Author: Dr. Gamble Title: Twins In Trouble Summary: A pair of twins are the unfortunate victims of a kidnaping. Their captors subject them to various tortures and abuses before they are eventually rescued. Keywords: M+F nc rape Mdom bd sad violent tort This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue reading if you are not of age to do so. This story is a part of a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and violent torture of a non-consenting nature. The content of these stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities depicted. While some of these stories contain characters who are subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not real people. TWINS IN TROUBLE The summer my sister and I graduated from high school was the worst possible summer any one could possibly have ever had. My sister Victoria, actually more than a sister, we were twins, and I had grown up in a big house on the Intercoastal in Fort Lauderdale where our mom was active in all sorts of community work and our dad ran an accounting firm. Daddy had lots of clients at his work but it seemed like his biggest clients were all somehow associated with an organized crime family in the Bahamas. I suppose we should have suspected that Daddy was getting deeply involved with them since he and Mom had been often invited to parties in Nassau. We even got the chance go along with them for New Year's and spring break our senior year in high school, staying at Uncle Lou's as we called him, who lived in a big mansion on the ocean. There were other families there too and a lot of hunky young guys who Vicky and I made sure noticed us in our little bikinis. It was only a couple of weeks after graduation that Daddy told us at dinner that Vicky and I were going on a trip for the summer to a cabin he had rented in some remote place in North Carolina. It all came as a surprise to us and only after we asked him why several times, he finally told us the whole story about his business dealings in Nassau and that he wanted us far away when he turned himself in to the police. He told us that he was doing it for us and that if he turned everything over to the Feds that he would be able to get into some kind of witness protection program and we would be able to all be together again. Mom wanted to stay with him but he seemed particularly insistent that she go with us to North Carolina. So the next morning, Vicky and I went to the mall to get some things for the trip while Mom packed at home since Dad had already arranged all our airline tickets for later that afternoon. However, something very unexpected and creepy happened before we could get away. We were just leaving the mall when this dishy looking guy came up to us and asked if we could help him with his little sister who was feeling sick in his car. He looked so incredibly worried and pathetic that we just couldn't say no and so we followed him out to his car in the parking garage. It was a big dark blue car with tinted windows and when he opened the back door where he said his sister was, we were both immediately pulled inside. Needless to say, nobody's sister was inside the car. What was in the car was a very strong man wearing a leather mask over his head who, before either one of us even knew what was happening, had us immediately bound and gagged while the other man quickly drove the car out of the parking garage. I will never forget the look of terror in Vicky's eyes as he pushed the both of us face down on the floor of the back seat. Then, as soon as he finished binding our hands behind our backs, we were blindfolded so that so that neither of us could see were taken. We were only in the car for about ten minutes and since I could tell that we hadn't gotten onto I-95 or the Turnpike or anything, I figured that we must still be somewhere in the city. The only thing I knew was that once the car stopped we were inside some kind of a building with a cement floor like a big warehouse. Vicky and I were separated and I was taken to a stone walled room somewhere in the building by the man who had tricked us at the mall. He took off my blindfold and gag and replaced the rope tying my hands together with a pair of handcuffs. He then pulled my wrists up over my head, attaching the handcuffs to a short chain hanging from the ceiling. He told me that if I behaved nothing was going to happen to us, that we were being held as ransom in order to keep Daddy from going to the cops and that was all. Then, after feeling me up a bit, he left me there alone. The walls in that place were so thick you couldn't really hear anything although at one point something that sounded like a freight train went by very close to the wall behind me. I was by myself for at least two hours before two men came back to my small prison cell. Each of them was wearing a black leather hood which covered almost all of their head and very little else except for a leather bikini bottom. One of them was carrying a video camera on a small tripod and the other had a big whip and a long knife. With what they were carrying and wearing it was pretty obvious what was going to happen next. While the one man set up his video camera the other one explained that my parents needed a little more persuasion to insure they didn't contact the authorities. Then with one swift motion of his knife he slit my dress right up the back letting it fall to the floor. Seeing that the other man was videotaping, he then lifted my bra up, exposing my breasts to both them and the camera, and he began to roughly manhandle my chest, making sure the camera could plainly see him doing it. While he was grabbing and pinching my breasts, he also unhooked me from the ceiling, again tying my hands behind me. He then led me over to a big window covered with a big wooden thing and made me kneel on the floor while he removed it revealing an adjoining chamber. He walked back to me and pushed me closer to the window and when I looked up there was Vicky who had been chained to the ceiling in the adjoining chamber just like I had been. She didn't see me at first but as soon as she looked up she immediately screamed even though they had gagged her mouth to keep her from making any noise. Her shorts were open and I figured that she had been molested like I had been but it didn't look like they had hurt her at all. Knowing that she could see me in my underwear, or at least still somewhat in my underwear, I figured that I should try to reassure her that I was still okay. That was when I noticed the man with the whip and knife standing in the door to her cell behind her. Maybe it was some noise that he made or maybe it was just the look in my eyes, but Vicky was immediately aware that he was standing there as well. It was really freaky the way he just stood there waiting for her to respond and only after what seemed like forever, he slowly made his way over to her in the middle of the room. He set the whip down on a small bench against the wall but kept the knife in his hand as he stepped behind her, cupping his empty hand over her left breast. Vicky didn't seem to be bothered much by his hand since her attention stayed closely riveted on the menacing knife which he was holding right in front of her face. He paused again, looking up at the other man who was still on my side of the window videotaping every move he made. I couldn't help but think how angry and shamed our parents would be when they saw the tape he was making. Ironically the man holding Vicky was thinking the same thing when he laughed and yelled to his companion, "Whaddya think Rocky and Bridget are going to think about this?" He then pulled her top up and began slicing at it with the knife while tightly squeezing her exposed breast in his hand. Vicky struggled a little, but with the knife that close and with her wrists still firmly tied to the ceiling she could do precious little to escape him. His blade made quick work of her top and he barely paused before slicing away her shorts after which he finally set the knife down. Stepping behind her, he slowly pulled her panties down so that the camera could get a good picture of him running his one hand down her front while his other hand began to knead her breasts. Then, pulling her tightly against him, he began to grind his fingers into her privates, digging into her pussy hard enough to make her scream through the gag she was still wearing. I couldn't tell if it was his plan or if he was just getting turned on by what he was doing to her but the next thing he did was to unsnap the leather jockstrap thing he was wearing, allowing his pent up erection to poke into Vicky's rear. She tried to squirm away from him but that only made him grab at her that much more violently. Becoming more serious about his impending rape, his hand slid off of her breast, down to guiding his growing penis as he began to attempt to penetrate her. Vicky clearly felt him jabbing at her but he firmly gripped her tummy with one finger driving deep into her pussy and there just wasn't much she could do to avoid his assault. Vicky kept fighting him, holding her legs together as tight as she could while he grabbed at her hips in an effort to gain access to her. She was successful for a while but only for a while. It was pretty clear that he was losing patience with her resistance but she kept at it. When she looked up at me I suddenly realized how humiliating it must be for her to have me watching so I quickly looked away. However, there was no way I could ignore what was happening in that other room. I mean watching my twin sister was like watching myself being assaulted by that male and as frightening as it was at that moment, I couldn't help but marvel at the size of his sex organ which he kept pressing between her legs. It was huge. I admit that I only had limited experience with those kind of things but I did know huge when I saw it and believe me, he was huge. He slid his hands up to her breasts and began to tightly crush them. Then he clamped down on her left nipple, pinching it so hard that Vicky screamed and then began to cry from the stinging pain while he continued to roll it back and forth between his thumb and fingers. However, pinching her nipple wasn't what he was really interested in and as soon as she began to scream she also relaxed the tension in her legs. It was the moment he was waiting for and drawing his hips back slightly I could see his rigidly tense penis slide up between the lips of her pussy. Then, almost as if it were in slow motion, he thrust his muscular hips forward, burying his manhood deep into her vagina. It was so incredibly unbelievable that as I watched I could almost feel it going into me. As violent and loathsome as it was, what I was watching happen to Vicky was something I had never even imagined before. It was so very strange to watch his huge erect penis disappear and then reappear as he drove it in and out of her body. Vicky had by this time sort of given up resisting him and he slid his hands down to her hips, picking her up and pulling her into his crotch so that he could penetrate her even deeper. This didn't last very long and after only a dozen or so more strokes, he pulled her onto himself and held her there while throwing his head back and letting out a deep groan. You could tell from the look on Vicky's face that she could feel him empty an abundant load of his cum deep inside of her body. I didn't think that he really physically hurt her, but it was obvious that Vicky was totally humiliated by the whole experience. He didn't pull out of her right away but just stood there behind her while the camera kept rolling, licking her and amusing himself by toying with her breasts. In the meantime, as his penis began to shrink, streams of the male reproductive slime which he had just injected into her vagina began to leak out and run down the inside of her thighs. Then it was my turn. I didn't notice that the man who had been running the camera had picked up a big knife from somewhere. After locking the camera tripod in place so that it was pointing right at me, he had taken a knife in his hand and quietly walked up behind me. Laying the flat of the blade on my shoulder, he literally frightened me to death and I screamed. This just made him laugh as he began to cut the straps on my bra until it was nothing more than just some small pieces of cloth. I was not really so concerned about him seeing me naked as I was about him accidently or even purposely cutting me with that knife as he jabbed and pulled it through the fabric of my bra. Once he finished exposing my top he moved down to my panties. I screamed and tried to struggle away from him as he ran that knife up my thigh under the ties on my bikini bottom. Although my hands were handcuffed together, I managed to grab his wrist and no sooner had I done this he swiftly pulled my hands up over my head and snatching my hair, pulled my arms and head back so I was practically leaning against his body. Then, instead of cutting through my panties he began to use the knife to pull them up into the crack of my pussy until it really began to hurt. I started screaming and in the struggle managed to get my hands free. That was about the time he stopped and stood me up, pulling me to my feet by my hair. He led me over to a chair which was right in front of the window and made me sit there while he retied my hands behind me and then my ankles to the back legs of the chair so that my legs were spread wide apart. The other man had joined him by this time and was moving the camera to a place in front of me so that he could get a better shot. Looking up, I could see Vicky through the window watching all of this unfold. She looked terrified for me as if she somehow knew what was coming next. I guess we all knew what was coming next. "Okay Honey," the man operating the camera said, "Look at the camera. Tell Mommy and Daddy that if they go to the cops you and your sister will just have to pay for it." I looked up at the camera and could only think about what they were going to do to me and how degrading it was for them to be videotaping it. I wanted to tell my parents that they should do what was right but I really didn't want those men to hurt me or Vicky any more, so I didn't say anything but just stared at the camera until the other man walked up next to me. He was carrying the whip that they had brought with them earlier and had taken off his jock strap so that he was now like totally naked. While I couldn't help but notice his rapidly expanding and growing penis I also couldn't take my eyes off the whip he was holding. It was a cat-o-nine tales with thin leather strands around two feet long which joined at the handle in his hand. I had never seen a whip like that and couldn't even imagine what it would feel like if or when he decided to use it. While he had the whip in his hand, that didn't seem to be what he had in mind for me at first. Standing in front of me he began to stroke his stiffening penis, making the thing grow even larger. "Hey Honey," he laughed. "Want milk?" He kept rubbing it and then stuck it right in front of my face. He had worked the thing enough by that time that the end of it began to emit a clear fluid as if it were getting ready to erupt at any moment. He laid the whip on the chair in front of me and reaching down with his free hand he undid the gag over my mouth, pulling it down around my neck. Using the gag to push my face toward his moist sex organ he yelled, "Suck it! Come on babe, before I cum all over my hand." Not wanting that vile thing anywhere near my mouth I turned away from him as best I could. Dropping the hand that was on his shaft down to my left breast he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to pinch and twist it as hard as he could. The pain was truly unbearable and I began screaming and struggling to get away from him but he was just too strong. Finally he let go of my breast and I thought that it was over until I felt the straps of the whip resting on my other shoulder. He had picked up the whip and was slowly dangling it next to me just so that the ends of the leather straps ran across my right breast. "Now we can do this easy or we can do it the hard way," he said quietly in a frightening monotone voice. "Its all up to you." Then he began to tighten the gag around my neck until it was hard for me to breathe. "Okay then," he continued, putting the whip down and running his hand up and down the side of my body, "Let's see what you got down here." He had taken hold of the string on my bikini bottom and started to untie it. I looked up and the man running the camera was zooming into my crotch. I really didn't want this to happen. It was all so vulgar and I felt so cheap that I began to squirm in what I knew was a futile attempt to get away from him. Then with one final tug, my last piece of dignity was gone. "Hey now look at that," he remarked. "Its all clean shaved. Just the way I like 'em." He ran his grubby hand across my pussy and it literally felt like an electric shock. I jumped back in the chair as far as I could but, of course, I couldn't jump nearly far enough. "Now what's all the fuss about here, Honey? From what I can see you ain't got anything down there to hide. That is of course unless you're keeping something secret hidden away in that little crack of yours." He had picked up the whip again and began to stick his wet penis into my face. "Let's be a good girl now and give me that blow job for Mommy and Daddy. Okay?" I actually gagged from the thought of putting that thing in my mouth and as soon as I did he tightened the rag around my neck, pulling me back into the chair. He then once more dangled the whip over my shoulder brushing it against my chest. "I can see we have a problem with communication here, Babe," he said in a louder voice. "You don't really want me to use this on you do you?" I couldn't take my eyes off the thing as he continued to brush it across my breasts. "N..no," I replied quietly, beginning to cry again. "Are you ready for 'Mister Happy' then?" He was actually laughing at me and my predicament. What decision was I supposed to make? Somehow I knew that inevitably he was going to use that whip on me and then he was going to rape me. He was going to do it and he was going to videotape it and he was going to send the tape to my parents and there was nothing I could do to stop him. "Please....," I cried as I begged him. "No." "Well then," he laughed again, "Lets just get up close and personal." Taking the handle of the whip, he jabbed it up into my right breast until the pain was simply overwhelming. I began to scream which was probably just what he wanted and expected. He took hold of me by my hair and yelled into my ear, "Well you asked for it little honey. Now its time we got started. Mommy and Daddy are waiting." He let go of my hair and stepped back behind me. Just as I started to open my eyes to see where he was, I heard the swish of the whip going past my right ear and then the sound of it landing on my right breast. Suddenly my whole breast was on fire and the last thing I heard before I started shrieking from the pain was Vicky's scream from the next room. Of course that didn't satisfy him and he circled around behind me, letting go with another slash landing right across my chest. This strike was even more forceful than the first with the leather straps cutting deeply into both of my nipples. I was certain the force of it had broken through my skin but luckily it hadn't. It did manage, however, to leave a series of bright red stripes running across both of my breasts. Circling back to my left again he let the whip fly once more and this time he aimed for my exposed pussy. Although I can't say that it hurt as much as the strike across my chest, it sent a charge of stinging torment deep into my most sensitive areas. Even more than that, it was so intensely demeaning to be tortured down there especially with Vicky watching in the other room. Maybe it was because I didn't scream for him loud enough but his next hit came right on top of the last one. The only difference this time was that one of the leather strands managed to get into the slit of my pussy and slice right into my clitoris. The spike of pain literally lifted me off the chair and I screeched in agony. Apparently this was either the reaction he was looking for, or I was just becoming too loud for him, because he then put the whip down and restored the gag to my mouth. He also decided that I had enough punishment from the whip and so he started to untie me from the chair. But he wasn't at all finished with me yet. "We still have a bit of unfinished business here, now don't we Honey," he quietly whispered in my ear as he lifted me from the chair. He placed his hand on my rear and squeezed in fingers deep into my skin adding, "But I think I may have found another way for you to make it all up to me and help me with this hard-on all at the same time." He motioned to the man who had been running the camera to move a small cot to under the window. Then taking me by the hair he led me to the bed. He didn't have to explain what he was planning to do to me but of course he did. "Over here Honey. I'm gonna fuck you right where your sister can see us. Right where Mommy and Daddy can watch my cock go so far into you that it'll tickle your throat." They had turned the light out in the other room so that I couldn't see Vicky anymore but I knew she was still in there, watching. He made me kneel on the bed and since he had already tied my hands behind my back he decided to tie my ankles together as well. As soon as he finished he made me stay there while he ran his filthy hands all over my body, squeezing and pinching as he went and laughing at the window and then at the camera about how much fun I was going to be. My sore breasts, where the red welts were still quite visible, became of special interest to him. He began seizing and crushing them until they were burning with pain, not just on the surface but all the way deep inside making me start to scream through my gag. Finally, he pushed me down on my back onto the bed. Taking a hold of the rope around my ankles he then lifted my feet up in the air and before I knew what he was up to he had already pushed himself up between my legs so that I now involuntarily held him between my thighs. I could feel his wet penis poking at my pussy and as the other man adjusted the camera position I just closed my eyes and waited. Both Vicky and I had stayed virgins all the way up until toward the end of senior year. We didn't have a pact or anything like that, although I know for a fact that Mom would have killed us if she found out we were having sex, but it just sort of turned out that way. Not that there weren't opportunities, and I know that a lot of our friends were doing it, but neither one of us wanted to do it with just anybody and most all the boys at our school were like so lame that it just never happened. That is, up until the weekend after our senior prom. Vicky had a steady boyfriend and we went over to his house after going to a movie only to find out that his parents were out of town. He broke into his parents liquor cabinet and we started drinking and playing CDs until he and Vicky headed off to his bedroom. The guy I was with had roughly the same idea and I figured what the hell if Vicky was doing it, so we ended up in a guest room. He was a kind of a cute guy, although I don't think he had that much experience, and he was really very gentle and thoughtful, even though I was pretty sure Vicky and I had been set up. I mean, he had like an assortment of condoms with him and pretty well knew where everything was in the house already, but I really didn't care. Anyway, we got our clothes off pretty fast and were rolling around on the bed when he just came like all over me. He was really sorry and pissed at himself for doing that and I kind of was too since he had gotten me all turned on, so I took his hand and sort of guided him into massaging my clit. He got his fingers into me every once in a while, which only made me go crazier, and finally I had one of the biggest orgasms I've ever experienced. I was loud enough that it ended with Vicky knocking on the door trying to find out if I was all right. But back to reality, the guy on top of me was anything but gentle or considerate and jabbing one hand into the small of my back he made me arch my hips, giving him a better aim at my gaping vagina. Then, in one quick thrust I felt his huge penis tear into me. It hurt, a lot. But more than that it was so incredibly horrifying, feeling his penis pressing that far up into my abdomen and I was certain he had punctured right through my vaginal wall. Adding to the discomfort down there, he decided to once again torture my breasts, tightly clenching them in his hand as he continued to fuck me like some sort of wild animal. I completely forgot about Vicky and the video camera as this rape of mine became more and more intense. I mean, he was a big muscular guy and it seemed like every muscle in his body was concentrating on driving his penis deeper and deeper into my vagina until suddenly he stopped stroking and started making little grunting sounds while pushing himself into me as far as he could. I could actually feel his organ twitching inside me . I began to cry again just from the thought of him filling my womb with his bestial reproductive juices and all the consequences that could mean for me but I wasn't allowed to cry for long. He pulled his vile organ out of me and squeezed it, draining what was still left in him on my thigh, and then crawled out from between my legs. He then untied my ankles and pulled me to my feet, lifting me off the bed. To both of the men's amusement, I was more than a bit unsteady and with the aching pain in my crotch couldn't walk very well as they led me out of the chamber over to the other room where they were keeping Vicky. She was both surprised to see us and concerned for me, as I was for her. She also knew, as I did, that they weren't even close to being done with us yet. I was chained to the ceiling next to her, my hands above my head so that my feet were just touching the floor. The man who had raped me put his thong thing back on and began to move the camera over to where we were. The other man had left the room and he returned with a huge ugly purple dildo. It was not just the size of the thing which was disgustingly menacing but it had big hard ridges and pointy bumps all over it. "Okay girls," the man holding the dildo started. "Which one of you wants to play?" I looked at the man and he was staring right at me when Vicky said, "Me. I'll do it." I could see that Vicky was about ready to start crying. She really just didn't want to see me hurt anymore and I really didn't want to see anything else happen to her either so I blurted out, "No! If you have to, do it to me." The man laughed and without taking his eyes off me stepped up to me and started to insert the dreadful thing into my still rent open vagina. The top of it actually went in with relative ease. I was still dilated and the other man's ample semen deposit was still leaking out of me, providing sufficient lubrication. Like I said, it slid in easily until it came to the pointy knobs which savagely tore at my stretched and tender opening. He pressed the thing deep into me and I could feel the bumps scraping against my vaginal walls as they went up into my body until he couldn't push it any further. Then he pulled it back out allowing the things to rip at me from the other direction. Once he had withdrawn it you could see clear traces of blood on its shaft. "Now look at that!" he exclaimed. "You got my toy all dirty. How the hell do you expect your sister to play with it now if its all dirty." He then took the thing and shoved it into my mouth. "Now lick it nice and clean now," he ordered while pushing it around in my mouth until I began to gag on the thing. He pulled it out and walked over to Vicky, holding it in her face. "Looks like its all yours now, Honey." He laughed as he reached down in front of her and using one hand to spread her lips open he began to force the object up into her vagina. I watched with terror as the sharp bumps cut their way through her vaginal entrance and the look on her face revealed the same pain I had earlier experienced with the thing. He pushed it further into her than he did to me but instead of pulling it back out, he just left it there. I hadn't seen the three little metal clamps he had also brought back with him and these he pulled out and showed to me. "Since your sister volunteered for the dildo, it looks like you get the clamps." He clamped one of each of my nipples. The springs were strong enough to allow the clamps to deeply bite into me and it really hurt, but third one was the real torture device. Crouching in front of me, I felt him spread open my pussy lips and being to afraid to resist I just let him do it, at least until I felt the last clamp firmly clench my clitoris. The shot of pain was incredible and I started to scream so loud that I think I even frightened myself. The men were amused at my plight but soon produced a ball with a strap on it which the one who put the clamps on me placed in my mouth. The gag was held in place by the strap which went around the back of my head. Vicky was given one as well. He then started to play with the clamps, pulling and stretching them until I would scream through the gag I was wearing. The gag not only kept me from screaming, it also kept me from breathing very well, and soon enough I simply fainted. When I woke up he was behind me and I could feel his penis poking at my rear. "It's time for a little comparison testing Sweetheart," he began. "My friend says that you're better than your sister and you know, there's just one way to find out for sure." He slid himself back and forth in the crack of my pussy and then wrapping his hands around me, spread my thighs wide apart. With all that had happened already that day, it wasn't difficult for him to penetrate me and I was immediately impaled on his erection. He began lifting me up and down by my thighs which only made the pinching worse on that clip he had placed on my clitoris. The whole thing became so unbearable that I ended up passing out again before he finished with me. When I woke up again he was done and the clips had been removed. His jism was draining out of me, making little riverlets of white sticky fluid running down my legs and I was incredibly sore, everywhere. Meanwhile, the men had brought a whole assortment of things into the room with us. One of them picked up an extremely menacing object I don't even know how to describe and started playing with it. This thing was kind of like a big lipstick with sharp bumps all over it and it had some kind of motors in it so that the top of it went back and forth like a washing machine as well as telescoping in and out making it longer and shorter. Of course it wasn't a lipstick but some sort of mad scientist dildo thing that they were obviously planning to use on one of us. Vicky was simply terrified. This thing was made out of metal and those bumps on it looked very capable of tearing your insides out. At first I thought that they were going to use it on her but then the other man hooked up a hose to the sink in the corner of the room and started to douche me with it. The water was incredibly cold but I was primarily concerned with how clean it was. But then, I figured, anything that cleaned their male shit out of me couldn't be all bad. Eventually the man who was doing it to me kind of answered the purity question when he decided to test my cleanliness with his tongue. Under any other circumstances I might have found it arousing but I was way to concerned for my and Vicky's health and safety at that point to even think about enjoying sex. The man who was playing with the mechanical dildo found yet a new way of torture. Holding the thing up in front of us he commented, "Looks like we're ready but we'll probably need some lube on this thing. Let's see what we got here." He looked in the box on the table and pulled out a tube of something but it wasn't a tube of lubricant. It was Ben Gay and he began to liberally apply it to the top of his little machine. Apparently since I was now "clean" the men decided to stick the thing into Vicky. She began to cry and began to panic as they pulled her legs apart and prepared to insert the thing into her. It must have hurt a lot going in but she just closed her eyes and bit her lip until they started playing with the buttons activating the little motors inside it. This, and probably the effects of the Ben Gay, caused her to start screaming and she just didn't stop for at least 15 to 20 minutes. They let her down so that she was on her knees but also so that they could do something else to her. It was as if they had to find yet another way to humiliate her, I suppose for their damned videotape, but one of them came up with a small plug which they were planning on sticking into her rectum. They told Vicky to put the thing in her mouth because that was the only lubrication it was going to get and either she didn't understand what they were doing or more likely was more preoccupied with the motorized thing in her vagina and the Ben Gay which by this time must have set her entire genitals on fire. Finally getting tired of her disorientation, the man who was holding the plug thing pulled out his knife and forced it into her mouth. Holding it there until she began to choke on it, he then pushed her down on her hands and knees and inserted the thing in her rectum. It must have been incredibly uncomfortable for her but I didn't get to see much more since the man who had douched me decided to rape me again. I didn't know what he was about to do when he unhooked me from the ceiling and led me across the room where he had laid a small mattress on the floor. He took his thong off and laid down on his back, pulling me down on top of him. His erection was bobbing in front of me and at first I thought he wanted a blow job but he took hold of my hips and pulled me on top of him until it was poking at my pussy and then he sort of forced me down on top of the thing. Since I was now all dry down there it really hurt going in but there was nothing I could do about it. The other man had become interested in us by that time and after adjusting the camera came over to watch. "Want some?" the man who was raping me asked him. "I'll wait till mine's done I suppose," he replied, pointing at Vicky. "Shit," the first man continued, "Why wait. This one's got a hole that nobody's using yet." With that, he pulled me down on top of him, holding me down by taking my right nipple in his teeth. Meanwhile the other man knelt down behind me and to my horror I could feel his penis probing at the opening to my rectum. Taking hold of my wrists he then began pressing himself into me and slowly he forced himself through my opening and I began to take more and more of his erection. I really don't know how much further they were going to go but right about at that moment the door to the room swung open and three other men appeared. One of them, he was older, I remembered from one of the parties we had been at Uncle Lou's place. "What the hell is going on here," he roared at the two men raping me. They quickly withdrew themselves stammering, "We were only trying to teach these girls some discipline, Boss." "You don't need to teach them anything," the older man said as he walked into the room and then over to Vicky. "Shit. Look at this. These aren't your fucking club girls. These are the daughters of a made man. Show some respect you dumb asses." They pulled that thing out of Vicky and found some lab coats for us to wear. Then, after a while, Uncle Lou showed up. They talked for a while and finally he announced to them, "I'm taking Victoria and Virginia with me," and we left with him. Later that day, he told us about Mom and Dad. Some hit man had already found them and they were both dead. They had been killed and left in our house which was then burned to the ground. He stayed with us in Florida until after the funeral but then he had to go back to work and so decided to send us out to a friend of his in California, mainly to get us out of Florida and far away from those men who had so brutally raped us. His friend's name was Doctor Todd. He was a headmaster at a private school up in he hills somewhere north of San Francisco and Uncle Lou assured us that he would take care of us. He did take care of us, but not in any way we expected.