N SUBMISSION
INTRODUCTION
The twins stood next to each other in the darkened room that was their Master's
receiving room. The room itself was a picture of subtly understated luxury.
Thick carpets, walls hung with expensive, and tasteful works of art, a large
fire burning in the antique fire place, and well stuffed leather armchairs and
sofas scattered around the spacious floor area. In short, it appeared exactly
like the drawing room of a wealthy, 'old english' aristocratic home. It was not,
of course. While the twins' Master was surely wealthy, under no circumstances
could he ever be termed aristocratic. The exact opposite was in fact the case.
He had gained his wealth through criminal activity initially, and even now that
he was wealthy beyond calculation, the sources of his wealth were still sheathed
in secrecy, and, for the most part, hovered on the edge of the law.
In addition to the shady enterprises that filled his coffers at a fantastic
rate, the twins' Master also provided for the bizarre pleasures of the wealthy,
and it was primarily this fact that allowed him to run his elicit empire with
impunity from the law. He had gathered so many secrets to use, if required, on
so many doyens of society, business people, church people, politicians, and
legal captains, that he was , for all intents and purposes, untouchable.
What this shadowy man supplied in the way of elicit pleasures were sexual, and
extremely deviant sexual pleasures at that. He provided for the privileged and
wealthy classes predilection for sado masochistic activities, providing
'Masters' or 'Mistresses' for those whose preferences were to be abused and, of
course, and more prevalent, slaves of either sex for those whose tastes ran to
being the inflictors of abuse. His set up was such that his 'customers' were
guaranteed anonominity, and, naturally, protection from the possible legal
ramifications that might have otherwise arose from the activities involved.
It should be understood, however, that the man protected his assets. No
recipient of his favours was ever permitted to exceed set limits and either
seriously injure, or even risk killing the subjects he provided. This was not
because the man cared all that much about the well-being of the human objects he
specialised in providing, but purely because he considered them to be valuable
assets only, and they did indeed bring in astronomical amounts of money for his
ever burgeoning coffers.
Those practitioners that were used for catering to the more masochistic of the
man's clientele were employed by the man specifically for that purpose. Their
incomes were deliberately made substantial. This ensured that each one was aware
of the need for the absolute security of their activities, and, of course, of
remaining loyal to their employer. There was always, of course, the additional,
eternal threat of physical retribution should any of the people involved stray
from the man's rigidly applied rules, or even contemplate going into business on
their own. Indeed, a couple of disappearances early in the life of this elicit
enterprise still served to ensure no straying.
The subjects used for the other side of the enterprise were a different matter
altogether. The masochists were slaves in the literal meanng of the word. They
received no income whatsoever, and were kept in strict captivity. This was not
to say that they were unwilling participants however, quite the contrary was the
case. One of the man's most valued colleagues in this enterprise was a
psychiatric medical practitioner, with no morals, or medical ethics. This woman
used her skills and training to assess prospective slaves to ascertain if they
were mentally predisposed for the roles they were to play. Not only did she
ferret out candidates for these activities, but also helped to reinforce those
latent tendencies by means of continuous, and intensive conditioning. That she
was successful in these endeavors was evidenced by the cold hard fact that no
slave had ever sought to escape from their captivity in the entire history of
the enterprise.
The stringent captivity into which the slaves were drawn was no less severe and
uncompromising because of their own acquiescence. The individuals might as well
have been in a high security prison for all the freedom they were accorded. They
were rarely allowed out of the confines of the special building that the Master
had had constructed specifically to house, and train them in, without strict
supervision. The only occassions they left those premises were when they were to
be transported to some other establishment, for use by the Master's clients. For
the most part the clients actually came to them, for the specialized buildingin
which they were housed was designed for such activities.
The twins, now standing in silence in the opulent drawing room patiently waiting
for their Master to arrive, had no idea of what was to befall them. They were
used to being summoned into his presence from time to time, usually when he had
some special project in which they were to participate to announce. In fact, if
the truth be known, they were both filled with excitement at the prospect of
some new, particularly frightening and painful encounter to endure. The twins
were the Master's pride and joy, and his most prized human possessions. Both
were true, and natural masochists, a fact that had become most apparent when
they had first came into his possession. They were also both found to be
perfectly bisexual. He had had them in his possession for two years, and during
that time they had been extensively trained, and perfectly conditioned by his
amoral doctor. She had never ceased to marvel at the threshold for enduring pain
and suffering, and the capacity for plumbing the depths of sexual depravity that
the twins had possessed from the very beginning of their captivity. Both would
submit, willingly, to any sexual act no matter how obscene or perverted, and
both would willingly endure all forms of humiliation, pain and suffering without
demure, and neither had ever displayed even the slightest hint of rebellion. The
doctor herself, being a consummate sadist, had explored the twins capacity in
the latter areas to the maximum extent possible, and never ceased to marvel at
their resilience and capacity to endure.
The twins stood in the darkened room, side by side and in complete silence.
There was no furtive whispering between them, no voicing of their hopes for what
this audience might involve. They were too well trained to have even
contemplated such activity, for they were forbidden to communicate in any way,
without the express permission of either a supervisor, or a client. Being the
Master's pride and joy in no way lessened the discipline to which they
submitted, rather, for them such discipline was even more rigidly imposed than
with most other slaves. This was the greater part of the twins allure, that they
were so perfectly subjugated, and so exquitely submissive.
Both were superb examples of human physical perfection, their beautiful bodies
being kept fit, and impeccably toned, by the most rigid fitness resume
imaginable. The hair of each had been professionally removed from everywhere on
their bodies, except for their heads, and their flawless skin had been subtly
decorated with tattoos that both enhanced their natural beauty, and signified
their status in the most humiliating and visually degrading fashion. Both were
entirely naked, with only their bonds to decorate their exquisite beauty.
Indeed, the twins are almost exclusively kept naked. The only times they are
adorned at all is when it is deemed necessary to expose them to public scrutiny,
during transportation to another location for example. Other than that all they
ever wore are adornments or decorations designed to enhance their sensual
beauty, or to add to their humiliation and degradation when they are being used
either by clients, or merely as decorative objects during orgiastic events.
The twins are identical, in so far as twins can be identical when they are of
either sex. Both are of the same height, five feet nine inches, and both are
naturally blond with long, beautifully kept hair. The male's natural facial
features are unusually soft for a person of his sex, and made even more so by
the permanent removal of his beard. A mild course of hormone female treatment
has served to soften his skin, while in no way feminising his superb body. He is
perfectly proportioned but not muscle bound, more like a distance runner than a
sprinter. His superb penis, which now hung limply between his thighs as he stood
motionless in the room, is his most outstanding feature. It is not excessively
large, but unusual in that its length and thickness remain almost identical,
whether the sex organ is aroused, or not. The penis is nine inches in length,
and has a diameter of around an inch and a half. The testicles that nestled at
the base of the immaculate specimen of male sexuality are the size of duck eggs,
and seem to perennially bulge with sap. A closer inspection of the male's penis
reveals that it has been pierced behind its perfectly shaped glans, and if one
looks closely behind the well packed testicle sack one also finds that the skin
there has been pierced as well.
The female twin is exquisitely beautiful. Her body is a picture of feminine
sensuality, long shapely legs, rounded buttocks, a slender waist, and breasts
that appeared almost, but somehow not quite, to large for her body. A deeply
indented naval graces her flat belly, and large pink nipples cap each
immaculately shaped breast. Her skin is pale and creamy and deliciously smooth.
Had she not chosen slavery as her fate she could have made a fortune in any of
the feminine trades, model, actress, or high priced prostitute.
As she stood waiting with her twin at her side her magnificent breasts, rising
and falling softly with each breath, could be seen to show the almost faded
marks of a recent whipping. Her female sex nestled alluringly between her full
thighs, long lips plump and smooth, inner lips just discernible in the slight
gap between them, and a pronounced bulge at the topmost juncture indicating a
clitoris of considerable size. Additionally, if one looked a little more closely
at the outer lips one would see that each has been pierced four times, evenly
spread along each. Also close inspection would reveal that the nipples of both
twins are pierced, along with the more obvious ear piercing, and more bizarrely,
their noses.
Each of the twins wears a tattoo which decorate their lower bellies and
genitals. The tattoos are in the shape of whips, delicately etched into the
skin. The handles beginning just below their navels, and the lengths of the
whips, in the case of the male going down his belly and encompassing his scrotum
before ending in a lash just above the base of his penile shaft, and in the case
of the female, the length of the whip circles the plump lips of her vulva and
the lash is positioned at its apex, on her smooth mound.
The twins stood waiting patiently, no doubt wondering why they had been
permitted to appear before the Master without the normal outward signs of their
bondage. That is to say that the chains linking their wrist and ankle cuffs were
the most liberal of the ones available, and allowed them considerable freedom of
movement, not a normal state of affairs at all, especially when they were to be
viewed. Additionally, and more strangely, their sexes were not locked up, as
they almost always were, except when it was necessary for that delicate and
intimate flesh to be used, or abused as the case may be. These peculiar
circumstances for the twins only served to add to their breathless anticipation,
not to mention awed foreboding of what might be awaiting them.
Muted sounds from outside the room heralded the imminent arrival of the Master.
From the nature of the sounds it was also evident that he was not alone. The
twins, as if by some unheard command, both dropped to their knees, and spread
them wide apart so that their naked crotches were obscenely displayed as soon as
they heard the first sound. Their shackled hands rose and each clasped their
hands firmly behind their deferentially bowed heads, presenting a perfect
depiction of time honoured submission.
The door to the room swung silently open, and two men entered, striding
purposefully into the dimly lit interior. They completely ignored the presence
of the twins, or at least seemed to, as they moved into the lounge area of the
room. One of the men, the twin's Master, offered the stranger a seat, and then
asked him what his pleasure was in the way of a drink. Having gotten a response
he quickly busied himself with preparing drinks, and after giving his guest his,
also sat down in a large leather armchair.
The two men sipped their drinks for a few seconds, and then turned their
attention to the quietly kneeling, patiently waiting twins.
"Well, what do you think, Rene?" The Master asked with a smile.
"The appearance is certainly impressive, Sir Michael." The seated man replied,
then continued, "However, I would like to inspect the merchandise a little more
closely, and administer a couple of little tests, if it's alright with you?"
"You're the client." Sir Michael declared, "Help yourself. You'll find a
selection of appropriate implements over there." He continued, indicating a
large upright cupboard of mahogany against a wall off to their right, "Should
you wish to test the capacity of the merchandise to endure and accept."
The visitor smiled enigmatically as he rose from his seat and placed his half
empty drink of a convenient side table, then strode over to the indicated
cupboard. "I'll certainly test both base animals in that particular area. After
all, their capacity in that respect is my main criteria for them. If they meet
that to my satisfaction, then I'm sure that they will also satisfy me in all
other respects."
The twins almost visibly shuddered, whether with dread, or excitement, is an
entirely mute point, for the cupboard they well knew was stocked exclusively
with instruments designed specifically to inflict pain, and both, as mentioned
earlier, are addicted to being subjects on whom that form of entertainment is
practiced. In fact, if one were to inspect them closely at this time one would
notice that the nipples cresting the female's voluptuous breasts were slowly
stiffening, and the long thick penis hanging between the male's spread thighs
was swelling and twitching, as if it had a mind of its own.
The man returned, but this time to a position towering over the kneeling twins.
He had selected a three foot long riding whip from the Master's collection, and
was tapping his leg with the cruel instrument while he gazed ominously down at
the twins.
"Stand, animals!" he rapped out in a loud voice.
The twins, in perfect unison, and with a perfect grace only arrived at through
years of practice, stood despite their awkward posture, their hands never
leaving their positions, and their legs remaining well spread with their naked
crotches still wantonly thrust outwards. The visitor slowly walked around the
pair, his whip tapping audibly against his black leather trouser leg. He made a
show of inspecting the twins' immaculate nudity for seemingly eons, which, no
doubt, only added to their sense of awed excitement and dread.
The visitor came to a halt in front of the twins. He reached out with his whip
and lightly tapped the smooth flesh of the female's right breast just below the
now fully stiffened nipple to get her attention.
"You, bitch!" He snapped, "Get the hog's slug stiff!"
The female slowly lowered her hands and made to bend down towards her sibling's
crotch, and his already semi erect penis.
"No! You don't need to look at it to work on it, cow! Just get on with it! I
haven't got all day!"
The rasping command was accompanied by a less than gentle slap of the whip into
the tender flesh of her breast. The female twin reacted to both the command, and
the sting of the whip, with a whimper, and an expression of consternation at
having, this early in proceedings, already managed to enrage the powerful
visitor. Her masochistic brain cried out to be punished for this transgression,
a fact that would have been clearly evident had the man deigned to gaze into her
pleading eyes. He did not. Rather just stood waiting, impatiently, for her to
complete the task he had given her.
The girl reached down and her hand unerringly sought out the fleshy tube of her
brother's ever growing penis. She grasped it firmly and, to the accompanying
sounds of clinking chain, began to tug and pull on the swelling shaft. It only
took about thirty seconds for the penis to achieve full erection. The large
organ sprouted stiffly up the male's slightly trembling belly after his twin
released it, and a drop of sticky moisture had already appeared from the slit in
its bulging head.
The leather clad stranger moved slightly to his left, once the girl's hands were
again clasped behind her bowed head, until he stood in front of the highly
aroused male. He looked down at the naked male's rock hard penis with a mocking
leer on his face.
"A fair specimen, hog!" He sneered, tapping the length of the shaft with the
whip, then he lowered the evil instrument slightly, so that its vicious lash
tapped at the smooth bulging sack of the slave's swollen scrotum.
"You! Bitch!" he rapped out to the girl, "Get behind the hog! Hands over his
head, and down to his slug knob, then paint it with his obscene, leaking
refuse!" He commanded.
The female shuffled quickly into the position ordered then allowed her shacked
hands to drop over her brother's head, down his muscular torso until she was
able to cup the glans of his throbbing penis in the palm of her hand. She
immediately began to smear the pre-cum leaking from his drooling slit all over
the satiny skin of the glans, as she had been commanded to do. The male twin's
thighs shuddered with the pleasure of it, and it was all he could manage not to
disgrace himself by climaxing under her lewd caress.
"Now, hog!" The dark dominant chuckled, "The first of your tests is about to
begin. I expect only the most appropriate responses from you, and certainly no
disgusting caterwauling! Now, raise your face, and look into my eyes!"
The male did as he was bid, and a visible shudder ran through his naked body
when he stared into the clear cobalt blue eyes of the visitor. He saw no
compassion there. Not even the slightest hint of mercy, only cold blue, and
heartless cruelty. The dominant man drew the whip back behind himself, then
savagely swung it upwards. The muscles of the slave's spread thighs knotted
wildly, and the merest hint of a moan escaped his gaping mouth when, with a
subdued smacking sound, the brutal, steel hard lash of the diabolical whip
sliced barbarously into the sensitive, and tender flesh of his swollen
testicles, and acute sensations of sheer agony assailed his nerves.
The cruel visitor stared fixedly into the male twin's wide eyes, his expression
clearly expecting a response from the suffering slave, and enraged that it was
not immediately forthcoming.
"Thank you, Sir!" The twin stuttered, realising his less than appropriate
response to the vicious assault on his burning testicles had angered his
tormentor. His tone of voice dripped with sincere subservience, and he prayed
that this would, in some small way, placate the cruel Master's wrath.
"Shall I honour your corrupt scum bags with further gentle attention, hog?" the
cold-blooded man asked in tones that demonstrated a mixture of sneering
superiority, and unmasked sadistic fury.
"Please Sir! Please Sir! But harder, Sir! Harder!" The male cried in an
anguished voice. His tones were all abject pleading, no doubt in the hope that
his earlier transgression might be at least forgiven, if not forgotten. The
visitor's thick lips split in a leering grin on hearing the slave's pleas, but
in no way did his stone cold eyes betray anything but pitiless cruelty. The
wicked whip swung back, paused for effect, then slashed upwards at a frightening
pace until the lash again sliced deeply into the soft meat of the slave's
bulging testicles. This time the visitor didn't wait for any response, but
immediately swung the whip again, lashing the vulnerable testicles of the male
twin heartlessly, over and over.
The suffering male's thighs clenched and unclenched almost involuntarily, while
his agony grew and grew with each brutally delivered lash. His pain soaked
testicles began to swell and become bruised as the satiny skin of his hairless
scrotum was brutishly marred by the relentless lash. Continuous whimpers, barely
audible, escaped from his gaping mouth. But if one were to inspect his penis
closely, one would see that the diabolic whipping of his most tender appendages,
rather than reduce his obvious arousal, was actually enhancing it. A small
geyser of semen erupted from his slit each time a particularly hard stroke was
delivered to his swollen aching testicles, and each time this happened the busy
fingers of his twin dutifully, and lewdly spread the sticky fluid over the
bloated knob of his glans.
After swinging the cruel whip perhaps ten times with ever increasing ferocity,
the dark visitor finally stopped, and stood back from his pain wracked victim.
His breath came in slight gasps and pants, reflecting the effort he had put in.
The male twin, small tears of anguish trickling from the corners of his eyes,
literally gasped for air, and his smooth skinned chest heaved with passionate
anguish.
"Now for the second test." The visitor declared, in a voice betraying his own
growing excitement, along with the ever present tone of sadistic cruelty.
"Bitch, hold the hog's slug out for me! Present his fat, scum soaked lump to me!
And hold it steady!"
The female twin grasped her twin's penis shaft in both hands and bent it down
until it stood out at right angles to his smooth groin, the glistening glans
swelling and flaring visible, with pre-cum still dripping from its slightly
dilated slit. The male twin, realising what was to come shuddered with terror,
but his wide moist eyes betrayed the sense of masochistic euphoria drifting
through his consciousness, in eager anticipation of the awful prospect. He was
also, of course, acutely aware of the feel of his twin's lush warm breasts, with
their hard peaks, pressing insistently into the skin of his back.
The malevolent Master, noting the small shimmying of the male slave's torso
caught on to what was going on and rapped out in complete fury, whether genuine
or simulated, could not be ascertained with any certainty. "Bitch! Get your fat,
obscene udders off the hog's back! I'll get to you later, and I wont forget this
either, you can be sure!"
The female edged her own torso back so that all contact with her twin was
broken, except, of course, for her hands which continued to grip the shaft of
his steel hard penis firmly. She arched her back so that she could continue to
grip him without any other part of her body touching him. When he was satisfied
the man leered sadistically at his victim, and raised his brutal whip high over
his head. He then brought it flashing down.
The steel lash of the whip sliced savagely into the spongy, dripping meat of the
male's juice laden glans, sending tiny droplets of sex juice flying in its wake.
A tiny squeal of pure anguish was involuntarily ripped from the tormented
slave's gulping throat when the pain of the lash flashed though him, and
exploded in his brain. It took the slave a few seconds to regain his composure,
then he blurted out in sheer masochistic ecstasy.
"Thank you, Sir!" He drew a deep ragged breath and then gasped out pleadingly,
"Please, Sir! Please, Sir! Again! Again! Harder, Sir! Whip harder! Please Sir!
Please Sir!" The final supplication almost sobbed out, such was the slave's
longing to suffer at the hands of such a consummate sadist.
Needless to say the sadistic guest was quick to accede to his victim's abject
pleas. The cruel whip rose and fell with ever increasing ferocity. It's brutal
lash scoring the sensitive meat of the penis head over and over, causing it to
swell even larger, and to become ever more sensitised the more it was abused.
Towards the end of the whipping the slave's mouth was emitting continuous
subdued shrieks that attested to the level of his pain and suffering.
Eventually the man ceased to flay the twin's tortured penis head, and stood back
to survey his handiwork. The female still held the shaft out, and the severely
punished male sobbed soundlessly in his misery.
"Release the hog, bitch! And resume your position!" The Master commanded.
The female twin immediately released her grip on her twin's penile shaft, and
the organ snapped back to its normal position, arching up his vibrating belly,
with such force that the swollen, savagely whipped glans actually slapped loudly
into the hard muscled flesh of the belly, smearing the smooth skin with a sticky
dob of his pre-cum. The female resumed her position standing next to her twin
with her hands grasping the back of her head in natural submission.
"Excellent reaction, hog!" The cruel dominant chortled. He then turned his
attention to the female slave again.
"Bitch! You will now bring the hog off for me. Two fingers of one hand only, and
no other touch! You have thirty seconds! Now get on with it!"
The female twin again removed her hands from behind her head and reached down to
her sibling's arching penis with the fingers of one hand. She grasped the
throbbing shaft between thumb and forefinger and immediately began to stroke
back and forth with ever increasing velocity. Within a few seconds the male's
chest had begun to heave, and his penis had begun to pulsate uncontrollably.
By the time twenty seconds had elapsed the male's penis was beyond his control,
and throbbed wildly. His testicles, still swollen and aching from their recent
abuse tightened at the base of his shaft, and his hips began to jerk almost
imperceptibly. His inevitable orgasm was already about to explode.
"Catch the hog's refuse in your other hand, bitch!" The visitor roared, "Don't
dare spill a drop!"
Just in time the slave girl managed to cup her free hand over the pulsing knob
of her twin's erupting penis. Stream after stream of pale white semen gushed
from the head of the climaxing penis, and was caught in the girl's hand. Six
mighty spurts erupted before the strength of the ejaculations finally began to
ebb. When it was clear that the slave's sexual explosion had completely
exhausted itself the man commanded:
"Squeeze out every last drop, bitch!"
The female dutifully used her fingers to strop the ridge running up the back of
the slightly softening penile shaft, thereby forcing the remaining dregs of
semen out into her cupped hand, which was full to over flowing with the male's
orgasmic juices.
"Feed the hog, bitch!" The sadist ordered with a slight chortle.
The female immediately brought her cupped hand up to her twin's mouth and waited
while his long tongue shot out of his mouth and began to lap at the semen he had
just ejaculated. The male slave lapped up his own sex juices like a starving
waif, swallowing the musky fluid with submissive gusto. His agile tongue sought
out every last drop from the fleshy cup held to his mouth. When the Master was
satisfied that he had consumed every speck of evidence of his orgasm he
commanded the girl to resume her position. The two again stood side by side. The
male's penis had not fully softened following his orgasm, but remained at half
mast, thick and swollen, and still sticky with juice.
"Now it's your turn, bitch!" The dark visitor said, leering cruelly at the
submissive girl. "Let's hope your performance at least matches the hog's,
although he was by no means perfect!" Turning his attention momentarily to the
male twin, the Master continued, "Get behind the bitch, hog! And I don't have to
remind you that no unnecessary touching will be tolerated!"
The male twin immediately did as he was told, then the Master ordered:
"Two fingers of each hand only, hog. Spread the bitch's depraved gash wide for
me!"
The male carefully looped his arms over the girl's head, and down her body,
ensuring that he didn't touch any part of her skin. He then, with equally care,
reached into her crotch with both hands. Then with just forefingers and thumbs
he securely grasped each of the outer lips of her plump vulva, insinuating a
finger tip into one of her piercings for a better grip on her already moist sex
meat, and literally tore the fat lips as widely apart as he was able. The
drenched wet red interior of the girl's aroused sex was fully, and obscenely
revealed to the watching dominant. The ragged hole of her dripping vagina, the
juicy inner lips, also pulled apart by the male's actions, and, of course, the
bulge of her burgeoning clitoris, already half exposed from its foreskin by the
intensity of her erotic stimulation.
"God, bitch!" The sadist chuckled, "Your obscene gash smells like a whore house
at the height of an orgy! Now look at me!"
The female twin raised her head enough to be able to stare at her tormentor. She
shuddered with dread as she gazed deeply into his ice cold eyes, and was
transfixed by the sheer sadistic power that seemed to radiate from him in waves.
Her thighs trembled deliciously, and the hard nubbins of her nipples seemed to
redden and get even harder than they had been before. And most noticeably, the
shaft her hard clitoris seemed to ooze a little further out from its protective
sheath.
The dark guest leered sadistically at his victim while raising the whip high
over his head. He paused, for effect, then brought the evil implement flashing
down. The girl, remembering his instruction to her twin, fought to contain her
control when the cruel lash bit deeply into the sensitised meat of her left
nipple and set the nubbin on fire. She did however, manage to maintain her
silence, at least until she made her response to her torment.
"Thank you, Sir!" Her pain racked voice sobbed.
The vicious whip lash sliced into the nipple of her right breast even before her
voice had faded eliciting the tiniest of whelps from her now gaping mouth.
"Oh, Thank you Sir!" She yelped once again as both her nipples throbbed with
hurt. Her twin was beginning to have trouble keeping his grip on her plump vulva
lips as her juice flow increased with her suffering, and he had to concentrate,
and squeeze the slippery flesh almost painfully in his endeavors to keep the
lips splayed open. The cruel whip rose and fell ten more times, to the
accompanying, almost inaudible whimpers from the tormented girl, and its lash
sliced harshly into each of her throbbing nipples setting them on fire.
The dark dominant then stood back from his suffering victim and surveyed her
with growing mirth.
"Make sure you keep the bitch's gash split, hog!" He snapped as he allowed the
tip of the whip to again rise high over his head. The male twin insinuated the
tips of his forefingers even deeper into his twin's vulva piercings, until he
had almost driven each right through. This allowed him to be reasonably sure
that the increasingly moistening sex lips would be able to be kept gaping, as
commanded.
The whip came flashing down and its vicious lash sliced, with unerring accuracy,
into the fully aroused clitoris of the female twin. Her mouth flew open with
shock, and her chest heaved with her anguish. Somehow, she managed not to squeal
out her agony, which must have taken supreme effort, but tears were soon
trickling profusely from the corners of her wide eyes, clear evidence of the
pain she was enduring. The cruel dominator wasted no time in repeating his
brutal punishment and the whip lash smashed into the splayed sex over and over
with no let up, and with ever increasing force.
The vicious man made no attempt to allow his victim to express herself in
response to his actions, as had happened throughout the twins' ordeals to date.
The girl, however, somehow managed to cry out her thanks to him for his
consummate cruelty, and to plead with him to treat her with even more ferocity.
Her thighs shook with her distress, and her full breasts rose and fell on her
sweating torso as she gasped for breath while the vicious whipping of her
tortured sex continued unabated.
Finally the Master appeared satisfied, and stood back from the naked duo. For a
few seconds the only sounds in the room were the female slave's sobs and pants.
Then the man spoke again:
"Bring the bitch off, hog! Wank her gash slug until her slattern cooze vomits
its dregs!"
The male twin managed to keep his sibling's vulva spread with one set of
fingers, while he grasped her abused clitoris in those of his other hand. He
then began to frig the swollen shaft with rough vigour. The female's state of
sexual agitation was so heightened that it only took about thirty seconds of
this acute stimulation before she climaxed in a frenzy of jerking thighs and
trembling belly and, of course, wildly heaving breasts. Her juices literally
poured from her convulsing sex, and she momentarily lost herself in the fever of
her release.
Once he was sure that the female's climax had run its full course the Master
commanded the twins to resume their postures of submission. Both sated slaves
slipped back down onto their knees and grasped the backs of their heads with
their hands. The penis of the male was once again strongly erect, and arched up
his lean belly proudly, demonstrating to the watching pair of dominants his
amazing capacity for sexual recovery. The quim of his sister remained swollen
and spayed lewdly open, and was drenched with sticky juices, the clitoris still
achingly stiff and fully exposed, despite her barely expired climax.
"These two animals will do nicely, Sir Michael." The visitor commented. "You've
got a deal. I'll buy the pair for the agreed price." With that he reached down
and took hold of a brief case he had had when he entered the room. He opened the
case and began to extract neatly packaged clusters of money. "One million was
the price we negotiated. Wasn't it?" He continued. Sir Michael, sporting a wide
grin of satisfaction. "Of course, Rene!" He declared, "You wont be sorry, I can
assure you. These two are worth every cent, I can promise you." He continued as
he reached out, greedily for the piles of currency being handed to him.
Once the transfer of money had been completed the trembling twins fully realised
that they had just been sold to this cruel dominant. If knowledge of this fact
had had any effect on them they certainly didn't show any visible reaction to
the fact. They remained kneeling submissively before the two men, resigned to
their uncertain futures with stoic acceptance.
The transaction having been completed the two men settled back into their
comfortable seats and sipped at fresh drinks. "Let's have the slaves perform for
us, Rene." The twins' former owner suggested. "I really couldn't care less", The
dominant responded with indifference, "I don't really care whether they are
skilled sexual acrobats. I didn't buy them for that purpose essentially.
However, if you would like to see them in action one last time, who am I to deny
you?" He concluded with a chuckle.
The dark stranger, the twins' new owner, rose from his chair and crossed over to
the storage cupboard he had visited earlier. On his way back to his seat he
dropped three instruments he had retrieved in front of the kneeling twins. The
implements of torment he had dropped were two identical paddles, the size of
table tennis racquets, and one jockey whip that had, instead of the normal
single lash at its business end, three tiny chains, each tipped with a small
metal ball.
On resuming his street he addressed the slaves, "As you no doubt heard, my
little animals, Sir Michael has expressed his desire to see you perform, and I
have acceded to his request. You, bitch, will turn away from us, and get to your
feet with your torso bent down back to the floor with your legs spread wide so
that your arse faces us. Hog, you will then rise up and spear the bitch's slack
arse ring with your slug, and fuck it with the utmost vigour. To ensure that
both of you suffer appropriately for the honour of entertaining us with your
perverted depravity I have equipped you with some toys to play with while you
rut. You, hog, will take up the two paddles, and while you drive your slug in
and out of the bitch's rancid arse pit, you will batter her flying udders with
them with all your might. And you, bitch, while you enjoy the sensations of the
hog's slug reaming out your obscene arse crater, not to mention the exquisite
fire flooding your battered udders, will ensure that his ardor is maintained by
thrashing his swinging nuts with the utmost ferocity with the whip I have
provided for that express purpose. Now, beasts, entertain us, and your
performance had better please us, or you'll learn very quickly what true
suffering means in my terms, and believe me, you won't like it!"
The twins both rose to their feet, their chests heaving with a mixture of
extreme excitement, dreadful fear, and masochistic delight, then quickly took up
the postures that their new owner had described. The female turned away from the
seated dominants and spread her legs wide. When she bent forward and allowed her
head to drop back down towards the floor her beautiful bottom cheeks split wide
baring her anus which was already pouting and twitching in eager anticipation of
its imminent invasion by hot hard penis. Her large breasts drooped down her
torso towards her face, the nipples that graced the creamy mounds as stiff as
steel. She use one hand to steady her body, while the other took possession of
the cruel whip.
Her sibling moved around behind her and straddled her up thrust, widely split
bottom. When he bent forward his achingly stiff penis, its flared head dripping
with the leaking of his extreme arousal, slipped easily into the crevasse
between her buttocks, and the dripping glans was soon nudging at the pout of her
expectant anus. He the reached down and took one of the heavy leather paddles in
each of his hands. All was in readiness for the perverted exhibition to begin.
While the twins were readying themselves for their obscene display Sir Michael
inquired of his guest, "Rene, while the slaves perform would you like to be
attended to?" The dark dominant was silent for a few seconds, contemplating the
suggestion before responding, "Why not, I have a long trip coming up, and it
would take the edge off my lust. Yes, Sir Michael, that would be most
agreeable!" Sir Michael reached out and rang a tiny bell twice, and then settled
back into his seat.
Within seconds of sounding the bell the door to the plush room opened and two
naked slaves, one male and the other female padded into the room. They quickly
knelt before the seated dominants with their foreheads pressed to the floor in
deference to their superiors, while they waited to be instructed. "Which one
would you like to attend to you?" Sir Michael inquired with a smile as he rose
from his seat and armed himself with a long cane.
"I'll use the bitch, if you please." The visitor responded. Sir Michael had, by
this time moved around until he stood behind the two kneeling slaves. He then
addressed them, "You two have been granted the privilege of attending to our
pleasure while we watch the entertainment that those two over there are going to
provide. How do you respond, my little pets?"
The two kneeling slaves replied immediately, and in perfect unison, their voices
clearly betraying their pleasure at what they were being permitted to undertake,
"Sir Michael!" They cried passionately, "We are honoured to have been chosen to
attend to your pleasure, and that of the other divine Master. Please, Sir
Michael, punish us quickly, and with no mercy, so that we may be appropriately
prepared to receive the honour you bestow on us!"
Sir Michael wasted no time in administering to the slaves' pleas. He delivered
six strokes to each one's swaying bottom with all the cruel force he could
muster. The slaves only response to their pain were barely audible whimpers with
each succeeding stripe that decorated their smooth skinned buttocks. As soon as
he had completed his self appointed task Sir Michael resumed his seat,
commenting to his guest as he sat, "I find that slaves suck with much more
passion and enthusiasm when they have well striped arses to contemplate while
they work."
If the guest agreed with this or not is entirely up to speculation as he made no
response, one way or the other, to his host's observation. The two kneeling
slaves immediately moved forward, and had the dominants' penises extracted from
their pants in no time at all, then their warm, wet, submissive tongues began to
lap and lave at the hot hard meat with consummate skill and enthusiasm.
While this was happening the male twin had, with no tenderness whatsoever,
speared the tight ring of sibling's anus with his hot stiff penis, and had
driven the pole of lust deeply into her clenching rectum and commenced to rape
that tormented orifice with no thought for her well-being at all. The female
twin reacted to the abuse of her rear passage with masochistic delight, and
strangely sadistic glee. She swung the whip up at her tormentor's testicles with
all the force that her awkward posture would allow. The small steel balls
pounded the tender flesh of the rutting male's testicles with cruel ferocity,
causing him to grunt and moan with the severity of his hurt.
Never the less, the slave continued to violate his sister's spasming anus with
long full strokes of his heated and swollen penis. At the same time he began to
batter the swinging mounds of her lovely breasts with as much force as he was
able to muster with both of the heavy paddles. The two slaves slaked their lusts
with all the depravity that was in their natures while they joyfully tormented
each other with whip and paddles with as much vicious cruelty as they could
muster. The sounds of their obscene exhibition soon dominated the room. It was
as if they were alone in their lust. They went at each other as if it were a
contest to see which of them could hurt the other more ferociously.
The two seated dominants wallowed in the pleasures of submissive mouths on their
penises while they watched the debauched rape take place before their eyes. They
watched the male twin's huge penis cruelly stretch open his sibling's tormented
anus, and plumb the depths of her rectum; they observed the female's swinging
breasts absorb the violent thrashing they received; they viewed with pleasure
the swollen testicles of the male absorb the strokes of the whip, swelling and
bruising with the ferocity of the attack on them.
The two sucking slaves' mouths were soon filled with hot hard penis as each
worked to passionately bring the dominant they served off. They longed to drink
from superior testicles. They were in submissive heaven, doing what they were
born to do. To bring pleasure to those who ruled them. The scene went on for
almost half an hour before Sir Michael became the first to succumb to the
supreme talents of the male slave whore sucked him, and filled that slave's
adoring mouth with a veritable flood of rich creamy semen which the overjoyed
slave drank with sublime happiness.
The visitor took only a minute or so longer to surrender to the talents of the
female slave sucking on him so lasciviously. He too, flooded her gulping gullet
with his aromatic load which she too gulped down devotedly. At about this time
the male twin lost control of his own sexuality, and with a squeal of sheer
rapture, emptied his pain filled testicles into his sister's spasming rectum,
deluging that hot dark hole in an ocean of boiling semen. He continued to rape
her distended anus with all his might until every drop of his sexual issue had
been wrung from his exploding penis. Then both slaves collapsed, exhausted, onto
the floor in a heap of sated, sweat soaked meat.
The group took a few minutes to recover their senses after such a cataclysmic
scene, then the dark stranger spoke, "That was entertaining, but I now have to
prepare for the trip home." Sir Michael dismissed the pleasure slaves who padded
from the room their tongues still busy getting the last evidence of the sexual
repast they had partook of from their lips. Sir Michael rose from his seat to
the request from his guest, "Would you arrange for my trunk to brought in,
please?"
Sir Michael left the room, leaving the twins, and their new owner alone. The
dark dominant got up and snapped at his new chattels, first to the male, "Hog,
clean out the bitch's rancid arse pit, then get her gash slug stiff!", then to
the girl, "Bitch, clean the hog's slug, and get it stiff again. It's time to
prepare you for your journey to your fate!"
