The Twins - Part 2

The Twins - Part 2

Peter

At first, I couldn’t understand why Peter had sent me his text last night. I mean, I’m not his mother. I realised why immediately, of course, when he subsequently sent me the photo of the girl whom I assumed was his hot bitch for the night. I had to admit though that she did look good and as we often shared girls, I hoped I would have the opportunity to give her one as well. I would have sent him a pic of the girl I had just spent the night with, but she wasn’t that great. Worse than that, she was one of those clingy types, and I had a hard job getting her to leave once she had made me breakfast. She left angrily shouting that we were finished which was fine by me as I hadn’t realised that we’d even started.

I was just about to leave when another text came through from Dave:

“Knackered but happy and satisfied. Plus, she has a twin and their fantasy is to double date other twins. Up for it? You will be up when you see her.”

An attachment showed the same girl, or it might have been the twin I suppose, wearing panties and what must have been a wet top as you could clearly see the outline of her breasts and her erect nipples. I replied immediately simply asking where and when and was delighted when he suggested tonight at 7.00 p.m. and gave me an address. Although I did have a date, it was one I was happy to call off from as “twins on twins” presented an interesting and intriguing prospect.

I had my usual Saturday, played football in the morning then went to support our local team in the afternoon. Surprised that Dave had failed to show at either of these, I texted him to ask if it was still on for tonight. “You bet”, was his reply and I began to think that this girl must really be hot if it kept Dave away from his football. Saturday night was likely to be far more exciting than the match I had just watched. His last text asked me to bring his shaving gear which given he’d spent a night away was understandable.

I arrived at the address a bit late and soaking wet as it had been raining heavily and David had taken the car we shared the night before. The door was opened by one of the twins dressed in black skin-tight leggings which could have been painted on and a black crop top revealing the girl’s lovely cleavage and stomach. At first. I thought she was rather tall, until I noticed she was wearing stiletto heels which must have added a few inches to her height.

“I’m Peter, Dave’s brother,” I said to introduce myself.

“You poor thing, you must be soaked right through” she said, “Let me take your coat and would you remind removing your shoes?”

My shoes were certainly wet and muddy so I was happy to remove them and would have been happy to remove anything else that she asked me to. I handed her the bag in which I had brought Dave’s gear and followed her into the living room asking if Dave was here.

“Dave will join us shortly,” she replied, “But if you will just close your eyes, I have quite the surprise for you.”

Looking back, it was an extremely stupid thing to do but I was mesmerised by her beautiful body and intrigued by the whole situation. In fact, I was quite excited, at least until she raised her right foot and slammed it down into my left foot. Although I managed to grab hold of her arms, it didn’t stop her from lifting her foot only to crash it down into my right one. Probably because of the pain I was in, she easily broke free from the hold I had on her arms and threw a solid punch into my stomach. Kicking off her shoes, and as I was now doubled over, she placed me in a headlock before hip tossing me over her and on to my back on the floor.

My mind was scrambled and I could not comprehend what was going on. I had to fight back but the next thing I saw was the girl’s knees descending into my midriff in what was the perfect knee drop. If I had been winded before, I was now gasping for breath and totally defenceless. The girl rose and taking a firm grip of my right wrist performed a couple of stepovers, twisting my arm painfully and forcing me over from my front to my back. Now sitting on my back and with me pinned to the floor, she rammed my arm up my back into an armbar.

“That was too easy,” she said, “Thanks for letting me take him on my own.”

I have no idea when the other girl had entered the room and the first I saw of her were her two feet standing at my head. My tormentor had released the armbar but now took hold of both my wrists and pulled me up on to my knees enabling me to see the second girl. Immediately, I recognised her as Carol, the girl who had accused me and my brother of rape.

“Who was it that raped me, you or your brother?” she asked.

“It must have been Dave,” I replied, regretting my response immediately as it began to dawn on me that they must already have interrogated Dave. That was why he was missing.

“The strange thing is,” Carol continued, “David claimed it was you. Who am I to believe?”

“Where is Dave?” I asked, “Is he with the other twin?”

Both girls laughed and explained that the “twin” story was just to spike our interest. The point of the exercise was to identify who had raped Carol and to administer appropriate punishment.

“Linda,” Carol explained, “is a History buff and a great fan of the methods of the Spanish Inquisition”.

“And nobody lies to the Spanish Inquisition,” Linda chimed in.

I had no idea what they were talking about but unfortunately was about to find out. Carol briefly left the room returning with a pair of handcuffs and more worryingly, a pair of scissors. Once Carol had handcuffed my wrists behind my back, Linda told me to stand and turn around to face her and Carol. Despite my humiliation at her hands, Linda still looked beautiful but annoyingly, had this perpetual smile on her face as if she was enjoying every moment. Carol, on the other hand was all business, clearly seeking answers and revenge.

“I will now strip you and apply some minor torture”, said Carol in a very matter of fact way, “Your reaction will help us determine your guilt or otherwise.”

“Linda will then set you a challenge,” she continued, “and again we will compare your performances to those of your brother”.

Given that my hands were handcuffed behind my back, Carol had to use the scissors to cut the shirt from my body. She then opened my fly, pulled down my trousers and ordered me to step out of them. The bruises from Linda’s stilletoes became obvious when Carol removed my socks, though strangely there was no pain there.. Although they could have been easily removed, Carol again used the scissors to cut off my underpants. If this was an attempt to terrorise, what with the scissors being close to my penis and balls, it was quite successful, and I was relieved when she stood back to admire her handiwork.

“Open your legs so I can kick your balls,” she ordered.

There was no way I was going to do that and panic set in.

“Fuck off!”, I shouted, only to see her smile.

Linda stepped forward, placed her left leg behind me and easily pushed me over. It being difficult for me to manoeuvre with no hands, she found it relatively easy to straddle and pin me to the floor. Carol, meanwhile, picked up my legs by the ankles, raised and opened them wide before stomping her foot down on my balls. Despite my screams of pain, she mercilessly continued her attack and only stopped to catch her breath.

“Last chance,” she said, “was it you or your brother?”

I almost admitted we were both involved but was too scared of the consequences of doing so. These girls were unhinged. I decided to take the cowardly way out and I continued to place the blame on Dave alone. After all, it appeared he had been blaming me. Carol appeared disgusted and aimed a final kick at my balls before she dropped my legs to the floor.

“He’s all yours,” she said to Linda, who was still sitting on my chest and as always smiling down at me.

“My challenge is designed to assess how much respect you have for women,” Linda explained.

“All you have to do is to perform oral sex, using your mouth and tongue to bring me to orgasm. Dave found it most enjoyable and was really quite good at it,”, she continued.

My balls were aching and swollen but I could not help but get aroused when she lifted her legs and removed her panties revealing her shaven pussy. Swinging her legs back down, she shuffled forward on her knees and lowered her pussy on to my face. Although I felt degraded and humiliated at being forced to do this, I knew I had little choice. Surprisingly, as I got into it, I began kissing and licking with some relish and I know that I became erect. It took some time, but when I did bring her to orgasm, I found it quite intense. She moved back on to my chest and began stroking my face with her finger and pushing her ejaculate into my mouth, My humiliation was complete when, for the first time, I noticed that Carol had been recording the entire proceedings on a mobile phone.

Linda rose and ordered me to follow her into the bathroom. I was drenched in sweat from the pumelling of my balls and my face was covered with Linda’s sex juices so the girl’s thought I needed cleaning up. Standing in the bath, being showered and stroked by two girls, should have been hot, but the aching in my balls had not yet abated. Carol once more began filming on the mobile, this time filming Linda shaving my pubic area. As Linda had explained, they needed to be able to see which twin was which and as I had been kind enough to bring Dave’s shaving gear, I was up.

When it was felt I was clean enough, Linda dried herself off and left to get properly dressed whilst Carol roughly towelled me down. I was then led by my penis back into the living room to await the return of Linda. When she reappeared, she was wearing again the black leggings and crop top I’d first seen her in. However, stumbling along behind her was my naked brother being led by Linda using a leash which was attached to his balls.

My initial sympathy for his humiliating plight was replaced by anger as I realised he had been there the whole time. He could have shouted out a warning which would have enabled me to get the better of the two girls as I wouldn’t have been caught unawares. “Weak, pathetic bastard”, I thought before wondering if he was thinking exactly the same about me.

“The final test is simple”, announced Carol, “The first brother to admit guilt gets the ultimate punishment, the other is released. Furthermore, refusal to participate in this test will be interpreted as an admission of guilt .”

Given what I had experienced thus far, I didn’t want to be the one who suffered the ultimate punishment. Whatever these twisted and sick females had in mind, I would not be the first to admit guilt. We were both ordered to stand with our legs wide apart and we had no option but to obey. Linda focussed the phone on me as Carol took a step back before crashing her right foot into my exposed balls. Immediately, I collapsed on to the floor but I was determined not to submit.

Carol took the phone for Dave’s turn and Linda’s vicious kick to his groin had a similar effect on my brother. With my arms handcuffed behind me, I had no chance of fighting back but although Linda had Dave’s balls on a leash. His hands were free. Surely he could have overpowered her, or at least made an effort to. I looked at him in disgust and was determined I would not give in before him.

With the phone now in her hands, Linda watched Carol knee me in the balls once, twice, and then a third time. I was on my way down after the second, but Carol was able to hold me up and deliver her final blow. Back on the floor and in excruciating pain, I knew my balls might not survive another assault. Somewhere deep inside me, however, I also feared that the “ultimate punishment” might lead to a loss of my manhood. My only hope remaining was that Dave might admit guilt before me. To my surprise and dismay, however, I heard Linda speaking softly to my brother.

“Your balls look very sore”, she said, “Would you not prefer to submit totally to me and perform oral sex. You seem to enjoy it and really have some talent for it”.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and as Linda sexily removed her leggings and panties, I saw my brother submissively drop to his knees and shuffle toward. I was sickened by his erection and compliance as he began to worship the bitch who had abused and degraded both of us. Grasping him by the hair, Linda pulled his mouth towards her pussy and began thrusting her pelvic area into his face, leaning back and arching her spine. She looked magnificent, imperious and to my eternal shame, I too developed a raging hardon. I don’t believe that she experienced an orgasm but the condescending and superior demeanour she exhibited as she stepped back from my subjugated brother said it all.

As I awaited my turn, and Linda took possession of the phone, I wondered if I would tolerate such humiliation at the feet of Carol. Ordered to lie on my back, I anticipated her sitting on my face as Linda had done earlier. I was therefore surprised when, taking my ankles in each of her hands, she stepped between my legs and stomped hard down into my balls.

“Not fair,” I wanted to cry out, as although I had been disgusted at my brother’s humiliation, it was not as intolerable as being stomped in the balls.

Totally ignoring me, Carol followed up the initial stomp by grinding her foot into my testicles. The pain was excruciating and unremitting, so intense in fact that I could not utter any words, merely groan in agony. Her second stomp and grind saw me furiously squirming and wriggling on the floor. I could bear the pain no longer and if I had been able to speak, I would have confessed my guilt. Carol did not let up however, and as she was grinding and flattening my balls for the third time, I heard an audible pop. Already sweating profusely, and now in a state of total panic at the loss of at least one of my balls, I was relieved when Carol’s assault stopped. I saw her kneel between my legs and, as if curious to investigate the damage she had inflicted, she began prodding the squashed testicle. As she moved to fondle and isolate my other testicle, I felt a senses of relief. Bruised and swollen it might have been but at least it was still intact. It was when she began punching this remaining ball that I passed out.

As soon as I came to, I found myself in a hospital bed, fortunately in a room to myself. Apparently, an ambulance had been called to the apartment where they found me lying passed out on the floor. Once in hospital, I was immediately seen by a urilogist and a surgical procedure undertaken in an attempt to save at least one of my testicles. On seeing me come round, a nurse called a Doctor who gave me the bad news.

“Unfortunately,” he said, “we were unable to save either of them”.

Angry, incensed, apoplectic, none of these words can express how I felt and when visited by the police, I told them, more or less, the full story. I dreaded but needed a Police investigation which would hopefully lead to conviction and a long sentence for the two bitches who had stolen my manhood. But two days passed and with no news about any arrest and my brother still missing, my patience was running out.

It should have been easy. I would have thought. for the Police to quickly find the two females. Carol had an alleged rape on record and they had the address of the apartment. I had anticipated a quick arrest of the two girls I had named and the rescue of my brother. But on my third day in hospital, I met Detective Inspector Francis Stott. Her first words to me left me speechless,

“Are you certain it was Carol Andrews who committed this crime?”

I hadn’t recalled her last name, but it was Carol Andrews who had alleged rape, it was her I saw in the apartment, and it was her who fucked up my balls. I just couldn’t get my head around the question.