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Taming the Twins
(Melissa DuVant)
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Taming the Twins Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Troublesome Students Chapter 2: Respect the Teacher Chapter 6: Involuntary Training Chapter 9: An Agreement is Made Chapter 10: A Test for the Twins Chapter 11: A Privilege, Not a Right Chapter 13: Her Master's Voice Chapter 18: Tending the Grounds Chapter 19: Grading and Assessment Leashing the Lawyer Chapter 1: Captured Thanks to all my backers and everyone that enjoys reading these books! Chapter 1: Troublesome Students Akari took her suitcases out of the taxi, smiling awkwardly at the driver, the suspension of the car lifting up as the weights were removed. All the equipment was heavy! At least her destination was obvious though - on the cul-de-sac of large mansions, heavy with symbols of wealth and prosperity, there was one that was darker, run-down and ragged-looking. After paying the taxi driver, she started wheeling her cases towards it. It had once been as fancy as all the others, gleaming and clean, the owners able to pay to have everything maintained. That didn't seem to be true anymore - now the brickwork was covered with moss and ivy, the windows dark and ominous, the pool choked with dead greenery. Still, despite the worn-down look, that's where her two students lived. The motorized gate was partially open, jammed or broken. The postbox was jammed full of mail, melted into a sodden mass. She shook her head - young ladies really should have more respect for their property! But these two were meant to be very badly behaved, so would likely need very harsh discipline. And then they could be shaped into proper, respectable young women. Akari smiled to herself. And they were both attractive - almost excessively American, with vividly blonde hair, bright makeup, and just her type! And twins, looking identical in the pictures she had seen. Being hired by a relative wasn't that unusual, to discipline and train erring young women, although he had seemed very nervous, dabbing his forehead throughout. He probably wanted to get his hands on this property - even just the land had to be a few million, at least. The pathway to the door was shadowed by thick, overgrown hedges, blocking out the afternoon sunlight, the temperature dropping. Akari's cases bumped and jumped over the uneven floor, jangling her arms as they did so. Did she really need all her equipment? Well, the two of them were meant to be very naughty, so it had seemed better to be fully equipped, even if it was making her arms ache! She pushed the front door open, surprised it wasn't locked. Inside, everything was dark and gloomy, what had once been a grand entrance hall now dirty and dark, with a barely-visible grand staircase spiraling upwards, large doorways leading into other rooms. The twins were probably sleeping somewhere, at a guess? The floor creaked, the scent of mold making Akari wrinkle her nose in distaste. She'd have to get the girls to clean this place up! That would be a good starting lesson for them. She advanced towards the staircase - at least part of the place must be inhabitable, the reports had been very clear that it was where they lived. And also what had happened to the last tutor! Well, they hadn't been as skilled as Akari. Her fingers twitched, wanting to get stuck into those soft, luscious bodies, make those plump, red lips warp in moans and screams, bound behind gags! She'd definitely make them into good girls, whether they wanted it or not. She was at the foot of the stairwell now, trying to assess if it was safe enough to use, a grimy skylight allowing some daylight into the room. A slithering noise sounded out from above her, something wrapping around her body before she could react, rope biting around her waist and then pulling taut, dragging her upwards. For a second, she kept hold of the cases, feeling her arms strain as she was hauled upwards, before letting go, hearing the crash downwards. The rope pinned her arms to her sides, putting pressure on her belly as she was hauled upwards, towards the ceiling. She could hear the squeak of a pulley, and girlish giggles as she came face to face with a young woman. Long, blonde hair, framing a pretty face, makeup precise and perfect. Black lingerie - stockings, suspenders, gloves, bra and panties, all in fine lace, along with a white crystal choker. That would need replacing with a plain collar, at least until anything nicer had been earned back! Akari wriggled, kicking her legs and trying to hook a foot over the edge of the internal balcony to regain some control, but the woman shoved it away, leaving her dangling in the air. 'Marissa? Or is it Carissa? I am Akari Musubime, your new tutor. Kindly release me, so that we can begin.' A gloved hand reached out and stroked against Akari's cheek, the lace slightly scratchy, before grabbing underneath Akari's chin and making her look up, staring into baby-blue eyes, wide and innocent-looking, despite the wicked grin on their face. 'Another tutor? I wonder if you know what happened to the last one? But I found you, so that means I get the first turn with you.' Her fingers slapped against Akari's cheek, just enough force to sting, before rubbing against Akari's lips. Then she pushed harder, spinning Akari around. Hand groped against her backside, feeling along the tight pencil-skirt, finding the zip. It bzzzed open, the fabric falling down, off Akari's legs and dropping away. Beneath, she was just wearing stockings - the lace-wrapped fingers brushed against her legs, poking into the back of her knees. 'What happens when I do this?' The fingers pushed between her thighs, sliding against her bare slit - the lace was rougher than bare skin, the touch stimulating, especially when fingers slid more forcefully into place, and Akari hissed in a breath. 'You're going to be fun to play with! Nice and sensitive.' The fingers slid back and forth, and Akari felt herself loosen - she'd spent the last few days travelling, so hadn't been able to relieve her stress like normal! 'This is not how you should treat your tutor!' She couldn't see well enough to kick backwards, not wanting to be left dangling here, but this woman definitely needed training in order to be a respectful member of society. And the touching strokes did feel good! She let herself relax into the stroking touches, the fingers light and seductive. The fingers withdrew, then slapped against her pussy, the impact making her shudder. The rope was pressed tight against her belly, making it harder and harder to breath, the impact expelling all the air in here, as the woman giggled. 'Oh, we'll treat you well. We'll have a lot of fun with you! And I found you, so I get to play with you first.' Wood creaked, heels tapping against wood. A voice, or possibly the same voice as before, spoke. 'Hey! That's not fair! You were hogging the shower!' 'I found her, she's mine! But you can play with her as well.' As the lace-gloved hands stroked between her legs, another pair of hands grabbed at her calves. Akari tried to twist around to see, but her own body blocked most of her vision, although she could see there was another person there, pale skin on display. Rope wrapped around her ankles, rough hemp prickling through her stockings, before fingers fiddled with the buckles on her heels. The shoes fell down, the sound of their impact echoing upwards. 'Hey!' Those had been designer! 'This is no way to behave.' Fingers rubbed against her feet, making her feet twitch, trying to curl them up, to escape the tickling pressure, shaking her body around, but the rope was tight enough that she couldn't move well. 'She's small! But so sensitive. We should take her to the playroom. I wonder what she'll think of the toys? The last one started screaming really fast, so we had to stuff her mouth before the neighbors started to complain.' 'Bleh, neighbors!' 'Maybe that hunk from across the street will come? I want to play with him!' It was hard keeping track of which one was speaking, the two voices identical, especially with the growing desire within her, and the forced twitches bought on by the touches against her feet, her stockings giving scant protection. 'Let's get her locked up so we can have some fun. Just remember, I found her, so she's mine!' Metal creaked, and she was dragged backwards, hands pulling on her legs, patting her backside. One of her feet brushed against the railing, and then she suddenly dropped, just about managing to stay standing, more rope getting wrapped around her body, tight enough to restrict her arms. She tried pushing back against it, but even the sloppy binding was done enough times to be effective. And not wearing heels was making her feet ache! Her tendons weren't used to flats, hurting in unusual ways. She was spun around, coming face-to-face with her captors. The newcomer looked identical to the first woman, except wearing all white lingerie, rather than black. Even her makeup and hair were identical, the pair perfect twins. Akari tried not to let her mouth water at the thought of having the two of them at her mercy, even as her mind whirled through the possibilities - a pair of maids? Or one bound atop the other? One on each end of a double-ended dildo, writhing and penetrated. The ropes around her were pulled, dragging her forward. Walking without heels hurt! And the floor was creaky and rough, battered wood moaning with every step. One twin took up position on each side of her, taking a firm grip of her. 'Marissa and Carissa, isn't it?' A hand slapped her ass, a satisfyingly hard impact, her gasp echoing around. 'We need to get you into the playroom! I think you'll be better with a gag in your mouth.' On the other side, a hand stroked upwards, groping her breast through her blouse. 'She's nice and soft.' She was dragged forward, uncomfortably fast, down a long, dark hallway, barely able to see. Black shouldered open a door, revealing a room that was less damaged than the rest, the walls a bright white, although marred with heavy scuff marks, bright, clear electrical lights banishing back shadows. It was filled with all sorts of bondage equipment - cages dangled from the ceiling, a wooden X-cross was propped against the walls, while stocks lay open in front of her. Whips, crops, paddles and too many other things to quickly identify were scattered all about the place, untidily tossed aside, despite the hooks on the walls were they were meant to be kept. 'I think she needs a spanking.' 'HEY! She's mine first! Then you can have some fun.' Akari was dragged to the side, still distracted by the sheer amount of toys and restraints here - if she'd known this was here, she wouldn't have dragged her own equipment! A metal collar dangled from the ceiling, hanging from a chain. Too late, she tried to resist, but her Achille's tendons were aching, unable to cope without heels, a black-gloved hand reaching up towards the collar and pulling it forward, snapping it around Akari's neck. 'Hey, she's already got a collar.' A finger poked beneath the metal band, feeling the thin metal day-collar that was locked around her neck, tweaking it slightly. Having someone else touch it stung her pride, even as the thicker collar dragged her upward and forced her back onto tip-toes, that position more comfortable, closer to how she normally walked. She started to twist herself against the ropes, feeling them slacken off, although neither of the twins seemed to notice as they bickered about what to use first. At least it was locked on tightly enough it couldn't be removed with heavy hardware! 'That was earned. I would advise you to release me, so I can complete my tasks.' Canes, leather loops, even a prod - she licked her lips, unable to control the stimulation she was feeling, looking forward to taking some of the implements to the two brats. She still had no idea which one was Marissa and which one Carissa, but she could enjoy herself tormenting it out of them! Of course, she'd need to get free first, but the rope knotting felt sloppy and loose. Black approached, a fat ball-gag in her hands, smiling at Akari. 'Open wide! I don't think you're going to be able to tutor us much.' Out of instinct, Akari's lips spread, the gag-ball sliding into place, comfortably nestling into place, making her feel even more aroused, despite the taste of stale spit on the ball. It made it harder to think, thoughts fuzzing from past memories. A cane thwapped, and then slapped against her buttocks, making her grunt through the gag. She wriggled her backside, wanting more, harder and harsher impacts. White smiled, looking her in the eyes, before reaching for Akari's blouse and tearing. Buttons popped as it was ripped open, Akari protesting with a weak mewl through her gag. Air kissed against her skin, her bra offering little protection as lace-wrapped fingers stroked against her belly, before unhooking the front clasp of her bra. It dropped open, baring her breasts. The lace made the touch even more stimulating, a hot flush rippling through her. 'Ooo, that's cool.' One hand kept playing with a nipple, the other stroking down her flank, up and down a writhing dragon tattoo, colors starting to gleam as she sweated. The cane struck against her backside again, harder this time, making her grunt in pain. White pressed forward, rubbing her own body against Akari's, soft and lithe, their breasts pushing together. The lace brushed against Akari's skin, a hand dropping down between Akari's legs, lightly teasing. Her breathing was coming in short pants now, gasping in White's scent. 'She's nice and desperate. I think we should keep her - I want a pet!' 'Mphh!' Akari twitched her hips, wanting release, to have those fingers inside of her. Or, even better, a nice fat dildo, filling her entirely! And the cane strikes weren't nearly hard enough, she needed them to be a lot rougher and harsher. Or that leather loop, flicked against her body! Instead, she had to endure their enthusiastic fumbles, trying to find pleasure in the strikes, her breasts being stroked, body being explored. She tried to study White, the only one she could see - slightly taller than she was, pert and attractive, seeming to be a natural blonde rather than dyed. There was a faintly visible dusting of pubic hair through the thin lace of her panties, and that jeweled choker was far too nice, and would need replacing with a plainer collar! 'Gpphhh!' That strike had been harder, almost enough to enjoy. And a lace-wrapped finger slid into her pussy, soaking up her juices, thrusting deeply in. She thrust her hips forward, trying to get herself off, as a hand slapped against her cheek. She was having to suck and gasp in order to keep from dribbling, wanting to set some kind of example. White giggled, the innocent sound jarring with her actions. 'Naughty, horny teacher! We're going to have some fun with you.' Black growled from behind her, striking her again. 'She's mine, remember! You can share her, sometimes.' Another strike, satisfyingly hard, struck against her buttocks, before the cane was tossed aside, landing with a clatter. Akari winced - at least put it tidily away! Then heels clicked away, followed by the sound of rummaging, items clanking together, then returning. All the while, fingers stroked and writhed within her, stoking her desire. She'd never been finger-fucked with lace gloves before - it felt good, far better than she'd expected, despite White's overly-heavy touches. But then it withdrew, and she deflated with a sigh, denied her release. Akari thrust her hips forward, growling, wanting more touching and stroking, to be finished off. Instead, a hand flicked, striking against her aroused pussy, warm and sensitive. She growled again - these two would need a lot of disciplining! Although she have some special toys, that she'd never had the chance to use before. White kept her hand in place, rubbing her lace-scratchy palm against Akari's crotch, enough to keep her teased and stimulated, but not enough to get off. The frustration was warring with desire, her hips twisting on their own, grinding and humping. 'Bit desperate, aren't you? A teacher that's horny all the time isn't going to get much down!' A harsh strike smacked against Akari's backside, making her gasp, unable to control herself, dribble splashing down, sticky and gross down her chest. These two better have a working shower, otherwise she'd dunk them in the pool! 'Maybe we should lock her away?' Black spoke from behind her, jabbing at her with the cane, poking her in the buttock with it. 'She's only small, would be easy to shove her into a cage.' Akari growled again - not that she minded a cage, at least a nice one, but the ones here were small, cramped and dirty, stained with sweat and other fluids. She kept struggling against the ropes, feeling the bindings loosen further, the twins bickering about what to do with her, poking and stroking her. Black gave her a savage strike from behind, cane flexing as it struck across her buttocks, an impact that would leave a deep, red welt, before walking away. More rummaging sounds, Akari grimacing from the sheer mess, and the dust-scented air, mingled with odors of sweat and lust. Then Black walked back towards her, heels making her easy to track. At least that was one thing that she wouldn't have to train them in! They had good posture, despite their slovenly surroundings. Although she still had no idea which one was which - aside from wearing black or white lace, they were otherwise identical. Metal pressed against her waist, cold and grimy. 'Mphhh!' A band cinched itself around her body, digging into her skin, just above her hips. White's hand withdrew, then pushed through her thighs, pulling more metal through, a ring pushing between her buttocks, pushing them apart over her asshole. She struggled, recognizing it now, a device she hated, as the chastity belt was locked around her. She hadn't been in chastity since the very start of her training and that had almost driven her insane with frustration! And now these damn brats had locked her away from touching herself. When she was free, she'd make their asses glow, bright and cherry red. They giggled, both of them, the sound eerie as it echoed around the room. Akari's hands tensed up, her nails pricking against her palms. And then the world went dark, as a leather sack was tossed over her head, stinking of sweat, tears and hair product. It immediately made her breathing harder, the sack puffing in, wet and clammy against her face. A hand tapped against the metal, the crotch-plate impacting her body, not hard enough to derive any pleasure from. Now she couldn't see, it was impossible to tell who was speaking, their voices identical, hands groping and molesting her body, teasing her further, even though she was now locked away. And then nothing, as they stepped away. 'Let go get some lunch! Then we can come back and play with our new "teacher" some more.' 'Sounds good. Wonder if she'll last any longer than the last one? She broke down and fled after three days.' Akari heard them walk away, still fighting against the ropes, her heat sealed behind the belt, igniting a cold fury within her. She'd teach these bratty bitches to be obedient! Chapter 2: Respect the Teacher Akari pulled the hood off, glad to have the stinking thing off her head. The ropes slithered off her body, the knots no challenge for her. Now she was just tethered by the neck - she felt along the collar, finding where the lock was. It was just a regular padlock, and she reached up to take a pin from her hair, some of the strands falling loose, bending it out then shoving it into the keyhole. A little bit of wriggling and sliding, and it popped open, the metal collar releasing her. Next was the gag, simply buckled on - she released it, tilting her head to swallow the swell of spittle, trying to wipe off what had already splashed down her body. Now to capture those little bitches, and start their training! Akari moved her hand down to feel at the chastity belt, pulling on the metal. And get this thing off - but starting to tame those brats came first. She glanced around, grinning and picking up a stun-gun, squeezing the trigger. Electricity sparked between the contacts, crackling through the air. With the way they were dressed, she had ample places to target. What else? Rope - she picked up the coils that had bound her, looping it back and around into a figure-8 shape, before tying it off and sliding it over her shoulder. It was a massively long cord, but she could use all of it. Two of the rank leather hoods, flexible enough that she could shove them into her belt. Clothing would make her feel a lot more secure! As would shoes, but those were down in the entrance hall. She'd have to get them back soon - she'd barely worn them! And not having heels felt strange, her tendons stretching out painfully. Now to find where those two bitches had gone! Akari moved as quietly as possible, bare feet at least making stealth easier. She crept through the dark passageways, finding more empty rooms - most seemed to be abandoned but crammed full of stuff, with old clothing tossed in, piles high enough that distinct strata were visible. Everything smelled musty and old, unseen mold making Akari's skin crawl. This whole place needed a clean! When it had been clean, it must have been quite grand - the rooms were large and high, with big windows, even if they were now mostly blocked with rubbish. Slovenly girls! Well, that would need training out of them. Akari came to the top of the grand stairwell, the winch now empty of the rope that had bound her. She cocked her head, still not hearing anything, cautiously heading back down the stairs, sticking to the edges, acutely aware of every creak and groan the boards made beneath her. On the ground floor, she found her shoes, glad to slip them back on, adding several inches to her height, and keeping her feet off the grimy floor. She heard a sound, a tuneless whistling, and pushed herself against the wall, stun-gun at the ready. The whistling got closer and closer, a grating, disordered sound, without any rhythm. Akari much preferred gagged gasps and grunts! Black emerged from a hallway, now with a riding crop in hand, slicing it through the air. Akari let her walk forward, taking a moment to admire the woman's smooth skin, her taut buttocks, white-blonde hair flicking from side-to-side with every step. Then she stepped forward and thrust with the stun-gun, right into the small of Black's back. There was a satisfying moment of connection, and a pained gurgle-gasp. Akari caught her before she hit the ground, before unlooping the rope and starting to twist it into place. She twisted it around the woman, binding them into a hogtie, feeling their body resist it, pushing harder to apply more pressure. She was starting to wriggle, the shock fading already, but didn't have much scope to move as Akari tore away her skimpy thong, shoving it into Black's mouth, then shoving the hood over the top, tucking it beneath the jeweled choker. With the hood over her face, it would take her a while to spit it out, but she might be able to wriggle out of the hogtie. She ran all the way up the stairs, holding the other end of the rope, then tossing it over the winch and starting to pull. By the time Black was in view, she had recovered from the shock, wriggling and twisting, panting through the hood. Her body was bent tightly in a curve, her arms bound to her calves, back bent at a steep angle. Akari reached out and pushed, making them spin around. 'Don't wriggle too much! Now, I just need to go and get your sister, and then we can begin.' She spun them again, before slapping that luscious ass, smiling at the red imprint she left, then tied the rope off, leaving them still spinning. A low groan, guttural and raw, sounded out, and Akari started to move towards it, hoping it would help drown out the sounds of wriggling from Black, still bound into her tight hogtie. She went passed a kitchen, filled with discarded fast-food wrappers, the only parts that seemed to be in use were the microwave and the fridge, the sink overflowing with dirty plates. Then a steep stairway down, and another long groan - it sounded too deep to be White. Was there someone else here? The walls were covered with scuff marks, the paint peeling, condensation marks trickling downwards, damp seeping out. Akari carefully peered around the corner - White's lace-clad buttocks were easy to make out in the low light. It was a basement, even more torture-tools scattered around, with a single bulb shining down - a man was tied into a chair, rope pinning his arms and legs into place, bruise-marks visible beneath it. A hood covered his face, puffing in and out as he breathed, fast and irregular. His cock stood up from his lap, fat and huge, shiny with something wet, a heavy cock-ring tight around the base of the large shaft. White raised one leg, taking the spike of her heel and leaning forward, putting her weight behind it, the man groaning again. 'Naughty, naughty! You know you're not allowed to feel good.' She withdrew her heel, before squatting down, pressing forward, kneading her breasts against the captive cock. 'Such a nasty man! Coming here to have fun with us, so bad!' The hood was puffing even faster now, a desperate groan sounding out. Akari started to creep closer, her hand tensing on the stun-gun. She could smell the man's desire, his sweat and pre-cum, mingling with the sweeter, cleaner scents of White. Her heel knocked against a chain, the metal clinking, White pressing her breasts together around the cock again. 'You took too long, so it's still my turn.' As White turned her head, Akari jabbed with the stunner, right into the base of White's neck. She gasped, spasmed and then slowly slid forward, her head landing against the man's cock, her silky hair pooling in his lap. Akari pulled her upwards, looking around to see what the best form of restraint would be. There were several cages in the corner, rusty and dirty, a metal crate filled with sex toys, open stocks... Cuffs hung from the ceiling, and Akari dragged white over towards those, glad that the woman was light and easy to carry, lifting her up to snap her wrists into the cuffs. That raised White up so that she was barely touching the ground, body limp still, a stunned look on her face, her eyes vague and unfocused. A ring-gag was easy to find, even though the leather strap was grimy, and she squeezed White's jaw, forcing the metal ring between white teeth. Next was a strap around White's ankles, to prevent any unsightly kicking. With the woman now restrained, Akari slapped her cheek, relishing the sharp crack of impact, their hair flicking about from the impact. Their eyes flickered, starting to regain awareness, as Akari put her hand against the soft belly, stroking her fingers downwards. It was a lovely body, soft and smooth, with well-shaped curves, excellently displayed by the lingerie. She squeezed a buttock, digging her fingers in, enjoying the grunt of pain. Both of them would need anal training as well - so few did that by themselves! 'Mph? Mphhh!?' A squeal of shock sounded out from behind the gag, tongue waggling. Akari slapped them again, their pale skin now reddened from the impact. 'Naughty girl! This is not how you should treat your tutor.' 'Mphh!' Anger flashed as White bent her body, trying to twist away, legs twisting against the ankle-band. 'The sooner you learn to obey, then the easier this will be. But I hope you resist at least a little - that's a lot more fun for me.' 'Grpphhh!' White pulled herself up and then dropped, trying to kick-drop at Akari. She shoved back, making White move backwards, before moving to the side. The wrist-chains connected to a crank on the wall, easy to spin, raising White upwards, her feet not touching the floor now. She didn't stop wriggling, probably desperate to regain some sense of control. 'You don't deserve anything nice - you will need to impress me with your obedience if you want anything like this.' She stroked White's belly with the stun-gun, scratching at her skin with the prongs, before using her other hand to tear away the white panties, revealing a neatly-shaved slit beneath. The stockings were next, the fine fabric smooth, sleek and easy to tear away, Akari ripping them away, leaving just tattered remnants. 'Shoes as well. Good girls get shoes, naughty girls walk barefoot. Or crawl.' 'Mphhh!' A trail of dribble splashed down, falling between White's breasts, oozing down her body. Akari pulled the trigger on the stun-gun, enjoying the gurgling yelp of pain, watching as White tensed up, body swaying from the wrists. 'Good girls don't make a mess either!' While White whined, Akari stooped, removing the white high-heels, neatly putting them aside. She tore the remnants of the stockings off, then ran her fingers over the now-bare soles, making White shiver and twitch again. That would need exploring in more detail later! Now all the woman was wearing was the jeweled choker, her bra and gloves. The bra took a little more work, but the gloves were thin lace, easy to rip. 'You'll need something around your neck, but this is too nice. Maybe when you're a lot better behaved.' 'Nphhh!' Akari shocked them again, their body straining, tendons in their neck clearly visible as they tensed, giving her time to remove the jeweled choker, putting it atop the shoes. 'Now, do you know where the key to this is?' She tapped one of her fingernails against the chastity belt, the aching itch of denied desire making her hands twitch. A look of smugness came into White's eyes, her tongue sliding forward, sticking out at Akari. 'I will make you tell me.' She slapped her hand against their slit, enjoying the gasp of pain. 'I'm used to pleasuring myself every day. That you and your sister are denying me this is going to make me very, very irritated. So until you remember where the key is, then I am going to punish you, every day.' She slapped a breast, squeezing at the soft mound, grabbing the nipple between two fingers and pressing it hard. 'It might be wise for you to learn some respect. Or the education will get more forceful.' Akari went up on her tiptoes, pressing her own mostly-naked body against White's, feeling their heat, their bellies pressing together, as she kissed White on the mouth, forcing her tongue into the other woman's mouth. Their own tongue tried to push back, as Akari slapped their butt with one hand, digging the nails of her other hand into a breast. White whined in protest, the sound sweet and alluring, Akari getting turned on behind her belt, wanting to get off, feeling frustration seething already. She tasted White, forcing her tongue into their mouth, squeezing at the captive body, compressing the woman's body, feeling her breathing getting faster. She withdrew, staring into the sky-blue eyes. 'You've been left like this too long, now you're almost feral. But I will make you and your sister into proper young women.' She squeezed and groped harder, hurting White, enjoying their groaning gasps. 'Now, time to look at this other guest.' She left White to dangle, turning to the man. He was securely bound, the ropes digging into his skin, his cock painfully huge, the cock-ring tight on the base of his shaft. His body was covered with marks - whip-welts, pinches, slap-marks, even the imprint of teeth. The girls had certainly been having fun with him! Although he was quite well-muscled - that many ropes were probably needed, to be sure of keeping him under control. And his cock was an impressive size, making Akari's pussy even wetter, wanting the length inside of herself. She looked at the cock-ring, forcing his penis to stay erect - the musk of his sweat and precum was almost visible, how long had they kept him down here? Well, that meant he would probably be eager to help "educate" them. The cock-ring could be unclasped, and he gasped loudly as she did this, a heavy, circular dent visible in his shaft where it had pressed. Akari took the other hood and placed it over the shaft, then started to pump her hand up and down. The leather was soft, flexing under her grip, the man writhing about the tiny amount he could. 'I'm sure I can make use of you. And I will be a lot nicer than those sluts, unless you misbehave. But you'll be a good boy for me, won't you?' His answering groan was incomprehensible, and Akari reached forward, feeling a gag-ball in his mouth, beneath the hood. 'Shhh. Just be a good boy, nice and obedient. And I'm sure we'll get on.' It took barely any time before the cock twitched in her hand, the leather suddenly made slippery on the inside as he ejaculated. And then again, and again, his teasing and denial having gotten him worked up. He relaxed, body sagging, all his strength gone, and she carefully lifted the hood off. The inside was liberally coated with blasts of semen, white pearls staining the dark, dirty leather. The smell! It crept into her nose, making her head spin, and she had to resist the urge to lick at the creamy fluid. Instead she turned back towards White, who now had her shoulders hunched up, tense and defensive, shaking her head, tongue waggling out of the ring-gag. 'Something to prepare you.' She opened the hood up, letting White see the contents, holding it close so she could catch the scent of it as well, face screwing up in distaste. And then she pulled it into place, ignoring White's squeals of protest, pulling it around her neck. It didn't take long to find a belt, which she used to fasten it around White's neck, then she rubbed her hands over the outside, making sure the semen was smeared all over the woman's head and face, inside the sack. The thought of it, the hot, sticky seed, soaking into skin... She shivered, biting her lip, feeling her own desire spike, thighs tensing around the metal belt. Then she returned to White, stroking her body, feeling it respond to soft, light touches, heat building. Their pussy parted under the gentle touch of a finger, already wet, Akari teasing them, enjoying the powerless wriggling as they tried to get off, interspersing it with spanks and slaps. The two of them would definitely need a lot of training, to learn how to respect their betters! But they had lovely bodies, that it would be a pleasure to shape. It was just a shame about their minds, bratty and selfish! She kept stroking, feeling them get close before withdrawing her fingers, wiping a smear of pussy-juice onto White's belly, then slapping their aroused slit. The mask was tight enough to show the outlines of the woman's face, blonde hair spilling out from beneath, feet powerlessly suspended off the floor. A few more slaps to her pert breasts drew out some amusing gasps, and then Akari left - she would have to explore the rest of this place, and find what facilities she had available! And that there weren't any other captives, locked away in some room, that would need feeding and looking after. Akari checked herself in the mirror, feeling better now that she was dressed again - a sleek pencil skirt, fresh stockings and a new blouse, without the buttons ripped off. The chastity belt could still be seen as a bulge beneath the skirt, but she'd get the key from one of the twins, or try and pick it later. She stroked her neck, feeling soothed by the presence of the day-collar, snug and tight around her neck, giving her strength. Then she looked around - this room would have to do as a "classroom". It had once been an entertainment room, a massive TV on the wall, one corner cracked. Framed pictures hung on the wall, various still-lives and landscapes, bereft of personality other than displaying wealth. Garbage had been tossed into the corners - discarded clothing, mostly, but also boxes for console games, and even the consoles themselves, smashed apart and thrown away. A large table filled the center of the room, and she'd swept a load of junk off it, neatly laying out her own tools, fresh and shiny steel, leather and plastic gleaming. And a beaker of white, milky fluid - more cum, harvested from the man. The twins were in front of her - one still hooded, bound to a wooden chair, utterly naked. Angry grunting was coming from behind the hood, limbs straining against the ropes. The other one was still in the tight hogtie, on top of a wooden table, wriggling around. Akari took a cane, feeling the weight of it in her hand, then sliced forward, enjoying the thwip sound as she cut the air. Both the twins went silent, the hogtied one glaring at her, mouth stretched around a ballgag. 'My name is Akari Musubime, and I will be your new tutor. I've looked over your records, and they are, frankly, disappointing. As is this place.' She walked forward, enjoying the way that the eyes of the hogtied woman followed her, that lovely body still fighting the bindings, ropes digging into soft flesh. 'As for the two of you... Carissa and Marissa Sanderhilt, heirs to the Sanderhilt fortune. Attractive, wealthy and popular, or at least you were. When you were eighteen, your parents died, and the family fortune was put in trust for you until you were twenty-two. But, rather than acting like responsible young women, you lost yourselves in vice. You were kicked out of university for a variety of indecent acts.' Akari had seen the pictures - impressive, to manage to get an entire sorority ass-fucked by not one, not two, but four entire football teams. The amount it must have cost to cover up! 'Since then, the two of you have lived here, being a nuisance to your neighbors and terrorizing the tutors sent to rein you in.' She reached out with the cane, lightly tapping it against a bare foot, enjoying the shiver of discomfort, and the way that the woman's neck strained to keep her in view. The wriggling from the chair continued, wood creaking. 'My teaching methods are rather different than those of your previous tutors.' She flicked the cane again, harder this time, striking against the sole again. 'One way or another, you will learn to behave. But I believe in setting out firm, strict rules.' She squatted in front of them taking the woman's chin in her hands, staring into those baby-blue eyes. 'From today, there is a good twin and a bad twin. The good twin is Marissa, and the bad twin is Carissa. That's going to be easier than telling you apart - although I might get you both marked up somehow, with tattoos or piercings.' She slapped the cheek, enjoying the wince of pain. 'So you are Marissa.' She stood up, walking over to the chair, the wriggling and grunting getting louder, head tilting uncertainly. Akari grabbed the chair back and shook it, making the chair rock. 'And this is Carissa. At least until either Marissa is naughty, or Carissa is a good girl. And to make things nice and clear, then if Marissa errs, then Carissa will be punished.' She rocked the chair back and forth, enjoying the increasing sounds of distress. 'So, Marissa, I would recommend that you start thinking very hard about where the key to the belt is.' She leaned over, grabbing at a bare breast and squeezing, giving it a wrench, hard enough to draw out a squeal of pain, and then let go. 'Although I suppose I should thank you for supplying such a nice variety of tools for me to use. There was only a limited amount I could bring myself.' She let go, then walked over to her case, taking out a metal press - two bars in a frame, with a screw in the center joining them. 'And giving me an excuse to use some of my... harsher... tools. Most of the young women I have to tutor are a lot softer, so are easier to shape. You two are going to need more work, I can see that.' She walked back over, pressing the frame against Carissa's chest, pulling her breasts between the bars. Then she started to tighten the screw, making the bars move closer together, steadily squashing the flesh. Carissa squealed from behind her hood, shoulders straining against the chair-back before Akari grabbed and started to squeeze her throat, cutting off the sound. A few more turns, and the breast-press was firmly in position, squashing and deforming the woman's breasts, already starting to discolor where the bars pressed against skin. Akari flicked a nipple, then turned back to Marissa. Those blue eyes were now filled with an amusing fury, as she wriggled around, hands twisting, fingers trying to pull on the rope. 'The two of you both need to learn some respect. So, Marissa, every time you make a mistake, I'm going to punish your sister. I wonder what she will think of that? I hope for her sake, that you learn fast.' 'Fuphhh ophhh, biphh!' Spit dribbled out from beneath the gag, pooling on the table. Akari grabbed at the long, silky-blonde hair and yanked, dragging Marissa's head back, making them gasp in pain. 'Language! Good, proper girls shouldn't swear. At least, not very often.' She dragged Marissa over to the edge of the table, holding them there, feeling them tense up as they were held, unable to support themselves. 'Would you like to be Carissa? Perhaps you enjoy pain - your breasts would look just as good in the press, but unfortunately I only have one.' 'I'mphhh nphhh Cariphha, youppp...' Akari dropped her before she could finish the sentence, Marissa's weight falling heavily onto the floor. 'That hood of her is filled with the cum of your other guest. Carissa didn't seem to like it - perhaps I should see if you enjoy it? Or maybe I could let him have some fun with you. Would you like that?' She stamped down, grinding her heel into the woman's back, admiring the tautness of the ropes. 'Grphhh! Fupphhh yuphhh!' About the Author and Artist Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Leashing the Lawyer Chapter 1: Captured Rosalind flicked her whip, making it sing through the air, smiling as she heard it crack against flesh, her target yelping in pain. They tried to cover themselves, but their hands were tied to the bed, their cock erect and exposed. She blew a kiss at them, watching as their thighs tensed, unable to close their legs to protect themselves. In the thigh-high leather boots, it was easy and pleasurable to strut across the floor of the hotel suite, her corset scarcely needed but hugging her figure, elbow-length gloves covering her arms, and a mask covering her face. 'What a silly man you are.' She approached, using the back of her hand to knock against their cock as she sat on the edge of the bed. 'Did you think you could buy me? That I am some slut, to be bought for your pleasure?' Through the fat gag she had shoved into their mouth, they tried to say something, but it was incomprehensible. 'Not that your money isn't unwelcome, but I prefer to be more of a free spirit. Not tied down.' She tickled her fingers down his naked body, smiling as she watched him shiver. 'And you've never seen my face, when I know everything about you. Certainly enough to know that certain other parties would be very interesting in some pictures.' He tensed up, suddenly uncertain as she reached over to her bag of toys, pulling out a polaroid camera. He started to struggle, but the ropes were too strong, and the bed too heavy, as Rosalind continued to stroke his cock, before suddenly grabbing his balls and squeezing, taking pleasure in his gasp of pain. 'This is going to be very profitable. For me, at least.' She tightened her grip until he stopped wriggling around, taking a picture of him, the flash bright and sharp. 'Smile!' The camera whined as the flash recharged, and she started to pump his cock, ignoring his gasps of protest... Rosalind shook her head, shaking off the memory with a smile. That had been a few years ago - profitable, pleasurable, but behind her now. Not that anyone from back then had ever managed to track her down! Mercifully, as a lot of them probably wouldn't be very happy with her. But she had profited well from it, the money used to make the life she now had - she looked around the luxurious office, the bookshelves on the walls filled with art and leather-bound lawbooks, her framed law degree and doctorates in pride of place, everything she had earned for office. The intercom on her desk rang, and she tapped the button with a manicured fingernail. The cut-glass accent of her secretary sounded though - attractive and easy enough to bully into obedience, her body helping to keep some of the more troublesome clients distracted, or blackmail them into making appropriate decisions. 'It's your eleven 'o'clock, Miss Russel. Shall I send her in?' Rosalind bought up the files - it had been rather vague, someone wanting "legal guidance" without giving any details. Well, that could probably be milked for quite a few well-paid hours. 'Make them wait a few minutes, then send them in. Oh, and make me a coffee.' 'Yes, Miss Russel.' Rosalind shifted around in her leather-padded chair, loving the cushioning of it, the sheer heavy and luxurious expense of it, all for her to sit her cute butt on. Several minutes later, the door opened, the secretary walking in with a tray in her hands, her office outfit showing off her slender waist and petite breasts. Behind her was another woman, wearing an expensive designer dress of soft red, with a heavy metal necklace around her neck, a belt of metal rings around her waist. The secretary approached, carefully taking the coffee from the tray and putting it in front of Rosalind, not wanting to be told off for any spillages. The thick, black stuff smelled divine, Rosalind inhaling it deeply. The secretary curtseyed, the motion showing off her low-buttoned blouse and cleavage, before retreating, hiding behind the tray. The woman walked confidently forward, 3-inch heels sinking into the carpet, bright red leather on stockinged feet. She was obviously wealthy - the dress alone was probably several thousand pounds, and the heavy metal bracelets on the woman's tanned wrists must be custom one-offs as well. The metal necklace looked uncomfortably heavy, sitting snugly around her throat and collar-bones. Well-cared for hair curled down her back, auburn tints matching the red dress. She took a seat opposite Rosalind, as she sipped her coffee. It tasted a little more bitter than usual - had the dumb bitch messed it up somehow? 'Miss Russel?' She leaned forward, arm extended, a strangely ornate ring glinting, the thing spiked and ornate, clashing with the otherwise-sleek appearance of the woman. Rosalind reached forward to shake the woman's hand, grasping it firmly but not roughly, glad that the woman wasn't rude enough to engage in macho strength-posturing. Her hand brushed the ring, the metal pricking at her skin. She managed to suppress a hiss of pain, instead smiling back at the woman, confident in her position. 'Yes. And you are Mrs. Hathering?' The name tickled her memory, but she couldn't place it. Probably someone she'd dealt with before? 'Sarah Hathering, yes.' She stared at Rosalind, eyes unwavering. 'We're going to be dealing with each other rather a lot.' She opened up her clutch purse, and pulled out her mobile phone, pressing her finger against it to unlock it. 'It would be inconvenient for you if some of your prior business matters were to come to light.' A video started to play, and then the woman held up the phone. It was showing a black-and-white video, a timestamp ticking past, high up in the corner of a bedroom. Rosalind's heart froze as a figure clad in black latex strode in, hips swaying, whip in hand, recognizing herself. 'Who... How...' She spluttered, her confidence shattered. 'You enriched yourself quite considerably at my husband's expense. And that of several other business associates.' She tapped the screen again, freezing the image. 'If you behave, then your current life may continue relatively unimpeded. Otherwise, you may find yourself rather more... constrained.' She continued to stare into Rosalind's eyes, who couldn't look away. 'You should be kinder to your staff. Your secretary was kind enough to let me slip something into your drink. Which should be taking effect soon, and then we can talk rather more. My husband is especially looking forward to seeing you again. But you'll be taking some leave from work first. I hope you had nothing important scheduled?' Rosalind tried to move, but her body refused to obey, slack and numb. 'I've paid for your time for an hour, so we may as well have some fun.' She reached into her clutch and pulled out tightly-knotted rope, tied into a loop, pulling it free with a single tug, the length of it slithering loose. She walked around the desk, Rosalind still desperately trying to move herself, her body cold and unresponsive, as one of her arms was placed on the arm of the chair, rope winding around it, then tying that into place as well. She could feel the cords biting into her skin, the woman pulling it tight, before bending over to loop it around Rosalind's ankles and tying them to the chair-legs. 'Hmmm, your body is lovely. Master will be pleased!' She squeezed a breast, Rosalind wanting to object to being used in such a way, but she couldn't vocalize. Dribble was starting to ooze up inside her mouth, trickling over her lips and down her chin. The woman undid Rosalind's blouse, nodding in appreciation. 'It might be some time before you are permitted clothing, but at least you have good style.' The lacey bra Rosalind was wearing met with approval, Rosalind wanting to glare daggers at the woman, but she couldn't raise her head to meet the woman's eyes. Her chin was grasped, tilting her head back, the woman leaning in and kissing her on the lips, tongue sliding intrusively into Rosalind's mouth. Her taste was sweet, tongue warm as it slid against Rosalind's own before withdrawing. 'You taste good. Nice and clean.' She kissed Rosalind again, for longer this time, her own perfume overpowering as she pushed herself up against Rosalind's drugged body, one hand stroking down her body, feeling beneath the waistband of her skirt, undoing the clasp and pulling it open. 'Let's give you the rest of your dose.' She picked up the coffee cup and raised it to Rosalind's lips - she could see gritty lumps in the black liquid, more aware of a medicinal tang in the steam. With her body paralyzed, there wasn't anything she could do as a trickle of the liquid was poured into her mouth, the taste bitter, flowing down her throat. She wanted to resist, but didn't want to drown, having to let the stuff pour into her, filling her belly. How long would it take for the effect to wear off now? When the cup was empty, the woman put it aside, then looked down at Rosalind's now-bare legs, her crotch covered only by a thong. 'Master prefers stockings, but only on slaves that have proven worthy.' She hooked a finger beneath the thong and yanked, the material snapping, before lifting it to her face and sniffing. 'Good, clean, unused slut. It will be a pleasure to break you in.' A flush was starting to come over her features, her arousal worrying Rosalind - what might the crazy bitch do to her? Her body still wasn't responding to her commands, limbs refusing to move, her head tilted upwards still. Fingers pushed against her lips, pushing them open, the thong getting shoved inside. She could taste herself, the flavor of her own flesh strong, soaking up her dribble. 'Now, time to play.' The woman took Rosalind's phone and pushed it against Rosalind's finger-tip, unlocking it. 'Master doesn't allow me one myself, but yours will do.' 'Now, let's make a movie.' She propped it up on the desk, so that the camera was pointing at Rosalind, careful to keep herself out of frame. 'Try and look good for the camera.' Rosalind tried to move her tongue, wanting to push the thong out of her mouth, but was utterly paralyzed, feeling the cold flush of shame starting to pulse through her veins. If this got out, then she'd be ruined! She focused herself, desperately willing her body to move, to get free, able to feel the ropes biting into her wrists and ankles, but still cold and unable to move. 'Hmmm, you do have good taste.' The woman went to the shelves, picking up a red harlequin mask and tying it over her face. 'Master will like these. He may even let me have one or two for myself. Now, let's begin.' She produced a wide red ribbon and a vibrator egg, a wire attaching it to a controller. 'I wonder how often you touch yourself. You certainly used to be quite active.' Her hands moved between Rosalind's thighs, pushing them apart, fingers teasing at her slit and pushing the vibrator in. She was still dry, the thing scraping her walls despite the smooth plastic, before it was turned on, starting to buzz away. The feeling was attractive and enticing, warming her up despite her paralysis, her juices welling up, making the vibrator feel less intrusive. 'You like that, don't you? Well, this may be the last orgasm you experience for some time.' She walked behind Rosalind, wrapping the ribbon around her neck, making sure the material was flat against Rosalind's skin, before leaning down to kiss her ear and whisper. 'Remember to smile for the camera.' As the vibrator buzzed away, she leaned back, the ribbon suddenly tightening around Rosalind's neck. It cut off her air, forcing her to make desperate whining grunts. The warmth was building up between her legs, the vibrator teasing and pleasing her, sparks bursting in her eyes. The ribbon released, and she was able to draw in a convulsive breath, before the ribbon snapped tight again. She could feel the woman's breasts pushing against the back of her head, feeling her tongue loll from her mouth as she was choked again, denied the air she needed, pain stabbing her lungs as they screamed for air. As her vision faded, the ribbon released itself, allowing her a short stab of oxygen, before it tightened again. And throughout, the vibrator kept going, warming her up even as she fought to breathe, her body feverishly hot, despite the drug in her veins. She could feel moisture between her legs, her pussy-juices flowing now that the vibrator was twisting around, stimulating her although not enough to get off. The only sound she could make was desperate whines and pants, unable to form her lips to make anything more coherent, her thong now soaked through with her spit, wrapping around her tongue. No matter how she tried, she couldn't move herself, only sit here and suffer, on the edge of both unconsciousness and orgasm, the ribbon brutally tight around her neck before being loosened just enough to let her gulp in desperate inhalations, then biting into her flesh again. All the time, her phone was recording, the red light flashing, the screen showing her own face, cheeks bright red, eyes bulging, sweat beading down her face and chest, mascara running down from her eyes. The vibrator felt larger now, her body weak, starved of air the edge of orgasm an oncoming crash. The woman kissed her ear, a sharp nip that kept her conscious a little longer, and then it hit, the ribbon brutally tight. It consumed her entirely, wiping away any conscious thought, her lungs burning as she collapsed into a dark pit, unconsciousness claiming her. |