The Twins:

Anson

Her body may have been limp and unresisting but Anson could feel her milking him deep in her quim. There was no telling how much fight Robin had left in her but she was now fighting both Anson and her own body.

Anson picked up the riding crop and began lightly tapping the flat leather snapper against Robin's labia and clit.

The small sting created more ripples of pleasure for him as Robin's quim clasped and throbbed around his cockshaft.

Robin's quim began t slowly redden as more and more blood came to the surface of her skin, charging all the nerve endings as the sting merged with the pleasure.

Her hips began to buck.
 
Robin

Robin's body twitched when the crop smacked against her tender nether lips. Her fingers curled into fists, the nails digging into the flesh of her palm as she fought against the overwhelming sensations which invaded her. Her head thrashed from side to side as pleasure washed across her. Every nerve within her cried out and she trembled with need. Unconsciously, she rocked her hips against him, driving his cock deeper inside her soft walls.

"Please... enough," she begged, desperate to be released from the forced debauchery of which her body was a willing participant, even if her mind was not.
 
Anson

"Aaahhhh my pretty.." Anson near swooned in pleasure hearing Robin's pleas to end it. She was fucking him like he'd never been fucked before. Anson and Bertram's cruelty had gotten many reactions from many helpless women but never one that was so pleasing in so many ways.

Her body gave his body pleasures physical that all but sucked the essence from him as would a laboratory vacumn chamber.

Her mind tormented by the betrayal of her body yet still resisting fed his psyche, his need to dominate and torture, a thrill that he could not have described. Like a positive feedback loop. Usually ultimately frustrated by his victim's reactions, they usually soon died under his insensate cruelty.

But this positive feedback.... Anson had to have more.

His rhythm fucking into Robin increased, the tapping of the riding crop increased in intensity and frequency (yet not so hard as to cause anything but further stimulation) his free hand diddled with Robin's clit between impacts.

"More!! More!!!"
 
Robin

Robin's pleas were ignored. In fact, they seemed to further arouse Anson. The intensity of the licks hitting her lips and clit increased and between them, his fingers stroked her swollen nub.

"No, no, no," she chanted even as her body bucked against his, seeking the touch of the crop, of his fingers... the feeling of his cock buried deep inside her pussy.

Incoherently, she babbled, "Please... stop... Please... don't," her mind no longer sure if she was pleading for him to stop or pleading for him not to. She writhed on the table, her exhausted body screaming for rest and release at the same time.
 
Anson

Anson hauled on Robin's arm and drew her upright to a sitting position. This changed the angle and pressure on his cock as he continued fucking into her. Now each stroke caused the entire length of his cockshaft to friction against her clit.

And Anson could fondle and caress Robin's tits. He tweaked and pulled and stretched her nipples, bringing them to hardness. The harder they became the more he abused them, keeping Robin stimulated above and below.

Anson's attentions with the crop now switched to Robin's hardened nipples and he swatted them hard enough to stimulate. He knew she would be extra sensitive, he had beat her hard earlier, and used that knowledge to drive her, like he drove the team of horses, towards yet another orgasm.

"Spend for me darling Robin and I'll let you rest a bit. One more time little dove."

Anson felt Robin raise her legs and they wrapped around his waist and he would later swear she was urging him on to greater effort as he continued fucking in and out, in and out.
 
Bertram:

He continue the movement of his hand fucking her arse and now added a new experience for her to enjoy at the same time.

Bertie walked around her and leaned forward so he could suck her noosed clit inbetween his lips and lick it, flick it with his tongue as he sucked on it and fucked her arse and the same time to fill her with pleasure, the pain she's giving herself as well as the stroking of her arse alll at one time.
 
Maria could not believe what all was happening to her. And then her clit was being licked and sucked on. She had never felt anything like that before. Her backside was loose at this point and easily accepting the carved phallus. Soon she could not help but orgasm. As he clit was being licked and sucked on she released a spray of cum. This was the first orgasm she ever had and it was mighty powerful.

Surely her rapist got a mouthful. The thought of this gave her some satisfaction....
 
Bertram:

He was a bit surprised by the release of her pleasure liquid when she had her first orgasm, but not a bit put off by it. Quite the opposite in fact as he avidly, and not at all quietly, slurpped and lapped it up to swallow and drink until she's finished and is twitching as the aftershocks and added thrills from his licking and lapping are all that remain of her orgasmic release.

Then, to add to any humiliation she may be feeling as a result of what's just occured, "Little brother," he calls out to Anson, "this slut's quite a squirter when she releases her lust and passion and it's quite tasty at that.
"Oh and by the way it was from having her ass fucked by one of the wooden pricks as I licked her passion nubbin in case you want a taste and drink yourself later on."

Then, laughing, he squats in front of her and wipes his wet face on her breasts to dry it as he says to her, "Very tasty indeed slut and be sure I'll be back for more and do more with you.
"However, you must excuse me now for a bit. Why don't you hang there and watch as I play with the other new toy for a bit and give you further ideas of what's in store for you later one... slut."
"And so you shan't be bored I'll leave that toy in your tight little arse to keep you company squirting little slut," he says laughing as he stands and fucks it up and down her ass a couple of times as it's twisted side to side.

Then he leaves it buried inside her and walks over to the other new play toy and squats in front of her and uses her hair to lift her head and ask, "Are you now ready to play too my new lil slutty toy?
"The other wench squirted while having her jollies will you do the same for me as I fuck you instead of.. or perhaps with.. a toy in you too?"
 
Rose

Rose sobbed silently into her gag as the evil twin turned his attentions to her, grabbing her hair.

"Are you now ready to play too my new lil slutty toy? The other wench squirted while having her jollies will you do the same for me as I fuck you instead of.. or perhaps with.. a toy in you too?"

Looking at him, she pleads with her eyes, shakes her head. "Let me go" she silently begs.
 
Bertram:

"I'll ask one more time.... slut.
"Will you cooporate or will I have to begin to teach you what happens to sluts who choose not to do what and as they're told to do?"
 
Robin

Anson grabbed her arm and hauled her upwards. Robin gasped as the changed in position brought more friction to her throbbing clit. She could feel the length of his cock slide against it as he pumped in and out of her. She moaned as his fingers pinched and twisted her nipples. She didn't want to show any reaction, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying what he was going to her, but she couldn't help it. The sensations flowing through her body were too powerful for her to remain silent.

When he brought the crop up to slap against her abused nipples, she felt another flood of wetness leak from her pussy. The need for release was growing stronger and she wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him futher inside her as the tension in her body built to be almost unbearable.

Not realizing she was speaking aloud, the words tumbled from her mouth, "Almost there... more, more..."
 
Anson

Anson could feel the change in Robin. Her quim was hot and molten. She was now definitely coming on, fucking him as he fucked her. Muscles rippling along his cockshaft milking the cum from him.

"More more" A moaned whimper. Robin was holding herself upright, digging at his hips with her heels spurring Anson on to thrust deeper and harder. She hunched her back bringing even more contact, more friction between cock and clit.

Anson cupped one breast in his hand, holding it like one would hold a tennis ball, presenting it for view... or punishment. The crop continued its metronomic beat now slapping down on the upheld nipple. Robin thrust her chest out.

"Yessssss" Anson almost hissed.
 
Robin

Robin dug her heels into Anson's hips, pulling him into her with each thrust. His cock rubbed against her swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure running through her in waves. He grabbed her breast and held it up, rapping her nipple repeatedly with the crop. The pain had long since turned to pleasure and she thrust her chest out to receive more of the stinging bliss on her nipple.

She bucked against his cock, driving him deeper and deeper inside her and the tension in her body built to overflowing. "Oh god!" she screamed as the orgasm exploded within her.
 
Anson

Robin's tits practically glowed red as Anson relentlessly applied the riding crop.

Their hips bucking together so hard Anson practically slammed his bollocks against the table, fortunately padded.

She screamed as her body spasmed into another orgasm, Anson joining her, their groins all but merged as if some kind of four-legged beast, Anson's hands clawed into Robin's ass as he tried to bury himself even farther within her as the crop fell discarded to the floor.

When it was over and Robin's body was only softly shuddering a bit Anson, still locked within her womb, tilted her face up and kissed her deeply. Then...

"You liked that didn't you my little dove?"
 
Robin

As her screams echoed through the room, Anson's fingers dug for purchase, clawing into her ass, trying to pull her further onto his cock. Thier coupling took on a frenzied pace as the spasms wracked Robin's body. Warmth flooded inside her as Anson spewed hot cum into her throbbing pussy.

As the spasms subsided, Robin leaned against him, her body exhausted, her mind barely awake. Anson was still buried deep within her and he lifted her head, which lolled against his shoulder and kissed her deeply.


"You liked that didn't you my little dove?" The only response he got was a single tear rolling down her cheek.
 
Anson

Anson brought over a basin of warm water and gently sponged the sweat off of Robin's body. He coo'ed soothing words to her about how well she did and wasn't it better when she didn't fight him.

He also brought her a cup of tea and made her drink it all, lest Robin become dehydrated. She resisted claiming to be too tired bu Anson brooked no disobedience and did not desist until it was all down and swallowed.

Anson then cradled Robin in his arms and took her to a cell and gently lay her on the cot. He even threw a light coverlet over her.

Robin was instantly asleep as Anson left, threw the bolt and snapped the padlock shut.

Anson looked at the pocket watch in his waistcoat and smiled. About 4 hours from now his dear little Robin would be in desparate need of the brothers' attentions. Anson had put a large dose of Cantharides in Robin's tea.
 
Robin

The extreme swing between gentleness and roughness set Robin off balance. She could yell, scream, and cry when he acted like a monster, but she was at a loss when he treated her gently as he was doing now. He used warm water and sponged the sweat from her body and then forced her to drink a cup of tea.

Her mind and body were already shutting down from exhaustion when he scooped her up and carried her some distance before laying her down. She was asleep before she ever left his arms. Fevered dreams haunted her sleep, and she awoke some time later when a searing pain tore across her stomach.

She just made it to a bucket sitting in the corner before vomit erupted from her mouth, which burned like fire. Still, the pain in her stomach didn't abate, and she screamed.

What have they done to me? she thought as another stream of vomit spewed from her mouth.
 
Anson

Anson heard the retching. What the hell? It wasn't that much Spanish Fly he'd given her. He hoped she'd retained enough. He wanted her begging him to help her.

In the meantime Anson fired up the gas brazier he and Bertie had installed. He pulled down the two irons, an ornate "A" and "B", and set them to heating up.
 
Rose

"I'll ask one more time.... slut. Will you cooporate or will I have to begin to teach you what happens to sluts who choose not to do what and as they're told to do?"

Sobbing her heart out, she looks for some way to escape, trying to block his voice out. She looks for the other twin, hoping he'll take pity on her. She completely ignores the one who's harassing her.
 
Robin

Robin lay panting on the cot, dry heaves wracking her body. The tea, he must have put something in the tea. Finally, the aching in her gut subsided, and she drifted back to sleep. Not long after, she awoke again, this time a strange irritation between her legs. She lay still for a moment, but the irritation grew worse and escalated to a full blown itch.

She squeezed her legs together, trying to block out the feeling between her legs but it was no use. The itching grew worse and soon her hand was between her thighs, rubbing feverishly.
 
Bertram:

He stands up again and lets her hair go so her head drops down again and calls out to Anson, "Little brother, this is yet another disobedient slut."

"What do you think about a paddle with holes for her tight round ass and a tawse for her titties?
"Sound like appropriate impliments to change her attitude to obeying and cooperating to you," he asks as his hand rubs her ass and he watches Anson and the slut he's with at the same time.
 
Anson

"I think she should beg us to take her maidenhead Bertie." Anson replied.

"Let's tie her by her heels from the rafter, over a large tun of water. She'll be able to keep her nose and mouth clear as long as she keeps her back bent. We'll see how strong those gypsie belly muscles are.... and think how nice she'll look swinging when you paddle her."
 
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Bertram:

"Hmmm, do you think two slut's upside down would be good picture big brother or should we come up with another position for her that enhances how the other slut with the faux prick in her ass looks?
"Perhaps spreadeagled from the rafters right in front of the other fucktoy so she can't help but watch what'll happen?
"Or do you have another idea?"
 
Anson

"Put the other on the horse. See if her legs are strong enough to save her quim."


Anson looked towards the brazier and was pleased. The irons were already beginning to glow.
 
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Bertram:

"What a good idea little brother and if they can save her from having the wooden prick from being shoved all of the way up her arse as well," Bertie laughed as a fingertip slide into the slut's pussy and another into her arse hole and he pulled up stretchting them both open.
 
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