Mistress went over to the wall and undid the rope pulling Cassandra up. Slowly she was winched down until her feet were flat on the carpet. Then the woman tied the rope off again, keeping Cassandra's mitten-clad hands still above her head.

Conversely, Cassandra watched as the woman pulled her sister up further until Amanda couldn't touch the floor with her feet. When the woman was satisfied, she stepped over in front of Amanda and looked her in the eyes.

"You are not going to cause any problems, are you, number 1?" she asked.

Amanda shook her head no. The woman then knelt down and unlocked Amanda's ankles from the spreader bar. After she had removed them, Mistress produced a pair of leather cuffs and locked them around each ankle before clipping them together.

Stepping back, Janice looked at both girls. Both still had a pair of bondage mittens encasing their hands as well as leather cuffs locked around their ankles. Their bound wrists were still being held above their heads by rope and both had their mouths gagged. Number 1 had a panel gag sealed over her lips and Janice knew a large dildo filled her mouth behind it. Number 2 still had the gag with a large black gel dildo protruding out of it. Both girls had their color-coded collars on; red for 1 and black for 2. They were both facing Mistress.

"We are going to get to know each other a whole lot better," Janice smiled, "And you will learn what it is like to obey me and how painful it is when you don't."

"This, my sweets, is a crop and I will be using it to instruct you and guide you. . ."

Janice stepped over to Cassandra.

"You have already learned one command. . ."

The blonde mistress gave Cassandra a tap on her inner thigh. Sandy hesitated a second before she opened her legs as wide as her bindings would allow.

"Very good," she smiled as she began to touch between number 2's legs with her gloved finger.

Cassandra closed her eyes as she felt Mistress slowly working her way between her lips. The embers of her orgasm had not completely cooled and she felt a few hot waves of pleasure as Mistress tickled at her clit.

"You see, obeying has its privileges," Mistress said, pulling her hand away and stepping over to Cassandra's sister.

"Now, your pleasure and your pain are in our hands and it is up to you which one you want to experience. Personally, I hate pain and knowing what I know about how to inflict it, I am sure you won't like it either. Thus begins our next lesson."

Mistress paused, looking both of her captives in the eye before proceeding.

"Presenting yourself pleases us. When we are pleased, we tend not to punish you."

The woman tapped Amanda just above her nest of curls using the tip of the crop.

"A tap there means we want you to thrust your pretty pussies out for us. . ."

Amanda felt herself blush, but slowly she pushed her hips out as far as she could. She felt a tap on her inner thigh and with a bit of difficulty, she opened her knees. She felt the caress of Mistress' finger easing itself into her and slowly stroking her. Warm ripples of bliss washed through her as Amanda let out an involuntary moan. Mistress stopped and turned to Amanda's sister hanging beside her.

Cassandra felt the same set of taps as her sister, the first one above her puss and the second one on her thigh. She tried her best to do both but with her ankles bound together, it was a little more difficult than the thought.

"Good girls. I just knew you were going to be fast learners. Now, until we tell you otherwise, you have to maintain your position. I know you won't mind since you both have such nice, wet pussies. . ."

Mistress went over to the armoire and pulled out a black case. Setting it down in front of them, she clicked the latch open, opened the top and pulled out a pair of slender, chrome vibrators. Each one had a set of controls on a very long cord that led out of the case. Next she removed a pair of red ball gags, again with cords running into the case. The last items to come from the box were two sets of clamps, each having a wire running to the box. The woman ran a cord out and plugged it into an outlet on the wall.

Without a word, Janice eased the first vibrator into number 1. It slipped in easily until nearly the full length was inside her. She stepped over to number 2 and did the same thing, making sure that the cords did not become entangled. When she was satisfied nothing had become a rats nest, she stood up and smiled at Sandy.

"Two lines traced over your stomach like this," Janice said, taking her crop and tracing two parallel lines across the flat of Cassandra's stomach, "Means that you can relax and stand quietly to await your next order."

Immediately, Sandy relaxed. She watched as Mistress stepped over to Amanda and gave her the same command. However, the device in front of them made her very nervous, knowing that soon the other pieces would be used on her as well.

"The last command I will be teaching you today is presenting your breasts to us. A simple tap to your chest means I want you to thrust out your breasts so we can use them."

She tapped on Cassandra's chest and, hesitantly, the younger girl pushed her chest out. Again, the mistress did the same to her twin sister, Amanda. The woman reached down and selected a pair of the small clamps. A chill of dread went through Cassandra as she realized where those clamps were going to be used.

"Face each other," Mistress commanded.

Cassandra did as she was told. Facing her sister, Sandy didn't look up. Her eyes were glued to the chrome clips in the woman's hand. Mistress' gloved hand cupped her left breast, her fingers pulling on her nipple. She watched in horror as the woman took the clip and clamped it down on her nip. She whimpered in pain as she watched the woman do the same to her twin sister Mandy. It felt like her nipple was being pinched in half. Just when it became a dull ache, Mistress repeated the clamping of her other nipple, causing Sandy to moan more.

"I want both of you to know that this little box here was made specifically for you two. Ray and I designed it ourselves when we accepted this job. I really hope you appreciate the thought that went into it."

Janice knelt down and picked up one of the gags.

"You see here, these gags are a little more than your ordinary ball gag. They actually have a little pressure controller in each one. Very sensitive. You can control your vibrator by simply biting down on it. The harder you bite, the faster the vibe. However, bite down too hard, it will send a nasty shock to your titties. Don't bite down at all and it will shock them even harder. Trust me when I say that it a very painful jolt. Now, who wants to go first?"

Cassandra shook her head, moaning into her gag. She heard her sister moan as well.

"Well, since you can't decide, I guess I will gag number 2 first."

Sandy felt her gag being unbuckled and, with a gentle pull, Mistress pulled it out of her mouth. The bound blonde didn't have time to work the ache out of her jaw before she felt the red ball being pressed into her mouth.

"Open wide," Janice said.

The ball was not as large as it could have been, but it still filled Cassandra's mouth. She felt the buckles tighten to the point where the straps cut a little into the corners of her mouth and knew there was no way to push it back out. A cord led from the front of the gag to the black case. She watched as the woman gagged her sister the same way.

Cassandra bit down on the gag. It felt as if there was a spring inside, pushing her jaws open. There were no vibrations or shocks. Apparently, the woman hadn't turned the device on.

"Now bite down if you don't want a nasty shock."

Sandy bit down as she watched Mistress reach into the case and turn a knob. The vibrator started humming inside her, igniting her embers again. She squeezed down a bit more on her gag and the buzzing of her vibe increased. She closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her jaws set right. Cassandra felt a tap on her chest. It took a moment to register, but the bound girl stuck out her chest. She felt another tap on her thigh and she opened her legs the best she could.

"Now don't you lose your buzzing little friend," Janice said, helping to push number 2's vibrator deeper inside her, "It may have some painful consequences."

Sandy was relieved when she felt two lines being traced over her stomach and she clamped her legs shut. The vibrator was certainly doing its job. She could feel the whorls of pleasure building inside of her. She bit down a tad more and the vibrator hummed more violently, eliciting a moan of passion from her.

Her eyes flew open when she heard her sister squeal in pain. She had bit down too hard as Mistress tapped above her sex.

"Now, here is a new command, darlings. A tap on your ass means for you to thrust it out for us."

Cassandra felt a tap on her rear and she pushed her rear out to the woman. She moaned in pleasure as she felt the woman's gloved hands begin to massage her ass, kneading it as her vibrator continued to send pulses of bliss through her. The pleasure was building inside of her and she could feel it swelling inside her.

A painful spark bit into both of her nipples, causing her the yelp in pain. Quickly she bit back down on the gag, only harder than she wanted as another jolt seared her tender nips. She loosened her jaw a bit and the vibrator started up again. Cassandra felt swipes across her belly and she relaxed back to just standing in place.

How long this continued, Sandy had no idea. It felt like an eternity. Every time she was close to coming, a new command threw her off balance or a shock stung at her nipples. It was a torture like no other. She could feel an orgasm was just a heartbeat away. . .

"Do you want to cum?" Mistress whispered into Sandy's ear.

Crying, Cassandra nodded.

"Beg," she said.

Cassandra whined into her gag as she writhed in her bonds. She felt mistress' hands moving over her; caressing her as she hung by her wrists.

"Do you beg for your sister too?"

Sandy nodded. She imagined that Amanda was in as much need as herself.

"Good," Mistress hissed as she turned off the device. Her gloved finger then parted her sex and stroked her, teasing at her clit roughly until Cassandra's world was engulf in burning-white ecstasy. She bucked and thrashed as Mistress held Sandy tightly to her own body until there was no more left.

Cassandra hung limply by her wrists.

Tiredly, she opened her eyes as she heard the panting moans of her sister. The woman was reaching around Amanda and stroking her sex. Mandy strained against her bondage until she shuttered and collapsed. Turning towards Cassandra, Janice gave her to stripes over her stomach. She struggled weakly to stand normally but she felt utterly exhausted.

"Now it's your turn to please me," Janice said, twirling her crop.

Ray watched this all on their computer monitor. He marveled at the way she handled both, keeping each on their toes. The video feed was also being piped to Magenta where they would forward it to the client as per the client's wishes. This wasn't unusual and Ray had done this for past clients. Of course, both Janice's and his own face would be blurred out so no one would be able to identify them if the footage somehow got out.

He had changed into a pair of black jeans and a T-shirt. He really didn't get into the whole dressing in leather thing. He was much more casual that way. His riding crop was more than enough costume for him. After his wife was done with them, Ray would get his turn. The client had given permission for penetration and that is just what Ray had in mind.

Ray turned back to the monitor to see what Mrs. Ray was going to have them do.


Chapter 4 (added: 07/08/11)

Janice loved the sounds number 2 made through her gag. They were whimpers of soul-wrenching despair. Sweat glistened off of the blonde slave's slender body as Janice ran her fingers over the flat of the girl's stomach and up to her large breasts. The wires were still firmly attached to 2's nipple clamps and Janice pulled at them briefly just to hear number 2 wail into her gag. Janice had no intention of unclamping them yet. She needed them in place for what she planned next.

Reaching down, Janice unplugged the cords going to number 1's vibe and flipped a switch as she pulled the vibe out of the girl. She had decided that number 1 was going to be her husband's slave to use when he came down. Number 2 intrigued Janice more. She was the more 'fragile' of the two twins. Seeing her cum while she was bound had made Janice wet. She wanted number 2 to get her off.

Both of the blonde twins still had their mitten-clad hands bound above their heads as they stood on the balls of their feet. The pressure-switch ball gags still filled both of their mouths as both girls watched Janice circle around them. Finally, she stopped in front of Cassandra and eased the phallus out of her.

"My, you're wet," she smiled as she wafted the vibe beneath Sandy's nose.

Number 2 flinched and tried to pull away, but not before Mistress moistened Sandy's upper lip with the device. The smell of her own arousal now filled her nose.

Mistress leaned down and turned on the device.

Sandy and Mandy both yelped in pain as their nipples were shocked once again by the electrified clamps. Cassandra bit down on her gag and the pain stopped. Sandy imagined that the pain stopped in her sisters clamps as well.

Mistress laughed as she held Cassandra's buzzing vibe in her hand, climbing into the brass bed. Both girls were strung up so they were to the right side of the bed and in plain view of the Mistress.

"Turn to face me, girls," Janice commanded.

Both girls did. They were indeed a gorgeous pair. Number 1 sported a red collar and matching cuffs and number 2 wore a black collar. Other than their cuffs, collar and gag, both were naked and shivering. Tears had made a mess of their studio make-up. Number 2 was still whimpering while number 1 was silent. Both had their glistening dark brown eyes fixed on her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Janice spread her legs open, unfastening the zipper covering her sex. She slowly eased the humming vibrator into herself, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her lips. It's buzzing soon sparked more flares of passion inside her as she worked the phallus in and out of herself.

"Now, I love the sounds of you two moaning, so that's what I want to hear," Janice said.

Sandy started to moan a little louder but she couldn't hear her sister do the same.

"Moan!" Janice yelled, slapping the riding crop on the mattress.

Both of the bound twins moaned through their gags. The sound was heaven to Janice's ears as she leaned back and started to caress herself with the vibe. Her moans soon joined theirs as her flames roared, climbing higher and higher. . .

The vibrator stopped and the girl's moans were replaced by cries of pain. Quickly, the vibrator started up again.

Janice thrust the phallus into herself faster and faster and the white hot flames of pleasure seared through her. Again and again, they burnt her soul with bliss until she finally just collapsed back onto the bed. Her eyes opened when she heard the sound of her husband clapping.

"Bravo," Ray said in his smooth southern voice, "Bravo."

Janice sat up, "You like, Master?"

"I like indeed," the man replied, "Now which of these two fillies would you like to spend some quality one-on-one time with?"

Janice smiled, "Why, I think I need to get to know number 2 better, Master, if you permit me to."

"Why certainly," Ray smiled as he stepped over to Amanda, "And I will enjoy the sweet company of number 1."

The man was dressed casually in a black, tight-fitting t-shirt and jeans. Mandy noticed that he had also changed into a pair of black western boots as well.

The man grabbed Amanda's jaw and lifted her head until her eyes were fastened onto his.

"I know you are not going to cause me any trouble, are you? You have your sister there to think of. I would hate to see her punished for your mistakes. Now I am going to undo you and I want to stand perfectly still. Do you understand number 1?"

Amanda nodded, closing her eyes. She could feel her tears starting at the corners of her eyes. The firmness of his grip had hurt. He let her go and unfastened the clamps to her nipples. The blood rushing back into them caused a new rush of pain that caused her to moan into her gag.

She felt the man against her back as he reached up and undid the ropes holding her wrists above her head. The ache in her shoulders was now gone as she let her arms drop down. She watched as the man undid the clip between her cuffs. It wasn't a lock as she had first thought. It was a simple spring clip. However, with her hands forced into a fist and enshrouded in leather, there was no way she could undo the clip herself. It might as well been a padlock.

The 'Master' pulled her wrists in back of her and refastened the cuffs together. Amanda tested them a bit, hoping for some slack or give, but there was none. He reached around her and began to caress her sore nips. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and behind her ear as he held her tightly against himself. Amanda felt like that poor field mouse being constricted by an oily black snake just before being made into a meal.

Then he let her go. Amanda barely caught herself from falling over, her ankles still being locked tightly together. She glanced quickly over at her sister, still dangling from her wrists. Mistress was still on the bed, watching them both with her riding crop in her hand.

Amanda noticed the man pulling out a large coil of rope. He unwound it and folded it in half. He then pulled the rope around her waist and pulled it tight, feeding the two loose ends through the looped one. He adjusted it so the knot was in the middle of her back and made sure that it was tight before pulling the ends between her ass cheeks.

Amanda felt a small tap on her inner thigh. Too scared not to obey, she opened her knees as far as she could with her ankles cuffed. She looked down and watched as the man fed the ends of the rope between her legs and up. Gently, the man spread the lips of her sex and pulled the rope up tightly between them, looping it beneath the rope around her waist and tying it off. The white nylon rope was firmly against her clit, rubbing against it with every breath she took and sending little sparks of pleasure through her.

The man held the ends of her crupper like a pair of reins and gave them a quick tug.

"Come on, sweetheart, time to come along," he said as he headed out the door.

The rope chaffed her swollen sex as he pulled her towards the doorway and Amanda had to hop to keep up. Her breast jiggled with every jump as she hopped closer to the open doorway. At the door, she had to jump down a step since the bedroom's floor was several inches higher the cement floor of the basement.

Without a word, he continued to pull her towards the stairs out of the basement. When they got there, she stopped, unable to jump up the first stair.

"Come on, number 1," he said, giving her rope another yank.

Amanda whimpered in her gag and shook her head. There was no way she was going up those stairs like he wanted her to.

"What did you just say?" Ray said, stepping down the stairway and facing her just inches from her nose.

Again, Amanda shook her head.

She squealed in pain as the man's riding crop sliced out and slapped her rear. She strained against the ropes but the man held on tightly and cut her ass two more times before stopping.

"You will never deny your Master again," Ray said in a hushed, hard voice, "Do you understand me, number 1?"

Sobbing, Amanda nodded her head. She felt another tug on her rope crupper. Knowing she couldn't hop up the stairs, she squatted down until she sat on one of the stairs and scooted her way up until she reached to top where she swung her feet around until she could kneel and then stand. All the while, the man named 'Master' watched her as she struggled.

"Come along," he ordered and she followed, hopping the best she could as she followed him through the kitchen and down a hallway to an open door. It was another bedroom.

Like the room in the basement, a large canopied brass bed dominated the room. There was a large dresser on one wall and a footlocker at the foot of the bed. The room's window had the blind drawn down and the curtains pulled shut. Like the other room, dark gray foam lined the walls and ceilings with only the closet, bathroom and hallway doors and the one window uncovered.

The man pulled her into the small bathroom that sported a pedestal sink, toilet and a small enclosed shower, all done in periwinkle blue porcelain. The man quickly undid her crupper and threw the rope aside.

"Go," the man said.

The girl just stood there, a puzzled look on her face.

"If you need to use the toilet, now's the time. It might be awhile before you all get a chance to again."

Amanda was horrified and she could feel her embarrassment flush her skin red as she sat down. She never let anyone else in the bathroom when she went, even in the hospital. Now, under the watchful gaze of the man, she tried to pee.

"Are you going to do it or not, number 1?" he said, tapping the crop against his leg.

The bound blonde tried, but with him staring at her, she just could bring herself to do it.

"Okay, come on," the man said with disgust.

Amanda moaned and finally let loose a stream of urine. The man tapped her inner thigh with the crop and she opened her legs for him. He got out a washcloth and ran warm water over it before using it to clean herself. He was gentle as he cleaned her sex before rinsing out the cloth and hanging it up.

"Come," he ordered.

She struggled to her feet and he hooked his finger through her collars front 'D' ring. He led her out of the bathroom and towards the bed. She balked at first, realizing where this was going to lead, but the pain inflicted by his crop was still fresh in her mind, so she followed.

"You've been a good lil' filly so far," Ray said as they stood beside the bed, "Now I want you to hop right in there and lay down on your back."

Amanda paused.

"DO IT!" he yelled into her face, his face twisted with fury.

As quickly as she could, the blonde wriggled her way onto the bed. Her cuffed hands bit into her back a bit, but it was tolerable. She watched him gather from the dresser some lengths of chain and a pair of locks. He quickly attached one of the chains around her cuffed ankles and to the foot of the bed, locking it there. The man then leaned her up and looped the other chain through her collar's back ring and after laying her back down, locked it to the head of the bed.

"Now, let's get acquainted now," Ray smiled.

Amanda couldn't turn away as he first pulled his t-shirt off and then pulled down his jeans and underwear. Though his muscles weren't well-defined, the man was still solidly built all around. There was a scar across the flat of his stomach and a tattoo of a striking cobra on his right shoulder. He wasn't a hairy man at all, just enough to cover his chest and his stomach. His cock was already rampant; its thick shaft glistening in the rooms dim light. It was the size of one of her larger vibrators at home.

He slid into bed next to her and just looked at her, his eyes traveling about her body as if trying to decide where to feast first. Then slowly, he began to touch her, his fingertips grazing over her skin tenderly like a lover would. The thought sent shivers through her and she squirmed a little in her bonds.

"Now, now," he said in his silken southern drawl, "Just relax, number 1."

He rolled closer to her and she could feel his cock hot against her hip. He hands were now moving up and down her body and cupping her breasts. His thumbs roughly massaged her erect nipples, sending warm ripples of bliss through her. She struggled beneath his touch, trying to move away, but the chains held her fast. Amanda moaned and shook her head, trying to plead with him to stop, but he didn't. His hands continued to grope her and lift her to him.

The man leaned over her and she felt his teeth tease at her nipple; his tongue licking at its tip. Amanda could feel the molten pools rising within her as more and more passion built inside her. He went from one nipple to another, nipping and licking before training his attentions downward over her stomach and to the soft golden curls of her nest.

The bound girl tried to squirm away from him but the chain tethered her until she couldn't move any further. The man continued to press himself against her, nibbling and kissing around her soft nest of curls gently. He wasn't rushed. Amanda was praying that he would just climb on top of her and be done with it, but he continued to explore her body like no one had before. Despite everything, she found herself wanting.

The blonde turned her head as he began kissing her neck above the collar, whimpering as fresh tears ran over her cheek. His leg straddled hers and she felt his solid cock against her stomach. He licked at her tears and kissed her cheek and forehead. She then felt him bestride her.

"Look at me!" he commanded.

She continued to shut her eyes and turn away.

He grabbed her jaw and turned her head to face him, "I told you to look at me, 1. Do you really want me to hurt you?"

She slowly opened her reddened eyes and shook her head slightly.

"That's a good girl," the man named Master smiled, "Now watch."

He inched himself forward until his erection was mere inches from her face, its purplish head pointing straight at Amanda's face. He began stroking himself; slowly, deliberately. The musky smell of his sex filled her nose as he masturbated, his hand moving faster and faster.

Mandy wanted to close her eyes and wish this all away, but the dread of what Master would do to her trumped her current horror.

Then she heard a low moan from him.

His hot cum sprayed over her face and hair. A bit stung the corner of her eye. More continued to pulse out of his dick and dribble over her face until there was little left. The white semen drizzled over her face as if she were a pastry, running over her gag, cheeks and nose. The warm smell of his cum saturated her.

Amanda had never felt so humiliated in her life.

A bright flash blinded her. The man had pulled out a small digital camera and was taking close-up pictures of her face. A cold emptiness filled her soul as she wondered who would be seeing those images.

"Just something to remember you by, number 1," he grinned.

Already some of his cum had started to cool on her face as she watched him go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. She rubbed off what she could on the sheets, but tied as she was, she couldn't get most of it as it dried.

The man came out, drying himself off, the scent of soap blending with his jism. He pulled on his boxers and jeans as well as his t-shirt.

"Don't worry, little girl," he said, "I'll clean you up after I get dinner ready for y'all. I hope you're hungry because I know I am hungrier than a pack of blizzard-starved wolves."

Amanda moaned her complaints into her gag.

"Besides, I heard this can do wonders for your complexion. Think of it as a free spa treatment, number 1. Now let's tend to you. I love to see a gal all hot n' flustered."

From the nightstand, he pulled out a small tube of gel from which he squeezed a bit onto his fingers. He sat down onto the bed beside Amanda and with one hand, parted the puffed lips of her sex. Gently, he messaged the cool gel up and down her slit, adding a bit more until he was satisfied that she was thoroughly coated.

Amanda felt the effects of the stuff almost immediately. A warm tingly itch filled her puss and inflamed her clit. She squirmed and tried to rub her legs together, but there was no soothing herself.

She watched in anguish as the man she knew as Master left the room and locked the door. She squirmed and bucked, but the chains to her ankles and collar held her tight. Her leather-encased fists unable to reach anything that mattered. She screamed in frustration, the gag muffling her noise.

God, Amanda hoped he would be back soon.


Chapter 5 (added: 07/31/2011)

As she watched her sister being led out of the room, Cassandra felt her soul just flush down the toilet, leaving just a fragile shell behind. The door shut with certain finality and she was left with her own pain and the woman. Her jaw was starting to hurt, because she was forced to bite down on the gag in a certain way. Her shoulder ached from her hands being stretched to the ceiling.

"Are we ready to have that gag taken out, number 2?" the woman asked as she got up off the bed.

Sandy nodded her head so the woman reached down and unplugged the cords from the box. First to come off were the clips on her nipples. A throbbing pain engulfed them as the clips came off. The mistress gathered up the cords carefully and placed them in the box. The bound blonde then felt her long hair being lifted up and the buckle to her gag being undone. Mistress pulled the gag out and set in it the box.

"Why are you doing this to us?" Cassandra sobbed.

The woman turned around and smiled, "Because it's fun, number 2, and we are being paid lots of money to do it."

"Please let us go," Sandy continued, "Please. . ."

The woman petted the bound girls' hair, making a hushing noise, "I just love to hear you beg, number 2. It gets my juices flowing again, you know?"

Cassandra dissolved into tears.

"You know, my pretty number 2, if you do what I tell you to do and make me and my husband happy, we may just let you go," Janice brushed the side of the girl's face with her finger and continued, "We have certain tastes, of course, but we may be able to come to an arrangement."

Cassandra continued crying.

"My, you're a beautiful thing, you know that number 2? Pretty blonde hair both upstairs and down, pretty blue eyes, nicely shaped ass and tits. I would dearly love for you to join me in bed. . ."

"No, please," Sandy whimpered, "Just please let us go."

"Are you going to join me in bed without a fuss?" Janice asked as she traced her finger along Cassandra's collar.

The girl nodded slightly.

"I didn't hear you, number 2. . ."

"Yes," Cassandra managed to say in a hushed voice.

"What?" Janice prompted, slapping her crop to her side.

"Yes, Mistress," she said louder, turning her head away.

"Much better number 2. Now let's get you ready."

There was almost immediate relief when the rope holding Cassandra's hands over her head loosened and she could drop her cuffed hands in front of her. There was still a soreness to her shoulders, but not nearly what it was. Without a word, the woman undid the rope from around the leather cuffs and pulled it aside so it was no longer in the way. With a gentle tap on the rear, Mistress guided the girl to the bed. The girl's little hops made her all that much more desirable.

"Scoot yourself to the center, number 2," she command.

Sandy sat herself down and wriggled her way to the center of the large bed. Her hands were still encased in a pair of tight leather bags that forced her hands into fists. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed as well and that made it a little difficult getting to where she had to be. When she had finished and with tears streaming down her face, she looked back up at the mistress.

"Now, I need you to lay down with your hands above your head number 2."

The blonde slowly did as she was told, lifting her bag clad hands up as she laid there. The mistress grabbed hold of Cassandra's cuffed wrists and, taking a chain already attached to the brass bed and pulling it tight, Mistress locked the cuffs to it, effectively pinning them to the headboard.

"Please stop doing this. . ."Sandy whimpered.

Janice ignored her slave's pleas. After making sure that her captive's wrists were secure, she rounded the bed and secured Cassandra's ankles the same way, drawing the girl taut.

"Do I need to gag you, number 2?" Janice asked, leaning over the girl.

"No," she replied quietly.

"I didn't think so. Now, number 2, I was really hoping to get another lesson in before lunch. I know I'm starved and I'm sure you are too. The object of this lesson is to please me."

Janice climbed into bed and straddled the bound girl. Cassandra noticed that the crotch to the mistress' costume hadn't been fastened back up and the woman's cleanly shaved puss was in plain view.

"The vibrator did a wonderful job, mind you, but nothing beats an old-fashioned licking."

"Nooooo," Cassandra shook her head.

Janice moved herself further up until she was kneeling over her prisoners face.

"Now please me number 2 and I won't have to hurt your sister."

Cassandra turned her head, "Please, no, no. . ."

"Do you want me to hurt your sister? Do you want me to burn her with candle wax or sting her with the cattle prod?"

Sandy shook her head, "No."

"Then use that god damn tongue of yours and lick my cunt!"

The woman knelt further down and Cassandra could smell the strong incense of her puss. Closing her eyes, she hesitantly poked her tongue out and felt the warm, moist flesh of the woman's vagina. She had a slightly salty taste as her tongue began to slowly lap between her lips.

"Good, number 2. Now faster. Lick my clit. Make me purr."

The girl responded, the tip of her tongue found Mistress' swollen pearl and lapped at it. Janice moaned and began to rock her hips slightly. The vibrator hadn't sated her completely and her slave's tongue was sending more flashes of pleasure coursing through her like lightening. Janice could feel that the girl was a virgin at this and it made it all that much sweeter. Her inexperience fueled Janice's desire as a storm of wanton bliss billowed inside her.

"Make me cum, bitch," Janice hissed.

Using her whole head, Cassandra stroked her as best as she could with her tongue and licked around her clit. The woman thrust herself forward, her juices covering Sandy's mouth and nose and the climax thundered inside her, filling her with furious ecstasy. Screaming, Janice rode the blonde's face through wave after wave of pleasure until she collapsed on top of number 2, fulfilled.

"Damn, number 2," Janice said as she rolled off the bound girl.

Cassandra shut her eyes and turned away. The taste of the woman was still on her tongue and the smell of her sex still engulfed her. She was past tears now. There was none left to shed. Cassandra humiliation burned inside her like a phosphorous flare that ate at her very being.

She felt mistress' fingertips caress up the flat of her stomach and over her breasts; teasing at her erect nipples with their fingernails.

"You know, number 2, you won't be half-bad at this if you put your mind to it."

The woman's words gutted Sandy. All she could do was lay there and heave dry tears.

"Open wide," Cassandra heard the woman say.

The girl opened her eyes and saw that mistress was holding the penis gag that she had been forced to wear earlier.

"Nooooo. . ."

"Please, number 2, no fuss. Just open your mouth and let me put it in."

Sandy opened her mouth. There was very little she could do. The ball pinned down her tongue as the woman lifter her head up and fastened the gag's buckle tightly. The black gel penis attached to the gag wiggled in front of her face.

Janice patted her captive on the forehead, "Now you just lay here while I rustle us up something to eat."

Janice paused outside the door after making sure that it was bolted tight. She was sure that the girl inside wouldn't be able to escape her bindings but it was always a good thing to be cautious. That's why she and her husband were so good at what they did. She snapped the bit of cloth covering her crotch back into place and went upstairs to check in with the kids. She also wanted to take a long shower before getting together a few sandwiches.

The master bedroom's door was shut and she could hear her husband's voice talking to number 1. Though Janice was curious which of the girls she had, she didn't want to undo the objectification of her. It was part of the slave-making process in Dr. Brand's notes on the matter. The girls were bound for a client and that client wanted them 'peripherally' trained, that is, trained in the basics. The client, whomever it was, was going to do some of the training themselves.

Janice's purse was in the office, the second bedroom of the small three-bedroom house that they were renting. There were two small laptops as well as numerous monitors displaying different rooms of the house. She noticed that her husband was kneeling over number 1, his cock aiming straight for her face. Number two was struggling on the bed, yanking at the unforgiving chains that held her there. The client wanted video footage of the twin's training and they obliged.

She reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She first dialed her daughter Stephanie's number but it rang several times before going to voice mail. Next, she tried her stepson's number. It rang twice before Jeffery picked it up.

"Hey," Jeffery answered.

"Hey yourself. How are you?" Janice asked.

"Good. Just contemplating which chores to get started on. So how are you? The islands must be awesome."

"It is just so much more wonderful than I thought it would be. Your dad is out on the beach watching all those bikini-clad girls flaunt their stuff. He is pretending to read, but I can see his eyes behind those sunglasses."

"You have nothing to worry about, Mom, those girls can't touch you," Jeffery replied.

"You betcha ass they can't. Where's Steph? I have been trying to reach her on her cell."

"Around. She probably left it off the charger. I'll let her know you called. Want her to give you a call back?"

"No," Janice said, "Too many wonderful things to do here. . . probably tying one on here pretty soon anyway. Take care of yourself and watch over Stephie, okay?"

Jeffery smiled, "Will do."

"Love you." Janice said.

"Love you too."

Janice cut her phones connection.

Even though she hadn't been able to get a hold of Stephanie, she knew she was in good hands with Jeffery. He was a dependable young man that wouldn't let Stephanie do anything that Janice wouldn't allow. She would try giving her daughter a call later on. Janice stuffed her cell back into her purse and went down the short hall to turn of the shower.

As Ray made his way down the hallway, he heard the water running in the shower. Janice was taking one of her long showers. Ray was an in-and-out type of guy when it came to that sort of thing but his wife like to luxuriate under the spray of hot water. He turned the doorknob and grinned. She still didn't lock the bathroom door.

The room was bathed in steam and the smell of lavender soap. The tub had one of those old frosted glass sliding doors and he could see the beautiful, hazy silhouette of Janice offering herself to the showerhead. Ray stepped out of his clothes and slid open the shower door.

"Mind if I join you?" Ray asked, stepping over the edge of the tub.

Janice's green eyes smiled, "Not at all, my love."

She reached out and embraced him. Their lips met and soon their tongues danced over one another. Ray loved the feel of his wife's body next to his. He was familiar with every curve and valley yet it never failed to excite him.

After a bit, she pulled away from him.

"So, how did it go?" she asked.

"Well," he said, disappointed that their kiss didn't last as long as he would have liked it to, "Number 1 has some spunk to her but she doesn't want to see her sister hurt. And that, my lady love, is how we are going to get little Miss number 1 trained."

Janice nodded, "The same is true with twin number 2, though she is as fragile as a china cup right now. Got her to lick pussy, though, and I can imagine with time she will be able to do that like a pro."

For the most part, Ray and Janice never knew anything about the client they were shopping for, including sex, so their training would include how to service both men and women. Janice knew that such training was just that. Having sex was involved but there was a huge difference between having sex and making love. Making love isn't what they did for a living.

Janice reached down, curled her fingers around his shaft, and began to slowly stroke it.

"The client authorized penetration," she said in almost a whisper.

"Yes," he said.

She nodded. It was one of the hardest things about the job; divorcing yourself from the situation. The slaves would be fucked and fucked by her husband. It didn't mean that he loved her less. It was just part of making a slave out of a girl.

Ray let out a low growl as he embraced his wife, cupping her wonderful ass. His kisses traveled up her throat to her earlobe where he gently nibbled it. Janice laughed and continued to pull at his cock, enjoying the hardness of it in her hand. Slowly, he backed her up under the shower faucet and pinned her against the wall.

Holding him, she guided his cock into her. She let out a slight moan as he filled her. She curled one of her legs around his has he began to thrust into her as he picked her up. She returned his kisses hungrily as his pace picked up, the pleasure of his manhood inside of her swelling her with bliss. Soon, Janice was completely engulfed in pure ecstasy as she screamed his name out over and over again.

The water had started to grow tepid as he eased her down.

"I love you," he whispered to her as he kissed her neck.

She looked into his gray-blue eyes with a fiery intensity, "I love you too."


Chapter 6 (added: 09/21/11)

Amanda squirmed in her bonds, trying to get free. The young blonde was lying on the bed nude, her wrists locked in leather cuffs behind back and her ankles cuffed to the foot of the bed. A red leather collar was encircled her neck and a stout chain ran from it to the head of the bed, effectively pinning her there. She could put her wrists to one side of her or the other, but that was about it. She couldn't even look to see her cuffed wrists in the position she was in. The penis-shaped gag was now making her jaw ache but worse of all, the gel the man had rubbed into her sex was driving her nuts, giving her a tingling itch that she couldn't relieve.

It would have been better if she hadn't seen that movie 'Taken'. Her mind kept going back to the scene where the girls were chained in filthy rooms, drugged out of their minds and being used as sex slaves. Amanda knew it was just a movie but she also knew that human trafficking was very real. She really didn't think that was the case here, at least she hoped not.

For the millionth time she tried to shed the cuffs off her wrists, but the leather encircled them tightly and she couldn't slip her hands out of them or the leather mittens enclosing her hands. She screamed into her gag in frustration. The man's jism had dried on her face and hair where she couldn't wipe it off on the sheets, its smell still lingering around her.

Craning her neck, she could see the window above of her bed was sealed off and covered with the same kind of foam that covered all the walls, a simple way of soundproofing that made sure her muffled screams couldn't be heard. The room was sparsely furnished with a cheap dresser and a pair of nightstands. There were eye-bolts in the ceiling at various places but from what little of the floor she had seen, there were none of the bolts installed there.

Amanda worried about her sister more than she worried about herself. Cassandra didn't have the qualities dad had instilled into Amanda. Her weekends were spent with her father fishing on the local lakes and hiking in the nearby woods. Sandy was more comfortable whipping up chocolate cakes and shopping for outfits. She was very much like Mom that way. IT wasn't that Amanda minded putting on a dress and make-up once in awhile, she just preferred jeans and a t-shirt. No, this would be more devastating to Sandy and Amanda wished that she could at least be beside her twin sister during this so they could endure it together.

Just then, the door opened, startling her out of her thoughts.

"Are you ready to eat?" the man said, closing the door behind him.

Amanda just stared at the man as he put the plate on the nightstand. Her eyes wandered to the plate. It held a great looking hoagie and some potato chips along with a can of Coke complete with straw. She didn't want to admit she was hungry and thirsty.

"No harm in saying no, number 1, I'll just save it for later. Being damn stubborn isn't going to get you what you want, you know. So do you want your sandwich or not?"

Amanda slowly nodded. She needed to keep her strength up in case she found a way to escape from here.

"Now, I am going to remove that gag and I don't want a peep from you. Do we have an understanding?"

Again, the bound blonde nodded. Ray bent her head forward and took the gag out of her mouth, laying it on the bed.

"Now, ground rules. If I ask you a question, you can answer it. Period. You will do as you're told or there'll be some mighty painful trouble. You understand, number 1?"

"Yes," Amanda answered.

"Yes what?" Ray barked

"Yes Master," she said quietly but inside a quiet anger brewed over the title.

"Good. I'm glad we have an understanding. Now, I'm going to unlock you so you can sit up and not choke."

The man undid the lock chaining her collar to the bed and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up. Standing on the bed, he locked the chain to one of the eye-bolts in the ceiling, forcing her to stay sitting up. Ray appreciated how pretty the girl actually was, with a slender figure and largish breasts. Her pert nose was covered with a spray of freckles and her brown eyes, though red from crying, had a luminous quality to them and a certain innocence. He could see why they would make a great pair of slaves. That is if, of course, he could train them at least decently. But, he and Janice had trained much more formidable captives so Ray was sure they wouldn't have a problem. It was just a matter of how long.

Ray moved to the foot of the bed and undid the clip holding the chain anchoring her ankle cuffs to the bed frame. Taking the end of that chain, he looped it through his captive's collar and pulled her cuffed ankles towards her head.

"Open your legs, number 1."

Amanda did so reluctantly. As the man pulled the chain further, she had to cross her ankles until there were only a few links of chain between the front 'D' ring on her collar and her cuffed ankles so that she was balancing on her tailbone. Fortunately, Amanda could use her mitten-clad fists to steady herself. She watched silently as the man took out a pair of chrome clamps that had a thin chain linking them together.

"Hold still, number 1," the man commanded.

A bolt of pleasure fanned through Amanda as the man gently pinched her nipple, teasing it with his fingers before setting the clamp on it. He then looped the other clamp over the chain that connected her ankles to her collar before clamping her other stiffened nipple. If she moved much, the chain to the clamps would draw tight and pull on her already sensitive nipples, sending more and more breaths of pleasure blowing through her. The sum total of all this strictness was that it made her sex ache for attention that much more.

The last thing the man named Master pulled out was a slender, chrome vibrator that he turned on and just propped against her open sex. It's buzzing only teased her more, fanning the flames without adding more fuel.

"Now, before I feed you, number 1, what is your name?"

"Amanda," she replied.

She screamed in shock as he slapped her face. "Wrong! What is your name?"

"Number 1," she said quietly, stunned by the slap.

"What did you say, slave?"

"Number 1," Amanda said louder.

"So you are slave number 1?" Ray asked.

"Yes," she replied.

Amanda saw the other slap coming and winced as he hit the other side of her face. It wasn't hard, only enough to sting.

"Wrong. You reply 'Yes Master.' So you are slave number 1?"

Amanda swallowed. "Yes, Master."

The man smiled. "That's a good lil' slave. . ."

She felt him press the vibrator more firmly against her sex, causing Amanda to moan involuntarily.

". . . Now do you want to cum, number 1?"

Amanda didn't say anything and just looked in her captor's blue-gray eyes. Again, the man slapped her, this time a bit harder.

"Answer me, slave!" he yelled in her face.

Amanda couldn't look at him when she told him yes. She could feel a heated shame blushing her body red as he nudged the tip of the vibe inside her glistening lips. The slender phallus filled her, sending ripples of pure bliss as it hummed. It didn't seem to ease the prickly itch from the gel; rather, it seemed to inflame it. She began rocking in her bondage and panting through her open mouth.

Then he took it away.

"Slave, only I can tell you when to cum or not! I pleasure you when I want and how I want. You have no say. You are mine to play with. Your body is my property. Do you understand, number 1?"

"Yes, Master," the blonde nodded her head.

"You will eat first, slave number 1. Then I will see if you are worthy of an orgasm."

The man held up a can of Coke with a straw in it and Amanda sipped the cold sweet drink, letting it linger in her mouth before taking a bite of the sandwich being offered to her. The last time she was fed like this she must have been an infant. Her captor made sure to wipe the mayo off the corners of her mouth and brush away the crumbs. However, the man was insistent about her finishing her lunch and it didn't take Amanda long to do so.

The itch in her sex was torturous, inflaming her entire body yet there was nothing she could do to relieve it. Eating had diverted her attention away from her needs for a bit, but the desires had not disappeared. Now that she was done with her lunch, her whole being seemed to be focused solely on her need. So focused, in fact, that she hadn't noticed that the man was holding another gag in front of her until he pressed it against her mouth.

"Open wide, slave number 1," Master commanded.

Reluctantly, she did as she was told. It was a different sort of gag, just a leather-wrapped ring and a pair of straps. She had to open her mouth wide for him to fit the ring behind her teeth. However, it wasn't long before it was buckled tightly behind her head. The man then coated the vibrator with the same gel that he had rubbed into her sex before easing it inside her still buzzing.

"Number 1, you will not cum until I tell you to! Period. If you do, then there will be some very painful consequences that might also include your lil' twin sister, understand?"

The bound blonde nodded, drool starting to drip from her open lips.

"Now, for your dessert," He grinned.

The man climbed up into bed and stood up, his cock leveled at her face. Grabbing the back of her head, he eased himself inside of her mouth as she struggled against him. His head and hard shaft tasted slightly salty as he pushed himself back until she gagged. Slowly he began thrusting himself at her, his balls striking her chin and his coarse hair tickling at her lips.

"Make me cum, slave!" he ordered Amanda.

She sealed her lips around his shaft as best she could as he picked up his pace, his hands clasped around her head and forcing her tempo. The heated rawness of her need flared as the gel and vibrator did their work and drove here into a passionate frenzy. A tempest of fiery pleasure rose inside her as she frantically serviced the man. Amanda focused on him. Not to do so was to invite a furious orgasm within her and the dire consequence of disobedience. He gripped her head tighter and held on while she tasted his hot jism shooting against the back of her throat.

She continued to squirm as her rising passion clawed at her very gates of her soul, needing to be let loose. Her whole body writhed against her bonds, bucking and jouncing.

"Cum, slave 1," he said, keeping his softening cock inside her mouth to gag her loud moans.

An eruption of molten bliss consumed Amanda as torrents of pleasure charred her very being. She thrashed and struggled as her orgasm flared again and again and again until she was too far drained to do anything else but collapse as far as her chains would allow. The taste of his cum filled her mouth as she panted, unable to swallow. He was sitting on the bed beside her, easing the vibrator out of her.

Amanda watched as he zipped up his pants and left, not even looking back at her. The bedroom door shut, leaving Amanda in her own silence.

Cassandra just laid there with her eyes closed trying not to think about what was happening to her. Her cuffed wrists were chained to the brass headboard and her cuffed ankles were locked to the foot of the brass bed. Other than that hideous black collar they forced her to wear and the black penis gag that protruded out of her mouth, she was as naked as a newborn. After the woman left, she had pulled on her restraints to try to get loose, but it was hopeless. Finally, she just stopped trying.

The blonde captive didn't know how long it had been since the woman left her, but she opened her eyes when she heard her door being unlocked, hoping that they were bringing back her sister Mandy. What little hope she had withered when she saw that it was only Mistress, dressed in a simple black-colored blouse and a pair of gray tight-fitting jeans. Sandy did notice, however, Mistress wore a thin steel collar similar to the leather one ringing her own neck.

"I hope you are hungry, number 2," the woman said, setting a plate with a hoagie-style sandwich, some chips, and a can of Coke on the nightstand beside the bed.

Cassandra's stomach felt as if it was nothing but knobs and twists. The thought of any food made her even sicker. She shook her head as the woman sat down beside her on the bed.

"Number 2, I am not asking you. You will eat."

Janice reached around the back of the blonde girl's head, undid the buckle and pulled the gag from her captive's mouth. Sandy's jaw was still stiff from the gag so she worked some of the soreness out by stretching it.

"Where is my sister?" Sandy asked.

Mistress grabbed Sandy by her jaw. "You will not speak unless spoken to, slave!"

The woman's grip hurt and Sandy squinted shut her eyes.

"Next time, number 2, I will use the crop on you and your sister if you do that again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Cassandra said quietly.

"Good. Now I am going to change your bindings so you can sit up. ANY resistance will be dealt with harshly and painfully. I have the prod there in the armoire and I will use it on those tender parts of yours. Understand, slave?"

"Yes Mistress," Sandy repeated.

Without another word, the woman stepped behind the bed and unlocked the chain holding Cassandra's wrists there above her head. She then felt her leather cuffs being unlocked from one another and separated.

"Sit up."

Sandy did as she was told. She felt her arms being pulled back and her wrists being locked behind her. Mistress then reached up and pulled down a length of rope that was pulled through one of the eye-bolts in the ceiling. She tied off the rope to Sandy's cuffs before going over to the wall and pulling. The rope pulled Sandy's wrists up behind her, forcing her to bend forward a bit to relieve the pain in her shoulders. To Janice, number 2 looked wonderful in that strappado position, her breasts hanging down and her face wincing in pain.

After making sure that number 2 was secure, Janice went to fetch one of the laptops. She opened it up and booted it up and after typing in several security codes, she turned the screen towards her captive.

"I thought you might enjoy some entertainment while I feed you," Janice said.

Filling the screen was the image of her sister, lying nude on a bed almost identical to the one Sandy was bound to now. She watched as the man came over to Amanda and spoke.

"Are you ready to eat?" he said.

Cassandra watched as the man changed her sister's position and began to torture her with slaps to the face when she didn't answer correctly.

Mistress held up the can of soda and Cassandra sipped at the straw before the woman set it down. She couldn't take her eyes off of her sister, bound naked as the man that fed Amanda and teased her with a vibrator. It was like she was watching herself and she could almost feel her sister's pain and humiliation.

Cassandra was so fixated on what was happening on the screen that she didn't notice Mistress getting up, bringing over a tube of gel and squirting a blob onto her fingers. Only when the woman reached between Cassandra's legs did she tear her eyes off of the computer.

She twisted in her bonds as Mistress rubbed the gel into the bound blonde's sex. Sandy could almost feel its effects immediately. The gel seemed to give Sandy a tingly, burning sensation and made her pussy itch with a sort-of wanton desire.

"Stop," Sandy screamed and she cried in pain as Mistress slapped her across the face before getting out of bed.

The blonde woman opened the armoire and pulled from it a long, mean-looking prod. Sandy knew what a prod was having seen them used on the family's ranch.

"No, please, no . . . I'll be good!" Sandy pleaded as she continued to struggle, not believing that anyone would use such a thing on a person.

"I know you will, slave."

Janice poked the cattle prod at number 2's left nipple and pressed the button. The girl shrieked in pain, renewed tears streaming down her face.

"Do you want another, number 2?" the woman asked.

"No!" Cassandra wailed.

"No, what?"

"No, Mistress! Please no, not again, please. I will be good. Just stop!"

The woman lowered her prod and picked up the black penis gag that Cassandra just been wearing.

"Open wide."

Cassandra sobbed in pain but opened her mouth as the woman buckled the gag back in.

"Number 2, you have been very bad today. I am taking away your lunch and leaving you to think about what you just did. Watch what your sister is doing and learn how to behave. Your Master will be coming down here soon. You do not want to disappoint him."


Chapter 7 (added: 09/27/2011)

After a refreshing shower, Ray got dressed, humming to himself the commercial theme for Double Barrel Ale. He could hear his wife Janice turning the shower off and getting herself dressed as well. It had been a long, exhausting day so far and he wanted to take a quick break from it all.

Ray grabbed a bottle of Fat Tire out of the fridge and sat himself down on the old couch in the living room. All the furniture in this place had pretty much come from thrift stores and nothing matched. There was no sense in buying anything new since they were planning on just leaving everything here after they were done. Let somebody else figure out what to do with it.

Janice joined him, relaxing in one of the mismatched armchairs and nibbling on some Ritz crackers. She had donned a nice cream-colored blouse and a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans. A pair of black thigh-high boots completed her outfit. He could see by the slight jiggling of her breasts that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Whatcha thinking?" Janice asked.

"Nothing. Just trying not to think for a stretch. We can't fuck this one up."

"We can't fuck up any of them," Janice said, "It would be hard to explain to the kids why we're behind bars."

Ray smiled, "Speaking of the kids, had a chance to talk to them?"

"Spoke with Jeffery. He said things were going okay. Said that Stephanie was out and about but I am sure he's keeping a pretty tight leash on her. Sounds like they're enjoying their parentless paradise."

"I'd bet," Ray took a long draw on his beer, "That's what we need, a real vacation to a real island. Just you and I. Maybe a cruise around Hawaii."

"Sounds wonderful. Perhaps after this is done. . ."

Janice trailed off. The business always came first, sometimes even before the kids. It was hard, but when an assignment came in, you had to expedite it ASAP or you may not be in the queue for the next one.

"Your turn to make dinner," Ray said, setting down his beer on the coffee table.

"And what are you going to do?"

Ray gave her a shark-like grin, "I'm going to play the not-so-bad-cop."

Cassandra's stomach ached from her sobs as well from being empty. She pulled at her restraints again, trying to find some give to them, but there was none. She knew there wouldn't be, but she had to do something. Her shoulders ached. Her wrists had been cuffed behind her back and then pulled up toward the ceiling, so she was forced to lean forward. The position was awkward at best and left little room to struggle. She could pull at her cuffed ankles tied to the brass foot railing, but it did no good.

The warm prickling between her legs was growing more intense. She could feel it inflaming her clit, making it more sensitive. She squirmed about, trying to get some sort of relief, but, bound as she was, she couldn't. She whimpered in frustration as she hung her head down, the black phallus of her gag pointing toward her sex.

The blonde lifted her head when she heard the door open. It was the man. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He held a nasty-looking riding crop in one hand and the lunch that Mistress took away in the other.

"Heard you didn't eat," he said, looking at her.

Cassandra just hung her head down, her long blonde hair obscuring her face.

"I really don't care if you eat or not. But, this I can promise you: if you eat something, then I can guarantee that you will spend the night with your fellow slave. Would you like that, number 2?"

Sandy looked up, a spark of hope lighting up her face. She nodded her head.

"Okay, slave, let's get that gag out of your mouth and something in to your belly."

Master undid the buckles to her gag and eased it from her mouth. Sandy licked her dry lips as the man placed the plate on her lap. Cassandra stared at the sandwich and chips; her stomach still queasy from her roiling emotions.

The man sat down beside her and offered her a sip of Coke. She took the straw in her mouth and took several long sips before he took it away. He offered her the sandwich next and she reluctantly took a bite. Sandy focused on seeing her twin sister again, forcing herself to swallow. Soon, she had eaten most everything on the plate.

"You see what you can do when you put your mind to it, slave," Ray grinned, taking the plate away.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," Sandy said.

The man's smile dropped from his face, "What did you say, slave?"

"Nothing, Master," she quietly answered.

"I see we're going to have to gag you again. I had so many high hopes for you."

"Please, no, Master."

"Too late," The man said before going over to the lone dresser and opening a drawer, grabbing a roll of duct tape.

"Now keep your trap shut or I'll have to use that cattle prod on you. Understand, slave?"

Cassandra nodded her head. The man ripped a strip of tape off and pulled it over her lips, pressing down to make a good seal. He plastered 5 or 6 more pieces until he was satisfied that she couldn't make much noise at all.

"Now that you've had lunch, I'm going to fuck you."

Cassandra's eyes widened and she squirmed again in her bonds. Deep down inside she had known that this was going to happen but she hadn't resigned herself to it. As she tugged and bucked, she felt the rope going from her wrists to the ceiling become loose as he unwound the rope from a cleat on the wall.

With her cuffed wrists no longer being held up, the blonde struggled some more, thrashing on the bed. Her hands were still enwrapped in a pair of tight leather bags that kept her hands balled in a fist. She couldn't grab hold of anything to help her escape.

The man grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed, straddling her. A wicked smile spread over his face as she squirmed. He was enjoying this, forcing her down as she tried to fight him off.

Cassandra shrieked through her taped lips as Master pinched her left nipple hard, causing more tears to flow from her eyes.

"We can do this all day. I don't mind it one bit. Or you can settle yourself down so I can do you right."

Sandy stopped fighting and dissolved back into dried sobs. She couldn't cry any more but that didn't stop her body from trying. She willed her body to go limp.

"Are you done fussing, slave?"

The blonde gave a slight nod, her eyes closed.

Ray got off her and went over to the foot of the brass bed. He undid the rope holding her ankles before unfastening the ankle cuffs themselves. Pressing her left ankle against her left thigh, he tied the two together and cinched them tightly. He did the same with her right leg after getting a second coil of rope. Ray had always liked frogties. It allowed the slave to struggle a bit, yet kept them completely helpless and open.

He pulled off his jeans and boxers and laid them carefully on the dresser before pulling from his jeans pocket a foil-wrapped condom. He was fully erect and aching to put himself inside his captive. After rolling his condom down over his cock, he grabbed some more of the gel and massaged it into Sandy's sex.

The erotic itchiness hadn't gone away with her struggles. In fact, it continued to flare up more and more. Sandy opened her eyes when she felt him rub more of the gel around her puss. His tender rubbing of her clit sent a firestorm of pleasure rushing through her, making her arch herself to him and moan. He continued to stroke her slit, inflaming her desires.

He knelt on the bed and forced her knees apart, positioning himself above her. Slowly, he eased himself inside her, filling her completely. Hot vaporous waves rushed through her, building her ecstasy.

Cassandra bucked and churned beneath him, meeting his every stroke. His thrusts were the salve to her itch as her fervor swelled until it burst into a searing bliss, crashing inside her again and again even after he pulled himself out of her.

The waves of pleasure soon dissolved into pools of warmth. There was still the itch, but it was far in the background of her orgasm. She looked up at him through slitted eyes and hated him for making her feel this kind of pleasure. He was already out of her bed and pulling off his filled condom, his back towards her.

Ray held the deflated condom up before the girl's face before turning it over and dribbling his jism over her face. She felt it run down over her forehead, nose and cheeks.

"Something to remember me by," Ray said as he threw the empty condom away.

The blonde was trying to scream something at him, but he couldn't make it out. He pulled his boxers and jeans back on before leaving her in her frogtie and cursing his name through her taped lips.

The smells of garlic and onions filled the kitchen as Ray opened the basement door. Janice was hovering over the stove, sautéing something wonderful. She was the better cook, making meals instinctively rather than following any set recipe. With the exception of a few 'specialties', Ray was lost without some sort of instructions.

He sat down at their cheap Formica table, a refugee from the sixties Ray guessed, and enjoyed the view of his wife. The jeans did wonders for her ass. A wave of guilt spilt over him and he wished sometimes he didn't have to fuck the merchandise to get it ready for the clients. It strained Janice's and his relationship. She told him she understood, but he knew that it wounded her as well. When they retired, he would make it up to her. Until then, they would have to survive the best they could.


Chapter 8 (added: 2012/11/02)

Amanda's mouth was getting dry. The ring gag the man made her wear kept her mouth open. She could still taste his cum coating her mouth, making her want to wretch. She was also drooling, the saliva streaming at the corners of her lips and down over her chest and breasts.

Her crossed legs were still chained to her red leather collar so she was sitting more or less on her tailbone with her puss open for all to see. She was kept sitting by a chain running from her collar to a bolt in the ceiling. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and the leather bags were still tightened over her hands, forcing them into fists.

The worst part of it all was the wanton itch that still inflamed her sex. The man had only teased her with the vibe, leaving her on the edge with no way of pushing herself over. The prickliness left by the gel only served to focus her attention on her vagina and trying to soothe it.

The door opened back up and the man step inside, shutting the door. He was dressed in a tight-fitting black t-shirt and jeans. He held a riding crop at his side as he approached her.

"I bet you have an itch you just can't scratch now don't you, slave 1?"

Amanda gave the Master a scowl.

Ray went over to the dresser and picked up the vibrator he had used earlier and coated it with some more of that infernal gel. Turning it on, he left it resting between her legs, its buzzing tip teasing at her swollen lips.

"Now, slave, I can help you with that if you want or I can just leave you be, letting that itch drive you to the nut house. It's really up to you."

Amanda kept staring at him, frowning.

"All you have to do, slave, is ask me to make you cum. I give you permission to. Just show me you want that thing there crammed up inside you and to be fucked with it."

The humming of the vibrator sent a burst of fuel into her burning coals, sending licks of passion lapping through her. She tried to impale herself onto the phallus, but it was only balanced against her and moved when she did.

"I am giving you 10 seconds slave to make up your mind before I leave this room. One. . .two. . ."

Amanda's soul was being rent apart. To admit to this man that she wanted it would give him permission to rape her yet she didn't know if she could go on like this, having an orgasm dangled in front of her like this like a carrot and yet denying it to her. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for that lotion he put between her legs. But now, like this, she didn't know if she could take it.

"Six. . .seven. . ."

The bound blonde nodded her head and garbled something through the ring of her gag.

"You want me to fuck you, slave?"

Amanda nodded again.

"Say 'fuck me, master.'"

"Uuck eee, ahhheer," Amanda implored, her whole being flushed red from shame.

The man grinned as he sat down on the bed beside the girl. She held her head down and some of her blonde curls dangled down to hide her face.

"Look at me, slave," he said.

Slowly her head came up and her brown eyes met his. There was an erotic sadness about them as she looked at him, he thought. Something had just broke and there would be no way of repairing it.

He picked up the vibe and eased it into her, his cold gray eyes never wavering from hers. He gently pulled the device out only to plunge it back in slowly. Every thrust brought another pang of pleasure. She rocked herself as much as she could to squeeze every bit of bliss out of each push but, he was slow; so very slow.

Amanda whimpered in aggravation. He was doing as he said he would but it was tormenting her more than anything.

Through it all, the man's eyes remained locked onto hers.

His pace quickened and so did hers as she gyrated and bucked within her bondage. She could smell her own incense as it coated the phallus. She was moaning and panting, trying to get him to move faster.

"I command you to cum, slave,"

Faster and faster he pumped the vibrator into her as her entire being was sundered by a molten ecstasy she had never known before. Passion seared her again and again as she thrashed in her restraints. Finally he pulled the vibe from her and let her pyres die down.

"Very good, slave 1," he said,"Just rest now until dinner. I hope you'll like what Mistress is cooking up for y'all."

The man got up and left the room, leaving Amanda panting again, her whole self melting with fatigue.

Ray smiled as he sat back and watched the girls on the monitor. Number 1 hung like a discarded puppet in her bondage. She would struggle a little every now and again, but it was more to find some level of comfort rather than trying to get away. Number 2 struggled quite a bit after Ray had left her, mainly trying to wipe his cum off her face. She had been left in a frogtie and untethered to the bed on which she laid. The blonde could have squirmed off the bed to the floor, but she hadn't. After trying to wipe off her face on the pillow, she just curled up into a ball and whimpered. She was probably wondering what was next.

He spent some time editing the footage and making sure that he and his wife were unidentifiable. Their client would be getting a good look at the girl's training.

Janice came in and sat down beside him, pulling her chair close so that she could nestle against him as he worked.

"I cooked something special for the twins," Jan purred as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I bet you did," he smiled.

"They'll be lapping it as soon as it cools down, Master. It's in the refrigerator now. In a while, they will have a very intimate dinner in the basement."

"Number 2 will like that," Ray said, "She misses her sister."

They cuddled quietly together as Ray continued to edit the training sessions. Janice liked the way she looked on camera, whether tied down in her husband's bed or dominating some hapless merchandise squirming at her feet. Janice kept herself in good shape running every morning. She got to know Ray's son better on those runs. Though he was quiet, she could read a lot into his body language. Jeffery was quite a bit like his father, with a façade as strong and silent as granite.

Janice smiled and kissed her husband's cheek.

"You know, Master, you haven't tied me up in awhile."

"Is that so?" Ray asked, still looking at the tied blonde struggling on the screen.

Janice nuzzled her husband, kissing him behind his ear, "Uh-huh."

"I don't think it's a good idea, honey, 'specially since we're on the job."

"You can see for yourself that the girls are exhausted, Ray. You tied them so I know they aren't going anywhere. We have plenty of time before dinner and I think it will do both of us good."

Ray looked over into his wife's green eyes, "You know, I might be low on ammo."

Janice stood up and straddled her husband facing him. She cradled his face in her slender hands and leaned into him. The feel of her warm body against him was breathtaking as she kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced around each other's as if in an erotic ballet. She pressed herself against him more, rocking her hips as he embraced her tightly.

Janice pulled away looking into her husband's grey eyes.

"I'll be in our bedroom getting ready. When you're ready, I'll be waiting," she whispered.

She slithered off the chair and slinked out the room, glancing back over her shoulder. Ray's gaze was still upon her, ignoring the computer screens.

The blonde smiled to herself as she made her way to their bedroom. This was the only place in the house with some resemblance to their private life. The bed matched their bed at home, framed in wrought-iron curly-Qs. It was smaller, however, to fit in the greatly smaller room. Functionally though, it was the same: it had many f places to anchor rope and chain.

Janice unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her arms. Carefully, she hung it in the closet. Her calf-high boots came next. After placing the boots where they belonged, she shimmied out of her jeans and hung them in the closet as well. All that covered her was a tiny black thong and soon that was gone as well.

Thoughts of divine helplessness always coursed through Janice's mind when they were 'collecting merchandise.' Even before, when she was a lowly 'talent scout' looking and researching the 'merchandise' before a pick-up, she enjoyed the fantasies of rope and leather. She always preferred be tied than doing the tying. In some ways, she thought of herself as Ray's personal piece of merchandise, a slave whom was blessed to be part of her husband's life. The emotional chains were the ones that held her the tightest.

In the small, old-fashioned trunk at the foot of the bed rested their personal toys; the ones they only used with each other. She opened up the lid and enjoyed the leather perfume that arose out of it. She carefully selected a few choice items. The first was a polished brass collar. It was an antique that Ray had purchased specifically for her. It was dated from the turn of the century and by the markings, she knew it came from Doctor Brand's personal foundry. The hasp was a complicated mechanism that could only be unlocked by a needle-like key. The collar was always stored unlocked because Ray kept the only key. With a soft click, it encircled her slender throat.

The dark maroon leather cuffs were next, a pair for her wrists and a pair for her ankles. These had gleaming brass fittings and matched her collar perfectly. She tightly fastened one around each ankle and wrist, making sure she couldn't slip out of them. The black leather pear gag was next, custom made to fill her mouth completely. After making sure that it was buckled as stringently as possible, she carefully locked her left wrist to her left ankle and then her right wrist to her right ankle with two small padlocks. It was a difficult task but she had learned to do many things with one hand. Now she was helpless until her husband decided to free her.

Ray waited. He knew what his wife was up to and he knew she would relish her self-imposed helplessness. He smiled, thinking to himself about just how well they knew each other. They hadn't been married long yet it seemed that they were like a perfectly machined lock and key, unlocking each other physically, emotionally and intellectually. He was more with her than he could ever be without her. His first marriage was a whisper in a storm by comparison.

After checking on the girls one last time, he made his way toward their bedroom. Opening the door, he stood and grinned at her helpless form laying in wait for him. Her green-eyes sparkled as she opened her knees wide, exposing the moistened petals of her puss. She writhed in her bondage suggestively, moaning into her gag.

He loved that she was wearing her brass collar. It meant more to them then their wedding rings. It meant that she was his completely and she wanted it that way. He quickly stripped and stood beside the bed. Janice was glad to see that his gun was fully erect and ready for action.

"Do you want some of this?" Ray asked.

Janice nodded her head and mewled into her gag.

"I bet you do," he grinned, watching her squirm for his pleasure.

His wife moaned her displeasure as he turned away from her and rooted through their trunk. The first thing he pulled out was a pair of nipple clamps, which he flung onto her stomach. Next, two lengths of brass plated chain, each about two feet in length and having a 'D' clip on each end. Last was a tube of the 'magic' lotion. Janice absolutely loathed and adored the stuff. Its appearance meant she would be in for a long session, not at all what she was planning on but not unwelcome.

Ray leaned over his wife and attached one length of chain to her left ankle and wrist cuffs, before doing the same to the right pair. Taking the other end of the chain, he pulled her leg up and latched it to the right top corner of the headboard. Without a word, he pulled up her left ankle and anchored it to the left top corner. This spread her legs wide and kept them there despite her struggles.

The cloverleaf nipple clamps were clamped on next. Ray gently pinched one of her erect nipples, sending a fountain of blissfully searing sparks of pleasure spilling through Janice, pulling it upward and setting the clamp on it. The near pain of the clamp only caused her fires to burn hotter. He did the same to the other one, doubling the joyful pain she felt.

Janice was relishing in her sensations so much that she didn't see Ray get out a small spool of twine and cut off two lengths. It was only when she felt the jostling of her clamps that she opened her eyes and watched her husband tie off some twine to both clamps then, pulling on her already sore nips, tying the other ends off to each of her big toes. Every jiggle her captive feet made would transmit down the taut twine and pull on her poor nipples.

Janice's eyes then locked onto tube of ointment. He put a generous dollop onto his fingertips and then massaged it into her slippery slit. His fingers worked their magic, sending rushes of fiery passion deep within her. It wasn't just his fingers though; the salve almost immediately began its prickly tickling, making her thrust herself up the best she could to try to impale herself on his digits.

A moan of dismay erupted from the blonde as Ray pulled away his fingers. He was sure now that he had massaged the lotion in and it was driving his wife insane. She screamed more when he traced a line above her sex: no cumming.

"Now, you want to be a good lil' slave to me, don't you, darlin'?" Ray asked.

Janice nodded her head briskly while she writhed in her restraints.

"I think there's going to be a change in the menu tonight, my slave, and I'll betcha that you're going to just love it."


Chapter 9 (added: 2013/01/12)

Ray whistled while he peeled the carrots. He could hear his wife through the open bedroom door. She was trying to scream for his attention through her black leather peargag. Ray imagined that the words she was trying to yell were not pleasant, but this wouldn't be the first time. Janice had cuffed herself for him and now she had to suffer the consequences. Besides, he knew all the ruckus she made was because she was as horny as hell. If she was really in trouble, she would have hummed their 'safe tune'. No, he knew her pussy was itching for someone to scratch it.

The last carrot joined the rest of the fresh vegetables in the bowl beside the sink. He had carefully washed and trimmed several stalks of celery, some carrots, a parsnip, a Daikon radish, and a pair of English cucumbers. The other salad fixings were in a separate bowl chilling in the fridge. He wrapped the bowl of veggies in Saran wrap and put them in the refrigerator as well. Now, it was time to go take care of his lovely wife.

Janice was still bound to their bed, nude save her brass collar and bindings. Her wrists were fastened to her corresponding ankle and each pair chained to the top corners of the wrought-iron headboard, spreading her legs wide so that her glistening sex was ready to use in any way he wished. Her nipples were clasped in a pair of cloverleaf clamps tethered to each of her big toes by some twine. Upon seeing her husband, Janice moaned again in earnest and writhed as best she could to try to entice him.

The blonde watched as her husband sat down beside her, smiling.Gently he traced his fingers over the flat of her stomach to the edge of her slit before pulling back. She moaned and rocked, trying to get his fingers to dip lower, but he only teased her all the more, touching her briefly before pulling his hand away. It made her sex ache for even more attention.

The salve that Ray had rubbed between her legs was also driving her insane, its tickly ministrations turning her desires into an insatiable need that only Ray could sate. Janice needed to be fucked and she needed it now and all he was doing was teasing her more.

"Are you going to be a good slave and do what your Master wants?" Ray asked as he grinned at his helpless wife.

Janice nodded and moaned into her gag.

"That's a good lil' slave. Quit your squirming and we'll get you to your proper place."

The blonde stopped her gyrating as much as she could. Her libido had been crammed into high gear and the lust welling inside her threatened to erupt at his first firm caress of her sex. She watched as her husband unfastened the chain holding her left ankle to the headboard and refastened it to the front 'D' ring of her collar. He repeated the feat with her right ankle, turning her position into a kind of balltie. There was some slack on her sore nips, not much, but it was better than before.

Janice yelped in surprise as he scooped her up and carried her in his arms. He headed towards the kitchen and the wooden table centered there. A thick, black towel was draped over the top of it and Ray set his bound wife on top of it. The table wobbled a bit but held up.

"Don't go anywhere, I need to get our dinner guests."

Detective Yolanda Sandoval sat back in her office chair and stretched. To her partner Greg O'Connor, she looked like a sleek panther awakening from a much deserved nap. Her Hispanic-African heritage had sculpted her into a perfect woman with long black hair kept in a ponytail, full lips and eyes the color of onyx. She was tall, too, standing a full head above him. It wasn't the first time he had eyed her, but his wedding vows and two kids kept him from pursuing his fantasies any further.

Sandoval met his eyes and gave him a tight smile. It was almost as if she was reading his mind.

"We're against a brick wall until something turns up," O'Connor said, stating the obvious.

Sandoval nodded. The kidnapping was brazen, to say the least. The kidnappers had posed as detectives in front of twenty-some people, including a guard, and were able to get away with the two girls. To make it worse, the media had already gotten their canines into it and blared their versions of the story everywhere they could. Both her message machine and that of her partner were full of tips and sightings of the twins and every one of them would have to be checked. So far, nothing panned out. They were on hold until forensics filed their finding on the slim evidence that was at the crime scene or the kidnappers phoned in their ransom demands.

"You would think that we would have heard the demands by now," O'Connor said.

"It's only been a couple of hours. I think that our kidnappers are smart enough to let things calm down a bit before letting us know what they want. These people knew what the hell they were doing. This was well planned from the get go."

"Parents are going ape shit. Taylor is with them trying to calm them down."

"I wouldn't want to be them," Sandoval said, taking a sip of her luke-warm coffee. "All we can do now is to plow through these tips and hope to catch a break."

All Amanda could do was try to keep herself upright and steady in her restraints. No matter how much she threw herself at her bindings, there was no give to them. She only ended up frustrating herself.

The itchiness of the lotion the man had spread between her sex-swollen lips had begun to fade with the embers of her orgasm, but it hadn't gone away altogether. There was still a prickliness that needed to be tended to and there was no way for her to do it. The bastard had even left the slender vibrator humming away just inches from where it would do the most good. She was exhausted and irritated and all she could really do is hang in her bondage and await her fate with all the little aches and pains that had decided to accompany her misery.

A stout chain ran from her red leather collar to an eyebolt in the ceiling, forcing her to sit up in the bed. Her cuffed ankles were crossed and chained few inches away onto her collar, forcing her to balance on her tailbone. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her and her hands forced into fists by the tight leather bags enveloping each. She used her balled hands to help her balance as she tried to take the strain off her collar. The young blonde had always been afraid of being strangled and the way she was bound elevated those fears. Lastly, her nips were numb from the chrome clamps that still adorned them.

At the creak of the door opening, her whole body tensed. The man appeared holding bulging plastic bag and something made of red leather. He was also clutching that horrid riding crop.

"I see that you're awake, Number 1. Good. It's time to dress you all for dinner."

He plopped the bag and leather thing beside her on the bed.

"Now I know you all are the sensible one, aren't you, darling? So I know you won't be causing me any trouble now. I would hate to hurt that sister of yours for something bad you did. So, Number 1, are you going to make me any trouble?"

Amanda shook her head and moaned her agreement into her gag. She knew in her heart that the threats to her sister Sandy were very real.

"I knew you were the sensible one. Any fuss from you and your sister gets the brunt of any punishment. Now the first thing I need to do is get you all ready."

The first thing the man did was unfasten the chain from her ankles to her red collar. A flood of relief washed through Amanda as her legs shot down so she could sit properly in the bed. Her hips had become stiff from the position she had been forced into, and she wriggled a bit in what little relaxation she could get. The man then unfastened her collar from the chain suspended above her bed, easing her aches even more.

The man pulled from the bag a roll of silver duct tape. He tore off a small strip and stuck one end to his thick wrist.

"I am going to take your gag out. Not one sound should come from those pretty little lips of yours. Do you understand Number 1?"

Amanda nodded. She would be glad to be rid of it. Her jaw had been aching for awhile now due to its size. She felt the gag being unbuckled from behind her head and he pulled the large ball from her mouth, wet from her saliva. No sooner was it removed than the man plastered the duct tape over her lips sealing them shut. Even though she was still gagged, she was relieved to get out the gag that had stretched her jaws open.

The young blonde's relief turned to distress when she realized what the red leather thing on the bed was, as the man picked it up. She shook her head and bucked as her captor pulled the tight-fitting hood over her head, plunging her into darkness.

"Stop!" the man commanded as he slapped her across her masked face.

Amanda wailed into her gag from shock and pain, but she stopped her squirming.

"That's two slaps for your sister," he hissed.

The bound girl willed herself not to move as she felt her long hair being pulled back into a pony tail. The leather enveloping her head became even more constrictive as more buckles and zippers were pulled and fastened. The tangy smell of leather now filled her nostrils and her hearing became muffled.

Amanda waited in her silent darkness.

With a not-so-gentle tug, she felt her legs being pulled straight and held there. Then she felt something being wrapped tightly above her knees. Amanda knew it wasn't rope. It was wide and stretchy and clung to her like a second skin. Slowly, the man wound the material down until it covered her ankles.

To Ray, this was the epitome of what bondage should be. He took out another roll of the black latex bandage and began to wind it up Number 1's thighs. Her lower extremities were now being welded together into a single sleek sculpture, as the rest of her soon would be. It didn't take long before he stopped his wrapping just shy of her crotch.

Amanda then felt him begin to wrap the material around her shoulders and over her upper chest. The slow constriction made her think again about being that poor field mouse being squeezed in the coils of a snake. There was nothing she could do about it. He continued to bind her, wrapping above and below her breasts, leaving them exposed as he wound the tape down over her ribs, but under her arms.

When he had finished winding the latex tape over her belly, she felt him starting to wind the stuff around her elbows. He tugged at it until her elbows were mercilessly touching each other. He wound the stretchy tape down her forearms to her wrists. Amanda winced a bit as he then started to enwrap her arms from her elbows to her shoulders. Lastly, she felt her arms being welded to her back as he continued to tape her body until she was nearly completely mummified.

"Not quite done, lil' one," he said, "Stand up!"

Amanda felt a tug on her collar and she scooted the best she could to the edge of the bed and swung her feet over to touch the floor. Unsteadily, she wiggled her way standing up. She gasped when he grabbed her shoulders roughly and twirled her around several times before letting her go.

"Bend over number 1," commanded the man.

Amanda hesitated, her disorientation clouding over his words.

Smack!

The mummified blonde yelped in pain as the riding crop bit into her well rounded ass. The shock of the blow caused her to totter a bit.

"Bend over!"

Amanda started to bend slowly, not knowing how far she could go without falling over. She shifted her feet a little and eased herself into a slight bow.

Smack!

"Further!" the man yelled.

Amanda was still stiff from her earlier bondage and being blindfolded had confused her sense of direction. She continued to bow deeper, thrusting her hips back slightly to balance herself. Inch by inch she bent down lower until she could feel herself starting to lose balance.

"Lower, number 1, or so help me God, I will whip your ass raw!"

Amanda could feel her warm tears dripping down the edges of the leather mask. She bent forward even more and she felt herself buckling and collapsing. The girl screamed and the man grabbed her and eased her down the few inches onto the bed.

"There, there, lil' filly, I'm not going to let you injure your pretty lil' self. You all are worth too much. You all just have to learn to trust me, that's all. . ."

The bound girl was bent over the side of the bed, her feet still touching the floor and her face flat on the mattress. The sheer terror of the fall coupled with the abruptness of her 'rescue' caused her to sob into her gag.

". . . now scoot your ass up, number 1."

Amanda thrust her rear up as high as she could, standing on her toes and scrunching herself back. Ray smiled as he looked down on her delightfully tight ass with its red welts where his crop had kissed her skin. With both hands he spread her cheeks to reveal the pucker of her anus. He reached down and pressed his finger into it, causing her to thrash and scream into her gag.

The man ignored her screams and continued to ease his finger into her. The squeals were more out of humiliation than out of pain. The shock of him violating her like this was soul-wrenching.

"Got a nice and tight one, number 1."

The man let go of her for a moment. Amanda strained to hear what he was doing, but any sound was muffled by her tight leather hood. She felt him in back of her again, pulling her cheeks apart. There was another push on her sphincter as he pushed something smooth into her. The pain was getting much more intense the more he pushed the object in.

"Relax, number 1, and it will just pop right in there."

Amanda tried to take her abductors advice, willing herself to relax, but her whole being was fighting this, and she found that she just couldn't. Finally, as the man said, the object just popped inside her. It filled her anus with a sort-of warm wantonness that she hadn't experienced before. Her thoughts on this were brief as she felt another invader being eased into her sex. The vibrator slid into her easily as he pushed it in as far as it could go. She could feel the vibe and the butt plug pressing against each other inside her, flaring the illicit desires now flooding her body.

"Stand."

The bound girl struggled a bit and found there was no way she could stand herself up in her current position. She rolled over onto her back and, maneuvering her butt to the edge of the bed, she sat herself up and then eased herself off the bed. Finally, she was able to stand unsteadily.

Just as Amanda felt she had found her balance, there was another sting from the crop. Four more followed it and Amanda wondered what the hell she had done wrong now. She had followed the man's orders and yet he was still whipping her.

"And those were compliments of your fellow slave. Number 2 just can't follow orders very well."

Amanda's heart raced at the thought of her sister being treated as she was being treated. Being mummified would be so much worse for Sandy. She was claustrophobic and being enveloped by these elastic bandages would just terrify her.

Amanda's thoughts were interrupted when she felt more tape being wound down her hips and over her sex until the only flesh showing was her clamped-bejeweled breasts.

"You all have been a very good slave, number 1. You should be proud of yourself. Now, I am going to change your gag and I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Do you understand, number 1?"

She nodded her head. Amanda knew that any fuss at this time would only result in the punishment of herself and her sister. There wasn't a damn thing she could do now to try to escape. Better to prepare for the opportune moment when it revealed itself.

The tape ripped off her lips painfully. Amanda involuntarily shrieked and immediately braced herself for a flogging, but it never came. Instead, she felt something pushing against her lips.

"Open wide," the man said in a sing-song fashion.

She did as she was told and opened her mouth all the way. She felt aa almost familiar ring being put behind her teeth and the tang of rubber once again overwhelmed her taste buds. As the man fastened the gag behind her head, she ran her tongue over it. It was not the same ring gag he had used earlier. This one seemed to be made of the same type of hard rubber used for doggy chew toys. She could bite down, but it took some effort.

Then, she felt the familiar tug on her collar.

Cautiously, number 1 hopped forward. Her lithe form swathed in black latex strips was a beauty to behold. With every little jump, her large breasts jiggled temptingly with their chrome nipple clamps still firmly in place. With every little hop, they were getting closer and closer to the dinner table.

Amanda felt the man's hands directing her. He steered her until she could feel something pressing behind her calves.

"Sit."

Cautiously, she began to seat herself and she breathed a sigh of relief when she took the weight off her bare feet.

Ray stepped back and enjoyed the feast in front of him. His gorgeous wife was still spread in a frogtie on the wooden table, her sex glistening and her voice mewling their mutual need. Slave number 1 and slave number 2, mummified identically, were side by side, sitting at the end of the table between his wife's legs and unaware of each other's presence. Also on the table was the bowl of vegetables, ready to complete tonight's salad.

Slave number two, her head encased in a black leather hood, had a thick stalk of celery already protruding from her mouth. Ray nudged her forward until the stalk penetrated his wife's swollen sex. Without a word, he began to rock his captive's head until she got into the rhythm.

"Continue," Ray told number 2.

Cassandra continued as she was told to. Her ass was still tender from the whipping she had got earlier when the man wrapped her and she didn't want to incur any more of his wrath. In her mind, she knew what she was doing to her sister and she knew that the fresh taste of celery would forever be branded in her mind as something horrific. She could hear the muffled moans of pleasure as she continued to pump.

Janice thrust her hips up to meet every stroke, the pleasure churning through her like a white-water rapid. Every touch felt like a geyser of pure bliss as she writhed in her bonds. She glanced down briefly to see that her husband had placed a carrot in the other girls mouth and was about to switch number 2 out.

Each of their captives took their turn fucking Janice with their vegetable and after one girl was done, he replaced the used veggie with another fresh one from the bowl.

Amanda was just as horrified as her sister Sandy. She couldn't tell what vegetable it was by taste but she bit into the end of it and held it tightly as she rocked back and forth in her bonds. Amanda was pretty sure the woman she was fucking was not her sister. The moans coming from the woman sounded more like 'Mistress' but she wasn't quite sure. The hood enwrapping her head muffled all sounds. Regardless, she could imagine what they were having for dinner tonight and it caused her stomach to lurch.

As she was thrusting the parsnip into the woman, the vibrator inside Amanda erupted to life, causing her to lose her rhythm and pause to savor its spell. Her rapture was cut short by two taps on the top of her head, so she willed herself to continue to pump the vegetable into the woman despite the device's hum.

Number 1 started to thrust faster and Janice met her stroke for stroke as the wanton storm inside her grew more and more pitched. She bucked and strained at her bonds and wave after crashing wave of bliss battled toward the precipice of an orgasm. With a roar of pure ecstasy, Janice screamed into her gag as she shuddered uncontrollably. So violent was her cum that her mummified slave jerked away, leaving the cream-colored parsnip within Janice. She barely noticed her husband shoving the twins aside to make room for himself as he flung the parsnip into the bowl. His rampant cock jutted out of his unzipped jeans as he grabbed her hips and impaled her upon himself. A pain shot through where her bindings bit unforgivingly but she didn't care. It added to the thunderous joy that was swallowing her alive.

Her muscles squeezed down on him hungrily as he thrust into her faster and fast. He could feel the molten pressure building inside him, fought his eruption as long as he could, until he pulled himself out and sprayed his seed into the bowl with the veggies. He continued to spurt for what seemed to be a long time. Beside him, he could hear the garbled whines of the twins as they fidgeted and twisted in their latex wrappings. Ray didn't know if they were trying to cum or needed to pee. We would take care of those needs later.

Wearily, he tucked himself back into his jeans and began to prepare tonight's salad.


Chapter 10 (added: 2013/02/23)

Cassandra could feel her orgasm blossoming inside her as she sat in her own cocooned darkness. The vibrator the man had pushed inside her was caressing her with its buzzing fingers. She could feel her drool leaking over her ring gag as she panted and moaned but there was little she could do about it. Even the soreness of her welt-stripped ass and the plug inside it seemed to help her wanton desires along. The young blonde didn't want to cum but her body was ignoring her.

A molten rapture continued to fill the mummified girl as she bucked in her chair. She could hear another woman's orgasm as she screamed through her gag. Was it Mandy? Did it matter? Another swell of burning pleasure burnt away those thoughts as Cassandra arched in her chair and was engulfed in fiery waves of rapture. Her entire soul was like an active volcano straining to erupt, but her restraints kept everything bottled in. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the vibrator was turned off and the pleasures ebbed away.

Panting, she could feel the cool of her saliva running over her bared breasts. The orgasm was like nothing else she had ever felt. Her fears and her pains all seemed to help fan the fires within her until all she felt was pure bliss. It scared her.

The tight swathes of latex that now enshrouded her made her sweat and her claustrophobic fears were now creeping back to haunt her. Cassandra tried to focus on something else, thinking of anything other than the tight blackness that encased her.

She could hear the clinking and ringing of dishes. The thoughts of what dinner was going to be made her retch. She was sure that, if she didn't eat what was going to be placed in front of her, then the cropping she had received earlier would seem mild.

Suddenly, she felt her gag being unbuckled.

"Not a single peep out of you all or there'll sure be something to scream about after. Understood?"

Cassandra nodded her head.

Her abductor pulled the gag from her mouth. She didn't realize just how sore her jaw was until she tried to work the stiffness out of it.

"It is time for dinner and I expect you to eat everything in your bowl. I also expect you to answer my questions when I ask them. Do you understand, slaves?"

"Yes, Master," Cassandra said as she heard her sister reply the same way.

"Now lean over the table and eat."

The twins did as they were told, leaning over and finding the stainless steel dog bowls with their tongues and faces as did Janice, Ray's wife. She was considerably less clothed but just as restrained with her wrists now locked behind her back and her cuffed ankles chained tightly to her chair. Ray had added a black leather blindfold to her ensemble and a pair of brass clamps on her nipples to match her collar and manacles.

The salad consisted of several finely chopped vegetables as well as shredded lettuce and chopped salami. It was lightly seasoned with some Italian herbs but Cassandra could taste other flavors as well; flavors that were best not dwelled upon. She didn't realize just how hungry she really was. She also found, beside her bowl, a glass of water with a straw, with which she gladly used to wash down her salad with.

Cassandra desperately wanted to whisper something to her sister, but her fears of pain kept her as silent as if she were wearing a gag. The table was silent save for some clinks and slurps. She realized that her vibe had been turned down to a low purr, probably as she was riding out her last orgasm.

"Slave one, did you have an orgasm?" the man asked.

"Yes, Master," Cassandra heard her sister reply quietly.

"I didn't hear you, slave one."

"Yes, Master," Amanda said a little louder. Cassandra could hear the embarrassment in her tone.

"Did you have an orgasm, slave two?"

Cassandra nodded her head and answered loudly, "Yes Master."

"Did I give either one of you slaves permission to cum?"

A wintry chill trickled through Cassandra. She remembered now that they needed permission to cum. She was so focused on keeping her claustrophobia at bay that cumming was a relief; taking her mind away from that dark place.

"No, Master," she heard her sister reply.

"No, Master," Cassandra quickly added.

All was quiet. The man they were calling Master did not say a single word. Cassandra braced herself for the pain that would inevitably come.

"Open wide, slave number one," the man said quietly.

There were some muffled noises but that was it.

"Open wide, slave two."

Cassandra did as she was told, opening her mouth. The man shoved in a large penis-shaped gag that filled her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. The man then buckled it tightly behind her head. Then she felt a tug on her collar and she gingerly rose from her chair. Another quick two tugs and she followed the man's lead, hopping the fastest she could until he stopped her. She squealed in surprise as the man picked her up and put her over his muscular shoulder.

Sensing the steps downward, she knew he was taking her back to their basement prison. It wasn't long before he plopped her down onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. He pulled and pushed her around until he was satisfied with her position.

"Stay."

The young blonde Cassandra stayed where he placed her, hardly daring to breathe. A whirl of perverted punishments churned in her brain, the worst of which involved them abandoning her just like she was. She could feel the panic begin to rise within her and clutch icily at her heart with its skeletal fingers.

Then she felt something being dumped beside her: her sister.

Knowing that her sister was here with her, Cassandra's panic began to subside. The man placed Mandy against Cassandra and she could feel her sister's little struggles against her.

Cassandra froze as she felt the man's hands on her bare breast as he unclipped the clamps on her nipples. The numbness they had was gone and a dull pain flooded in as her circulation renewed. She panted around the gag as more drool collected on her lips. Slowly, the pain ebbed only to be renewed when he clamped her nipples again. Each felt a little heavier than the previous ones. She had little time to reflect before she felt herself being rolled onto her side.

There was a tugging on her left clamp as it was pulled, then clicked and fastened onto something. Quickly, the same thing happened on her right one. She knew now that she was face-to-face with Mandy.

"Now, slaves, you all are going to have to cuddle closely with one another tonight. Those clamps on your nips have magnets on them as well as a little radio device. You can pull yourselves apart. There is nothing stopping you from doing that, but, once you do, those pesky little vibrators keeping you all company will come alive again. I was pretty forgiving about you cumming and all last time, but it's rare that I am ever in a forgiving mood. You cuties get your beauty rest and I'll come on down check on you in the morning."

Janice lounged in one of the living room chairs still wearing her brass collar and cuffs but nothing else. A contented smile lit her face as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. The change in dinner plans was wonderful. It was why she married Ray in the first place. He was a fountain of creativity when it came to love making. Having the twins there all mummified as they serviced her was a bonus.

Ray came up from the basement and grinned at his wife, "The twins are all tucked in for the night."

"I bet they are," Janice smiled.

Just then, Janice's cell phone rang. She glanced at the number and recognized it.

"Hey there," Janice said, "Anything to report?"

"Nothing that I could see," the man on the other end said, "There was a beat-up old white K car sitting in the driveway and a blue Hundai Accent sitting out front. I got the license numbers if you want me to run a check on them."

The K car belonged to Stephanie's friend Kim. Steph must be having a couple of friends over for the night. No wonder she was too busy to answer her phone. Steph was probably now mesmerized by one of the Jason movies and clutching onto a bowl of popcorn for dear life.

"No, Mr. Rose, it won't be necessary. Stephanie must be having a few of her friends for a sleep over. Thank you for dropping by for a look. Please keep an eye on them, though. I have one of those 'mommy' feelings, and I just want to make sure the kids are safe."

"No problem, Mrs. Crimson, I'll look in on them tomorrow afternoon."

"Thank you, Mr. Rose. Let me know if anything is wrong."

"Will do."

Janice hung up. Mr. Rose was one of the clean-up guys at Magenta, the kind that does errands for the company. She had asked him to drop by after she couldn't get hold of her daughter. Tonight, he had some free time, so he dropped by their house to make sure everything was okay.

"Trouble?" her husband asked.

"No, just checking up on a few things. Now, Master, when are you going to tuck me into bed?"

Lying on her side was uncomfortable for Amanda. The man had made sure that she had a pillow underneath her head but she normally didn't sleep that way. She could hear her sister snoring around her gag and figured the stress of today had caught up with her. But Amanda couldn't find sleep, at least not in this position.

The mummified blonde squirmed around a bit, trying not to wake up her sister. It was no good. Maybe if she shifted just a little.

Amanda rolled a little on her back. The magnetized clamp tugged at her nipple, causing a flash of near-pain. She jerked and the magnets parted. Her vibe screamed alive inside her, sending a gust of pleasure blustering through her. She tried to use her legs to try to roll back onto her side, but her sister started to thrash and moan loudly into her gag. Cassandra was panicking, having been awoken suddenly by the vibrator, and had rolled away from her.

She writhed and tried to keep her wits about her. Amanda scooted towards her sister, hoping that the feel of her body against Sandy's would help calm her down. She pressed herself against her bucking sister. Slowly Sandy calmed down but did not stop moving around completely. Her hips were rocking her ass back against Amanda. Amanda could hear her sister moaning to her own rhythm.

Another gust of bliss enveloped Amanda. The motions of her sister against her and the humming of the vibe had wafted a heated breeze towards the flame of her primal desires. Soon, she was grinding her hips against her sister, the rhapsody of the feeling filling her, even though she knew she shouldn't be doing this.

But Amanda needed the escape.

The blonde ground and writhed against her twin, her moans segueing in and out of her sister's moans. She could feel the storm building within her about to peak and engulf her everything turned into a tsunami of pure ecstasy. The tightness of her wrappings seemed to concentrate it, focusing her orgasm in on itself and causing it to fuel itself until Amanda couldn't take it anymore. She rolled onto her back and surrendered to it, sacrificing her soul for the rapture. Drained, she finally lost consciousness and drifted off into a warm heaven.


Chapter 11 (added: 2013/02/23)

Janice draped herself around her husband as he flicked on the news. A stupid reality show was just ending and a young girl was complaining about being kicked-off too early. Janice pictured the petite brunette bound and struggling; a gag silencing her whining. Now THAT would be a show. . .call it 'Predators and Prey' or something like that. The losers became slaves.

The blonde smiled at the thought.

She hadn't bothered dressing and was still wearing her polished brass collar and cuffs. The cuffs now looked like thick bracelets now that they weren't fastened together. She was sure that by the time she and her husband, Ray, retired to the bedroom things would change. For now, however, she was comfortable with being free.

The first story of the night was, of course, the abduction of the Double Barrel Ale twins. Ransom demands hadn't been made yet and the newscasters feared the worst. The police released a really grainy photo of Ray and herself dressed like officers; probably some security camera footage. Her husband and she looked like millions of other couples nationwide.

"Flattering picture of you," Ray, her husband, said in his low southern drawl.

"I don't know. It really isn't my good side."

"And what is your good side, my dear?"

Janice wriggled herself against him and whispered in his ear, "We'll have to go to the bedroom to find out."

The blonde slipped her hand down between her husband's legs and felt his cock starting to harden. She grasped the tab of his jeans' zipper and zipped it open. Reaching in, she pulled his underwear aside and began to stroke his engorged cock.

"I hope you saved a little bit of yourself for me," Janice purred.

"Always save the best for last," he replied, turning off the television with the remote.

Janice straddled her husband, facing him so that she was looking deeply into his blue-grey eyes as she continued to stroke his member. Even though the sex on the dinner table was great, she was hungry for more. The remainder of the salve he massaged into her was still causing her sex to itch wantonly.

"Does slave please her Master?"

"Yes she does," Ray said, closing his eyes, leaning back and enjoying her touch.

Ray's blonde-haired wife gently masturbated him, making sure she didn't make him cum. She knew all of his little signs: the little growl in the back of his throat, his hands gripping her more tightly and his whole body seeming as rigid as a steel beam. And he nearly always closed his eyes.

Janice also knew not to tease him too much.

She maneuvered herself forward and eased his cock into herself; lowering herself onto him until he was fully inside of her before she started rocking her hips. For Janice, there was no substitute for having Ray's manhood inside of her; the heated feeling of his flesh against hers. It was feeling no vibrator could match.

Her husband began to match her rhythm. His warm hands grasped her hips as she rocked and moaned. The desire within her was also building; the tinder starting to catch into flame as she pumped faster and faster.

Suddenly, he grabbed Janice to himself and shoved her back into the couch. Grabbing her wrists, he forced them above her head as he drove forcibly into her again and again. Her hot, churning need thrashing inside her as he violently rammed into her. She moaned deeply as she clamped her teeth into his neck. She needed a ball gag; something she could really bite into. . .

Ray pushed himself deeply inside of her as he let out a guttural growl. Janice felt him spray into her as her wanton craving crested inside of her in a molten wave of pure bliss. She continued to buck and writhe beneath him, riding their pleasure until she felt him withdraw and ease himself down beside her.

They laid there for a while, cradled in their own private thoughts. Janice's fingertips brushed over the hair on his chest as she listened to him breathe.

"Did slave please her master?" she asked, looking for the answer in his eyes.

"No," he replied.

Janice was taken aback, "Master?"

Ray looked at his wife sternly, "Slave, you came without permission."

Janice looked down, avoiding his eyes.

"You will have to be punished. Stand."

The blonde woman uncurled herself from around her husband and stood up beside the couch nervously. She continued to look down. She knew her Master was right. He hadn't given her permission to orgasm. Perhaps deep down inside she really wanted to be bound and punished and to be the sole focus of his attentions.

"Turn."

Ray watched as his wife gracefully obeyed his order. She had read and lived Dr. Brand's book 'The Care and Treatment of Particularly Fair Women' and voluntarily adhered to its doctrine. She knew its every command and had actually competed from time to time in Magenta's annual competition where Masters and Mistresses could display their trained slaves. She had even placed once. Janice's every movement showed her prowess in learning her subservience.

"Turn."

Janice did as she was told. Ray admired his wife's figure. She was almost as tall as Ray and had slender, elegant curves. Her legs were long and well-toned. Her hips flared nicely, narrowing into a trim waistline whose tone had not diminished with her age. Her breasts were not large but graced her figure beautifully. Each nipple was pointed and fully erect, needing his touch. Her skin glistened from their shared efforts.

His wife presented her crossed wrists to him.

The brass cuff on each wrist gleamed as Ray found the catch in each one. With a slight click, the hasps opened. These were a present from Magenta, antiques from the original school where Dr. Brand taught slaves in Victorian England. They were as priceless as his wife. There was no key, only a combination that Ray was the sole possessor of. Ray suspected his wife might know it, but she never let on that she did.

Ray linked the hasps together and clicked them shut, trapping Janice's hands in front of her. Her ankle cuffs were designed the same way. He locked them together as well. Janice never looked up, her blonde hair falling down over her face.

Ray got up and found Janice's lead. Though her brass collar was the same vintage as her cuffs, the chain was something Ray had bought to match them. He clicked the leash's catch onto her collar and gave it a slight tug. She followed, hopping along beside him towards the third bedroom of the house, the one they kept for themselves.

Once in the bedroom, Ray dropped the lead and went to their personal toy chest where he found Janice's black leather panel gag. The gag itself was pear-shaped and once past her teeth, would fill her mouth completely. There were several small air holes through it which would allow its wearer to breathe easily while still muffling any protests.

Ray put two fingers under her chin and gently raised her head. Her green eyes still avoided his as he looked into her face.

"Look at me, slave."

Slowly her eyes met his.

"Open."

The blonde woman opened her mouth and Ray gently pushed the gag past her teeth until it was fully seated inside her mouth and pressing her tongue down. Carefully, he buckled each of the three straps tightly until he was satisfied that she wouldn't be able to expel it without help.

He picked up her brass chain leash again and led her to her side of their brass bed. Without a word, she sat down and swung her legs up, struggling into a kneeling position for him. Ray sat down before her, brushed the stray curls from her face and kissed his wife on the forehead. Cradling her in his arms, he laid her back and pulled her wrists above her head towards the brass rail of the headboard and the ropes already tied there. He cinched the rope around the chain links of her cuffs, tying them off tightly so her fingers couldn't reach the knots.

Ray uncurled his wife's long legs out from beneath her and pulled them towards the brass rails at the end of the bed where he tied her ankle cuffs the same way he had done her wrist cuffs.

Janice was as taut as a bowstring when Ray had finished. The cuffs bit into her wrist and ankles a bit but not uncomfortably so. She watched her Master take a few of the pillows and push them beneath her hips, arching her backward and exposing much more of her pleasure swollen vagina.

Her green eyes followed Ray as he went back to their chest. He eyes widened as she saw what was in his hand: his flogger.

Ray had several floggers, but this one was his favorite and he only used it on his wife. It had a black handle carved in the shape of an asp and it many tails were of darkened deerskin and soft to the touch.

He dangled the tails over her, slowly brushing them over her legs and shaven puss to the flat of her stomach. The leather teased at her breasts and Janice thought she could feel each tail as it licked at her skin. Slowly, back and forth, he caressed her whole form.

"Now, my lovely slave, I hope this will help you remember your station," Ray said in his low, southern drawl.

Ray set down the whip and picked up one of the bottles of lotion on their dresser.

The red bottle.

Janice moaned her protests as she shook her head no. The red bottle was a much more potent salve then they usually used. It would cause her puss to burn like a furnace and only a cooling gel would douse the feeling. They only used it on rare occasions and Ray had only used it once before on her and that was to teach her the importance of patience in a slave.

Her Master put on a pair of surgical gloves and dolloped a small bit of the lotion onto his fingers. As Janice writhed in her restraints, he gently spread her sex open and rubbed the gel up and down her slit and over her swollen clit.

The lotions affected Janice instantaneously.

The burning itch in her puss made her buck and twist. She cried into her gag, pleading as much as she could. Ray smiled down at his wife and rubbed the remainder into each nipple, eliciting more protests.

Pure bestial lust raged through her; her libido running rampant. Janice almost didn't feel the first kiss of Ray's flogger as the tails splayed over her hips.

What was not flaming with desire was burning with the stings of the flail. Ray crisscrossed her form until almost all of her body glowed red. Janice wailed and writhed, not opening her eyes until he had stopped.

Janice looked up at him as he smiled his serpent's smile.

"Now I am going to leave you with your thoughts awhile, my love. Try not to make too much of a fuss."

With that, Ray left.

Amanda awoke with a scream caught in her throat. She was frozen in a sinkhole black fear until she tried to break free from its dripping talons. She bucked and twisted, unable to move her arms and legs until she realized where she was and what had been done to her.

The young blonde had been almost entirely mummified. Her arms were anchored behind her and all of her was encased in some sort of stretchy latex bandaging; all of her except her breasts and the clips clamped to them.

The vibrator that was violating her sex was now as dead as the plug pushed inside her anus. With every little movement she made, the two devices made their selves known. Thankfully, the effects of the gel they had rubbed into her pussy had worn off, leaving only a slight soreness.

Mandy scooted around a bit, trying to get comfortable, but her restraints kept interfering. She bumped into her bound twin sister a couple of times and listened for a response. All she could hear was a slight snoring.

No matter how she tried to relax and get some sleep, she couldn't. The horror of her and her sister's situation kept stabbing at her thoughts. First and foremost was what was to become of them.

The shock of the capture had ebbed away as well as the first 'acts' committed upon them. They all seemed like a grey blur. Tidbits surfaced, like the smell of the man's cum, but most lingered in the dark, unseen corners of her mind.

What was to become of them?! She prayed that it wasn't what she deeply feared.

Slavery.


Chapter 12 (added: 2013/05/22)

The first dark bars of the Imperial March woke Ray from his sleep as his cell phone played them. He quickly picked the phone up and answered.

"Mr. Crimson?", the clipped English voice on the other end of the cellphone asked.

"Yes," Ray answered. Ray recognized the voice of his contact at Magenta.

"How is it going out there?"

"Good. . ." Ray trailed off knowing that his contact wouldn't get a hold of him unless something was up.

"I am glad to hear it, Mr. Crimson. How is Mrs. Crimson?"

"Asleep. She had a rather strenuous night last night."

"Ah," his contact replied, "give her my regards. The reason for my call is that there are concerns about the very public attention your acquisitions are getting via the media."

Ray cleared his throat, "What did you expect? These are celebrities and well known enough to have made this a difficult extraction at best. Isn't that the reason you called on us in the first place?"

"We were hoping for something a little more quiet."

Ray pondered his response.

"We don't take a knife to a gunfight, sir. No matter what we did, the alarm bells would always be loud with those two. They aren't a pair of blonde bimbos we could just grab off the street. When the hen house is being raided, there's going to be clucking."

"Ah," the English voice said.

"Is there a problem?" Ray asked.

"The client is concerned."

Ray frowned, sitting up in bed, trying carefully not to wake his sleeping wife.

"Nursemaid them. That's your job. We have things handled here," he said.

"I am glad to hear that, Mr. Crimson. Make sure it does not get out of hand. Let us know when you are ready to deliver."

"We will," Ray said and cut off the connection.

Glancing over at his wife, she was still sleeping. A faint smile caressed her lips. She was still wearing her brass collar but all other bindings were gone. Even though the twins were mummified and therefore couldn't escape, it just made sense to keep his partner in crime available to help if he needed it.

The clock beside their bed showed 7:42 and the morning's light was leaking in underneath the blinds. He could have slept at least another hour or two. It would be another hard day of training for slave 1 and slave 2. Hopefully they had learned their lessons from yesterday and they could build upon them. He carefully stepped out of bed and went out to the kitchen to make coffee.

There were still remnants of last night's dinner littering the countertop. After getting the coffee machine ready to brew, he cleaned up the stray peelers and plates and put them in the dishwasher before going out to the living room and watching the morning's news.

Of course, the abduction of the Double Barrel Ale twins made the national news and the grainy, fuzzy picture of his wife and himself was broadcast again and again. You still couldn't tell who it really was. Rumors about reasons and ransoms abounded. There was even a tearful plea from their mother. It was hard to watch, but a necessary evil in his line of work. The coffee maker beeped and after pouring himself a mug, he settled down to watch the twins on the monitor while listening to the newscasters drone on.

Both were sleeping in their little cocoons. There was really very little else they could do. They were enwrapped from collar to toe with hoods and gags buckled tightly into place. The cords to both of the girls vibes were tangled around the feet of slave 1. She must have had a rough night of it. The magnetic clips still clung to both of their exposed breasts but he knew the vibrators were silent. He had turned them off before he went to bed.

"Are they sleeping well?" His wife Janice asked, startling him.

"They seem to be," Ray replied.

His blonde wife sat next to him. She hadn't bothered to dress yet. The morning light made her skin glow and her platinum blonde hair look like a halo. She draped her arm over his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss.

"That wasn't very nice of you last night, my Master," she purred, taking a sip from his mug.

"You were being an impatient slave. You are lucky I didn't keep you bound like that all night."

"You know I don't mind the bondage part," Janice pouted, "Thank you Master, though, for teaching me a very important lesson. Please don't use the red bottle on me again."

Ray smiled, "Only if you misbehave."

"So what is on the agenda this morning?" Janice asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Get them up, wash them off and teach them a few new pony tricks.We need to make sure that they accept their new station in life."

Ray's blonde wife nodded in agreement, handing back his mug.

"I'm going to wash up and get dressed before they use up all the hot water."

Ray smiled again, "I'll wait until you're finished before we begin unwrapping out little packages.

Amanda woke up to the thrashings and muted screams of her twin sister. Sandy must have just woken up and panicked in her bindings. She was terribly claustrophobic and being mummified as she was must be horrific. However, Amanda could do nothing as she was mummified as well. Only her breasts and the metal clamps biting down on them were exposed. Everything else was covered in a stretchy rubber bandage wrap of some sort. The only good thing was her vibrator was not on.

No sooner had she thought of it, than the phallus hummed to life.

The red leather hood still encased her head and a leather pear gag filled her mouth. Amanda felt very constipated due to the plug that still resided inside her. But as uncomfortable as she was, she was terrified for Sandy as she continued to thrash about like a just landed trout.

"Hold still!" Amanda heard the man yell but it had no effect on her twin sister.

Cassandra's writhing stilled but Amanda was sure it was from her captors holding her down.

"Stop or I'll give you something to scream about!" the man said.

It did not stop Cassandra.

Amanda felt her red hood being unbuckled as well as her gag. She winced at the bright light above her. Beside her she saw that the man was holding her sister down while the woman held Amanda's hood.

"Tell her to calm down," the woman said. Amanda noticed that the woman was naked and wet, water dripping from her long, blonde hair and tanned skin.

"Tell her!"

Amanda looked over at her sister. Her head was still encased in a black leather hood and her screams were muffled by a panel gag.

"Sandy, it's me, Mandy. You're going to hurt yourself. Listen to the man and stop."

Sandy continued to struggle and fight.

"I promise they'll unwrap you, if you will just be still so they can do it."

Both of her captors looked at Amanda, not believing what had just come out of her mouth. Amanda knew it was a risk but she also knew that the only way to calm Cassandra was to get her out of the confinement of her bondage.

The blonde woman leaned over Amanda and whispered into her ear, "You will pay for that."

Amanda knew that her payment would probably be very painful but it was worth it just to get her captors doing something on her terms. Sure enough, the woman started to unfasten Cassandra's hood and peeling it off of her head.

Her sister's terrified brown eyes locked onto Amanda's and Sandy tried to say something into her gag but Amanda couldn't understand it. However, Sandy had stopped writhing as much after seeing her sister.

Amanda screamed when the woman yanked back on her hair but her scream was soon silenced by her gag being roughly crammed into her mouth. She whipped her head back and forth but the woman still managed to buckle the gag back in tightly. Too tight. The straps cut into the corners of Amanda's mouth painfully.

"Now settle down, slaves!" the man yelled, "Or I will whip your asses raw, I swear to God."

Amanda stopped and so did her twin sister.

"Good. Now listen carefully. We have a full day planned for you but first we need to get you washed up. Now if you lay here as still as a log then I won't have to hurt you. But if you continue carrying-on like this I will make sure you have something real to cry about. Understand slaves?"

Sandy nodded followed by a reluctant Mandy.

"I am glad we came to an understanding. Mistress needs to finish up getting ready so you better be on your Sunday best behavior. I'll be watching you right here."

The woman named Mistress gave the man a deep kiss and left, but not before giving Amanda a lizard-cold stare. The man just stood beside the bed with crossed arms, looking down at Amanda and her sister.

Both women looked at him with their brown, doe-like eyes. slave 2, the one with the black collar, still had a mortified look on her face. Ray knew she had been broken and it was just a matter of time before her training would be set in stone. slave 1 was going to be a problem, however. Her eyes still had the fiery spark of defiance in them. Breaking her was going to be challenging and rewarding, he was sure.

It wasn't long before Mistress returned. She was dressed in a very tight pair of black jeans, a black leather halter and her long. Blonde hair was pulled tight into a ponytail. Her polished spike-heeled boots promised pain as did the smile that graced her lips.

Without a word, both the strangers began to unwrap Sandy. She mewled into her gag the whole time as if trying to tell the pair something important, but they paid no attention to her whines. Slowly they exposed her feet, legs and hips. Her ankles still sported a pair of leather cuffs fastened together but that was all that was binding her legs. Her arms and torso were next. Sandy's wrists were entrapped behind her back in another pair of leather cuffs. Finally Sandy emerged wearing just her cuffs, collar and gag. When the couple completed their unbinding, the woman clipped on Sandy's leash and led her out of their bedroom jail cell.

Amanda watched the man as he watched her. She could tell he had done this before. Many times before. And he was competent at what he was doing. His eyes watched her hands and feet, making sure she was secure even though she was still thoroughly wrapped-up in the latex bandages.

Before long, the woman came in to join them. Amanda thought that emotions ran more briskly through her than her partner. She thought she could probably exploit that flaw when the time came. . .if the time came. Amanda would have to lie in wait to have a chance to pounce.

The couple began to unwrap Amanda as they had Cassandra. They unwound the constricting bandages until she too was bare except for her collar, gag and cuffs. There was a not-to-gentle tap on her inner thigh.

Amanda looked up at the man with a puzzled expression.

The man gave her a quick slap to the side of her face.

"Forgotten your lessons already, slave?" Ray barked.

The blonde captive soon remembered and spread her legs the best she could. The man reached between her legs and eased the still buzzing vibrator out of her.

"Turn over, slave," he ordered.

Mandy did as she was told. She felt another tap on her inner thigh and she spread her knees again.

"Relax," the man said.

She felt him begin to pull out the plug that he had pushed inside her anus last evening. She tried to relax but her body fought her, clinching down on the plastic intruder.

"Relax or it's going to hurt like the devil's pitchfork."

Amanda tried and finally the invasive instrument was pulled free, leaving her panting in silent pain.

Turning her over, the man clipped on her leash and gave it a quick tug.

Amanda swung herself off of the bed and hopped to follow. The man kept the chain leash taut as he led her out of the basement bedroom/cell and to the flight of stairs leading up. She let out a yelp as he grabbed her and put her over his shoulders to carry her upstairs.

On the trip through the house to the shower, Mandy tried to memorize the layout of the house. She had only seen the living room and front entrance to the house once, when they had first brought her here. She thought the hallway with the bedrooms led to the living room, but she wasn't sure. What she could tell was the house was small, like the one's built in the forties and fifties for families just starting out. The Master bedroom was the one with the shower and that's where the man had taken her to.

Standing in the shower was her sister. A zip-tie collar had replaced her black leather one and a chain lead was fastened from her collar to an eye-bolt in the ceiling. Her hands were fastened in back by more zip-ties as well as her ankles. A pink louffa was blossoming out of her mouth, apparently fastened to a gag. Her eyes were wide as she saw her sister.

"Now, I want you to behave or both of you will be in a world of hurt," Ray said as he unfastened Amanda's collar. It was soon replaced by a zip-tie similar to Cassandra's.

Another zip-tie was tightened around her wrists cruelly as well as her elbows. The plastic bands bit into her flesh as he forced her elbows to meet. She moaned into her gag but they ignored her. Her leather cuffs came off both her wrists and ankles before she felt them unbuckle her gag.

A string of saliva streamed out as the pear gag was pulled from her mouth. She tried to work her sore jaw but another gag was pressed against her lips.

"Open wide," the woman ordered.

Amanda did as she was told. A ball gag with a pink louffa fastened onto it replaced the other gag. She was then guided into the shower where a healthy dollop of rose-scented body wash was squirted onto it.

"Now I want you to wash up that sister slave of yours real nice," the man said in his growling drawl, "I want her spic and span for the day. Do you understand, slave?"

Amanda nodded.

The couple guided her into the shower before turning the water on. Both girls squealed as the cold water drenched their bodies, squirming around trying to escape the icy spray. Soon, the shower warmed up. Amanda glanced out to see both of her captors watching her.

"Now get at it, slave," Ray said.

Amanda leaned over and began to scrub, with her louffa gag, her sister's neck and shoulders. The smell of perfumed roses filled her nose as the soap began to foam. She continued slowly down over her sister's breasts, their large, pale pink nipples poking through the suds that dripped around them.

Amanda coughed at the taste of soap as it dribbled over her lips. She tried to ignore the bitter taste as she continued to scrub her bound sister. She was now kneeling on the hard shower floor, the soapy water swirling down the drain in front of her. A firm hand held her shoulder as more body wash was squirted onto her gag. She then continued over the flat of her sister's stomach and lower into her dark blonde nest of curls.

"I want you to pay a lot of attention there, slave," Mistress said, "I want her smelling like roses."

Amanda heard her sister whimper as the man tapped her inner thigh with his snake-headed riding crop. She opened her knees the best she could, presenting her sister with a very good look at the fleshy folds of her sex.

Amanda leaned in, closing her eyes, trying to blot out that image. She bobbed her head up and down, feeling her sister's thighs embracing her head as the warm water cascaded over them. She heard her sister give a slight sigh.

"Slave 1, I want you to make slave 2 cum," the man ordered.

Amanda paused.

"NOW," Ray hollered.

Amanda scrubbed even harder. She could tell her ministrations were having their desired effect. Cassandra's hips started to rock and her moans were throatier as she panted. Amanda tried not to think about it. Just focus on scrubbing. She stroked and stroked until she heard her sister scream with passion then trail off.

"Now finish washing the rest of your sister."

Again, Amanda did as she was told, squatting to do her legs and then her feet. The couple turned Cassandra around and Mandy washed her other side, starting at her heels and working her way up her sister's well-rounded ass and back until she was at her back again.

"Very good, slave 1, now it's your turn."

The water was turned off and Amanda looked down as they fastened her ankles together with another zip-tie. They clipped off the one holding Sandy's ankles and guided each of them to stand where the other was. Janice refastened the chain leash to Amanda's collar before starting the water up again.

Cassandra was more timid about cleaning her sister. Amanda just closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of the rough sponge against her skin. She knew she would never smell anything scented like a rose again. As her sister scrubbed over her breasts, she could feel the first unbidden spurts of pleasure. That warm feeling continued as her sister continued scrubbing downward until reaching her sex.

Amanda felt a tap on her inner thigh and having learned her lesson, she parted her knees the best she could and thrust out her hips. The roughness of the louffa rubbing through her sex sent a flush of ecstasy coursing through her. She let a moan erupt over the gag as her sister continued to scrub harder and faster.

Amanda thrust and rocked her hips, trying to press herself fully onto her sister's gag. She could feel the orgasm swelling inside of her; a tide pushing at her gates. Finally, the dam burst and engulfed Amanda in a torrent of bliss as she screamed into her gag, just as her sister had done. Nothing mattered but the escape the pleasure brought Amanda as her orgasm melted away down the drain with the shower spray. Cassandra finished scrubbing her sister before the water was turned off.

Slowly, Amanda opened her eyes and watched the couple lead her sister out of the shower and towel her dry. Sandy would not meet her sister's eyes nor did Amanda seek her sister's. The horror of the moment added to the jagged peak of horrors they were being forced to endure.

She did not want to ponder what was in store for them next.


Chapter 13 (added: 2017/10/16)

Cassandra could feel her humiliation burning all over from her blush. All she could do was stare down at her feet and wish she could wake up from this nightmare. After they dried her off, the strangers relocked the black leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists and the collar around her neck. She didn't even fight the pear-shaped gag when pressed against her lips; she just opened her mouth and let them fasten the gag into place.

The hot shower did help with the stiffness in her shoulders and back from the torture she endured during the night. She felt blessed having passed out from the multiple orgasms she had endured while mummified in bed. She had slept soundly enough but had been thrown into a panic when she awoke and didn't know where she was and why she was pinned like a spider's victim.

Now, she remembered and wished she was back in the blankness of sleep.

There was a slight tug on her collar and she shuffled behind the man she knew as Master from the bathroom into the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen where the door to her downstairs prison was open. The man picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he set her down. The cement floor was cold and dusty as she again shuffled her way behind the man holding her leash.

The large box that was her and her sisters' prison was the size of a large room and their bed was in the center of it. From inside, it looked like a windowless bedroom but, really, it was her and her sister's cell. Cassandra let herself be led to one end of the room where the man pulled down from the ceiling a chain with a latching hook on the end. By her collar, he fastened her to it before disappearing out the door, locking it behind him.

The honey-blonde captive gave a half-hearted attempt at escaping her bonds but she knew, deep down, that they were inescapable. She would have to endure whatever they forced her to do. Somehow, God must be punishing her for some sin, probably being with Michael a month or two back. The sex was wonderful and he was considerate and gentle. Sandy wanted to marry him when he finally got around to asking. She knew Michael would ask. She should have held off until their wedding day.

A wedding day that would never be.

Cassandra started to quietly sob. She could only stand there as her tears mixed with her running nose and drool that now slithered down over her upper chest.

God was punishing her for her sins.

It wasn't long before she heard the locks being opened and the door swinging in. She did not look up as Master and Mistress guided Amanda into place in front of her and fastened her sister's collar to an overhead chain as they had her own.

"Now that you've been cleaned up, slaves, it is time for your lessons," Master said in his rough drawl.

A chill drained all her will away.

"This morning's lesson is about paying attention and posture. You will be listening again to your recorded lessons, memorizing them for this afternoon when we will put those lessons into practice. Failing to listen will result in punishment. Very painful punishment. Do you understand, slaves?"

Cassandra nodded, still staring at her toes.

"Good. The second part of this morning's lesson is posture. I will have you both know that we developed this little exercise with you all in mind."

Mistress set a large welded metal platform between them. On it was a contraption that looked like a miniature trebuchet like she had seen chucking pumpkins at a county fair she had to appear at. Mistress then balanced a pole onto it. Each end of the pole had fastened to it a large ebony dildo with a cord running from it. The whole thing looked like a perverse teeter-totter.

The couple fastened Amanda into the contraption first. After unfastening her ankle cuffs, they made her spread her legs and stand on two wedge blocks that were placed at the corners of the platform. Yhese wedges forced her to stand on her on the balls of her feet. The Master and Mistress locked Amanda to the machine by some short chains that clipped her ankle cuffs to rings set on the platform's corners. Mistress checked approvingly the cuffs that held her sister's arms behind her back and then looped a length of rope around her elbows and cinched them together, forcing her already large breasts out even further. Lastly, after coating one of the phallus' with that insidious ointment that seemed to make her puss burn and itch with need, Mistress eased the phallus into Amanda's sex until it disappeared inside her.

Then, it was Cassandra's turn.

After unfastening her ankle cuffs from one another, Cassandra felt Master tap her inner thigh. She spread her legs and moved forward as she had watched her sister do, standing on a pair of similar wedges as the strangers refastened her cuffs to the platform. She felt a loop of rope being pulled securely around her elbows until her elbows touched. The man cinched the rope tight before helping Mistress in positioning the glistening ointment coated dildo into the folds of her sex. Cassandra gasped as they pushed the large phallus into her until she too straddled the pole.

The Mistress checked Cassandra to make sure all of Sandy's bindings were secure. The Master went to the center of the pole and, with a few twists, raised it until the pole was balanced, almost pressing against each girl's sex.

"Slaves," Ray addressed his acquisitions, "It is important for a slave to maintain her posture and balance. I have created for you a device to help you with just that."

Master slowly circled the twins and the platform.

"Once I flip the switch, the vibrators inside you will begin to hum. Very low at first, but gradually increasing as time goes on. . ."

The ointment smeared onto the phallus had started to warm Cassandra's puss, making her squirm just a tiny bit as her sex began to itch with a need.

". . .release the wedges from beneath your feet, forcing you to stand on your toes. If you let your heels down for any reason, it will force the phallus painfully deep into your sister's pussy. It will also send a painful spark up her side of the pole and zap that pretty little clit of hers. She will probably scream in agony. The more you rest your feet, the more painful it becomes for your fellow slave. Do you understand, slaves?"

Cassandra nodded and noticed her sister did too.

"You have my permission to cum, slaves, but you can see thatit will probably be painful to your sister slave. So, you must beg you sister slave for permission to cum. It is up to your sister whether you cum or not when it gets time. When she whimper and begs, just nod your head if you don't mind the pain of your sister's orgasm."

Cassandra felt Mistress press something into her hand, a button similar to those used in hospitals to relieve pain.

"When you want to ask permission to cum from your sister, just push the button and a buzzer will sound. It is up to your sister if she allows you to cum. Understand, slaves?"

Again, Sandy nodded.

"If you cum without permission, then we will make sure to use the cattle prod on each and every square inch of your skin. You all understand, slaves?"

Cassandra did and let Master know that she did.

"Alrighty then, let's get this show started."

Cassandra watched as Mistress first pulled the blocks out from under Sandy's feet, leaving her standing on the balls of her feet. A rush of pleasure gushed through her as the vibe was turned on, making her squirm a bit in her bonds. Lastly, Mistress put the tiny earbud headphones into her ears and turned on her "lesson".

The recording was the same one they had used on her the previous day. Sandy didn't want to be anything else but who she was a few days ago. The thoughts of being someone's slave just drained out her soul. The best she thought she could muster would be to go along with these people and hope the cops found them soon.

Soon, her arches and ankles began to tire. In moments, they were joined by an ache in her calves. The pulsating buzzing of the vibrator also distracted her from her lessons about the "laws of the crop". Despite all of this, she still could not look up at her sister.

She felt the dildo pushing up further inside her and noticed her sister heels were closer to the ground. Cassandra looked up at her sister and moaned her complaint. She locked eyes with her twin sister's dark brown ones. They were filled with pain, both mental and physical, and Amanda was the stronger of the two of them. If she was failing. . .

A power hum from the vibrator sent a shockwave of bliss through Cassandra and she shuddered, letting her feet touch the ground. A scream from her sister Amanda shook Cassandra out of her moment of bliss and she arched her tired feet again.

The recorded lesson stopped.

"I want both of you to look into each other's eyes and hold it there," the Master said, his eyes shifting back and forth between his two captives, "Do you understand, slaves?"

Cassandra nodded her head as did Amanda. They then looked at each other. Cassandra could read the strain of this all over her sister's face.

"I want you to see your sister's pain as you feel your own pleasure, slaves."

The recording resumed instructing Cassandra on how to move with a touch of a crop. She could feel a warm whirlwind of pleasure gusting inside her, slowly gaining strength. Her feet were cramping as well as her calves. She had already caused her sister Mandy too much pain, but she didn't know just how much longer she could endure.

Then Cassandra heard the buzzer. There was a pleading look on Amanda's face, almost as if she was apologetic for the pain Cassandra was about to receive.

Cassandra nodded and closed her eyes in anticipation of the sting.

Sandy cried out in pain as the phallus was driven further into her and the metal pole pressed against her clit. A short sharp spark stabbed through her as the vibrator increased its humming. The caress of the vibe soon eclipsed the fleeting pain; torrents of pleasure built within her. She jabbed at her button and looked at her sister whose head was thrown back in pure ecstasy. Her sister's moans made her deaf to Cassandra's buzzing pleas for permission to cum.

The pleasure continued to swell inside her. The promised pain wasn't there, only the increasing pulsing hum of her vibrator. She yelled into her gag, trying to get her sister's attention. She needed to cum, too, and soon it would be too late for her to get permission.

Finally, Amanda's eyes met Cassandra's. Mandy heard the buzzer's whine and gave her sister a quick nod. Sandy let herself go and let herself be swallowed by a molten cascade of heated bliss. Wave after wave of pleasure swelled over her as she bucked and rocked in her bonds until her whole frame was weak from the effort. She opened her eyes and saw her sister in tears, but a smile leaked around her gag.

The buzzing stopped. Cassandra was only vaguely aware of the lessons being recited in her ears. The memory of pleasure and pain glowing inside her was far more important.

Cassandra then looked around. The man and woman were gone; her only company was her sister, who also was looking around. The buzzing had stopped but, because of the ointment, Sandy's need had not.

How many hours were they going to leave them like this?


Chapter 14 (added: 2017/12/03)

Amanda didn't care. Exhaustion had finally claimed her. The pain and the pleasure had wracked her being until everything had become a surreal blur. She could barely keep her focus on her twin sister across from her, looking very much like the image of fatigue. Thankfully the itch caused by the salve had finally stopped its lecherous magic and only a sore numbness remained.

What she wouldn't give for a bed right now; better yet, her hammock back home where she could laze under the old cottonwoods and let the warm breeze slowly rock her to sleep.

Whack!

Amanda screamed into her gag as Mistress snapped her crop on Amanda's nicely rounded rear.

"Awake now, slave 1?" Mistress hissed as she walked around to the side of her captive.

Crying from the sudden pain, Amanda nodded her head.

"Good. It is time for you to use the bathroom and rest before our next lesson."

Amanda nodded automatically though her mind screamed 'oh God, what next?' She watched as Mistress first lowered the balance bar then unbuckled Cassandra's ankles from the platform. It wasn't long before her defeated sister, leashed and bound, shuffled wearily behind Mistress out the door, leaving Amanda to herself.

She hadn't thought of the bathroom or other necessities like eating. All she had fixated on was surviving the task at hand. Now that she was self-aware, Amanda felt the need to go. She also felt the empty ache of a stomach that didn't have a breakfast filling it.

The recording still droned on. It had become background static for her. She was sure that her brain had subconsciously downloaded all the info and she would be able to perform when needed.

How many minutes passed, Amanda had no idea, but the woman named Mistress appeared beside the captive blonde girl, smiling and holding that infernal riding crop.

"You're not going to cause me any problems, are you slave 1?"

Amanda shook her head weakly. No, she was too tired to do anything except concentrate on not wetting herself and doing things that wouldn't cause her any more pain. A gush of relief flowed through her as the vibrator slipped out of her and her ankles were unfastened. But, just like her sister, her ankles were soon hobbled and she was paraded on a leash outside her bedroom cell and into the basement proper.

Without a word, the platinum blonde Mistress led Amanda to the foot of the stairs and gave her a quick tug on the lead. Carefully, Amanda stepped up and found that her rope hobble allowed her to just make the stair. It was slow going, but the woman was patient, watching her captive take one step at a time until they both made the top of the staircase.

At the top of the stairs were the kitchen/dining room. It harkened back to an age when linoleum was king and turquoise was the color of choice. Filmy curtains filtered the sunlight as Mistress led Amanda to small table where her sister sat. The first thing Amanda noticed was that her sister was ungagged and before her was a fresh grapefruit half already sectioned and complete with a glossy maraschino cherry in the center. There also was a glass of milk, a smaller glass of orange juice and a bowl of cereal. As soon as Master saw Amanda, he poured some milk into the cereal bowl.

"Now, I will explain the rules to y'all," the man said as Mistress sat Amanda down near her sister, "No talking or fussing allowed or I will get meaner than a trapped badger. Slave 1, you'll get to feed your sister slave first. After she has had her fill, then it's your turn. Any misbehaving on any of your parts and we'll make it real painful for a real long time. Understand, slaves?"

Amanda nodded her head and so did her sister Cassandra.

There was a slight tug on Amanda's wrist cuffs and then she felt them part. Mistress brought them in front of the seated girl and fastened them back together.

"Now feed your sister, slave 1."

With her wrists cuffed together, Amanda awkwardly started feeding her sister; first the cereal and then the grapefruit, letting her sister sip at her beverages in between. It wasn't long before breakfast was finished. Mistress wiped Cassandra's lips and replaced the gag before going over to Amanda and redoing Amanda's bondage by refastening her wrists behind her back.

Then Amanda's gag was unbuckled and removed.

"Here you go, slave 1, eat up. Slave 2 will feed you," Master said as he sat a new bowl of cereal and a grapefruit in front of her.

The grapefruit was sweet and the cereal was her favorite: Raisin Bran. In fact, the breakfast had everything she liked. Her sister's cereal was 'Total'. Another chill went through her. They knew what she and her sister liked for breakfast. How much more did the kidnappers know?

After she was done eating, the gag went back in and her sister's wrists were once more ensnared behind her back. She watched as her sister was led off by Master and Mistress and she was left alone.

Amanda looked around at the small kitchen area. There was a door leading out to the back of the house, she assumed, and another leading to the garage. There was no telling how long her captors would be gone but she felt like she had to at least take a chance to poke through the kitchen drawers for a knife or something.

Gingerly, the bound blonde stood up from her chair and shuffled over to the kitchen cupboards. She opened the first drawer, only to find it empty save for a moldy packet of catsup. The next drawer revealed a tray of cheap flatware but didn't even have a butter knife that she could use. She debated on grabbing a fork, but decided against it.

Amanda pulled out the third drawer and found a smattering of cooking utensils: large wooden spoons, tongs, a can opener; everything she would expect to find in a kitchen except for the knives she was looking for. She grunted into her gag and shuffled back to her chair before the couple returned.

A few moments later, Mistress returned.

"I am so glad you decided to behave, slave 1," Mistress said with a genuine smile, "You could have tried to escape; left here by your little lonesome. But you stayed put. Now it is time for your potty break and then a little nap time before we begin with some more training."

Amanda allowed herself to be pulled along by her leash from the kitchen to the master bedroom where her sister was curled up under the sheets. In the little master bathroom, Mistress stopped beside the toilet.

"Time to go, slave 1."

The bound girl had almost ceased to be shocked by what they asked of her, but going to the bathroom in front of strangers on cue still made her blush with embarrassment. But go she did and let Mistress clean her with both paper and wipes before leading her back to the bedroom.

Master had held up in his hands a valentine red satin corset with black lace trim.

"Time to get you ready for your nap," he smiled.

The Master wrapped the corset around her waist and began to hook Amanda into it. It was a very tight fit and it presented her bare breasts prominently and left her sex uncovered. Mistress undid Amanda's ankle cuffs and gently rolled up each leg a red fishnet stocking and then a matching lacy g-string. It is the most clothes she had worn since being abducted. The cuffs went back on and her ankles were hobbled again.

Master peeled the sheets off to reveal her sister Cassandra dressed in the same fashion save for the black color of her outfit. Her collar was leashed to the headboard and soon Amanda's was as well.

"Rest well girls. The next lesson may be very painful," Mistress smiled as she closed the door, leaving the twins to their selves.

"Are you okay being here by yourself?" Ray asked as he gathered up the van keys.

"Yes, my Master," Janice replied, kissing her husband on the cheek, "we will be fine. The girls are now taking a nap and their next lesson will be a breeze."

"I don't like you giving lessons alone," Ray frowned, "It's inviting danger in through the front door."

"Relax," she whispered into his ear, "I'll be just fine. You get your running around done and I will take care of our business here."

"I still don't like it," he said under his breath.

"Master, we need things and you need to check on a few things we don't dare here in the house, like making sure that our trail hasn't been followed and laying down that false trail you are so proud of. You have known me long enough to know I can handle these two. Just go and get things done."

"Now I know why I rescued you," Ray said with a slight, lop-sided smile.

"I didn't NEED rescuing," Janice replied, knowing full well what her life would have been like if Ray hadn't taken her out of that situation. Stephanie would have grown up not knowing her mother; not knowing that her mother was enslaved . . .

Janice's thoughts were interrupted by a deep kiss by her husband. Their tongues glided over each other's until he broke it off.

"I will see you in a little while," he said.

"You better," she replied as she watched him close the door to the garage.

Mrs. Shickley watched the dark blue Dodge Caravan pull out of her new neighbor's garage and head down the street. Her new neighbors kept strange hours, she noticed. She didn't know what they did but it looked like the missus was alone this afternoon. Maybe it was a good time to go say hello.

Loren Shickley was certainly an attractive woman for being forty. She was an army wife and an army daughter so she knew how to keep in shape. Her departed husband hadn't been with her for nearly 10 years now and Loren really didn't want to 'move on'. She was as happy as she was ever going to be. She had a good job as a department manager and in her off time, she enjoyed watching what the neighbors were doing.

Loren kept her hair dyed a light brown to keep the gray at bay and her cat-like blue eyes seemed to whisper taboo enticements. Her light skin wouldn't tan, only burn, so she dressed modestly though her curves screamed bikini.

So what pretext should she use to drop by to say hi?

Loren pondered this as she watched the new neighbors' house from across the street.

Amanda had dozed off despite her bindings. Her wrists were locked in a pair of leather cuffs behind her back and her ankles were chained together with a short length of chain. A leather pear-shape gag filled her mouth with its tang and a red leather collar was locked around her throat and leashed to the headboard of the bed. The torment from this morning left her fatigued and sore. Most of her soreness was in her female parts and she prayed that her lesson this afternoon didn't involve her fucking someone or something else.

A gentle kiss on her forehead woke Amanda up and she was looking up into the face of her female captor Mistress.

"I hope you rested well, dear slave, it is time for your lesson."

Amanda glanced over at her twin sister and saw that she was still sleeping in her bindings. Mistress unhooked Amanda's lead and gave it a little tug. The bound girl struggled to get up out of bed. Finally she got her feet swung over and onto the bedroom floor. Wriggling, she stood up and shuffled behind Mistress down the hallway and into the kitchen where Mistress let the lead droop. The bound girl remembered that meant stop from her recorded lessons so she stopped.

"Good little slave girl," Mistress purred.

Mistress hadn't changed her outfit. She was clad in a tight pair of black jeans, a black leather halter top and calf-high polished black spike-heeled boots. It was Mistress' cold smile that made Amanda dread what was coming next.

From her back pocket Mistress produced a red latex hood.

"I hope you don't mind being little red riding hood for a while, Slave 1," Mistress said as she held the mask-like hood up in front of her, "now don't give me any problems and we'll get along beautifully. Who knows, you might even get a treat."

Mistress pulled the latex hood over Amanda's head, plunging her into darkness. The fit was as tight as a condom and it encased her head completely save an open spot for her mouth and nose and a ring in the back to pull her honey-colored hair through into a ponytail. The smell of the rubber filled her nose.

Amanda felt the cuffs around her ankles being undone before getting a slight but constant tug on her leash. She followed Mistress until she felt the leash droop again.

The captive blonde then heard a door open.

Her mind raced. Was she being led out into the garage or down into the basement of sexual horrors. Amanda began to falter as she felt a tug on her leash again. There was another sharper tug followed by two stinging whips across her rear. She gingerly moved forward.

"Step down," Mistress said.

Slowly Amanda put her foot down until it met the stair.

"Again."

Another step downward. Carefully Amanda followed Mistress down the stairs and into the basement where the captive girl felt the leash grow slack and she came to a stop.

"Imagine, Slave 1, a floor covered with shards of broken glass, rusty tacks and bent nails with a narrow trail running a maze through it to your comfy little bedroom we had made just for you and your sister."

Amanda could picture the glinting heaps of broken glass on the concrete floor looking like translucent fangs waiting to rip into the soles of her nylon clad feet.

"It is very real," Mistress said, pausing to crunch a piece of glass with her boot.

"If you listened to your lessons, I will guide you through it with your leash and my crop without you making a bloody mess out of your feet. I will expect you to keep up with me or I will leave you behind to fend for yourself. Do you understand, slave?"

Amanda nodded as well as saying yes through her gag. She prayed that she remembered everything the recording had said.

"That is a good little pretty slave. Let's begin."

The bound girl felt two taps on her rear as well as a slight tug on her collar that kept constant. Slowly, Amanda made her way forward one step at a time. The leash then went slack and Amanda stopped.

"Oh, I forgot one thing," the woman named Mistress said.

Amanda felt a tap on her inner thigh. A cold shiver went through her as she complied by opening her legs up. She felt Mistress hook her finger into the waistband of her g-string and pull it down, revealing her sex. The bound girl then felt something cool and egg-shaped press against her clit and held there while Mistress pulled her g-string back up.

"Something to keep you company."

The egg-shaped vibrator began purring, sending a burst of unsought pleasure rippling through Amanda. She then felt something tap her knee. She paused, trying to remember what that meant. There was another hard rap on her knee after which Amanda remembered what that meant. She closed her legs.

After closing her legs, Amanda felt something looped around her knees and tightened, binding her knees together tightly. She felt another constant pull on her collar. Amanda found she could take tiny, mincing steps with her knees bound as they were. She then felt the crop press in her left hip and she remembered to turn left.

Then she heard a loud buzzer and Mistress exclaiming 'Shit'.

Janice dropped the leash and hurried over to a monitor in the corner of the basement. After clicking through a few screens she found the camera covering the front step. Standing there smiling was their neighbor, Loren Shickley.

"Shit," Mistress said again as Amanda heard her captor go up the stairs, leaving Amanda alone in her darkness.

Janice was afraid that something like this might happen but she had prepared for it. She hoped that the door buzzer hadn't awakened Slave 2 because her fussing right now wouldn't be good. Even though Slave 2 was bound tightly and gagged, she could probably still make quite a ruckus. Too late to do anything about it now. Janice would just have to ride it out as best she could. She quickly grabbed a glass and the open bottle of DeWars, taking a quick swig and swishing it around in her mouth as she poured half a glass of the whiskey.

Loren was about to ring the buzzer for the second time when the door opened and there stood her new neighbor. At first sight Loren knew that her neighbor was some transplanted trailer-trash Marilyn Monroe wannabe lush. Judging by the glass in the woman's hand, her drinking had started early.

"Hello," Janice said.

"Hi neighbor. Just wanted to drop over and say hello and welcome," Loren said.

"Well hello," Janice said, "I would invite you in but I am in the middle of something."

Looking at the glass, Loren gave a crusty smile, "I can see that."

"Oh, this," Janice held the glass up, "it just helps me relax and get creative, you know, so I can focus on my project."

"What project?" Loren inquired.

"A painting."

"Oh really," Loren smiled again, "Please tell me all about it. . ."

An unsettling alarm went off in Janice's head, knowing that this conversation was far from over.

Amanda tried to stand as still as a statue, but it was getting harder to do. Her buzzing toy was now being more than a distraction. The shivers of bliss running through her were building and she couldn't really relax and enjoy them for fear she would stumble and fall into a bed of crushed glass and rusted nails.

She began to twist a bit in her bindings, letting a small mewl out as another tiny wave of ecstasy spread through her. Amanda tried to remember the steps she took on the path to get to where she now stood but she couldn't recall them. The fear and pleasure were drowning out all other thoughts, both of them building on each other like competing pyres threatening to engulf her. Amanda finally gave in to her passion, taking a couple small steps back and then carefully easing herself down until she was kneeling on the concrete.

The vibrator continued to hum against her sex as she wriggled around until she was seated on the cold cement floor, propping herself up with her bound wrists. The tightness of her corset only added to her feeling of helplessness as she pulled at her bindings in vain. Amanda needed to see her surroundings so she could at least let her orgasm go the way it was straining to go. Her bindings held her in check as she moaned in frustration and lust.

Another white-hot wave of pleasure swallowed her as she began to writhe where she sat. Her orgasm was building in tiny increments, slow but steady until it swelled inside her like a shaken bottle of champagne. More and more bliss swelled inside her until it burst in a torrent of molten lust which she rode fighting her restraints and screaming through her gag. Amanda then just collapsed, laying in a fetal position as the orgasm ebbed away even though the buzzing had not. It still fed the tides of her wanton needs as she felt another unbidden storm within her begin to rise.

"Oh God. . ." she whispered to herself.


Chapter 15 (added: 2020/07/09)

"Finally," Janice whispered under her breath as she watched her neighbor, Ms. Shickley, walking briskly back across the street to her house.

God, that woman could talk. However, Janice gave her all the attention of a drunk and out-of-it woman would give an intrusive neighbor and soon Loren Shickley, sensing indifference, humphed and went on her way.

Janice knew next time she might not be so lucky.

Thankfully, slave 2 was still curled up asleep, chained to the bed. Mistress could see that the captive blonde was in a deep sleep by her slowed breathings. The black corset hugged her beautifully, displaying her breasts with their large, coral pink nipples. A black collar encircled the sleeping girl's throat and a panel penis gag kept her all but silent. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and a chain leash attached to the head of the bed made sure she wasn't going to go anywhere. Slave 2 looked like a sleeping angel bound by the devil.

"Sleep tight, slave," Janice whispered as she exited the room and headed to the basement.

Upon seeing slave 1, Mistress Janice paused midway down the stairs to watch her captive writhing on the gray concrete floor. She had already wriggled off of the chalk pathway Mistress had drawn, smearing herself with the white-yellow dust. If Janice had actually laid down glass shards, the girl would have been cut to ribbons. However, imagination is a damn powerful tool to use in breaking any acquisition, and Janice didn't want to damage the product. . .too much. However, cumming without permission was not to be tolerated, and slave 1 would have to suffer the consequences.

Slave 1 froze as soon as she heard the clicking of Janice's spike-heeled boots approaching. She knew she was in trouble and curled up as best she could, whining into her gag.

It was times just like these that Janice loved her work. At her feet was a beautiful young blonde, her body entrapped in a tight red corset and her head enveloped in a red latex hood where only her gagged mouth showed. A pair of leather cuffs held the captive's wrists behind her back and a length of knotted rope held her knees together. Now there was a torn hole or two in her stockings and Janice could tell that the filmy lace thong that covered the girl's sex was damp from her excitement. Best of all, however, were the pleading mewls behind the gag.

"You have been a bad slave, haven't you?" Mistress said.

Amanda shook her head, knowing that letting herself succumb to her base pleasures would lead to something harsh and painful. However, her libido had won out and now she was going to pay the price.

"Don't lie to me, slave!"

Amanda screamed at the sting of the crop slicing into her rear.

"You have been bad, haven't you, slave?" she hissed.

Amanda nodded. She could feel the heat of her tears collecting in the tight spaces of her rubber hood.

"Not only did you orgasm without permission, you are within a hair of slicing yourself to ribbons."

The bound girl could almost feel Mistress squatting down beside her, looking down at her with a venomous look twisting her face with a pent-up rage. Amanda felt her leash being taken up and yanked. She practically gagged as Mistress hauled her up onto her feet and practically dragged her through a series of twists and turns that made up the maze. Finally they reached the doorway to the bedroom cell.

"So you want to cum, slave?"

Amanda continued to cry and whimper into her gag.

Smack!

Another piercing sting from Mistress' crop kissed her rear.

"ANSWER ME, SLAVE!"

Paralyzed as to what to answer, Amanda just nodded her head, the buzzing egg between her legs all but forgotten.

"YOU ARE A SLUT, AREN'T YOU?!"

Again, Amanda nodded, frightened of what was happening and terrified of what was going to be next. Only Mistress' tight grip of her leash kept Amanda from falling to the ground in a faint.

"I know you are," Mistress whispered in the blonde captive's ear, "You love the feel of a hot cock crammed in your pussy and a hot tongue licking your clit, now, don't you, slave?"

Amanda whimpered and nodded.

"Then that is what you will get. Now beg me to have your pussy licked."

Amanda whined and shook her head no.

"On your knees! Beg or I will take this crop to your clit!"

Slave one collapsed onto her knees, sobbing, her head bowed down.

"Look up at me and beg, slave!"

Amanda looked up in her rubber-cloaked blindness.

"Do . . .You. . .Want. . .To. . .Cum?"

The girl nodded slowly, her red-masked face looking up at Mistress. She felt the back of her hood being pulled up and the buckle to her gag being unfastened. The rubber phallus was then pulled from her lips, drool running from its tip.

"Beg," Mistress ordered.

"Please. . ." Slave 1 sobbed.

"That's a start," Mistress said harshly, "tell me you want to cum."

"Please let me go. Why are you doing this to me?"

Amanda screeched as the crop cut into her again.

"BEG. . .TO. . .CUM!"

"No!" Amanda sobbed.

The bound girl was flayed again by the crop; two, three, four times. Each branding cut more painful than the one before. Amanda thrashed in her restraints but Mistress kept an iron grip in her leash, keeping the struggling girl from twisting away.

"Beg to cum, slave!"

"Please!" Amanda cried.

"BEG!"

"I WANT TO CUM!" Amanda screamed as she broke completely down.

"Are you a slut, slave?" Mistress asked.

"I am a slut," she sobbed.

Amanda heard the Mistress laugh, "You are pathetic. You sicken me, slave. I want you to beg to have your cunt licked and for you to cum again and again until you pass out."

The captive girl swallowed, "Please Mistress, I want you to lick my pussy and make me cum. I beg of you. Please. Please."

"Open your mouth."

Amanda did what she was ordered to do. She was on automatic pilot now; her soul had been wrenched back and forth with such fury she just shut herself down and let whatever was happening just to happen; to let it flow over her and drown her. Amanda felt her hood being pulled back down and then the slick shaft of the rubber penis gag being shoved back into her mouth before being buckled cruelly into place.

There was another vicious tug on her leash and Amanda was dragged over to a chair and sat down. The tender stripes on her ass felt like brands as she sat listlessly. She felt her arms being lifted over the back of the chair and then somehow tied in place there. The rope around her knees then loosened and Mistress pulled one of her cuffed ankles to the back chair leg and tied it there before repeating it with her other ankle, forcing Amanda's stocking clad legs apart.

She froze when she felt the tip of the crop caress a line upon her G-string.

"My you are wet," Mistress smirked, "You must have enjoyed yourself a lot while I was gone, didn't you, slave?"

Amanda nodded weakly. She felt Mistress pull her lacy thong down and pull out her buzzing vibe. Mistress then held the still humming egg underneath the two breathing holes underneath Amanda's nostrils.

"Enjoy your own perfume, slave. It is proof you are a slut. It's nothing to be ashamed of slave. It is good to feel wanton. It is good to feel your passions."

Mistress pulled the egg away.

"We still need to work on your begging, slave, but I think I will let you cum. I will bring your sister down to help us out."

The blonde captive shook her head, moaning into her gag.

"Yes, I think she will do you quite well."

'effrego phasmatis, non perturbatio.' 'Break the spirit, not the passion.' Those were the words inscribed inside the front cover of their original copy of 'The Care and Treatment of Particularly Fair Women'. The manual was a treasured gift from Magenta for years of faithful service and copies of the little hardbound book were very difficult to track down. The inscribed words were written by Dr. Geoffrey Brand's own quill and it was the motto of Magenta. Janice took the 19th century words to heart with every acquisition she trained. You want a slave to serve willing even though they are a captive. Slave 1 was not yet to that point but getting close. Slave 2 was much closer and it wouldn't take much to get her to the point of being an obedient slave.

Janice stood and watched slave 2 sleep so 'peacefully'. The twins were truly a beautiful pair of girls and would make their client a splendid pair of sexual servants. Mistress tenderly brushed away the sleeping blonde's hair, removed the earbuds from her ears and whispered.

"Time for your training, slave 2."

Cassandra's dark brown eyes fluttered open and widened in panic. Janice leaned over her, holding her down gently but firmly.

"Yes, slave, you are not dreaming. You are here bound in my bed. Your sister is waiting downstairs for you to complete your part of the training. . ."

Cassandra struggled a bit in her half wakened state, but soon calmed when she remembered where she was and what the strangers had done to her. She was heartened, though, by the fact she was still wearing the black corset costume they had dressed her in. Her boobs were bared but her privates were covered.

The captive girl looked up at Mistress as she undid Cassandra's leash from the headboard railing of the bed. There was genuine warmth in Mistress' smile as she looked down at Sandy.

'Perhaps I'll survive this after all,' she thought to herself as Mistress helped her to sit.

The woman knelt down and looked Cassandra in the eye while holding her chin.

"Now I want you to be a good slave. I don't want to hurt you or your sister. You understand, slave?"

Cassandra nodded her head.

"I am going to replace your gag with another. I do not want to hear a peep from you. Not one word or I will whip you and your sister until you pass out in agony. Do you understand, slave?"

A molten dread seeped through Sandy as she heard the words. She knew what pain her captors could dish out and she didn't want to feel any more of that. Sandy nodded her head.

"That's my good slave," Mistress smiled and unbuckled the gag, pulling the slick phallus from Cassandra's mouth and setting it aside.

"Keep your mouth open, slave," Mistress said caringly as she produced the other gag. It was a simple, leather-wrapped 'O' ring with several straps attached to it.

Mistress eased the large ring behind Cassandra's teeth and pulled the straps around her head. One pair buckled behind her head and another 'Y' shaped one went around her nose and over the top of her head where it was fastened to the others firmly.

The woman petted Cassandra's golden blonde hair.

"Good slave. I am very proud of you.You know what we are doing next, slave?"

Cassandra shook her head, still looking up into her captor's frozen green eyes.

"Training. I am going to see if you paid attention to the lessons you were listening to. But first, I am going to have to put this on you."

'This' was a black latex hood-like thing that Cassandra very much didn't want to wear. The restraints were hard enough, but the more enclosed she felt, the more terror tore through her soul.

"I know you have claustrophobia so I know you will hate this but you must wear it. You have no choice. I will be right here beside you and I won't let you hurt yourself. You are much too valuable to us for me to let that happen. You must be a good slave now, do you understand?"

Cassandra nodded, weeping silently at the thought of the hood.

"That's a good slave. I knew you were brave enough to handle this."

With that, Mistress pulled the horrid black hood down over Cassandra's head, pulling her blonde hair out the back to form a ponytail. Like her sister, the only part of slave 2's face showing was her ring-gagged lips. The rest of slave 2's head was enveloped in glossy black latex.

"I know just how good of a slave you are, slave 2. I know you have learned your lessons. If you complete your task, I will give your sister the release she has begged for. I know you want this for her, don't you, slave?"

The captive blonde nodded her head as her heart leapt. Amanda would be free and Cassandra knew that her sister would not leave her twin behind.

She felt the cuffs on her ankles parting. Sandy was elated by this as she felt the pull of her leash. She awkwardly swung herself around and got up out of the bed and carefully followed behind Mistress through the house to the basement door.

"We are going down the stairs to the basement, slave. Follow me."

Cassandra felt a pull on her lead.

The bound girl swallowed and took the first, fearful step down. One step at a time she followed the Mistress down the stairs and into the basement.

"It's training time now, slave 2," the woman said and she began to describe the horror of the maze that she was to be guided through. Make it through the maze, her sister gets released. Failure would be painful for her tender soles.

Cassandra gasped in shock as the woman pulled down Cassandra's g-string and eased a humming egg inside her. Before pulling the black lacy nothing back up, Mistress' finger caressed the folds of her sex; tickling at the girl's clit teasingly. After a pause, Cassandra then felt some rope being tightened around her knees, lashing them together.

The hum of the vibrator was low, distracting Sandy as she felt the first pull of her leash. She followed the best she could, remembering what the different tugs and taps meant as they twisted and turned through the maze of broken glass. Sandy tried to concentrate, but the little vibrating egg kept needing her attention. Its tiny pulses of pleasure mischievously poked at her libido; wanting her to come out and play. The more Sandy tried to keep her desires at bay, the more inflamed they became until she was pleading through her open ring gag for Mistress to stop and let her orgasm take its course.

But Mistress didn't stop.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cassandra felt her leash droop and she stopped, her whole body shivering with need.

"Do you want to cum, slave?" Mistress asked Sandy.

Cassandra nodded briskly as she mewled her answer.

Mistress brought the bound girl's chain leash up short and began to caress Cassandra through her G-string. The lace was damp with her desire as Mistress brushed up and down her slit, the lace helping with its light chaffing.

"You can only cum on my command, slave," Mistress breathed into Cassandra's ear.

The captive blonde whined her discontent, causing Mistress to laugh.

Mistress pulled Cassandra's G-string aside and dipped her fingers into the girl's eager slit. Sandy thrust her hips forward as she felt Mistress rub her swollen clit, sending bursts of joy exploding through her. She writhed in her bonds, trying to keep from collapsing even though that is precisely what Cassandra wanted to do. However, Mistress' grip on her leash and collar did not slip and the girl dangled in her need helplessly.

Cassandra felt a sharp yank as Mistress pulled the captive up against her captor.

"Will you do as I command, slave?"

Cassandra nodded.

"Anything I ask of you, slave?"

The bound blonde's needs outweighed her logic as she nodded yes.

"Then follow me, my slave."

Cassandra moaned in displeasure as Mistress removed her hand and tugged at her lead. She helplessly followed into what she thought was her basement cell. She felt a tap behind her knees and clumsily knelt down. Her head was forced forward until she smelled the fragrance of another woman's sex.

"Lick."

The thought revolted her but she leaned forward and let the tip of her tongue find the moistened folds of the other's slit. She began to lap up and down it until she found the swollen button that was the woman's clit. She rimmed around it, causing the woman to moan loudly in pleasure and raise her hips up to Cassandra's lapping tongue.

The humming egg inside Cassandra continued its wanton ministrations and the storm of bliss it was producing continued to build until Cassandra thought she couldn't stop it from engulfing her. She forced herself to concentrate on her task.

"You can cum when she cums," Mistress said.

Cassandra licked with renewed vigor, her need translated into ardent licks and laps and probing until she heard the muffled screams of the woman as she shivered into ecstasy.

"CUM!" Mistress yelled at Cassandra.

The captive girl let an explosion of white hot bliss rip through her as she threw herself at her restraints. Wave after fiery wave devoured her until finally she collapsed on the floor in front of the chair, Mistress still holding her leash as she fastened it to the chair's legs.

"Make her cum three more times, slave" Mistress said to Cassandra as she locked Cassandra's ankles together, "Or else."

When Ray returned, he found his wife relaxing on the couch with a glass of orange juice in her hand.

"I am fucking horny, my Master," she said with a wicked smile on her lips.

"You are always fucking horny," Ray said as he set the bag of groceries down on the coffee table, "How are our girls?"

"Little bundles of joy," Janice replied.

Ray frowned. He was never quite sure when she was being sarcastic, even after being with Janice for so many years.

"They are enjoying each other's company. Slave 2 is coming along beautifully; a model of compliance. Slave 1 is another matter."

"It'll take time to break that filly," he said, sitting down next to his wife and giving her a long kiss.

"You're not helping matters, Master. You're making me hornier."

"We'll take care of that little problem later, after I get the groceries put up. Talk to the kids yet?"

Janice shook her head, "Not yet. I really just sat down before you came in. I'll give them a ring."

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Stephanie's phone. After a few rings, her daughter's lilting voice let everyone know that she was unavailable and she would call back if she wanted to. Frowning, Janice dialed Jeffery, her stepson.

"Hey," Jeffery answered.

"Hey yourself. How is it going with you guys? Everything okay?"

There was a slight pause before Jeffery answered. "Things are okay. Just the usual stuff. How's island life treating you?"

"Wonderful. Just sitting here in the sun letting your dad pamper me. Is Stephanie around?"

There was another long pause before Jeffery answered, "Yeah, sure, hold on."

The pause troubled Janice. Deep down inside her mommy genes sensed something was not quite right. She hoped talking to Stephanie would put them to rest.

"Hi Mom!" a joyous Stephanie exclaimed.

"Why hello stranger! How have you been? I haven't talked to you in ages. Did you lose your cell phone?"

"No Mom. It's here somewhere."

"What have you been up to, oh daughter of mine?"

Janice heard Steph give a nervous laugh, "Oh, I've been tied up doing this and that, you know. How are you and Dad doing?"

"Enjoying paradise," Janice replied, "You have minding Jeffery, haven't you."

Another light laugh, "He's been keeping me on a tight leash, just like you asked him to."

"I hope not too tight."

"No, Mom," Stephanie replied, "He's been really great. I've seen a whole new side of him I never saw before. I couldn't be in better hands."

Janice felt better. Just hearing her daughter washed her fears away.

"I will let you go now, Steph. Be good."

"I will be. Do I have a choice?"

"No, you don't," Janice said in a mock stern voice, "Love you."

"Love you too, Mom. You and Dad enjoy yourselves."

"Will do. Bye."

"Bye, Mom."

And with that, the line went dead. Janice was about to hang up when she noticed there was a message icon blinking on her phone. She checked the number it came from.

It was Mr. Rose's number.

Her mommy genes sensed something wrong again as she checked the message.