Captive Twins

Joe kept the sisters apart save for the occasional ménage a trios. This way, he maintained control at all times. With Janice, she was his obedient slut. She was growing nicely into her role though still green. Joe allowed her to wear clothes albeit skimpy ones. He had once debated on the use of bras, panties, and thongs versus the birthday suit, and he opted for the former. He liked the look on her face when he demanded her to remove her undergarments, whatever they are and whenever it suited him, especially when it involved her lacy underwear. He would watch her as she slid a hand up her short dress and sexily slide it off. First raising one long, heeled leg, then the next, the bronze goddess would unveil her treasure box to her “daddy.”

 

Janice obeyed and in fact actively participated in her own humiliation. With nothing left to lose, she wanted to keep the man’s assault on her still virginal sister to what he considered a minimal. So she played her role to the maximum in an attempt to drain the man’s stamina and cum at every opportunity. Of course, Joe knew but played along. His intent was to keep Jessica relatively unfucked save her mouth and tits which he used quite regularly. When Janice was “tied up,” he would utilize Jessica, whom he kept naked and leashed. While her sister received the full repertoire of a slut’s training, Jessica was kept ignorant of viler acts save those as a cocksucker and titty bitch. The ornament around her neck attested to her position for it was a rather ample sized fleshed colored dildo that hung from a metallic chain.

 

With the help of the tool, Joe had trained Jessica to be an equally marvelous cocksucker and titty fuck toy. Whenever her services were not needed, Jessica would slurp away at her only toy. Sometimes Joe would have her titty fuck it as well, and despite the embarrassment, Jessica never complained. She was quiet and on the whole different from the eager nympho, Janice. Jess did as she was told but never offered more. In that regards, Joe admired the girl’s reservation. Indeed, she was every bit his good “girl.”

 

Life with the twins was heavenly but Joe knew it could not continue without some change. For one, he wanted to have complete control over the sisters- a power so immense that they would not, even when given the opportunity to, leave him. He really liked having the two of them together. Joe fucking Janice. Jessica rimming his ass. The live lesbian shows. They were all a joy, but he would love to have them obey him without all these precautions. He wanted to take them out in public, to insinuate them into his life, and yet still maintain control.

 

Just how? How can he accomplish thus? The sound of running water in the bath brought him back to reality, or rather, paradise. He looked toward the bathroom. It was time to shower.

 

Jessica looked at the naked body of her sister. They had not shared a bath together since their childhood days when their parents were alive. Her sister’s body was very much like her own. Yet curiously, paradoxically, it was also a testament to their difference. The slightly darker bronze hued to the skin of Janice was acquired through her love of the beach and the outdoors. In many ways, it spoke of her liveliness, her energy, and her gregarious nature. Jessica’s ivory whiteness mirrored her personality. Though by no means an ice queen, she was often more withdrawn and closed, preferring the company of the written word.

 

Jessica looked at her sister, who still managed a sad, tired smile. She reached out a hand and touched a firm slippery breast. Running her slender fingers on the underside, she could feel the still raised welt. There were others though more dispersed. She knew that if she were to run her hand down the back of her sister’s calf or inner thigh, she would find at least four or five more. Jessica dared not touch the nipple for she knew how sensitive and raw they must be from the clamps. Those awful devices that her sister wore. She saw her sister was bare, not a follicle of hair on her pubis. She couldn’t help but think, what if it were her. How would she bear it? Even now, she wanted to die. Every time that she touched him or was touched by him, she would inwardly cringe. And whenever she was forced to make love with her sister or see her sister play the role of a slut for this demented beast, she would want to vomit. For really, what was the difference who was the slut and who was the virginal cocksucker, as ironic as that is, when they both look the same. Did it even matter? What she hated even more was calling him “daddy.” He was mad, she was sure of it.

 

“Jan,” Jess whispered for fear of him overhearing, “I’m sorry.” She felt guilty that as bad as it was for her, Janice was suffering more. In his mind, she provoked him. She was bad. Jessica could not even fathom what it was like to have his giant cock stuff deep into her pussy or worse, her ass. It must hurt, but she never heard her sister complain. Yet the tears, the slight grimaces, all told plenty. At least she still had hope of saving what’s left of her body for the right man if she were to escape the ordeal. Tears began to well up. Janice loved Steve so much. To have something so precious and delicate so savagely stripped away was cruel, inhumane.

 

The sister’s embraced. It was nothing sexual and every bit emotional. “It’s okay,” Janice soothed, still playing the role of protector and trying her best to be the pillar of strength despite her own fragility. “We’ll get through.”

 

“I love you,” Jess sobbed.

 

“I know, I know,” Janice acknowledged.

 

“Why won’t you give her a kiss while you’re at it?” a gruff male voice said.

 

The girls recognized it and obey. Joe was naked and assumed the casual position between the girls. The warm shower ran hitting his body and matting his body hair. When the water stopped, the soapy bodies of the girls pressed tightly against his. Jessica, who was behind Joe, knelt down to part his slightly flabby ass cheeks. She took a large whiff of air before diving in. It was her duty to lick the space in between clean.

 

Joe’s large hard on was being massaged and soap by the small hands of the elder sister. She kissed him deeply and passionately. He felt her nipples and soft tits pressed into him. He closed his eyes to soak in the sensation. It was too much. When he opened them anew, he saw Janice, looking down on her hands. There were strands of coming that webbed her outstretched fingers. Without looking at Joe, she raised her hand to her mouth.

 

With hands behind his head, Joe looked at the little Chinese girl grinding away on his cock. Nothing obstructed his view of her magnificent body for her little hands were handcuffed behind her. He put both hands on her thighs, her taut little thighs that lay on either side of his. He ran his hands up and down them for a while, feeling their smoothness. She worked hard as the film of perspiration showed. He moved to a tit and squeezed.

 

She continued to make her small circular movements with her hips as if swinging to an invisible hola hoop. Her panting increased and shortened, and he also felt the need to cum. Joe looked into his slave bitch’s eye sternly. Janice arched back onto her hands to help herself into a squatting position. Without letting go of her daddy’s cock, she slowly lowered herself onto it until his cock was completely buried into her little fuckhole. Then, very slowly, she rose again. It was difficult to keep her balance without her hands, but she somehow managed. Joe liked this. In part, he made her shave off what little pubic hair she had was so that she could see her impale herself, fuck herself, and rape herself.

 

As he watched this magical disappearing act of his large cock, he couldn’t help but think the validity of the rumors about Asian pussy. This was downright the tightest fuck hole he’s been in. He chuckled a bit as he thought of the early misconceptions of Chinese whores having slanted slits. Looks straight to me. It always amazed him how the cunt worked. Soft and warm, and on such a tiny girl, it would seem shallow, but as he sees his manhood being buried again, he couldn’t help be amazed.

 

Janice did not have the luxury of idle thought. Her thigh muscles ached from the act. In fact, she thought over the weeks they’ve gotten stronger because of it. However, she hated fucking herself and almost preferred him to rape her like before. It was less sluttish. Yet here she was, exposing her naked self and having this 48 year old rapist stare at her bald pussy, her most private of places, while she performed the supposedly most intimate act between a man and woman. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this! A part of her wanted the act over with, to make the idiot cum, but she knew better. If he doesn’t last at least an hour, he would be embarrassed, and she would pay dearly. She could only silently prayed that he would have enough. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long.

 

After a few more agonizing minutes, Joe decided it was enough. He threw her down onto the bed. Her long legs that only half a month ago would have spread for no one, naturally moved apart. He splayed them even more with his muscular arms, the only part of his body that was even slightly toned. He pushed them up onto either side of the bedposts so that Janice’s sex pointed up and opened. Joe literally pistoned and jackhammered her cunt.

 

“Ehhh…Ohh…Ehhh…(gasp)…Ohh…Daa—(gasp)—ddyyyyyy…aah….hhhard..er…fuckme…harder…”

 

Joe didn’t care if it was real or not. He wanted to fuck her to death, to spear her cunt, to stab her bowels. Finally, he came and pulled out. He collapsed onto her then rolled to the side. Janice obligatorily kissed and thanked the man that had so savagely ravished her pussy. Cum was still leaking out of it and stained her thighs. She hated that sensation and wished she was free to shower or even just wiping it away would be a blessing. Instead, she usually just lied there. What was the difference between a blow up doll and me? She was always tied up in one fashion or another when in bed with Joe. Was it for the dominance or for his safety? If he trust her with sucking his cock, why not her with the full use of her limbs? There were no weapons in the bedroom or house that she knew of or had access to. There were alarmed motion detectors so that Joe would awaken should she tried to escape. Rescuing Jess was out of the question since the basement doors were locked. The only alternative was for her to kill him with her bare hands, but she couldn’t even wrap her small hands around his large neck.

 

His fears, if they were so, were unfounded. As much as she wanted to kill him, to bite off his ugly cock whenever she sucked him, Janice didn’t dare. Joe had threatened to rip out her sister’s teeth if he even felt teeth. Additionally, she had been literally scared shitless when Joe demonstrated the power of a firecracker in stuffed meat, one that he would insert into their cunts if they ever attempt to bite his cock off.

 

Joe stroked her hair and gently held her chin. She hated his feigned acts of lovingness and gentleness infinitely more than his brutality. They were so fake, but she played along. She braced herself for listening to this sick man describe to her yet another one of his perverted fantasies, ones that she would usually have to pretend to share or be enthusiastic to try out. Instead, she was surprised of the topic.

 

“I have to let one of you go,” he said, looking into her dark eyes.

 

Janice was taking aback and for awhile she was at a lost for words. Then she inched toward him and cooed, “Keep me, daddy.” She kissed his chin then moved onto his neck. “I—I love you. I hated you before, but now, after the first time…” she lied, and continued to do so by adding, “I belong to you. Let me be your little girl. Your slave girl, your pet. Anything, just keep me.”

 

She sounded so convincing, but Joe knew better. The girl moved down to his hairy chest and began to suckle his equally hairy nipple. Kissing further down still, she licked and sucked down the midline of his belly until she reached his cock. Joe closed his eyes.

 

“Joe! Joe!”

 

Joe awoke to find himself staring at run down little house. It was his friend Keith who was calling to him. “So you’re going to help me tear this bitch down?” the man asked.

 

“Uh..yea. Sure. Just thinking about where to start,” he lied. He saw Keith disappear into the house. Fucking prick. You asked me to help you because you’re too cheap to get a wrecking crew you old fuck. An evil thought crept over his mind. Should blow the whole fucking place down and bury your ass in it. He stopped.

 

“Joe!”

 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’M THINKING!” And indeed he was.

 

When Keith reemerged from the house, he saw Joe standing in the same place but this time there was a bright smile on his face.

 

“I ain’t go no money, but I can do a thing or two on that car of yours,” Keith said.

 

Joe laughed. “No no Keith. Nothing needed. Say, when was the last time you did a stunt?”

 

Janice sat in the car with Joe. She was quiet and didn’t even ask where he was taking her. They drove for sometime until they reached a small run down shack. Joe got out and took his little girl with him. Janice stood, with the same indifferent look on her face, while Joe set about laying out the final parts of the wires.

 

“Know what I’m doing?” he asked the girl.

 

“No daddy,” she replied, nor do I care, she wanted to add.

 

“I’m blowing up this house. I want to show you some fireworks.”

 

What a fucking psycho. She watched as the man work. Finally, he was done and he stood next to her with a hand over her shoulder.

 

“You see?” Joe said, pointing to the various cables. “This runs to that dingy shit house that the owner uses as a garage. This runs to the back shaq, and this is the main house. And this, is the control that blows them away.” Joe pushed one of them a loud boom cracked through the night air. Janice, despite her disinterest, jumped.

 

Joe pushed another, and the shaq was blown up, just like the garage. A small flame ensured. Joe was about to press the final button when he realized he had drop his wallet in the beaten house. He detached the cable and placed the remote on top of the car and ran into the house to search for his wallet. Janice, at first stared blankly at the house. She heard Joe cursing. “Fucking horse shit. FUCK!” He scared her almost as much as the explosion, and it triggered her intense hate for the man. Then she saw the cable. She looked around as if there were anyone around in the desolated place.

 

Her heart picked up its pace as she turned around and picked up the remote. Janice’s small hands trembled as she fumbled with the plugs and the wires. “FUCK!” Joe’s voiced boomed. Janice dropped the remote onto the dirt floor. She fumbled with it for a second before finally being able to attach the device in the dark.

 

She stood up and stared at the house. She saw the detonation button. “FUCKING CUNTSHIT WHORE!” She heard Joe shout. A barrage of memories of her watching Joe fucking her. He had used those same words. She hated the words. They were mean, hurtful. The man was all evil. Her normally big, bright eyes narrowed and she hit the button.

 

“You son of a bitch, what the fuck you doing here?” she heard Joe asked.

 

“I----” It was a different voice! Another man. Janice’s heart leapt out of her body and her eyes darted to and fro. Immediately she tried to yank the cables out but it was too late. A Seconds later, a large boom filled the night air, and immediately following the loud cracking of glass as a body flew out into the dirt path, slightly afire. The sound of the collapsing wood drowned out his screams, but when it all died down, so did him.

Janice fell to her knees. She didn’t even see Joe’s hand come down hard on her cheek. She fell forward.

 

“Fucking cunt!!! You fucking retard slant-eyed, murderous cunt!” Joe said, grabbing a tuft of her hair and pulling her to her feet. He was covered in dust.

 

“You stupid whore,” he said, yanking her by her hair to the man. They stopped some ways away. The dead man was still smoldered and his clothes were torn. His face looked like the remnants of a picked about couch cushion. That was the last thing she saw before her world went blank and Janice fainted.

 

“Joe, is it cool she being out like that?” said Keith as he got up and removed the protective foam face mask. He removed and tossed the ear plugs aside.

 

“Yea,” said Joe, still not being able to contain his pleasure. “We had a slight argument, and I think she deserves a good scare.”

 

“I—you sure she’s ok?”

 

“Yea, I’m going to take her home.” With that, Joe lifted the tiny Chinese girl over his shoulder. “Oh,” he said, turning around, “Give me a call when you need me to do some electrical work.”

 

 

Janice awoke startled. Quickly, her sister’s arms fell around her, and she started to cry anew. This time, all her vulnerabilities were exposed. She started mumbling and crying. Jessica too started to tear. “I---don’t---oh God, Jess-I thought…he…I didn’t want to.”

 

“It’s okay Jan. I know what happened. It’s not your fault.”

 

Janice stared at her sister. “You know??? How?”

 

Jessica, in a cracked voice, replied, “I saw it. He had it on tape. A video camera in his car. He said he was testing you, but instead it caught you-caught the incident.”

 

Janice was stunned. The mad man now had her committing murder on tape. For the first time in her life, Janice was out of ideas. All she could do was cry.

 

Both Jan and Jess knelt, with spreader bars hooked to their ankle cuffs. What made the predicament even more difficult was the manner with which the sister’s upper body were hooked together so that one could not move freely away from the position assumed by the other. The genius of this lied entirely in the construction of the bar and the manner with which Joe cuffed his slaves to it. To begin, the bar was similar to the spreader bar save it had a metal collar in the center that locked around the small necks of Jan and Jess. He first cuffed Janice to the bar so that she resembled the letter “X” with a horizontal line running across the top and bottom of the figure. Next he cuffed one of Jessica’s hand to the bar. With the other hand, he first threaded it between the space formed by Jessica’s hand and the restraining bar so that now the two sisters’ were essentially linked together like a horizontal figure “8.”This arrangement bounded the sisters like the way the chinks of a chain did to one another.

 

Janice was cursing at him the entire time while Jessica simply shed wasted tears. “You know, I won’t be such a stupid cunt if I were you. I can put YOU in jail,” Joe taunted.

 

“FUCK YOU. You’re the fucking psycho. Call the cops. I don’t care. It was an accident. I’ll serve time, whatever. But you, you’ll be in longer than I. So FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! SONOF A FUCKING WHORE!”

 

Joe slapped Jessica again and again, until Janice finally calmed down. “You know what cunt, maybe I should just fuck the both of you, then rip off both of your clits then turn all of us in. Mind as well right? Then you and sis here can both be some lesbian fucktoys for some overweight black whore. How’s that?”

 

“Leave her out of it. It was my mistake. You should’ve died. But Jessica has nothing to do with it.”

 

“Tsk tsk,” said Joe. “You know what this is here?” he took out the small plastic remote detonator. It was now in a small plastic bag. “Guess who touched it last?”

 

“I did! So what? Jess told me you taped me. So fuck it.”

 

Joe laughed hard.

 

“It was me, Jan,” Jessica finally spoke. “When you were out, he handed me it and told me to touch and play with it.” Janice’s eye widened. She wasn’t prepared for this.

 

“That’s right bitch. The three of us are going to hell. Once we’re there, I’ll still fuck you two.”

 

Joe took out his cell phone. “Let’s see. If I turn this tape in with the evidence anonymously, and then turn you two cunts in, I wonder who would be doing life or who would be getting the chair? A lifetime of pussy licking and fucking. I hear the male guards like a tight little asian cunt like you, or maybe a big fucking orgy fucking the shit out of you or you.”

 

He continued, “Of course, then there is the hallucinatory speech of yours, saying I abduct you, raped you, blah blah. This cunt is still a virgin. And you’re a slut. So it’s a gentleman’s word against a slut’s. Or maybe I should just come out and show everyone where the two of you psycho whores buried the body. Then your accusations are nothing more than retaliatory lies to cover up for one another and to frame me, a responsible citizen.”

 

The girls fell silent. Janice did not want her sister going to jail on her behalf. Yet it was impossible to prove otherwise. They were twins, it was impossible to tell them apart, and with the evidence. She ground her teeth in disgust. She really was a dumb cunt that was out maneuvered by this white trash man.

 

Meanwhile, Jessica’s mind was conjuring up the horrors of prison life. The rapes, the shame, the terrible image of seeing herself or her sister fried on the electrical chair. She kept shaking her head.

 

“My phone here is voice activated. I’m going to help you out. You can either be a good little slave cunt and do as I say and these stuff will be kept in a very, very safe place. Or you can make the call to the authorities yourself. Nine….one….” he said the numbers slowly. Then he handed the phone to Janice’s ear and waited. She lowered her head, and he moved to Jessica who also lowered her head.

 

“Ok that does it then,” he said, flipping the phone off. “You’re my cunts, and I did my cunts a favored by covering up for them. I could get in trouble for this, so what should they do to thank me?”

 

He looked into their eyes. Both sets were still brimming with hate. They turned to one another before saying in unison, “Thank you daddy.”

 

Joe smiled. “But you’ve been bad cunts. One especially. So…” he said threateningly, “there must be discipline.” He had picked up a birch and swung in the air.

 

Janice’s hand tightened into a small fist, ready to absorb the torture. Instead it was her sister who screamed. Three quick lashes were aim at Jessica’s tits. Joe stopped, and picked up two alligator clips. He massaged Jessica’s tits. Jessica sobbed and whispered “no” the entire time. Not since the first day did she feel the lash. It was her sister who bared the brunt of the tortures.

 

“EEEEEAAYYYYAAAA,” she screamed as she felt the jagged teeth of the clamps bite into her nipple.

 

“NO, DADDY. Not Jess. Clamp me. Whip me!” Janice screamed.

 

Joe clamped on the other and Jessica screamed again. When her screams died back down, he turned to Janice and said, “Now you understand the need to obey?”

 

Janice kept nodding her head. The clamps used on her were merely either wooden clothespins or screwed on clamps, but nothing as cruel looking as those on her sister’s nipples. Here she was, virtually bound next to Jess, and all she could do was be witness to her torture. Taking up the birch, Joe proceeded to decorate Jessica’s stomach with more welts. Janice pleaded and shouted, while Jessica screamed. Joe went wild. Finally, he stopped and sat down. The girls, still kneeling, were both covered in tears and snot. The places where the birch had been showed rather prominently on the ivory skin of Jessica.

 

Joe took out a roll of long incense and lit them up. A captivating smell filled the air. He took a whiff of it and exhaled deeply. “I love incense. Puts you in a great meditative mind. Calms you down too.” He walked up to the girls with a handful of burning incense. The girls tried to knee walk backwards. “STOP!” Joe shouted. Knowing the futility of their acts, both stopped, hoping to appease him with their obedience.

 

The woody scent continued its strong unapologetic assault of the girls’ sense of smell as the man holding them would their bodies. He ran the body of the incenses along the inner thighs of the younger sister. Jessica shuddered in fear as she felt the heat of the tips. She felt it moving closer to her sex, and she shook visibly in place. He was a sadist to the extreme.

 

“DADDY, please. I’m so sorry. I’m a stupid cunt…” Janice continued her self-degrading act. Joe was fed up. Placing the burning incenses on the ground, he took out a ring gag. “Open up…” he cooed.

 

Janice had no choice but to obey. When that was accomplished, he took off his clothes to reveal his large semi-erect cock. He picked up his pair of briefs which had a blotch of pre-cum on it and smeared that on to Janice’s face before stuffing it deep into her mouth. “That’s better. That mouth is for cocksucking, not talking. Now, Janice. I want you to pay attention to this. When I’m through, I’ll give you ample time to apologize and to think of an answer to one question. Do you know what that is?”

 

Janice shook her head again as strands of drew fell before her kneeling body.

 

“The question is HOW. I want you to tell me HOW you should be punished and for HOW long it should last. I want it to be fair. Do you agree that Jessica is innocent?”

 

Again Janice nodded, only more vehemently this time.

 

“So if she is innocent and she is punished thus, it is only fitting that the real perpetrator suffer more and for a longer duration. Right?”

 

Janice nodded.

 

“Good. Keep your eyes open. I want you to remember.”

 

Picking up an incense, he tapped it gently on the rising and falling tit of Jessica, who by this time no longer begged but merely sobbed. Grabbing the nipple clamp, he lifted a tit and then stabbed the burning tip on the underside of her right breast. A deafening scream ensured. He repeated with her other tit. This time, Jessica’s voice cracked halfway and she almost fell backwards, but Joe held on to one of her C-cup tits and pulled her forward. Joe continued the assault on the underside of her tits three more times before moving on to her underarms. This time, he took a handful of the incense and jammed it into her soft meat. She tried to lower he shoulders to quickly bring out the glowing tip, but her bondage prevented it. By the second go around, Janice wanted to vomit and probably would have had there not been the gag. Jessica started mumbling gibberish. The pain was too much.

 

“How’s daddy’s little girl? Still want to be disobedient?”

 

“No, daddy. Please, no more.” Jessica said through each labored breath.

 

“Ah, but there is one more,” Joe said as he lit up another incense. While holding the burning stick of terror with one hand, his other hand dove down to her sex and began a rhythmic massage of her clitoris. Jessica’s eye widened. She mustered up what voice and energy she had left to say, “God, no…anything PLEASEEEEE!”

 

At this juncture, Janice too was awake and felt strongly about this demonstration of power. Without thinking, Janice nudged Joe with her body. He turned and listened to her muffled cries. “You want to talk?”

 

She nodded. “Here, you think you can hold this between your lips?” he said as he place the burning incense between Jessica’s inviting lips. Joe pulled out his underwear and took off the gag. Janice had a hard time readjusting her jaw, but Joe was patient.

 

“Daddy?” Janice finally managed. “Burn me. On my clit. That way, I’ll always remember.”

 

“Remember what?”

 

“Remember that I am your girl, your slut, whore, bitch, or whatever else you want me to be.”

 

Without thinking, he took the incense with one hand and parted the bald slit of his slave’s cunt with the other. In one smooth motion, he jammed the hot burning stick into the upper part of her slit and Janice’s world went black yet again.

 

The girls were still locked as before. Janice had recovered though all she could feel or think about was the throbbing pain in her clit. It was as if her whole universe shrunk to just that tiny knob. When Joe touched her, she trembled. Her anger had dissipated nicely into fear. She knew her ordeal was far from over.

 

“Come now, let me hear it,” the terrible man said. Seeing the girl’s confused look, Joe reminded her, “You didn’t think that was PUNISHMENT did you?”

 

Janice got the hint. “Daddy, please. I am terribly sorry.”

 

“And yes you are,” Joe concurring while his hands began to roam freely over Jessica’s body. The threat was evident. Janice’s mind was blank. All she knew was she better say something but what.

 

Looking at the girls, Joe knew they won’t last long if he pushed the matter. In a show of mercy, and thus power, he granted Janice a temporary reprieve. To which, Jessica was overjoyed, while Janice sighed in relief. “THANK YOU DADDY!” they almost shouted in unison.

 

“Now, now,” Joe said, as he knelt down and put a hand on each of the girl’s face. “Both of you are daddy’s good little girls from now on right?”

 

The girls nodded. “You will do as Daddy tells you without hesitation and will never EVER disobey, right?”

 

Again, the girls nodded. “If you disobey, I will make what happened today seem like a walk in the park,” he warned looking into the fearful eyes of Jessica.

 

“I understand, Daddy.”

 

“And you,” he said, looking at Janice, who immediately jumped to attention, knowing how much he liked to pick on her, “Your punishment was postponed. If you’re the model whore I want you to be, there might be a chance I’ll give you an opportunity to make up for it. Otherwise…” He rubbed her soft, sensitive clit. This was Joe’s unspoken way of communicating.

 

“I won’t daddy.”

 

“You better not,” said Joe sternly as his hands cupped and twisted her tit cruelly. “Because I am being generous…because I am a great guy…because I love you. I should send you and your sister to the chair. You tried to kill me and killed an innocent man. We don’t even fucking know who he is. What about his family? Wife? Kids? Then I had to risk my hide to bury him. Give the man a decent burial.”

 

Janice closed her eyes trying to stop the tears. She felt horrible. The man was innocent and she killed him. Yet she doesn’t want to die. She would be willing to turn herself in for manslaughter but this man made it murder, murder that had her completely innocent little sister implicated right in the middle of. “I’m sorry.”

 

“Sorry isn’t enough!” Joe said louder. “You will repent for what you did to the man. You will repay me as well. I will help you. From now on, you will serve and give back to man. Since you’re a murderous bitch with no soul, then your whore’s body is what you will use to give and make reparations with. You here?”

 

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered.

 

“Yes what?”

 

“Yes, I understand. I will serve and give back to man, with my whore’s body, I will repay my debt.”

 

“Good,” he said stroking her back like a father would his daughter. “Tonight, you shall remain here to think about what you girls have done wrong and repent. Tomorrow is a new day.”

 

Joe got up to leave when Janice again spoke up. “D-daddy?” Joe looked back.

 

“W-wwould you please take off those?” she said, turning to the angry alligator clips biting into Jessica’s nipples.

 

Joe didn’t answer her. Instead, he walked over to his toys and grabbed a similar pair of clips. Walking back to Janice, he clipped them to her nipples to make the suffering pair an exact replica of one another. Miserable and hurt, the sisters’ knelt in shame, thinking over the horrible experiences of the day and dreading the beginning of their new life.