The other officers quickly entered the bedroom. What they saw took them by surprise. There lying on the bed, naked and helplessly bound were the twins. Attached to their bodies were a series of wires leading to a box beside the bed. The girls were gagged, blindfolded, and wearing headsets. They were each thrusting their hips into the air trying to chase something. The bed had two very large wet spots between the girl’s legs. There was drool running out of their mouths. Their bare pussies pulsed around a vibrator kept in with clips and wires.
Both girls were moaning in frustration as for the last 22 hours they had been under constant assault. The constant bombardment of voices enhanced by the forced inducement of pain and pleasure, with no controls and no relief had had the desired effect. Both Anita and Susanna were no longer in control. Each of their brains now had only one desire, the desire to serve a mistress.
When the officers started to release them from their bindings they started to panic. Anita quickly pulled off her blindfold to come face to face with a uniformed police officer. Her brain recognized that she was naked, but her body refused to move to cover up in modesty. Her brain relishing in the humiliation as her pussy gushed with arousal. When Susanna was released, she quickly rolled over and grabbed her sister. She pulled Anita’s face around to face her and savagely kissed her, aggressively shoving her tongue deep in Anita’s mouth.
As the officers watched, mesmerized by the sight in front of them, identical twins, being released from being tied on the bed for a day, and the first thing they do is have an incestuous kiss. No one moved, till the twins turned their heads and looked at the officers staring at them. Anita leaned into her sister and slid her hand up Susanna’s leg. She slid it further and further till she reached the center of her core. The core of her being was now the source of everything important, her cunt.
It was then that the sergeant walked into the room and took charge, “What are you gawking at, get them released and for god’s sake cover them up.”
All four officers jumped and quickly followed commands. The twins were quickly covered with blankets and taken out to the cruisers. When they arrived at the police station, both girls were now aware of their surroundings but due to the commands implanted for the last several hours the only thing on their minds were to satisfy their bodies cravings for climaxes.
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Six months later;
Sandy was sitting at the dining room table reading the morning paper. The latest headline was detailing another politician in the Martinez’s pocket. Juan and Christina Martinez were now in prison, each sentenced to long prison terms. All shots at a plea bargain went out the window when their daughters testified against them. Both girls told everything they knew about what happened at their home. It was as if they couldn’t stop talking. The girls themselves were also in jail. It was argued in court that the girls were now so submissive that they should be sent to a hospital instead of a prison. The defense attorney was sure that the girls would end up as slaves serving the entire prison. The judge rejected the arguments and smiled as she sent them away for five years. After what was presented in court it seemed that being prison slave seemed like a just punishment.
Sandy read every article published about the scandal. Every time she read their names or saw a picture of the twins, her body reacted. Again and again she flashed back to that week that changed her life. Her and Dawn’s stay at the clinic lasted several weeks. The first couple Sandy still doesn’t remember. It just seemed like she just woke up and was in the hospital. Over the next couple of months and countless hours of therapy she was now able to think for herself. She no longer thought of herself as a slave, slut, cunt, or any of the other derogatory names the evil twins called her. She made her own decisions.
Dawn was just waking up and stretched her body. The bed felt wonderful, sheets, blankets, and pillows. That week in hell now gave her a new perspective about life. She now realized that you have to enjoy each minute, because you never know when it can be taken away. She rolled over and climbed out of bed. She was dressed in a powder blue tank top that barely covered her tits and a pair of bikini panties. The nipple rings and chains still attached to her body. They wanted to cut them off at the hospital, but she refused. In spite of the deprogramming she needed her chains. The feel of them excited her. Although during the week she experienced unspeakable acts on and to her, it made her realize that she craved the sexual highs. Totally submitting to someone was liberating. The loss of control allowed her the freedom be relieved of being responsible for her actions. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.
Dawn walked into the kitchen; sitting at the table was Sandy reading the paper. Her hand was inside her panties as she was teasing her clit. Her panties wet with her arousal. Dawn smiled as she watched her friend. She must be reading about the twins again, she thought.
“G’morning Sandy,” Dawn said cheerfully.
“Oh, morning Dawn,” Sandy answered as she pulled her hand from her clit.
“More articles on the Martinez in the paper?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Every time you hear their names or read anything in the paper you get horny,” Dawn answered.
“I can’t help it. What happened to us scared the hell out of me, but whenever I hear anything about that family my body takes over. If they ever get out of prison I’m afraid I’ll go back to them,” Sandy said while blinking back a tear.
Dawn walked over and hugged her friend, “Yes I know me too.”
As the two women embraced each other there was a knock at the door.
“Are you expecting anyone?” Sandy asked Dawn.
“No, as far as I know, no one knows I’m here,” She answered.
Sandy stood and walked to the door. She looked through the peep hole and screamed…