The Twins -Part 3

David’s Saturday

I awoke on Saturday morning, stiff and frozen from having spent the night naked on a hard bedroom floor. Linda had clearly slept well, and she smiled happily at me as she untied the tights which had secured me to her bed. Leash in hand, she led me to the bathroom where she asked me to urinate. Humiliatingly, I had to sit to do so as my hands were still handcuffed. I was then led through the Living Room and into a small kitchen where Carol was preparing breakfast. I had no appetite to eat but they allowed me to drink water through a straw while they chatted away as though I wasn’t even there.

After they had enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, they allowed me to sit in the living room while they went through my pockets. Showing me my credit card, they asked for my pin number. They already had my phone pin and foolishly, I used the same pin for my card. They laughed out loud when I confirmed this but were still cautious enough to check by purchasing a random item from some store. As I had been fairly cooperative, I thought I would ask if I could put on some clothes, a request that was meant with a resounding no.

The morning passed slowly, they sent a couple of texts to my brother and looked through the content on my phone. They took considerable pleasure in sharing with me the video they had taken the previous evening of me being forced to give oral service to Linda – key for more raucous laughter from the two bitches. One moment of interest arose when a call came from some firm querying a cheque. They actually had the nerve to use my credit card and then my phone for the bank verification process. After lunch, I was allowed to sit on the settee and managed to doze off. Not only was the pain in my balls still there when I awoke, they had also become swollen and had turned a nasty shade of purple.

“Look, can you tell me what is going to happen?”, I asked.

“Stand up,” shouted Linda in response as she strode over to me before slapping me right across my face and punching me in my stomach. God that girl could punch hard but she wasn’t finished. She lifted my head up by my hair and launched her knee right into my balls. I screeched in agony and begged her to stop fearing another battering like last night.

“He deserves a good spanking,” suggested Carol and Linda seized on her idea and placed me over her knee.

“Please don’t”, I pleaded as my penis became trapped between her thighs and she began to spank me with her bare hand. She did so with great gusto, and only stopped when her hand became sore by which time I was crying like a baby.

“God, I wish I had a recording of that said Carol and Linda obliged by giving me my second spanking of the afternoon, this time recorded, and on my own phone for fuck sake.

There was no way I was about to ask any more questions or, in fact, speak at all. I was able to eat a little at tea time, but after that I was escorted back into the bedroom, the handcuffs were removed but I was shackled once more to the bed, this time by both my feet and hands, a very uncomfortable position. My own underpants were stuffed into my mouth and secured there by another pair of tights.

“Any sound uttered,” Linda warned ominously, “and your next spanking will remove the skin from your arse.”

Needless to say, I was not about to make any noise and there I lay for what seemed hours until Linda returned and began to undress. Although terrified that I might be caught looking, I could not resist ogling her beautiful naked body. I marvelled at her ability to put on a pair of tight leggings, so tight that I could see every contour of her body. From my position on the floor, I was able to look up the matching crop top she put on seeing that lovely rise in her shapely breasts.

“Nice?”, she asked, simply to let me know she knew I had been having a look. Gagged with my underpants and unable to speak, I still found myself nodding.

My eyes followed her every movement as she left the room and once more, I was alone. After a spell, Carol joined me in the bedroom and sat silently on the bed to which I was shackled. Soon after, I heard voices in the living room, Linda was obviously one and I was pretty certain the man was my brother. Suddenly my brother screamed, and I clearly heard the sounds of a fight taking place. Carol moved to the door and stood there watching, bound to be a bad sign for Peter I thought, as if Linda had been losing, Carol would have intervened. The remainder of the evening was a nightmare as I heard Peter being systematically dismantled by the two girls. I recognised from his screams of pain that they were assaulting his manhood as they had done mine. I heard them asking the same questions I had been asked, “Was it you or your brother?”. As I had done the night before, he finally broke and blamed me. It all went quiet for a while until Linda appeared, unshackled me and led me by the leash into the living room.

There the girls announced what they called, “the final test”, a test which was extremely painful and humiliating for me. For my brother, however, it was more than painful as he ended the evening passed out on the floor with, as far as I could tell, his balls shattered and smashed to smithereens.

The girls moved very quickly after that, but certainly not in any panic. Carol removed the handcuffs from my unconscious brother while Linda gave me my shoes, shirt and trousers to put on. I was in shock at what I had just witnessed, and did not even notice the absence of socks and my underpants. I was allowed to button up the shirt and the trousers top button, but as the leash had to come through my fly, it was left undone. Carol gathered together a few items, but it appeared they were mainly packed and ready to go. The handcuffs were used to secure my hands behind my back and my car keys were removed from my pocket. Before we left, the girls sent most of the videos they had taken from my phone to all of my contacts. Peter never stirred all this time.

Still in a daze, Carol led me by the leash and bundled me into the back of my car before joining me there. Linda took the driving seat but before she drove, she phoned 999 and asked for an ambulance to be sent to the address of the apartment. She then drove us to a parking lot stopping only once enroute to retrieve cash from a hole in the wall. At the parking lot, I was moved into what I thought was Linda’s car. Once in the back seat, I was blindfolded and gagged but, on this occasion, I was not joined by Carol.

“Are you sure you will be OK,” Carol enquired of Linda, “Can you handle him on your own?”

“Please,” replied Linda, “a piece of cake. Give my regards to my Mum”.

And with that, Carol left me alone with Linda.

Linda – Alone with David

Although I anticipated no trouble from David, I thought it best to explain to him what was going to happen over the next few days and make clear my ground rules.

“We are going to spend the next few days laying low in a Caravan at a nearby site. If you behave, we might even have a good time, but any misbehaviour will mean punishment and your balls can’t take much more. The gag will come off when we get safely into the caravan. Nod if you understand”.

I’ve no idea if he nodded or not, I just drove to the site, found the keys where I had been told they would be when I paid the deposit and led him into the caravan. Once there, I removed his trousers before sitting him down in a chair and tying his ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Unfortunately, I was lying about the gag and the good time,” I explained, “the gag will only come off when you eat and drink.”

David was a beaten man and gave me no trouble over the three days we spent there. Most of the time, I kept the handcuffs on and kept him tied to the chair. I ordered food to be delivered, fed and watered him, and generally kept him docile. His personal hygiene suffered as I did not allow him to either shower or shave, I simply wiped him over with a soapy cloth. On the other hand, I did enjoy a daily shower, although I was very careful not to wet my hair.

It was reassuring to receive a few texts from Carol. As planned, she had caught the ferry to Belfast, her driving license got her in without any problem as it had done on the trip over. It was easy thereafter to get across the border into Southern Ireland and she then made her way to my mother’s house. My mother knew most of our intentions, though would have been shocked to hear of the damage we had inflicted on the boys. Nevertheless, she would give Carol an alibi for the entire time required. I had no doubts about that, as if she shopped Carol, she also would have landed me in bother. Perhaps to reassure me, Carol also let me know that she had deposited Peter’s phone in the Irish Sea.

The Caravan Site provided both TV and broadband access which allowed me to keep up with the News, and Peter and David were big news. Although neither Carol nor I were named, the issue of an alleged rape being the motive for the “heinous crime” was reported on both the TV and in the Press, Some of David’s contacts, his so-called friends, had seen fit to upload the videos to the internet and they went viral very quickly. The various platforms did their best to take them down, but time after time they were reposted by miscellaneous other groups of people. The comments were interesting, most coming from females and the great majority sympathetic to our actions.

The videos were compulsive viewing and not only to me apparently, given the number of hits they were attracting. I found myself watching them over and over again, reliving my physical and sexual domination over the brothers. The most exciting video to me, however, was seeing Carol reduce Peter’s testicles to mush. It made me contemplate repeating that process with David before I was done with him. In the end, however, I stuck to our original plan.

On the final day with David, I rose early, showered and dried off, and laid out he clothes I was to wear that day before packing everything I wanted to take in a bag bar a black strapon dildo Dressed only in my bra and panties, I untied David, got him up from the chair and for old time’s sake, kneed him in the balls. As he doubled up, I kneed him full in the face, sending him on to his back. He was still gagged, but although I was aware of the noise I had made, there was no going back now. I turned David over on to his front, then retrieving the dildo I had been keeping for this moment, I strapped it on to my groin. Inserting it into his anus was far from easy, not helped by his considerable squirming, but once in the joy of thrusting and humiliating him was indescribable. In fact, once the dildo was in, his resistance crumbled, and he lay there sobbing and accepting of his fate.

This had been our plan – to emasculate one twin and rape the other. To let them become fully aware of what it was like to be humiliated and violated. As I rose from him and removed the dildo, I decided a nice finishing touch would be to leave it in an appropriate place and so rammed it back up his anus. Although I still had David’s phone, I used my own to take a photo which I would later share with Carol and it would be a nice reminder for me. Towelling myself down once more, I dressed and headed for the car and drove to the Car Rental Office. Before getting there, I had taken an opportunity to throw the David’s phone into water as I passed the Mersey. After returning the car, I walked about half a mile before I took a bus into the town centre. Paying cash once more, I booked into a hotel where I had a long bath, a shower and began the long process of washing the red die out of my hair and eyebrows.

Once more a natural blonde, I reflected on the success of our operation. From the time we began, we had only used cash. Initially, it was our own cash, latterly it was funds kindly donated from the bank accounts of David and Peter. There was no money trail connecting us to the apartment or the caravan site or any of our transport costs. Carol had a cast iron alibi, and I was an unknown. It had been a great plan and one which had worked out perfectly so far. I got up early next morning, dropped the key off at checkout and left without breakfast. As I walked anonymously out of the hotel, I had seen no one and no one had seen me.

The Investigation:

Francis:

The press seemed to have only one focus at the moment, the story of the boy who had had his balls mashed to pulp by two avenging females and his missing brother. One of David’s contacts must have uploaded some of the videos and the story became a sensation. Being all over the internet, it was a high-profile case and not one I expected to be assigned to let alone being asked to lead the investigation. Apparently, the Chief Superintendent believed that it would be more politically correct and sensitive to have a female in charge, but I suspected that no male wanted to touch it.

As the DI who had investigated Carol’s allegation of rape, however, I did know a fair bit about her. As an American, holidaying and working in the UK, I had Carol’s address, her passport number and her UK Visa information. I had no doubts that she had been raped by one of the twins, but the Procurator Fiscal threw out the case as Carol could not identify which particular twin she was making the allegation against. Not only were all my sympathies with Carol at that time, I detested the two twins who came across to me as arrogant, misogynistic and devious bastards.

Although they deserved punishment, the men had got away with it, but looking at the videos, which had been posted online, Carol and the girl called Linda had gone far too far. At least, those were my initial thoughts. But as I watched and re-watched the videos, I not only became sexually aroused, I began, surprisingly, to feel less and less sympathy for the two boys. Initially, I thought that the girls had made a mistake publishing the videos, showing graphically as they did, the two males being abused, humiliated and degraded. As it turned out, the videos went viral and even as the various platforms had them removed, they were re-posted time after time The numerous comments, mostly from females were staggering and generally expressed the sentiment that the males got what they deserved.

“This should be the punishment for all rapists,” was the general view.

Although neither Carol or the girl called Linda could be seen in the video, we had them bang to rights, or so I thought. Tracking down Carol proved no problem as we had all of her details. Interrogating her, however, was problematic, as her passport confirmed she was back in the States and had been there at the time of the crime. How could Peter get that wrong though, it was inexplicable.

Turning our attention to Linda, we contacted the estate agents who had leased the flat. They confirmed that the tenant was named Linda Kozlowski and that she had only leased the flat for a week. As the cheque she had provided as payment had bounced, they had contacted Linda on the Saturday, (the day Peter was assaulted), and she asked if she could pay over the phone using her boyfriend’s credit card. She’d had given all the required details and the bank had given verification, so they were quite happy to accept the payment. We did try phoning the number they had for Linda, but the phone was dead. Checking the credit details confirmed that the card belonged to David, which could be explained by him being coerced. Finally, we searched the name Linda Kozlowski and unless an aging star from Crocodile Dundee was a redhead, it appeared that a false name had been used.

“Of course, it was that fucking bitch” was Peter’s disgruntled reply to my question as to the identity of his assailant. He became even more angry and frustrated when we told him that Carol had a perfect alibi as, at the time of the incident, she was in the States. He was further stunned into disbelief when we informed him that we had no idea who or where the redhead was and had reason to believe that “Linda” was not her real name. We had some good news in that we had found their car which had been left abandoned – we assumed the girls had changed vehicles. This was tempered by the fact that we had not recovered his phone, his credit card had no idea where his brother or his two assailants now were. To say he was in a foul mood when we left would be a significant understatement.

Finally, we got a break. David had been found in a caravan park and was on his way to the same hospital his brother was in as he required medical treatment. We made our way to the Caravan Park to interview some staff and members of the public who and might have seen anything of interest. Unbelievably, nobody had seen either “Linda” or David bar the person who found David in the caravan. They had arrived late, had anything they needed delivered and “Linda” had left unseen. There was some ruckus early in the morning of her leaving, but it had soon quietened down and nobody bothered to investigate. Our optimism that our interview with Hilda, the young woman who had found David, would have yielded something positive proved unfounded.

“When I first saw him,” she explained with a huge smile on her face, “he was naked, face down with a black object sticking out of his bum”.

“I have been following the case avidly,” she continued, “so I knew who he was and took photos to preserve the crime scene.”

It was clear that she had seen too many detective series and also that she was a bit too excited about stumbling on this scenario. I began to feel uneasy at the look on her face when I said we needed her phone as evidence and that she shouldn’t share the photos with anyone.

“Well, I have sent it to a few friends,” she said guiltily, “but I’ll text them and ask them to delete the photos if that helps.”

I didn’t think it would help, as I feared that the images might already be on the internet. The site manager supplied us with the false name and address used in the booking but more usefully, he had a note of the registration number of the car. Unfortunately, by the time we traced the car to the hire company from which it had been leased, the car had been returned and the girl had disappeared once more. The description of the girl matched with that of the twins but, in effect, we were no further forward.

The issue that kept nagging at me was that Peter insisted that the Carol he allegedly raped was the girl involved and yet it had been confirmed that she was In America. That’s when it hit me. Did Carol have a twin? And when I found out she did, it was easy enough to find out that her name was Jane and that she was currently in Dublin. The Irish Immigration Authority confirmed her date of arrival but unfortunately, also informed us she had not left the country since her arrival. Our colleagues in the Garda interviewed Jane on our behalf and also the landlady of the Boarding House where Jane was staying. The landlady confirmed Jane had been there every day since, always attending for breakfast and an evening meal.

My gut told me something was amiss and I sought the permission of the Chief Superintendent to go to Dublin to conduct my own interviews, but the request was turned down.

“It just looks like a dead end,” he responded, “and we have too many priorities building up here now.”

These priorities concerned the upsurge of female on male abuse investigations. In our own patch alone, over the past two nights, two men had been viciously stripped and ballbusted by females unknown, and a third male had been reported missing. Similar incidents had been reported in London and Glasgow, with allegations of sexual abuse against the men involved being the common link. The press described these as copycat crimes and warned men to take care when going out at night.

As the Chief Superintendent said. “We need to get some results.”

Fortunately, we did, at least in the more recent cases. The investigation pursuing Carol, or was it Jane, and the mysterious redhead remains open and is ongoing. Given our progress so far, however, my feeling is that they will get away Scot free.