| SIN AND DEX: LOST FROM 124TH STREET [ part 13 ] This was the last week of their stay with us. Our meals were now mainly soup and other nourishing liquid foods. I made sure that we all ate the same so that the girls wouldn’t feel that they were missing out on anything. Their training was now a matter of revision, showing how to please each other as well as Billie-Jo and Pauline; they were also showing me their appreciation as well. I introduced them to their transport today. Dexter had already seen the video of Toy’s when she was sent to me, but it was the first time that Sinister had watched it. “Master I’m scared!” Sinister said to me as she watched it, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay in that box.” I held her in my arms to reassure her. “I know. But I hope that what I have planned will help you.” I told the girl. She had been receiving treatment from ‘Elizabeth’ and was now able to wear the helmet, with a blacked out visor, for almost a whole day without going catatonic. Dexter had also been taking sessions with Elizabeth but for different reasons, she was now able to go into a light trance and repeat any message I told her, this would be when certain conditions had been met. She would automatically erase the message and never remember it again – this was so that I’d be able to pass on any instructions to either Sinister or their new Mistress. A regular part of their last week was sessions of enema treatments to ensure that they were completely clean inside – again for two reasons, they would be ‘plugged’ up for the two day trip. We’d also started them on drinking their own urine, just for a short time so that they’d be used to the taste. I’d already got them to accept it as part of their training. It’s not nourishing but it would stop them from dehydration. I managed to get the crates into their basement so that they could see what they would be travelling in. Both crates were marked with a Capital letter S and D – mainly so that we wouldn’t place the girls in the wrong one. Well we had equipment to place in each for the girls and it wouldn’t do to mix them up, especially since Sinister’s was going to have the sedated water in it. At T-day minus 4 days (T-day being Transport day) we did a practise run of packing first Dexter and then Sinister into their crates. First we placed the girl into the center of the crate, she stood on a heavy weighted base -to ensure the crate stayed upright. And then the anal plug was inserted -“MASTER!”, moaned Dexter as the rather large dildo was eased into her rectum, “It’s too BIG!” I held onto her and spoke gently to her, “It has to be large Dexter; you’re going to be in the crate for two days, we’ve got to ensure that you’re empty inside and that you don’t leak any fluids while you’re in there, you will soon adjust to it. But don’t worry I’ve been told that the mistress you’re going to be sent to will have a full medical team who will check that you are okay.” She winced a bit before her anus got used to the size of the dildo inside her. Then she watched as Pauline knelt in front of her holding onto a catheter that had been lubricated, her eyes widened as Pauline started to insert it into her urethra following gently until she had reached the bladder, she inflated a balloon located in the top of the catheter to hold it in. Pauline checked the tube which started to flow with her urine, ensuring that the colour was clear and not showing any blood. Once she was certain that all was correct she looked up at Dexter and smiled. “You’re going to love the next bit.” Pauline told the girl as she attached a moderate dildo to a flexible pole, hinged in the middle to allow insertion of the dildo. Pauline positioned the now fixed dildo against Dexter’s vagina, Pauline then agitated Dexter’s clitoris to excite her before starting to insert the dildo inside the child, causing Dexter to push back against the anal dildo before standing on her tiptoes. Finally the rubber phallus was completely inserted into Dexter and she was standing normally, although moving her hips slightly to allow the two dildos to settle. The final attachments were made, she held onto a bar in front of her to maintain balance. Then her throat microphones and the helmet was fitted with the visor down, I picked up the radio and spoke to her. “Hello Dexter can you hear me?” I said watching her body move as the headphones transmitted my voice. “Loud and clear master, I can’t locate the drinking tube.” She reported, stupid of me, we hadn’t attached it yet! “Sorry Dexter, but that is why we’re doing this - to pick up on any problems now rather than later.” I said to her, Pauline had covered her mouth with her hand as she heard that and quickly took the tube from the reservoir container and attached it to Dexter’s helmet, pushing it in until Dexter reported that it was lightly in her mouth. When she needed liquid she would suck on that like a straw. I handed the radio to Sinister who had taken it all in without a word. “Sister are you okay?” She asked. I could hear laughter in Dexter’s voice as she answered. “I’m fine Sin. The dildos feel strange in me, but apart from that it seems okay at the moment.” I started to shake the crate which agitated both dildos bringing “OH MY GOD!” from the girl as they moved against her. “Sister are you alright?” Sinister quickly spoke into the radio. “Don’t worry Sin! That was a fantastic feeling. Remember how master and Billie-Jo took us at the same time?” Dexter asked her sister, when she was told ‘yes’ she continued, “Well it was just like that! Both the dildos moved in me, I’m going to enjoy this!” She said with eagerness in her voice. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that after some time she might feel that it was a torture. While she was talking to her sister, Sinister was holding her legs open to allow Billie-Jo to insert a catheter into her. I in the meantime was now taking the last side to Dexter’s crate and placing it into position; I did not hammer the side on - as we were only testing out the crate. With Dexter fully enclosed she still kept talking to Sinister trying to reassure her. We took Sinister over to ‘her’ crate she looked at the dildo already attached ready to enter her anus and shook her head, I looked at her as she looked up at me, and then she surprised all of us. “Master, that is too small for me! I need a larger one!” She told us, it was all I could do not to laugh at her. There she was standing naked in front of us with her legs apart, fists on her hips and glaring at us - with a tube leading from her lower body where the catheter emerged into the open air -demanding that a larger dildo be used on her. “But Sinister,” I said, “This is just to see how you cope being locked up for a few hours, if we think you can cope with a large butt plug then we will change it. Okay?” She considered that and then nodded her head, “Yes thank you master.” Before she went into the crate and positioned herself over the dildo, she made sure that there was enough lubrication before she lowered her ass onto it. “OH, Yesssssss!” she exclaimed as she felt it enter her sphincter, before moving slightly to seat it. “That all right at the moment master, but I still think it’s too small.” She told me. Billie-Jo soon had the second dildo set-up and inserted into Sinister’s vagina ensuring that the two were seated correctly. The girl was now held by the two poles attached to either side of the crate. Again a rail in front of her allowed her to grip in position, unlike Dexter though Sinister was tied to the rail she would have no freedom to try to struggle free of her bonds. Billie-Jo ensured that the feeder tube from Sinister’s catheter to her reservoir, which would contain her sedative and some more water was then connected to her helmet along with the air tubes, she checked that the headphones were receiving Dexter’s voice, and finally that her throat microphones were fitted correctly before lowering the helmet onto Sinister’s head. As with Dexter’s crate I went round Sinister’s hitting the side listening to the radio voice of Sinister as she felt the results. “OOoooooohhhhhhh mmyyy gggoooodddddd!” Sinister moaned as the vibrations were transmitted through her dildos, this time really touching the soul of the girl. The radio allowed us to hear Dexter’s sniggers as she heard Sinister’s reaction. “You see what I mean Sis?” Came Dexter’s voice after a few seconds, “These two really let us feel whenever the boxes are moved.” “Do they ever!”, exclaimed Sinister, “Do you think they’re be like that when we travel?” I spoke into the radio, “That’s what they’re designed to do girls, also you’ll find that at times the dildos will start to vibrate on their own, so even when the van is still you’re still have something to keep you interested.” I looked at Pauline and Billie-Jo both of whom were ready with the packing material to pour into the top of the crates - I had the crates standing on plastic sheets to allow easy cleaning. “Now girls we’re going to be adding the packing, its all polystyrene chips so don’t worry about how it feels, in all the travelling it will settle down to its own level.” I nodded to the two girls who started to pour the chips into the top of the crate. “Oohh that feels so weird, it’s like water pouring in but without the wetness!” Dexter said and then added, “It’s lucky you’ve got the air holes in here so we can breathe normally” She said that purely to remind Sinister that there was no problems with the air supply - the tube were attached to holes placed in the crate side, these hold pointed down so that moisture wouldn’t get into the girls by mistake. Unlike the time when Toy was transported and had the tubes inserted into her nostrils these were just inserted into the helmets to provide air. Once the crates had been filled with the chips the tops were loosely attached - we would be nailing them down when the girls are being transported. I spoke into the radio again. “Sinister, Dexter? Radio check.” I said. “Loud and clear master.” and “I can hear you master.” came from both the girls. “Good. Now we are going to leave you two in the crates for a day, we will be moving them now and again, but mostly you will be left alone, do you understand.” I told them. Dexter was the first to answer. “I understand master, but am I allowed to talk to Sinister please master.” just before Sinister’s response of “I … do understand master.” “Dexter you are allowed to maintain contact with Sinister at all time, I know she’ll listen to your voice and know that you are with her. Isn’t that true Sinister?” I said to both girls. “Yes master.” Sinister’s voice was now calmer and slightly happier, due to a post-hypnotic suggestion from ‘Elizabeth’ she would listen to Dexter at all time, and when she felt frightened of the dark she would say a phrase that would trigger Dexter to give a response no matter what she was doing. “Thank you master.” Said Dexter, and I left the two girls to talk to each other. I turned to Billie-Jo and Pauline. “Now girls get dressed and ready to go out, I want to eat a proper meal and I’m sure you two do.” They quickly scurried away to their bedrooms to dress properly for the outside, where they’d been accepted as my adopted daughters. I had already arranged a table at a local restaurant and was looking forward to the meal. ------- Some hours later I returned home and turned on the radio to listen to the girls. Would Sinister have been able to cope after this short time? I was greeted with the sound of both girls singing away, their voices vibrating with the effects of the dildos as they were randomly activated. I followed the song as the girls carried on with it finally joining in with the chorus with the girls. Once the song was ended both girls spoke up, now in tandem. “MASTER. . . Are you there” Said Dexter “Please tell us…..” Continued Sinister. “We’re having such fun just singing away.” Ended Dexter. I spoke into the radio, “Yes girls I’m here, now how are you getting on?” Although I spoke to both girls we all knew that I was talking to Sinister first. “I’ve been a bit scared master, but when Dexter speaks to me I feel better.” Sinister told me. It was part of a conditioned reflex that Elizabeth had manage to hypnotised into her. “It’s strange master, standing here as. . . as. . . ah, ah, ahhh aaaiiiieeee.” The girl climaxed as the dildo inside her started pulsing again, “I . . . I’m sorry master.” She panted away in her post climactic daze. “I think this is set too high.” She added. “That’s okay Dexter I understand.” I told the girl, “But the vibrator is at the right setting and might be set higher for the real trip!” I smiled at the groans that came from the speakers. “Now girls I’m going to bed, so goodnight and don’t let the bed-bugs bite” I said while sitting down in a chair near the crates. After a few minutes I could hear Sinister’s voice as she spoke to her sister, I didn’t bother to talk as I wanted to test the sound proofing of the crates. I walked up to each crate and put my ear to them one at a time – nothing! Not a sound could be heard, but the radio was resounding with the voices of both girls in conversation. I took the radio upstairs with me as I went to bed; Pauline and Billie-Jo were waiting for me, their faces smeared with their juices as I undressed. I placed the radio by the bed and the girls giggled as they heard both Sinister and Dexter succumb to the pulsating dildos inside them. “They’re alright in those crates master?” Pauline asked me, I just pointed to the radio, she listened again for a few minutes and then nodded in answer to her own question, “They sound happy, but it has been only a few hours.” The voice, although from Pauline, sounded like Elizabeth. “The treatment they’ve received is holding, when we get up tomorrow they will be released, slightly disorientated as to the time, but that’s all.” I reassured her but she didn’t want to be calmed down. “Look the timer is still on in Sinister’s crate and she’ll be receiving the sedative in a few minutes, she’ll be asleep for the rest of the night.” I told her, this was better and Pauline (Elizabeth?) nodded. “I’m sorry master but she was worried about Sinister.” Pauline told me later that night. I just nodded and held her close to me. If Elizabeth was so worried now what would she be like when the girls actually left? Billie-Jo welcomed me into her arms, and her legs which opened wide to admit me, she moaned in pleasure as my cock entered her young twat. I pounded inside her until I heard her cum and then I allowed myself to erupt inside her, finally rolling off from her body, as I fell asleep I noticed Pauline diving down to Billie-Jo’s slit in order to suck my jism from her. ---- Following the test packing of the girls, we were satisfied with their condition. Even Sinister was amazed that she had stayed in the box for that time. Dexter was complaining of a slightly dry throat, but agreed that she hadn’t been taking as much liquid as she should have – she still had a slight aversion to drinking her own piss. Finally the day of their departure had arrived! There was much crying from all the girls as we made our farewells, the lessons learnt with their practise crating were put to good use, and there were additional items added to each crate. Sinister had a belt added to her waist. On this, in a holster, was her flute. I’d told her that she wouldn’t be parted from it and I was keeping my promise. Also in her helmet was a small lamp, which was controlled by Dexter. Sinister’s hands were cuffed to the bar in front of her. She also had a larger anal plug as she wanted. When she impaled herself on it she smiled. “Ooohhh Master! That is much better.” She told me while waiting for the vaginal dildo to be inserted. Billie-Jo had ensured that the batteries were new and that the electronics were all in full working order. We quickly packed Sinister away and the side was nailed into position. The packing chips were added to the crate and we ensured that Sinister was okay before the top was nailed down as well. “Oh master you don’t know how that hammering does to the dildos in me.” She said over the radio. “Did you enjoy it sister?” Dexter asked. “It was wonderful sister, you’re going to like it!”, Sinister assured her twin. In Dexter’s crate we had a few more additions. A keyboard was strapped onto one side of the crate, a radio was also attached, for the girl’s mistress to be able to talk to them when they arrived – I had already passed instructions for Dexter’s crate to be unpacked first. On Dexter’s hand rail there were two extra buttons, one which controlled the lamps in Sinister’s helmet. The other was an SOS button to be used only if Sinister needed aid. This was keyed to Ropeville’s police station from where a rescue force would be sent – this was arranged through Elizabeth – the real one – who was amused to talk to her younger self. I gave Dexter a kiss as she was being positioned in her crate. “I’m sorry I took you and Sinister away from your lives, but at least you know that the person you’re going to wants you both.” I told her, she kissed my cheek. “Darling master, I was angry with you at first, but now I understand and I’m, well… not happy, but satisfied I think is the word I’m looking for.” She said. And she seemed happy as Pauline inserted the dildos inside her. Before the helmet was placed on her head she lifted her face and kissed Pauline, “Good-bye mistress Pauline, and thank you for everything.” Pauline lowered the helmet onto Dexter’s head and made sure that the microphone was securely attached and guided Dexter’s hands to the bar, When she looked at me I could see tears in her eyes, I held her tightly for a moment before we carried on with the crating. Billie-Jo was wearing a headset with microphone tuned to the girls frequency and was monitoring everything they said, she giggled as the side of Dexter’s crate was secured. We added the packing chips to her crate and then the top was also added and secured. The two crates were ported to the door of the basement by a trolley and then the flying fox arrangement allowed me to move the crates upstairs where I placed them by the front door. We waited for the UPS delivery man to arrive and Billie-Jo and Pauline hid when he arrived. I was wearing a smock and had chalk dust on my hands as I helped him to load the two crates onto his van. “What on earth are those?” He asked me. I smiled at him. “Oh just two sculptures for a display, they’re highly fragile so could you treat them with care please?” I told him. “Mister we always treat our parcels with extreme care, don’t worry.” He reassured me before driving off. ---- As soon as the van was out of sight I went to my room where Pauline and Billie-Jo were listening to the radio, the moans and gasps of Sinister and Dexter as the van drove down the roads. “You’re on your way girls; good luck.” I said into the microphone and heard the voices of my two recent trainees as they wished me goodbye. We listened until the girls were out of range and then Billie-Jo took off her headset, I could see the tears in her eyes. “Oh master couldn’t we have kept them a bit longer?” She asked me as she started to cry. I reached over to her and pulled her onto my lap. “I’m sorry Billie-Jo, but that’s part of the job. We train them, mould them and then we have to give them up. It’s only a rare moment when we can see them again.” I told her, “I could say that you have to be professional about it, but I can’t be either.” I looked at Pauline and saw that she was crying also. I held out my hand to her and pulled her into a group hug. “Master?” Pauline spoke also in tears, “Do we have to start again?” I thought for a moment, it was quiet at the moment, I had no commissions yet assigned, so I shook my head. “No Pauline, we don’t.” I told her, “I think we deserve a holiday from here.” And so I started to make my plans for our vacation. |