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.