Disclaimer:  This story is a work of fiction and includes adult situations and extreme acts of sexual depravity, including rape and torture.  It is intended for adults only.  If you are under the age of eighteen or, in some jurisdictions, twenty-one, do not continue past this point.  If you desire to read on, it is by your own choice and responsibility as a free adult in a free society.  All characters in this story are fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.  The author does not condone any nonconsensual sexual activity in the real world.  This is fantasy, not reality, and it should stay that way.

 

 

Joseph Kempton was tired. His eyelids were heavy, and they droop constantly. He had a few close calls driving this lonely and desolate road. Yet, he drove it daily. Joe had lived closer to the city before but has since moved further away. The business at his three man repair shop was slow, listless, and most likely unprofitable. He should pay more attention to it especially since he had spent thirty of his forty eight years slaving away to open it.

 

The headlights lit up a large granite boulder sitting on the side of the road. Joe made an abrupt turn, almost missing the hidden path that he had discovered several years ago. The dirt path slowly gave way to a cement driveway and a cabin styled house. His formerly droopy eyes now lit up. He was happy to be home. Work was harsh. For few measly dollars, he allowed the world to trod on him, his dignity, and self-esteem. Yet at home, he was safe, sheltered, and most of all king.

 

The first thing Joe does when he comes home was to strip down and hit the shower. Yet for the past two days, his routine had changed somewhat, just as his life had. Instead, he stripped down and headed straight into his storage room. It was ironically empty, and in the middle of the room laid a trap door that Joe lifted with ease, opening up to the stairs that led him down into an underground chamber that was almost as large as the building above.

 

The lighting was adjustable and every time he was here, he had it up. He wanted to see his prized babies and treasured toys. In the middle of the room were two asian girls. Under the bright glow of the lights, it was impossible not to say they were gorgeous. Both had large dark almond shaped eyes and long shouldered length black hair. And each, were small and petite. Even standing on tip toes, they were no more than five-five, five-six.

 

As of the last 12 hours, this was what they were doing. Both girls stood on one foot, and their small 105 lbs. frame rested solely on the tips of their toes. The small of their calves were taut, and Joe traced their legs up to their small rounded buttocks and wispy waist. Resting on their ample small-sized C-cup breasts were beads of sweat as were the rest of their bodies. However, it was this that Joe noticed as their nipples stood erect, red, and sore. The main cause of this was Joe’s ingenious handiwork. Each girl stood only on one foot as the big toe of other was lifted and bounded in the air to their nipple. Had the girl rested her foot, her nipple would have been torn from her breast.

 

Needless to say, their bodies were twisted over to slacken the pressure and soothe the sore muscles. Even in their fatigue state, they had heard Joe’s footsteps and slowly turned to stare tiredly at him. The girl on the left was like the classic Chinese beauty. Her skin was ivory white and smooth. The girl on the right had a tanned complexion. Both were toned and athletic as their endurance stood proof of it. It was only when they lifted their faces that the casual observer could see that the two young women were twins, exact replicas of one another save for the aforementioned difference – a trait that Joe especially enjoyed.

 

He walked over to the whiter sister and grabbed a hold of her tit flesh. She yelped and tried to twist away.

 

“Please Joe, don’t do this to her.” The girl’s voice was harsh and sounded as tired as she looked. As he pulled the girl by her tits to him, he gave her a wet messy lick that lapped up a small stream of tear. He turned to the other girl and flashed a contented, defiant grin as if saying, “See, I can do as I please.”

 

“Take me instead. I met you first. You want me.”

 

Joe ignored her and continued to nibble at her sister’s neck, then tit and nipples. All the while, he listened to her plea. It was true. He had met her first. Janice Liu was the girl who called Joe’s Repair. Joe had come personally and was immediately taken by her simple charm. She had seemed like a nice girl, the type he had wished he had met sooner. Then he would have been married and even have a kid or two. Instead, his life was plagued by bad luck. So instead, he spent the sexual energy of his youth on porn, strip joints, and cheap whores. Yet when he met Janice Liu, he felt something different.

 

The residence was old and small. Janice had asked for an estimate on a much needed repair of the air condition. The price quoted, though high, was fair, and so she paid him for the job. He wanted to prolong his stay, but soon gave up the idea. It was a simple job and if he took too long, it would make himself seem incompetent. Besides, she was too young, too pretty, and too intelligent. In short, Janice was too good for him.

 

He was surprised several weeks later to see their address show up on his company’s appointment list one day, and he made sure it was he and not one of his men who went. This time, it was for the vents. “You guys do a great job and are fair,” she had said, smiling at him. Over the course of the year, Joe began to offer Janice discounts. The girl had unabashedly took them, calling in for more repairs as soon as they had the money.

 

A slow transformation began at the Liu residence and in Joe’s heart. He was in love. He was sure the girl felt the same. It was not his fair practice or the discounts he gave that attracted her, but him. He was surprised to find Janice being distant and aloof one day only to be even more shock to find later that it was Jessica who admitted him. Despite their similarities, he was attracted only to Janice.

 

However, it was during his last repair visit when this all changed. Janice had wanted the water heater replaced, and as Joe was busy working, he had overheard Janice talking with Jessica.

 

“Are you really going to work abroad Jan?”

 

“Absolutely. This is a great internship, and plus, there’s Steve.”

 

“Steve is a great guy. You’re so lucky. I just can’t believe he proposed. So I assume you’re accepting?”

 

“I don’t know. I want to focus on my career first. You know, ever since mom and dad died, we’ve been struggling. So…I don’t know…but I love him so eventually,” Janice said with a sigh.

 

That bitch! Joe had wanted to slap her right then and there. She had played him. All the times she called and the little chats they had were just for his repair services. She had milked him for the discounts. The smiles and the thank you notes were all fraudulent. She was a whore. He was heartbroken. Yet Joe contained himself. Perhaps she was shy and didn’t know his intentions. So he told himself that the next time he would tell her his feelings. The result was even worse.

 

She pretended to be confused, shocked, and started with lies and excuses. When he tried to kiss her to show her how he felt and allowed her to feel his love, she had slapped him. Then afterwards, all was silent. No more calls for repairs. He was used, and he vowed to even the score. Joe glared at the bounded girl as he continued to assault her sister. His hands ran down her flat abdomen, across her mound, and along her girly slit. He continued to look at Janice. One of his fat fingers slowly parted her sex lips as the girl began to shook her head and would have whimpered “no” had he not stop her by kissing her. Suddenly, he stopped. Virgin. He gave Janice another chilly grin.

 

“Joe, please. You are right last night. I admit. I’m a slut. I played you. Let Jess go. Let me show you how much I love you.”

 

Finally, he let go of Jessica. Interpreting this as her success, Janice continued in as sexy of a voice as she knew, “Joe I love you. I just didn’t know better. I’ll be the perfect girl.”

 

Joe went to a rack and picked up a long punishment cane. The girl stopped her pleading and even the shell shocked Jessica stopped crying. “You’ve been such a slut. No a fucking SLUT WHORE!” Joe could no longer control his anger. Even bounded as she was, this bitch was trying to seduce him. He began to lash at her, aiming only at her upper thigh. Both girls screamed.

 

With her arms bound behind her and one big toe bounded to her nipple, Janice could do nothing but hold still and scream. Finally, Joe stopped. Tears and snot drip from her beautiful face. A strong hand lifted her chin and wiped away the mess. “You’re a filthy slut. Jessica there is a virgin. Why would I want a slut?”

 

He started to walk toward Jessica again. Janice quickly shook off her trance. “I’m a virgin too.” Joe stopped as if thinking, then he continued his pace. “Believe me. I can show you. I’ve saved myself for a man like you.”

 

He turned around. Janice’s eyes were wide with hope. She had gotten this psycho into their world, not her sister, and it should be her who should pay for the mistake. All the while, Jessica just shook and sobbed.

 

“A slut like you, a virgin? You must be giving tons of head or fucking with that bumhole of yours.”

 

“No. I-I—haven’t ever did any of those…” the girl blushed.

 

The man was up in her face now, smelling her. He took a handful of her tit and squeezed roughly. She yelped, but seeing his face, she quickly turned it into a soft moan. His hands roamed down into her sex, inspecting. A wide wicked smile came over Joe’s face as he discovered her precious hymen. “I’ll be damn. A fucking virgin whore. Your cunt’s too precious for a cock? You cock tease!”

 

“No PLEASE!” Janice screamed, squinting her eyes shut.

 

She heard the dreaded cane swish the empty air. “AaaaaHHHhhh!” she heard her sister scream. Three more swift blows follow and they were all aimed cruelly at singly taut tit that was cruelly stretched by the bondage.

 

“NoooooooOOOO! Joe, please. Hit me. Punish me. I deserve it.”

 

Joe stopped. “Hmmm…where should I punish you?”

 

The girl thought for a moment before saying, “My bottom.”

 

He stepped behind her and tapped her bottom. Janice shuddered. “It’s no good,” Joe whispered into her ear. “Some place more painful,” he cooed as he walked back toward Jessica.

 

“No, not again,” Jessica whimpered as she tried to hop away, as much as the ropes allow.

 

His cane came again onto her stretched tit. “MY BREAST!” shouted Janice.

 

Joe stopped again. He stared at Janice who lowered her eyes and whispered, “Please Joe, hit my breast.”

 

He lifted her chin with the cane. “Watch and listen carefully,” he said calmly. SWIIIISSSH! The soft pliable stick cut through the air until it made loud contact with her tit flesh. “YEOOOOOOWwWW!”

 

“A nice girl has breasts, but a bitch like you have tits!” he screamed as two more blows came down on her. He waited until she calmed down. Walking up to her, he again removed the strings of saliva and snot from her face. Gently wiping away the tears, he patted her head. “It’s okay. It hurts doesn’t it?” Still sobbing, Janice could only nod.

 

Jessica sobbed with her as she watched from some seven or eight feet away. All Janice could feel was the pain and didn’t know how her sister could manage so many more blows. “Please Joe,” she finally managed to say between sobs, “don’t hit us anymore. I’ll do anything you want. Just let my sister go.”

 

“I can’t promise anything. What happens if you lie to me again and run off with some other prick.”

 

“I won’t Joe. I’ll be loyal this time. Just you,” she pleaded.

 

“Hmm…” Joe stepped back, looking at the sisters. Janice was looking at him with entreating eyes, begging him through the tears to take her and only her. Jessica was too scared to say anything and kept her gaze downward. To him, each sister elicited their own special charm. Jessica was an angel. Her skin was so white and ivory, like her person, unblemished. Yet when he looked at Janice, her tanned physique silently screamed of sex! However, she was a slut despite what the evidence. No she was worst then that. She tempted but never gave out. He needed to correct her, make her understand her place, if not for himself, then for other men. This was Joe’s duty.

He looked again at Jessica. Why shouldn’t he have both? Jessica would be his reward for doing the world a service. He would train Janice and win Jessica’s heart. He smiled at the thought.

 

“Slut!”

 

“Yes, Joe?” Janice replied.

 

“She’s not a slut!” Jessica screamed back. Her eyes finally gleamed with hate and defiance. She could no longer hold back. She was afraid, but seeing her sister offering herself to this disgusting beast was too much. Tonight, she would either be beaten to death or vomit to death seeing her sister such.

 

Joe’s smile widened. “I don’t think so either, but your sister might disagree. Right?”

 

Janice’s eyes darted between her sister’s and the beast that stood between them, the very shape of an unholy trinity. Finally, she blushed and softly sighed, “I AM a slut.”

 

“See? But don’t worry, good old Joe’s here to make sure you won’t turn out like your sister,” he said while he ran his hands over her porcelain skin. She hopped back, but he didn’t pursue further. Instead he walked to Janice and began to untie her cruel bondage. Immediately, she dropped the leg that was held up. Joe spent the next minute slowly unknotting the rope around her nipple. As blood ran back into it, she gave a soft yelped.

 

“Please, undo Jess’ as well.”

 

Joe seemingly complied, but instead of untying the rope, he produced a long pair of scissors which he snapped menacingly.

 

“You’re crazy!” screamed Jessica as she tried to hop away to no avail. Joe had one arm wrapped around her shoulder as the other held the blades close to her elongated nipple.

 

“Don’t! What is it you want?”

 

“Security. You know, you broke my heart and now I’m a little insecure. I don’t know if I can trust you.”

 

“You can. I promise!”

 

“But you’ve been such a slut. I don’t know if you can change.”

 

“Yes. I will. I can.”

 

“Hmm…” Joe taunted, “maybe I should teach you. Do you want to learn?”

 

“Yes. YEsyesyes…” she nodded vehemently.

 

Joe let out a hearty laugh. “You want to learn before knowing what I have to teach? Do you know what I want to teach?” She shook her head. “Take a guess.” Joe tapped the cane against his free hand.

 

“To behave?” the girl asked.

 

“Behave? I guess that’s close. Behave how?”

 

She thought for awhile before adding, “How not to be a slut?”

 

“Don’t Janice. Don’t talk to the psycho.” Jessica pleaded. She knew this stupid game was to humiliate her sister, but Janice ignored her.

 

“Tsk tsk…NO,” Joe said affirmatively. “You know what your fault is?” Again, the girl shook her head. How can she be at fault? She never liked the fucking loser. She never even flirted with him. She wanted to say, “For fucking calling you in the first place. For being nice to and smiling at you.”

 

“For thinking you’re too pure, too precious for men like me. I’m too old, too out of shape for you right? But you needed something from me, wanted me to fix your things for free, so you played with me.”

 

She wanted to deny those false accusations and tell him that he was insane. Yet she knew it was useless. He was going to interpret whichever way his demented mind wanted. So with much self-discipline, she whispered, “Yes, I’m sorry Joe.”

 

“Master. Call me master from now on. From now on, I will take on the laborious job as your master and train you to be something useful. Do you hear?”

 

“Yes, master.”

 

“Now- where was I? Yes. You acted like a slut but in fact you are not.” His cane poked painfully at her sex box. “Your unused cunt is a sin. You’ve tempted, used, and cheated men of their prize, just like you did to me. You’re a fraud. I can’t allow this bigotry. Either you are or are not a slut. Are you a slut? Or is SHE A SLUT?” He pointed at Jessica.

 

“Fuck YOU!” Jessica spat venomously. Tears welled in her eyes as well as Janice. It was more than the torment or the verbal garbage he was dumping on them. Both sister shed tears for the same reason – for what this man was changing them into. Janice accepted all the false charges while Jessica, who almost never cursed nor hated, had poison in her veins. She knew it and hated the man even more for making her hate and having her think of a million evil ways she would kill him given a chance. That broke her the most.

 

“Ah, so maybe you are the slut. You need want to fuck me already,” he said as he took a step in Jessica’s direction.

 

“NO. I’m THE SLUT!!!” shouted Janice.

 

“Oh? But you’re not a real one. Well don’t worry. That’s what I’m going to teach you. How to be a slut. You want that don’t you?” he said, as he gave Jessica’s lifted leg a slight downward tug. The girl led out a scream.

 

“Yes. Teach me master. I want to learn.”

 

He walked behind her and kissed her lips. Janice wanted to move away but wisely remained still. “If I untie you, would you obey.”

 

“Yes master. I will obey.”

 

“Good,” he said as he began to untie her bindings. Almost immediately, Janice fell to the ground. Her limps were weak, sore, and disobedient. Joe was amused and gave the slut a slight kick. Janice fell over but otherwise ignored it and began to massage and move her tightened joints.

 

“Let’s go slut, time to begin learning,” Joe said impatiently as he began to walk toward the stairs.

 

“Master,” Janice asked, “please unbound Jessica.”

 

Joe looked over at the other girl. Another night like this, and her nipple would be torn. So he walked over and freed her big toe from her nipple, but leaving her still bound, with arms behind her back and feet barely touching the ground. Janice waited, as if expecting her sister to be free.

 

“What? That’s it for now unless you want me to tie her by her tits. Is that what you want?”

 

“Nononono,” Janice stammered.

 

“Then let’s go,” Joe commanded.

 

Janice got up unsteadily onto her feet and walked after Joe, but the man suddenly turned around and took a swipe at her with his cane. Instinctively, Janice fell backwards to avoid the hit. “ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES!!!” he bellowed. Even Jessica jumped at his sudden outburst of anger. Janice quickly did as told. “Get up, on your knees, hands behind your head.”

 

The girl complied.

 

“Let me explain something. When I try to punish you, you take it. DON’T EVER TRY TO AVOID IT!” Joe screamed again as he swung full force at her tits. A piercing shriek filled the room as Janice’s hands quickly left their designated place to massage her sore mammary. “What did I say????”

 

The girl quickly resumed her position but fresh tears welled in her eyes. “Let’s try this again. I’ll keep doing it until you can keep still.”

 

After three more attempts, Janice was finally able to take the beating. She locked her fingers tightly around one another and held her hands close to her head, even wrapping her hair around them to prevent their instinctive movement. Joe was satisfied after seeing the long angry welt on her ample tit flesh.

 

“Now, lesson two. Unless I say it’s okay to walk, you crawl. You here me bitch?”

 

“Yes master.” Janice answered.

 

Joe snapped his finger as he turned around as if gesturing to a dog. Janice understood the clue and began to crawl after her master. Joe again stopped and turned around. Janice jumped slightly, afraid he’ll hit her, but remained in position. Joe patted her on her head, and complimented, “Good bitch. Good slut bitch.” He couldn’t help breaking into a loud laughter as he continued to ascend.

 

Janice turned around and to look at her sister. Perhaps this might be the last time she would see her. The crazy bastard might rape and kill her. She wanted to run to her sister and unbind the cruel bondage. Yet she knew better. That would do neither of them any good.

 

“Come on doggie!” she heard Joe’s voice. Humiliatingly, she lowered her head and crawled as fast as she can, like a human bitch up the stairs to her cruel master.