The Twins:

[CrimsonMaiden]

Robin

Robin writhed on the cot as the itching intensified. Rubbing along the outside of her slit didn't help as it seemed the itch orginated from inside. No matter how bad it got, Robin couldn't bring herself to slide a finger inside. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the frustration of being unable to stop the horrendous itching sensation.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson looked in at Robin and saw she was beginning to squirm and rub her legs together.

When he checked again later she it was obvious that her hands were fidgeting there down below under the coverlet he'd left her, but still her legs were locked tight together, ankles crossed as she pressed her thighs tightly together.

Not much longer now. as Anson smiled to himself.


The third time he passed Robin's cell she was weeping in frustration.

"Here Robin, see if this helps." Anson threw something through the bars that landed on the floor and bounced up onto the cot landing on Robin's belly... heh heh, lucky bounce that

Anson knew the long thick cylinder would have a distinctly familiar shape for Robin. After all he'd fashioned it in his own likeness. Of course Charles Goodyear probably never thought of this as a use for his invention of vulcanized rubber. It was nice and stiff but still bent like the real thing.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

"I'll be back in a bit to see how you're doing my dove."

Anson went to help his brother with the two gypsy girls. Anson laughed when he saw Bertie practically dragging the one by her quim.

"What will it be Bertie, chains or the singletree?" *







OOC:A Singletree is used in butchering to raise an animal by it's hocks. Of course ours will have manacles instead of hooks. In essence the choice here is legs together or legs held apart by this early version of a spreader bar.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Robin

Robin picked up the object that landed on her belly. It was shaped very much like Anson's manhood. I wonder if this will help the itch?

She lay in her cot, squirming and pressing her legs together until the itching became unbearable. In desperation, she grabbed the rubber cock and rubbed it against her slit. Since the itch was within, that didn't help, so Robin finally placed the tip against her opening and pushed. Only a couple of inches entered her but as she moved it in and out, it sank deeper with each stroke. Once she managed to get it all the way inside her, she realized the in and out motion of the cock eased the itchiness. At first, all she felt was relief from the itching, but then, as she moved the rubber cock faster, pleasure began to build in her body. Soon, her hips were rocking, shaking the cot beneath her as she fucked herself.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Rose

Rose gives a muffled scream of pain as she feels fingers inside her, ripping her open. She closes her eyes, hoping its all an awful dream. Suddenly, she feels herself being dragged across the room by her quim. Sobbing, she follows him, as she has no other option. Whichever he chooses, they both sound painful, and she continues her silent prayer in the hope of being saved before they get her maidenhead.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

Once he's released her and used two fingers stuck into her sex to drag her along behind him on tiptoes to where Anson is standing, "Little brother lets do this one upside down, legs good and wide apart.
"Then we can do the other either straddling Devil's Horse or impaled on the Devil's finger.
"Doesn't that sound as if it'll make a lovely tableau?"

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson alsready had the singletree ready, knowing full well that Bertie would want her legs spread apart so he could whip her quim.

They worked in unison, each grabbing an ankle.

"Make a wish?" Anson queried and Bertram laughed as they stretched her legs wide against her struggling before securing her legs to the manacles.

Bertram drew a chain down from the ceiling and attached it to the singletree and began hauling her up.

Anson went to check on the brazier.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

As Anson passed Robin's cell he saw her working the dildo in and out of her quim, the heavy cylinder of rubber was slick and shiny with her juices.

Anson opened the lock and stepped in. He knelt beside the cot and stroked her brow as he watched. He knew the pleasure would be intense but that it would be hard for her to cum because of the way the irritation continued... unless he added to the stimulation.

Anson took hold of both of Robin's teats, between his fingers and started to squeeze and lift until both breasts were stretched tight and would stretch no further.

Then he pulled harder, lifting Robin's back clear off the cot.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

Bertie hauled on the chain until the slut was well off the floor and secured it so he could go over to her.

A quick check showed that she wasn't quite high enough so he returned to the chain and pulled her up a bit more then checked again after securing the chain to the stone wall.

'Just the right height to suck my cock when it's time,' he thinks to himself as he squats in front of her upside down face and says, "I'll only ask this one time slut.
"Don't answer and I'll make you scream until you're screaming out the answer and for longer once you have.
"What's your name slut?"

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Robin

Robin slid the rubber cock in and out of her pussy, trying to ease the itching that burned inside her. The faster she fucked herself the better she felt. The pleasure was intense, but no matter how hard she slammed the rubber cock into her wet pussy, release would not come. The cell door creaked and a hand brushed across her brow. Robin looked up to see Anson kneeling beside her cot.

She gasped as his fingers closed around her breasts and began to squeeze and pull. Further and further he stretched them until pain shot through her body. She arched her back trying to get some relief from the pain, but it was no use. Anson kept pulling and her upper body lifted right off the cot.

Even through the pain, Robin kept slamming the cock into her pussy, trying to stop the burning irritation.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson thought that would do the trick but though Robin apparently hadn't acquired the "trigger" release Anson wanted from her, not yet at least.

He lowered her back to the cot and released the abused nipples which immediately began to swell and harden as blood poured back into them making them prickly with sensation. But he knew she'd need more pain and another pain enhanced orgasm, if not several if he really intended her to become a pain slut.

Then he could start teaching her how to help the brothers. Anson had always wanted a "sister" to help him and Bertie think of totally new abuses. It was only the 'fresh meat' that kept them interested. But after a while they grew tired of this or that girl and had to get another. He wanted more. He hadn't told Bertie about this idea yet but Bertie and Anson thought so much alike.... Anson had no doubts.... and if it didn't work out, it would be fun trying... and he could always try again.

As he revisited these thoughts Anson tied a loop of twine around each of Robin's teats, keeping them bulged and hard. He wrapped a piece of light rope around the base of Robin's left breast, once, twice, thrice, each turn tighter than the previous. Then a final wrap to tie it off, using a carriage hitch to get leverage fully tighten and snug down the rope and tie it off. The breast meat displaced by the rope bulged above the wrapping, the skin tightening and slowly turning red on it's way to crimson and purple.

Anson repeated the process with Robin's right breast. All the while Robin didn't miss a stroke with the dildo. Anson slipped a loop around Robin's neck and the webbing of the cot, just tight enough that she couldn't slip it over her chin or slide down to the foot of the bed. He lengths of the same light rope to the foot posts long enough to reach Robin's waist but not her tits. He looped on around each wrist and tied them off.

Now Robin could continue to fuck herself but she couldn't do anything about her tits. The irritation in her quim might be her primary focus now but those tit leashes would take center stage real soon.

Anson left to select a nice flogger... and to see how Bertie was doing.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson looked in on Bertie and he was using a tawse on her. The girl swung back and forth under the impacts. Anson could see Bertie's arms and shoulder flex as he put some real power to each stroke.

The girl sobbed. Anson laughed and "tested" the flogger he'd chosen. Each time her motion swung her towards Anson he lashed out and hit whatever part of her that was conveniently close. Sometime it was her ass, somtimes her thighs. Anson really enjoyed the way she jerked from the singletree when she took one across the front of her thighs.

Anson eyed the plump cleft between her legs but restrained himself, not for the girl's sake but because he knew Bertie would want to. Besides, it needed to be plucked first.

Anson squatted and started aiming for the girls tits, after all, that was his intended use for the flogger and he did have to "test" it.

Bertie strident voice rang out again.

"Come on girl. Give it up! Your Name!!" Oh ho, thought Anson, wasn't she the plucky one, trying to hold out.

He had just the ticket.

"Bertie, if she won't tell you her name, let's give her a new one.

They lowered the recalcitrant girl to the ground, and put her into a fetal position and manacled her arms together and attached them to the single tree, and propped her up onto her knees. She lay there on the cold floor with her ass exposed and thrust high into the air.

Anson fetched the irons.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Robin

Robin gasped softly when he left go of her breasts... the tingling in her nipples adding to the growing tension in her body. She watched as he wrapped rope around her breasts and then tied her wrists. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't raise her arms past her waist.

The throbbing of her cunt drove her to continue the forceful fucking with the rubber cock, for each time she slowed, the itching returned full force. In her innocence, it never occurred to her to play with her clit to release the tension built up inside her.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Rose

She stares at both men through teary eyes. How was she supposed to give her name when she was still gagged? She supposed they were toying with her. Swinging backwards and foewaeds, she began to feel sick and faint.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

[OOC: Whoops, guess who forgot. *L @ myself]


Bertram removes the gag now that his questions been asked so she can reply and the begins kneading her tits as he waits to see if she'll reply or not, and if not then her pain will begin.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Rose

Sobbing, in barely a whisper, she replies "Rose. Now please let me go"

 

[ozme52]

..

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"Ahhh, a name as pretty as the slut whose it is.
"Well now Rose my big brother and I are going to give you a wonderful decorations and then I have another surprise that you'll just love."

 

[ozme52]

Anson

The irons glowed red hot. A bit too hot really and Anson and Bertie would use the time to torment Rose, the young gypsy girl.

They had her in the perfect position. The full plane of her hindquarters was exposed and in the air. Her knees far enough apart that the lips of her furry quim were parted and Anson could see the wet pink interior. Her asscheeks were taut and separated, exposing the brown roesebud of her anus to his view as well.

Rose was looking at him from under her curls as he approached her rear and showed her the glowing irons and she began to cry, trying to tell them something in that course gutteral tongue the gypsies called a language.

Anson laughed and almost wondered if she spoke much of the King's English at all or was just too scared right now to protest in English.

Anson passed Bertie his iron. "Who first?"

Bertie laughed. "Let's do it alphbetical this time. You first, I'll finish. But we'll string her back up afterward."

"Like this or before?" Anson asked.

"Haven't decided." was the answer.

Bertie straddled the Rose's back, despite her position, neither wanted to take the chance she would buck, it would be a pity to ruin such a fine canvas.

Rose's eyes widened with terror.

Anson dipped his iron into a bucket of water which bubbled and boiled as it touched the iron. He lifted it and the iron steamed and audibly sizzled.

He steadied his hand, pointing the 'A' at her right cheek, on the inner curve and close to her furry cunny.

Anson smiled almost beatifically and pressed the hot iron home!!!

He heard it sizzle for the fraction of a second it took for the girls nerves to register the outrage and send their messages through her spine and to her brain.

The first impulse fed back directly to her legs as she futiley tried to kick out, Bertie rode her well and Anson had expected it, the iron never slipped from it's position. The second impulse reached her brain a fraction later and the sizzle was drowned out by the shriek that emanated from her mouth. Realized she was permanently marked, the tears flowed and Rose wailed for this... and her future losses.

Anson pulled the iron back, admiring the still scarlet 'A' imprinted on her bum near her fanny. Perfect. She was his now.



A



Of course... Anson and Bertie shared everything......



OOC: Happy Birthday Shy!!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

He straddles her once she's on the floor again and uses his weight and strength to restrain her as Anson marks her arse with the hot iron and they smile at each other as she shrieks and screams.

As she sobs Bertram rises and rolls her over and indicated for Anson to straddle and sit on her thighs and Bertie does the same thing but sitting on her just below her breasts facing Anson.

"Ready little brother?"

At Anson's nod and grin Bertie applies the iron to her belly just at the top edge of the thatch of curly hair covering her sex. The skin sizzles for a few moments as she bucks and screams again and Bertie says to Anson with a grin, "My thanks for letting me help give her the gift little brother."

When the branding iron's lifted a deep red letter decorates her lower belly just abover her sex.

Tis a B to show his part of the joint owership of the slut.

"Now brother, care to assist me in decorating the slut and giving her another gift?"

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson laughed.

"Perhaps in a bit. My flogger and I have an appointment."

Anson retrieved the two irons and returned them to the brazier to reheat.

His dove should be ready for some... stimulation.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

He and Anson watch the slut as she curls up around the new pain, that is until it pulls Anson't brand then she straightens out again.

He hauls her up again until she's once more at the height he wished and locks it in place again and walks over and says, "Now don't go anywhere," he chuckles as he stands and goes to a cabinet and then returns with a pincushion full of pins with colorful glass beads as heads.

He sits on the floor in front of her and pulls out a pin as he says, "Now Rose let me make your tits as lovely as your name."

He pinches a nipple and uses it to lift her tits back onto her chest then slowly pushes the pin into the firm flesh until the colorful head indents her soft skin then chooses another and adds it just as slowly.

He continues until he has curved colorful lines leading to her areola and he circles it with more pins before choosing a bright red one and as he holds her breasts it's slowly pushed into the center of her nipple until the glass bead if tight against it's tip.

He smiles and his cock throbs and twitches as she screams and thrashes, then chooses another pin and begins on her other breast.

It continues until all of it too is decorated with colored glass balls indenting the skin and a bright red one right in the cener of this nipple too.

Then Bertie takes a wider pin out of the pin chushion and slowly pushes it sideways through the one he's just pinned so it sticks out all of the way through it and repeats in her other nipple.

Standing Bertie turns from pain to pleasure.

"Now Rose you lovely decorated slut you will use your mouth and tongue on my cock until I've cum and you've swallowed all of my seed.
"No teeth if you want to keep yours that is and do well as I'll enjoy giving you pleasure the same way slut," he says as his finger push her pussy lips even wider apart in preparation to licking and sucking her sex as she uses her mouth on him for the first time, but for sure not the last time she'll have a cock in her mouth nor male seed either.


(Hope you enjoyed your "gifts" Shy and a very happy birthday. *BS*)

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Rose

Rose sighed with relief as she was dumped on the floor, hoping this nightmare was over. But before she had time to relax, she was being hauled into a different position, and being shown what she recognised as being branding irons, and told of decorations. She screamed and started hurling abuse at them, in her terror it all came out in her mother tongue. She screamed and bucked as the nicer twin pressed his into her ass cheek, sobbing as she realised she was now permanantly marked. Even if they did let her go, who would want her now?

Suddenly, she was flipped over, and being burnt again. She screamed, called them all sorts of names that they didnt understand. Sobbing, she curled up into a ball. But the twins were having none of this, and strung her up again. She was still in so much pain and whimpering from it that she didnt realsie til too late what else they had planned for her. He began transferring some pins from a pincushion, using her as a pincushion. She screamed and writhed in pain, wishing herself dead, so she could be free from it all.

She was vaguely aware of him requesting his cock in her mouth. Summoning up the very last little bit of anger she had, she screamed at him again. "I will do no such thing. EVER!"

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson returned to Robin's cell. She was still working the dildo in and out of her cunny with a furious intent, Anson didn't think she'd noticed his returne.

Her breasts had swollen and turned a shade bordering on purple, the skin taut, especially taut around the aureola and nipples. The differences in their color hardly discernable from the rest of her tit.

Anson raised the flogger and brought it down against Robin's bulging tits.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"Oh you won't, won't you slut," Bertie says to her then walks to the wall and lifts down a leather strap that's been cut into several long strips and has a wooden handle attatched.

Walking back again, "When you've begged me to suck on my prick like a good little slut, I just may stop," he says as his arm lifts and the strap drops back over his shoulder.

He swings it downward. It cuts through the air and the leather strips smack onto her open pussy and wrap around to hit her ass and it's tight opening too with a resounding *SMACK!* that echos in the dungeon, as do her screams as he draws his arm back again while walking around her.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* The strap's tails hit one ass cheek and then the other, the tips of the strips digging into the tender undersides of the cheeks and the crease where ass cheek meets thigh.

When it drops away after the second one there are bright red marks from the under sides of her ass to the middle of each rounded cheek.

He walks around her again and once more draws back his arm as he watches her body as it jerkes and twists trying to escape the inescapable pain and smiles at her sounds of pain and how her lovely decorated tits are bouncing.