1 Name: J : 2008-01-01 17:10 [Del]
Skinning, Urine, Violence, Electro torture, minor rape, Spanking of sorts, Twins.
This is a rough draft of the first chapter. If you want more I will not only rewrite this story to add more detail nya, I will also write a second Chapter. It was long though, so I was trying to cut it down a bit.
Twin Destruction:
The two red headed girls were tied one next to the other, pretty little visions of perfection. He had chosen them for a special reason, aside from his twin fetish. They were identical in every way he could tell so far, though he hadn't stripped them to compare everything yet. They kept their hair the same length, and did it up the same way, they had the same attitude, same taste in things. It was closer to clones then twins almost. They were passed out right now from the drugs, and leaned up against the steel wall, the entire room was a steel construction in his basement meant for them.
The two girls woke about the same time, a short while after he had got them into the room. Once they were less dazed he came in with two uniforms folded up neatly in his arms.
"Hello girls."
He said in a friendly voice, the twin on his right looking up angry, both of them looked angry, but she had an exceptionally menacing look. They were set on their knees, with their wrists bound to their ankles, so there wasn't any escaping. Even if they got untied the room was a steel space in one corner of his basement, locked from the outside unless he was in, and with just a curtain in the corner of that. He set the the uniforms down, and pulled the one on the left to him, cutting the zip ties on her wrists.
The knife was kept to her side so any misbehaving was discouraged on both girls parts. They were loving sisters to each other, another reason he chose them.
"Get your cute little ass behind that curtain and put one on." He ordered in conjuction with jabbing her butt with the knife just enough to get her going.
The knife was more then ample to get her cute little ass moving, and she quickly went behind the curtain. Both girls were also warned against making any attempt to talk. The untied twin went behind the curtain to change without any argument much to his satisfaction. While she changed, he watched her silhouette through the thin curtain, moving behind the sister still tied. He placed the knife to her throat, and stroked her hair lovingly.
The first twin came out in her sailor schoolgirl style outfit to see her quivering sister at knife point, and nearly screamed. He gave a few reassuring words as he looked her over in the cute outfit.
She had chosen the Blue (There was also a Green version) uniform. If you had ever seen the old cartoon Sailor Moon, it was styled to be exactly like that, with the addition of a blue dog collar around her neck. He moved up and checked the tightness of the collar, doing it a notch closer to her neck.
Once the first twin was dressed he led her out of the room, locking the door behind him. He quickly led her to another section that had a sturdy metal chair set up, a machine on each side. The chair had straps, as well as a desk in front of it. He led the girl over to her seat, forcing her to sit in the chair. He did up her wrists to the armrest, her ankles to the chair, and then he attached her dog collar to the back of the chair, and her waist to the back as well. The girl was really shaking now, but still didn't utter a single word. He praised her for it as he then hooked up some wires to her body all over, the wires hooked to a machine at her side.
Once those wires were hooked, he took some cream, rubbing it on her inner thighs, under each arm, to her stomach, and undid her shirt just enough to stick some on her chest with the other machines wires. After that he put a patch with wires on it on each spot that hooked to the machine on her other side, both machines having a readout that showed on a monitor by his desk.
She quivered, squirming more each time he put a wire close to someplace really personal, but he kept the naughtiness to a minimum. After he was done he took he a seat at the desk, flicking on the video camera.
"You can talk now dear."
He kept his voice soft as he explained it. He told her about how the video camera was on, and she watched it closely.
"This is how this will work. I'm gonna give you a little interview, and some of the wires hooked to you are for a lie detector. Each time you lie... That's what the other wires are there for. You'll be given a very strong electric shock."
The girl stared with her mouth gaping now, he could tell she was about to struggle.
"If you try to get away you'll get shocked too, settle down. If shocking you proves innefective, I'll have to resort to zapping your sister every time you lie."
She sat still now, but nodded.
"Good."
He said simply, before leaning back in the chair and pulling out his notebook filled with questions he wanted to ask. He first told her to give a little introduction to the camera, and what to say about herself, watching smugly as she obeyed. So compliant so far,
"My Name is Alexis Victory McKay. I'm Fifteen years old, and have never had a boyfriend because most boys are to stupid."
She cringed a second to see if he would shock her for her comment, before continuing.
"I am an A student, my favorite subject is science. I like to play tennis with my sister, and friends, and also like track. My favorite TV show is Survivor."
He gave a very satisfied smile, watching her closely. The chair was far enough back the camera got a look at everything, including the blue panties that were shown by her legs spread under the mini skirt.
"Have you ever slept in bed with your sister?"
"Yes...sir."
He enjoyed the politeness she was showing, and so far she was honest.
"Recently? In the past 2 years."
She hesitated a moment before nodding. He glared at her, rubbing the button that would give her a very hard electrical shock. He ordered her to speak up, then tell him about it.
"It w-was a cold night. The heat was broken, and we were both cold, so we just climbed into her bed, and slept there for a few n-nights." She stuttered a bit as she explained, a light blush on her face. It went cutely with her long red hair.
"Have you ever masturbated?"
He asked it cooly, but the girl nearly jumped, her blush covering her entire face.
"WH-WHAT!?"
He repeated the question much more sternly this time, reaching down with his free hand to play with himself a bit.
Alexis eyed the button with wide, and fearful eyes before answering in a quiet voice.
"A couple times sir..."
"How many?"
"Just a few."
She said with a shamed look, her voice a bit whiney.
"Come on, if it's only a few, you must remember each time. Give me a detailed description of each one."
He was watching the lie detector with amusement, it was obvious that she was lying, no matter how nervous she was.
"OK I've done it a lot! Like maybe eight times! Or more!"
She almost shouted it out, then went quiet. She tried to hang her head, but the collar kept her head up, so she just turned it a little. A few tears were trickling down her cheek now.
"That a girl."
He clapped his hands once, before returning them to their original positions.
"Have you and your sister ever kissed on the lips?"
The little red head looked disgusted at where his questions were going, but answered with an honest yes.
"Did you two kiss on the lips the nights you slept in the same bed?"
She blushed harder, and nodded.
"But we do it all the time! It's just a sisterly thing!"
He smirked a little bit at this, how defensive she was getting.
"Did you masturbate that night?"
She answered no again loudly, but she was peaking on lying again. She was so sensitive about her masturbation, it was adorable. She would never give him real reason to zap the life out of her at this rate though.
"What's your cup size, your sisters too."
"B-33. We both are."
"Choose something for me to question you about. Masturbation, Your sister, or yourself."
She looked at him, obviously considering very carefully. Sweat was running down her forehead, her blush not yet subsided. After what looked to be careful consideration, she chose herself.
"Have you ever peed yourself Alexis?"
Her eyes got wide, then she looked away again.
"Y....Yes."
"How many times, where, why."
"Once when I was eight, cause I held it to long. I did it once...in 5th grade. In my bed."
He saw she was again only being partly truthful and smiled more.
"I did it the other week...I have a weak bladder but I'm taking medicine for it... I did it in bed with Kelly."
"Kelly is your sister?"
She nodded quickly, blushing harder.
"And was she angry?"
She shook her head this time.
"She knows I can't help it, and I didn't get any on her..."
The girls head was hung, and she was in tears now. He decided to switch venues.
"Now why don't you tell me the answer to all those questions, but about your sister. I wanna know the same things about her."
Alexis gave a very long pause before sighing, and giving up the answers. She knew her sister masturbated every so often, but not how many times. Her sister had never pissed herself, nor had she had a boyfriend either.
He smirked now asking some of the last of the questions.
"Have you ever masturbated in front of the mirror."
She didn't answer instead, looking away. He was getting impatient with her compliance and took this chance to punish her. He held the button down for a quick 2 second jolt, but it showed she felt it. Alexis screamed loudly, her body arching, and going rigid that way. Drool ran down her cheeks, more tears from her eyes, and her body quivered all over as soon as the jolt stopped. The girl went limp seconds later, her breathing hard. He gave her a few moments to recover, then demanded the answer.
"I never masturbated like that. I don't think about her that way... Why are you doing this to me?"
"Have you two ever masturbated in front of each other, and what is it you usually do when you masturbate?"
She looked up at him with fearful, and angry eyes. She was obviously feeling more then helpless, and scared out of her mind. He shocked her again.
Her body arched again, and she howled. Her entire body shook, quivered, and convulsed as he held the button for eight seconds. She could feel the electricity coursing through her body, making her eyes bulge. When it was over she went limp, giving a few dry heaves, and spitting up onto the chest of her uniform. He saw a damp spot in the panties at the same time, the spot growing and soaking a bit of the front of the miniskirt, not as much since she was sitting down. Urine ran down her legs, and soaked the seat of the chair making him laugh cruelly.
"Aww did the little baby pee her panties? Does she need a diaper?"
Alexis twitched involunteerily from the shock, her body just giving random spasms. She looked up with a hurt face, hurt and completely humiliated already. He didn't even have to tell her to answer this time.
"I like to feel my breast, cause my nipples are senssstive." Her voice was a bit slow, and she messed up a few words. "I like to touch my clit too... Me and Kelly did it together once, and we touched 'chother."
"It's Kelly, and I."
He corrected her with a laugh, then pressed the button for another five second shock. The girl didn't even scream this time, just gagged on her own spit. Her body convulsed and shook everywhere it could, each individual muscle starting to spasm, then she passed out.
He shut off the camera, then walked over and looked her over. He crouched down to prod her panties a few times, so soaked they made squishing noises. He wiped his fingers off on her lips, then after a few seconds he began to smack her. He kept smacking her face back and forth hard enough to leave small marks.
As she began to wake up, she sobbed, spitting out a slurred plea for him to stop smacking her face. He teased her a little bit, then began to smack her breasts back and forth. Each smack made her perky Bs bounce all over, and she screamed. The smacks hurting her sensitive breasts. She wiggled and squirmed with surprising energy to escape the blows, but he finally stopped, giving one more smack to the cheek. When he finished she just sat there sobbing. He took his shoes off, careful to avoid the puddle on the floor, and took his socks off. They were dirty, and smelled having been wearing them for two days straight especially for this purpose. The dirt was caked to the bottom, but worse on the inside.
He turned the sock inside out, and smacked her again.
"Open up and say Ahhhhh."
She blushed harder, opening up wide only to have the disgusting sock shoved into her mouth. It tasted, and smelled exactly like dirty foot, overwhelmingly so. The stench made her dizzy at first, and of course more of those delicious gagging noises. He stuffed the entire sock into her mouth, then he took some duct tape. He quickly taped her mouth shut in an X of tape, smoothing it so her lips were visible underneath.
Her angry glare was cute, but now it was the sisters turn. He undid her straps, grabbing her hair roughly, and yanking it. She screamed with each yank, and grabbed his hand in an attempt to minimize pain. He dragged her out this way, and to a small cage meant for a large dog at most. He stuffed her in, it, she had to curl up some to fit. It was so short she couldn't even sit on her hands and knees. Leaving her to sob, and squirm, he wiped up the piss that led out into his real basement, then went for the other girl.
Now it was Kelly's turn.
He shut the door behind him so she couldn't see out of the room. The girl had obviously been struggling quite the bit, on her side, twitching. He had a different approach for this one. Kelly seemed to have a bit more fight then her sister, maybe she might provide more fun.
He immediately grabbed her by the neck, his other hand fondling her round ass. She demanded to know where her sister is, demanded he stop, but he just ignored her. Cutting her zip ties, he yanked her by the hair, taking the outfit with him. He pushed, shoved, and smacked her ass all the 10 feet into the room her sister had been interrogated in. With each shove, or swat, the girl would try to turn and fight back. He would shove harder each time, ending it when they got in the room. He slammed the door on her leg once, causing her to scream and fall over gripping her leg. He then kicked her firmly in the stomach.
The blow to her flat tummy caused her to gag, and spit a little bit. She clutched her belly, eyes watering from the pain, but she refused to cry out. He then picked her up under the arms, walking with his cock to her ass keeping her from kicking him. He shoved her cute, girlish, face right into the chairs seat, still soaked in urine.
"NGPHAG!" She screamed in disgusted, figuring out what it was right away. He kept a fist of her hair and banged her head into it a few times, rubbing her face around as she cried out.
"STAND UP! STAND UP SLUT!"
He screamed at her while banging her head on the chair. She tried a few times to stand as she was pushed back into the chair before she broke down sobbing. When the tears really began to flow he stood back holding his knife in sight, visible as the bulge in his pants.
Kelly slowly got to her feet, she was shaking all over. She looked a bit woozy, and was adjusting her weight so she didn't stand on the leg slammed in the door.
"Look what your bitch sister did to my chair."
He indicated the puddle, which seemed to only make her more disgusted. He smiled at her, and ordered her to sit in it. At first she seemed about to refuse, but then got a good look at his knife and sat down. The quick sitting was accompanied by a further look of sickness.
"Tell me what you feel slut."
"It's...cold...soaking into my jeans."
She had an adorable voice like her sister, not deep, but having a bit of depth to it.
"It's disgusting. I know it's Alexis'. I feel it in my hair, and on my face, and it's getting into my panties... I don't have shoes on. It's on the floor and it's in my socks now...."
She wiggled around as she sat there, a hard blush on her face, and tears in her green eyes. He was very pleased with her description. He praised her for it as he moved closer and then put the knife to the crotch of her jeans. She gasped feeling the knife prod her pussy. She pressed as tightly to the chair as she could now, and held her breathe.
"Do you have to piss slut?"
"Yes... A little."
He gave her crotch another jab, this time the knife pushed into the jeans some just barely cutting, but not fully piercing them. He ordered her to address him more formally, and as daddy.
She blushed harder, but answered properly. "A lot daddy!"
"Why didn't you go at our last stop, when I pulled over?"
It took her a second to realize he was playing a sick little game of pretend with her, and she glared at him, but answered out of fear.
"It was...the bathroom was to dirty daddy."
"Well...daddy will have to spank you..."
He grinned cruely.
"First however, piss yourself slut."
She was about to protest, but the knife at her snatch made her just look away and obey. Her jeans dampened quickly. It was hardly as much as her sister, just enough to cause a large, wet spot on her jeans.
While she was looking away he gave her breasts several firm smacks. She jumped each time and squealed, her tits bouncing cutely in the tank top she wore.
While her tits were still bouncing he grabbed her hair, and dragged her out into the main basement now. He had wracks of different things lining the walls, and there was no way out besides the stairs. The sight of her sister in the cage made her pause, only to be yanked back by him. Kelly was bent over, and put into a wooden stocks. It closed around her wrists, and neck, and he locked it in place.
It was uncomfortable, but from this position she could see the room. She saw her sister in a small cage in the corner, wiggling around desperately. She could hear them behind her, but she was stuck with her face wedged in one end, her ass pressed so tightly against the door it pressed into it, making little indentations where the bars were. In another section was a toilet, and shower next to each other with no curtain, and all over the walls were different instruments, presumably for tormenting them. HE had a few other things in the last corner, larger objects.
She was brought back to attention by a harsh smack to her butt.
"Staring at your sisters little bottom slut? I don't blame you."
She went to protest, but was cut off by another smack.
"Now not a noise form you. I'm going to spank you, and you're to count every time I hit your body from when I say Go, till I tell you otherwise. If you don't, I will kill your sister."
She nodded to show she understood, to scared to speak early now. The words obviously scared Alexis as her struggles increased, but uselessly. He pulled the wet jeans down from Kelly's waist, letting them fall to her ankles. Then he peeled away her thong, taking in her cute backside. Her cunt had a nice patch of red hair, but the rest of her body was smooth. He shook his head, taking the first instrument for her discipline.
He held up a black paddle with one side made of sandpaper, the other side made of CM long metal spikes, spaced so close together you could hardly see the paddle under them. He showed her both sides with a smirk, then began to knead her ass. After he took a few curtousy feels he began to grind the sandpaper side on it. She was wiggling as he ground some of the skin off her ass to help sensitive it, then stood back.
"Go."
He pulled his hand all the way back, and brought the paddle down spike side on her round ass that it caused her to shove forward in the stocks. She screamed out "1" so loud it echoed through the large basement. The spikes had drawn a bit of blood from her ass, and it was dripping down now. He began to smack her ass all over, drawing blood each time the spikes dug into her pert behind. She screamed, and jumped each time in agony, almost loosing count, but she managed to touch it out till he had bloodied her ass by beating it with the spikes over 73 times. Finally she layed limp, drooling like a pathetic animal.
He began to rub her bleeding ass, thoroughly tanned as she squirmed and whined. He got her blood all over his hands and began to run it through her hair making it darker red. Once he stained her hair, he finished by wiping his hands off on her face, and left the girls there for the time being.
***
Upstairs he still had the mother left to deal with. She was locked in a closet he had just barely squeezed her into. When he pulled her out the redheaded woman fell onto her face with a sob. She was 33, and looked remarkably good, even beaten all over. She had a mature body, housewifish but very sexy. The poor mother had been stripped naked, and beaten all over.
As soon as she hit the floor he began to kick her stomach repeatedly.
"PLEASE STOOOOPP"
She hollered pathetically, which only served to turn him on more. He had a long, painful, month planned out for the daughters, but he didn't need the mother. He kicked her till she finally dry heaved a few times and vomited on the floor.
Satisfied with that, he move dup behind her, pulling out his cock now.
"Looks like someone's in heat."
He taunted her as he felt at her C cups, and spread her pussy. Her cunt was puffy and sore from him smacking her there, and kicking her there. He was already well on his way to cumming, so he pushed into her unceremoniously as she squealed. He bucked his hips a few times, enjoying the used feel her cunt had, then came, flooding her womb. AS soon as he pulled out, she hit the floor, laying her face in her own vomit. He observed once again her shaved cunt, and gave it a hard kick.
This time when his foot made contact with her crotch a loud snap could be heard. She went rigid a moment, then layed limp, her stomach seeming to protrude a bit, and blood dribbling out her slit. He rolled her over now to observe her, licking his lips as he decided how to do away with the woman.
.
He dragged her by the hair to his kitchen, it was his kitchen and dining room combined so he had a good area like a professional chefs kitchen, with a few extras. He helped her up onto his table, strapping her down and pulled out his knifes. He tied off each section of her body with twine, then began to slowly skin her, dragging a sharp knife over the skin to separate it from the meat. Her howls of pain only encouraged him to move forward as he did her entire upper arm. Blood spilled over the table and into the drains on the floor as he pulled each piece of meat away after the flesh.
She could feel every burning cut, making her twitch and struggle. She had given up pleading somewhere during the eight beating she had suffered hours ago. Now as he finally stripped her arm to the bone, he took hold of the bone and snapped it.
In a blinding flash of pain, she passed out again. He bandaged her up, sticking her back in his closet, and then he got the meat ready to serve to his two captives down stairs.
