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Lady Arachnia

Lady Arachnia

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Cotter sat on a red leather sofa that was situated to one side of the cargo room. The room sported the giant W symbol on the walls of his family along with another large W on the centre of the floor. The room was relatively large and held several large brass containers that likely held a mixture of food, water and other essential supplies. The cargo hold was Cotter's personal one that was reserved for when his great airship, The Conundrum, was docked as it currently was. He currently awaited delivery of a kind of cargo that was more precious than anything else found in this storage room, a kind that interested him more than any other. He was of course waiting for the arrival of two new pieces to his collection, two new rare and exquisite additions that were almost priceless.

Cotter wasn't alone, he was flanked by two of his servants, one man and one woman. The woman's hair was a dark blacky brown colour save for a streak of gold running down the centre of it. She still looked young, around thirty give or take a few years. Around her neck was a thin golden collar with a tiger's eye that matched her hair set in to the centre of it. She wore a brown waist coat and a white shirt underneath it. Her legs were covered by form fitting brown trousers. The woman wore brown leather boots that completed her ensemble. Her brown eyes steadily ran around the room as though she were considerably bored.

The male wore almost the exact same outfit as the female though he also wore a metal gauntlet over his right arm that ran up underneath his shirt. The metal seemed to shine and shimmer in the light and looked very similar to silver though it had a slight blue hue to it. The gauntlet was clearly incredibly expensive and made of some rare and uncommon material. His hair was blonde that nearly matched the citrine that was settled in to the center of his collar. He was currently tapping his fingers on the wall behind him.

All three of the entourage looked up as they heard the elevator gears begin to grind as it began to rise. Cotter stood up from his seat and leant on his cane just slightly as he waited for the elevator to reach there level. This would be the guards escorting his now posessions... or perhaps they were in a small shipping crate? Who knew, all there was to do however was simply wait and so wait he did.
 
They arrived suspended within an enormous gyroscope.

It was rolled in, its many rings whirring and making the faint whisper of a file, metal on metal, with the occupants never so much as jostled. Ironic in its own way, considering the Nethersole twins lives had just been completely upended. The worst part was that neither of them actually understood why the noble house of Nethersole had suddenly been destroyed and their great family turned to slaves. Their father had died screaming, their mother had completely disappeared, and last they had seen it, their ancestral home was on fire.

That she might have been the one to set the blaze, being a far more powerful luxokinetic than either Sterling or Cynthia, did not make either of them feel any better about their current predicament, which in and of itself was confusing. They’d been given to understand that they were to be auctioned off, only to be redirected at the last minute by their captors and trussed up in the gyroscope. Confused, frightened, and exhausted, they took in everything with wide pale green eyes.

Both of said eyes had been subtly lined with makeup to make them pop. In fact, both twins wore a little makeup to emphasize their delicate features and obscure the hardships of the last several days. Each was as uncomfortable with that almost as much as the aches growing in their arms and wrists. Cynthia, Sin to her friends and family, had always preferred spherical balls to those put on for dancing and Sterling, who preferred to draw and play piano over fencing or shooting, had always been forced to prove his sexuality and masculinity. A feat that was ever hindered by his close resemblance to his sister.

Both siblings were slight and pale, with barely a centimeter separating their heights. Their resemblance was only further enhanced by their makeup and outfits. Each had been garbed in a white, almost diaphanous tunic that left the arms and backs bare and falling to mid thigh. Otherwise each wore a pale golden torc about their necks and a ribbon belted about their slender waists—blue for Sterling, pink for Cynthia. Each was made distinctly aware of their lack of undergarments by the cold wind that caressed their bare and vulnerable flesh as they were brought forth from the elevator and into the cargo bay. Cynthia’s nipples pebbled, creating notable peaks atop her modest, fist-sized breasts while Sterling felt himself shrink between his legs.

Both gasped into their gags when they saw Cotter. The Engineer. This was the man to whom they now belonged?
 
Sir Worthington let his eyes settle on the pair as they were slowly wheeled in before him. His gaze quickly turned in to an appraising one like a jeweler might sport when he tried to determine the value of an uncut jewel before him. His look roamed over their body and explored the newcomers as he began to take slow steps around them completing a full circle without a word.

His female companion, Phyl, was stood up straight now and looked at the pink ribbon around the girl with a cooked inquisitive eyebrow. Her fellow slave however still looked somewhat bored though he too stood up as though he expected to be called upon.

The engineer turned towards the escort that had brought him his prize and dipped his head. "Wonderful, that is all the service I require of you, you may leave." His voice was steady and not loud though it carried an air of authority to it, a voice of somebody used to both giving orders and being obeyed. The entourage obeyed and soon left the twins alone with Cotter and his two accomplices.

Cotter raised his cane and used it to guide what little clothing they wore around so that he could finish his visual evaluation of the twins. He adjusted the gyroscope enough to slow the rings for the duration of his inspection and allowed them to pick up the 0ace again once he had finished. The device matched the style of the small gyroscope he wore on a chain around his neck. It took less than a minute before he had taken several steps away from the two again.

"Remove that dreadful thing they are both wearing and set them free, we aren't going to need that any further, I'm sure my newest curiosities have ample use of their limbs." The man called in an almost nonchalant voice. While this kay have been a huge change in their life for him it was just another day.

Drath stepped forwards and held up his gauntlet clad hand. He first disabled the device so that the rings would slow and stop, allowing the twins their freedom. The metal forming his gauntlet shifted and changed form until the end had a long razor blade protruding from it. With two easy movements he cut through the ribbons and outfits the two wore just before they gained their freedom. The moment after he had the gauntlet twisted again like fluid liquid metal into it's previous form.
 
Both of the twins wriggled against their bonds as Cotter’s cane poked at them, each one welling with indignation. Indignation that gave way to hope as Cotter ordered them freed from their restraints. Cotter was a well known man in society, a hedonist and a rake to be sure, but an acknowledged genius. He must understand that there was something horribly amiss under the circumstances which had led to their abrupt reversal of fortune. Ones family did not simply cease to be noble and plunge into unaccountable and insurmountable debt overnight!

As soon as their feet touched the floor, their hands went to remove their gags. Sterling was already taking a step forward as he did so to talk to Cotter, to explain things and thank him for freeing them, when the large manservant with the elaborate arm sliced free both his and his sister’s clothing. He made an undignified squeak, then backpedalled, in part to put some distance between himself and the blade-armed man and in part to place himself between the trio and his sister. The effort might have been more gallant if he weren’t cupping himself between his legs with one hand to conceal his privates.

Cynthia took up position behind her brother, one arm across her mango-sized breasts, the other crossed over her groin. Both siblings faces burned pink with shame, but her eyes literally flashed with anger as much as fear. Of the two of them, she had always been the more daring, the more outgoing, but when it came to dealing with people of society her brother was more skilled. So Cynthia bit down her fury and allowed Sterling to be her shield and mouthpiece.

“How dare you?” Sterling demanded, glaring at the man with the peculiar gauntlet, then turning his attention to Cotter. “Mr. Cotter, I am Sterling Nethersole, of the Nethersole barony. Surely you must see that there has been some grave misunderstanding. I demand clothing for myself and my sister at once, we are not animals to be admired at market!”
 
"Mr Worthington, or, two the both of you Sir will suffice." he corrected them quickly and sharply before tapping the cane on the floor twice. "You are new to this situation and confused so I shall give you some sleight leniancy though it will not last long. You were from a noble family, some of those few who reign above the others. As such you know very well what part slaves play in society, what ot means to be a slave and there is no doubt in my mind that you don't have the capacity to understand your situation is here." He gestured with his right hand as he spoke, his left still resting on his cane. He paused to allow them a moment to consider his words and then pressed on.

"The Nethersole household is in dire straits I'm afraid, sweetlings. It seems to some change in the market, a downturn on your end, that your estate has taken a plummet. You know what that means, the members of the household are taken by the state and, well, aucioned in to slavery."

Cotter once again paused so that the two of them had time to comprehend what he was saying. The large man was still stood closer to the twins than anybody else and the woman had now moved so that she stood a couple of steps behind her master, listening to the explination of the twins situation.

"I heard of your unfortunate situation-" he continued, missing out the fact for now that he'd been a large influence in this whole thing. "-And couldn't resist the alure that the two of you have, I am pleasantly surprised that the both of you are quite... what's the word? Delicious will suffice. Infact you almost look like twin sisters." he stated and scratched at his chin. "Oh I like that idea."

He wondered what would come next, he knew how it usually went, especially with fresh unbroken slaves. There was a reason those under him were as loyal and behaved as they were. He was known for being incredibly strict regarding his expectations. He looked forward to having these two in his collection, to breaking and remoulding them.

"So, to recap, the both of you belong to me, you are my posessions, you, my poor little girls, are now slaves."
 
Cold dread, icy sharp and heavy, settled in Sterling’s stomach even as white hot rage pumped through his heart, making his fists shake. He opened his mouth to speak, but Cynthia beat him to it. Her own temper had always been far worse than his own, and she was no stranger to wielding her anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she demanded, stepping around her brother, the embarrassment of her nudity overcome by purest wrath.Her body was athletic from her passion for sports. Soccer had always been her favorite and it had left her body lean. So was Sterling’s, but now the contrast was more discernible. Whereas she had built her body up, Sterling was thin from a lack of exercise and a small diet. The effect only made their figures that much more alike, though the discerning eye might surmise the distinctions.


“You want to capitalize on our family’s misfortune—a misfortune I might add that is most circumspect, and do what exactly?” Her eyes burned with anger. Literally pulsing with light. A hand came up, fingers and palm shimmering.

“Sin, no!” Sterling called out, making a grab for her. But too late. She let fly a condensed beam of radiant energy, what their mother would have called a “laser beam” right at Cotter’s face. Unfortunately neither of the twins possessed much in the way of raw power and the most either of them had ever been able to do was give someone a sunburn.

Cotter’s words had made Sterling far more aware than he usually was of just how much bigger both of the other men in the cargo hold were. To say nothing of the manservant’s gauntlet. He had to get his sister under control before those men decided to genuinely hurt them...
 
As the two reacted and the sister with absolute rage Cotter simply smiled at them and continued to watch, he'd expected as much. Phyl stepped forward the second the powers began and held up a hand. A moment later the twin would have found her ability stifled and extinguished before she'd managed to send it Cotters way. Floating in the air besides Phyl would be a glowing orb of light the same colour as what Cynthia had just tried to emit. Phyl lazily tapped the orb and it spun around her, orbiting in a perfect circle. A moment later she flicked a hand forward and the orb would explode sending the beam that Cynthia had tried to fire at Cotter instead directly towards her. It was as mild an effect as she'd have produced.

Drath would dart forward with a surprising speed for a man of his size and try to slam his unarmoured fist in to Sterling's midriff regardless of the fact that it hadn't been him who had done anything. Cotter on the other hand would lunge forward with a thrust of his cane and try to plan the metal tip between the girl's breasts and quickly twist a dial on the handle which would cause a potent jolt of electricity to crackle out of the end and in to the woman.

"Phylicity here is, for obvious reasons, one of the most valuable pieces of my collection. She's irreplaceable." he stated in regards to the power she held. The power to neutralize others and use their own gifts against them. She was one of the very first that he'd taken, claimed, broken and trained and she had been by far the most useful of all of them.
 
Cynthia blinked in surprise as her attack was thwarted, then redirected. The attack had absolutely no effect on her, light had only ever been the siblings friend, it was why she was so pale despite hours of sports outside in the sun, but it completely caught her off guard.

She wasn’t the only one caught flat footed. Sterling never saw the huge man coming. He doubled over and fell to his knees, choking for breath as the air was driving out of him. His collapse drew Cynthia’s already frayed attention and Cotter’s can caught her exactly as the man intended.

Sin jerked and spasmed then stumbled over backwards, falling to the ground beside her brother, too stunned to protect her modesty or even effectively break her fall. She landed hard, high, firm breasts bouncing, her little pink nipples bared to the world. The hair between her legs wasn’t unruly, but only because there wasn’t enough of it. It was several shades darker than the short locks on her scalp and impossible to ignore, but it failed completely to hide the tight folds of her cleft.

Neither of the siblings were able to pay much kind to Cotter’s next words. Unconsciously, they sought one another for comfort as they recovered, only to recoil, faces burning, as bare flesh found bare flesh. Sin wasted no time in squeezing her legs together and laying a hand over her breasts, rubbing at the red mark Cotter’s cane had left as she glared up at him, anger and fear mingling together.

Sterling clenched his own legs together, hiding his manhood as if he could somehow protect it from Cotter’s earlier, unbelievable words. What he’d said he wanted to do to them—to him—didn’t make sense. His mind couldn’t process it. So he ignored it.

“You have to know that this untenable,” he said, his voice shaking but clear as he tried to meet Cotter’s eye. The presence of the huge man who had struck him looking over their nearly prone forms kept drawing his face nervously away, however. “This is all based upon a mistake. Once that is uncovered, our status will be restored. Y-y-you do not want our family as your enemy, Mr. Cotter.” His words might have been more powerful had his voice not broken partway through.
 
Cotter game the man an expression that held a mixture of feign pity and amusement at his words. He reached out with the cane once more and instead of going for the male who had spoken he once more prodded at his sister. He aimed for somewhere high up on her thigh this time as another electrical surge was discharged with a click and twist of the dial. Afterwards he merely inspected them both again. His eyes hadn't failed to notice what the twins had been doing their best to hide as other things had caught there attention.

"Now, I always give my new aquisitions a chance to slip in to line when they first arrive. Very few do. So I have a simple philosophy. Make a fresh slave's opening day with us truly something miserable, the kind of thing they are not like to forget, the kind of thing that comes to mind when they think of disobediance." Cotter explained, his eyes moving from one sibling to the other. "Oh, I also don't think I have much to worry about regarding your family. From the information I have recieved your father isn't amongst the living anymore, a dreadful shame."

Cotter turned around and began wwalking towards a moderate sized chest that was placed in the room. "Hold the girl up, will you? The actual girl, not the twin that simply resembles one." he ordered as he did so. At this command both Phyl and Drath moved to obey. The hulking man reached out to snatch at the girl's wrists and used them to hoist her up. The metal of his glove would begin to meld once more until that it engulfed not only his hand but both of hers and held them all together. It was easy then to simply keep his arm raised to force her on to her tiptoes.
 
Sin jerked again as she was zapped, crying out in pain. As soon as she recovered she was scooting back, trying to put some distance between herself and Cotter. Even as she was zapped, however, Sterling scrambled forward, doing his best to block her off from Cotter. His angry retort died in his mouth as he processed Cotter’s words.

The confirmation of their father’s death hit both of the twins hard. They had suspected, of course, but neither of them had been able to get a clear report from anyone. The combined stupefaction and positioning made the other slaves jobs all the more easy and Cynthia was promptly caught up in the big man’s metallic grip, her body bared to the entire cargo hold. She shrieked and protested and tried kicking out at her captor, doing everything she could to break free. The grip on her wrists was fast, however.

But she did create a ruckus and potentially a distraction. Sterling mustered up every ounce of courage he possessed and sprang at the big man from the floor, leaping up and releasing a rapid-fire pulse of light as he flew at their attacker, fist aimed for his chin. It was a basic luxokinetic attack, designed to dependent and blind, preventing an opponent’s eyes from adjusting to light or darkness or even being able to register where the attack was coming from. Had Sterling not been luxokinetic, the quickly flaring lights might have even blinded him. As it was, the only thing obscuring his view were tears of desperation and he swung with every ounce of panicked strength he possessed, all thoughts of defenses and modesty forgotten.
 
Drath instinctively braced himself as the man leapt up towards him and tucked in his chin defensively. Phyl had been more alert and the moment the boy had attempted to manifest his abilities her preternatural instincts kicked in and supressed the power. Another small orb of light appeared floating near her in response to the supression. The boy's fist without thue light connected with Drath's granite like jaw and he gave out a grunt though with the much smaller individual's stature it wasn't one that was really going to leave a mark on him.

He reacted quickly as the metal on his gauntlet shot out in what appeared to be a liquid metal tendril and snaked around the much smaller male's neck. and hardened immediately. It then slowly began to shrink pulling the boy closer towards him. He did however release the metal's grip on Sin's arms giving her a brief moment of freedom before another tendril shot out towards her own throat and grasped a hold of it. He pulled his gauntlet away which did seem a little smaller now as it seperated from the metal now binding the siblings. The metal holding them began to shrink more and more to pull the two of them together like a collar designed for two. It would pull them closer together until the twins faces were forced together, pressing against one another in a way that made it impossible to avoid their lips touching.

If they were still looking they would notice Cotter stood simply a few feet away holding a long thin well worn wooden cane in his free hand while still leaning slightly on the metalic engineering cane that he took with him neigh on everywhere.

"Now my sweetlings, you have dug yourselves in to quite the hole. Each and every futile piece of resistance you give me serves to make this part so much more severe for you. I do not forget mistakes and I do not forgive them. Remember that and remember what comes next."
 
The siblings fought and struggled in vain as they were dragged closer and closer together, all modesty forgotten as their hands yanked at their metallic bonds and their feet scrabbled for purchase on the smooth floor. Sterling twisted his hips at the last minute to keep from rubbing his manhood against his sisters body, but there was no avoiding the way their faces were brought together. The forced contact of their lips cut off their protests, though they continued to struggle. Their bonds proved unyielding and they remained stuck together in an unwanted kiss, their pale, soft bodies rubbing up against one another, Cynthia’s breasts pressed firmly into Sterling’s chest, her nipples hard against him from the cold.

The angle he had turned coupled with his hands struggling against their bonds finally exposed the private parts that he had been struggling to conceal. Pubic hair that matched his sisters, slightly darker and a touch whispy, adorned his pubic mound and decorated his scrotum. His flaccid and uncut penis was shrunken by the cold into an unimpressive piece of dangling flesh.

Both siblings eyes were drawn to Cotter as he spoke, even as their circumstances forced them rob continue facing one another. Their eyes widened in unison and matching expressions of dread passed over their faces. The two began struggling against their bonds even harder, trying to click or claw at their captor in an effort to break free.
 
"Ah, silent at last are we?" he questioned rhetorically as he was now only a few paces away from them. “I believe I will be hearing a lot more from you two this evening.” He finished his word by lashing out with the cane and delivering a swift slicing strike across the top of Sin’s backside. He gave her no time to recover from the first strike as he swung for a second strike just an inch or two lower. The hits would be hard and leave angry red welts that would begin to appear almost immediately. They would almost certainly bruise for a few days as they healed.

Cotter circled then until he stood behind Sterling. The wealthy admiral was fair in the fact that he didn’t leave the other twin out. With two more fluid motions he too would be decorated with identical cane marks across his behind to make sure he still resembled his sister.

The man paused after these to speak again in a voice that was all business. “Now then, I am far from finished with these though when I am I shall give you the chance to apologise to me. You won’t have time to think it over. I expect a strong, easy to understand ‘Yes Sir’ from the both of you. If I do not get this or it is not to the standard I deem adequate then we shall start again until you either see my side of things or you pass out from the pain. I assure you that if one of you does pass out then that will not spare the one who does not. So then, shall we resume?”

Drath had moved back again now to give Cotter space to work. He settled back closer to the wall he’d been against when the two had first been carted in. Phyl on the other hand stayed close to Cotter and went back to batting the ball of light idly around her wondering if she would get more of these temporary adornments anytime soon.
 
The siblings jumped as much as their restraints would allow them. Sin cried out into her brothers mouth, then he into hers. It had been years since either had received anything like a spanking and never had they been struck so sharply or so hard. Tears rolled down their cheeks, as much from anger and shame as pain.

Both did their best to answer as promptly as their awkward restraints would allow, with a hurried and muffled, “Yes, Sir!” as they struggled to keep their balance.
 
Cotter continue to circle the twins delivering the slicing strikes of the cane painting from the top of their backsides to just above the knee in the matching red stripes. In total they had fifteen each and it was only then that he held the cane under his arm for a moment. He wasn’t completely done yet however as he stabbed the bottom end of his engineering cane first against what lie between Sterling’s legs and giving him his first taste of the electricity before pressing it likewise in the same location on Sin and giving her a third helping.

It was then that the engineer took a step back to survey the siblings. They were free to move around though they were stuck together by the metal around their necks. The twins had free reign of their arms and legs however.

“Now, if you wish to avoid a repeat of that then this is your chance to both apologise to me. The decision is entirely on you two.”
 
The pair jumped and jerked with every strike, crying out into one another's lips.

Then it got worse.

Sterling barely registered that Cotter had alternated, using his shocking cane instead of the wooden one, until it was suddenly pressed against his scrotum. The pain that erupted from that discharge was unlike anything that he had ever felt. So bad that his eyes actually rolled up and his legs gave out. He collapsed, jerking Sin down with him. She barely caught them, keeping them from breaking their necks, only to find her own sex zapped a moment later. Her scream joined her brother's as they flailed about on the ground.

They had ended up with Sterling on his back, twisted into an awkward ball, trying to shield his vulnerable parts, with Cynthia laid atop him. Her legs were squeezed tight and pulled up as well. Painful as her own shock had been, Sterling looked far worse for what he had recieved, so she answered for the both of them as quickly as she could.

"I'm sorry! We're sorry. So sorry! We apologize, Mr. Cotter!" The words came out in a desperate rush, almost indecipherable, muffled as they were by her brother's lips. Sterling managed a groan of agreement and a jerk of his head.
 
Cotter gave a soft sigh as the girls jumbled words came out from her mouth and tapped his cane on the floor. "I did warn you that both of you will need to say it and not in such a garbled mess, use your words. Also you address me as sir. Get them up"

Drath stepped forward to pull the duo back up to their feet. He would remain to hold them if need be and if not let them stand on their own feet.

The whole process began again and with a swishing sound follow by a loud cracking he began to fill in the gaps between his first strikes. They each received another 15 swats followed by another jolt of electricity as they had previously.

Cotter would stand looking at the pair once he was finished and spoke. "Now then, why don't we try again? Unless you would prefer a third round?"
 
Neither sibling understood how they could hope speak clearly with their lips pressed together, but all concern for that was driven from their minds as they were hauled upright and beaten again. This time they each found themselves clutching the other for support as they cried out and their legs buckled. Never had they felt anything like this before and despite their best efforts, they found themselves relying on the big manservant to help keep themselves upright.

Especially when the electricity came again.

Sterling didn’t sense it coming. He was too distracted by the residual pain of the first shock, that coming from his fresh beating, and trying to keep upright without dragging his sister down. So when the cane went between his legs this time, it was by pure chance rather than design that had it connect with his flaccid penis just below the foreskin covered head.

His member bounced from the shock, a great red welt rising up on the side. Somehow, despite not being as gut wrenchingly painful as the attack on his testicles, this was even more embarrassing. Perhaps because there was something of an expectation among men that their vulnerable balls would be inevitably be struck by someone who wanted to harm them, but this was almost intimate and somehow more embarrassing for it. Sterling screamed and then wept fresh tears of pain.

Cynthia tried to jerk her hips to prevent Cotter from shocking her vulnerable sex again after witnessing the second assault on her brother’s privates. It did her no good and her cries of pain joined Sterling’s a moment later.

Both fought to sob out fresh apologies, struggling to enunciate their words clearly. Cynthia started it, and Sterling followed her lead, his voice distinct and understandable if not exactly clear. This time they both made sure to call Cotter “Sir.”
 
"My, wasn't that considerably better my sweet things? Better. Now remember this, remember my expectations and make sure you live up to them… Now, another lesson I think you both need, a lesson on your place in the world, on humility. Phyl, help Drath get in to the mood, will you? As for you two well I suppose you should kneel." Cotter's voice, while it wasn't particularly loud, carried weight along with it.

At their master's orders the toe companions of his got to work. Death place his hands to his sides in a relaxed manner that would allow Phyl easier access to him. Phyl, closed the distance in a few quick steps and dipped a hand bellow the hulking man's waistline and grasped onto his considerable member. The tightness of his trousers left little to the imagination in what exactly she was doing. She spent several minutes running her hand along the length of his cock and it grew as she did so. Death growled throughout and by the time she was finished he was fully erect.

Phyl withdrew her hand and as she did so she dragged out Drath's shaft. Veins bulged under the skin of it and the underside had four bar piercings forming a jacobs ladder. He took a step closer to the twins as Phyl began to withdraw.
 
The siblings didn’t think too much of how degrading the act of kneeling in and of itself was, not when compared to the pulsing burns on their genitals or the sheer awkwardness of kneeling with their necks bound together. With their faces so close, neither one could tell what the other was doing. Predictably, they ended up falling over in a tangle of limbs and naked flesh. Both were too scared, indignant, and smarting from striking the floor to give much thought to how their bodies slid over one another.

Not could they give the “show” that was happening much attention as they struggled to get up into a kneeling position. They both had to be perfectly upright on their knees, neither able to pull back from the other or push their legs ahead of themselves. Locked face to face, when they finally did manage to find a position that worked, they were forced to view it out of the corners of their eyes.

Cynthia let out a murmured swear at the sight. If their thighs and knees hadn’t already been forced together, they would have tightened further in a mix of fear and horror. Cynthia, because everything she was seeing was uncouth, the member huge and ugly and as shocking as the woman abruptly playing with it. Sterling in part because even if he’d been erect the man’s member would have still dwarfed his own and in part out of sympathy for those piercings—those had to have hurt! Was that going to be done to his own penis? He hoped not!
 
Cotter watched as the two subdued twins fell to the ground in a tangled mess. With their similar appearance it was hard to tell which limb was who's. They had learned the lesson he had been teaching so far. They knew he wouldn't hesitate to zap them again and they were desperate to avoid it. They quickly rated themselves and put all of their effort in to getting one to their knees as he'd requested. Good, he wanted servants and we missives who listened, who could learn, who could obey. These might prove to be something special.

"Go on, Drath, let the two sisters tend you together. When you have finished up, assuming I do not need to deliver more discipline we can get moving on up to the whip." The engineer spoke in a cheerful and upbeat tone now as he leant on his cane, read to watch her what came next.

Drath gave an obedient nod and moved to the twins. He was stood only a step away from them and he rested his length on Cyn's cheek, the thing throbbing against her.

"Don't do anything stupid, you will regret it more than me." He warned before pushing two fingers against the sides of their mouth to make a gap there. A moment later her began to push the impresses tip of his manhood against there and in to the gab wo that it worked its way between their mouths.
 
Sterling wasn't listening to Drath. He was staring out of the corner of his eye as the biggest dick he'd ever seen came right at his face. For a moment, he was like a deer caught off guard by sudden lanternlight, then he panicked. His jerked backward and away, pulling his sister to the ground with him, shaking his head and swearing. The motion yanked her head with his and Cynthia cried out in pain.

They hit the ground hard on their sides and Sterling tried to get back up, to face off against this fresh horror, only to find he couldn't. Not with his neck still bound. "You perverse assholes!" He cried out, over his sister's protests. "What the hell is the matter with you? I'm a man! I'm not doing that! Especially not with my sister, you sick fucks!"

All the while, Cynthia was trying to calm him. Her brother might have momentarily forgotten about the pain they'd just endured but she hadn't. Even so, her heart felt a special pang of hurt for him. This had to be a special kind of torment for him. Of course, whatever was coming next, she imagined would be much worse.
 
"You are hardly a man, look at you. You have a girls body and between the legs there is hardly anything to celebrate is there? No, I think we will be treating you as twin sisters, far more fitting. I have plenty of ideas to do with you but it won't be long until at first glance nobody would doubt that you are female." He said in response before giving Phyl a knowing nod. "You are going to do far more than share a man's cock with your sister, I assure you. Any way, as I showed you earlier you will do as I ask, its just how much punishment you receive before hand. Your poor sweet sister has to suffer along with you. Think of her next time."

Drath had shook his head at their defiance and waited to see if he was going to be called on to act on punishing them. He wasn't however and instead stood back to allow Phyl a chance to get closer.

The woman moved over to them and crouched down next to the pair. She reached out first to give each of them a couple of aggressive sharp pinches and tugs on their nipples. She followed up by taking it in turns with delivering each of the a couple of hard slaps to their face. Following that she let a hand roam down lowe and between each of their thighs. One grasped a hold of the boys balls and began to give them a hard squeeze while the other found the girls clitoral hood and gave it hard pinch similar to what shee done to her nipples.

"Come one, don't be stupid. Just do what he wants and things will be better. Trust me." Phyl said in a soft whisper, leaning in to give the girl's ear a soft nip. "Look after yourselves". Phyl climbed off of them and back to his feet before nodding towards Drath's form to remind them what was expected.
 
Cynthia jumped more at the nipple pinches, her breasts far more sensitive than her brother's, but both flinched away from the slaps. Neither was used to such rough treatment, but it was more degrading than actually harmful. Sterling let out a gasp as Phyl's finger's brushed his virginal penis, the first woman--or person--to touch him there and, despite everything, his shaft gave an involuntary twitch and began to swell. A faint light momentarily shone in his eyes. Right up until she crushed his balls. Then the trace of light vanished and his penis shriveled up as he screamed in agony.

Cynthia screamed too. Like her brother, her body had a complicated reaction to Phyl's touch. Even as pain coursed through her at the sharp torment, her passage clenched and she felt an unwanted heat built within her core. The faintest sheen of golden light rolled over her eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared.

The twins' hips rocked as they struggled to pull free and both of them grabbed hold of Phyl's arms in a desperate attempt to get her to let go. Neither one succeeded and when she finally did, the weight of Sterling collapsing dragged them both to the ground. Their awkward binding kept him from effectively curling up into a ball, but his knees still came up awkwardly onto the side of his sister, who shivered as her ear was nipped and flinched.

All Sterling could do after that was shake his head. He was in too much pain to really think or register what was being said.

"Let me!" Cynthia called out, startling Sterling out of his shocked state. "Let me suck him. I know how to do it. Please. Leave my brother alone and let me do it."
 
Cotter considered the two of them for a moment as the sister tried to save her brother some humiliation. He drummed his fingers over the tip of his cane and hummed in though at the offer. He gestured towards Drath then who stepped forward to place a hand on their collar. As he did so the metal began to meld and retreat only to return towards his gauntlet and fuse with it once more. He waited then wondering just what the dominant man had planned.

"The only other option I will give you is this, that one-" he pointed towards Sterling then. "Lies down on his back" she said and nodded once more to Drath who would try to shove the boy down on to his back with a foot. "While you straddle his face and then you can do exactly as you say, you can give Drath here an example of your felatio capabilities. This is your only other option, I am bein uncharacteristically leniant with the two of you and I can promise you tha this will not last. I am coming close to being at the end of my patience. Obey my orders either of your own choice or because you are too beaten to resist. My cane still has plenty of charge left." he then gave the dial a quick twist so that they could hear and see the electricity on the tip of it should they be looking. "Unless you would prefer to share a man's cock together? Honestly I couldn't care less."
 
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