Chapter 1 - Delayed Reaction

 

"Not the most comfortable of positions to wake up in, is it?" A female voice asked me.

I was strung up my arms held up above my head; I was gagged with an acrid tasting cloth, and blindfolded. My legs were pulled wide apart and held in place. I think there was a hood over my head as well, and I felt groggy.

"Allow me to explain, several years ago; two decades in fact. You were a young man, wanting to experiment with sex, as all young men and women do. Your hormones were racing and the juices running like the tides. This is not a crime, it is perhaps one of the most natural things involved, in growing up, finding out who you are.

We were twins, let me correct that, we are twins, and you played with us. At first it was fun, but then you got erm, too serious, pretending to be the master, and we were your slaves. I must admit that the sex was good, you were more than adequate, and satisfied us both, but the cat was really too much. It hurt when you used it on us, to make us crawl around on all fours, and to make us suck you off. What was in it for us, when we sucked you off?

You didn't even lick our clits for us, nothing, we got worked up, we wanted a fuck, but no, you were the master, and we were to satisfy you only.

As happens we married twins, it was in all the local papers, 'Twins Marry Twins,' and we both had a daughter. Your domination of us had an effect; it made us need to be in control, never to be dominated again. Which ultimately led to divorce, perhaps we went too far, but that is also in the past.

We met and fell in love with two men, we didn't know at the time, but they were criminals, gang leaders with jewellery shops as a front. Let's face it, dealing legally in gold and diamonds is an excellent way to pay for drugs, which they smuggled in and sold.

They bought this area, a big house on the edge of the desert very isolated, they installed a dungeon, to keep their workers in line, that is what they called them, but they were slave workers, and we were no more than sex slaves, to them.

They had no heart, just the lust for money, partners from childhood in various criminal activities, until they got into drugs, and then they made money, lots and lots of money. One night I was taken to a bedroom and in there was a manager for them, his treat, was me, for the night. I wanted to argue, I didn't like him, but if I did, I knew where I would end up, down here like you, beaten until I did as told. You see I was just another slave, to them, may be at first a private one, but as time went on I became just another slave.

Well we both knew they liked to eat strawberries from our mouths, it was a treat for them, so we put Cyanide in the middle, well away from the edge where our lips touched, but when they bit into the strawberry, they got the full dose. One strawberry and they were no longer a problem. Did you know that twelve sows can devour a whole human being in twelve hours, I didn't, but they did, may be less? It was quite simple really, we injected the Cyanide in the tip and put the broad end in our mouths then offered the strawberry to our husbands who bit the end off with the Cyanide in then we stripped them and cut them up into smaller pieces easier for the sows to eat in the butchery we had for slaughtering the pigs, and then by morning there wasn't a trace of them. The police officer was not that interested they were a bad lot so I don't think he bothered investigating their disappearance which we reported. Forty eight hours later when what had gone in had come out and been spread on the muck heap, he paid us a visit to take the details. We were distraught, at them running off like that without a word about why or where they had gone. It was just too painful so we sold up, moved and became wealthy farmers.

We had been treated as prostitutes, so it came as no big problem when we offered our bodies to the managers to join forces with us, as their new leader. We now control the estate, several of our workers left, glad to be free of the previous bosses. The ones that remained liked the new regime. They worked and got paid, but we are not criminals as such, so we sold the drug trade to a competitor, and washed our hands of it.

All that remains is the reason for our erm, attitude, being so dominant that we lost our husbands, and ending up being made to prostitute ourselves for those two bastards.

My dear, dear Peter, you are that reason, using the Cat o' nine tails on us, making us suck you off, you, made us what we are, and delayed though it may be, for every action there is a reaction, and our reaction is just twenty years later.

It is now some five years since our husbands walked out on us and since we moved here, to a town with four women to every man was that why you chose to move here after your divorce? Never mind, I can ask again later when you are in a position to answer.

You made us hard. Yes, we are capable of leaving you hanging here, for a very long time, or taking the cat to you. We had to learn and learn quickly, to survive. Now you will also have to learn quickly, to survive.

What do we intend to do to you? I am sure you are desperate to know that little point. Well, dear Peter, we are going to leave you here like this for a little longer, and then we are going to make you do as told, whatever it is, you will do it, or you will suffer.

Oh, by the way, were our daughters nice to look at, and haven't they got large, firm breasts, did you manage to get hold of one of them. I did ask them to allow you a feel, before you began to suffer, one last little enjoyment, a treat before the pain, that is what a dominatrix does, you know? They tease you, offer delights, but to get them you have to suffer, some offer sex, but after they have administered the cane. Sucking on nipples, what a delight that is, until the nipple clamps, are applied. You have had the pleasure, now you have to suffer the pain.

Strawberries are my favourite fruit you know, Cyanide in just one, removed the bastard of a husband, a sleeping potion in one; brought you to our dungeon. As you licked and sucked in it, as she held it between her lips and finally you bit into it, sweet kisses, and the kiss of death for him, but for you, sleep. I am safe, he is dead, Angelica was safe, only when you bit into the strawberry was the potion released, a sweet kiss from her, a fondle of your cock. Were you awake long enough to feel her take hold of your cock? Before you were ours, long before she had her hand inside your underpants; you were out for the count. They took no chances, they tied you up, loaded you into the van and brought you here sound asleep. We even left you on the bed for an hour, before we strung you up, so that your arms do not become too weak from blood loss. But it will be long enough for it to have an effect, as the blood drains away from your arms.

Peter, my advice is to do as you are told, and to the letter, I can assure you it will be less painful that way, a lot less painful. So you see Peter, if you hadn't dominated us like you did, we would not have dominated our first husbands ending in divorce, and we would not have married the criminals and you would not be hanging around, it was and is all your fault," the female voice told me

They left, there was one in front of me and one to the side, I sensed them, but I couldn't see them. I knew that I was naked hanging there, and my arms were aching like she had said, the blood was draining out of them and they hurt.

I thought back, it wasn't hard to remember the fun I had, had with the twins. They were identical in every way, and I found it fun to call for one of them, and use the rolled up tea towel on the arse of the other, for not coming, when I knew dam well that I had not called for her. She would yelp and rub her arse as it stung from the smack. I would laugh; I have to admit, I was nasty to them, and dominated them. I also have to agree that it was teenage sexual desires that drove me, and my kink, of being the master.

I hung there wondering what she had in mind, somehow I didn't think it was my death, but she had told me that she was capable, she had already killed, they both had, and I didn't think that I would be escorted to their bedrooms to make up for not fucking them, after they had sucked me off. It was to be somewhere in between. But that left a very large area, mostly of pain and suffering for me, I was not happy, I can tell you.

It began in a bar, not twenty years ago, my capture, I was at the bar drink in hand, and these two lovelies came up to me. They sat one on either side of me, which I thought odd, but they were too pretty to ignore, so I smiled at them.

"Angelica, I feel I know the gentleman between us, do you think the fortune teller was right? A tall, dark, handsome stranger will come into my life?" The one on my right asked.

"You never know, do you? Shall we order a drink?" Angelica asked.

"Allow me ladies, does that chat up line, always work?" I asked the one to my right.

"Don't know, I have never used it before," she said and smiled at me.

I waved to the bar tender and he came over, I ordered their drinks and he served them and we chatted. It became obvious to me that they were both free spirits, and it came as no surprise when after a couple of drinks they suggested that we leave. I linked both of them and we left the bar smiling.

Their car was parked outside; I told them that my BMW was parked in the rear. So we used their car to go to their flat, call me a fool for falling for such a scam, they could have been robbers, not offering sex just a lump on the head and empty pockets, but that is life. They had the most superb breasts, full and very inviting, and their low cut tops displayed their assets off to their best. Well we entered their flat and I smiled.

"Behind the bar there is limited parking, so we need to be well, quick, unless you want a ticket," Angelica said as she stroked my face enticingly.

"Shame I like to take my time, all night in fact," I said playing the game.

"A Beemer you said?" Angelica asked.

"It impresses the women when you take them home, until they see the age. You can't have everything, can you?" I had asked.

"No, you can't. Then again it depends on what everything consists of, doesn't it?" She asked, and made her move, kissing me hard on the lips, making sure I knew that she was offering, everything.

She put my hand to her breast, and whispered in my ear that she was feeling rather randy.

"Marigold, can I have him first?" Angelica asked, in a sweet voice, with sexy over tones.

"I had better move his car whilst you enjoy him, we don't want him to get a ticket, but remember it is my turn tomorrow night to have him first," Angelica said.

Wow, they were planning a long session. I was not in work so I had all the time in the world to stay with them. Just think, a week, alternate nights and two fucks every night, my dream had come true. I wondered if they would play my games, allow me to use a cat o' nine tails on their delicious buttocks, and tie them to the bed, whilst I licked them all over, before I fucked the arse off them.

What a time I would be having. I gave Marigold the registration number and went back to Angelica's lips. I remember the strawberry; she put it in her lips gently and offered it to me. I didn't take it straight away I licked it sensually and sucked on it then I ate it, and kissed her. My zip ran down, and a hand entered my pants, I felt it against my cock and then nothing that was it, till now.

The last thing I remember was her hand on my cock trying to enter my underpants. As I thought back, my cock began to react to the thought of Angelica rubbing my member hard and fast, that didn't happen. I was out cold long before that happened, if it ever did, but it was a nice thought, even better were her lips wrapped around it, sliding up and down as I shot my load into her mouth, but that never happened either.

They must have tied me up, put my car somewhere safe, and then taken me to this place, and then stripped me, and left me until I was due to wake, and then strung me up.

Femme fatal, honey trap, all came to mind, and that I had fallen for it, come on let's face it. How many women would pick up a guy, to share, and the way they did it. I had been a fool, but they baited the honey trap so well with those two women, it would have been very hard, to refuse their offer.

I felt the pull on my arms relaxing and the blood rushing back into my arms, my ankles were still held in place so I couldn't move, but my arms were now hanging down. I lifted them, but they felt like lead. It would take a few minutes for normal circulation to be resumed.

I now stood there fixed; they knew exactly what they were doing. I had pissed on the floor what else could I do, they left me for what felt like a long time ensuring the blood supply had revitalised my arms, and then that dreaded motor, and my arms were hauled up again, and I was lifted off the floor and strung up again and left. The person did not speak, they just used the hoist and left. Hanging there was or seemed a lot longer than when they had lowered my arms. The discomfort seemed to increase, by the longevity of the time I was left, before a person came back to me.

Again without speaking they took hold of my balls and wrapped string or rope around and around them, pulling the rope tight and tied it off. They rested my balls in their hand, I didn't know, but I decided that they were just looking at my balls now tied up tight, in a purple sack, discoloured and taught.

"You know in about quarter of an hour these two spherical objects will begin to die, and that may affect your performance. So I will not leave them tied up for so long, but it may well feel like I have. To increase our wealth we run a farm, and the baby lambs are treated like that, we put a tight elastic band around their balls and leave them, after a period I have never watched to find out just how long it is, but their balls drop off.

A farm is a fascinating place, my late demented husband, I know what I said, used the pig sty's as punishment, pigs are nasty pieces of work and bite, one visit was usually enough, to make the worker do as told. One died in there, so he put a dozen pigs in, and the following morning, there were piles of shit, but no, body. How long it takes for them to eat a person, I have no idea, but I can assure you, they did, they will eat anything, bones the lot. There wasn't a scrap of him left.

"Tape please?" she asked, and I presume it was handed to her, and she taped my dick to my belly.

She let go of my balls and then I cried out silently into the gag, as she hit my balls, they hung free and available to her so she hit them again, to another stifled cry and again and again, six times she hit them, with what felt like a cat, many strands connecting all at once. She hit my dick six times again to my silent cries and released my dick, and removed the rope from my balls and lowered me down again.

"Peter, I want you to know just how nasty I can be, before I release you. Expect to be here for some time, strung up and lowered down, then strung up again. Each time your balls will be tied up, until they turn purple, and each time I will whip them. I have other nasty and painful events lined up for you before I set you free of this room, but by then you will be my slave. You will be obedient, and do as told, until I am satisfied that I have had my revenge. It is a farm and we are used to cleaning up after our animals, and you are no different.

For every action there is a reaction, this reaction to your nasty ways is delayed, but rest assured it will be just as nasty a reaction, as the action was, if not more so," the female voice said, and I was lowered down again and left.

I thought back to those heady days, and wondered if it was, entirely my fault? It only seemed fair that I took their virginity, seeing as their mother took mine, she was well known for her freedom, it was said that every pair of trousers that entered her house got laid, irrespective of age or trade.

She paid for the extension, so it was said, in her bedroom. No wonder, the marriage didn't last, six years, and she was free to fuck everyone, and I am sure she tried to. So was it really me, or was it in their genetic make-up? That made them so sex mad.

I did make them suck me off, and then reject them. They didn't seem that worried at the time, they just went to the football team, and fucked them, all of them. I was doing the football team a favour, getting them worked up and very randy. I was happy, I had shot my load and watched as they swallowed, and then booted them out. Their clit dripping from the sexual stimulation I had given them, sucking me off.

I did make them crawl around naked on their hands and knees, before I decided which one would have the pleasure of sucking me off. They crawled to me and knelt up like pet dogs, their hands limp and their tongues out panting, begging me to choose them. I would smile and point to one who would then suck me off. Eventually I tired of them, and moved on, leaving behind me two very frustrated females. I had fucked both of them several times and needed pastures new. As a sales rep I was on the road, and had a woman in every town, I never used the hotel the company paid for, I had a woman to sleep with, but one evening the company needed to speak to me and rang the hotel and I was not there.

False claims were a reason for being sacked, and the reason I was sacked. Since then I have had several sales jobs, and now I am between jobs. The companies do not seem to like paying you to stay in a hotel, and you not dong, but claiming the money that seems very unfair, or so they think, I don't. I was away from home, doesn't that count?

I had a sneaking suspicion that there was more to this, than just the sexual activities we were engaged in as teenagers, but what?

I think it was a full twenty four hours that they strung me up and they lowered me down, every so often, making sure I did not lose the use of my arms. Whilst my arms were lowered, she would hit my balls six times whilst tied up, and my cock, just to make it more interesting, so she had said, but for whom?

By the time they lowered me down and actually released me, I was sore and worn out. They shackled my hands behind my back and put shackles on my ankles and then led me out of that room into another, where they led me to a bunk, and helped me to lie down.

"There now you can sleep for a few hours, and then we will begin. Peter, you have been a very naughty boy, and retribution will be exacted on you. Sleep well; knowing that tomorrow we will make you very sore, all over. After tomorrow you will be a good boy, knowing that we can and will, make you be a good boy, with pain, a lot of pain. So I suggest you get some sleep, the pain is worse if you are not fully rested," the female voice said.

I still had no idea which one of the twins was speaking, it was one of them, and I felt that the other was very close when she was there, watching. It even occurred to me that they were taking it in turns to speak, and hit me.

I should also tell you that they did feed me, and gave me plenty to drink, I also have to say, erm, admit that I pissed on the floor several times and the room began to smell like a urinal. I had no other choice, hold it or piss, so I pissed, they didn't seem to be that bothered about it, they never mentioned it. Perhaps being farmers, they were used to it, as she had told me, walking in ankle deep shit and piss from the animals, I presumed, but it embarrassed me, which was perhaps what they wanted as well, to embarrass me.

I slept in fits and starts, shackled to a bed is not the most conducive way to sleep, and her words played on my mind about the pain to come. Again as I am sure she meant it to. But how, and what did they want? Was it just revenge, to see me suffer, or was there more to this? I decided that I would have to wait, to find out, and hope it wasn't too bad.

"Good morning, do you remember how we used to crawl around on our hands and knees for you as pet dogs, and how we had to beg to be allowed to suck you off. Well now it is your turn," she told me and they helped me off the bed, and on to my hands and knees.

They put a collar on me, but it rattled like chains, I was curious I must admit. This was the start of the next phase.