“I think you’d better listen very carefully to my sister,” the other beauty told him. 
“Piff can get very angry whenever a male creature is obviously lying.”

“I – I just came up here to your room to introduce myself,” Jack repeated in response,
but his misleading statement was met with another series of slaps from the twin wearing
the black leather gloves.  He realized she could hit very hard for such a petite female.

After the latest slap to stinging cheeks, Poofka came close to advise Jack Duvall again,
“Do you see what I mean?”

With that statement, one of the twins pulled Jack Duvall’s head back, while the other
shoved a muffling gag into his mouth.  It was quickly fastened in place around the back of
Jack’s head.  Immediately, the gag was inflated, which made it impossible for him to speak
any further.

“We’re tired of your lying to us,” Piffka informed him.

“We refuse to listen to any more of it,” Poofka added.  “How does it feel to have your
jaws pumped opened so wide?”

“Yes,” Piffka laughed.  “Try pronouncing the word “fish” for us!  A smart guy like you
ought to be able to do it easily.”

The blonde-haired twins laughed at Jack, and he was deeply chagrined to be in such a
defenseless position.  Piffka and Poofka played their taunting game for several, unnerving
minutes, but it was merely a warm up for other suffering Jack was to endure.

“I get the impression from our “guest” that he’s greatly concerned about his disgusting
penis,” Piffka suggested.  “See it hanging there over the edge of the chair seat?”

“Yes, I think you’re right, darling,” Poofka added.

“What do you think about his display of manhood?” Piffka asked.

“As I say, it’s not very impressive as far as size goes.  We’ve seen much longer, thicker
specimens from plenty of other men we’ve had under restraint.”

“Yes, you are most definitely correct!” Piffka agreed.  “But I wonder why he uses that
silly thing to do all of his thinking?”

“Most members of the opposite sex do that,” Poofka remarked, as she slipped on a pair of
latex gloves.

In his fitfulness, a restrained and gagged Jack Duvall wondered what the latex gloves
were for.  Were his worse suspicions about to be realized?  And sure enough, the
blonde-haired beauty reached down to seize his flaccid penis in her latex-covered fingers,
giving it a sharp upward tug.  Piffka smiled openly at Jack’s frantic reaction.

“Try to relax, Mr. Duvall,” Poofka smiled softly.  “I only want to examine this ugly
specimen of yours to see if we can discover why it is you act the way you do toward women.
 I mean, why is it the act of molesting attractive women is always on your troubled little
male mind?  Do you have any clue about that?”

As Jack Duvall fidgeted in Poofka’s tight grasp, she began examining his wilted penis
very closely, twisting it one way and then the other.  She also squeezed at the width of
it as if she was a medical professional.  Several times, the reddened tip of his penis
bulged noticeably in her inquiring fingers.

Of course, Poofka’s real intent was to cause Jack Duvall additional concern about his
personal welfare.  He was already breathing heavily through his nose, and sweating even
more profusely.
 
Jack Duvall could not remember the last time a female had touched him like this.  He
found it was truly discomforting, especially in this unique situation where he could offer
no resistance whatsoever.

Jack flinched involuntarily several times, which made both of the twins laugh at him. 
But he could not help himself, and he felt the first real pangs of hopelessness seeping
into his mind and body.

The two female hands working in his crotch continued fingering Jack’s sensitive penis. 
One female stretched it, twisted it, shook it, and a moment later – when Jack least
expected it - the twin holding his penis slapped sharply at the tip of it.

It was not a very robust hit, but just enough to capture Jack Duvall’s immediate
attention.  He winced noticeably on contact, and fixed his gaze on the smiling, pretty
face staring back at him.  “Would there be more such withering hits to endure from this
bitch?” he asked himself in a growing panic.

The answer was quick in coming.  The female hand holding his penis in position took a
firmer grip just before a long series of even more rousing slaps to his undefended penis
were delivered.  They came from the left and right, all delivered quickly and with equal
vigor.  Jack shut his eyes from the unaccustomed shocks he was being made to suffer.

Attempting to call out his displeasure was impossible.  The muffling device filling his
oral cavity prevented any words from forming, while it also restricted any appreciable
volume from his voice.  Except for some soft, irregular grunting, Jack Duvall found he was
forced to endure each slap in near silence.  Only the herky-jerky spasms of his body
revealed his true distress.

Finally, when the slapping of his penis abruptly stopped, Jack slowly opened his wrinkled
eyes to see the faces of both blonde-haired beauties were very close to his own.  The two
women were drinking in his stressful emotions.  It was as if they enjoyed watching his
struggles to endure each shock to his entire system.

A moment later, Jack Duvall also saw the two blonde-haired women had returned to kissing
each other again.  They were doing it not two feet from him.  He watched through squinted
eyes as those two female tongues played a merry game licking and lapping at each other,
all while their voices made mutual sounds of lustful pleasure.

“You’re so delicious,” Jack heard one of the twins whisper to the other.  “I want you,
darling.  I really want you to fuck me.”

“Wait just a moment, sweetheart” the other twin was saying.  “I’ve got to get this
bastard properly trussed up first.”

“Trussed up?  What the hell did that mean?” Jack wondered behind his gag.  “What were
these two bitches planning for him next?”

In another moment, one of the beauties handed her sister a small, curious-looking
electronic device.  It was unlike anything Jack had ever seen.  It consisted of two wire
leads with clamps on the ends.

A moment later, one of the clamps was clipped tightly on Jack’s wilted penis while he saw
and felt the other being applied down lower on his cringing body.  Jack flinched
noticeably when he felt the small teeth on the clamps bite tightly into his most sensitive
flesh.

The second clamp had been made to grip his testicle sack.  This did not look good, not
good at all.

A small control box was placed near Jack, and afterward he saw the twins begin kissing
each other again.  Jack noticed there were moments when the two women appeared as if they
could hardly keep their hands and mouths off each other.  He thought their latest slurping
wet kiss lingered for almost thirty seconds until they broke away to stand together before
him.

Jack suddenly realized the two beauties were now totally naked.  He had not even noticed
either of them undressing, but the shimmering robes they had been wearing were tossed
across the back of a nearby chair and the two of them were standing there naked like two
erotic alabaster figurines, smiling at him.

A tormented Jack Duvall was seeing Piffka and Poofka in all their naked glory.  They
stood very close together, with arms around each other’s waists.  Breasts were being
gently fondled.  Blonde-haired pussies were on full display, and they continued smiling at
him, almost laughing.  He could see the fires of lingering lust lighting up the twin’s
eyes, and Jack began to understand the true depth of the passion they had for each other,
though it was entirely foreign to him.

“I set the new control for thirty-second intervals,” one twin said to the other.  “That
should keep his interest while we’re busy.”

“Darling,” Jack heard one of the twins say to the other in a throaty whisper, “Oooo, I’m
so hot.  I want you to fuck me, darling.  I want you to fuck me right now!”

At least, that is what Jack thought he heard.  The message was slurred somewhat as a
result of the powerful passion and yearning behind the words as they were spoken.

Suddenly, Jack was jolted by a powerful charge of electric current buzzing across his
wilted cock and throughout his entire body.  It knocked him hard against his restraints,
and he heard both young women laughing at the effect it had on him.

“The new transformer works perfectly, darling,” one of the twins remarked.  “You were
right.  That will keep the bastard jumping while are busy making love…”