The twins.

As you watch the two girls sauntering down the stairs, a wave of humilation washes over you. They played you like a fool, they took your money, they are the reason you find yourself in this wretched situation.

And yet, they are stunningly hot.

You almost don't dare to approach them.

But you remember how to address them properly. "Mistresses?" you call out, your voice just shaking a little. They look up, almost annoyed at being interrupted from chatting with each other, and for a moment you fear they won't even recognize you. Or dismiss you, as unimportant as the dirt under their fingernails.

Then one of them starts talking: "Look who it is, Trisha - the dog who was so good at licking you." She giggles lightly, but there's an aura of sternness in her eyes. "Practice your tongue, puppy boy, and you might get very far," she tells you.

"Please...," you stammer. "Please, I don't have enough money. Can you - would you help me?"

The two girls look at each other, then burst into laughter.

"A stray dog came crawling to our door," one says.
"And he wants to sleep in our house," the other one adds. "Why should we help you, doggy boy? What are you good for?"

"I will do anything, please," you say. You don't know why you're saying that. Is it the desperation of being shut out from the rest of the party - or is it the overwhelming aura of those two, the attraction that somehow makes you shiver to your core. You have never felt so enraptured and captivated before. This mixture of charme, beauty and cruelty they exude.

"He will do anything," one of the girls repeats. The two chuckle and then whisper to each other.

"Hey dog," one finally says. "We might take you with us, but you will be our bitch, understood? We own you. Our word is your law. We're your goddesses. And you will do anything."

"And we will lock away your cock," the other one adds. "No fucky-fucky for you tonight. Dogs need to be leashed and controlled. Deal?"