Tiffany and Anna

Both Tiffany and Anna Marsden woke with a start at the sound of a riding crop hitting a leather bench. Tiffany blinked rapidly as her green eyes adjusted to the soft lighting in the large room where she and several other **** girls slept. They glanced to her right and saw Anna lying on a long, narrow bench beside her.

Both sisters and every other **** girl in the room had been left there the night before. Each lay on a long and narrow leather-topped bench. Their wrists were cuffed together under the bench, and their legs were held spread open and up in the air by leather cuffs attached to the ceiling by adjustable chains. Except for a collar and a ball gag, each **** girl was completely naked.

Like all **** girls, the two sisters had at first struggled to get sleep, bound in such an undignified position, available for use. But like any other **** girls, they had gotten used to it in the time since they had been collared, and then sold as a pair.

"You two," the woman in charge of the **** pen said as she stood between their benches. She was a tall redhead with a lean figure and an ample chest. Her hair was always in a tight bun, not a single strand of hair out of place. Tiffany silently still wondered if this was what made the woman always appear so stern, or if that came naturally. Today, she was dressed in a tight-fitting red and black latex catsuit. "Your master awaits." Both sisters lay perfectly still, afraid even the slightest movement without orders would lead to punishment from the pen's overseer.

The woman knelt and undid Anna's cuffs, but Anna kept her wrists where they were. The woman then stood and released Anna's ankles, and the beautiful brunette **** girl continued to hold her legs in the air, spread open.

"Get up, and kneel," the redhead said in her typical cold tone. Anna swung her legs off the bench, stood, and knelt on the cold stone floor, placing her hands behind her back, and looking straight ahead at the beach where Tiffany still lay. The redhead quickly cuffed Anna's hands and turned her attention to Tiffany.

Soon, both sisters knelt facing one another. The redhead went to a cabinet, and then returned carrying a chain-link leash in one hand and a three-foot chain in the other. She clipped the leash to Tiffany’s collar, then grabbed her shoulders, and spun her so she faced to her left, and towards the door.

She then moved to Anna and clipped one end of the three-foot chain to her collar. She gave a tug, and Tiffany waddled forward, remaining on her knees. The woman clipped the other end of the chain to the back of Anna's collar, took hold of the leash, and gave a sharp upward tug. Both sisters gracefully rose to their bare feet and followed the redhead out of the **** pen, their feet padding gently on the cold floor.

They were led to a nearby room that they had become very familiar with in their short time with their new master. Two leather-topped tables stood side by side. Each other, the tables had a set of wrist cuffs at the top, and a pair of ankle cuffs at the bottom that would **** any woman in them to keep her legs spread open. Two serving girls knelt with their backs to the far wall, watching and waiting to be summoned.

The redhead stopped by the nearest table and undid the chain from the back of Anna's collar. She jerked Anna's leash toward the table. "Up." Without hesitation, Anna lay on the table, placing her wrists near the wrist cuffs and her ankles near the ankle cuffs. The redhead quickly secured her before doing the same with Tiffany on the other table. She then clapped her hands twice, summoning the two hooded serving girls. They rose to their foot, walked to the redhead, and curtsied. "Prepare them."

Anna watched from the corner of her eye as the serving girls again curtsied before leaving her vision. The sound of water gently running from a faucet filled the air along with soft clattering. The sound of the water changed slightly before it stopped, and two more clatters filled with air, then the sound of well-oiled casters gliding across the floor.

Each of the serving girls stopped next to one of the sisters. Neither brunette flinched when they felt a soft washcloth that had been dunked into warm water press against their pussies. "I never thought I'd enjoy something like this," Tiffany thought as the serving girls continued to dampen her and Anna's pussies.

Once they were sure their assigned sister's pussy was suitably dampened, each serving girl swirled a small shaving brush in a bowl of moisturizing shaving cream, then spread it over her pussy. Then, each serving girl picked up a razor from her bowl of warm water and began to carefully shave the sisters. Both Anna and Tiffany calmly looked up at the ceiling. In the few days since they had been bought by their new master, their pussies had been shaven daily, and their legs and armpits every other day.

After several minutes of careful work, the two serving girls set their shaving supplies aside, stepped back, and knelt. The redhead stepped between them before running her bare hands over their freshly-shaven pubic areas. “Very good, their master will be pleased.” Without another world, she released the two sisters and commanded them to kneel next to one another. She then turned them both to the right, joined their collars as before, and led them into another room.

The second room was extremely large, with all manner of outfits befitting a **** girl hanging along one wall. In the center of the room were six pairs of wooden posts. The redhead stood Tiffany between two of the posts and freed her from Anna’s collar, only to quickly place her wrists in the appropriate cuff of each post, then did the same with her ankles before securing Anna between the two posts in front of her so that the two sisters faced one another. “Dress them,” the redhead said as she clapped her hands.

Tiffany heard the rhythmic clicking of heels against the stone floor behind her and knew that two pairs of serving girls were approaching them. Two of them would work together to dress her, and the other two would dress Anna. In a few short minutes, the two were ready. A light layer of blush had been added to their cheeks, and their lips painted a wet-looking, glossy pink. Their simple black leather collars were replaced with a pink one for Anna and a white one for Tiffany. They were then placed in white silk stockings, pink six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes, a pink lace garter belt that perfectly framed their pussies, a pleated short satin skirt in a checkered pattern of pink and white, and half bra’s that matched their collars. When they were freed from the posts, both sisters stood with their feet shoulder width apart and placed their hands behind their backs, knowing that they would soon be restrained. For this, a pink leather single glove with white laces was placed tightly over each girl's arms, forcing the elbows painfully together, and forcing each sister to stick out her ample chest.

“Four minutes,” the redhead said, looking at a stopwatch. “Very good. Back to your posts.” The serving girls curtsied gracefully before retreating to the wall that they knelt next to, waiting for **** girls to be brought in for dressing. The redhead again wasted no time in joining their collars once more. She took a quick look, ensuring that their ball gags were still firmly in place before she once again joined their collars and led them from the room. This time, they would be taken directly to their master. As they followed behind her, the two sisters when or even if the redhead would someday share in their fate, and wear their master’s collar.

The redhead led Tiffany and Anna up from the **** pen and through the now familiar walls of their master’s home. With its dark hardwood floors, high walls, vaulted ceiling, and at one end of the foyer, they made their way through, a floor-to-ceiling window that let in plenty of light, despite the early morning hour. The walls throughout the home held paintings of women in various states of bondage. They made their way up a gently curving set of stairs, then turned right down a lofted section of hallway. At the end of the hall was a set of double doors made of dark wood with elaborate and delicate-looking golden etchings carved into them. Two men standing outside the doors dressed in matching tailored suits opened the doors as the redhead and the two sisters approached.

The room inside was large and opulent, like the rest of the house. The flooring was again in darkly colored hardwood with matching furniture. The walls were painted a dark red, and overhead, the room was lit by crystal chandeliers. Against the center of the right wall was a Saint Andrew’s Cross. Hanging along the walls on either side of the Saint Andrew’s Cross hung a wide selection of whips, paddles, straps, canes, gags, and restraints. The far wall was again a floor-to-ceiling window with a glass door at the center leading out to a large deck with a hot tub on it that faced the Pacific Ocean in the distance. At the center of the room was a long, low table with some of their master’s favored implements of pleasure and pain neatly laid out on it. The left wall was dominated by a fireplace made of dark wood and marble. Sitting in front of the fireplace, on a couch made of the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture, and topped with black leather, was their master, Aleander Condree.

He turned to face them as they entered the room, every stitch of his dark suit in place. He stood with a smile on his face. “Ah, my newest lovelies,” he said, his tone almost warm and jovial. He made his way to them and took the leash from the redhead’s hand.

“Oh, what now?” Anna thought as she watched Alexander lean in close to the redhead and whisper something in her ear. She nodded slightly before turning to face the two sisters and placing her hands behind her back.

Alexander slowly reached over and began to slowly lower the zipper of the redhead’s catsuit. Both Tiffany and Anna’s eyes went wide, and they gasped into their gags as a slim silver chain around became visible. “Tell these two who you are, and who you were,” he said giving the redhead’s ass a swat with his hand, making her gasp slightly.

“Yes, Master. I am Ruby, one of our master’s many **** girls. My behavior has earned me a position of privilege among those who serve him. I was once a deluded Amazon named Clarissa.”

“And where are you happiest, Ruby?”

“In your service, of course, Master.”

“You are excused, Ruby,” he said giving her ass another swat.

“Thank you, Master,” Ruby said as she turned to him and curtsied gracefully before leaving the room.

Alexander chuckled deep in his throat. “Surprised?” he asked the two sisters quickly nodded their heads. “I thought you might be,” he said as he undid the small chain, then guided the two sisters to stand next to one another. He gave a gentle downward tug on the leash and short chain, sending both sisters to their knees. “I have plenty of **** girls who were once Amazons, and many who were members of W.A.A.M. I have been watching Claire’s Salve Girl Experience for some time, and a USF team is waiting for my word to raid it, capture the Amazons there, and claim the **** girls there. Would you like to see the Amazon’s there turned into collared **** girls?” Again, the two nodded, this time much more enthusiastically. “I thought you might. Be well-behaved, and maybe I’ll let you witness it. Who knows, be well enough behaved, and perhaps you’ll end up like Ruby.”

He turned and walked the short distance to the low table and grabbed two sets of nipple clamps. He returned to the sisters, placed one set on Anna, and the other on Tiffany. Both sisters winced and whimpered quietly into their gags as the rubber-coated teeth dug into their nipples. He gave a tug on Tiffany’s leash, causing her to gracefully rise to her feet. He undid the snaps at her right hip, and her short skirt fluttered to the floor. He then led her over to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and secured her to it so she faced out toward the room. He then returned to Anna and gave a tug on the short chain. Anna rose to her feet and followed her master over to her sister. Another tug gave her the silent command to kneel. He then removed her ball gag and pushed her head forward until her face was mere inches from Tiffany’s shaven mound.

“Doesn’t your sister have a pretty little pussy?”

“Yes, Master,” Anna said, fearing that she knew what order would come next.

“Eat,” Alexander said as he shoved Anna’s face into Tiffany’s pussy.

Anna immediately began to kiss and lick her sister's outer lips before probing her folds with her tongue. The sound of Tiffany’s muffled moan filled the air as she thrust her hips out. She hated herself for it, but she needed to feel her sister’s tongue inside of her. Anna tried not to feel shame at eating her sister’s pussy. She knew they were both **** girls, they had **** but to obey. Alexander smiled as he watched the two sisters. Tiffany tilted her head back, and balled her fists as she let out a long, low moan as Anna shook her head between her legs.

Alexander went to the low table and took a moment before selecting a heavy flogger. He returned to the two sisters and nudged Anna’s foot with his own. “Ass out,” he ordered before she slid her knees back and arched her back, obediently sticking her ass out invitingly as she continued to explore Tiffany’s pussy with her tongue.

Alexander placed the flogger against Anna’s cheek, then began to rain light strikes down, alternating between her cheeks. She moaned as her pussy began to leak onto the floor.

“Oh, this is much better than I thought it would be,” Alexander mused aloud as he continued the barrage of strikes to Anna’s ass. “I’m going to have to have you two more often.” He shifted his attention, striking across Tiffany’s breasts with the flogger. “Wouldn’t want you to feel left out,” he said with a laugh. He continued to alternate between using the flogger on Anna’s ass and Tiffany’s breasts for several minutes as Tiffany’s pleasure built. “Make your sister cum.”

Anna immediately doubled her efforts, her tongue probing Tiffany’s pussy faster and harder. The combination of the pain from the flogger and the pleasure from her sister’s tongue on her clit proved too much for Tiffany. She arched her back, screaming into the gag as she came. Alexander set the flogger down and unhooked the clamps from both sisters, who both whimpered in pain as blood rushed back to those deprived areas.

“Such a wonderful sight, he said as he pulled Anna back. “Do you like how your sister tastes?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, before licking her lips as if to try and show she was telling the truth.

Alex laughed as he led her over to the couch and then ordered her to lie on her back. Anna quickly obeyed. She watched as Alexander walked back over to Tiffany and removed her gag. “Seeing that made me so fucking hard,” he whispered into Tiffany’s ear as he released her from the Saint Andrew’s Cross. He then led her over to the couch and bent her over the armrest, forcing her face into Anna’s pussy. He took out his hard cock and pushed it into Tiffany’s waiting pussy. A had swat on the ass made her yelp in pain and surprise. “Eat her pussy while I fuck you,” he ordered giving her ass another swat.

Tiffany began to kiss and lick her sister’s pussy while taking Alexander’s cock deep inside her. He pounded into her from behind as she moaned into Anna’s pussy. Alexander watched the two sisters writhe in pleasure, one from the other’s tongue, and one from his cock. He grabbed Tiffany’s hips and slammed into her harder and faster, his cock hitting the end of her womb at each thrust. He picked up the pace, making her scream into her sisters pussy as another orgasm tore through her body.

“Oh, fuck!” Anna shrieked as her legs flailed. Tiffany’s tongue hit a sensitive spot deep in her pussy, and the vibrations of her scream of pleasure pushed her over the edge.

A triumphant smirk pulled at Alexander’s lips. “Good girls,” he said over the sounds of their cries of pleasure, the slapping of his and Tiffany’s flesh, and the couch beneath them, creaking with each of his powerful thrusts into the brunette teen **** girl.

Alexander continued to pound into Tiffany’s pussy until he grunted and climaxed, filling her womb with his spend. He collapsed on the couch, panting heavily. After a moment he stood, and pulled out of Tiffany’s still-quivering pussy.

“Clean her up,” Alexander said coldly as he slid his cock back into his pants and stepped back. Anna quickly rose from the couch and moved behind Tiffany. She knelt and leaned forward, again probing her sisters pussy with her tongue. Tiffany let out a long moan as she felt her sisters soft tongue inside her once more, this time with each movement, lapping up their masters cum inside of her.