Author: Dr. Gamble Title: The Twins And The Doctor Summary: The same twins from the last story find themselves in trouble once more when they fall into the hands of some intensely evil men and are sold as laboratory specimens. Keywords: M+F nc rape Mdom bd sad violent tort lac 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. THE TWINS AND THE DOCTOR I guess it all started when our dad got himself involved with a group of very incredibly evil men in the Bahamas. My twin sister, Virginia, our mom and dad and myself, all lived in a really nice house where we grew up in Fort Lauderdale. Everything was fine until quite suddenly it all started to unravel the summer after Ginny and I graduated from high school. Daddy had decided that he had to get out of the business he was involved in with those men for our sakes and was about to go to the cops when Ginny and I were kidnaped. There were two guys who held and then raped the two of us in a large warehouse somewhere up in Pompano Beach until Uncle Lou showed up and saved us. We never saw their faces since they were masked, but I'm pretty sure those men were two thugs we had met the spring before when we had been vacationing out in the Bahamas during spring break. It was all so incredibly humiliating and demeaning but at least we didn't suffer any permanent injuries. The truth is that it was all pretty minor compared what was going to happen to us later. Uncle Lou took us to his place in Boca Raton where he told us the truth about what had happened. It seemed that those people had murdered both our parents and burned our house to the ground to insure that any evidence against them would be destroyed. He told us a little bit about the things that Daddy had gotten involved in but the real surprise was what he told us about Mom and why he rescued us. "I owed it to your mother," he told us. "She was a fine woman but she got herself mixed up in that prostitution operation they had going out on a little island in the Bahamas. She ended up taking out this big woman with a knife who was their matron and I ended up protecting her. That's when she met your father. I promised her that you kids would never end up being a part of that kind of thing." He did take good care of us all that summer, but by August it became apparent that it would be in all of our best interests if we got out of Florida altogether. Apparently the police had figured out that our parent's deaths weren't as accidental as they had originally thought and Uncle Lou had heard rumors that we might be next in line to be gotten rid of, so he arranged to get the two of us some new identities and to someplace far away from Florida. Uncle Lou knew a man named Dr. Todd who was a headmaster at a private school in Orange County, California and who agreed to take us in and take.care of us. We were to fly out of Boca in a private plane so that there wouldn't be any airline tickets to leave a trail and stay with him at least until the heat died down. Dr. Todd himself showed up at Uncle Lou's house a couple of days later. He was an older man, kind of heavy, about five eight or so with dark hair that was maybe a little too dark for his age. Both Ginny and I thought he looked like a schoolteacher. He seemed to be very nice and was extremely polite so Ginny and I had no real reason to distrust him in any way and so early the next morning, before the sun was even up, we both packed and left with him. He took us to the Boca airport where he had a large older propellor plane with two engines which he told us a friend of his used to move special freight from Florida and California to Latin America. We were going to hitch a ride back to California with him, stopping in Mexico City on the way, but the whole trip would only take ten or twelve hours at the most. We took off around daybreak, flying west over the Everglades and soon enough were out over the Gulf. It was about that time that one of the two men flying the plane came back to where we were sitting and started to talk to Dr. Todd. He was a big man, around six feet tall with dark graying hair and piercing black eyes. It had been quite apparent from their lewd staring, that ever since we had arrived at the airport in Boca those two men had taken a special interest in us, but this one seemed just a little more lecherous. "So Therald," he began as if we weren't even there. "How much for the two girls." Dr. Todd looked up at him from the book he had been reading, "I don't know what you're talking about Tom. They're family. They're not for sale." "Therald," he replied sneering at him. "Everything is for sale. Even you're for sale, aren't you Therald? Just how much did Lou pay you to babysit these two little girls anyway? Or did you plan on taking it out in trade?" Dr. Todd just stared at him and then slowly replied, "I promised. I promised Lou that I'd take these two out to California. You know what'll happen if I cross Lou. He saved my life. These two kids are important to him." "Shit. They're important to me too," he coarsely laughed as he grabbed at his crotch. "Real important." The man then paused and leaned over so that he was only inches from Dr. Todd's ear. "Maybe I should tell Mr. Cifone about who was behind that jewel theft out on the island when we lost the casino. The family doesn't think much of thieves you know." Dr. Todd's face turned ashen and he started breath real heavy. "You son of a bitch," he finally growled. "You know damn well I paid my dues out there. That one who shot me and those other bastards left me for dead. I got off that island all by myself. They lost everything out there anyway and it wasn't my fault.". "Come on Therald," the man continued, still close to Dr. Todd's ear. "I didn't say you were going to be left out of this. There's something in this for all of us. I know this guy down in Argentina who would just love to get his hands on a set of twins like these two and besides, who would know. Lou is all washed up. He's headed out to Nassau this weekend and he's about to get his wings clipped. He'll either be retired or he'll be in a wooden box by Monday. Trust me on this one Therald." Dr. Todd turned and looked at the man, not saying a word for a long time. "Well," he whispered finally, "I don't want to have anything to do with it. You can drop me off when we land in Mexico City." The man stood up and laughed, "Mexico City! Shit man, we ain't going to Mexico City. We're headed to Columbia. It's all a done deal. These little girls are already sold." Ginny and I just stared at him and then at Dr. Todd. While it hadn't yet fully registered in either of our minds just what exactly had just happened, we both had a pretty good idea what it was going to mean to us. I tried to say something but didn't know how to begin to express the terror I was feeling and just managed to open and close my mouth while tears welled up in my eyes. Dr. Todd looked over at us and just shook his head and then looked away. Finally he stood up and turning to the other man said, "Tom, take it from one who knows. You have to know what you're doing to traffic in human beings. They're smart and will always try to get away. You better get some rope." "Don't need it," he replied as he pulled two pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket. "I've got these." In what seemed like not more than an instant both my and Ginny's wrists were handcuffed to the arms of the seats we were sitting in. Tears were running down Ginny's face and we both knew that there was nothing we could do. Dr. Todd went up front with the other man leaving the two of us alone and for the longest time we just sat there and cried, not saying a word to one another. Finally, Ginny turned to me and whispered , "Vicky. You know we are going to have to kill them before they kill us." I nodded in agreement and with that we each decided that somehow or other we were both going to get out of it together. We didn't talk at all for the rest of that plane trip. We just tightly held each other's hands, each of us knowing what the other was thinking. We had been sold and were now being taken to somewhere in Columbia down in South America, and it was pretty clear that we weren't going to be picking coffee beans when we got there. The droning of the plane's engines prevented any real conversation anyway and in spite of everything I know I dozed off a few times and so did Ginny. It was dark when we landed and I couldn't really see anything except that we were in the mountains somewhere. The plane taxied up to a building which looked like some kind of old warehouse building and stopped. Waiting next to the building was a small bus which drove out and stopped by the plane, arriving at the same time the man named Tom came back into the plane to get us. We were led down to the bus where we were joined by Dr. Todd and another man named Jean who was shorter with curly hair and kept blabbering about how pretty we were and what a good time they were going to have with us. The two men kept leering at us while the bus took us away from the plane and down a little mountain road a short way to a big lodge building which we went around behind. Dr. Todd wouldn't even look at us and once we arrived at the lodge it was the last time we ever saw him. The two men led us into the lodge and then down some stairs to the basement which consisted of several rows of jail cells all of which were empty. The whole place smelled of urine and vomit, neither of which seemed to bother the two men as the led us to last cell in the last row. The cell had two small cots, a sink and toilet and couldn't have been bigger than eight by ten feet. "Okay girls," the one named Tom said as he pushed the both of us into the cell. "Get in there and get those clothes off." I looked at Ginny and she was positively terrified. I guess I must have looked the same as we both backed up against the back wall of the cell. The man named Jean was standing off to the side grinning at us while the man named Tom stepped into the cell. "Girls," he began in a very stern voice. "We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. It's all up to you." He paused as we both stared at him and added quietly, "Let me assure you that you really don't want to piss me off." I looked at Ginny and slowly started to unbutton my blouse and she started to do the same. Deciding that it was first all too inevitable that we would be molested anyway, and second being pretty certain that the man named Tom was prepared to use physical force if we didn't do what he wanted us to do, I continued to remove my clothes until I was left standing in only my bra and panties. Looking over at Ginny I paused and watched her as she caught up with me. The man named Jean was breathing so heavily that I could hear him even though he was standing at least twenty feet away in the hallway beyond the cell. The two men seemed to be somehow entranced with watching us strip for them. I thought to myself that if I jumped the man named Tom, maybe at least Ginny could get out and get away. But then, of course, I realized how hopeless our situation really was since I had absolutely no idea even where we were much less how we might be able to get back home. Ginny was now in her underwear like I was and as she turned to look at me I could see tears welling up in her eyes. When the two of us had been raped just a couple of months before, she had definitely gotten the worst of it and now like a reoccurring nightmare she knew as well as I did that it was about to happen all over again. I tried to somehow give her at least an encouraging look but with the man named Tom now becoming impatient with our hesitation there wasn't much I could do. "Come on you two," he bellowed. "We haven't got all night here. Move it." He was undoubtedly stronger than I was and I knew I couldn't stop him from fucking me but I decided that there was no way I was going to allow him to take away my dignity. Knowing that I had better make the first move I turned with my back to him and as quick as I could, undid my bra and then stepped out of my panties. I think Ginny was a little surprised at what I had done but she took my lead and then did pretty much the same thing. Those bastards had the power to make us undress in front of them but they couldn't force us to satisfy their little erotic fantasies by forcing us to do a little strip show. I turned back around, my hands and arms covering myself as best I could and stared right at the man named Tom to make sure he got my message. He just stood there and then made a funny smile and said, "So, going to give me attitude, huh? All right then. All right. We can deal with that. Looks like the two of you have got a lot more padding than tits. Well we can deal with that too. Now just pick up those clothes and give them to me." We picked up our clothes and he took them from us. Ginny and I were pretty certain they were going to rape us then and there but to our surprise they just locked us in and went back up the stairs, the one named Jean still yakking about how pretty we were. Ginny and I just stood there wondering when they were coming back but after several minutes we picked the cleaner of the two cots and sat down there, crying and trying to console one another. While we definitely weren't virgins, neither Ginny or I were what one would call sexually experienced and we had no idea of what those men were going to do to us but we did have each other. I knew that if we resisted those pigs that they would probably just get that much more violent. I didn't really want to see Ginny get whipped or beaten again and wasn't too anxious to have it done to me either and so we sort of agreed that we would have to do whatever they had in mind in order to survive. After about an hour or so the men returned. However, when they came back they brought about a dozen other men with them and it was pretty obvious that they all had been drinking. "Aaaah, now you guys you're really gonna like these two," the man named Jean started. "I'm telling you. Aaaaah. They're aaaah, real beauties." "Shit Jean," one of the other men yelled. "Will you just shut the fuck up?" Then all the other men started to laugh and kept laughing until they arrived in front of our cell and saw us. "What the fuck," one of them said. "They are twins. What the hell." They all got kind of quiet after until the man named Tom worked his way past them and opened the door to the cell. A couple of them sort of eased their way into the cell along with him while he stepped over to us, motioning for us to stand up. I took Ginny's hand and we stood up together. Searching the faces of the men staring at us, I tried to find at least one of them who we might try to appeal to but not a single one of them seemed to be regarding us as much more than some kind of living sex toy. Verbalizing what I'm sure each of them must have been thinking, one of the men standing just inside the door remarked, "Oh now look at that. this one has a crack in it and this one has a hole in bottom down here. We're just gonna have to fill those somehow don't you think? Damn, I'm getting a hard on big enough to rip a hole in my pants here." He began to move toward us but the man named Tom put his arm up in front of him. "Wait a minute," he began quietly but emphatically enough that they all could hear him. "You guys don't understand. The real joy isn't really the sex. Shit. I can get better sex by beating myself off than I can with these little bitches. No. The real joy is the look on their faces you get when you fuck them. It's that funny look they get, that 'how is that big thing ever going to fit in me' look on their faces as they feel my rock hard cock sliding up into them." He paused and looked right at me. "But best of all is that look of profound, indescribable terror in their eyes when they feel their tight little insides fulling up with my jism. It's that 'this can't possibly be happening to me' look that they get deep, deep in their big pretty wide eyes. It just makes my day." Recalling what it had felt like when I had been raped two months before, I could feel my stomach twisting into a very small knot. Suddenly I felt very cold. "There it is," he almost shouted pointing at me. "There's that look. See that? See what I mean? That's the 'oh no I'm gonna get fucked by all these guys' look. See that in her eyes there? Hell. Don't worry honey. That little pussy you got there was just plain built for fucking." Putting his hand on my shoulder he pushed me down so that I was on my knees in front of him. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi erect penis right in front of my face. "You guys do what you want but I have a little score to settle with this one." He then began to poke the thing at my mouth. It tasted like a combination of urine and sweat and when I didn't immediately open my mouth he grabbed me by the hair and started pulling my face into his crotch. "Come on little bitch. Let's get with the program here. You know what I mean?" Each time he swiped my face across his crotch I could feel his organ gradually stiffening until I finally decided to open my mouth just a little. He seemed to notice at once and lifting me by the hair quietly warned, "You bite me bitch and you'll wish you were never alive." He then pushed his growing organ into my mouth until it went all the way to the back of my throat making me choke on the thing as he pulled my head forward and back holding me by my hair. He kept that up, forcing me to masturbate him with my mouth and each time I would gag he would laugh and do it again. Meanwhile the other men decided to attack Ginny. She had been pushed back on one of the cots and the man who had been threatening us earlier was now prepared to rape her. He had an extremely large erection and was maneuvering himself between her legs which were being wrenched apart by two of the other men. What they were doing was clearly uncomfortable but what she was more concerned about was the other man's erection which just seemed to get larger and larger. When he finally began to press it into her, her pleading began to turn into screams. "Its too big! Its too big! It hurts!" Of course they weren't concerned with that and as the man just continued to force himself into her, she just laid back on the cot and moaned. Right about then, the man named Tom pulled out of my mouth and turning me around pushed me down on the other cot. He didn't waste any time in finding my vaginal opening and I immediately could feel the wet tip of his penis probing me down there. Then with one sudden thrust he was in me. The effects of the gang rape I had been forced to experience earlier that summer hadn't really healed yet and his brutal attack just ripped open all those injuries once again. It felt like somebody had stabbed me with a knife down there and I screamed in terror thinking that he had somehow torn me wide open. Then, until my body provided enough natural lubrication to ease the inflammation, each of his strokes brought a whole new shock of torment which completely satiated my entire lower body. Once the pain began to dull to a general soreness, I was able to begin to concentrate on relaxing myself, blotting out that foreign presence which was forcing its way in and out of my body. I found myself counting the threads in the dirty sheet which covered the bed, anything to keep my mind off the horror which was happening to me, anything to help me maintain my sanity. Ginny was now quieter, and when I looked over at her there was another man in her with two or three others standing in a line behind him, their hands stroking their erections as they waited their turn at her. Just then the man named Tom who was still in me began to tense up, the rhythm of his pumping slowing down until he began making deep grunting noises as he came in me. I could actually feel each squirt of his male fluid against my cervix as he filled my vagina with his disgusting reproductive juices. Anyway, he was finally done. He slowly withdrew himself and while his semen sluggishly oozed out of the bottom of my body, I curled up at the foot of the cot. I could only think of how dirty I felt when one of the men who had been waiting his turn with Ginny became interested in me. "Hey Tom," he yelled. "You done with this one? Man, this is the sexiest pair of cunts I've seen in a long time." How either one of us could possibly have been even remotely sexually stimulating to those males was way beyond anything I could imagine. I felt and looked like not much more than a hundred pounds of human garbage and how that could appear attractive to him made no sense whatsoever. I didn't have the energy to fight with him and offered virtually no resistence as he crawled on top of my body and inserted his shaft into my still distended vagina. I was so tired and it hurt so much down there that I just couldn't wait for him to finally get done so that I could try to get myself back together again. Luckily it didn't take very long but he was soon followed by a third man and then a fourth. It seemed like the whole thing wasn't really happening, like it couldn't possibly be real. They kept raping us over and over, sticking their stiff swollen penises into Ginny and me and pumping their hips while we laid there screaming until each of them ended up gushing another load of their male excretion deep into our bodies. Why do men do that? How can they find such wanton pleasure in hurting another human being? I certainly found the whole experience anything but stimulating, it just hurt a lot and as each one finished his vulgar little diversion, I figured that the chances of one of them leaving me pregnant got that much greater. I honestly hurt down there so much that it made me feel like I was going to throw up. Then finally they were done and one by one each of them drifted away until Ginny and I were alone. She had already passed out by that time but at least it didn't look like she had been seriously injured by any of them. However, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't get the energy to get up and check on her. I could only just lay there on my cot and I spent the entire night crying and wondering what they were going to do to us next. What frightened me even more was my wondering just how long we would be able to survive their torture. The following morning some man I didn't recognize from the night before brought us a large bottle of water and some kind of breakfast cereal, cornflakes I think. I wasn't hungry and neither was Ginny so he just left it in our cell while he took us one at a time to a shower at the other end of the cell block. He took Ginny there first and then me and by the time he brought me back several of the other cells had girls in them as well. They were also naked and apparently like us had been abducted. More girls showed up throughout the day, one or two at a time, until there must have been around thirty or forty of us in that prison. Some were white, some black, some Hispanic, some were from the United States but most of them were from somewhere else. The girls who spoke what sounded like Russian or something seemed to make up the vast majority of them and they exhibited a rather wide variety of modesty if you know what I mean. In the cell next to ours there were two Russian girls who had been brought there from some small city near Moscow. They were sisters but not twins and could speak enough broken English that we could talk with them. Masha, who was in her early twenties, had been an exotic dancer who had gotten herself into some sort of trouble with the guy who was running the club she had been working in. She didn't say so but I'm pretty sure that it involved at least some amount of drugs and prostitution. The other girl's name was Irina and she was about eighteen or so. She had apparently been brutally gang raped before they had arrived and was pretty messed up. She mostly just sat in the corner of their cell and cried. I really felt sorry for her, like I didn't think she had a chance. That evening they brought us some more of their food which neither of us ate although I did drink some of the water. Right after that, both of the men named Tom and Jean showed up with a third man they simply called "Doctor." His name was Doctor von Vershuer. I never did learn his full name but we came to know him far better than we ever wanted or wished for. They were talking to him as they came into the chamber. "You can get these Europeans now from Latvia and the Ukraine. I mean you could always get Africans, Hispanics and Asians but these are real live white girls. You know. When those guys come down from the States they want the girl next door only they want her in a very special way if you know what I'm saying." Stopping in front of our cell, Jean pointed at me adding, "But what we got here is the real thing Doc. Just what you've been looking for. A pair of American girls next door." "She's beautiful," the Doctor exclaimed as he walked up to the cell. Then noticing Ginny he added with surprise, "And there's two of them. Where do you guys find these? They're perfect." They opened the door to our cell and the three of them came in. Since the two men had called him a doctor I figured that he was there to give us some sort of physical exam and so when he started poking and prodding at us it didn't seem at all strange. "They have awfully nice teeth," he remarked after looking in our mouths. "Somebody took real good care of these two. Are you sure nobody's out searching for them. You know I don't need somebody showing up at my door." The man named Tom sort of shuffled and then responded, "Come on Doc. I can assure you that nobody's looking for these two and nobody has to even know that you got them." The Doctor laughed, "Well, too many probably know about this already." This seemed to make both of the other men very uncomfortable. After an awkward pause The one named Tom blurted out, "Look Doc. Either we can sell them to you or just take them to the auction. I mean we're giving you first dibs here but we expect to be paid for all our troubles." He smiled again. Not a friendly smile but with a truly frightening smile, "Boys. Boys. You know your asking price is no problem. I'll get the money to you by morning." "That's okay Doc," the one named Tom assured him. "Your credit is good with us. So it's a deal then?" "Yes boys," the Doctor answered. "It's a deal." Just like that we were sold. I never did find out what the asking price for us was, but soon after they left over two dozen other men showed up to participate in the auction. One by one the other girls were paraded around the cell block and various men bid on them with prices varying from five to sixteen thousand dollars depending on how healthy and how sexy they looked. Finally, once they were all sold, the men went back upstairs and we were alone. All that night the cell block was filled with the sobbing and crying of women who had abandoned hope. Of course from time to time during the night, men would appear and take with them one or more of the women they had paid for at the auction so that by morning about half of us were already gone. Two men we hadn't seen before came to our cell to pick us up early the next morning. They gave Ginny and I each a white robe, something somewhere between a bathrobe and a hospital robe, and some sandals and led us out of the cell block. We were then taken up the stairs and outside where we were put on the bus which had brought us to that place the night before. We were both handcuffed to our seats and the men left us there alone. Under any other circumstances the place we were in would be considered beautiful. The sun was just rising over the tall mountains which surrounded the lush green tropical valley we were in. The building we had spent the night in was some sort of casino resort looking more like a Club Med than the horrifying rape and torture chamber we had experienced. In a few minutes we were joined by Masha and Irina from the cell next to ours and the four of us were taken down a small road to the airport on the other side of one of the hills to the airplane which was waiting for us. Like before, it was an older propellor plane except that this one was somewhat larger and had four engines instead of two. We were all put in and handcuffed to airline seats located near the front of the plane, the remainder of which was filled with crates and boxes, and left there for the trip. Ginny was feeling a little better and I at least didn't feel as much like I was going to throw up anymore. However Masha had her hands full with Irina who was still pretty much out of it. Masha figured that along with everything else she had overdosed on something before they left Russia and would come around eventually, but until then she would be a pretty sick girl. Masha wasn't too sure who had bought the two of them but she did know that they had both been bought by the same person. She also had overheard the men who had put us on the plane say that we were all going to somewhere in Argentina but she didn't know exactly where. Since I hadn't really slept in several days and was more than exhausted from the activity the day before, I fell fast asleep to the droning of the airplane's engines and when I woke up again it was evening. Ginny had saved some of the food they had given the girls during the day and so I actually had something to eat which really helped me feel considerably better in spite of the anxiety I shared with the other girls over what was going to become of us once we arrived at our destination. The moon was out and we could see that we were flying over some really tall snow covered mountains and then we began to drop really fast, approaching the glow of the lights of a city in the hills beyond. The plane touched down and we taxied for a while over to a corner of the airport which contained several rows of hangar buildings. There was writing on some of the buildings and from that we determined that we had landed in Mendoza, a small city in the Andes Mountains in western Argentina. The pilots immediately got off the plane, leaving us there alone for several minutes before returning with an Argentine customs agent. He was tall and thin with a small moustache and dark hair and was wearing a dark uniform. At first I thought that it was odd that he didn't seem at all concerned with the contents of the boxes on the plane but was very interested in us. But when he indicated to the pilots that he liked Masha "because she had the biggest boobs," it all became clear to me how we were going to get through customs without any visa, passports, or inspection of the plane's contents. One of the pilots undid her handcuffs and the customs agent took her back into the cargo area of the plane where we could hear him raping her. It didn't take him very long before he finally came and brought Masha back to her seat. She was all right, I suppose she knew what to do and how to do it without getting hurt or anything, but I know the whole event was pretty humiliating for her. The customs agent then thanked the pilots and left the plane after which they undid all of us and led us all out of the plane as well. It was extremely cold outside, below freezing and there were piles of snow everywhere. It suddenly occurred to me that it was winter in the southern hemisphere this far up in the mountains but I still couldn't reconcile myself to the fact that it was August and right at that time it was in the nineties back home in Florida. We were taken into the closest building which turned out to be a warehouse of some sort and led through it a sparsely furnished interior office. At least I figured that we were lucky that the office was heated because the four of us girls were locked in it and left by ourselves for the rest of the night..That evening in the quiet of that office the three of us were able to help Irina come to grips with her situation. She stopped crying and even had a little to eat. Helping her also assisted the rest of us adjust to the reality of our own situations. Masha was really helpful when it came to trying to figure out why the men acted the way they did and we did a lot of talking about how to deal with ourselves as best we could in order to avoid injury when they decided to rape us. We all slept that night but toward morning we were awakened by a group of eight men who showed up at the warehouse. We had no idea who they were and I don't think they knew we were in the office but I think they knew that it was much warmer in there than out in the unheated warehouse. Thinking that the door had only somehow become accidently locked, they continued working at it until finally it flew open. The four of us huddled together in the opposite corner of the room, I suppose hoping that they would just leave us alone but of course that was not to be. The men who had been talking and shouting as they were working on the door now very silently filed into the room, each of them staring at us four girls until the last two came in. These two tried talking to us and even though Ginny and I knew a little Spanish we couldn't figure out what they were saying. Finally one of the other men came over to Masha and before she realized what he was doing he reached down and pulled her robe off. He was immediately joined by the others and moments later we were all naked and fighting off these men each of whom must have somehow sprouted a dozen hands each. I guess maybe because she was more run down and not as well prepared as the rest of us, they managed to get to Irina first. She started screaming which attracted the attention of the other men and soon she became the center of attention for everyone in the room. The man who was behind her, pushed Irina face down on an old desk which had been left in the office and dropping his pants, began to rape her right there. Irina screeched as he penetrated her and then all you could see was his naked ass cheeks clenching and releasing while he forced himself into her. She started making really strange grunting sounds in time with what he was doing to her and all the men sort of became entranced with watching her. The fact that in her terror she really sounded like a little dog barking made everything going on in that room just that much more surreal. That was when I noticed that the door was open and so I took Ginny by the wrist and began to make a run for it. We got to the door but one of the men saw us. He reached out and managed to grab her other arm, not enough to hold her but enough to cause her to lose her balance and she tripped and then fell. Looking up at me she screamed, "Run Vicky! Get help!" I ran out of the office, Ginny successfully blocking the men from coming after me, through the open warehouse area and out the first door I saw into the cold. Once I got outside I had to figure out where I was and where I should go to get help. The door I came out of was not the door we came in from and I was surrounded by what looked like several large warehouse buildings. I was next to a concrete wall beyond which I could hear car and truck traffic and finding a small opening in the wall could see a busy highway just on the other side. There being no way to contact the people on the highway and hearing the men behind me I continued to run along the wall hoping I would come to a gate or opening or something. Unfortunately I ended up running into a dead end. Stopping and turning around, there was nothing I could do but watch the four men who were chasing me knowing that it was just a matter of time before they had me. It was cold, like really cold and since I was still naked, I was only that much colder and began to uncontrollably shiver. My nipples were standing straight out, something that, as the men arrived around me, they noticed immediately. Perhaps that was why they didn't waste any time in beginning to rape me. The leader of the group pushed me down on my back in the snow. The cold of the wet snow on my back side came as such a shock that I literally lost my breath and I just couldn't move fast enough to get away from him. Meanwhile, he had pulled out an already stiff erection through the front of the coat he was wearing and knelt down in front of me. He took his penis which but momentarily hovered above my spread open crotch and aggressively guided it up into my vagina, the cold snow burning at my exposed skin as he laid himself down on me. Strangely enough it actually felt good to have his warm body rubbing against mine as he worked up a sweat from violating my private being. That warmth only lasted until he quickly came, expelling his warm fluids into my vagina. However, his cum immediately chilled and congealed along the inside of my thighs as it leaked out of my rent open sex cavity once he had withdrawn himself from me. This same routine was repeated over and over again until all four of them finally satisfied their raw animal drives. They weren't particularly creative and I suppose it was lucky for me that they all came relatively quickly while I laid there in the freezing snow trying to stay away from their bad breath and letting them stick their tongues into my mouth. I thought about what that one man named Tom had said to me mockingly that "my little pussy was just plain built for fucking" while I did what I could to survive their attacks. More than anything else, it all seemed so unbelievably bizarre that on the other side of that wall people on that highway were living normal lives while I was being violently raped in the snow by a gang of sex crazed degenerates not more than fifty feet away. After the fourth one was through I was then led back to the warehouse and put back into the office, my whole backside burning from being pressed into the snow for what seemed like a long, long time. The men who had been there before had already left and one of the pilots from the plane was there with food and water for us. He talked with the men who had raped me for a while, not appearing angry with them for what they had done but more like they were old friends and then he left with them after locking us back in the room. I cleaned myself up as best I could in the small bathroom which was adjacent to the office. The other girls had all gone through pretty much the same thing and all of us, except for Irina, had made it though our ordeals in one piece although we were all pretty tired. Irina just sat in the corner with an eerie vacuous look in her eyes, not responding to anything we would say to her. Ginny and I helped her eat a little and finally we all fell asleep. I woke up with a start when Irina began to scream. Looking over at her I could see that she had somehow gotten a hold of a piece of broken glass and had slit both of her wrists wide open so that blood was literally streaming from her arms. She was still conscious when I got to her but there was nothing I could do except lay her head on my lap and cry with her as the life slowly drained out of her battered body. Masha ran into the little bathroom but by the time she got back with some paper towels which we could have used to at least slow the flow blood, Irina was already gone. We just sat there with her, not talking, not doing anything, until after about an hour or so the pilot returned with the doctor who had bought us. Irina's body had by that time grown quite cold and it was pretty obvious that she was dead. The pilot was enraged, not because she was dead but because he had lost the money she was worth, and he took her body out somewhere to get rid of it. If anything else hadn't done it yet, hear death brought the whole thing home to us that we weren't worth much of anything to those men except as sexual recreational toys. The Doctor gave Ginny and me some sweats to wear, telling us only that it was going to be cold where we were going and he didn't want us getting sick, and then he handcuffed us and took us with him outside to his small single engine plane. The inside of the plane which was small had been made even smaller by some strange looking pieces of mechanical equipment which he had already lashed in place. We were put in our seats and he carefully hooked our handcuffs to clips on the ceiling of the plane and then put our seatbelts on before fiddling with the engine and then getting in the plane himself. We took off and flew out over the city toward the mountains. He didn't say a word to us and we couldn't really talk anyway since the interior of that small plane was so noisy that you couldn't hear anything over the roar of the engine. We went up into a maze of mountain passes, flying very close to the mountains themselves until at one point he simply cut the engine. I thought something was wrong until I could see down below us a clearing in a small valley where he was preparing to land the plane. We came in at a very steep angle but he seemed to know what he was doing and we landed without any trouble and then he taxied up to a large alpine lodge looking building stopping in front of a hangar looking building attached to it. From there we were taken to a small bedroom chamber which was to be our home for the next several months. The one thing that we were certain of, and after the past couple of days were even somewhat ready for, that he would want to have regular and frequent sex with us, was the one thing that didn't do to us. What did happen could only be described as insanely bizarre. Following all the things which had happened to the two of us over the past few days, the room we were given by the doctor was a real change. It was like a hotel room with two twin beds and a full bath. The bathroom had a big bathtub and someone had stocked it with all sorts of shampoo and little guest soaps with thick towels but the closets were empty. Actually that was the way the whole place was. Some things were like a luxury resort while others were more like the Spanish Inquisition and honestly none of it seemed to make any sense. The next morning The Doctor brought us some breakfast which consisted of some kind of hot cereal, two pieces of toasted wheat bread and a large cup of hot cocoa. Since neither Ginny or I hadn't eaten anything for a long time we devoured all of it and probably could have had at least that much again. He didn't return for several hours after that and when he did he brought along his assistant who he introduced as Jerome. Jerome was a young guy, probably in his early twenties, and really big like maybe six foot six or so. He was also a bit retarded and the doctor had programmed him to obey everything he was told.. We were ordered to never talk to Jerome and then the doctor made it clear to him that he was never to talk to us. You could see from the fear in Jerome's eyes that the doctor was no stranger to discipline and whatever power he held over poor Jerome, it was plenty adequate to keep him in control. Of course the doctor wasn't just interested in us meeting his assistant. What he was truly interested in was in getting a blood sample from each of us. It was a ritual which would be repeated almost every day we were there. I'm not sure what he did with all of those blood samples but he certainly withdrew enough of it. Aside from the blood tests we were left pretty much alone for the first couple of weeks. Jerome would come by and give us our meals but just like he was told, he never talked to us. We didn't try talking to him either since neither of us wanted to get him into trouble and he seemed like the only nice person in that whole place. The doctor, however, talked to us whenever he showed up for samples and he told us plenty enough anyway even though it didn't seem to make any sense. Generally he would rant at us about some sort of coming world conflict and the establishment of a new world order. We at first didn't know what to think about what he was telling us but eventually it became clear to us that he was actually serious. What was really serious was just what part of his crazy plans we were included in. After we had been there about three weeks he finally told us just what he had in store for us. He had been waiting for us to have our periods, something both Ginny and were thankful for following our recent rapes, and for the results of the blood tests to come back. We were both in good health and free of any sexually transmitted diseases. "I'm not running any sort of Unit 731 here," he started, "But we are going to do some research. Primarily I'm interested in finding a way to keep those damn African sexual diseases from completely destroying the white race. Having you, a pair of identical twins, is just the perfect thing I needed to test some of the ideas I've been working on." Then he left us to try to figure out what he meant. The next morning we found out. The doctor showed up early that morning and took the two of us to a large windowless room at the end of the hall where he had set up a laboratory to conduct his experiments. It wasn't a real laboratory but more like some kind of torture chamber. It contained a refrigerator, sink and a long stainless steel work counter, but the most unusual thing it contained was two examination tables sitting in the middle of the room under a set of chains attached to winches in the ceiling. Any mystery about those examination tables was quickly put to rest when he told us to strip and to get up on the tables. He wasn't very pleased with our hesitation and telling us that he would not tolerate any insubordination from us, made it pretty clear that we shouldn't even attempt to disrupt his work. He then "helped" us out of our sweat suits and placed the both of us on the tables, securing our wrists through handcuff rings attached to the sides of the table. Our ankles were put in similar rings to the chains which were hanging from the ceiling and drawn up in the air so that we were both held immobilized in a rather immodest position. I couldn't move but soon figured out that there really wasn't any point in struggling anyway. There wasn't anyplace to go and somehow I knew that I would end up just getting hurt if I did. So I just laid there, trying to relax as best I could, waiting for whatever he had planned for us. He gave us a quick pelvic exam and then the doctor turned to the counter where he began pulling medical looking things out of the cabinets in order to work with them. It was pretty obvious that he was preparing something for us and so when he started talking to us about what he was doing, we both listened attentively. "You girls know about STDs don't you?" He began. "Sexually transmitted disease is the scourge of our times. It seems like whenever our best soldiers have a healthy need to fulfill their sexual drive they find themselves getting infected from some girl who can't seem to keep herself clean. You know you can't call it recreational sex when you require it like these healthy young men do, it is simply necessary to their physical and mental development as males of the race. But just one time with one of those dirty whores and bam, they contract a disease which disables or even kills them." I don't know if I was more frightened by what he was saying or what he did next when he turned around producing a very large needle. Approaching me first, he wasted no time in sticking the thing into my exposed butt cheek, quickly emptying the contents into my body. "We start by injecting you girls with this tracer isotope which will show up in your vaginal excretions and then we'll see how well you can infect our test subjects. Now one of you is going to test this stuff I've been working on and the other is going to be my control subject." He did the same to Ginny and then turning back to the counter continued to work. Eventually he began to talk to us again. "Do you know what STDs really are? They are something that the enemies of the Aryan race invented to get rid of us all. You know, the Jews, the Africans, the Slavs, they are all enemies of the white race. Well what we're making here is a special coating which will create a physical vaginal barrier or artificial layer against the transmission of those STDs." He paused and turned around to look at us. I tried to appear sincere but he must have seen right away that I thought he was crazy. "So you don't think so huh? All right then. It's no matter. The boys will be here in a few minutes and we'll just try this stuff out." He turned around again and went back to mixing up some sort of gooey substance until a buzzer sounded when he put every thing down and left the room. Ginny and I looked at each other but there was really nothing we could do except be there for one another in spite of whatever was going to happen to us. Very soon the doctor came back into the room with two other men. They were older than we were, maybe about forty or so, and of course became immediately interested in us. The doctor meanwhile walked back over to his work counter and went back to his preparations. "Okay girls," he began after a short pause. "We'll now see how well you can infect Bill and Rocky here." Then turning to the two men he ordered the two men who by this time were literally staring at us with their mouths open, "Okay you two. Get your clothes off and get ready." While they took off their clothes he returned to the counter and started to pour the goo he had been working on into two large metal injector things. "This stuff is a protein based hydrogel substance that I had a chemist friend of mine make up for me. It's a bit like that sodium polyacrylate gel they use in diapers and sanitary pads. The idea is to inject into the vagina and allow it to absorb all the moisture in there, locking up any potentially dangerous body fluids and keeping them from making contact with the male's penis. Now since this would tend to dry out the vagina, we suspend the stuff in a slippery adhesive base which sticks to the vaginal walls while providing a measure of lubrication for the penis. Pretty cool, huh?" Stepping first to my table, he hit a switch which activated the chain winches in the ceiling, pulling my legs straight up in the air until my rear was entirely off the table and so that my vaginal opening was pointing straight up. He then took the big injector thing and sticking the nozzle into my vaginal opening and began to empty its entire sticky jelly like contents into me. The stuff was cold and really slimy and he kept pumping it into me until I could feel it stretching out my vagina and I thought that I could see my tummy beginning to bulge about the time that the excess began to ooze out around the nozzle's end when he finally stopped. I really didn't have time to worry about just what the stuff was doing to me or just how far into my sexual organs it was being pumped because he immediately let me back down and then motioned to the man named Rocky that I was ready. He then moved on to Ginny. The man named Rocky was now completely naked and had already developed a sizeable erection from watching what the doctor had been doing to us, and probably also from my obvious discomfort and humiliation, and he was clearly ready to rape me. Quickly stepping over to the table I was on he positioned himself between my spread open legs. The table was just about the right height so that his penis was immediately poking at my pussy, now soaked by and oozing the gel stuff which the doctor had filled me with. He slowly pressed his penis through the slippery lips of my pussy forcing more and more of himself inside me, the excess gel stuff leaking out around his shaft, until I was holding its entire length. Actually, with all the lubrication down there, it felt like more of a sensation of pressure than anything else and he immediately began to stroke himself in and out of me, the goop making loud sucking sounds as his pace picked up in intensity. Not very long after that I could hear the same sounds coming from Ginny and I knew that the same thing was being done to her. "Now take it easy boys," the doctor said as he observed this perverted spectacle. "I want the both of you to spend the same amount of time in there. At least five minutes if you can hold out that long. And take nice deep, slow, regular strokes so as to maximize your genital contact." That was when the whole experience began to get real insane. It actually began to feel good and I started to get a little turned on. To be honest, I started to get a whole lot turned on and it made me feel angry that those men could do that to me but at the same time my body was helplessly responding to Rocky's constant rhythmical stimulus with my pussy loudly slurping on his penis down there as he slowly and rhythmically stroked it in and out of my vagina. Although I tried as hard as I could to hide the raging animal fire which was rapidly spreading throughout my body I'm certain the doctor noticed what was happening to both Ginny and me. He just quietly sat by his bench observing the four of us and making notes. Rocky was too self absorbed in the pleasure he was deriving from raping me to notice much of anything and turning to the other man, Bill, sort of groaned, "Oh man. This is so cool. She's squeezing me so tight I can feel her little heart beating a hundred miles an hour in there." Then tuning back to me he added, "I don't know why you're breathin' so hard sweetheart. I'm doin' all the work here." I kept trying to think about something else besides what Rocky was doing. Anything to keep my mind off of what was happening. I hated him for all the things that he was doing to me but it just wasn't enough. In spite of everything, my body was betraying me. Looking over at Ginny I could see that she was crying and instinctively I knew she was caught in the same dilemma. Actually she was already having an orgasm which was probably what triggered Bill to come first. "Oh man," Bill groaned, his face twisting up as if he were in pain. His hips had stopped their regular movement and now were sort of twitching as he pulled himself tightly against her and his arms which he had crossed above his head were now fully extended above him as he cried out "Goooooooaal!" Right about then Rocky's pace suddenly increased and his head rolled back as he first blankly stared up at the ceiling and then tightly closed his eyes. He began to make long, slow strokes in and out of me, tightly closing eyes his eyes and then he just stopped, plunging his penis deep into my vagina and holding it there as he deliberately emptied himself into my body. The doctor was visibly pleased with their performance and as the two men withdrew from us he right away began to examine their genitals in order to take samples of the residue still clinging to their slowly shrinking sex organs. He also drew blood from each of them, telling them that he needed to see if any of the isotope we were earlier injected with managed to find its way through the gel barrier into their systems. The men were then permitted to leave and so they got dressed and left, of course, not before making several crude comments about our still being chained between the ceiling and the tables while the doctor's and their own personal fluids seeped out of our bodies. We never did find out which of us had the real stuff or even what the results of the test were since the doctor had dreamt up a new and even more grotesque purpose for us. While he was cleaning the residue of his little experiment off of and out of us he began to ramble on about something that at first made no particular sense but soon enough it became apparent what his plans were and how we were going to fit into them. The doctor had a friend who had been doing some work on nutrition. Well, to make a long story short, it really had been some bizarre study on using mother's milk as a nutritional supplement. Anyway, it seemed that the doctor's friend had died in some kind fire and much of what he had been doing had become lost until quite recently when some of his notes and equipment which had been salvaged from the burned building ended up at that casino we had been taken to in Columbia. That was why the doctor had originally traveled up there but then he ended up buying us. He did, however, also buy the stuff from the fire and it was shipped here to his laboratory and he expected it to arrive within the next few days. The equipment was only a part of what he was interested in. The thing which seemed to most engage him was the idea of artificially induced lactation and the production of colostrum. "In the first 48 hours after birth," he began, "a mother produces a very special, pre-milk breast fluid called colostrum. It contains numerous substances which protect the infant from infections and other diseases, and stimulates growth and over fifty different health supportive processes, some of which last a life time. These powerful factors have been shown to be beneficial also to people of all ages." "One of the most important ingredients in colostrum is the immune globulin, IgF-1 which stimulates healing, muscle growth, and the production of immune cells, helps stabilize sugar levels, similar to insulin function, and increases the burning of fat. As we age we produce less immune and growth factors that are needed to heal tissue damage and to fight disease. Colostrum can provide many of these important factors and in addition regenerate muscle, nerve, bone and cartilage, and help to increase the anabolic process of protein synthesis, build lean muscle tissue, and burn fat for energy." He was quite excited as he talked about these things and saw human colostrum as some sort of magic drug which was going to make the soldiers of his Aryan army invincible. What he apparently wanted to do was to eventually synthesize the stuff but in the mean time he had to find another source. That was where we came in. "You two have four tits between you, perfectly capable of producing enough colostrum for me to work on. All we need to figure out is how to get it out of those little things and that is what I think is in the stuff I bought in Columbia." We were returned to the apartment and waited for four days without see or hearing from him. Our diet changed on the second day to a kind of stew which we were pretty certain was laced with something but Jerome told us that it was what he was eating so we ended up eating it too. There was nothing we could have done about it anyway. On the fourth day the doctor returned and we resumed our daily physical examination and blood sampling routine but this time it was accompanied by a daily injection. He told us it was just a dietary supplement but getting vitamin shots didn't sound right to neither one of us and after about a week we began to notice that our breasts were becoming rather tender and noticeably larger in size. He of course noticed it too during our daily examinations and it was then that we learned what he doing to us. "You see girls," he explained as he finished examining me that day, "after the birth of a child a mother's breast begins to produce milk, a natural process designed to provide complete nourishment for a baby for several months after its birth. Now of course neither of you is going to have a child, I'm making sure that doesn't happen, but that leaves the problem of how do we get you to start producing milk out of those little tits of yours." "My friend in the Bahamas, the one I got the equipment from, used large doses of certain synthetic hormones, based off of oxytocin and prolactin to stimulate the breast into production. But from what I remember, and have seen of what remains of his research, this kind of procedure only worked for a short time before the mammary glands just sort of burnt out from the chemical stimulation. What I've been working on is something much more gradual, effective, and less destructive to the mammary glands. Do you want to see?" He stared at us, I suppose waiting for an answer but we were both too afraid to say anything so finally he just said, "Okay. We'll just find out when we get to the lab." Then pointing at Ginny he said commanded, "You're first. Leave your cloths here and come with me." She left her sweat suit on the bed and followed him out. I just sat there naked on my bed, not knowing what to do or what I was supposed to do until after what must have been a couple of hours, they returned. Ginny had been crying but she didn't look physically hurt in any way. She also didn't look up at me when she came in and I correctly figured that to be a bad sign. Instead, she went right to her bed and once she sat down, she slowly looked up and stared at me and then just started to cry again. The doctor who was standing at the door didn't say anything but simply motioned for me to go with him and so I did. He led me to his lab which had changed somewhat since the last time we had been there. In place of the two tables was a single different looking but larger steel table. "Like I told your sister, it's from the Bahamas," the doctor said as he led me over to it. "It was a new one which hadn't been installed as yet before the fire along with this other equipment here." On a small cart next to the counter was an assortment of small strange looking mechanical things all connected together by a web of wires and hoses. "Get up on the table," he ordered as he continued on over to the counter and so I climbed up on it, sitting on its edge while I watched him prepare another of his giant hypodermic needles. The table wasn't one solid piece but had been made of separate plates which were connected together. There were two large round holes in the middle and straps on the corners and just as I realized what they were all for, the doctor turned around and slowly walked over to me. "You're supposed to be laying down on it. Lay down on your tummy so your tits go through those two holes." I turned and did as he ordered and he then secured the straps to my wrists and ankles so that I was pretty much immobile on the table top. While he was strapping me down working he continued. "It's actually designed for more than we will be using it for, at least for now. The idea is to get you in a position where it's easier to extract your milk and keep everything clean." After finishing with securing me he picked up the needle and returned with it to the table. Without pausing, he stuck it into my rear and emptied its contents. I remember him pulling the needle out and walking back to the counter when I suddenly felt really faint. It was very strange because I sort of felt like I was flipping over head first and then everything just sort of went blank. When I came to again the doctor was not in the room and I had no idea how much time had gone by. My breasts felt sort of warm and very sore like somebody had been punching them or something. I also became suddenly nauseous and just as my head finally started to clear, I threw up everything I had eaten in the past several days. I guess that was one of the reasons I had been placed on my stomach, so that I wouldn't choke on my vomit, but anyway once I did that I did start to feel somewhat better. After a few minutes, the doctor returned and didn't seem at all surprised at what I had done. Instead he patiently took a hose out from under the sink and hosed the stuff down into a drain underneath the table as if it was all routine. After he finished with cleaning up, he pulled the cart with the mechanical equipment closer to my table and began working with it, eventually starting it up. I don't know why, but it didn't connect with me right away what that thing was for until he took two cup objects connected to small hoses in his hands and crouched under the table I was on. These cups were making alternating suctions sounds and he applied both of them to my nipples. My breasts were already pretty sensitive from the chemicals he had given me but when those suction cups clenched onto them it felt like my whole chest was suddenly on fire and I began to scream. No, actually I just sort of went wild. It felt like that machine was sucking my insides right out, right through my nipples, and I tried with all my might to get my hands loose so I could rip those monstrous things off of me. Of course, I was no match for the straps or the steel table and after a while I just gave up. I could see the fluid which he was extracting from me as it flowed into a glass container attached to the suction machine. It was a sort of thick pale yellow liquid which the doctor identified as pure colostrum. He seemed pleased with what I was producing and began to ramble on about how much it was going aid his nutritional studies for his army. He also mentioned that my production was better than Ginny's probably due to the fact that my injections were considerably "hotter" than hers. Like I said, all I knew was that it made my breasts feel like they were being squeezed and torn right off my chest. This went on for at least an hour or so until the machine wasn't able to extract any more out of me and he finally turned the thing off. My chest felt all tingly but at least it didn't hurt anymore and I actually began to feel hungry again. I was also incredibly thirsty, something which he must have known because as soon as he undid my straps and told me to sit up he gave me a bottle of Evian to drink. Unfortunately, this wasn't a one time event but was repeated on a daily basis. Ginny and I would take turns every morning in going to the table and having the machine pump us dry before being returned to our room. We were also given daily injections of his hormone potion as he continued to change its contents in a search for the right dosages. It seemed that Ginny was the control and that I was receiving the trial formulas since some days were a lot more strenuous than others and unlike her, my yield tended to vary from one day to the next until after a few weeks I was producing almost twice as much as she was. Actually I was sort of becoming accustomed to the routine until very early one morning after about a month or so, the doctor had apparently been out most of the night drinking with some of his associates and decided to do us before turning in. As usual, he did Ginny first and then me. The only thing was, once he got me on the table and hooked up to his machine it was apparent that he had something else in mind. He often would talk to, or more like at us, while we were hooked up to his machine. Usually these conversations dealt with his many phobias concerning a pending world wide conflagration and the attempted destruction of his Aryan race. But this morning he began to talk about something called vaginismus. "Vaginismus is a mental and physical reaction of women, marked by a strong tightening of the muscles in the pelvic area and the vagina. It is caused by fear of a painful entry before intercourse or a pelvic examination and is really a quite normal response if painful genital conditions exist or if forcible or premature intercourse is expected." He paused and looked at me in a very strange way and then continued, "Something I've been working on for some time has involved experiments in increased female sex drive. The idea is to find ways of creating out of the general female population of a recently subdued area, cooperative submissives for use as brothel slaves for prospective Aryan soldiers when they need to relieve their normal sexual drives." He had by that time walked over to the counter and pulled a couple of strange looking things out of one of the drawers. "I've been trying to develop some sort of an electrical/mechanical orgasm machine to increase vaginal muscle tone including electrical toning methods and methods of artificially triggering an orgasmic response but I haven't yet got it to the test stage." Holding the things in his hands he stood there silently staring at me for a long, long time. I was too afraid to say or do anything and so just stayed as quiet as I could until he put the things he was holding in his hands back in the drawer and walked back over to me. Reaching down on the side of the table he hit a switch which caused the thing to come alive. At first I could feel the vibration of electrical motors beneath me and then the bottom half of the table began to open up, spreading my legs far apart. Just about when I figured I wouldn't be able to take them stretching me much further the motors stopped and I was laying there spread eagled in front of him. It wasn't much of a mystery to deduce what he was thinking of next. I guess that since he was a doctor he knew just what to touch down there and just how much and what to do with it. He began with a soft massage of my pussy before gradually working his way into my crack where he concentrated on my vaginal opening and my swelling clitoris. He fully knew what he was doing to me and there was no way I could hide it from him as my body gradually became turned on by his attention. He didn't say a word but kept playing with me, running his fingers through my crack, first really gently massaging my clitoris and then he would drive a finger up into me and pull it out again just to go back to rubbing it around inside my vaginal lips. It was driving me crazy and I soon started to feel myself getting really, really hot. It was getting all wet down there and I hated myself for getting turned on but I just couldn't help it. I didn't want him. I don't even know what I wanted. One of the side effects of the hormone treatment we were on was that it stopped our cycles, keeping us from the even possibility of becoming pregnant and knowing that didn't help either. I just wanted that wanton fire that was burning inside me to somehow become satisfied and when he finally pulled his finger out and began to undress I was somehow anxious to have him in me. "You don't know how much I've wanted to do this," he explained as he took his shirt and pants off, neatly folding them on the counter. "I hope you won't disappoint me." He was entirely naked as he walked back over to the table I was on. He wasn't completely unattractive and had a very large erection which he held in his hand to keep it from wildly swinging around in front of him. Finally, when he placed himself between my legs and when his penis touched me down there it was like an electric shock went right up my back. He slowly pressed against my opening and I could feel his penis carefully but firmly push its way into my waiting vagina as he exhaled a soft, "Ahhhh." Soon enough I was holding all of him in me and then he slowly and gently began to stroke his member in and out. The pumping of my breasts had by this time reduced any soreness in my chest and the sensation of the cups tugging at my nipples while he was slowly fucking me was beginning to drive me crazy. It seemed like he was aware of everything going on inside my body as he carefully monitored my animal reactions to his continued stimulation, until I was aroused to a level I never knew was possible. At that moment I no longer cared about where I was or what I was, my entire being somehow became completely focused on that length of raw flesh he was torturing me with between my spread open legs. Then, just when I didn't think I could stand it anymore, he let me come. It developed like an explosion buried deep in my abdomen as my entire body sort of went into a seizure. I screamed from both surprise and the profound sensation of having every muscle in my body both tense and relax at the same time. While I was still securely bound to it, I felt like I was floating above that table and just as I realized that the doctor was now pounding himself into me I could feel the whole thing coming back again. He tensed and the unmistakable twitching of his penis confirmed that he was coming inside me and the knowledge of that was enough to trigger my second orgasm. It came over me like a giant wave. Squeezing him with everything I had, I began to tremble as I lost control of myself, becoming absorbed in yet another overwhelming surge of exquisite stimulation. He felt me come and began to groan as he started stroking himself in and out of me again. His penis had softened somewhat but was still rigid enough to stay in me and he continued to pump it in and out of my slippery cum bathed genitals causing me to have two more orgasms before he finally withdrew it from me. I felt both incredibly relaxed and was at the same time shivering, every nerve in my body tingling from the ordeal of being taken there on that table. I was both ashamed and humiliated from being raped but somehow I felt incredibly fulfilled. The doctor put his clothes back on and then taking a small towel carefully and gently cleaned me off down there before turning off the milking device and putting it away. He then unstrapped me from the table and led me back to our room. He didn't talk to me at all but I knew that somehow that event had changed our lives in that place and from then on we were no longer subjected to the daily milking. We were no longer treated like some sort of animals but not really like guests either. We still had our daily exams and blood tests but were pretty much left alone. He didn't have sex with me or Ginny after that either and after a couple of months we began to wonder what was going to happen to us. Without the hormone treatments our regular cycles returned and our bodies sort of went back to the way we had been before. That was when we found out about Dieter. Our lives had returned to being at least somewhat normal once the doctor had ceased his experiments on us. It took my twin sister, Virginia, a little longer to recover from the forced lactation we had been subjected to but eventually the swelling in her chest subsided and the constant nausea we had both experienced went away. We still had our daily visits from the doctor who would bring us breakfast and take his blood sample before leaving, but aside from that we were pretty much left alone. He also talked to us from time to time about experiments he had conducted with some other unfortunate women in the past. He had plans to use sex slaves to build a new world population but it seemed like we were being reserved for something other than bearing the children of his new Nazi soldiers. Then, one morning after about two months, he told us about Dieter. In the 1970s he had worked with a team of scientists and doctors in an effort to find a way of cloning Adolph Hitler from a group of secret tissue samples which had been smuggled out of Germany in the late 1940s. The group was led by none other than the infamous Auschwitz doctor, Josef Mengele. "Dieter was our fourth cloning attempt," he slowly explained. "Josef and I tried doing it several times but none of our children survived. The DNA samples from the bone fragment we had were just too jumbled. Adolph lasted only a few weeks, Bourne about a month, Carl for a year and a half and then finally Deiter who has now just turned twenty." He stood up and walked over to the wall, talking to it as if it could hear him. "The only problem is that Dieter isn't exactly a perfect copy either. Not that his mind isn't there or that he isn't healthy but . . . . Anyway, before we could try again on the E clone, Dr. Mengele died in a swimming accident. We tried to carry on without him but it just didn't work out. Then when the government fell after what you Americans call the Falkland War, we all sort of went our own ways." He paused and then stared at the two of us. "I believe that if Dieter can reproduce with a good Aryan female, we can produce the Fuhrer the white race desperately needs for its survival." The whole thing sounded so incredibly strange. The prospect of what he had in mind was both very clear to us and far too terrifying for words if he meant that one of us was destined to mother the next Hitler. That same evening Dieter showed up at our cell. Like the doctor had told us, he looked healthy, about twenty years old or so, but was rather deformed. One arm was shrunken, one leg longer than the other and he had a sort of hunchback. He also had the deepest, most frightening eyes I had ever seen. I supposed that must have been part of the genetics they had gotten right. Dieter clearly understood why he was there. He looked the both of us over like we were sides of beef and then turned to the doctor. "All right. I agree that they are excellent specimens. I'll even buy their Aryan heritage. But I don't want them here." The doctor looked very surprised and didn't say a word so Dieter continued, "I want to take them back to Buenos Aries with me. I don't care to be a part of any of your little plans anymore. I'm a man now. I make my own plans if you don't mind.".The doctor motioned for Dieter to follow him out into the hallway and they both continued their discussion somewhere else. After about a half hour Dieter returned alone and told us that we were going to go with him. We never saw the doctor again. Dieter first handcuffed us with our hands behind our backs and then led us outside where there were two large black SUVs with dark black windows driven by two large and very mean looking men. We were both put in the back seat of one of them and Dieter got into the other one and we all left. The two men drove very fast over those mountain roads, in spite of the fact that it was a pitch black night, and after about two hours we came out of a pass above the city of Mendoza. They continued down the mountain on a road which was at least now paved and we quickly passed through the suburbs of the city to the airport. It was certainly the same airport we had originally come into when we first arrived in Argentina months before, but this time we were taken to an entirely different part of it. The vehicles pulled up to an old looking hangar in a remote part of the airport and we were taken inside. Along with stacks of crates and mechanical looking equipment the hangar also contained a private jet but instead of us being put on board right away, we were made to stand off to one side while Dieter talked with a couple of the men who were working around the plane. Then, after a few minutes, the three of them walked over to us and led us to two large empty black trunks each of which had a sign saying "ANIMAL VIVANT" on it. "It seems women don't fly as passengers on this airline," Deiter laughed. "You two are just going to have to go as freight." Ginny and I looked at him, the boxes, and the other two grinning men in disbelief. Then Dieter stared at me and added, "Buck naked." The two men became silent and Dieter motioned that we should get started. "Come on Frauliens. Get those clothes off and get into those boxes or I'll have my friends do it for you." I looked at Ginny and then slowly took off the sweatsuit I was wearing and Ginny did the same. We continued with our shoes and socks until eventually we found ourselves in the middle of a filthy old warehouse in our underwear with three perverted men staring at us. I suddenly felt so incredibly dirty and oddly I wasn't even sure if I cared anymore. But I cared about Ginny and I knew the men were becoming impatient so I slowly took my bra off and then my panties. Ginny did the same and we were both naked.. They didn't hurt us. They didn't even touch us. Dieter just ordered that we get into the trunks and we did and they latched them shut. The boxes were totally dark but there was a couple of bottles of water and a blanket of sorts inside along with a sort of bench to sit on. It really wasn't all that uncomfortable and it was padded so that the inside was very quiet. After a short time I could feel myself being lifted onto the plane and then a while after that the plane taxied out onto the field and we took off. I have no idea how long we were in the air. I remember dozing off and waking up several times over the next several hours and I was extremely hungry when we finally landed. Dieter opened our trunks one at a time and allowed us to eat and use the restroom on the plane. As soon as I was done he put me back in the trunk and after what I think was a couple of hours we were back in the air again for several more hours. Once we landed I had no idea where we were, but I was pretty certain that it wasn't Buenos Aries. Dieter let each of us out of our trunks again for a short time but from inside the plane there was no telling where we had landed. Then, a few hours after we had been returned to our trunks, we were taken off the plane and loaded into the back of what sounded like a large truck. The truck drove at various speeds for about a half hour and then went over some railroad tracks and made several slow turns before stopping. After a few minutes we were moved by what felt like a hand truck into the place we finally ended up in once Dieter finally opened the trunks and let us out. It was a large room, totally black, with two jail cells on one end and the only door in or out on the other. The rest of the room was mostly empty except that there was an assortment of strange looking things along the walls which were out of the light and which I couldn't really identify at the time. He led us one at a time to our cells and locked us in. The cell I was in was pretty small but it had a bed along with a little table and seat, kind of like you would find in a fast food place. It also had a toilet and sink but the most surprising thing was a medicine cabinet with a mirror containing all sorts of makeup and things. Dieter puttered around for a while at a table which was against one wall while he sort of mumbled to himself before walking back to our cells to talk to us. He came up with a list of rules for us, most of them nonsensical. The first was that we were not allowed to talk to anyone except him and then only in answer to his questions. We were only allowed water on odd hours of the day and to use the bathroom only when he was present. Then he left, turning off the single light in the room and locking the door behind him. We didn't say a word to each other. Instead, I laid down on that cot and very quietly cried myself to sleep. I didn't wake up again until the next morning when Dieter returned. He had changed his clothes and was now mostly naked except for a black leather thong and a German Army hat. He stood there staring at us and then announced in a loud voice, "We are now going to have our first lesson in learning Teutonic discipline." Going to wall by the table he had been working at the night before, he hit another switch lowering two black horizontal wooden timbers down from the ceiling. Then he came over to my cell and opened the door. Looking at me with his piercing eyes he quietly stated, "You will not resist me in any way, you understand. You disobey anything I say, you try to escape, I will punish your sister to pay for your transgression. Do you understand?" I just nodded my head and he led me out to one of the horizontal timbers. He placed a leather band around each of my wrists which he then hooked to the ends of the timber. Going back to the switch by the table he raised it up until my feet were just touching the floor. He repeated the same routine with Ginny and then once he was finished with the two of us he just turned around and left the room. We expected him to return right away but he didn't. After quietly hanging there about a half hour or so Ginny softly said to me, "I'm scared. What's he going to do to us?" No sooner had she said that than the door flew open and Dieter stepped back into the room. "Who was talking in here. Didn't we discuss the rules about talking?" He stared at each of us but we both remained silent and so he disturbingly added, "Well we have ways of finding these things out." He had been carrying a long shiny dark green rod and he now held it up in front of him as he walked over to where I was chained to the ceiling. "See this little Fraulein?" He held the black rod in my face. "This is what some people call a cattle prod. I call it my Fraulein prod." He then loudly laughed with a really sadistic laugh. "Now if you behave, I won't have to use it. But if you resist me in any way, your sister here will get a graphic demonstration of how it works." He went to the table and laying down the black cattle prod returned with two metal cuffs each of which had a length of chain hanging from it. Then kneeling down in front of me, he took one chain at a time and hooked them to rings in the floor, stretching my legs wide apart. One he finished he stood up and paused while scanning up and down my defenseless body which was now fully displayed in front of him. "Perhaps this time we will try the big gold conditioning probe." He went to the table and laying down the black cattle prod returned with two adhesive pads which had wires leading out of them. "You see," he explained, I know you two were talking and now you two are going to have to receive a small measure of my discipline training for not following the rules." He placed the pads on each side of my pussy and then went back over to the table on the wall. When he came back again it was with a cart which had several electronic looking things on it and into one of these he plugged in the two wires he had already adhered to me. Then he took in his hand a six inch gold rod with narrow black bands about a half-inch apart, about as big around as a large fountain pen. He plugged the thicker wire coming out of it into the same box. Holding the gold rod in front of me he explained, "The rounded end is inserted in the vagina and as charges are applied to each of the bands it causes muscle contractions to occur in very controlled ways. I was told that they used to use things like this to churn butter at a place out in the Bahamas at one time." He touched the tip if the rod to his tongue and then slowly inserted its entire length up into my body. It wasn't all that large and wasn't particularly uncomfortable until he began tuning the switches and dials on the cart. He was watching me for a reaction and I didn't disappoint him. At first I could feel a pulsing tingle on the external pads, steadily becoming more and more intense as he kept increasing the current. I probably should of pretended it was hurting me sooner but in retrospect he probably knew exactly where he was finally going to set that thing. The pulses would hit at about a second apart, lasting around half that long with an ugly burning spike that literally lifted my crotch up into my tummy. Knowing that Ginny would feel incredibly guilty if I lost it and knowing that was exactly what he wanted, I struggled to keep myself under control but I know I wasn't doing a very good job of it. That was when he adjusted the controls of his torture device and suddenly the internal probe came alive. Grabbing at the muscles in my tummy it created incredible contractions inside me. I could actually feel the probe moving up and down inside my vagina as it punched against my cervix harder and harder with every cycle and I somehow got the image that it was either going to punch through the top of my vagina or somehow work its way all the way up into my uterus. Completely forgetting what effect my reaction might have on Ginny, I began to scream while struggling against my restraints but there was simply no escape from the torment I was enduring. Then Ginny abruptly blurted out, "It was me you bastard! Stop doing that to her! She didn't do anything!" He immediately backed off on the controls and then turned the thing off. "Well, well, well," he slowly said with a quiet foreboding as he turned toward her. "We seem to have a confession. Now we're getting somewhere. It looks like we'll have to find something special for you." It was about to become Ginny's turn and it was apparent that he had something else, far more grotesque, in mind for her. Leaving me chained to the floor he removed the probe from me and peeled off the electrodes and putting them on the cart, wheeled the whole thing back to the table. He then returned with a pair of leather cuffs which he put around Ginny's ankles, but instead of hooking them to the floor, he attached them to two more chains which he lowered from the ceiling. Raising these chains up not only spread her legs apart but completely lifted her up in the air until her feet were above her head. Once she was completely suspended in the air he briefly stepped back as if to admire his work before going back to the table and bringing back the cart again. This time he had placed on it a large black box out of which extended a long clear plastic hose about the size of a vacuum cleaner hose. Holding the hose in his hand he began to tap it against her pussy as he talked to her. "I always like the intelligent girls. They seem to know what's coming next and instead of freaking out they just get that real concerned look on their faces when they know just what exactly is going to be happening to their precious little bodies." He looked at her and grinned. "Now little one," he said to her. "We both know where this is going, don't we." He licked the end of the hose and then worked the end of it into her vagina. It was a lot bigger than the thing he stuck into me and while she was trying to be brave, it was quite obvious that it was pretty uncomfortable for her. Once he had pushed about three or four inches into her he stopped and placed his hand on the box. Looking right at her as she stared back at him, he explained what he was doing. "This is a pretty simple little setup here. First you get yourself a box. Then you get a plastic tube and connect the box to a body orifice. Then you put something into the box." I could see the terror in Ginny's eyes increase as she speculated what exactly he was up to but he didn't move and they just sort of stared at each other. "Now what do you imagine we could put into a box like this," he continued. "Well we could get some spiders or maybe rodents, or lizards, snakes, ants, whatever." He reached for a switch on top of the box and when he pressed it the box made a loud clunk noise of something opening inside it and immediately little dark crawling forms appeared in the tube. "What do we have here? Roaches!" Ginny just instantly went crazy and began screaming and twisting in the air, doing everything she could to get loose of the plastic hose he had stuck inside of her, but to no avail. He kept slapping on the box and the little swarming bugs kept working their way further down the tube until they began to disappear between her spread apart lips. Perhaps she was just overcome with anxiety, or perhaps she finally felt those things actually crawling around inside her, but thankfully Ginny very soon passed out. He pulled the tube out of her and capped the end of it before pushing the cart back out of the light. When he returned, he had a small enema bag which he used to douche her vaginal canal and I know I saw at least two drowned insect bodies emerge from her before he removed it and returned it to the table. Then he lowered the chains holding her ankles and reattached them to the floor so that she was bound the same way I was. Going back over to the wall he pushed a strange rail thing under her and then lowered her directly down onto it. It looked kind of like a gymnastic balance beam except that the triangular shaped rail she was sitting on was pointing up, allowing its sharp top edge to deeply dig into her crack. Finished with Ginny, his attention turned back to me. Standing in front of me for several minutes while he decided what my next torture would be, he finally decided and went off to the corner of the room where he found a metal stocks. The thing looked like the stocks they used in medieval times except that instead of being made of wood it was entirely constructed of lightweight metal. "It's a magnesium alloy,"Dieter explained as he fit it into a socket in the floor in front of me. "Wood is so much heavier to move around and this thing cleans up so much easier." Unhooking me from the chains on the ceiling he placed my neck and wrists into the stocks and locked the whole thing down. He checked on Ginny, cleaned up a few things at the table and left again. A few minutes after he had gone Ginny reawakened but it was clear that she really wasn't herself anymore. The thing she was sitting on must have been extremely uncomfortable and she started to cry as she kept trying to find some position which she could tolerate. Then, in the midst of her torment, she very quietly whispered to me "Vicky, it hurts. I can't take this . ." She was interrupted by the door swinging open again. Dieter had been listening. "So you have disobeyed me once again," he said almost gleefully. "What do I have to do to make you little Frauleins learn? Perhaps we need the electric treatment again. Is that what you want? It seems that it is time for my little Fraulein prod." He went to the table and picked up the prod, returning to me. Standing behind me he touched the thing on my exposed bottom. The shock pulsed right through me, the metal stocks grounding my neck and wrists and I screamed from the sudden stabbing torment. This seemed to amuse him and so he decided to try the thing out on my breasts. Walking around to my side, he crouched down so that he could place the tip of the thing right on my left nipple. As soon as it touched me it sent another agonizing jolt into my chest which was followed by a third on my right nipple. He was actually laughing by this time, a horrible ugly laugh, as he continued to molest me with his electrical prod. Crouching all the way down he then crawled all the way underneath me, between me and the stocks, and sticking his good arm between my legs, rudely forced my legs apart. His grip dug into my thigh hard enough to make me scream and I sharply twisted in the stocks in an effort to escape him. As I pulled against the stocks, the left side clicked and my wrist suddenly felt loose. He said something about how my pussy looked good enough to kiss and after placing the electric prod on the floor he began to lick at it. While I couldn't stand what he was doing, I patiently waited until he got his head between my spread open legs before I quickly kicked the prod across the floor and then forcefully brought my thighs together, trapping his face in my crotch. Not being able to breathe and since he was really too weak to get away, he immediately began to panic. He began to wiggle himself away and I began to become afraid that he might try to bite me down there or something. But it was time. Even though I was certain that both Ginny and I would be severely and extensively punished for what I was about to do, it just had to be all or nothing. Lifting my legs over his back so that his neck was trapped in my thighs, I pulled him forward until his head banged against the metal support to the stock. I continued to do this and could tell that it was hurting him but then he started to fight back. Managing to get his good hand free, he clenched it onto my breast and began to pull at it as if he was trying to rip it right off of my chest. I realized that I had to do something so with all the effort I could muster I just banged his head harder and harder into that metal support. After what was probably just a short time but at the time seemed like an eternity, he finally passed out. His hand dropped to the floor and as I untwisted my legs from him his limp body fell into a pile beneath me. With my free hand I pulled myself completely loose from the stocks and stepped over his unconscious body. He had a pair of handcuffs laying on the table which I used to secure his hands behind him. The large gold probe he had stuck me with earlier me was still attached to the electrical equipment on the cart it was on so I pushed it over to him, pulled his thong down around his knees and pressed it up into his rectum. Remembering how he had used the thing on me earlier I turned on the switches, cranked the dials all the way up, and his torso immediately went into convulsions. He continued to spasm while I untied Ginny and then the two of us ran out of that place as fast as we could. Much to our surprise we found ourselves in an apartment complex. It didn't take very long before we realized that we were somewhere in the United States. More precisely, judging from the licence plates of the cars parked in front of the apartments, we were in some city in Florida. While it was the middle of the day there didn't seem to be anybody around so we ran through the apartment complex toward what looked like the main entrance. However, once we got there instead of a street, we discovered that we were in the back of a shopping center. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before Dieter came to, I decided that in spite of the fact that were still quite naked we would have to find help immediately. I chose at random a direction to go in since, except for a few parked cars, the place seemed deserted. We hadn't walked very far before I noticed an that one of the shops had left their back door slightly open so we headed toward that. Making our way across the hot pavement we started running and by the time we got to the door we just ran inside. It was an empty store and the two men working in there painting the walls were so startled by us that they almost dumped all their paint on the floor. Then, before they could say anything, Ginny started screaming. In the panic, I seized her by the hand and started to run, deciding that we had better get out of there fast. Looking back on it, they were about as surprised as we were and while they likely would have only helped us, Ginny and I were both so far out of it, that getting out of there was the only thing we could think of and so we ran right out the front door of the store onto the sidewalk. Although it was a rather large shopping center, the sidewalk was also totally empty. We looked up and down the mall, picking what looked like the friendliest looking store and made our way to it as fast as we could. As it turned out, we were very lucky. We told the police everything but they never found Dieter. Apparently the doctor in Argentina disappeared as well. However, the people in that store were extremely helpful, chivalrous, and courteous and immediately took extremely good care of us. In fact we fit right in there so well that we both stayed and have sort of become a part of the whole operation. It was as if we were destined to have been there all along.