*Smack!*
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
The room was filled with a symphony of cutting howls and fabric tearing from its thin skewers. If Ariela hadn’t pinned Emi to the bed with her grip on her hair, the young girl would have thrown herself left and right, but now all she could do was to flinch and writhe under the sadistic lady’s firm grip, while Rosa fondled at her bosom, too afraid of to stop even for a second.
“Do you want it to stop, little twin?”
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
“Ggghhh! Yes! Please!” Emi wailed.
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
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“Free your sister’s breasts from her dress then.”
Emi didn’t even hesitate for a second before she desperately tore at Rosa’s laced neckline. With a force that shocked the whole room, she pulled the fabric with an almost snarling sound, and Rosa whimpered, reflexively pulling her hands up to protect her exposed, perky tits.
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
“Make sure your sister stops being such a tease. We all want to see those cute little tits, don’t we?”
Emi wrestled her sister’s hands away, forcing her to expose herself to the room and the strange men.
Rosa’s face turned red as the shy girl’s breasts were exposed for the first time in front of strangers, sisters and her father alike. They were like a mirror image of her twin’s – shapely without hanging, with bright nipples that almost seemed to melt into the surrounding skin and pink little flower buds on top that bobbed as she struggled fruitlessly against her sister’s hands. It must have been the chilly evening air, but it looked like they were… stiff.
“Emi! Stop!” she whimpered, trying to break free from the tight grip, but her sister was either naturally stronger or desperation gave her strength, because she didn’t budge an inch. Michel saw that Emi’s buds had stiffened as well, but maybe that was an effect of the pain she took from the whip. “Let me go! Please please!”
“I’m sorry, Rosa…” Emi sobbed through clenched teeth. “I-I must!”
“So, so,” said Lady Armond, placing the whip under Rosa’s chin. “Now be kind to your sister. You don’t want her to have to suffer because of you. Right?”
Rosa swallowed a sob but stopped struggling. If there was one thing everyone who knew Rosa agreed on, it was that she had a heart of gold. She would do anything to let her sister avoid the thin whip that was currently resting by her neck. So, dejected and with a single tear sailing down her cheek, she lowered her arms and let them fall to her side.
“Much better.” The whip swept down Rosa’s cheek and neck before stopping at the border of the bright little buds. She stroked the plump skin lightly, almost tenderly, and Rosa shuddered noticeably as the thin wood made contact with the sensitive, smooth surface. Then she returned with the whip to Emi’s chest. Swiftly and without warning she snapped and Emi yelped in surprise. She tried to fling herself to safety, but Ariela’s free hand had already anticipated the move and caught her hair between its almost unnaturally strong fingers.
*Smack!*
“AGGHH!”
*Smack!*
“AHH! Ahhh!”
*Smack!*
“Please! PLEASE!”
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
Five raps as fast as you could count one’s heartbeats. Five red stripes over white skin. A squealing, blonde and gorgeous twin on one side, a silent and terrified twin opposite. And between the two of them stood Lady Ariela Armond, breathing heavily with her eyes almost glazy as the girl writhed under her hands.
“Do you want the pain to end for your poor sister, Rosa? Do you want to spare her tormented, fine little breasts?”
Rosa nodded with wide eyes.
“Suck the little buds then. Heal her pain with your soft, wet lips. Make her moan by something other than despair and the sting of the whip.”
Rosa didn’t seem able to quite take in what the merciless and depraved young woman meant.
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Emi squirmed and struggled, but couldn’t avoid the stinging raps that bit into the exposed skin, leaving streaks of red with each contact.
“Suck your sister’s stiff tits, whore!” Ariela hissed. “Or watch me destroy them with my whip!”
“Please Rosa, just do as she says,” pleaded Emi. “It hurts so much! Please!”
Rosa cleared her throat, swallowed, and leaned down against her sister’s red streaked chest. She closed her eyes as her lips embraced the hard bud. And there she stood, tense and with her arms hanging limply as she awkwardly sucked on her twin sister’s breasts. Emilie let out a moan of relief and seemed to relax as Ariela demonstratively lowered the whip.
“Massage her other breast with your hand.” Rosa obeyed and began to squeeze and caress the free tit. “And use your tongue. Rub and lick the tip over the hard little bud. So yes, go ahead. Don’t stop now while I direct some attention to your other sister here on the floor.”
Maia, who was tied with her hands behind her back and the thick knot between her lips now dark with saliva, backed away as Ariela turned to face her. “You must forgive me my dear. I have neglected you, but not forgotten you.” The young lady fished inside her neckline and picked up a glass vial filled with a dark, red liquid. She unscrewed the cork and stood over Michel’s eldest daughter. “This is called Heart Arrow. It is a mixture that alchemists have long kept secret, but with which they have made a lot of money spreading in the right circles. Do you know what an aphrodisiac is? No? Let’s say it spurs the parts of us that we spend far too much time suppressing.” She bent down, creating a gap between the rope and Maia’s open mouth. “I’ve seen women go crazy within minutes by two drops of this little gift. Lose control of their bodies and lose all inhibitions. Take off their clothes and throw themselves on the floor. Rub themselves against carpets, against door frames. Legs and shoes. Sobbing and crying on all fours, desperate to get something to quench their… thirst. After three drops, I’ve seen innocent girls wiggle their flowing penises at aroused dogs, eager to be covered like the cunts they deep down are.” Ariela’s voice became husky as she brought the glass container to Maia’s quivering lips. With a quick movement she tipped the vial. Half its contents, many times the three drops she mentioned, poured into Maia’s mouth, who gasped through the ropes as the red liquid hit her tongue.
Ariela closed the glass container and set it aside on the bedside table as she began to lace up her corset. Rosa was sucking on her sister’s breast while Emi… Michel must be going crazy, because it looked like she had started to squirm softly against her sister’s treatment – eyes closed and teeth biting her bottom lip.
By the time the corset hit the floor, Maia’s pale skin had turned pink, with her cheeks red as if they were on fire. She twisted and threw herself against her ropes, her legs parting as wide as they would go with her bare feet still bound.
Ariela kicked off her shoes and showed her own smooth feet, toenails colored dark red. She sat on the bed and brought one foot up towards the squealing girl on the floor. She stroked her cheek with her toes, dabbed the saliva that had leaked from the rope and spread it over Maia’s poor, writhing face.
She should have fought back, should have tried to avoid the sadistic lady’s wandering foot, but Maia – lost in the fog of what that vial now contained – followed the foot with her face. Twisting her neck so the lady could more easily smear the saliva over her cheeks and chin, all the while whimpering like a wounded puppy. Her whole body shook and she spread her legs as wide as she could, struggling to reach the floor with her crotch and… rub it, Michel assumed. He sobbed, but was unable to help his poor daughter, who had already lost the strength to fight the drug that was spreading through her blood, turning her face and body red.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll be nice back. I will reward you and satisfy the itch spreading over your body. Do you understand, girl?”
Maiai nodded, quickly and eagerly, her eyes wide.
“Good. When I cut the ropes around your face, you stick your tongue out and breathe heavily, panting. It shouldn’t be too hard, I suspect. But you must do absolutely nothing without my permission. And from now on, you don’t use words when you want to say something. From now on, you are a little puppy in heat, and everything you do should reflect that. If you want to be scratched, you bark. If you are in pain, you whimper. If you’re hot, you pant, your tongue hanging out of your mouth. And if you’re a really good little puppy, mom will reward you well. Do you understand?”
Maia nodded again and brushed her forehead against Ariela’s foot in a dog-like gesture. Ariela nimbly cut the ropes between her lips, leaned back and stuck her foot out again. “Lick, cunt.”
Maia pounced on Ariela’s bare feet. Her tongue was quick and wet as she eagerly, and very dog-like, licked over the bare toes and up the back of the foot. She gaped as Ariela pressed her toes against the opening of her mouth and forced herself inside. “Suck my toes, whore.”
And Maia obeyed. Devoted, with searching puppy eyes directed up at the lady.
“Good puppy. You wish you could do something about the fire between your legs, don’t you? That someone, anyone, would direct their hands or tongue to the throbbing folds under that dress.” Maia rubbed her eyes close to tears. The lips tightened around the young lady’s big toe and as the foot left her mouth to move down between the girl’s legs she squealed in suppressed agony. She didn’t seem to know what to do, bound hand and foot and kneeling in front of the excited domination, but when the ankle shot under the skirt and found its way between her thighs, she eagerly began to rub against Ariela’s bare foot.
“Breathe faster. Stick out your tongue. You are not human, you are a dog. Do you remember?”
Maia obeyed, unable to control either body or emotions. The only thing she knew was what her owner told her. All she could do was obey. And maybe, if she was a good puppy, she would be rewarded. So she humped, without a thought for dignity, nimbly and quick against the lady’s raised ankle, leaving streaks of her running juices across the skin.
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