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Letters To Levi 3 - Wedding Blues for Lisa and Lindsay - Edited by Alvo Torelli, 2017 Dear Levi, We are desperate! Please help us. There isn't much time. We know you've helped lots of kids, so won't you please help us too? Please? The day after tomorrow mommy is going to marry awful Mr. O'Steel. She thinks he's wonderful and she says he'll take care of all of us and be a good new daddy for us. But we hate him. We think he's scary and bad. We begged and begged mommy not to marry him, but she doesn't listen. We tried everything we could think of to stop the wedding. We put dirt in his food so he would think mommy is a terrible cook. When he stayed over for the night we made lots of noise and banged on the walls so they couldn't sleep. And we're always as naughty and mean and whiny as we we can be whenever he's around. But nothing works! He just smiles and says he can't wait to be our new daddy and give us all his love. When he says that mommy beams and tells us how wonderful it will be. Ooh! We hate him. Isn't there some way we can stop the wedding? We don't want Mr. O'Steel to be our new daddy. Please help us! We only have two days. We're sending a picture of all four of us - it's a picture for the wedding album. That way you can see that Mr. O'Steel is a bad man and you will want to help us. Please help,
Dear Lisa and Lindsay in Los Angeles, Of course Levi will help you! You poor things. You poor pretty little blonde-haired, blue-eyed angels. But you've got to be brave. Can you be brave, my hot little twin sweethearts? How old are you two anyway, eight, maybe nine? There's no time to waste, my angels. We've got to act quickly and decisively. No time for half measures. There's only one way to stop nasty Mr. O'Steel from marrying your sweet innocent mommy: we have to get him arrested! That's right my brave angels - we're going to get the police to come and take him away in handcuffs. Your mommy will never want to see him again after that! Here's what you've got to do: first you have to get your delicate little hands on Mr. O'Steel's smart phone. One of you must distract him while the other one steals it. You'll only need it for a few hours, but you have to pick a time when he won't miss it. Quickly now, go and get it and then write me back as soon as you have it. Hurry my sweets,
Dear Levi, We did it, we got the phone! Nasty Mr. O'Steel is staying over for the night. We snuck out and took it from his jacket after they went into mommy's room. They're making funny noises in mommy's room now. That scares us! But we have all night to use the phone. Mr. O'Steel won't look at it again until we're all having breakfast together tomorrow. What do we do now Levi? Are you there? Oh, we almost forgot, we're both eight. We're twins and we'll be nine in three months! We really don't want nasty Mr. O'Steel as our new daddy. Please help us. Waiting,
Dear Lisa and Lindsay, Of course I'm here! I've been sitting on the edge of my seat, desperate and worried for news from my favorite little blue-eyed angels. I'm so happy you're safe and you have the phone. Now we can really get our plan going. Mr. O'Steel will remember the day he tangled with you two little pixies, I can guarantee you that! Now I'm going to explain to you exactly what do do and I have to warn you - don't be shocked. It's the only thing that will work! There's no other way to stop your mommy's dreadful wedding day when it's so close at hand. You won't want to do what Levi tells you, but you're just going to have to steel yourselves and do it, no matter how it makes you feel. You trust me, don't you? You know I wouldn't ask you to do something scary unless it was absolutely necessary. I'm very sure this is necessary. I can't imagine how awful it would be for you two precious little identical beauties to have to put up with loathsome Mr. O'Steel as your new daddy. First you need to figure out how to use the video camera on Mr. O'Steel's phone. I'm sure smart little girls like you won't have any trouble doing that at all. Then you need to decide who's going to use the camera and who's going to get on the bed. Maybe Lisa should get on the bed first. Yes, I think little Lisa should be first - don't you? Okay, so Lisa should get on the bed and Lindsay you get ready to use the video camera. I just want you to film for two minutes - so wait until everything is perfect. Point the camera at Lisa and say "action!" When Lindsay does that, Lisa should look into the camera and say "no, no, please master - I don't want to take my clothes off." Then she should pout at the camera and say "no master, don't spank me! I'll take my clothes off." And then Lisa should take all of her clothes off. All of them. And while she's taking them off she should be sure to frown and pout. Maybe she can even cry a little bit. Then she should get on her back and spread her legs wide and say "please don't look at my little pussy, master!" and touch herself between her legs and pull her little private place wide open. And you have to make sure you film all of that Lindsay. Make sure you get a good closeup between Lisa's pretty legs. You two do just what Levi explained - exactly. As soon as you're done, write back to me and let me know. Hurry now,
Dear Levi, Oh gosh! That was so scary - especially for Lisa. But we did just what you said to do. We hope we did it right! What do we do now? Thank you for helping us. Mr. O'Steel and mommy are making a lot of noise in mommy's bedroom and we don't like it. We don't want him to be our new daddy - he's scary. What now?
Dear Lisa and Lindsay, Great! Now it's time for you to use Mr. O'Steel's phone to email the video to Levi so that I can make sure it's suitable for the plan. It wouldn't do any good to set the plan in motion without the perfect video to back it up! We have to get it exactly right. I know, I know, it's scary to send a video like that to someone you've never met - but it's just me, Levi Denom, your good friend! What could go wrong? Send me the video and I'll get right back to you with the rest of the plan. Chop, chop, no time!
Dear Levi, We figured out how to attach the video to this email. It was easy. Why do grown ups have so much trouble figuring this stuff out? We hope it's good enough!
Dear Lisa and Lindsay, No, no, no! That video simply will not do. Really, Lisa, is that the best acting you could do? You hardly looked scared at all. And if I'm not mistaken you actually giggled half way through! Really! Lindsay's filming technique was just great, with the perfect scan of Lisa's pretty little body and that nice closeup between her legs. But Lisa - you just didn't pull off a convincing performance! I'm very disappointed. We're going to have to do it again, that's all there is to it. I'm sorry to be such a task master, but I care far too deeply for the welfare of my sweet eight-year-old blonde angels to let you fall into the clutches of evil Mr. O'Steel. You're just going to have to try again. But this time, let's let Lindsay be the little actress. Lisa, you hold the phone this time and try to do a better job as a camera girl than an actress. And Lindsay, we need you to lay it on a little thicker this time. It has to be convincing or this plan won't work. You do everything Lisa tried to do, but better. Don't forget the frowning and frightened look and lay it on when you cry out "no Master, please, please, it's so naughty!" And then I want you to really rub the little nubbin at the top of your precious little slit. Rub it really fast - you'll know how if you just try hard - and say "Master, don't make me be such a naughty slut. Please Master, please!" And don't stop rubbing until you feel a special warmth that spreads all through your pretty little body. That's an orgasm. Don't stop until you have an orgasm. Do you have that, Lindasy? Don't be scared - but do it right!. I know you can. Just imagine how much you want to get rid of awful Mr. O'Steel. Email the results to me when you're done. And get going, now! Waiting impatiently,
Dear Levi, Oh gosh, Levi, that was sooo amazing! What happened? Lindsay can still barely breath from the orgasm thing. But we sent you the video. Please tell us this one will work for the plan! Tell us what else we have to do. We'll do whatever you say! Hopefully,
Dear Lisa and Lindsay, Well, I will admit that that was a better effort. Lisa did a pretty good job with the camera, especially when Lindsay started really getting excited and moaned and writhed on the bed. BUT. But I'm sorry to say that it simply won't do! You're going to have to do SO much better. You've both got to learn how to say "Yes Master!" and "No master!" and "Please Master, please!" like you really mean it. Do I have to come there and spank your little bottoms to make you understand! You have to do what I say. That's your job. It's not too much to ask. You must do better! I think we better go back to Lisa acting and Lindsay running the camera-phone. Lisa, this time just start with no clothes on, but get that big teddy bear that's sitting at the top of your bed - the one that's as big as you are. Get on your knees and hold the teddy bear next to you and look into the camera and say "Oh master, no, please. Master! I'll do it, just don't spank me any more!" Then turn around and show the camera your red-hot bottom. Oh wait, I forgot, before you start filming, Lindsay has to spank Lisa's little bare bottom until it's bright red. You got that Lindsay? Make sure it really stings! It has to look real Lindsay - do you hear me. Are you going to do it right this time?! Wait, where was I? Oh yeah. Wow. So, anyway, after you say "don't spank me any more" and show the camera your red-hot flaming bottom, Lisa, you look into the camera with tears in your eyes. And you will have tears in your eyes 'cause Lindsay's gonna spank you good. Then make sure you sniffle piteously before you say. "Oh Master, you're so mean." Then you're going to put the big teddy bear on his back on the bed and you're going to straddle him with your naked little body. The teddy's soft furry belly is going to tickle you between your legs and it's going to feel so good to rub your little pussy against him. Then you look into the camera and pout and say "like this, Master?" as you grip the teddy bear with your legs and you thrust your hips forward and back and rub your sweet, wet little pussy into your teddy bear over and over and over again until you get a really, really nice feeling that makes you want to scream and moan and electricity covers your whole naked little eight-year-old body. Don't stop until you have an orgasm Lisa, you little slut. You do what Levi says now, Lisa and Lindsay! It's the only way. Go on, step on it. Send me that new video! Your friend and Master,
Dear Levi, We did everything just like you commanded. Lisa's bottom really hurt! Lindsay felt bad about making Lisa cry, but we did just like you told us. Lisa forgot all about her sore bottom once she got the hang of riding Mr. Fuzzy - that's what we call our big teddy bear. She rode him really hard and it felt sooo good. And she found out that it feels really good to rub your tiny nipples agains his fur too, and she did that a bunch, so we hope that part was okay. We hope that the video is okay and that you don't have to force us to do any more stuff 'cause we're kind of scared. Lisa was kind of loud when she got to the end of riding on Mr. Fuzzy and we don't want mommy or Mr. O'Steel to hear us! Please Master Levi, please tell us the video is okay. Your servants,
Dear Lisa slave and Lindsay slave, No, no, no, no, no! It will not do. What is wrong with you two. I've tried and tried to train you well, but you just aren't obedient enough yet. Well you'd better get it right this time! I don't know what you were thinking with that video. Lisa's bottom wasn't half red enough! It should have practically been on fire. And Lisa, your attempts at "please Master, please" were pathetic. You have to really mean it! You have to be terrified of your Master. You have to want to please him more than ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. Why can't you get that? And you, Lindsay - what was with the pathetic filming? Do I have to explain every little thing to you? Where were the closeups of Lisa's face as she was convulsing in orgasm? Huh? Where was the money shot, up between her smooth white thighs as her lovely pussy spread wide and scraped up and down along Mr. Fuzzy's furry brown belly? No, no, no, do it again. But switch places. Lisa you'd better spank Lindsay a lot better than she spanked you. Just think about how much it hurt when she spanked you. Channel that anger, that pain. Really spank her hard! Then Lisa films and Lindsay rides the big furry brown beast. And make that pleading and whining believable. Make your fear palpable, Lindsay, or I'll show you real fear the next time! Oh, and one last thing. I saw a nice long scarf on the floor by your bed. Before you start I want Lisa to tie Lindsay's arms behind her back - wrist to elbow on both sides, with the scarf wound round and round and round so Lindsay can't move her arms at all. That's the missing ingredient! And besides, Lisa will be able to spank Lindsay so much better that way. Your Master is telling you both what to do! What do you say to your Master? "Please Master, please!" Say it together, now! "Please Master, please!" Get to work, slaves! Your Master,
Dear Master Levi, We did everything you said Master. Please Master, please tell us the video we sent you from Mr. O'Steel's phone is good enough. We're so scared. Mommy and Mr. O'Steel stopped making noise in the other room and we're so afraid they might have heard Lindsay crying when Lisa spanked her. We tried really hard to do everything right. Lindsay didn't like having her arms tied so tight behind her back! It was scary, especially when she was getting spanked. And Lindsay's little pussy was super wet when Lisa filmed it up close from behind and she practically passed out from the orgasm thing at the end and Lisa made sure to film that too. Mr. Fuzzy's tummy is all wet now. We tried to do exactly what you said, Master. Please let us know soon Master, please
Dear Lisa slave and Lindsay slave, You are getting to be very good little slaves for your Master Levi. Your latest attempt at a video is almost good enough for our plan, but not quite. Master is proud of you! But you need to try one more time. I'm sure you can do it - as long as you do EXACTLY what Master tells you. You wouldn't want Master Levi to have to come and punish you on your bare little white bottoms, would you? Or maybe you would! Just imagine Master's hand coming down on your bare round bottoms, again and again, much harder than either of you did to the other. Lindsay, Master wants you to use the long scarf to tie Lisa's arms behind her back, just like yours were tied, only maybe even tighter. You let her do that Lisa! And then, because we don't want Lisa's screaming out and waking up Mr. O'Steel when her little white bottom gets spanked by Master's slave Lindsay, Lindsay is going to stuff two pairs of white panties into Lisa's little mouth and then tie a short, knotted scarf across her mouth and behind her head to keep the panties in. You two go and do all that to get ready, right now! Take some nice video of Lisa's super red bottom and her arms tied and her gag. Then Lindsay can come back and read the rest of the instructions. Go now, slaves! Okay Lindsay slave, Master saw a wooden brush on your nightstand. Master wants you get the brush and hang onto it. Then help little Lisa slave get on top of Mr. Fuzzy, with her little pussy rubbing into Mr. Fuzzy's furry tummy and her legs straddling him. But before you film Lisa, you need to pull Lisa slaves feet together and tie her ankles together very tight, so that she can't get off of Mr. Fuzzy no matter how hard she tries. Don't worry Lindsay slave, Lisa slave can't scream. And as soon as Lisa slave is tied to Mr. Fuzzy, Master wants you to push the handle of that brush into Lisa slave's tiny little butt hole. Don't be scared and DO AS YOUR TOLD, Lindsay slave. Push that brush handle in deep, all the way, until the whole handle is up inside Lisa slave's little ass. Then it's time to make more video of your little slut slave sister rubbing her little wet cunt into Mr. Fuzzy. And since Lisa can't talk I want Lindsay slave to say "Oh Master, please, why do I have to torture my poor little sister?" If Lisa slave-cunt isn't rubbing her pussy really fast and giving herself a big orgasm, then you need to slap her pretty bottom and push the brush in harder - pull it part way out and push it back in, over and over, until Lisa slave-cunt behaves and does what Master wants! Fuck her little ass with that brush, Lindsay slave-cunt. Do it! Do it now! And then send your Master the video. I'll be waiting. Don't make Master mad, you little slave-cunts. Hurry! Master is waiting. Your Master,
Dear Master Levi, Oh, oh. Lisa didn't like the panties in her mouth or the awful brush up her bottom hole. She cried and cried and it was way harder to have the orgasm thing this time - but she did it just like Master wanted. And Lindsay slave got really excited and had an orgasm thing too, from just her fingers while she was taking the video of Lisa trying to rub herself against Mr. Fuzzy while she was tied up so tight. We're so sorry if that was bad! Please don't punish us just because Lindsay had an orgasm thing that you didn't tell us about. Please Master, please? And please tell us the new video is the right one for the plan, Master. We're so scared! Please Master, please,
Dear Lisa slave-cunt and Lindsay slave-cunt, Master is proud of you! Your last video is probably the best we can do until we have a helpful third party, some decent lighting and a real camera. It will have to do for now. You did quite well for slave-cunts. So, slave-cunts, here's what you have to do now. First you have to sneak the camera-phone back into Mr. O'Steel's jacket. Make sure all the video's are still there first! The whole point of this exercise is having those videos on his phone without him knowing about them. The next part is very important, so don't screw it up, slave-cunts! Ten minutes before breakfast you need to call the police! That's right, Lisa-cunt and Lindsay-cunt, you are going to call the police. You just call 9-1-1 and you tell the operator your names and how old you are. Then you tell the operator that mean Mr. O'Steel has been abusing you and hurting you and that there are videos of you on his mobile phone to prove it. Make sure that you are crying and tell the operator how very, very scared you are and someone needs to rescue you from mean Mr. O'Steel. That's all you have to do little slave-cunts. It's easy! While you're sitting down for breakfast the police are going to come to your house and they're going to demand to see Mr. O'Steel's phone and when they do you tell them that's the one. And when the police see the video's of my two little blonde slave-cunt angels being horribly abused, they will drag nasty Mr. O'Steel away in handcuffs and you'll never have to see him again! See, I told you your Master would help you and take care of you, slave-cunts. Make sure you let me know how it all goes. Your Master,
Dear Master Levi, Oh Master, Master, please, you have to help us! We don't know what went wrong. We're so scared! We'll do anything if you'll just help us Master Levi. We called the police at 9-1-1 just like you commanded Master and the lady on the other end was very nice and very worried about us. It was kind of hard not to giggle and Lindsay had to do all the talking because Lisa almost burst out laughing. And just like you said, right in the middle of breakfast the police came, two big burly men in nice suits with badges that they flashed at mommy and they looked very angry and serious. They demanded to see Mr. O'Steel's phone and we thought he would go get it out of his jacket, but he didn't. It was in his pants pocket! Mr. O'Steel gave his phone to the policemen and looked at us with a mean little grin that we didn't like at all! The policemen asked us if it was the right phone and we looked at it and saw a little scratch on the case that we both recognized, so we said yes. Then the policemen took a look at the phone for a long time and they kept whispering to one another. One of them even called into the police station and then hooked the phone up to a computer he'd brought with him. It took a long time and we got more and more scared. Mr. O'Steel just sipped his coffee and smiled and wouldn't tell mommy what was going on. Finally the policemen called mommy over and told us we had to come too. They told mommy that we had called 9-1-1 and reported a terrible crime and that we'd said that Mr. O'Steel's phone would have pictures and video of what he did to us. But there were no pictures or video and one of the policemen said he'd been able to tell that nothing had been erased from the phone! But we know it was the same phone! Mommy and the policemen were so mad! The policemen said it was a very bad crime to give a false report to the emergency line and that if we ever did it again we would get arrested and mommy would get in trouble too. That made mommy very upset. She was so upset she could barely talk and all she could do was yell at us to go to our rooms and "stop trying to ruin everything!" Nobody would listen to us. About half an hour later, after the policemen left, Mr. O'Steel came into our room and he had that awful grin on his face that's so scary. We huddled together on our bed and asked him where mommy was. He said, "Oh, your mom was very upset. Between the wedding tomorrow and the police and you two naughty little girls she's at her wits end. I gave her a sedative, which she washed down with the last of her morning champagne, so she's going to be asleep for several hours. That gives us lots of time to get to know one another better." And that's when Mr O'Steel picked up the long scarves that we used to tie each other's arms behind our backs like you told us to, Master Levi! He ran the scarves through his hands, staring at us as we shivered on our bed with big scared eyes. Then he looked around the room for a minute. He found the two pairs of panties we'd stuffed in Lisa's mouth and he put them on top of the dresser with the scarves and took two more pairs of panties out of the drawer and added them to the pile. He looked around the room some more and he smiled in a really scary way when he picked up Mr. Fuzzy! He put Mr. Fuzzy on the dresser too, where he barely fit. But Mr O'Steel was still looking for something and the he finally found it - our hair brush. We both gasped and grabbed each other even tighter when he picked it up and smelled the handle. We washed it really, really good, but we could tell that he still smelled something because he got that awful smile again and the hairbrush ended up on the pile with all the other stuff. Then Mr O'Steel looked at us and said "So, Lisa, Lindsay, girls - you called the police, but now the police know you were just making up stories, don't they?" We were too scared to answer, but he didn't care. "And what do you think would happen if you called the police and tried to tell them another story? They wouldn't believe you, would they? And do you know what they do with little cunts who tell them lies? They put them in a special little-girl prison, a prison for slave-cunts. That's what they do. And they might even arrest your mommy for not controlling her naughty little slave-cunt daughters! Just think how sad your mommy would be if she got arrested and her little slave-cunt girls were locked up in the little-girl prison. That would be terrible, wouldn't it? WOULDN'T IT?" We were so scared, we couldn't answer, but we both nodded our little slave-cunt heads up and down and that made Mr O'Steel calm down. He smiled again, which was awful, and the he quietly said "We need a few more things, don't we, slave-cunts? I'll be back in a little bit. Don't go anywhere." And he left. We're still really, really scared, but he's been gone for about twenty minutes now so we decided to write to you as fast as we could and beg you to help us. Please Master, please. We need your help. Was all that awful stuff about little-girl jail true? What did he go to get? What is he going to do!? Save us from awful Mr O'Steel! Tell us what to do. We'll do anything you say Master Levi. Please!! Your frightened slave-cunts,
Dear Lisa slave-cunt and Lindsay slave-cunt Well now, aren't you two in a pickle. And it's rather worse than you know, little slave-cunts. I'm so sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but there's just nothing I can do about it. I enjoyed having you two as my slave-cunts, if ever so briefly, but you'll have to answer to your new Master now. I must say he drove a hard bargain for you, but your good friend Levi made out just fine - especially if you consider that my initial investment was so small! And besides, I'll get to enjoy you two vicariously for years to come - as your new Master and I have a long-term agreement for exclusive distribution rights. So really, this is going to be a very lucrative deal for everyone concerned. Well, maybe not for you two. Your new Master is Mr. O'Steel, in case you hadn't figured that out. And yes, everything he told you before was spot on. I'm sure you'd just hate little-girl jail, especially with the mean guards and the spiders and rats. It's an awful place. You're much better off at home, even if Mr. O'Steel has high expectations for your behavior. He's your Master now, and by the end of tomorrow he'll be your step-daddy too! And now there's no way anyone would ever believe you if you tried to say bad things about your new Master! So just be good little slave-cunts for him and everything will be fine. Just think how much time you can spend with your new Master now that he knows your mother likes to combine alcohol and sedatives! I'm sure your new Master will be back any moment now. He just needed to get some supplies - you know, ropes, cameras, lights, a pair of handcuffs, maybe a spreader bar, an anal plug or two - all the usual stuff. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. I so look forward to seeing both of you, at least on video. I'll be following your progress closely - and I'm sure you're going to have a LOT of fans. You have a great time with your new Master and step-daddy! Good bye dear slave-angels,
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