Chapter 2

Amanda's heart sank as she heard her sister Cassandra starting to sob through her gag. Neither of their captors had moved. The man was holding a riding crop, tapping it into one hand. The woman just held her crop by her side. Both were looking at Sandy as her tears made dark trails from her eyeliner.

"Now, I don't know who is who," the man said, talking with a slight southern accent, "and I really don't care. You, young lady..."

The man pointed his crop at Amanda, still bound naked above her sister; her hands bound behind her back and her mouth gagged with an obscene gag with a black gel dildo protruding out of it.

" ... you are going to be known as number 1."

The woman, Mistress, turned and went over to the armoire and removed from it a red leather collar. On the front, a big chrome number 1 was emblazoned. Without a word, the woman Amanda knew as Mistress fastened the collar around her neck, locking it into place.

"Now, 1, you have pleased us with your performance here. You made your sister here cum and that means you aren't going to be whupped. However, your sister there isn't going to be as fortunate. She's going to learn firsthand not to disappoint us."

Ray smiled, listening to Cassandra's renewed sobs. Both young blondes were gorgeous, being bound in a '69' position and glistening from their sexual efforts. Number 1's breast dangled down over her sister, jiggling as she caught her breath. The other twin lay on her back, her eyes closed and her head turned away from the couple.

The twins were a fine catch.

Ray and his wife Janice had spent many an hour looking at the twins' advertisements and appearances on behalf of Double Barrel Ale, but nothing compared to seeing them stripped naked and helplessly bound. Both girls had large breasts with large, pink nipples. Both had long, honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a cute spray of freckles across the bridge of their noses. Both would be wonderful playthings for their client once they got them trained.

Ray's wife went over and got the second collar, a black leather one with the number 2 fastened on the front. They would be able to tell instantly each girl by the color of their collar. Janice roughly fastened the black collar around number 2's neck and locked it into place.

"Now, I don't want to fight you all here. Too easy for you to get hurt bad so please do what I order you to do and we'll all be fine. Number 1, we're going to have to get you off your sister."

The blonde Mistress carefully undid the knots around each of Amanda's ankles before hooking her finger through the front 'D' ring to Amanda's collar and pulling her forward. Amanda struggled to keep balance, trying not to step on her sister as she climbed off bed. The Mistress guided her over to stand in front of the man.

"Pay attention, girls. I'm just going to say this once. If I have to repeat it, I will just whup you until it sinks in. Clear?"

Amanda was the first to nod, followed by the sniffling Cassandra.

"Now when I tap you on the thigh like this..."

Ray took his riding crop and tapped Amanda's left inner thigh lightly.

"That means open your legs up as wide as possible so we can see your pretty little pussy..."

The man waited, staring at Amanda.

Amanda blushed as she started to spread her legs as wide as she could. She could feel the tears about to burst and she swallowed to try to keep them from erupting.

"You see, number 1, that wasn't so hard now after all," the man said, "and you both have such nice looking little pussies too. That nice little strip of soft, blonde bush just makes me want to get that much closer to you all."

Amanda squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his fingers caress through her nest and trail down to her sex. Gently, he eased a finger inside of her and began stroking up and down her slick slit.

"I see you're ready for me," the man whispered into Amanda's ear, causing her to turn away. She drew a sobbing sigh of relief when the man removed his finger from her.

"It is important that you obey these commands immediately. If you don't, young ladies, things are going to be bad between us. Now, my love, would you get number 1 ready while I get number 2?"

"My pleasure," Mistress purred.

Amanda opened her eyes when she felt Mistress grab her chin and turned it to face her. Mistress' cold green eyes stared into 1's dark ones.

"Do I see tears?" she asked.

Amanda shook her head a little.

"No?" Mistress smiled, "I think you are a liar, number 1. You know, you can be punished for lying, my little slave. So I ask you again, are you crying?"

Amanda nodded, sobs bursting out of her as her tears now freely flowed.

"Now, now," Mistress brushed Mandy's hair, "It's alright. Your Master and I will take good care of you and I promise not to hurt you too much. But you have to promise me that you will behave too. Can you do that?"

The captured blonde nodded, her eyes averted from the Mistress's hard stare.

"Good. First, I am going to replace your gag with something a little different. I want you to be a silent as a little mouse as I replace it. Do you understand, slave 1?"

Again, Amanda nodded.

The Mistress walked around and undid the buckles to the gag. She was so relieved to get that black penis out from in front of her face as Mistress pulled the gag away. The rubber of the gag had tasted hideous and its bitter tang lingered in her mouth. As Mistress turned from her, Amanda took a quick glance at her sister. The man had taken her from the bed and stood her beside Amanda. Sandy was still bawling into her gag as she spread her legs wide just as Amanda had done.

"Open wide," Mistress smiled as she held up the gag. This one had a short, black penis on the inside. Amanda opened her mouth as the woman guided the phallus in. Soon, the straps to the gag were fastened tightly; making sure that Amanda couldn't speak intelligibly.

Next, Amanda watched as the woman took a long pole from beneath the bed. It was about as long as a yardstick and had a leather cuff on either end. She watched as Mistress buckled one of her ankles to one end then fastened the other to her remaining ankle. This forced her to keep her legs opened wide.

"Now, my precious slave, I am going to untie your wrists and put them into something more comfortable. If you make any move to try to escape, Master here will hurt your sister very badly. Now you don't want that now, do you?"

Amanda shook her head. There was no way she was going to do anything to hurt her sister if she could help it. She glanced over to her sister Sandy, and their locked eyes briefly. She still had that awful dildo sticking out of her face. Sandy had run out of tears, her dark eyes now bloodshot with fear.

Number 1 felt the rope holding her wrists together loosen and fall away but she didn't dare move, even when she noticed that Mistress had went back to the dresser for the new restraints. The man was watching Amanda intently. With her legs restrained apart as they were, an escape attempt would be very brief, very one sided, and would probably end up with both her and her sister being punished severely. No, Amanda stayed put, bracing herself for whatever would come next.

What was next looked like a pair of leather mittens without the thumbs. The woman guided Amanda's hand out in front and put each mitten on, buckling the leather strap around each wrist so there was no way to pull them off. The mittens forced her fingers to curl into a fist with very little wriggle room. The woman then locked Amanda's wrists together with a clip.

"You're such a good girl," Mistress purred, "Now raise your hands above your head."

Again, Amanda did as she was told. She glanced up and noticed for the first time several ropes dangling from the ceiling. Mistress knotted one around the clip holding Amanda's wrists together before going over the wall. Amanda felt the rope become taut as Mistress pulled it until the bound girl's toes barely touched the carpet.

Mistress turned Amanda until she faced her sister Cassandra.