Chapter 6: Twinnocence

July 28th, 1989

Like every morning for the past month, a gentle pair of lips sucking on my dick brought me out of my night’s slumber. When I looked down to see which twin it was this time, I automatically smiled at the seventeen-year-old, part of a friendly empathic good morning which she echoed back.

As usual, my back was complaining from having lain on it too long but waited for the twin to finish before getting up and doing my morning stretches.

Some men would consider my position to be one of pure bliss. Day after day, having nothing to do but eat, sleep, and lay flat on my back while a pair of twins used their brainwashing fucks to re-enforce their master’s conditional implants that I had willingly agreed to have done. But I wasn’t really there for my own sake. You see, I had made a deal with the devil. Well, Gladius, I mean.

Obviously, the part about Eric staying behind wasn’t true, but for the most part, Suzi’s and Joey’s memories were correct. Only the first day after we arrived at the Birmingham mansion did Eric and I go out with them to see the sights. But Eric had another emotional attack that evening, and despite what little I had learned from Sheldon’s twins, I couldn’t do anything to help him alone.

So with Eric’s consent, I enlisted the help of Joy and Honey. It had disheartened me to find their individualness gone to where even I couldn’t distinguish which twin was which, but at least they were temporarily able to restore Eric’s emotional control in a manner similar to what Sheldon’s twins had used.

I spent a week struggling to find a way to restore both Eric and the twins to their formal selves while constantly having to reassure Suzi and Joey everything was all right and that they should go out and have fun since they couldn’t help.

Imagine our surprise when Gladius himself showed up at the front gate with only his head pair of twins with him claiming a truce. Joey was completely against letting the man in, but I overruled him and agreed to speak to Gladius alone in that mansion’s tiny study.

Believe me, I didn’t trust Gladius any more than you would, but after having spent a week attempting to do something which I knew was beyond my understanding at the time, I was willing to hear what he had to say just to see what insight he might offer me.

Gladius started out by apologizing for kidnapping Joey and I, explaining that even though my emotional condition had somewhat stabilized just before he kidnapped me, it had only been a matter of time before something would have triggered a complete collapse. I would have probably taken Eric along with me since I had become so emotionally dependent on him, and he never foresaw Eric having such a reaction to exposing the implanted memory like that.

Despite my empathic senses reporting the truth of his words and feeling his somewhat honest intentions, I couldn’t help but believe he was deceiving me somehow. When I asked why he had kidnapped Joey, he explained that no matter what Joey’s feelings were at the time, Joey would have sensed I was still alive and sought me out. Seeing how he could give Joey what he was seeking at the time, he decided to take Joey into his keep and evaluate what his sharing link might have to offer.

I bitched him out a bit about what he attempted to do with Joey and I. He claimed the reason he had copied Nathan’s persona and edited memories into me was to treat Joey’s condition. While there was truth to that, the fact that he faked my death meant his intentions hadn’t been in any way honorable.

Gladius had the nerve to be insulted when I told him that. He insisted I would have been very happy with my new life living at the Keep. In fact, he went as far as to say he had planned on eventually turning over part of Kain’s duties to me once the twins had reawakened my empathic abilities.

So when I had had my fill of his distorted views of what Joey’s and my lives would have been like, I started going off on him about how he had ruined my twins’ lives, and all he really cared about was his plan to use his ‘girls’ in some kind of power quest.

Shit, did I ever open a can of angry worms when I said that. Up to that point, he was tolerant of my accusations and angry attitude, but he wasn’t about to let me call his and his father’s life’s work something as petty as obtaining greater personal power. And despite everything he had done, I couldn’t help but believe he was truly trying to save the world from some unknown future foe.

It wasn’t his words that rang true, but his dedication to his task, his anger at me for staining his work, and most of all, his fear. Fear of what would happen if he was to fail. I sensed how he felt the weight of the entire world on his shoulders and how he would do anything within his abilities to carry out his inherited mission to save that very heavy world.

Gladius got right to the point once he saw I understood his motivations for what he had done. That doesn’t mean I agreed with him on his methods, but I guess I did understand why from his perspective he had done those things. Anyway, he admitted he had asked Sheldon to talk to me to hopefully make it easier for me to understand the position I was in, and then spelled it out for me just to make it clear.

My ability to resist his twin’s empathic power combined with my limited knowledge of how the twin’s empathic controls worked made me a threat to his work. He pointed out that even if I was able to protect my mind from a combined attack of every telepath on the planet, my sacrificial tendencies when dealing with someone I care about was a greater weakness than if I had no voice at all.

But because of those people who I cared for would seek revenge if Gladius took some kind of action against me, Gladius realized the simplest way to solve the problem was to try and work it out privately with me.

Gladius offered to devote the time and resources necessary to restore Eric’s emotional stability and the twins’ original personalities if I would allow myself to be thoroughly conditioned to prevent anyone from taking me over, effectively making my empathic abilities kill me if I was unable to resist another person’s control.

When I asked what he would do if I refused, he simply stated I could either come live within the walls of his fortress town for the rest of my life or wake up one morning with a bullet passing through my brain. He left very little doubt in my mind he would attempt to do just that if I said no.

But then he gave me a further carrot that I hate to admit really appealed to me. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and when Gladius began describing some of what he was offering me if I agreed to join the Keep, I was honestly intrigued. Helping me to develop my empathic abilities to their full potential and allowing me to work on my own projects of my choosing while helping run things there was very tempting. The only thing holding me back was the warning my grandmother had given me.

He permitted me to talk it over with Joey and Suzi when I refused to agree to anything without doing so, and I understood that by involving them, their memories would have to be ... touched up later.

Seeing that Suzi and Joey wouldn’t be allowed to remember anything important afterward anyways, I told them everything I had been afraid to tell them before and what my choices were. Joey was at first set against going along with anything that Gladius suggested, but eventually he agreed to cooperate when I verbally explored what my life would be like wondering if I would wake up the next morning to the sound of a gun that was pointed at my head.

When we went back to the study to accept Gladius’s offer, Suzi and I were almost as surprised as Gladius when Joey seized him by neck, lifted him off the ground about an inch, then explained to the choking middle-aged man that even if his twins made Joey forget everything about him and his plan, if I didn’t come back the same person I was right then, Joey would hunt him down and finish wringing his neck. At that point, Joey set him back on the ground and probably would have punched him in the jut if Suzi hadn’t been there to stop him. I still don’t understand why those twins of his had let Joey get away with that.

Despite the fact I knew I wouldn’t be able to physically maintain my vow of celibacy while undergoing the conditioning, I didn’t offer my services to be the ... conduit for the twin’s conditioning of Suzi’s memories the night before they went home. I later regretted not being directly involved in that, for until I had spoken to Joey on the phone, I had no knowledge that they had made Suzi and Joey believe Eric hadn’t come with us.

When I confronted Gladius about that, he admitted he had taken the precaution to hide Eric’s presence having come to England as a security measure. Joey and Suzi had been conditioned into aiding that effort, and Joey himself had realized they had taken a few photos of Eric that first day. So they spent their entire last day retaking all the pictures Suzi had taken of their trip.

That produced a new stirring of distrust for what Gladius’s true intentions were. Eric was better, but he wasn’t fixed, and I hadn’t seen my sisters since I had arrived at what Gladius called the nursery. I had no idea where I was, for I wasn’t allowed to leave the windowless building, and my telepathy couldn’t sense anything beyond its exterior walls. How I ever sensed Joey was in trouble that one night from within those walls mystified me.

Anyway, for the past two weeks, I had been resisting the twin’s conditioning and had planned to continue to do so until I saw some improvement in either Eric’s condition or the twins’. And while Eric’s eagerness to partake in the daily mind-washing fucks hadn’t diminished since his first one, I quite frankly was very tired of them and would have rather spent my afternoons and evenings playing with all those young twins like I did every morning.

I had never seen a pair of male empathic twins before entering the nursery. Despite there being nearly twenty pairs of female twins, most under ten years of age, I had only seen two pairs of male twins, one set being about fourteen and another in their mid to late thirties.

They shared all the traits the girl twins had in common, minus the cock sucking ones, and even though they seemed to be as free willed beings as any set of Gladius twins could be, they always submitted themselves to whatever the female twins wanted, which for the most part was to practice their enslaving fucks or entrancing sucks.

Getting back to that morning, I suppose I had gotten used to waking up to the sour and sweet sensations of an aching back and a blowjob and pretty much ignored my back as I looked over to see if Eric was awake

After exchanging another empathic good morning with Eric, I said, “Sleep well?”

“I guess you could say that,” he chuckled. “From how my back feels, I must have been under pretty long this time.”

“A day and a half,” I said very softly as I felt the pair of twins complaining we were disturbing their work.

Eric sighed, then we both let ourselves be pulled into that wonderful mind-numbing state the two girls were practicing to put us in.

“A day and a half, huh?” Eric moaned after we had come and regained our senses a half-hour later. “Feels more like a week and a half.”

I said, “Roll over then, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks,” Eric sighed as I applied my magic fingers to his aching back.

After I carefully worked out the stiffness in his back, I ran my hands up and down his body like I always did, then let my right hand linger on the small red heart tattoo on his left buttocks, circling it a few times before saying, “You know I still can’t believe Candice talked you into getting this.”

“Who?” Eric said softly.

“Candice. Your girlfriend?”

Eric said, slightly agitated, “I’m not sure she’s my girlfriend anymore. And she didn’t talk me into it. It was the other way around.”

“But you said she chose the heart.”

“She did. That’s all she’d agree to let me get. I’m not eighteen yet, remember? I couldn’t have gotten that without her help.”

Eric then let out a sigh, rolled over and stretched lazily before saying, “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”

“Fine by me,” I said, standing up and holding my hand out to help him up.

We left the sleeping chamber and reached where the women caretakers were serving breakfast.

As we approached the serving counter, Eric said, “I’m so glad I came.”

I said in good humor, “Really? Why’s that?”

“I just love the service around here,” he said, accepting a five-year-old pair’s offer to suckle his monster cock while we ate.

“Heh. I just hope you don’t expect this kind of service from your sisters when you get back home.”

“Oh yeah. For a moment, I forgot I had sisters,” he said between taking a bite of his food and holding his huge cock up so both pairs of tiny mouths could get to it.

As usual, I finished eating first, then ended up feeding Eric the rest of his oatmeal while he struggled to allow an additional pair of young twin lips equal opportunity to his towering dick.

After he got his fill of the twins’ competitive licking and gone soft, I kidded him, “I think you like being a celebrity.”

He kidded back, “Yeah? Well, I think you’re jealous.”

I said, somewhat serious, “Nah. I mean, if I’d let them, they’d be all over me like they are you.”

“I didn’t mean jealous of me.”

I chuckled, then looked down at his meat and considering it for a second. But then I grinned and said, “Now you’re sounding like the Eric I used to know.”

Eric’s attention was diverted to the other side of the room, and as I looked over and saw the Brady twins standing there, Eric said, “Man, they sure are early this morning. Well, see ya later, alligator.”

“After while, cock-a-dile,” I said, giving his already stone-hard monster cock a telepathic squeeze as he got up to join them for his daily fuck.

For a moment, I sensed something different about the way the Brady twins were leading Eric away, but I just accounted it to the earlier than normal time. I didn’t worry about the change in the schedule since they had done it before, once even waking us both up and not even letting us have breakfast before the fuck.

Eric had named them the Brady twins because they reminded him of the girl Jan from the Brady Bunch, which they did look like to a point. I just don’t recall ever seeing Jan’s lips looking as pouty as the Brady twins’, not to mention ever seeing her naked ass.

Seeing that I wasn’t going to be hanging around with Eric this morning, after doing some exercises to help my back, I went and checked on the newborn pair of twins I had witnessed being born before meeting my three favorite pairs in the common room to play our little friendly game of empathic tag.

I was ‘it’ (again) when a different pair of adult twins I had never seen before entered the room and broadcasted what was basically a call to line up for rollcall.

Our game was terminated instantly, and even though no one had ever told me to participate in those types of things, I lined up with the rest of them with a grin on my face the adult twins ignored.

As pair by pair turned and left towards the nursery’s exit, I started getting concerned that something was wrong. By the time the last pair of youngster twins turned and left, I was frantically seeking Eric’s mind out telepathically and discovered that not only was Eric not there, even the nursery’s caretakers were gone.

“What’s going on?” I asked the pair of adult twins who were monitoring my every emotion. “Where’s Eric?”

Their response was a reassuring feeling that all was well and that I would not be disappointed. I also sensed they were very excited for me, like I was going to love whatever was going to happen next.

In the time I had spent in the nursery, I had learned one thing about Gladius’s empathic twins. If they had a weakness, it was their strong loyalties with their empathic brothers and sisters. And even though I wasn’t a full-fledged twin, I had a special status beyond what other singular empaths would have. I wasn’t really sure why I had that status, but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the asshole.

Looking one of them in the eyes and forming an empathic connection, I asked with my heart, “Where’s Eric? Please tell me whether he’s all right or not?”

The smile and the dual handed caresses of my cheeks calmed my concerns and warmed my heart to the point where I had a few extra tears in my eyes. It was like they were embracing me in a large empathic hug, sharing their excitement with me that just couldn’t be a deception. I mean, if Gladius’s twins could speak, they’d never tell a lie.

So I waited there in the common area with a touch of apprehension mixed with excitement I couldn’t deny. I waited what seemed to be an eternity, but I think it was more like ten minutes to the rest of the world.

Gladius’s head twins entered the room carrying a crystal goblet and a sapphire-colored glass-like egg. As I was led to the center table, the excitement in the air intensified.

I sat down at the table where the goblet was placed before me. I watched as the egg was snapped in half and the cool blue thick liquid contents were poured into the goblet with a practiced pair of hands.

I asked, “I take it I’m supposed to drink this?”

Yes, was the response.

Carefully sniffing the substance and finding its odor unlike anything I’d ever encountered before, I asked, “What will it do to me?”

Their responses were ... not confusing, just mostly beyond my understanding, I suppose. But I got the gist of what it was for namely to expand my empathic abilities and aid me in fixing Eric’s problems once and for all. The only other thing I picked up on was the name for it being “Mother’s Milk”, and that it was a very potent form of it.

After several more queries about what it would do and if it was safe, their open and reassuring empathic responses convinced me that it couldn’t be a trick and quickly gulped the vile and nasty tasting stuff down.

When the head twins were satisfied that the goblet was empty, they picked it up and left, but not before shocking me with a short but definitely telepathic message, <Welcome.>

I was so stunned by this, I sat there several moments after they had left my telepathic vision before noticing how sharper the symbols whirling around the remaining twins appeared to be.

The moment I sensed Gladius and Eric entering the building, those twins turned and headed towards the exit as well. But my attention became completely focused on Eric’s mind, for there were drastic differences in his streams than before he left. It only took me a few moments to recognize the patterns as being ... Twin like...

“What ... have ... you ... done to usss...” I said with increasing difficulty.

“I’m completing our deal the only way I can,” Gladius said as he pulled the chair beside me out and directed Eric to sit down.

“You ... broke ... our deal...” I said, fighting to keep my thoughts working while noticing how all my senses were sharper, much more sharper than ever before.

“I have not. If anyone broke our deal, it was your amigo Joey and your father.”

“Joey? ... Dad ... here?”

“Our agreement was no one would know you were ever here. If you hadn’t insisted on making that phone call or resisted the twin’s attempts to finish your conditioning, I wouldn’t have to be rushing this now,” he said, turning my increasingly stiff body towards Eric who formed a powerful empathic connection the moment our eyes met.

My hyperactive senses told me everything I wanted to know about Eric’s condition. Eric’s mind was wide open empathically speaking, his personality and free will having been pushed aside and now awaited something to take their place. Already there was a deep loyalty to Gladius and his work deeply implanted at the base of his being, but Eric’s mind was eagerly awaiting to merge with another’s mind ... to be one with another, that other being me.

“Never ... Eric...” I whispered just before my thoughts stopped being verbal and switched over to being purely emotional.

I could feel Eric’s mind already absorbing my emotions as they started pouring out. I had this instinct telling me I would retain my own individual characteristics but would be bonded to Eric in the same way Gladius’s twins were bonded, and that required one of us to become a matching copy of the other emotionally so we would be of one mind.

I recognized this drug, this Mother’s Milk, by some of the other effects it was having on me. With all my senses being amplified, I was feeling a euphoria that became the intense pleasure very much like the drug Steven had used on Joey and Suzi and Gordie on me. I was helpless to feel and absorb anything Gladius said, and under Gladius’s verbal guidance, I focused my empathic abilities onto touching Eric’s soul with my own and then with an eruption of emotion sent a splinter of myself into his.

My strength depleted and my primary task done, Gladius had us rest a few minutes to recover. My emotions at that point turned to the grief of Eric’s sacrifice. Visions of the things Eric would never do again, never get to try, all the things I knew he loved, and the things I had loved about him. These emotional images flooded out of me with decreasing intensity. My senses were continually sharpening to the point I was sensing the blood flowing through Eric’s and Gladius’s veins, detecting the slight shifting of weight of the building, and even reading the thoughts in Gladius’s shielded mind as they formed.

The clarity of my senses was incredible by the time my outputs stopped flowing due to the incredible number of inputs coming in. The empathic connection between Eric and I broke from my body’s transmitters going dead, and as I sat there unable to think or experience even the most basic of emotions, Gladius finished implanting the protective suggestions into the very core of my being, then realized I was reading his every thought right through his protective barrier.

Eric and I both felt the fear Gladius transmitted as he instantly attempted to block my mind’s access to his thoughts. He tried commanding me, ordering me, even begged me a moment to somehow block what I could sense from his mind, but my mind had no control over its inputs, thanks to the drug I had stupidly drank.

Gladius was on his hands and knees from the strain of trying to shield his thoughts from my mind when he ordered Eric to kill me before his own mind would kill himself.

There was no hesitation in Eric’s rise to his feet to carry out his master’s desperate order, but when Eric closed his hands around my neck, I felt his heart beginning to race, his eyes becoming distant, and several long, intense moments went by as my lungs struggled to pull fresh air in through a blocked passage.

Then suddenly, Eric’s eyes focused on mine, and the next moment he parted his lips to utter a rather strangled sounding, “No,” as his hands snapped open, releasing me.

I remember every sound, every shudder, every moment of terrifying fear Gladius felt, and worse of all, I could read every damn thought in his head as his own emotions drove his panicked mind to the point of inducing a heart attack.

I had never watched someone die before, let alone experience it. At the time it all happened, I had no emotions to feel and no thoughts except the processing and absorbing everything at my body’s inputs for storage in my short term memory.

Eric, however, experienced all the emotions possible for that situation, and by the time the last breath left Gladius’s lips, Eric was beyond any form of a rational state of mind. After barricading the room’s entrance with the tables and other furniture, I clearly remember him dragging me to the far corner of the room and covering me up with a blanket to hide me, thankfully muffling several of my overactive senses for the duration of a very long wait.

“Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get up and go to school,” my mom said, gently rubbing my shoulder.

“I don’t want too,” I mumbled, not opening my eyes.

“Breakfast is on the table, so get your ass up before I get your father to drag you out,” she said, sounding like she was already down the hall.

I could smell the bacon in the air, and I suddenly realized I was really hungry, so I opened my eyes, expecting to see my old room.

“Shit,” I moaned, finding myself in some sort of holding cell.

I only had taken a quick glance around since I was feeling pretty sore from all the climbing the past few days, and just closed my eyes and tried to ignore the hunger I felt.

But the damn bacon smell didn’t go away. It was almost like there really was some bacon.

When I felt an impatient empathic touch, I opened my eyes and sat up with a start, then kind of sat there a bit disorientated staring at the pair of albino twins holding a plate of bacon and eggs and a large glass of milk just like I had envisioned in my dream.

I recovered enough of my senses to take the plate and glass from them and say, “Thank you.”

They watched me as I wolfed down the generous portion of eggs and inhaled the juicy bacon, then as I was gulping down the milk, I heard a door being opened followed by the sounds of a man’s struggling.

“No, you don’t understand,” Charles said weakly as another pair of twins escorting him and the two men carrying him by the arms entered my view from my cell. “We must stop him before he destroys himself!”

“Charles!” I yelled, leaping to my feet and rushing up to the bars of my cell closest to them. “Are you okay?!”

“We must save my son before he destroys himself,” Charles said desperately to me. “I need my girls!”

His eyes were filled with confusion, emotion, and a look of dazed madness. I was stunned by the obvious loss of his facilities and helplessly watched him struggle against the two men carrying him into the cell beside mine and force him to remain inside as they left.

“Girls! Don’t leave me!” he begged as the set of twins who were in my cell were let out, then both pairs left with the men.

I asked, “Charles, what happened? Did they do this to you?”

“Be-gone, spy!!” he said with emotion, half falling, half crawling to the furthest corner of his cell from me to sob.

After unsuccessfully trying to get Charles to talk to me, I took a good look around through the bars of my cell. There were two other identical cells across from mine, each with three solid walls with the fourth being steel bars with a steel bar door. While I couldn’t see into Charles’ cell, I had no reason to believe it was any different than the other three.

Each had a cot, a toilet, and a sink, but no windows, tables or chairs. I couldn’t see far enough down what appeared to be halls on either side of the cells to know if there were any other rooms or cells in that place.

I hadn’t heard anyone climbing steps, but I could hear the rain falling on the roof above me, so I assumed we were inside a single floor building.

I think I must have dozed off listening to the rain, for the next thing I knew, Kain was standing outside my cell with those old twins on either side of him.

“Where is HE!” I said, leaping up to my feet and rushing forward, intending to grab him through the bars and...

There was a flash, then suddenly I found myself standing inside some sort of glass cylinder like in one of those science fiction movies. In fact, the room I was now in appeared to be a strange mixture of alien and human technology, and the giant wasp-like creatures who entered the lab were definitely from a B type movie.

I didn’t notice the other cylinder chambers beside me until one of them raised up, releasing the little girl trapped inside who surprisingly didn’t run, but actually walked over to the giant bugs rather stiffly.

I shivered, seeing that mindless, empty look on her face when she turned towards me, pulled off her pants and underpants, then remained bent over while one of the wasps approached her naked behind and...

I couldn’t watch. It was too horrible. I closed my eyes and threw my weight toward the glass cylinder wall, then found myself falling to the floor.

“That was a warning,” Kain said, partially amused.

“You sick son of a bitch,” I said, desperately trying to stop the shakes I felt while picking myself off the cell floor. “What have you done to Charles, and where is Tim?!”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you on both accounts, but Tim hasn’t been here since he left with you last year, and as for his papa ... We’re not really sure what’s wrong with him. But other than giving him a sedative, he’s exactly as we found him.”

“Liar!” I spat, having successfully gotten back to my feet and was slowly approaching the bars. “I know he’s here. I can feel it.”

Kain studied my face a moment, then said, “I’ll be honest with you, Joey. I was against my father’s idea on bringing you and Tim here last year. If he were such a threat, you should have been conditioned and released, not wiped. But make no mistake. I’d have you killed in a moment if I believed you were dangerous to us in some way.