Chapter 7

After a refreshing shower, Ray got dressed, humming to himself the commercial theme for Double Barrel Ale. He could hear his wife Janice turning the shower off and getting herself dressed as well. It had been a long, exhausting day so far and he wanted to take a quick break from it all.

Ray grabbed a bottle of Fat Tire out of the fridge and sat himself down on the old couch in the living room. All the furniture in this place had pretty much come from thrift stores and nothing matched. There was no sense in buying anything new since they were planning on just leaving everything here after they were done. Let somebody else figure out what to do with it.

Janice joined him, relaxing in one of the mismatched armchairs and nibbling on some Ritz crackers. She had donned a nice cream-colored blouse and a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans. A pair of black thigh-high boots completed her outfit. He could see by the slight jiggling of her breasts that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Whatcha thinking?" Janice asked.

"Nothing. Just trying not to think for a stretch. We can't fuck this one up."

"We can't fuck up any of them," Janice said, "It would be hard to explain to the kids why we're behind bars."

Ray smiled, "Speaking of the kids, had a chance to talk to them?"

"Spoke with Jeffery. He said things were going okay. Said that Stephanie was out and about but I am sure he's keeping a pretty tight leash on her. Sounds like they're enjoying their parentless paradise."

"I'd bet," Ray took a long draw on his beer, "That's what we need, a real vacation to a real island. Just you and I. Maybe a cruise around Hawaii."

"Sounds wonderful. Perhaps after this is done..."

Janice trailed off. The business always came first, sometimes even before the kids. It was hard, but when an assignment came in, you had to expedite it ASAP or you may not be in the queue for the next one.

"Your turn to make dinner," Ray said, setting down his beer on the coffee table.

"And what are you going to do?"

Ray gave her a shark-like grin, "I'm going to play the not-so-bad-cop."

Cassandra's stomach ached from her sobs as well from being empty. She pulled at her restraints again, trying to find some give to them, but there was none. She knew there wouldn't be, but she had to do something. Her shoulders ached. Her wrists had been cuffed behind her back and then pulled up toward the ceiling, so she was forced to lean forward. The position was awkward at best and left little room to struggle. She could pull at her cuffed ankles tied to the brass foot railing, but it did no good.

The warm prickling between her legs was growing more intense. She could feel it inflaming her clit, making it more sensitive. She squirmed about, trying to get some sort of relief, but, bound as she was, she couldn't. She whimpered in frustration as she hung her head down, the black phallus of her gag pointing toward her sex.

The blonde lifted her head when she heard the door open. It was the man. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He held a nasty-looking riding crop in one hand and the lunch that Mistress took away in the other.

"Heard you didn't eat," he said, looking at her.

Cassandra just hung her head down, her long blonde hair obscuring her face.

"I really don't care if you eat or not. But, this I can promise you: if you eat something, then I can guarantee that you will spend the night with your fellow slave. Would you like that, number 2?"

Sandy looked up, a spark of hope lighting up her face. She nodded her head.

"Okay, slave, let's get that gag out of your mouth and something in to your belly."

Master undid the buckles to her gag and eased it from her mouth. Sandy licked her dry lips as the man placed the plate on her lap. Cassandra stared at the sandwich and chips; her stomach still queasy from her roiling emotions.

The man sat down beside her and offered her a sip of Coke. She took the straw in her mouth and took several long sips before he took it away. He offered her the sandwich next and she reluctantly took a bite. Sandy focused on seeing her twin sister again, forcing herself to swallow. Soon, she had eaten most everything on the plate.

"You see what you can do when you put your mind to it, slave," Ray grinned, taking the plate away.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," Sandy said.

The man's smile dropped from his face, "What did you say, slave?"

"Nothing, Master," she quietly answered.

"I see we're going to have to gag you again. I had so many high hopes for you."

"Please, no, Master."

"Too late," The man said before going over to the lone dresser and opening a drawer, grabbing a roll of duct tape.

"Now keep your trap shut or I'll have to use that cattle prod on you. Understand, slave?"