DOUBLE OR NOTHING Chapter 1

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

   

     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.

     It is usually a long time between postings for my stories.  In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones.  Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated.  Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

DOUBLE OR NOTHING Chapter 2

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

     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.

                               -o0o-

      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.

     It is usually a long time between postings for my stories.  In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones.  Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated.  Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

  

DOUBLE OR NOTHING Chapter 3

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

    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.

                         -o0o-

 

     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.

                              -o0o-

     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.

     It is usually a long time between postings for my stories.  In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones.  Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated.  Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

DOUBLE OR NOTHING Chapter 4

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

     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.

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DOUBLE OR NOTHING Chapter 5

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

    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.”

 

                        -o0o-

     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.

 

                            -o0o-

 

     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.”

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DOUBLE OR NOTHING Chapter 8

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

     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.

                               -o0o-

           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.”

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DOUBLE OR NOTHING Chapter 9

T.S. FESSELN

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     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.”

                          -o0o-

     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.”

                                  -o0o-

     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.

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