Chapter 13

Cassandra could feel her humiliation burning all over from her blush. All she could do was stare down at her feet and wish she could wake up from this nightmare. After they dried her off, the strangers relocked the black leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists and the collar around her neck. She didn’t even fight the pear-shaped gag when pressed against her lips; she just opened her mouth and let them fasten the gag into place.

The hot shower did help with the stiffness in her shoulders and back from the torture she endured during the night. She felt blessed having passed out from the multiple orgasms she had endured while mummified in bed. She had slept soundly enough but had been thrown into a panic when she awoke and didn’t know where she was and why she was pinned like a spider’s victim.

Now, she remembered and wished she was back in the blankness of sleep.

There was a slight tug on her collar and she shuffled behind the man she knew as Master from the bathroom into the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen where the door to her downstairs prison was open. The man picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he set her down. The cement floor was cold and dusty as she again shuffled her way behind the man holding her leash.

The large box that was her and her sisters’ prison was the size of a large room and their bed was in the center of it. From inside, it looked like a windowless bedroom but, really, it was her and her sister’s cell. Cassandra let herself be led to one end of the room where the man pulled down from the ceiling a chain with a latching hook on the end. By her collar, he fastened her to it before disappearing out the door, locking it behind him.

The honey-blonde captive gave a half-hearted attempt at escaping her bonds but she knew, deep down, that they were inescapable. She would have to endure whatever they forced her to do. Somehow, God must be punishing her for some sin, probably being with Michael a month or two back. The sex was wonderful and he was considerate and gentle. Sandy wanted to marry him when he finally got around to asking. She knew Michael would ask. She should have held off until their wedding day.

A wedding day that would never be.

Cassandra started to quietly sob. She could only stand there as her tears mixed with her running nose and drool that now slithered down over her upper chest.

God was punishing her for her sins.

It wasn’t long before she heard the locks being opened and the door swinging in. She did not look up as Master and Mistress guided Amanda into place in front of her and fastened her sister’s collar to an overhead chain as they had her own.

“Now that you’ve been cleaned up, slaves, it is time for your lessons,” Master said in his rough drawl.

A chill drained all her will away.

“This morning’s lesson is about paying attention and posture. You will be listening again to your recorded lessons, memorizing them for this afternoon when we will put those lessons into practice. Failing to listen will result in punishment. Very painful punishment. Do you understand, slaves?”

Cassandra nodded, still staring at her toes.

“Good. The second part of this morning’s lesson is posture. I will have you both know that we developed this little exercise with you all in mind.”

Mistress set a large welded metal platform between them. On it was a contraption that looked like a miniature trebuchet like she had seen chucking pumpkins at a county fair she had to appear at. Mistress then balanced a pole onto it. Each end of the pole had fastened to it a large ebony dildo with a cord running from it. The whole thing looked like a perverse teeter-totter.

The couple fastened Amanda into the contraption first. After unfastening her ankle cuffs, they made her spread her legs and stand on two wedge blocks that were placed at the corners of the platform. Yhese wedges forced her to stand on her on the balls of her feet. The Master and Mistress locked Amanda to the machine by some short chains that clipped her ankle cuffs to rings set on the platform’s corners. Mistress checked approvingly the cuffs that held her sister’s arms behind her back and then looped a length of rope around her elbows and cinched them together, forcing her already large breasts out even further. Lastly, after coating one of the phallus’ with that insidious ointment that seemed to make her puss burn and itch with need, Mistress eased the phallus into Amanda’s sex until it disappeared inside her.

Then, it was Cassandra’s turn.

After unfastening her ankle cuffs from one another, Cassandra felt Master tap her inner thigh. She spread her legs and moved forward as she had watched her sister do, standing on a pair of similar wedges as the strangers refastened her cuffs to the platform. She felt a loop of rope being pulled securely around her elbows until her elbows touched. The man cinched the rope tight before helping Mistress in positioning the glistening ointment coated dildo into the folds of her sex. Cassandra gasped as they pushed the large phallus into her until she too straddled the pole.

The Mistress checked Cassandra to make sure all of Sandy’s bindings were secure. The Master went to the center of the pole and, with a few twists, raised it until the pole was balanced, almost pressing against each girl’s sex.

“Slaves,” Ray addressed his acquisitions, “It is important for a slave to maintain her posture and balance. I have created for you a device to help you with just that.”

Master slowly circled the twins and the platform.

“Once I flip the switch, the vibrators inside you will begin to hum. Very low at first, but gradually increasing as time goes on...”