Tombstone (8 page)

“Aaaah.
 
Ohhh,” Annika screamed.
 
The pain radiating across her sex was excruciating.
 
No one had ever hurt her little pussy before, and it was something she had never anticipated experiencing.
 
Pins and needles pierced through her little bead that was still helplessly convulsing in climax.
 
Again the man’s hand came down, in rapid staccato slaps until her hips remained still and she sobbed.

A few moments later, Sandy’s exuberant cry of release sprang out, minus the scream.
 
Her slanted dark eyes looked up at the black man, nervously surprised and still blinking quickly as she recovered.
 
Where Annika was destined to be tortured for every forced release, Sandy was kept coaxed in arousal, pleasured to tormenting degrees.
 
Instead of slapping her pussy, he continued to stroke her slit and plunge a thick finger in and out of her dripping hole.

Jude helped Tombstone make their costumes.
 
When the eye patches were finally removed, the girls had been locked into position.
 
This compound was slightly different and did not allow the mannequins to be repositioned.
 
It had slight give at the tops of their thighs and shoulders, allowing them to crawl.

Sandy was coated in solid white and Annika in glossy black.
 
Per Jonathan’s request, Tombstone left their bottoms exposed.
 
The girls rested on all fours with their knees spread and their backs arched.
 
It caused their bottoms to tilt slightly up when they crawled, and their breasts jutted up when they were lifted to a balanced squatting position.
 
Their long ponytails cascaded from the top, and they wore permanent collars with rings embedded in the front and the back.

Jude lifted Annika onto the table so that she was lying with her firm breasts pointed at the ceiling.
 
She stared in terror through the eye slits of the mask and tried with all her might to force her thighs together.
 
Tombstone stood between her legs and she screamed when she saw the rings.
 
Jude leaned over, a huge black giant with a lecherous gleam in his eyes that was frightening.
 
His flat pink tongue began lapping her nipple.

Annika had already discovered that while she was ensconced in the rubber costume any exposed flesh was extremely sensitive.
 
Within moments he had her moaning, and she tried to encourage him to keep nipping her pink nipple.
 
She was thrilled to feel the other man’s cock plunge deep into her gripping pussy.
 
Although a part of her mind nervously contemplated what painful punishment the man would impose, she tried to rock into his motion and believe that this time, maybe, he would let her experience her orgasm unscathed.

The black man moved to the other side and began coaxing her other bud to a taut little tip.
 
Just as Annika felt the welling rush of her climax, Tombstone pierced the prepared nipple.
 
While Tombstone deserted her channel, Annika began sobbing in need at the unfairness of it.
 
He moved to her side, flicking her pierced nipple, and Jude knelt between her thighs.

Jude loved the pink pussies of the diminutive pair, and he snacked on them until they moaned mindless pleasure.
 
Annika tried to lift her hips into his face to complete her orgasm.
 
She barely acknowledged her other nipple being pierced while the flat tongue, the monstrously liquid muscle, swiped up and down her slit, sucking her clit until she was ready to explode.
 
She gasped and tried to grind into him, and then his mouth abandoned her.
 
Annika moaned in disappointment… and shrieked a moment later when the ring pierced through her swollen bead.

Sandy received the same jewelry, though she was coddled and soothed through the process.
 
The frightening man with the scary blue eyes gently massaged her breasts while the thick black cock plunged into her pussy.
 
She cried from the pain of the piercing, all the way through her orgasm.

Leashes were attached to the backs of their collars and they crawled into Jonathan’s living room on January 9
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Attached to one of Annika’s nipples was a thin chain with a small flat gold container hanging from it containing a balm.
 
It was another gift from the doctor that proved to be an extraordinary addition.
 
One small swipe of the clear salve made nerve endings raw and excited.

Tombstone explained it to Jonathan, and he showed him how he kept it on their nipples, pussies, and anuses.
 
The ‘twins’ stayed peaked, wet, and clenching in invitation.
 
Acknowledging that Jonathan had four sons and a daughter, he included a larger refill jar with the order.

Annika and Sandy moaned and cried when they saw Stanley’s father.
 
They pleaded forgiveness with their eyes.
 
The man just smiled with a sadistic leer and took the two leashes.
 
Jonathan walked them over to a sofa, and Tombstone tilted them back so that they were squatting in front of him.
 
Their arms were outstretched and their breasts thrust forward.
 
With their knees spread and rounded little bottoms tilted up invitingly, they were balanced perfectly on rubber coated feet.
 
“Is there any sort of maintenance necessary?”

“Soap and water for exposed areas if you feel like it, but just water on the suit or it tends to dull a bit.
 
I’ve kept them on oatmeal with protein powder and vitamins.
 
It cuts down on hygiene problems.
 
They’re trained for bucket breaks in the morning and evening.
 
You might want to have one of your house servants take care of it.”
 
Tombstone stroked Annika’s exposed bottom.
 
“If they don’t perform satisfactorily, you know, sucking or squeezing, seal their eyes and ears with the patches stuck to the masks.
 
They have an aversion to the loss of any other senses.”

Jonathan turned to Jude.
 
“Can you transport them in February?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Bentley.
 
Call the club and schedule ahead.
 
Valentine’s is busy, and I’ll have several pickups.”

After Tombstone and Jude drove away, Jonathan sat forward and stared into Annika’s terrified eyes.
 
He stroked her nipple and began to lightly twist the ring.
 
In a quiet, reminiscing voice, he said, “Stanley was born three months premature.
 
He had pneumonia twice before he was one.
 
His mother died from the toxemia that had brought him early, and he fought from the day he was born to stay with us.
 
He couldn’t fight someone like you, though.
 
He never could.”

Jonathan sipped his scotch, letting his eyes travel the length of the girl’s rubber coated body.
 
“His brother, Michael, was with him last summer.
 
When Stanley told him that he had met a nice girl, Mike was happy and gave him the privacy he wanted.
 
You have no idea how this fucked up his head.
 
He blames himself for not watching out for his brother.”

The sorrow in his tone frightened Annika.
 
When he began speaking again, she wished she had her ear patches on.
 
“I’m telling you this because I’m giving you to Michael.
 
I don’t know any other way he can heal.
 
Me?”
 
Jonathan sighed.
 
“My Stanley is gone, resting beside his mother where I will soon join them.
 
It is enough that I’ll watch you suffer, in only a slight parody of the way you have hurt our family.”

Jonathan rose and looked down on the black and white twins.
 
“I have three other sons besides Michael, and a daughter who acted as mother for Stanley.
 
They’ll be joining me for dinner this evening.”

Jonathan ignored their sobs, and he left the room in search of Hannah and Duke.
 
They could take care of ‘polishing and maintaining’ his new artwork.
 
Hannah had been his wife’s personal servant, and she never left Stanley’s side during any of his illnesses.

Michael, still deeply depressed, was the only one of the children who did not notice that the double doors to the living room were closed.
 
His three brothers and sister tried to cheer him up through dinner.
 
After desert, Jonathan stood.
 
“We’ll be having cocktails in the living room.”

“If it’s okay, I think I’ll just head home,” Michael murmured, and he stood to leave.

“No, son.
 
You
, especially, need to join us.
 
I have a gift to present to you that needs to stay here, but it can be shared by all,” Jonathan replied.

The siblings looked at each other, trying to decode the unusual statement.
 
Mike said, “Dad, please.
 
I know you’re trying to help, but this is something I need to work out on my own.”
 
Michael looked at his brothers and sister.
 
“I appreciate all of you for not making me feel worse than I do.
 
I promise you, I die everyday with him.
 
If I could ever find that little…”

“Michael,” Jonathan interrupted.
 
“I found her.”
 
A slow smile crossed his features, as he studied the astonished faces looking up at him.
 
“Cocktails?”

Chairs quickly pushed out from the table.
 
Jonathan opened the double doors, and Hannah began delivering the drinks on her tray to the bewildered and awestruck children.
 
Duke beamed from his spot near the fireplace.
 
He had certainly enjoyed applying the salve to the twins.
 
They were squeezing and leaking down the latex in frustration, and the poor little white one had toppled twice from her squat as a result of her trembling.
 
Duke carefully replaced her into the squat and stroked her pussy.
 
“Be a good little mannequin.
 
Mr. Bentley wants to present you upright,” he chuckled.
 
Sandy gazed at him through the mask slits, fevered arousal in her eyes begging him to keep stroking her.

Jonathan walked up to the twin dressed in black, and he fisted the white blonde mane.
 
“This one, Michael.
 
Her name was Annika.
 
I call her ‘Twin Pain’.”
 
He grabbed the white suit’s dark hair.
 
“This is ‘Twin Pleasure’, her co-conspirator.”
 
Jonathan glanced at the ringed open mouths, clenching bottoms, and dripping pussies.
 
“I believe they are arranged in a manner so that everyone can meet them.”

“Mikey,” Sammy said, already lowering his zipper and letting his cock drop out.
 
He and Michael were ‘real’ twins, born minutes apart and identical.
 
“Honor is yours, bro’, but I get second dibs at the bitch.”
 
Sammy had left from summer break early, and was originally supposed to share ‘Stanley duty’ with Mike.

Annika shuddered within the suit when she felt a hand caress her bottom.
 
The balm created a heated sensation, stroking raw nerves with alternating pinpricks and numbness.
 
The thought that someone would soon be plunging into her cramping pussy, pushing and pulling her arousal further until she could finally orgasm, had her quivering inside the suit.
 
It was so damn frustrating not to be able to move and masturbate.

A liquidy finger pushed into her bottom and she groaned.
 
Tombstone had only used her there once, because he said the family deserved the honor.
 
From the conversation above her, she gathered it was Sammy preparing to drive down her throat and she screamed through the gag at the size of him.
 
He smiled down at the wide blue eyes and said, “Mike and I are identical, though I think he might be hung a little longer.”

Annika closed her eyes, sobbing while the purple fleshy crown rolled around her pried vinyl lips.
 
She was rocked down to her hands and knees while her pussy clenched, leaking constantly for the past hour from the salve, burning her bottom hole, but making her muscles work anyway.
 
Something sliced across her bottom, and she screamed around the cock driving down her throat.
 
Three more times she felt a strong hand spank her bared cheeks, and then she felt a cock push through her back opening.
 
She wailed while the other man drove into her mouth as her bottom convulsed helplessly from the balm, gripping the cock plunging into her ass and feeling as though she were tearing apart.

The cock in her mouth was savagely plunging, impossibly long and thick, the muscle pushed down the tight tube in her neck, cutting off her air and panicking her.
 
“Lick me, slut.”
 
Annika frantically swirled her tongue along the tormenting shaft.
 
Meanwhile, her bottom was ravaged by Michael, the man she was going to belong to.
 
Despite the churning in her bowels as the balm worked into the forbidden access, she began gripping her strained channel around his cock, needing to cure the horrible itching sensation accompanying the burn and the pain.

“I get this one,” Nancy announced.
 
She slipped down her linen slacks, stepped out of her thongs, and stood in front of the ‘Pleasure Twin’, lifting her chin.
 
Nancy enjoyed a cock now and then, but her true desire had always led her to be the dominating partner with a woman.
 
She spread her legs and pushed her pussy towards Sandy’s gaping mouth.
 
“She’s not doing anything,” Nancy complained.
 
She reached down and stroked a nipple, and the slanted eyes glazed with lust while the girl moaned.
 
Nancy recognized the girl was awash in sexual heat.
 
“Hey, you.
 
Wake up and get that tongue moving,” she laughed.