CHAPTER ONE
Interview with Tamasine Alexandria Webster
Q. What is your full name and address?
A. Tamasine Alexandria Webster, The Laurels, Salldown.
Q. What is your date of birth?
A. 19th September 1976.
Q. Just for the record, Tammy, can you tell me something about your home life?
A. What do you want to know?
Q. If you were happy, if you wanted for anything -
A. We had our parents, Adrienne and Martin Webster, loving doting parents, all that we
could ask in the way of material things, food, possessions, and the non material things
too, care, love and attention, plenty of quality time spent together, family outings,
holidays here and abroad, everything we could ask.
Q. And college fees paid for you?
A. Oh yes, nothing had to be fought for, no scholarship needed there! Annie and I went
to College taking Business Studies, a general all purpose ‘let’s get on with it’ type
course.
Q. Now you have said that your sister has a hold over you, and that she ordered you to
do those things which brought us to this point. Is that right?
A. Yes.
Q. Can you tell me about it?
A. It isn’t easy.
Q. You tell me in your own words, Tammy, how your sister got this hold over you.
A. All right. My sister and I are identical twins, she is 30 minutes older than I am.
From the start she was the stronger twin, always ordering me around, always expecting
instant obedience from me. At times when I took it into my head to rebel she would exact
revenge, either physically hurting me, throwing stones or pieces of wood, stinging me with
nettles, pushing me down a hill, or some other terrible thing, taking away and breaking a
favourite toy or ornament, destroying a book, cutting my clothes with scissors. I always
covered up these things, took the blame for the damage on myself, so I earned a reputation
for being clumsy and careless which was unjustified. For my own sake it was easier, less
expensive and hurtful to give in every time, to do what she said without question.
Then we went to school, where she learned faster than I did, so she made a point of
wearing a chain with A hanging from it to make sure people could tell us apart and she
wouldn’t get stuck with my poor academic record.
Q. How did you like school?
A. It was all right, we went around in gangs, we had friends, but we had each other as
best friends, no one else come close. Annie saw to that.
Q. Did Annie lessen her hold over you?
A. Oh no, it was just the same. She did well academically because I did all the
research, half the homework, most of the running about tracking down obscure thesis and
papers.
Q. And then what happened, Tammy?
A. And then she found out she could imagine things, a spider, a snake, a mouse, and it
would appear. Not for real, you understand, just the image of it, but enough to terrify
people. I don’t know, because she never said, what made her start thinking about such a
thing, how she found out she could do it. It was pretty scary, she used to send a class
into uproar by setting a mouse among the pupils, or putting a spider on the teacher’s
desk. I can’t do it, I’ve tried, I don’t have her ability.
Q. When was this, Tammy?
A. I’ve just realised, it was when she had her first period, when we became - women. I
had my first one three days later.
Q. What happened next?
A. Annie discovered sex.
CHAPTER TWO
Cool September evening hint of violet sky touch of melancholy riding the breeze. A
night for lovers.
The garage held tools, cans of oil polish, rags and the accumulated debris of years of
storage, enfolded by the rough scent of dust, petrol, spider, a silent gathering, mice
droppings, and the aroma of disuse.
A silent gathering, Anastasia and Tamasine and Mark Richards, waiting for the church
clock to strike the half hour, the moment Anastasia had decreed it would begin.
Tamasine hung by her wrists from the overhead beam, strong enough to raise an engine
well able to support a slim girl who would not fight or shout. In the naked bulb her
naked body gleamed white and ivory, shadowed and lit, crevices and mounds awaited, begged
wandering fingers and hands. Anastasia half naked, breasts bouncing loose inside a skimpy
top, erect nipples showing clearly, skirt on the floor in the grease and oil, Mark
good-looking and well developed, muscles rippling under tight ripped sleeve tee shirt,
held himself rigid, fighting back need. He knew this body, this girl, wanted her now,
wanted so much the pressure became a pain.
But Anastasia’s domination was so supreme he waited, not knowing what he would be asked
to do, only knowing he would do it.
The church clock began to strike 8.30, Annie at last stirred.
“Here, Mark,” she handed him a small whip, coiled and waiting, evil as a small snake.
He shook out the coils, and swung it round a few times, unsurprised, ready to carry out
her will. Tamasine fought the silencing leather gag.
The garage walls sharded light from racked tools, the shadow of the whip screeched
across them, the sound of the lash meeting Tamasine’s body loud enough to thrill them all.
And again, sharp lash on soft body, cutting across her back, her thighs, the tip catching
a breast, navel, cheeks exposed and waiting, the last found them, wrote red lines of pain
and tomorrow’s bruises.
Tamasine spun and turned, her body crying for freedom. Her eyes showed pain but also
complete submission to both her twin sister and the man who hold the whip. Had she been
free to shout she would not have asked for mercy.
“More, Mark more!” Anastasia, fingers massaging her own clit. “Come on, whip her
properly!”
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