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 "Hi, Mrs.  Saylor!  Mind if I come in?"

   Cassie was standing on Kate's doorstep as though she was just dropping
by to borrow a cup of sugar.  The teen was wearing a modest navy blue skirt
and a light white cotton blouse, and had a canvas book bag over one
shoulder.  Her hair had been unbraided and fell straight to the middle of
her back.  Kate might have taken her for a local high school girl selling
band candy, had it not been for the pert outlines of Cassie's erect nipples
revealing that she wore nothing under her blouse.

   "What the hell are you doing here, Cassie?" Kate said suspiciously.

   Cassie frowned.  "Dad sent me over with a present for you," she
answered. "But if you're going to be that way..."

   She turned to go, then stopped and turned back with a smile as Kate
called "Wait!"

   Kate drew a deep breath and tried to relax.  "Um, sure, Cassie.  Come
right in." Kate ushered her young guest in, then closed the door.  For just
a moment she wondered if she might overpower Cassie, trade her for Brandy
and Shannon.

   Cassie seemed to be reading her mind.  "Don't try anything dumb, Katie,"
she said.  "I'm just here to drop off a package for you.  You don't even
want to think about what Dad'll do to Brandy and Shannon if I don't come
back."

   Cassie tossed her head and her eyes challenged Kate to prove her wrong.

   Kate looked wryly at her young visitor.  "You've got it all worked out,
haven't you?"

   "Pretty much," Cassie replied nonchalantly.  "Look," she continued
seriously, "You screwed Dad around, and you're going to have to pay for
that.  No way out of it.  So hey, you might as well enjoy it, right? 
Here." Cassie handed Kate a videocassette from her book bag.  "Daddy
figured you'd wanna see what happened last night after your call."

   Kate accepted the tape, and set it down on her coffee table, but Cassie
watched her expectantly.  "Well?  You gonna watch it?"

   "You mean with you here?" Kate was taken aback.

   "Sure," Cassie said.  "My bus won't be back by for almost an hour.  We
can make popcorn." Cassie's elfin grin was infectious, even knowing what
lay behind it.  "C'mon.  I'll be, like, color commentary.  Like football."

   "Oh, wonderful," Kate muttered.  But in the end her need to connect with
Shannon and Brandy, even through a videotape, overcame her reluctance, and
she popped the tape into her VCR and sat down on one end of the couch to
watch.  Cassie settled in to her left, tucking her feet up under her skirt.

   "No shoes on the sofa," Kate said, surrendering to the unreality of it
all.  Cassie merely stuck her tongue out and grinned that infectious grin
again.  Kate rolled her eyes, then picked up the remote and pressed "Play."


   The scene opened in what looked like a living room in an older style
house.  The curtains were pulled tight, so Kate couldn't be sure what time
of day it might have been.  The room was sparsely furnished with a couple
of armchairs, a sofa, and some low tables over hardwood floors.  Most of
the furniture was pushed back against the walls though, to make room for
two low ottomans in the middle of the floor.

   Brandy and Shannon were stretched across those ottomans, wrists and
knees tied firmly to the legs of the stools.  Shannon still wore her red
blouse, and Brandy still had her white one but it had been unbuttoned. 
Both girls were nude from the waist down.  They were tied with their heads
toward the camera, and Kate could make out knotted bandanas tied behind
each girl's head, but both girls had their faces down at the moment, and
both were crying softly.

   "Dad rented this great old house in the city," Cassie whispered, as
though they were in a theater.  It was already furnished and all, but we
added some stuff you'll see later.  This is just the living room." To
Cassie, talking about setting up a torture chamber for little girls was
like talking about her family's summer trip to Disneyland.

   Cassie and Todd stepped into the camera's view dressed as they had been
when they ambushed Kate, and took up positions behind Brandy and Shannon,
respectively.  In a moment an older man walked on too, and Kate recognized
Gary from a picture he had sent her.  He went down to one knee between the
ottomans, facing the camera, and began gently petting the girls' backs. 
The girls flinched at his first touch, but then the stroking seemed to calm
them somewhat.

   "Hello, Katie-girl," Gary said with a smile.  "I knew you'd want to see
your girls, so I'll be letting you tune in from time to time as we go
along. This'll be Shannon and Brandy's first night with us, so we all want
to get to know each other, and give the girls a little sample of what they
have to look forward to while they're with us."

   Gary's hands slid slowly down each girl's back, then he reached back and
appeared to cup each little bottom firmly.

   Shannon and Brandy both jerked their heads up with wide eyes and muffled
shrieks, and Kate could see how tightly their cleave gags had been tied. 
Both began pulling fiercely at their bonds, mmmphing and wriggling their
bottoms in a futile effort to escape Gary's probing fingers.  Shannon's
eyes suddenly flashed angrily and she looked over her shoulder at Gary. 
"Bleethe ftob!" she said, with as much authority as she could get around
her gag.

   Gary's perpetual grin widened at the girls' struggles.  Todd was
watching intently as his father diddled Shannon.  Cassie's grin matched her
dad's.  "As you can see," Gary continued, "we have a long way to go in
their training.  So we're just going to make a few changes that Cassie has
requested in young Brandy's bondage, and then we'll get started breaking
them in."

   Gary gave Shannon and Brandy each a fatherly pat on the rump, then got
to his feet and walked forward out of the camera's pickup, then returned a
moment later with a metal rod in one hand and a hank of rope in the other.
The rod was about two feet long and had what appeared to be leather bondage
cuffs attached one at each end.  Kate realized that Gary actually had a
spreader bar sized for a four-year-old girl.  He handed the spreader to
Cassie, who immediately fastened the cuffs around Brandy's ankles before
she and Todd began to untie her wrists.

   While Todd and Cassie were working on Brandy's ropes, Gary stood on one
of the room's low tables and fastened the rope he'd brought to something on
the ceiling, out of the camera's frame.  It must have been a pulley of some
sort, because once he had the rope threaded he pulled several feet of it
through and left both ends of the rope hanging.  Gary was humming
distractedly.  When she listened closely Kate picked out the familiar
strains of "Whistle While You Work."

   Cassie left Brandy tied at the knees while she began tying the little
girl's wrists together with the free end of the long rope Gary had brought.
Brandy had other ideas, though, and struggled for a moment until Todd
clamped his hands around her arms and held her still for his sister. 
Brandy, still gagged, whined angrily.  Todd grinned.

   From her perch on Kate's couch, Cassie said, "Spunky kid."

   Once Brandy's wrists were secured, Cassie pulled on the rope until
Brandy's arms were stretched over her head.  Then Cassie handed the end of
the rope to Todd, who held it while Cassie began untying the ropes at
Brandy's knees.  When they were freed, Todd hauled the rope taut and then
tied it off to the knob of a nearby closet door.

   Brandy stood in her open blouse and nothing else, wrists together
overhead and legs spread wide by the bar.  Cassie pulled the ottoman up
behind the little girl and had a seat.

   Todd licked his lips and stepped up behind Shannon.  Cassie, still
smiling, reached into her pocket and pulled out a small beige vibrator,
about 4 inches long, slim and phallic.  What Todd unzipped from his pants
was over twice as long, not at all slim, and even more phallic.  Kate drew
a long breath at the sight.

   "Yeah, he's really something, isn't he?" Cassie said, nudging her.  "And
he keeps going so long sometimes that it's scary.  Daddy says it's cuz he's
still young." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "I like Daddy
better, but don't tell Todd I said so.  He thinks he's God's gift."

   Kate stared sidelong in mingled shock and admiration at a bobbysoxer who
made sexual comparisons between her father and her brother.  "My lips are
sealed," she said dryly.  Cassie crowed with laughter.

   Gary's voice came from off camera, "Better lube that bad boy up, Todd,
me lad.  You don't want to mess the poor girl up." A plastic bottle arced
into the frame.  Todd caught it and began rubbing slick, shiny lubricant
over his cock.  When he was done Cassie took the bottle and added a coat to
her vibrator.  She and Todd knelt behind their young victims, and as Todd's
cock disappeared behind Shannon she gasped loudly and pulled at her bonds
with all her might.  As Todd pushed forward slowly until his hips touched
hers, Shannon let loose a long, deep groan that seemed to come from all the
way down inside her.  Todd began moving his hips in long, slow thrusts, and
Shannon groaned again each time he pushed into her.

   "Damn," Todd said, "She's *tight*!"

   In Kate's living room, Cassie giggled.  "A cow is tight for Todd. 
Shannon was really having a time."

   On the tape, Cassie gave her vibrator a twist to start it buzzing.  She
bent forward over Brandy's bottom with an intent look on her face, and with
her free hand parted Brandy's labia as she manipulated the lubed vibrator
carefully against the four-year-old's pussy.  Brandy screamed against her
gag.  Kate jumped, startled.

   "Relax, I didn't hurt her." Cassie patted Kate's thigh, then rested her
hand there casually.  "She's just never felt anything that good before. 
Watch, she'll get into it."

   Kate glanced down at Cassie's hand, then pointedly lifted it off her
leg. Cassie just smirked and continued, "The deal was, if I can't keep
Brandy from cumming before Todd shoots his load, then Todd gets Shannon all
night.  But if he cums before Brandy does, then I get her.  But I have to
keep the vibe on Brandy the whole time, so it's tricky."

   "Jesus Christ," Kate breathed.  Cassie was so...matter-of-fact about the
whole thing.

   Onscreen, Todd was pumping like a piston.  Shannon's cries began to
sound less pained, and more a mixture of outrage and what sounded almost
like arousal.  Kate realized that her daughter was getting excited, and
that Shannon hated that she couldn't stop herself.

   Brandy, meanwhile, was whimpering softly, obviously confused by the
sensations the vibrator was giving her.  Cassie explored her meticulously
with the vibe, and from time to time Brandy's cries rose sharply as Cassie
found a new sensitive area.  Kate could see from Cassie's expressions that
she made careful note of each spot, then moved on in search of the next.

   The contrast between sister and brother was dramatic.  Todd's eyes were
closed in pleasure and he held Shannon's hips tightly as he moved in and
out in a steady rhythm.  Cassie, on the other hand, wielded her vibrator
like a surgeon, working Brandy over slowly and carefully.  The two young
sisters' responses were equally varied: Shannon was tossing her head back
and forth, her long hair flying, grunting and gasping through her gag in
cadence with Todd's thrusts.  Brandy hid her face against her arm and
twisted her tiny hands helplessly against her bonds as she tried with all
her might to lift her hips away from Cassie's maddening ministrations.  Her
whimpers had become a confused, frustrated whine as she tried to process
feelings she had never felt before.

   Kate realized that her own breathing was getting deeper, and her face
felt hot.

   Todd looked over at Cassie with a grin.  "Hey, Cass, watch this." He
grabbed a handful of Shannon's hair and pulled her head back, while at the
same time he began pumping his cock into her so hard that Kate could hear
him smacking against her daughter's ass.  The camera zoomed in suddenly on
Shannon's face, which bounced up and down with each thrust of Todd's hips.
Shannon's cheeks were streaked with tears and distorted by the tight cleave
gag, but her eyes were twin pools of lust, focused on nothing, and the
sounds coming from behind her gag were rising in pitch as Todd pumped her
faster and faster.

   "Smile for the camera, baby girl!" Gary's voice exulted offscreen.

   Shannon's strangled cries suddenly merged into a long, rising wail,
wordless through her gag.  She squeezed her eyes shut and her whole body
went rigid for a long moment.  Then she collapsed as though her strings had
been cut.  Todd let go of Shannon's hair with a laugh, and her head dropped
as though she didn't have the strength to hold it up any more.

   "Nobody said SHE couldn't cum," Todd gloated.  Throughout it all, his
thrusts never slackened.

   "Christ," Kate said.  "He's a fucking machine."

   "Nah," Cassie said casually.  "We've got one of those.  He's pretty
close though." Kate gave the teen a sharp look, but Cassie merely smirked.

   Brandy was definitely having her problems.  Kate's youngest was moaning
steadily now, but it seemed as though she had given up trying to resist the
sensations Cassie was inflicting.  Her problem now was trying to push
herself closer to those sensations, while Cassie was artfully brushing the
vibrator in long, slow strokes along Brandy's slit.  While Cassie had
earlier appeared to be chasing Brandy with the vibe, now she was forcing
Brandy to chase her.

   Kate swallowed hard.  Somewhere along the line Cassie's hand had slipped
back onto her thigh.  Kate gripped her hard, but didn't remove Cassie's
hand.  Her eyes were glued to the video.

   Todd and Cassie jockeyed like race car drivers.  Shannon's cries were
rising again in response to Todd's relentless pounding, and almost before
Kate could register it her oldest daughter arched into a second climax. 
Brandy's ponytail danced like the real animal's as she whimpered and cried.
Cassie's whole world seemed to have narrowed to keeping the tip of her
vibrator in constant motion, brushing but never resting on the
four-year-old's clitoris.  The rising tone of frustration in her little
victim's voice said that Cassie still hadn't lost her bet.

   Todd, on the other hand, seemed to have painted himself into a corner.
Shannon was heading up the steep ramp to yet a third orgasm, and hardly
seemed to know where she was any more.  But Kate realized that the vaginal
contractions of Shannon's climaxes were taking their toll on Todd.  The
older boy was sweating profusely, and his face was a strained mask as he
tried to hold back, but keep going.

   In the blink of an eye, almost, it was over.  Shannon screamed
full-throat against her gag as she surrendered to her most powerful orgasm
yet, and the sound seemed to send Todd over the edge.  He groaned aloud and
pulled Shannon's hips against his belly with both hands.  He gritted his
teeth and shouted, "Fuck!" as he came.

   Behind Brandy, Cassie crowed in victory.  "Yesssssss!" she said happily,
and suddenly pressed the vibrator firmly against Brandy's clitoris.  Brandy
arched her back as far as her bonds permitted, crying "mmmmph!  mmmmmmmph!"
over and over again as Cassie finally wrung her own orgasm from her.  With
a triumphant flourish, Cassie twisted the vibrator off.

   Silence suddenly descended over Gary's living room, broken only by the
labored breathing of two exhausted little girls.  As he got his own breath
back, Todd muttered, "Well, shit."

   The sound of applause broke the tableau as Gary walked into the frame,
clapping.  "That," he said happily, "was simply beautiful." He clapped Todd
on the shoulder in commiseration and said, "Cheer up, boy.  There's no such
thing as a bad orgasm." Todd grinned sheepishly.

   Gary suddenly swept Cassie into his arms and kissed her deeply.  Cassie
clearly hadn't been immune to the sexual energy that saturated the room,
and she threw her arms around her father's neck and returned the kiss with
interest.  Gary broke the clinch first, and said huskily, "To the victor go
the spoils."

   Then his eyes swept the room and his familiar devil-may-care smile
returned.  "Well, that's enough for now, I reckon.  Let's get our little
darlings bundled up and ready for bed.  Todd, fetch the sleepsacks while
Cassie and I get the girls untied here."

   As Todd went off to fetch "sleepsacks," whatever those were, and Gary
and Cassie bent to undo the girls' bonds, Kate took a deep breath and tried
to recover her own equilibrium.  She realized that Cassie was watching her,
eyes shining, and that she still hadn't relaxed her grip on the teenager's
hand.  The 14-year-old's eyes saw entirely too much, and Kate blushed
furiously with mingled arousal and humiliation.

   "You DO like it, don't you?" Cassie said huskily.

   Kate forced herself to stare straight ahead, and with a conscious effort
of will let go of Cassie's hand.  "Go to hell," she whispered.

   Todd came back into the frame with what looked like an armload of cloth
and leather belts.  He waited patiently as his father and sister finished
untying their guests.  Brandy and Shannon seemed to be dazed, and Shannon
was obviously more than a little sore.  She stood unsteadily when Cassie
helped her to her feet, and offered no resistance as the older girl
unbuttoned and removed first her blouse, then her bra.  Brandy sat huddled
on her footstool, similarly passive as Gary stripped her of her last bits
of clothing.

   Gary reached out and took one of the cloth and belt assemblies from
Todd. He looked at the camera and held it up to view.  "My own invention,
Katie," he said.

   What he held was a roughly triangular piece of cloth, edged top and
bottom with leather straps, and significantly wider at the bottom.  The
halves of a heavy brass zipper seemed to run along each side.  He began
putting the contraption on an unresisting Brandy, chatting conversationally
to his unseen audience as he worked.

   "The problem, you see, was how to let my little guests sleep at night
without letting them get into mischief.  I tried bondage, but a young girl
just can't get her rest when she's staked out to the corners of her bed. 
Then, I came up with my sleepsacks."

   As he spoke he buckled the shorter top strap around Brandy's neck,
draping the cloth over her shoulders like a cape.  Then he brought the long
bottom strap tightly around her waist.  Finally he zipped the whole thing
up the front.  When he was finished, Brandy's whole upper body, except for
her head, was enclosed in a loose-fitting cloth tube.

   From his pocket Gary took two small padlocks, which he snapped shut
through loops in the buckles at neck and waist.

   "There," he said proudly.  "Now she can get some movement while she
sleeps, so she doesn't get so stiff.  But she can't do anything with her
hands that might interfere with what I want.  And needless to say she's
still completely accessible."

   With quick, businesslike movements he performed the same task on
Shannon, and soon she too was enclosed in the bag-restraint.

   "OK, Katie-girl," he said to the camera.  "That's all for tonight's
show." He scooped Brandy up in his arms, and nodded to Todd to do the same
with Shannon.  "Cassie won the bet, so Shannon is going to spend tonight in
her bed.  And this little darling," he kissed Brandy on the forehead, "Will
be in mine." He favored his son with a sympathetic look.  "Todd, poor boy,
sleeps alone." Todd grimaced.

   "By the time you see this, Katie, it'll already be tomorrow.  But I'm
sure both your girls will spend a fine night.  If you're very nice to
Cassie, she might even tell you about it.  Bye, now, until our next show."
With that, Cassie and Todd headed offscreen in one direction with Shannon,
while Gary went the other way with Brandy.  And then, the video went to
snow.

   Kate turned to Cassie.  "Did you...?" She couldn't finish her question.

   Cassie's eyes gleamed.  "Maybe I did.  And maybe I didn't." She leaned
closer to Kate, and ran a hand lightly up the older woman's arm.  "How bad
do you want to know?" she asked softly.

   Kate saw something very old, and very hungry, look back at her out of
the teenage girl's eyes.  Gary's video had left Kate in a state of turmoil,
lust boiling up and around fear and shame.  She teetered on the brink for a
moment, but then said, almost inaudibly, "I can't."

   Cassie's mouth hardened into a thin line.  "Fine," she snapped.  "Then
you can just keep wondering." She stood up in a huff.  "You can't deny what
you are, Katie.  I'm only 14, and even I know that.  The sooner you figure
that out the better off you'll be." She picked up her book bag and headed
for the front door.  "I have to catch my bus, anyway."

   Suddenly Cassie stopped.  "Oh, I almost forgot.  Dad said to give you
this too." From the outer pocket of her book-bag Cassie handed Kate a slip
of paper.  On it was a string of numbers, four groups separated by periods,
and a time: 7 PM.

   Kate looked at the younger girl.  "What is this?"

   "Dad says it's an," Cassie's brow wrinkled briefly, "I.P.  Address.  I
don't know how it works, but basically if you type those numbers into your
browser it'll take you to a webcam that Dad has set up back at the house."
Cassie's smile came back.  "Tonight it's a live show!  And I'd better get
going, because I'm the star!" She headed for the door, and called back over
her shoulder "Don't miss it!"

   As the door closed Kate knew with a sinking feeling that she wouldn't.
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