Chapter 12

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

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

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

"How is it going out there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ray pondered his response.

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

"Ah," the English voice said.

"Is there a problem?" Ray asked.

"The client is concerned."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They seem to be," Ray replied.

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

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

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

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

Ray smiled, "Only if you misbehave."

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

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

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

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

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

-o0o-

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

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

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

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

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

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

It did not stop Cassandra.

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

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

"Tell her!"

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

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

Sandy continued to struggle and fight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda stopped and so did her twin sister.

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

Sandy nodded followed by a reluctant Mandy.

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

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

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