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.