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 TITLE: The Olson Twins Plan
AUTHOR: Rain Man

   AUTHOR EMAIL: rain_man_69@hotmail.com
PART: 1 of ?
KEYWORDS: Mf, f solo, ff

   POINT OF VIEW: 1st Person

   REDISTRIBUTION: Go right ahead, just keep my name and email address on
it
SUMMARY: The story of a businessman, and the adventures he has with the
Olson Twins, well, they are kind of adventures.  I tried to write this

more like a real life story, not just your typical sex story.  There is
quite a bit of setup, so if you want a story that has fucking in the second
paragraph, this isn't one of them.

   Thanks again for ASSTR for hosting my stories.  If you are under 18, do
not read this story, why?  Because it's illegal I guess.  =) If your over
18, enjoy!





   I never actually thought I would go through with it.  How could I ever
consider doing such a thing?  A successful businessman such as myself,
getting involved in kidnapping?  I didn't think it could ever get this out
of control, but here I stand, in the same room as 2 of the most beautiful
creatures to ever walk the earth, in a location completely unknown to them
or anyone they know, and I can do anything I want to them.

   Ok, I'm getting a little ahead of myself, let me back up a bit.  My name
is Paul Majors, and I'm 47 years old.  First off, this didn't exactly
happen overnight and in fact, started off innocently.  After joining the
marines at age 20, I was in for the next 15 years.  This included a tour in
Desert Storm.  After it was over, I retired from the service, and knew I
didn't want to work for someone; I wanted to start my own business.  My
father was involved in overseas shipping on the east coast, and growing up,
he taught me all about the work.  Besides being trained in special weapons
tactics and anti-terrorism, the shipping business was all I knew.

   I started off very small, a little distribution company in Florida.  I
started seeing a profit very quickly, mainly cause I knew how to run
things. That doesn't mean it wasn't hard.  For the first 3 years, I worked
my ass off.  I of course had some help, but I often would work 7 days a
week, 12-18 hour days, to insure everything was in tiptop order.  As the
saying goes, all that hard work pays off, after 4 years of starting it; I
had earned my first million-dollar profit for the quarter.  This was huge
for me; I had never had that much money to spend in my life.  Now with over
300 employees, and many assistant managers, I could take some days off
during the week, and it was wonderful.  I bought big house, nice cars, and
many other toys to play with.

   By the time 1996 rolled around, my company had grown to over 800
employees, with 15 offices in 4 states; I was sitting high up top a
mountain of profit.  I was hardly doing any work at all anymore, my
assistant managers were well trained, and paid, so they did most of the
work for me.  I still made the big decisions, but they mainly ran the
shows. I spent most of my time, flying back and forth to the different
locations, just to see how things were going.

   With a company worth over 10 million, and several million in the bank, I
got involved in the stock market.  I knew several people on the inside, and
they helped me with picking out the right stocks.  I invested a lot of
money in the market, and looking back, WAY to much money.

   The years went by, my company continued to grow, and I continued to make
lots of cash.  One day, I decided I would get my money out of the stock
market, and put some more into my company.  I guess it was god telling me
something, cause 2 months after I cashed out my stocks, the internet
company blitz that had made so many people quick money, started to fail,
and the tech stocked dropped like a rock.  If I had had my money in there,
I would have lost a ton, probably would have shut down my business, or at
least shut down some offices.  Overall I made off with over 150 million
before the market tanked, all distributed among several banks and different
types of accounts.

   When the new Millennium hit, I was still doing well, mainly due to the
amount of money I had built up.  Being in the shipping business, I had made
several contacts with people oversees.  I got to know several of them very
well, and even visited them on occasion.  On in particular, was a man from
Nigeria named Mburu Yamen (Pronounced Boro).  He spoke nice and clear
English, mainly cause he lived in the US for 15 years out of his life.  I
got to know him very well, and visited his operations once a month.

   In June of 2000, I once again was visiting Mburu, and we were speaking
about the normal things, and we even caught a round of golf on one of the
few golf courses in Nigeria.  On the 17th hole, he gave me quite a
proposal.

   "Paul, I've been meaning to ask you something."

   "What would that be Mburu?" I inquired.

   "I have been meaning to sell one of my mansions, that I rarely use
anymore.  I was wondering if you would be interested in buying it," he said
as I stopped in mid swing.  I glanced at him and he had the same little
smile he always wore.

   "Mansion huh?  Where is it?"

   "Oh, you will just have to see it.  It's such a nice place.  What do you
say Paul, shall we check it out after I beat you?" he laughed.

   "Sure Mburu, lets check it out, and no, you're not going to beat me," I
laughed back.  We finished the round, and he, like usual, and beat me.  His
driver drove us to an airport, where a private plane was waiting for us. 
We sat in the plane, talking about more business, sipping on expensive
wine, and having a good time.  After a few hours in the plane, the pilot
announced he was about to land.  It was a smooth landing, and we both
thanked him for the safe journey as we exited the plane.  We got into the
awaiting car, and I noticed we were in a very nice looking area.  It almost
reminded me of back home in Florida.  Nice looking trees, beautiful blue
sky, and I thought I saw a river once or twice on the way there.

   After 20 minutes, we pulled up to a gate, where the driver stuck out his
head, mumbled something in a language I didn't know, and the gate opened. I
looked at Mburu; he just smiled as we drove up to the place.

   Now, there are mansions, and there are fucking mansions!  This place was
huge, and looked like no building I had ever seen.  It almost looked like
the capital building in Washington DC with big white pillars up front, well
maintained landscaping work, and perfectly cut trees.  We pulled up to the
front, and the drive opened the door for us.  It was an amazing building.
Mburu noticed I liked what I saw, and he offered to show me around.  We
headed into the doors, and into the first room.  It was very well
decorated, high ceilings, and old time furniture in perfect condition.  A
young black man in a suit, looking like a butler, met us.

   "It is great to see you Mr.  Yamen, it is great to meet your guest as
well, Mr...."

   "Majors, Mr.  Majors," I chimed in.

   "Yes, of course, I'm glad you could make it Mr.  Majors," the young man
said.  He led us into what looked like a library with high shelves lining
the walls, full of books.  He told us to have a seat, and he would bring us
refreshment.  I sat down on one of the chairs, and Mburu sat on a couch.  I
looked around, being very impressed by the place.  I was already tempted to
buy it from him, if the price was right.

   "Well Paul, what do you think so far?" Mburu inquired.

   "Impressive Mburu, I am liking it so far.  I fear that I will not like
the price though," I said giving him a concerned look.

   He smiled and said, "Now Paul, you know I wouldn't overcharge you, I'm
sure we can come to a reasonable price." I just smiled back at him.  About
that time, the butler returned with some drinks for us, and we continued to
talk.

   After a full tour of the place, I liked what I saw.  It had 8 bedrooms,
all fully decked out with gorgeous furniture.  The place was like a
textbook example of what rich people would want.  It was certainly bigger
and nicer than any other house I owned, including a huge pool in the back.
After he kept on pussy-footing around the price issue, I finally stopped
him and said, "Alright Mburu, name your price."

   He smiled again and said, "For you my brother, I could let it go for,
ohhh, lets say, 4.5?" I thought he was joking.  Just from what I've seen, I
bet it was worth almost 10, million that is.

   "Oh come on, don't fuck with me.  What's the price?" I insisted.

   "I swear that's what I'm looking for.  Everything you have seen, the
furniture, the whole works, 4.5." Now, I wasn't one for spending that kind
of money, but it was a deal I couldn't refuse.  After going over all the
paper work, we arranged a transfer of 4.5 million dollars from one of my
accounts, to one of his.  We shook on it, and headed back out to the car.

   After I got back home to Florida, I questioned my impulse buy.  It was
by far the most expensive thing I had ever purchased, but I couldn't pass
up such a good deal.

   A few weeks later, a good friend of mine who does property value
estimations accompanied me to my newly acquired mansion.  I didn't tell him
what I paid for it, and when he told me what his estimation was, I just
about choked on my drink.

   "18.5 MILLION?" I bellowed out, and then coughed quite a bit.  He patted
my back a few time, and helped me gain my composure again.

   "What's the matter Paul?  Did you pay a lot more than that?"

   "No!  Less than that, a lot less!" I exclaimed.  After telling him what
I paid, I had to help him breath as he damn near choked.  We were both in
shock.  I couldn't help but call Mburu and thank him for the house.  He
told me no problem, and that I would do the same for him.  Not likely, but
I agreed.

   After that, I got back to my business for a while.  It was still growing
nicely, and all in all, I was worth just over 200 million dollars.  I
visited my new home in Nigeria often, and enjoyed my time there.  Even
brought some of my business associates along a few times.  About the end of
the year 2002, I was reading a magazine, and I popped onto an article about
Mary Kate and Ashley Olson.  Now, I hadn't given them a thought in quite
some time.  The last time I saw them was on the show Full House.  The
article was talking about the success of their TV shows, movies, video
games, clothing line, and all this other stuff.  I thought to myself,
"Shit, these girls never have done a real days work in their life, and they
are making tons of money?" Then I got the paragraph that said how much they
were worth, and I damn near shit my pants.

   "A BILLION DOLLARS!?" I screamed out loud.  I couldn't fucking believe
it.  Here were 2 spoiled little brats, who haven't done shit but talk in
front of a camera their whole lives, and they were worth almost 5 times me.
At first I was angry, and almost threw the magazine across the room.  I
stopped myself, and though, "Hey...I've got a little bit of power in this
world.  Maybe I can get me a share of this seemingly endless pit of money
these girls are sitting on."

   The idea of getting my hands on some of the market they had acquired
almost made me drool.  I got on the phone immediately with some of my
friends and contacts in California, and I found out whom their agent was. I
put in a call to them, and arranged a meeting the following week.  Since
they knew I was a successful businessman, they were interested in seeing
what I could offer to do.

   I got all the smart guys in my company together, and tried to come up
with some ideas.  Our company was primarily an oversees shipping company,
but we did have 2 offices that handled shipping over land in Florida.  It
pretty much works the same way, except it's trucks instead of ships.  It's
a little trickier; cause it seems like more things can go wrong with land
shipping.  Traffic, breakdowns, accidents, it can get a little stressful,
which was the main reason we didn't focus too much on it.  But, we did
conclude, that even though we don't do much over land, it's been
successful. We came up with a plan to help distribute some of their
products in the Florida area.  The next week, we flew to California, met
with her representatives, and made are presentation.

   "I have to say Mr.  Majors, you and your company have come up with an
impressive proposal," commented James Young, the main representative for
the Mary Kate and Ashley Company.

   "Thank you Mr.  Young," I said back.  I had butterflies in my stomach,
just thinking about some of the cash that could be involved in this deal.

   "There are many things in this proposal I like, but there is something I
would like to change," Mr.  Young remarked.  I though, uh oh, that doesn't
sound good.

   "Your plan is so impressive, we would like to incorporate you in more
locations than just Florida.  We would like you and your team to take over
several shipping locations that aren't running the way we want them to be.
Do you think you could handle oh, say, 15 more offices around the country?"

   I just about jumped up and giggled like a little girl, but I contained
myself, and calmly responded, "I don't see any reason why not, Mr.  Young."
Many handshakes later, and a friendly goodbye, me and my colleagues were
back in the limo, yelling and screaming like we just won 100 million in the
lottery.  This was such a huge opportunity for us.  When we got back, we
determined whom we would is available to move, and who we can promote to
fill in the empty spaces.

   Over the next few weeks, I met with Mr.  Young several more times, and
with the final signature, the deal was set.  Within 3 weeks, I had all the
new managers and assistant managers in place in the new shipping centers. I
personally inspected the facilities, most of them distribution centers for
the clothing line, told my people what kind of changes I wanted, met with
the current employees, told them I will work with them and help them in any
way I can.

   The next month, I spent getting everything going, and things took off
very well.  I could see an improvement already in that time since I took
over.  In another month, the efficiency of the plants was almost doubled in
most of the locations.  It had worked out better than I ever could have
imagined.  About 3 months after signing the deal with Mr.  Young, I got a
call from him.

   "Majors Distributing, This is Paul."

   "Paul!  James Young here!"

   "Mr.  Young, how are you doing today?" I asked.

   "Oh please Paul, call me James!  Have you seen these production numbers?
They are phenomenal!" he exclaimed.

   "I've been watching them closely James, I'm very happy with the job my
associates have done for me," I responded.

   "Oh, don't be so humble Paul, it's because of you and your leadership
this has happened.  I am very happy at the work you have done," he
remarked.

   "You are to kind, I'm glad we were able to get this going so quickly and
successfully."

   "So am I Paul.  Oh, by the way, I showed these numbers to MK and A
yesterday, they were more than pleased," James said.

   "MK and A?" I questioned.

   "Mary Kate and Ashley of course.  I just started calling them MK and A,
it's so much shorter," he laughed.

   "Oh, of course," I laughed back.

   "They were interested in meeting you to thank you personally for the
work you have done.  Do you think that would be possible?"

   "I think that would be great.  I would love to meet them, just let me
know when," I replied.

   "Great, I will have my people call your people and set up something
perhaps next week."

   "Sounds great James, talk to you then," I said as I hung up the phone. I
guess the thought of meeting them never really crossed my mind much, but I
suppose it would happen.  I didn't think it would be to big of a deal, just
meet them, go on a business dinner or whatever, and then come home.

   Later that day, I decided to go to my home in Nigeria, and hang out for
a while.  I brought along some friends, and we hung out at some places at
the town nearby.  It was a pretty modern town for being in the middle of an
African country.  Nightclubs, modern stores with all the latest gadgets
from the USA, many which were shipped here by my company.  We all got
pretty hammered and ended up bringing some girls back to my place.  The
last thing I remember was stumbling into the limo with a girl on my
shoulder, and my friend falling in behind me.

   I awoke, with a splitting headache; feeling like a truck hit me.  I
slowly opened my eyes, tried to get a grip on where I was.  I raised my
head slightly and was going to sit up but I felt a weight on my left arm. I
looked over a woman sleeping on it.  I raised the covers saw we were both
naked.  I had been in this situation before, so I didn't think much of it,
although I had never been that drunk before and ended up like this.  I
slowly pulled my arm out from under her, and sat up.  I hit my intercom
button and called for some headache medicine and some ice-cold water. 
Those natives had some damn good headache medicine made from local herbs
that works great.

   I went to the bathroom, and by the time I got out, my servant had come
in with the medicine and the water.  I thanked him, and he left.  As drank
down the medicine, and took a big drink of water.  As the medicine started
to kick in, I heard a young girls voice say, "Can I have some of that
water?"

   I turned around and saw what looked to be about a 13-year-old native
girl sitting up in my bed, her tits hanging out in the air.  I screamed
out, "HOLY SHIT!!" and lunged for her and covered her up.  I looked around
the room and saw my clothes and what looked like woman's clothing on the
floor.  I looked back at her, and she was just lying underneath the covers
smiling.

   "What's wrong?" she asked in a sweet innocent voice.

   "Holy shit, holy shit," I began to mumble as I jumped up, ran to my
closet.  I threw a rob on and grabbed another one.  "Put this on, Please!"
I yelled as I threw it at the bed.  I turned my head, and heard the covers
moving.  After a few moments, I turned around and saw her walking towards
the water.  She took a drink, and I thought to myself, holy shit, what the
hell have I done?  She's just a little kid!  I had never done anything like
this before in my life!  She got done taking a drink, and looked back at
me. I was in a fully blown panic, running around, gathering up her and my
clothing.  She was looking at me puzzled.

   "What's the matter Paul?" she said.  I stopped, and just about started
crying.

   "Oh shit, what the hell did we do?  Oh my god, what the fuck was I
thinking?!" I bellowed.

   "Well, we did it of course," she said again in that innocent, calm
voice.

   "Fuck!  You're like 13!  Christ!  I can be throw in jail for something
like this!" I yelled.

   "13?" she said in a puzzled face.  "I'm 17, almost 18 years old.  It's
perfectly legal in this country." I looked at her again, was she lying? 
She looked so young!  Could she really be 17?  "Please, just settle down,
nothing bad is going to happen."

   Her words calmed me down a little, and I plopped down in a chair by the
bed.  She filled up her glass with water, and then filled up the one I was
using.  She walked over to me, handed me my glass, and then sat down on the
bed.  We just sat there, looking at each other, drinking the water.  My
headache was all but gone, either from the good medicine, or the fact I
thought I was going to jail for screwing a 13 year old.  But still!  She's
just a baby!  She finished the last of her water, and stood up.

   "You know, it was pretty good last night.  I have screwed a lot of
Americans, but you, knew what you're doing," she said as she dropped the
glass, and walked towards me.  I got nervous as she approached me.  She
walked right up to me, stopped, and slowly untied the knot on the robe. 
She let the robe fall open, and then fall off her shoulders.  Her body was
of a light tan color, such a small thing too.  Her tits couldn't have been
more than B cups, and her crotch was hairless.  She moved in closer and
squatted down on my leg, and rubbed her pussy on my leg.  I couldn't handle
it; it was to horrible to think about me even doing something like this to
young girl.  I pushed her off me, and bolted towards the door.

   "Get your clothes on, a car will be waiting out front for you to bring
you home," I said as I ran out the door.  I ran to the adjacent bedroom.  I
tried to get the image out of my head of that girl.  My god, what the hell
was I thinking?  I was so fucking drunk I don't remember anything!  Christ,
I never thought I could forgive myself for what I did.

   I took a long shower in the bathroom, called for some clean clothes, and
told my butler to escort all of the female guests to a car, and bring them
wherever they need to go.  He said no problem sir, and he left.  I hung out
there for the remainder of the week, trying to justify what I did but I
couldn't.  I also couldn't get the image of that girl's body out of my
head. It would enter my thoughts, I could feel my cock tingle, but I
quickly shunned the idea out, and focused on something else.

   The next week rolled around, and I found out when I arrived back at my
home office in Florida that my meeting with the Olson Twins was tomorrow. I
said that would be fine, although I didn't really want to fly out already,
but business was business.

   I was at the airport within an hour, and my private jet took off for
California.  When I arrived, James Young, a pleasant surprise, greeted me.
He brought me to an arranged motel suite room, and said there would be a
car waiting for me in the morning.  I said ok, and just screwed around for
the rest of the day, trying to get relaxed.

   The next morning, I was downstairs exactly on time for the limo to
arrive.  I was only riding for about 10 minutes, when it stopped, and the
door opened.  I got out and found myself in front of a nice looking
restaurant.  Upon entering, I saw one of James assistants waiting for me.

   "Right this way Mr.  Majors," she said.  I followed her through the
restaurant, and I saw Paul sitting at a square table.

   "Paul, glad you made it alright," he said as I sat down.

   "I didn't have to worry about the traffic you know," I said as we both
got a chuckle.  Kind of a big wigs joke, meaning we don't have to worry
about the traffic, cause we never drive ourselves.

   "I talked to Ashley about 10 minutes ago, they are running a little bit
late.  They got held up late at an early morning rehearsal," he explained.
I nodded, and sipped the wine that was on the table.  Not bad, tastes like
a 1968 Chardonnay.  James and I made small talk as we waited for the girls
to arrive.  We snacked on appetizers and sipped more wine.  After about 15
minutes I heard a voice call out.

   "I'm sorry James!  That stupid producer held us long," I heard a girls
irritated voice say.  I swung around, and right behind me was a vision of
loveliness.  Now, I hadn't even bothered to look at a modern picture of the
girls, perhaps I should have.  My entire body froze for a moment, and I
think my jaw dropped slightly as a short, petite, hot little fox approached
us wearing a knee length skirt, a blue shirt, and a light jacket.

   "Oh don't worry about it Ashley, we weren't waiting long," James said.
"Ashley, this is the guy that I was telling you about, Paul, this is Ashley
Olson.  Ashley, this is Paul Majors "

   I snapped out of my temporary trance, and then quickly and awkwardly
stood up.  I cleared my throat, and shook her extended hand.  "It's
wonderful to meet you Ashley."

   "Same goes for me Paul," she responded.  We broke our handshake, and she
took a seat across the table from me, while James sat to my right.

   "So, where would MK be?" James inquired.

   Ashley rolled her eyes, "Oh you know her, always has to be perfect for
these kind of meetings.  She's in the bathroom fixing her makeup." James
laughed lightly as this and let out a sigh.  A short moment later, I heard
approaching high heals, and turned to see Mary Kate.  Now she looked even
better than her sister.  Her outfit was gorgeous and most obviously
expensive.  It was kind of a mixture of white and light yellow colors
swirling around this long dress.  It hugged her body like a wet suit,
perfectly outlining her every curve.  Now you would think that seeing her
twin would be good enough, but I swear, my jaw dropped open again.

   "I'm sorry James, I'm here I'm here," she called out as she flew by me
and sat down with a big thud.

   "It's alright MK.  Now, please, this is the man I was telling you both
about last week.  Paul Majors, Ashley's sister, Mary Kate," James said
glancing back and forth between us.  She extended her hand out to me, and I
shook it.  She had more of a grip than her sister, but I could easily
handle it.  =)

   "It's great to meet you Mary Kate," I said as I released her hand.

   "Mr.  Majors, I've heard so much about you," Mary Kate chimed back.

   "Please, call me Paul," I replied.

   "Ok Paul," she said with the most adorable smile.  Just about that time,
the waiters brought us some more appetizers, and the menus.  The rest of
the business dinner went pretty much like any other; with the exception of
prettiest little woman I have ever seen, times two.  The table was pretty
good size, so it's not like I could check them out at all, unless of course
I looked under the table, which would be terribly obvious what I was trying
to do.

   They told me they were impressed with the speed in which I was able to
turn around the distribution centers, and they said they were happy that I
joined them in their business.  I, humble as always, appreciated the
comments, but gave most of the credit to my staff.

   The dinner ended, and we all got up.

   "So it will be easier, I arranged us all to leave in the same limo, is
that alright with everyone?" James asked.

   The girls said in unison, "Sure!" It was so cute.

   "Sounds great, lets go," I said.  I couldn't believe I was excited to be
getting into a car with them, but I was.  Also, I remembered, they were
only 17, but that recent encounter with the girl in Nigeria, still fresh in
my mind; I could sense a change in my sexual desires.  I had never even
considered before a few days ago about sleeping with a woman that wasn't
within 10 years of my age.  Now I was getting a hard on for a couple of 17
year old twins?

   It was almost too horrible, and too sweet to think about at the same
time.  We all went outside, James and me in the lead, with the girls
trailing behind.  The limo was waiting outside.  The driver was holding the
door open, James entered first, and I followed.  We went to the seats
closer to the driver.  As MK entered the limo, James turned to say
something to the other person sitting in the front.  MK sat right down on
the seat by the door.

   "MK, move over you bitch," I heard Ashley say from outside the car.

   "No!" MK said and crossed her arms and acted like she was pouting.  She
also looked like she was trying not to laugh.

   "Uuuggghhhh!!" I hear Ashley cry out, and she stuck half her body into
the car.  Since MK was keeping her legs close to the door, Ashley didn't
have much of an opportunity to get her legs in, so with the upper part of
her body in, she launched herself into the limo, her feet caught the top of
MK's thighs, and she half doubled over.  She landed in the middle of the
seat, barely clearing MK, with her legs half up in the air, spread at about
a 45-degree angle.  A lump jumped clear into my throat, and threatened to
puncture my brain.  For only a brief moment, as the girls erupted into
laughter, I saw right up Ashley's skirt, and her red thong panties wrapped
around her precious little pussy, were in full view.  She quickly corrected
herself, still laughing.

   "Girls, please settle down," James said turning back around.  The girls
situated themselves.  Ashley gave MK a swat on the arm, and stuck out her
tongue.  MK returned the favor, and they giggled a little more.  Now I was
still frozen from what I saw.  My body wouldn't respond to me for at least
10 more seconds, and I think my face was redder than the material, which
covered her crotch.  Thank god no one noticed, and I quietly sat in the
seat, during the ride.

   We arrived at the motel, said a quick goodbye to the girls and James,
and exited the vehicle.  MK rolled down the window, and waved as they drove
off.  I waved back, and headed to my hotel room.  I was so fucking horny
now, I got inside the door, and damn near ripped off my clothes, and jacked
off to a powerful orgasm.  One of the best ones I had had in a long time. I
wasn't exactly screwing woman all the time, although, lord knows I could
have been.

   That morning, I returned home to Florida, not sure what my next move
should be.  90% of my thoughts were on the twins.  The image of MK in that
body tight dress, Ashley's basically flashing her panties at me, it was
taking over my mind.  I tried to focus on work, but was unable to.  While I
sat in my office, my mind racing with thoughts, for a brief moment, my
marine training kicked in gear.

   "When you need to get over an obstacle, you do it, no matter what it
takes, by force if necessary." "When you need to get over an obstacle, you
do it ..." This thought kept on repeating itself in my head.  And the
thought that came into my mind was one that was just horrible one.  Back in
Desert Storm, my men and me were the main force in a kidnapping of a
high-ranking officer within the enemies government.  It involved the use of
a special car that when a button was pushed, sleeping gas was released into
the passenger area, and the occupant was taken to a secure location, where
he was interrogated, and later, killed.  This operation was never made
public, mainly because of the killing part.

   "No, no no No NO!!!" I screamed out as I jumped out of my seat.  I
smacked my head several times trying to get the thought out of my head, but
it wasn't working.

   A week went by, I tried my best to get my thoughts on my business, but
it wasn't working.  Mainly because a lot of my work was now involved with
the MK and A distribution centers.  After 2 weeks of the thought poisoning
my mind, I broke down, and explored the possibilities.

   I contacted some old members of my marine squad that were involved in
that former operation, and met with them.  I told them this would be a
similar operation as the one we did in Iraq, but this one would be two
people.  After meeting with them several times, and working out the
operation details, I was now totally obsessed with the idea of kidnapping
them, and becoming one with their bodies.

   We set the operation to take place in a few weeks, after I established a
good time to do it.  That part of my plan was complete, but there were
still other parts not yet worked out.  Where was I going to bring them?  I
quickly realized my mansion in Nigeria would be an excellent place to go. I
contacted some building contractors, and paid them to fly there.  I told
them I wanted the east wing converted into an inescapable area of the
house. The east wing consists of 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room,
and a kitchen.  It was a nice area of the house, but I rarely used it. 
There were only 2 entry points to the wing, one through the main part of
the house, and another from the outside lawn.  There were of course
windows, but I knew the contractors I sent, would make those impossible to
get out of.  Also, the outside access door would have to be neutralized.

   My entire life was now involved in this operation, and couldn't wait for
the time to come.  The day before my team and me were to fly out to
California, I visited my mansion in Nigeria.  My contractors did a
masterful job.  I had them lock me into the wing just to test it, and I
couldn't find a way to escape, even with my military training.  It was
completely self sufficient, and cut off from the world.  I got a couple of
my servants to agree and live in there with them, cook and clean for them,
and live in one of the spare bedrooms.  We stockpiled food in the fridges
and freezers, but if need be, we could always bring more in.

   Just in case something happened during the operation, I brought along a
doctor friend named Mike.  I had him make sure the gas mixture we were
using wouldn't harm them.  Also, he would monitor their consciousness
during the traveling, and keep them from waking up.

   The day arrived, my team and I landed in California at 6 in the morning.
Waiting for us was our specially prepared limo.  The plan was, to wait
until they left their studio where they were shooting their TV show, they
would enter the limo, the gas released, then drive back to the airport and
head for Florida.  A quick refill of fuel, then we would be off to Nigeria.
The amount of money I invested in this was very remarkable, ranging from
bribing the officials at the airport, to stopping the assigned limo from
reaching MK and A's location.

   It was now 15:30 hours, 30 minutes away from the anticipated take over
time.  I sat in a black SUV, with black tinted windows.  We were 1 block
away from the studios where MK and A were.  The radio was crackling ever
few minutes with updates, where upon I responded with an ok, or proceed. 
My team was working masterfully, and everything was in place, including the
limo was ready to go.  I was sitting in the front seat passenger side, with
a driver on my left.  Mike was in the backseat, along with another member
of the team.  We sat, ready to go at a moments notice.

   15:45, I cued the limo to start it's journey here.  I got a "yes sir"
response, and the
radio was silent again.  The 10 minutes it took for the limo to get to

our location, seemed to last forever, but it pulled up to the designated
pickup location as I let out a sigh.

   As we waited, I peaked around the area with binoculars to see anything
that didn't look right.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and I did one
last area check over the radio.  All stations reported in with no unusual
activity.  I fixed my binoculars on the door the girls exited every day. 
The door swung open, and they both came out.  The clothes they were wearing
was something a star would wear if they wanted to blend in with the regular
public.  Jeans, long sleeve shirts, hats, and sunglasses were all they were
sporting.  I saw my driver get out, and open the door for them.  They got
in without noticing anything wrong, and the driver closed the door.  He
gave me a small nod, and I called out on the radio, "The package is in the
nest.  All teams move out to rally point Alpha 1."

   My driver kicked the vehicle into gear, and we pulled closer to the
limo, which was just pulling out on to the road.  The plan was to follow
them from a distance just to insure nothing went wrong.  Another block back
would be more team members, and a few blocks ahead, was another.  Half way
to the drive to the airport, I gave the driver the go ahead to release the
gas.  After a minute, he reported back both subjects were now sleeping.  I
told him good work, as we continued to the airport.

   Traffic was worse than anticipated, but the limo was able to get through
most of it, while my vehicle and the one behind us, were delayed for
several minutes.  We arrived about 5 minutes late, just as the girls were
being loaded into the plane, which was firing up and ready to take off. 
Once they were successfully loaded, some of the members were going to stay
in California, and I gave them each a briefcase, with $50,000 dollars in
each.  We shook hands, I thanked them for their services, the remainder of
us got into the plane, and it took off right on time.  All the men sat down
with the exception of the doc, and all found their suitcases underneath the
seats.  I thanked them also, and told them they would be dropped off in
Florida.  None of them knew where the girls were going next, as they were
on a "need to know" basis, and they didn't need to know.  They knew this,
and didn't question it.  If they only knew that I planned on taking them to
Nigeria, and hopefully screw the hell out of them.

   I left the main cabin and walked to the back of the plain.  I opened the
door that lead to the special chamber I had prepared.  I converted it into
a fully functional medical center, with 2 tables.  Mike was preparing some
equipment as I entered and closed the door.  He glanced at me as I took a
seat off to the right.  The girls looked so perfect, sleeping peacefully.
It was hard to keep myself under control, but I knew this was not the time
nor place to do anything sexual.  That kind of stuff would have to wait
until we got to a secure location.

   Mike inserted an IV needle into both of the girls arms, this way it
would be easier to administer more medicine if need be to keep them
sleeping.  He monitored their vitals, to ensure no ill effects were taking
place.  I sat, watching him work, and glancing at the girls.  Mike was the
only one in the whole team that knew my intentions.  I felt I should let
him in on it, because he had a much bigger role in it.

   After landing in Florida the men left the plane quickly; and took of in
cars waiting for them.  The plane was quickly being refueled, plus the
pilot was outside having a quick smoke.  As we sat there, I couldn't help
but be nervous, but the odds of something happening were low.  We were at a
private airport owned by a friend, no one else knew about this besides my
men, and I knew they wouldn't talk.  About 10 minutes later, the plane was
ready to go, and we were quickly back in the air, on our way to Nigeria.

   I was so nervous about the whole operation; I had hardly slept in the
past few days.  I told Mike and the pilot that I was going to catch a quick
nap.  Mike assured me the girls would not wake up, and that their health or
life was in no danger.  With that assurance, I lie down on the couch in the
main area, and quickly fell asleep.

   I was only planning on taking a small nap, but I slept the entire trip.
I awoke when the plane jumped after making first contact with the runway.
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I looked out the window, happy to be in
Nigeria.  I got on the phone, called my driver; just to make sure he was
waiting for us.  As the plane came to a stop, I popped open the door, and
saw my transport waiting for me.  I called my driver over to the plane, and
he ran quickly over.  The beds the twins were sleeping on also had a
military type transport platform, much like the cots used in battle to move
wounded soldiers around.  With the driver on the other end, I helped carry
one of them off the plane and to the hummer waiting for them.  I outfitted
it to fit these cots perfect and to secure them in place.  Mike and the
pilot handled the other, and when the driver assured me it was secure, I
closed the back hatch.

   I turned around, shook the pilot's hand, thanked him for the safe trip,
and got into the hummer.  Mike jumped into the back, and we drove to my
mansion.  Although we were far from danger, I was still a little on edge,
just wanting to get them into the east wing.

   We arrived, 3 of my servants were waiting by the door.  Along with the
driver, they quickly got the girls out of the car, and carried them into
the house.  I walked behind them; still hardly believing my plan had gone
so well.  As we got to the east wing door, they stopped.  I had the lock on
the 6-inch solid marble doors, fitted with a system that would only open if
I pressed my hand upon a panel.  I did so, and the doors slowly opened. 
The girls were quickly moved to one of the rooms, where they were placed on
special beds that the cots fit onto.

   After I was happy with their work, I excused my servants.  They closed
the door, and now we come to the present of my little story.  I was in the
same room as these 2 stunning young women, and I could do anything I wanted
to them.  Mike had told me the drugs that were keeping them asleep would
probably wear off in less than an hour.  I approached the 2 cots, which
were at about waist level.  The girls, looking as pretty as ever, slept
peacefully.  Their perfume was filling the room, and its smell was
intoxicating.

   "I can't believe I did it.  I really did it," I spoke softly to myself.
I reached out my hands, and ran them through both of the girl's hair.  It
was so soft, and my cock instantly went hard.  I softly rubbed their faces,
and headed down to their chest.

   "No, I shouldn't.  Not this way," I said out loud, and walked to the
door.  I turned to take one last look, then headed out.  As I left the east
wing, the doors closed behind me.  I walked over to my main control room,
and sat down in the seat.

   I didn't mention this before, but I had some other things installed in
the east wing.  I have every single corner covered with camera,
microphones, and speakers.  At any time, I can zoom in on anything in the
entire east wing.  With the amount of money I spent, and the sophistication
of the equipment, I can zoom in a fly wherever it may land, and it will
take up the entire viewing screen.  All of this equipment is hooked up to
about 12 30 inch flat screen TV's.  I can assign however many screens I
want to show the image on one camera.  For example, I could set a camera to
show its view on 4 TV's, or 10 TV's.  With no viewable seams in between the
screens, it was perfectly put together.  I paid a pretty penny for this
sucker.  Also incorporated is a very advanced recording system for obvious
reasons.  And now, I shall let you in on another part of my plan.

   My doctor friend, Mike, wasn't only just keeping them asleep with
medicine.  He was also administering another drug, that when in effect,
shall cause their sexual urges to increase.  It's an experimental drug, but
Mike assured me he has had very good results in tests on other humans.  I
trust him a lot on this, but I know he wouldn't do anything to harm them.
If the drugs have the proper effects, I shall record the girls
masturbating, and then use that to bribe them to do whatever I want.

   I moved the camera to zoom in on the girls; they just lay there
sleeping.

   "Paul," a voice said from behind me, startling me.  It was Mike.

   "Jesus, you scared me."

   "Sorry," he said looking at the screen.  "Like I said before, they
should wake up within the hour, perhaps sooner.  When they wake up, they
will be disorientated, not knowing where they are.  I don't know their
personalities very much, they might be scared, or they might be angry, we
shall have to see.  They will probably explore their limitations; meet the
other people in there with them.  If they do start to loose control or
start screaming, you should establish some kind of contact over the
speakers.  Tell them their situation, and there is nothing they can do
about it.  If they choose to ignore you, they will not find a way to get
out, I have been assured of that."

   "I agree, I was unable to find a way out of the wing myself.  It's very
secure," I commented.

   "The next meal they eat should trigger the drug I gave them.  Within 20
minutes of eating, they shall feel a strong sexual desire.  Whatever way
they choose to relieve this desire, shall be favorable to you since every
area is covered by cameras, including the bathrooms."

   "I agree."

   He looked away from the screen and at me.  "You shouldn't have any
problems from now on, and I hope my work has been satisfactory."

   "It has indeed Mike," I said as I shook his hand.  "You shall find your
payment in the car awaiting to take you to the airport.  If I have any
problems, I shall contact you."

   "All I can say is, have fun my friend.  Those are 2 very pretty
specimens you have there.  Perhaps you can hook me up with some of the
video ," he said with a smile.  I smiled back, and released my grip.  He
walked to the door, and exited the room.

   I turned back to the monitors, and looked again at the girls.  The view
was at about a 45-degree angle from the ceiling, and the picture was very
clear and crisp.  I just looked back and forth between them, hoping they
would wake up soon, so I can find out what they will do.

   "Knock knock," rang out as someone knocked on the door.  It scared me a
little.

   "Enter."

   "I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but you have a phone call," my servant
said through a crack in the door.  It was then I realized I didn't install
a phone in here, damnit.  I got up and walked behind him to the nearest
phone.  It's Carl, one of my assistant managers.  Christ, he's probably
freaking out about something.

   "Paul!  We have big problems here!  One of the employee's has been..." I
started to ignore him, cause I knew he was dragging on about nothing.  He
freaks out about the dumbest things.  I had to stand there and listen to
him for over 40 minutes as he went crazy about a bunch of things.  I
couldn't wait to say goodbye to him, and I ran back to the control room. 
Both girls are still sleeping, good.  I didn't miss anything.

   "Well, they should be waking up soon." I sat back down, checked out some
other parts of the wing.  I made sure the servants that were there weren't
doing anything improper.  One was making some snacks for the girls, and the
other was cleaning up a room.  As I looked away from the girl's room for a
moment, one of them moved.  I glanced back, and saw one of them rustling
around.

   "Oh boy, here we go." I still didn't know who was who, but one of the
twins was now moving.  She rubbed her eyes, and sat up.  She looked over to
her sister, and her eyes got really big.

   "Ashley!  Ashley are you ok?" she called out as she jumped down from the
bed.  She shook her sister lightly, and tried to get her to wake up.  After
a short time, she did wake up, and asked her sister what was going on.

   "I don't know, I don't remember anything.  How did we get here?"

   "I think the question is Mary Kate, where is here?" Now that I knew who
was who, it was much better.  Ashley walked into the middle of the room,
while MK got out of the bed.  They both looked confused, not sure what to
do.  Ashley walked over to one of the windows, and tried to see if there
was a way to get out.  There was of course, none, so she gave up.  MK
walked to one of the 3 doors in the room, opened it up, and found the
bathroom.  A very spacious bathroom, complete with a stock of their
favorite makeup and shower items.  As MK inspected the bathroom, Ashley
opened another door to find the large walk in closet.  I found out exactly
what they like to wear, and bought a lot of it.  The closet was huge, the
dimensions roughly 10 feet by 20 feet, wall to wall with clothes, shoes,
and anything else they liked to wear.

   "Wow, Mary Kate, you should see this," Ashley called out from the
closet. MK came over, and they both looked around at the clothes, still
trying to figure out what's going on.  I got on my microphone, and told the
servant that made the snacks to bring them to the room.  She got a bunch of
them, along with some refreshments, and carried them to the room the girls
were in.  She knocked on the door, startling both the girls.

   "You stay here, I will get it," Ashley said.  She walked over to the
door, and slowly opened it.

   "Excuse me madam, but would you care for some refreshments?"

   "Ummm...sure," Ashley responded by opening the door.  As my assistant
walked to the middle of the room, MK walked out of the closet.  Both girls
not really sure what to think, just watched her put the tray down on the
middle table.  As she turned to leave, Ashley spoke again.  "Who are you,
and where are we?"

   "I'm sorry madam, I'm not allowed to tell you that," she responded. 
Good, I told her if she tells them anything, she wouldn't be living any
longer.

   "What do you mean?  Who told you that?" Mary Kate asked.

   "I'm sorry madam, I'm not allowed to disclose any information.  My duty
is to serve you in any way I can to make your living arrangements more
comfortable.  Thank you, I shall go now.  If you require anything else, you
may call for me with the phone," she said as she walked out the door,
closing it behind her.  The girls stood for a moment, and then made their
way over to the tray.

   "You know, I am a little hungry," Ashley commented as she sat down at
the small table.  MK sat down besides her as they both nibbled on the
snacks.  I wasn't sure if the small amount of food would be enough to
trigger the drug, cause Mike said their next "meal." I watched the screens,
anticipating the next move by the girls.  They sat silent, slowly consuming
the food.  After most of it was gone, Ashley got up, and walked around the
room again, looking for something.  She spotted the phone on the dresser.

   "Ok, we are getting out of here," she commented as she walked over and
picked it up.

   "What are you doing?" MK asked.

   "I'm calling the police," Ashley replied.  I couldn't help but laugh a
little, cause not only is it impossible for them to get any kind of outside
line, "911" simply doesn't exist here.  She tried for several minutes to
get a dial tone, but to no avail.  Frustrated, she slammed the phone down,
and plopped down on the king size bed.

   "Mary Kate, I have a bad feeling about this."

   "I know what you mean, this is scary," Ashley responded.  "We should see
what's outside that door." MK replied with a nod, and they both walked over
to the door.  Ashley opened it, and they both made their way outside.  They
walked around exploring the limits of their living space, which was
defiantly quite large.  Trying to get some information from the 2 servants
proved to be useless, so they left them alone.  Over 20 minutes had gone
by, so I assumed they didn't eat enough food to put the drug into effect.
As they explored, I was almost getting bored with watching them.  I wanted
to run into there, and just rape them, but I wanted to get some nice
footage.  If the drug didn't have the desired effect so they want to screw
me, I could bribe them with the video clips.

   The 20 minutes turned into 2 hours, of nothing but the girls walking
around, trying to find a loophole in the security system.  Ashley was
getting frustrated and at one point picked up a chair and tossed it at a
window.  After it bounced off, she let out a big sigh.  They ended up back
in the original room; MK plopped down on the bed.  Ashley made it over to
the closet, and peaked inside again.

   "At least whoever kidnapped us has good taste," Ashley grinned.  MK
didn't find it very funny.

   "Ashley, how can you look on the bright side?  We are obviously
somewhere we shouldn't be.  We need to find a way out of here."

   "We looked Mary Kate, there isn't a way.  We might as well make the best
of the situation until we are rescued.  There's no way mom and dad will
stand for this.  They will find a way to get us back," Ashley said in a
definitive voice.  I smirked, I felt like getting on the intercom and
telling them they will never be found, but I wanted to wait to let my
presence be known until the right time.

   The intercom beeped, "Excuse me madam's, but if you would like some
supper, you may come to the dining room," then it clicked off.  The girls
looked at each other, shrugged, and walked to the dining room table.  The
servants cooked them up a feast, defiantly more food than they would ever
eat.  I instructed them to make plenty of food, as I wanted the drug to
kick in.

   The food was very good, and I knew it would be very good.  One of the
servants was my best cook.  I felt it would be worth the sacrifice after
all; my main priority was to keep the twins happy.  The girls were enjoying
the food, and they complimented the servants on the excellent quality. 
They were obviously hungry, as they both ate a ton of food.  After they
were done, they were going to bring the plates to the kitchen, but the
servants stopped them and said they would take care of it.  They just said
ok, and walked back to their room.

   "You know, we are getting better food and service here than we do at
home," Ashley commented as she entered the room.

   "I know, to bad we can't have this place back home," MK said as she sat
down in a chair in front of a big TV.  Curiously, she looked around and
found a remote on the little table next to the chair.  With the push of the
power button, the TV came to life with a ton of channels.  She flipped
though them, and Ashley joined her on a chair a few feet away.  They found
a show and got lost in it.  30 minutes past, and I was getting anxious, as
they weren't showing any kind of signs that the drug was having an effect.

   MK got up and walked over to the bathroom.  I changed my screen to view
the room as she entered.  As she walked over to the toilet, I zoomed in
close.  She unbuttoned her pants, slid them down while bending over.  I
didn't get to see her crotch area, but I now had a fine view of her
beautifully tanned legs.  My cock grew as I watched her take a piss.  Her
legs were so fine looking; I couldn't wait to get to feel them up.  The
trickle of her urine stopped, and she grabbed some toilet paper.  She ran
the paper over her pussy lips and she jumped like a bolt of electricity hit
her.  She let out a loud yelp as her legs flew up in the air, along with
the arm she wasn't using.  She fell right off the toilet, and her face was
one of instant surprise and shock.  With her hands by her sides, and her
legs spread slightly, I got my first view of her little cunt.  It was
completely shaven, pink, and glistening.

   "Mary Kate, are you alright?" Ashley called out through the door,
scaring both MK and me.  She quickly got up and pulled her pants up.

   "Yes, I...I'm fine," she managed to say.  "I think I'm going to take a
shower."

   "Alright," Ashley called through the door and went back to the TV.  MK
stood in the middle of the room still with a look of shock on her face. 
She moved her hand down to her crotch, and gave herself a quick rub through
her pants and panties.  Her knees buckled slightly as she did, and she let
out a quite moan.  Hearing her sweet voice, let out a moan like that, was
so incredibly sexy.  She literally ran over to the shower, cranked it up,
and damn near ripped her clothes off.  Here was one of the twins, the girls
I had longed to have sex with for so long, completely tearing her clothing
off.  Within seconds, she was naked and in the shower.  Her body was
covered with a slight tan, and I switched my views into the shower.  I had
3 cameras at different angles covering the shower so my views of her naked
body were incredible.  She immediately began stroking her pussy furiously.
She grasped one of her B sized breasts and pinched her nipple.  She quickly
ended up on the floor, moaning and groaning at the intense feelings that
were taking over her body.

   "I guess that drug is working it's magic," I said to myself as I took my
cock out of my pants and rubbed it.  As I slowly masturbated while watching
her rub her shaved cunt and feverously grab her breasts, I heard another
moaning coming through the speakers.  I looked back at a different monitor,
and Ashley was sitting up against the bathroom door, pants and panties off,
and her shirt and bra pulled up.  She too was rubbing her cunt and grabbing
her nipples.  Ashley had a small amount of pubic hair, cut into a small
triangle above her labia lips.  Now both girls were masturbating with
amazing force and speed.  Both were moaning and groaning loudly.  I
couldn't decide on who to watch, it was so erotic my own masturbation
increased and my orgasm quickly approached.  With the sound of the Olson
twins screaming in ecstasy while I watched them rub themselves and tweak
their nipples, my orgasm grew into a force of nature.  The buildup was
lasting forever, and I unleashed a huge stream of cum.  The second wave was
just as powerful, then the third, and the forth, it was almost endless. 
The pleasure swept over me as I experience the best orgasm of my life.  As
it died down I almost fell out of my chair.  My hand slowed down, but my
cock remained rock hard.  The girls were still moaning loudly, as they had
not yet achieved orgasm.  I looked on, still hard, and wanting to
experience more.  MK let out a tremendous scream, looked like she went into
a seizure, violently rocking back and forth, with 4 of her fingers driving
in and out of her cunt.  She did this for almost a minute, screaming as
loud as I have ever heard anything in my life.  She slowly stopped moving,
and her fingers crept out of her cunt.  She was breathing heavily, trying
to catch her breath.  I looked over to Ashley, and she looked to be in a
similar state, having just finished a huge orgasm, and she had a damn
puddle on the floor in front of the door.  She was completely on the floor,
breathing hard.  It appeared they had cummed at a similar time, which would
explain why it was so fucking loud.  Both of them were screaming.  I
grabbed a towel, and wiped myself off.  I had a thin layer of plastic put
on all the equipment for exactly the reason of keeping it from being
damaged from my flying cum.

   I looked over to my other counsel, and made sure the recording feature
was still on.  I punched some keys, and checked some of the footage,
perfect.  The quality was as good as live, complete with the audio.

   "Ahh, this is a good day," I said to myself.  "This should be more than
enough to please those that want some footage, and enough to bribe the
girls." I looked back to the girls, and MK had gotten up, and was trying to
walk.  She looked like she was drunk, stumbling over to the towel rack. 
She grabbed one, and sloppily dried herself off.  Her little tits and her
tight little ass were enough to make me want to masturbate again.  She
threw the towel to the floor, and put on a white robe that was hanging next
to the towels.  She stumbled over to the door, tried to open it, and of
course, it wouldn't open with her sister leaning up against it.  Ashley
slowly moved away from the door, and got up.  MK tried again to open the
door, this time it swung open.  There, standing in front of her, was her
sister, naked from the chest down, also breathing heavily.  MK looked down
to her sisters crotch, saw it to be wet, along with most of her inner legs.
She moved her eyes back up to her sisters own.  They stared into each
other's eyes for several moments.  I froze in anticipation, not sure what
was going to happen.  The both moved towards each other, grabbed each
other's shoulders, and locked lips.

   "Uhh..." I managed to sound out as my jaw hit the floor with complete
shock.  "Holy fuck..."



   End of Part 1

   Curious what will happen next?  So am I, cause I haven't written it yet.
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