TWINS TIED

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

[ part 5 ]

Christy watched the girls twitch their butts around, their little anuses relaxing then clenching, relaxing, clenching. Their little twats began to become wet, their little lips becoming slick with their cunt juices. Their clits came to attention, coming into full view from beneath their hoods. She watched them both trying to get loose. Again, the fun in being tied up is knowing you can’t get loose, but trying anyway. Christy waited for about thirty minutes, just watching the little girls struggling to get loose. She heard them giggling behind their gags, but that was soon to change.

She pulled out eight alligator clips, somewhat different from the clothespins. They had sharp teeth which would bite and dig into the flesh. Christy began with Chrissy, playing with her right nipple and getting it hard and erect, pulling it out to its farthest, then allowing the clamp to bite down on that still tender nipple. She then did the same to her left nipple, the girl crying out each time in pain. Christy then took two more clamps, pulled on each labium and clamped them down as well. Chrissy yowled as loudly as she could. Then she proceeded to go the same to Cissy. She screamed as well at all the biting teeth on her most tenderest places.

Now, what she hadn’t told them about. Christy pulled out a generic brand of “Icy Hot”. She rubbed some liberally on her index finger, then began to rub it on Chrissy’s nipples, more Icy Hot on her clit, labia, and deep inside her cunt, and finally a lot on her anus, pushing a finger deep within so it would feel the strength of the cream all the down to her colon. Then she repeated the procedure with Cissy.

Soon, both girls were yelling in agony, as the IH began to burn everywhere Christy had rubbed it. Especially on the clits, on and deep inside the vagina, and deep inside their butt holes. Christy watched the girls twisting around in their bonds, watching their little butt holes clench and relax almost constantly. The girls continued to scream and yell for about 20 minutes, when the IH began to wear off.

“Well, my little bondage whores, did you enjoy the surprise I had for you?”

The two girls didn’t know what to say. Whether to nod yes or shake their heads no. As the residuals of the IH began to wear completely off, the two girls nodded wildly.

“Shall I do it again?” Christy asked them.

Both girls nodded yes vehemently. Christy then repeated the procedures on both of them, and watched again, this time for about thirty minutes. She added extra cream to her finger and put it liberally everywhere she had before. Once again, the sisters began to scream and yell through their gags.

Just then the phone rang. Fortunately, there was a phone in the girl’s room. Christy picked it up. It was their mother.

“Yes, Mrs. No, we’re having a lot of fun on the bed. Listen,” and she held it up to the girls screaming and yowling. “No, Mrs. They’re just fine. Oh, really? Probably another day, huh? Sure, I can stay another day and night. No problem. OK, bye.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. The girls put up a fuss. “One of your friends?” The girls continued to writhe under the severe head to the generic IH. “Well, I’ll just have to get her to come upstairs and join you, won’t I?”

Christy finally opened the door. In front of her stood a young girl, the girl’s age, her red hair put up into a braid that fell completely to the floor, freckles (from what she could see) probably all over her body, very deep green eyes. She wore a tube top covering nothing, cut off jeans shorts, and sneakers.

“And who might you be?” asked Christy.

“My name is Misty. Are the twins home? They said I could come over and spend the night if I wanted to.”

“Sure, honey. Come on in.” When Misty walked past the door, Christy shut and locked it. Misty didn’t notice.

“Where are they?” Misty asked, turning toward Christy.

“My name is Christy. I’m their babysitter. They’re upstairs kind of tied up.”

“Can I go play with them?”

“On one condition. You have to take off all your clothes. Right now. And no arguments and no questions. After all, we are all girls here, and know what we all have underneath, right?”

Misty hesitated, then decided what the heck. It isn’t as if she hadn’t been naked before in front of her friends. They’d get naked all the time and play. Without hesitation Misty removed her clothes, one piece at a time. First, her tube top. Christy noticed the huge aureole and nipples on her chest. They were each the size of the old silver dollars. Then she kicked off her shoes. Yep, freckles covered her feet as well. She pulled down her shorts, and finally her dainty underwear. Christy was correct, her body was completely covered in freckles. She wanted to look between her labia and into her little butt to see if they went that far as well. She figured she would soon find out.

“OK, now you can go upstairs and see your friends.”

Misty ran up to their room, and stood totally in awe of her friend’s bondage. She had never seen them so completely naked and open. Christy soon came in after Misty.

“So, what do you think, Misty? Would you like to join them?”

Misty didn’t want to tell Christy about her self-bondage at home. Not even the girls knew about it. And now, she had a chance to try out true bondage, where she would not be able to get loose by herself.

“Yes, please,” Misty whispered. “Tie me up, torture me. Please! I’ve tried self-bondage at home after watching other girls being tied up on TV and in movies. The thing was, I was always afraid to tie my wrists too tight, afraid I wouldn’t be able to get out of my ropes. And now, PLEASE, TIE ME UP AND DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME!”

“OK, first get on the bed, sitting down about halfway between Chrissy and Cissy. Then I want you to close your eyes and open your mouth.” Misty obeyed the older girl.

“Can I touch their butt holes, their nipples, their cunts?” Misty asked.

“Sure, go ahead. I have to get something from downstairs anyway.”

Misty began to play with the other two girls anuses, pushing a finger deep down inside, making the girls twitch. By now, almost all of the head had dissipated. Misty played with their clamped pussy lips, then attacked the girls nipples. Then she returned to their little butt holes, looking close at them, spreading their cheeks farther apart, sticking her fingers back into their anal canals, and rolling her fingers around, pushing it in and pulling it out. The girls almost came, but just then Misty walked in.

“OK, Misty, get situated like I told you to.” Misty obeyed. “Good. Now, I am going to blindfold you with a leather blindfold, like this.” She pushed it onto her eyes, buckling it in back. “Now, I am going to use a ball gag on you. Are you ready?” Misty nodded. “OK, here it comes.” Christy forced the ball into Misty’s mouth, pulling on her lower jaw with one hand, using her thumbs to push it all the way past her teeth. She buckled this in the back of Misty’s head as well.

“Now, Misty, I want you to lay back, with your wrists behind the rail above your head.” Misty complied, scooting down a little to make sure she had them just where Christy told her to.

“Raise your body and head while I pull your braid out from under you.” Misty complied her braid trailing off the edge of the bed to lay curled around itself on the floor. Christy then wrapped tons of rope around her wrists and around the rail itself, until she had so much rope around Misty’s wrists that there would be no way she could move them. “Now, cross your ankles.” Again Misty obeyed. Christy roped her ankles with more rope until her ankles disappeared, then wrapped the rope the other way. She pulled Misty’s feet back until they touched the rail to which her wrists were tied, and tied her ankles to the same rail. She wrapped additional rope around Misty’s knees, and tied them back as far as she could get them, Misty feeling as though her anus and cunt were being literally torn into two. Finally, Christy put Misty’s long braid to use. She wrapped the braid around Misty’s neck many times, then with more rope tied it off to the rail. Misty could breathe, but just barely. And Misty loved it. Now, she couldn’t get loose unless Christy untied her. She was naked, tied up, gagged and blindfolded, choking on her own braid, and about to be privy to pain and humiliation. She couldn’t wait to feel what Christy would do to her. She was already struggling, knowing she couldn’t get loose no matter how hard she tried. She was in bondage heaven. And Christy was her bondage angel.

She prepared herself for whatever torture might come.