Chapter 1

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?"