SILVER BELLES

 

The holiday season is a busy one, filled with comings and goings, some meaningful-some quite random. Around the world, men and women search, attempting to find just the right gift for their loved ones. Sometimes, that gift is something really special...

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Samantha groaned as she slowly came awake. What happened to me? She shook her head and opened her eyes.

It was pitch dark.

What's wrong? What's happened to me? She tried to rub her eyes--and found that her hands were locked behind her. Handcuffs? She heard the faint jingle of chains touching metal. Why am I in handcuffs? She tried to figure out what could have happened...

What's the last thing I remember? She asked herself. I was looking for Karen... Her sister had dropped out of sight just a day or two ago, not answering her phone, not coming to work--nothing. I went to her apartment first, found nothing, then stopped at the Police Station...

They had nothing to tell her-knew nothing about Karen at all. At least, that's what the desk sergeant said. One of the other cops acted kind of strange when I came in... She remembered the man-tall, middle-aged--rather distinguished looking. He couldn't take his eyes off me...

She had gone through the routine of filling out a missing-persons report. The attitude of the officer who took it told her that it wouldn't do any good. No one was going to waste their time following up on it until it was far too late to make any progress. I'll have to look for her myself, she realized. Maybe get a Private Detective...

She had been planning ways to pay for that as she walked back to her car. It was parked far back in the vast emptiness that was the municipal garage structure. She was almost there when she heard a faint noise behind her. She began to turn...

That's all I can remember! She tried to move again-found that she could shift her legs a little from side to side before they were stopped by something hard. I'm in some kind of enclosed space-a crate, maybe-or a car trunk! She tried her hands again. No. She shook her head. I'm not going to pull free of a pair of handcuffs. She thought a moment. I should scream-try to get someone to notice me. Her mouth felt kind of numb-as if she had slept with it open. Gotta try! She yelled with everything she had, screaming for help...

And found that her mouth was stuffed with something that soaked up all sound.

Who did this to me? Where am I? Panic began to creep into her mind, panic that, if not suppressed, would turn her into a shrieking mindless thing...

Then she heard something. Something from very nearby-a searching, scratching sound...

Is that a key? Samantha concentrated, hoping the sound would repeat...

Then bright light filled her eyes. She reflexively narrowed them to a squint, peering ahead as she blinked away tears. I am in a car trunk! The truth rushed through her. My feet... She could see her legs, bent almost double in front of her. My feet are tied together! She tried once again to move her hands. Just like my wrists! She looked out of the trunk as her eyes began to adjust, the truth of what had happened to her beginning to penetrate. I was knocked out-tied up. She saw a form above her-a male form. It reached down...

Oh God!

 

"Hey, kid!" Bob Fanelli was grinning like a youngster as he yanked the bound body of the new girl out of the trunk. "Get a look at this!"

Larry Gianetto finished locking the outside door into the garage before he turned toward his boss. "What'cha got?" He took a step toward the other man. "I thought we only had the one job before the holidays ..." He saw the girl. "Whoa!"

"Yeah." Fanelli turned the bound figure toward him and hoisted her over a burly shoulder as he headed for the training room. "Twins! Would you believe it?" He pushed the door open and stepped inside. "I wonder if our client knew there were two of them-two with the same kinda hair colour-that really light silvery blond." He smiled. "Don't see that too much."

"What are we gonna do?"

Fanelli flicked the lights on, smiling as he saw the kneeling figure near the centre of the big space. "We'll train both of them." He patted the ass of the girl on his shoulder. "Two's gotta be better than one, right?" He strode toward the other girl. "And it's the same amount of work to train two at once as it is to do one-hell, it might even be easier this way."

"Okay." Gianetto half-trotted alongside him. "So what are you gonna need?"

"Give me a full 'uniform' for this one." He smiled. "And maybe the double-dildo unit."

"Got it!" The youngster headed for the fully-stocked workbench at the rear of the room. Fanelli, meanwhile, continued in a straight line until he reached the centre of the big room-and looked down at the bound figure that knelt there.

Silver blonde hair, Fanelli dropped the second girl onto the floor, his eyes flashing back and forth between the two. Check! Eyes... He leaned closer, caught the glare in the new girl's light blue eyes. Check! He pulled out his pocket knife, flicked it open. Let's check the boobs...

He grabbed the front of the new girl's sweater and pulled her toward him, showing her the knife. "Don't move now," he smiled. "Wouldn't want to cut any of that fine smooth skin..." The knife slipped through the thick knit of her sweater, cutting it neatly down the front. Fanelli ripped the remainder away, tossing it to one side before using the blade to cut away the blouse that lay underneath. "Got a slip, too?" He asked her now-terrified eyes.

She didn't. When he had finished shredding the blouse, he found nothing more exotic then a utilitarian white bra beneath--the knife made short work of its straps and Fanelli tossed it into the pile with her other clothes as her large firm breasts dropped into view. "Not bad." He weighed them in his hands as he compared them to those of her sister. "I think yours might even be a little bit bigger!"

He glanced at Gianetto who had reached his side holding a double-handful of gear. "We'll do the uniform first," he told his apprentice.

He took a second to lay the knife down next to him before undoing the belt holding the girl's slacks. When it was loose, he pulled the pants down to her knees and retrieved the knife to cut off her panties.

"All right," he pushed her onto her back and grabbed the lines holding her ankles tied together, pulling her legs up toward him and lifting the bound girl's hips off the floor. "Put it on."

Gianetto slipped the leather belt on the rig he was holding around her waist, pulling the end through the buckle tight enough to draw a loud whuff of air from the captive's mouth. "That should be tight enough." He buckled it in place, then ran another belt, attached in the rear, between her legs and through a second buckle in the front. Again he pulled it as tight as he could; first making sure that it was directly between the girl's legs. When he was done, the strap ran right across the middle of her cunt-and was tight enough to part its lips.

"I think that'll do it." He took a half-step back as Fanelli released the girl's legs. "Wrists next?"

The big man nodded, shifting around to grab the girl's shoulders and pulling her up to face him. "Don't move, cupcake." He smiled as Gianetto moved in with a set of leather cuffs. "And don't even think about fighting!"

The younger man removed the handcuffs that Fanelli had used when he had picked the girl up in the garage, replacing them with tightly buckled leather straps. These clipped to one another, then to a ring on the belt he had just put in place, keeping her wrists helplessly pinned in the small of her back.

"Got 'em." He held out his hand. "Let me have your knife and I'll do her legs."

Fanelli passed the pocket knife to his apprentice and maintained his grip on the girl while the younger man cut the ropes holding her ankles and pulled her pants completely off. He tossed the slacks to one side, then buckled two more leather cuffs in place and snapped them together.

"One thing left." Gianetto produced a bright red ball gag with a tiny ring in the front--he used it to replace the wadded cloth keeping the girl silent. "That's it!"

Fanelli regarded the helplessly-tied figure in his arms for a long second-then lowered her until her knees touched the concrete surface. "On your knees-facing me!" He made sure she obeyed, then: "Now spread them as wide as you can."

He wasn't surprised when she just glared at him. About what I would expect. For the moment, he simply used the tip of his boot to push them apart. "This is the position you are to assume when either my assistant..." He gestured to Gianetto. "Or I enter this room." He looked down at her. "Is that clear?"

She continued to glare at him.

He laughed. "Well, it soon will be." He glanced at Gianetto. "Did you bring the double-dildo?"

The youngster lifted an oddly-hinged item. "Got it."

"Good." He nodded to the other kneeling form. "Her first."

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

Samantha was in a state of near-shock. It had started when that man... He was in the Police Station. I saw him there! Dragged her out of the trunk and onto his shoulder. He had his hand right on my ass! She had been mortified and had tried to wriggle free, but he was far too strong...

And then he was cutting my clothes away...

That had been bad enough, but then he had held her while the other man put-something-around her waist and into her...

It hurts! She narrowed her eyes as another spurt of pain flowed through her most delicate areas. It hurts so badly! She wanted to complain, wanted to threaten or beg or...

She couldn't speak. There was a big red thing in her mouth. A ball of some kind. She could feel her own drool slowly leaking around its rounded edges...

And she couldn't do a single thing about it.

When the big man forced her to her knees, she had been outraged-but helpless to do anything about it.

And then he showed that obscenity to her.

"This is a double-dildo." He held it right in front of her eyes. "I'm going to let you and your sister share it tonight."

Sister! Samantha had seen another woman when she'd been carried into the room-but she'd been too far away for a good look. They've got Karen too!

"It seems she screwed around with the wrong people." The man shook his head. "Now she's gonna pay the piper." He smiled into her terrified eyes. "You're gonna be the tip!"

With that he nodded to the other man-and the leather thing running through her cunt was loosened, pulled down...

Samantha sighed in relief. And then the dildo-thing was touching her, pushing inside.

She shrieked into her gag, tried to move, tried to keep herself closed.

It did no good. The two men were experts and, despite anything she tried, the dildo sunk into her, deeper and deeper...

And then they put the strap back into place, locking the plastic thing inside her.

"I think that will do." The big man reached down, grabbed a handful of Samantha's hair. "Now..."

The world went red as he pulled her to one side, using her hair as a convenient grip. Don't, please... The words flowed through her mind-unheard by anyone around her.

Tears flowed down her face as the pain continued...

And then he released her-leaving her face to face with Karen. She's tied up just like I am! Samantha saw the leather straps that went around her waist and through her cunt, the big rubber ball that stuffed her mouth to uselessness. She saw a string of drool running around the other girl's chin, then dripping onto her breasts and, from there, falling onto the floor where it had formed a small, round pool.

"Get real close, now." The big man pushed her forward until her breasts and Karen's breasts touched. "Good."

Samantha saw the pain in her sister's eyes as the big man pulled her back. She knew that the other end of the dildo-thing they had put inside her was being inserted into her sister's cunt. She could feel it moving, sliding...

And then it was done. The two nearly-identical women were joined, sex to sex-and more was to come.

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

Fanelli looked over the twins kneeling in front of him. The double-dildo fit perfectly, forcing them together from stomach to belly. Just one or two more things to do! He motioned to Gianetto. "Get a couple of nipple clamps and a matching gag for sis." He smiled. "We're gonna make sure these two really are inseparable!"

The younger man quickly found what he was looking for in one of the workbench's drawers-he brought two sets of nipple clamps back, tossing one pair to Fanelli. "What now?"

"Watch." The big man walked over to the new girl's side, reached a big hand in, and cupped her breast. He ran his fingers over it, caressing, stroking.

The nipple began to rise.

"It's interesting." He turned toward Gianetto but kept his hands working on the helpless girl. "No matter how much you hurt them-no matter how frightened they are..." His movements continued. "These little things will always come to attention when you handle them properly." He closed thumb and forefinger around the nipple, then put the first clamp in place, quickly tightening it as the captive girl squealed into her gag. "See?"

He followed the same routine on the sister, and when the clamp went into place, he clipped it to the other one.

Gianetto matched his movements on the girl's other side and that pair of breasts quickly found themselves joined in the same manner. The twins were now tied together-cunt to cunt, breast to breast.

"One last thing..." Gianetto undid the strap holding the gag in Karen's mouth, smiling as a little river of drool came oozing out. "Keep it open for the new one," he smiled. "I made it blue so you'd coordinate." He stuffed the ball into place, strapped it tight. "One more thing." He pulled a clip out of his pocket, threaded it through both of the rings, then locked it shut, locking their faces together as well.

"We'll let them have a little 'together' time." Fanelli ran a hand over the new girl's cheek. "Then we'll come back and introduce the new girl to the whip."

He smiled at the look in her eyes.

"So why did we take these two, really?" Gianetto asked as soon as the door to the training room closed behind them. "I heard what you told the new girl about little sister screwing with the wrong people-was that true?"

"More or less." Fanelli hooked a beer out of the refrigerator and popped the cap as he headed for the kitchen table. "Karen-that's the one I grabbed day before yesterday, had an ongoing 'thing' with the wife of one of our friends."

"She swings that way, huh?"

"Seems like." He took a swig. "Anyway, our friend knew all about it and has been looking for the perfect gift for wifey-and giving her little friend to her as a toy appealed to him."

"And now that we have two of them," Gianetto smiled. "His and hers if you will ..."

"Means we should be able to double the price." Fanelli grinned. "And give each of them a nice shiny new toy to play with."

"So where do we go from here?"

"We give them the night to get re-acquainted, then, in the morning; we start with the usual whipping and go from there."

"Sounds like a plan." Gianetto yawned and stood. "I'm for bed."

Fanelli grinned. "But not right to sleep."

"No." The younger man smiled back. "Not right to sleep." He waved. "See 'ya in the mornin'."

"Bright and early." Fanelli drained the beer. "I gotta report in for second watch-wanna have the first whipping out of the way by then."

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Samantha stared into the eyes of her twin. It was about all she could do. This is all her fault, she thought. It's always her fault! Karen had always been the daring one-the one anxious to try something new-and always finding a way to get into trouble trying it. Then I have to get her out of it! She winced as her sister moved, tweaking the clamp on her breast. But I see any way we're going to get out of this one!

Samantha had thought the pain of the strap through her crotch was bad-it was worse with the dildo there. I feel like its tearing me in half! She winced again at another movement by her sister. Damn! Stop doing that!

And then Karen started to roll her hips-keeping her upper body as still as possible. What's she doing? She felt her sister's belly move against her own, felt the dildo shift-just a hair. Damn! She glared into the other girl's eyes. She's trying to get herself off!

Samantha shifted her own hips, trying to find a more comfortable position. Karen moaned at that movement, then copied it, rolling her hips, making the dildo move inside her-and its twin move inside Samantha.

The movement became regular, and as it did, the pain lessened, disappeared, became something else.

Samantha moaned deep in her own throat-and began to copy Karen's movements, rolling with her twin, letting the heat inside rise...

This can't be happening! She told herself--but it was. She moved faster-rolled her hips harder, until, moaning with the effort, she came.