XXX-Fiction

Chapter 1

I sat on the edge of my bed, heart pounding, foot tapping nervously at the floor, fingers clenching at the tangled sheets. Next to me, the clock on my phone ticked another minute forward: 11:48 pm. I’d been planning for this night for a month, waiting for my chance, and now that it was here, I couldn’t do it. I was paralyzed. In the dirty mirror across from me, my fat face stared back at me, mousy hair pulled into a ponytail, acne spattered across my cheeks. I hated it. I hated this stupid tiny bedroom in this filthy trailer, in this dead-end trailer park. I hated it, and since the moment I glimpsed something else the obsession had been building in me. And here I was, finally, too much of a coward to act.

My lower lip was trembling. I forced myself to stand up in my underwear, trying to ignore the way my arms were shaking. I grabbed a t-shirt, pulling it down over my fat breasts, almost as large as my head, and down over my hanging belly. I kept my gaze away from the mirror while I did. It was a struggle to fit into my jeans, but I shut the top button, sliding my flip-flops onto my bare feet. With a deep breath I pulled open my underwear drawer and dug around in the back until I found the set of keys, still attached to its bright blue lanyard, and shoved it deep into my rear pocket. I shoved my phone into the other one and, tiptoeing towards the door, I turned the light off and stepped as lightly as possible into the hall.

I could hear my mother snoring faintly from the couch at the front of the trailer, the dull blue TV light illuminating the hallway faintly. There was a narrow back door across from the bathroom; I turned the latch as softly as possible and pushed it open, carefully bracing myself. We didn’t have any steps outside the door, and I had to jump down two feet to land in the overgrown grass, closing the door behind me just as closely. The irregular street lights illumined the trailer park poorly, but I knew my way around by heart. I’d spent my whole life here.

At the entrance to the park, I set off left down the county highway, along the shoulder of the road, pinched between the asphalt and the ditch to my side. It would be almost a three-mile walk to my destination, but I knew the route. I’d traced it on my phone a dozen times by now. As I walked along, I thought about the last few weeks.

It started with Katie and Kelly Brooke. They’d transferred into school halfway through the year, sophomores just like me. In every other respect, we were nothing alike. They were identical twins with perfect white teeth and blonde hair that hung almost to their waists. They were fit and active; Katie was already the star of the tennis team, and people said Kelly was going to get us to nationals this year in track. They got As on everything. Within two weeks, they’d made two dozen friends. Every boy in the school had his eyes on one or the other, but they brushed off everyone; if they were interested in dating, it wasn’t any of the losers in our class. I hated them.

I hate a lot of things.

Their lockers were stuffed with cards from would-be suitors on Valentine’s Day. I don’t think they opened a single one. Instead, they handed out invitations to everyone in our homeroom, on fancy stationery, to a party they were throwing at their house the following week. It was a nauseatingly wholesome way to try and make friends. I almost threw it out, but as I sat there looking at it, sitting in the back of the room, something wrenched inside me. I tried not to cry, I don’t think anyone had invited me to a party since I was a kid.

The night of the party, I was one of a dozen kids who showed up at their spacious house in one of the nicest neighborhoods in town, right by the lakefront. I stared up at it as I approached, wondering why they weren’t attending the private academy on the edge of town. Most kids from this neighborhood did, even though they were technically in my school district. We knew they were too good for us.

Some kids were getting dropped off by their parents. Others were pulling up in cars of their own, beaters, most of them. I had to hike from the bus stop a few blocks away, panting slightly as I crested the hill, wearing my one nice blouse and dark jeans. I’d even put on some makeup, sneaking into my mom’s cosmetics to try and cover some of my acne. My attempt at eye-shadow wouldn’t get me any magazine covers, but I thought it was pretty good.

I knocked lightly on the glass front door. I could hear laughter from inside the brightly lit house. One of the twins, I think it was Katie, squealed as she pulled the door open, grabbing me in an embrace. “Emma! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re here! Come on, come in. Do you want a beer?”

I was taken aback. I didn’t know exactly how to react to the sudden hug or the offer. I gently extracted myself from her grip. “Uh, no, thank you, just…I’ll have a soda if that’s okay,” I said, following her into the house. It was an old building set back from the road behind hedges. The sort of classic brick construction that comes with “wings.” To our right, a wide living room was crowded with a half dozen kids from our homeroom, sprawled across sofas or sitting cross-legged on the floor. I saw more than a few beers in their hands or sitting around and felt myself frowning. A part of me, a small vicious part, thought I could report them all and bust this whole place, but I squashed it.

“Your parents aren’t home?” I asked Katie as she tugged me into the room. “No, they’re out at the symphony tonight,” she said brightly. They don’t normally get home until 1 or 2 in the morning, so you get kicked out at midnight,” she said with a quick flash of a grin back at me.

I don’t know why, but that grin caused me to stumble. There was something about it…like she was looking at me, actually seeing me there, in a way she hadn’t when she hugged me out front. In a way that almost no one ever did. I tried to cover it up, mumbling, “Oh, of course, no problem,” and settled back against the wall by the wide windows, out of everyone’s way. Katie saw someone walking up the driveway and, with another squeal, dashed back out into the hall, and I was left there, unsure exactly what to do. No one else had particularly noticed my arrival, and the conversation continued just fine without me.

Kelly slid up to me a moment later; I think it was her. She smiled at me and pressed a Diet Coke into my hands before sitting on the edge of one of the sofas, slipping into the conversation. I flushed and tried to bite back a flash of anger; the Diet Coke probably wasn’t a crack about my weight. A family like this probably just kept it in the fridge.

The party was boring. As I leaned there, sipping my coke, I started to wonder just why I’d bothered to come. If this was the high-school experience I was missing, I wasn’t missing much. I brushed past Katie as I left the room, asking her softly where the bathroom was, and she gestured down the hall toward what looked like the kitchen.

I sat in the bathroom for a long time after I had finished pissing on my phone, just swiping through TikTok numbly. When a sharp rap on the door interrupted me I yanked my pants up, washing my hands quickly and mumbling an apology as I pushed past David. I’d had a crush on him for over a year. I don’t think he knew my name.

The hall towards the living room extended to my right, towards the main staircase and what looked like a dining room. I hesitated for a second, then turned left, trailing my fingers along the top of the wainscoting as I entered deeper into the house. I came to an intersection with what looked like an opening out onto the patio, or maybe some kind of sunroom, at the far end and turned instead, walking down a hallway between the kitchen and some sort of room next to the dining room where the dishes were stored. I didn’t know what I was doing exactly, but this was by far the nicest house I’d ever been in, and my curiosity dragged on me.

The hall led me into the south wing of the house, past more closed doors. I tried a few on my left as I passed; one opened into what looked like a luxurious office, while another was some sort of studio, with paint-stained white cloths spread across the floor and a number of easels scattered around the room. The right wall only had one set of double doors, French style with glass panes, set halfway down, but thick curtains beyond them kept me from seeing inside. I tried the handle on one and, with a loud click that made me look around guiltily, I pushed it open and stepped inside.

The room beyond was pitch dark, but even in the meager light from the hall, I could sense its vastness. A ballroom of some sort that sounded right for this fucking family. I fumbled for a light switch but failed to find anything, so I pulled out my phone and turned the light on, casting it around the room in a wide arc.

It took me a second to process what I saw, and I staggered backward when I did. It looked like a bunch of furniture storage, a jumble of irregular shapes, some draped with tarps. But as my eyes adjusted, I realized that one of the things I was looking at was a torture rack, complete with crank wheels at either end. Off to the side was a St. Andrews cross, built of a thick, heavy-looking wood. I felt embarrassed at how quickly that name had come to mind. I walked slowly through the room, eyes widening with every step. A sharp-edged wooden pony over here, some complicated metal frames I couldn’t figure out against one wall.

I almost didn’t hear the footsteps in the hall as my eyes alighted on something else, just around the corner from an eight-foot-tall wardrobe dropped in the middle of the floor. I spun around as Kelly’s voice called into the room softly, “Emma? Emma, are you in here?”

“Y-yeah,” I stammered, flicking the light off and stumbling towards the door. “Sorry, I got lost; I was just…just looking around”. I was amazed I could get the words out clearly and prayed that no stain was showing on the front of my jeans. I was so wet that I was certain everyone could smell it. Kelly grasped my arm and led me back into the hall, closing the door with a different click. It sounded like it locked. “Oh, I’m glad I found you!” she said brightly.

“Sorry, that should have been locked,” she said as if I’d just gotten slightly turned around. “I still get lost in the house sometimes,” she said with a giggle as we walked back down the hall toward the party. I didn’t say a word, too stunned to trust myself. “Thanks,” I said awkwardly as she returned me to the living room before bustling off towards the kitchen. I was barely paying attention, but as she left, she turned and flashed that same grin at me that her sister had.

If I was bored by the party before, I barely paid attention to it now. Around 11, I excused myself, preparing to trudge home in the darkness; the busses had long stopped running. The whole way back, one image was anchored in my head; right at the end, I’d glimpsed what appeared to be a pale leg, twisted and secured with two leather cuffs, tangled up in one of the pieces of equipment.

I didn’t sleep that night.

*****

Chapter 2

It had taken me almost an hour but I was almost to their neighborhood. I was terrified the whole way that someone would see me, but I should have known better. Everyone in this neighborhood went to bed at 10. A couple blocks over a dog barked loudly, enough to make me jump for a second, but it was clearly yelping at something else.

I stood in front of their house, staring up past the hedges, the lanyard wrapped tightly around my fist. From one end Katie’s Student ID card swung, along with a key-ring on which three keys, two silver, one brass, jangled. Once I had figured out what I wanted to do, what I needed to do, it was trivially easy to hang back after changing into our gym outfits and rummage through her bag to steal it. I assume she thought she misplaced it somewhere.

That was last week. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for after that, but it came only a couple days later, when the twins started telling every teacher that they’d be missing school on Friday. Their parents were taking them on a trip out to Seattle to see the limited tour of some Argentinian play, but they promised they’d make up all of their schoolwork the next week.

Perfect.

I didn’t know what my plan was exactly. I walked up to the front door and stood there, unable to move, for probably thirty seconds. Caution overtook me and I began to silently walk through the grass instead, around the side of the house, tracing a wide path until I rounded the rear and could see the glass sunroom jutting from the back wall. The yard stretched out, hidden by tall hedges, wide trees casting deep shadows in the moonlight.

The two silver keys didn’t seem to fit the lock on the back door at all. My heart thudding, I fingered the brass one, praying that I hadn’t come all this way for nothing. It slipped in and turned smoothly and I let out a huge sigh of relief, pushing the door open. It took me only a few seconds to orient myself once I was inside, and I set off into the south wing again. As I approached those double doors I suddenly realized I had no plan for if they were locked again. But a twist of the handle and I was able to smoothly push it in.

Inside I stood there for what must have been two minutes, just breathing heavily. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. But here I was. The house was completely empty. I was completely alone.

I didn’t realize how much pent up energy I had until I started to strip down. I kicked my flip-flops off and pushed my jeans quickly down, hopping around on one foot to pull the pants free. I pulled my panties down just as quickly, they stuck slightly to my crotch but I discarded them on the floor, and yanked my shirt up over my head, grunting as I unfastened my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Naked, I fished around for my phone again and flicked the light on, casting it around the room once more.

I almost groaned again as I took it all in. I’d lost count of the hours I’d spent watching videos where girls writhed and squealed and came on devices like these. I’d cried myself to sleep one night watching a Mistress gently pet her slavegirl to orgasm, knowing that no-one would ever love me like that. The girl had just been bullwhipped.

I stepped forward quickly, and then turned around and leaned myself back against the inclined rack. Stretching my hands up, I felt the thick manacles up there and imagined them snapping shut around my wrists, locking me down helplessly. I couldn’t help myself, with one hand right there I slid my fingers down through the light fur of my crotch, plunging two fingers into my sopping pussy and roughly fingering myself. I felt the pressure rising deep in my belly, coiling and tensing and I mashed at my clit, trying desperately to get over the edge, but after almost a minute of frantic action I slumped back. I had never had an orgasm, not a proper one. I just can’t get myself there. I’d tried my fingers, the shower stream, even humping at my pillow, but that last climax was always out of reach.

I was more than a little frustrated. If not here, where? If not now, when? I hoisted my fat butt off of the rack and continued poking around. I tried to climb and straddle the pony, but I couldn’t balance myself and I tumbled to the ground with a painful thud. On one table an assortment of canes was laid out in various materials; I ran my fingers along one, imagining what it would feel like when it made contact with my tender ass. I poked my head carefully behind the wardrobe, but while the assemblage of metal and chains I’d seen the other night was still there, the leg, and the body attached to it, was not. I bent myself over a low bench and tried to imagine someone was standing over me, but it didn’t feel right.

There was a cabinet pushed back between curtains that I assumed hid windows opening out onto the lawn. The world fell away when I saw what was inside. One shelf was just full of gags of every size and shape, including several I’d never seen before. Another held a collection of cuffs and collars in every material from leather to what looked like steel. Below that were the butt plugs. The smallest was only slightly larger than my thumb. The largest must have been five inches wide at the base.

I reached for the plugs first, picking up one that was maybe an inch across and two deep, glinting silvery in the light of my phone. I barely thought about it as I slipped it down between my legs, pressing it sharply against my virgin sphincter. I don’t know what I expected, but my asshole put up resistance and I was barely able to force the tip in. Breathing very heavily I slipped it instead into my swollen, wet pussy, dragging it between my lips, letting out a series of loud moans as I felt the smooth material slide along my slit. Coated in my juices I found suddenly that it slipped into my ass with only a firm push, and I grunted as it forced me open, sinking up into my clenching hole.

I could feel it embedded in my ass with every move I made as I grabbed a pair of leather cuffs next and crouched down to slowly slip them around my ankles, cinching them tightly shut. There were three rings embedded around the edge of each one, and I lifted each of them with one finger, feeling them fall. A matching pair slipped easily around my wrists and I fought back a shudder as I moved my arms experimentally, just feeling how they graced my skin.

I slipped a bit gag between my teeth, biting down slightly before putting it back. An enormous ball gag resisted my attempts to shove it into my jaw, but the one I pulled out after that captured my attention. A black penis gag, maybe four inches deep, with a thick strap to secure it. I let my tongue run around the head, and then down the shaft, imagining that it was a real cock, my first real cock, trying to ignore the plastic taste. I pushed it slowly into my mouth, forcing it backwards towards my throat. I started to gag as the head pressed deeper and deeper, I could feel the hitching in my chest, but I grimaced, determined, and forced it back in one motion, locking it behind my head, under my hair quickly. I took long deep breaths through my nose, trying not to choke, and held up the phone, turning it so I could see myself on the screen using the camera.

I don’t know what I expected. It was still me. Even behind a gag my same ugly, fat face peered back at me, wide eyed and squinting in the light. My hair was a mess, a couple strands almost sticking up off my head. The cuffs looked ridiculous on my naked body, standing out against 240 pounds of pale flab. My enormous stupid tits hung bulging off my chest. I didn’t need to bend over to know that the plug was probably lost between my ass cheeks.

I closed the camera quickly and resisted the urge to throw the phone to the ground. I felt like crying. Stupid. I was so stupid. Nothing was going to change me. I was never going to be the pretty girl in the video. I was never going to be someone’s beloved pet, someone’s cherished slave. I wasn’t thinking clearly as I almost slammed the door shut, turning, dejected, to see one of the tall black metal frames against the wall. I walked up to it slowly, running both hands down it, and trying to understand how it worked

It was taller and wider than a doorframe, sturdily braced against the floor, with a crank wheel on one side. A pair of wooden steps had been set up in front of it, and I climbed them quickly, inspecting the collection of metal rods that made up a complex pattern in the center. They were nested, like a tent or telescope, and looking closer I saw down near the surface of the steps two latching metal loops. Looking up I saw two bare hooks mounted similarly near the top, and I realized how I would fit into it.

I descended, grabbing my phone and turning the camera back on. I switched it over to video and propped it up against the leg of a table, facing up at the frame, the light shining into my eyes, and then with a deep breath I stepped backwards up into the frame, reaching down and securing each ankle cuff to the corresponding loop. The hooks for my hands were just out of my reach, but with some awkward grunts and lunges I managed to get one cuff hooked, and then the other.

My toes kept me barely balanced at the top of the steps. I could feel my limbs stretched out, pulled taut, flexing slightly as I stared down at the camera, letting out a few moans from behind my gag. I let myself hang there for a minute or so, shaking my breasts a couple times, and then bracing on my toes as best I could, I tried to heave myself upwards to free the wrist cuffs from the hooks above.

The first time I couldn’t quite clear the hooks. The second time a series of three loud clicks echoed throughout the cavernous room and with a lurch I felt my wrists and ankles slide two inches further apart. My toes now barely brushed the wood, and suddenly almost all of my weight was on my shoulders. I frantically tried to pull my legs together, but whatever mechanism had ratcheted outwards wouldn’t let me pull them back in.

I started to panic as I tried to shove my hands upward once more, trying to get free of this infernal thing, but as I squirmed the cuffs just worked their way further and further out, clicking each time, until I was left hanging helplessly in a wide X, my feet completely free of the ground.

I realized with a horrible pit in my stomach that I was trapped.

*****

Chapter 3

I squinted, trying to keep the bright light from my phone out of my eyes, looking at every part of the frame I was trapped in, trying to see if there was any kind of emergency release, anything I had missed. I could already feel the ache setting into my wrists and shoulders as my bulk hung, suspended and splayed off the floor. Another experimental squirm resulted in another click as my legs jerked out even further and I froze…I had no idea how much further I might stretch.

It really began to sink in, then. I had no idea when the Brooke’s were coming back. It was after midnight on a Friday night now, Katie and Kelly made it seem like they would be back in class on Monday…but what if they didn’t get home until Sunday night? Was I going to be hanging here for almost two days? I started hyperventilating, sucking in air down my nose harshly, the gag suddenly feeling much thicker and bulkier in my mouth. I tried to rock myself back and forth, hoping that maybe I could tip the frame forward onto the floor, but after a few seconds I could tell that it wasn’t even budging.

I started to scream for help at that point. I didn’t even care how embarrassing it would be if someone found me, I just prayed that they had a live in maid, or a butler, or some rich person thing who stayed behind while the whole family had gone. I let out frantic cries, but the gag muffled them almost completely, reducing them to muffled moans. Tears began to run down my cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I berated myself over and over, this was stupid, what were you thinking? What if they fly to France for a week, or take a road trip to Colorado, just because? What if they come back and they just find your fat corpse stinking up their house? Would they even call the police? Or would they just throw me out with the rest of the trash?

I started to spiral, badly. I don’t know how I made it through that night. I spent hours alternating crying and screaming, losing volume the entire time. At some point my phone battery died, and I was left in total darkness. I must have passed out several times, or maybe I just don’t remember everything. I couldn’t tell one minute from the next, it all blurred together, the pain in my shoulders increasing steadily.

I thrashed my head back and forth weakly, wishing I could bash my head against a wall to drive out the intrusive images. I kept imagining them. Finding my dead body in five days, flies swirling around my slack mouth. Turning me over to the police, for breaking and entering, the cops leading my naked body down the driveway in handcuffs. The principal telling everyone in school why I had been expelled, because I needed to go down-state to the correctional facility. Or what if they just let me go? What if they just sent me home? I saw so clearly in my head though, I saw Katie and Kelly taking my phone, taunting me with it…the photos I’d taken circulating to the entire school, everyone laughing at me, everyone seeing what a stupid fucking freak I was.

I’d kill myself if that happened. I knew I would. I knew how to do it. Those images were the hardest to force away.

Day came eventually, I think. At least it looked like sunlight around the edges of the heavy curtains. The room remained hot, and dark. At some point in the night I had pissed myself, and the puddle was drying slowly underneath me, the sharp smell filling every snort of air I sucked down my nose. Every hour was an eternity. I’d lost feeling in my arms and legs a while ago, but my hips and shoulders still screamed in pain, especially whenever I shifted my weight. I started to convince myself that someone days had passed already. Maybe they had just moved across the country again, leaving the whole house behind? Maybe no-one would find me for weeks?

I didn’t hear anyone pull up the driveway, or the footsteps, the sounds of doors opening and closing. Those things must have happened, but by now the rushing of blood in my ears drowned out anything else. I could hear every one of my heartbeats. When one of the French doors pushed open I almost convinced myself it was a hallucination, squinting through bleary, red eyes. I couldn’t quite make out who it was, but I heard someone say “What the fuck?!” loudly, and then with a high pitched giggle “Holy shit get over here!”. Someone else ran down the hall, and then finally the lights in the room flicked on, throwing everything into stark relief.

I blinked rapidly, stunned by the sudden light after what must have been almost an entire day in darkness, tears leaking again as I made out two blonde figures picking their way over my discarded clothes to come stand in front of me. The two sisters stood there, wide eyed, wearing neat white blouses and dark blue pleated skirts, white stockings and buckled shoes. I felt my face start to burn, spreading down the front of my body. I couldn’t imagine how much of a mess I looked like.

“I told you” one of them hissed to the other. Standing there like that I couldn’t have told you which was which. Same white teeth. Same perfect faces. The other one reached forward and ran a hand along my belly slowly, saying softly “Yeah but this is pretty quick. How do you think she got in?”

Suddenly her hand was between my thighs and I fought back a deep moan, her slim fingers were tracing along my fat lips, the edge of a nail catching just slightly, and I bucked sharply in the frame. I could feel how quickly my juice began to ooze from my pussy, and my face turned an even deeper shade of red. With another soft giggle the girl pulled her glistening finger back, showing it to her sister, who covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. She turned back to me, crouching down on her haunches, and before I knew it her face was suddenly shoved between my thighs.

The first lick of her tongue was like an electrical current running up my spine. I began to whine softly behind the gag as she slowly lapped up and down, pushing her tongue slowly between my lips. I must have been almost dripping down my thighs, hips bucking as best as they could against her face as she used the very tip to push against my swollen clit firmly, before plunging back in. I’d never felt anything like this and in that moment I believed I never would again. With her hand she reached up between my cheeks to grab the head of the plug and wriggle it about, earning a grunt that turned into a guttural groan. I could feel an orgasm building, I knew it was real this time, unlike anything I’d felt before and my whining increased in pitch. She must have sensed it too because, right before I came, right when I teetered on the precipice, she suddenly yanked herself back, licking her lips and smiling up at me. I sobbed violently as it was ripped away from me, a wrenching loss deep inside my core, shaking and shuddering in the frame. She straightened back up and grinned at me.

Her sister took her hand lightly, saying softly “We should probably tell mom.” There was an edge of nervousness to her voice, and I could see it infecting the other girl as well. She nodded shortly and the two of them turned, hand in hand, stepping lightly across the floor to leave me hanging alone again, sweating and leaking, my head spinning.

I don’t know how many minutes later they returned, following meekly behind a woman who could only have been their mother. I’d never met Mrs. Brooke before and she wasn’t anything like I imagined. She was probably in her late 40s, with shockingly blonde hair, almost white, wavy and cut to just above her shoulders. Her eyes were an icy blue, and her cheekbones made her look almost ethereal, like some sort of fairy creature. A black top and a floral dress framed her toned body, and her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she walked. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

As she stood before me, one hand on her hips, running her eyes up and down my helpless body I could see the disgust in her eyes, and it was like someone had grabbed my heart in two hands and squeezed it until it burst. I’d seen that expression so many times, on so many faces, but never like this. She turned to the two girls, disbelief in her voice as she said “This is the one you told me about before?”

One of the girls nodded eagerly “Yeah she was poking around before. We kept an eye on her after that. We didn’t think she was this desperate though”. Her sister nodded along with her. The older woman turned back to me, eyes narrowed. With one hand she reached out, picking up one of my enormous tits and letting it drop back down onto my chest. “Arthur!” she called out loudly “Come see what the girls found”

An older man who must have been their father, wearing dark slacks and a fancy pale dress shirt, dark hair with grey streaks brushed back sharply from his temples, pushed his way through the double doors, looking down at his phone absentmindedly as he almost bumped into a table. He looked up and his eyes widened fractionally as he saw me. I thought I was going to die, right then and there, from embarrassment. All four of them, staring at me like some kind of specimen. “Where did this one come from?” he asked mildly, and his wife sighed in what might have been irritation “The girls think she broke in, although they’re not sure how. She’s one of their classmates, from the new school”

“Oh” he seemed only mildly concerned. “Well what are we going to do with her?” he says, leaning against the table and seemingly inspecting me. I tried to speak, to ask them to please let me down, desperately thirsty and aching all over, but only muffled groans made it around the fat gag in my throat. The woman sniffed once “Send her home with a sharp reminder to keep her mouth shut” she said, as if she was talking about a particular shade of carpet she was unhappy with. One of the blonde twins stepped forward at that and said, with a visible gulp “Actually we…we wanted to know if we could keep her”. She flushed slightly at that, like she was expecting a reprimand, and squeezed her sisters hand.

“What, her?” their father asked with a note of surprise “Really? We were going to Thailand this summer, I’m sure we can get you something skinner and prettier.” He looked between me and his daughters, perplexed, but they both just nodded in unison. I tried to scream behind the gag, how could they just talk about me like this, like I wasn’t even there. What did they even mean?

“Absolutely not” their mother said sharply “You cannot be serious. I don’t want to see any more of that…thing” she gestured at me “than I absolutely have to.” If I hadn’t been strapped to the frame I probably would have curled up and died.

“Pleeeease?” one of them pleaded, and then the other joined her. The two of them sunk down to their knees, looking up at their mother with wide eyes, begging expressions on their faces. Their father looked like he was bending, after a few seconds of this he said “Oh come on Carol, can’t you see the girls are excited? And besides” he stepped up to her and, cupping one hand, whispered in her ear softly, glancing at me. The woman glanced at me as he spoke and for the first time I saw a flicker of something like a smile on her face. “Alright” she said, reaching down to affectionately rub the hair on one of her daughter’s heads “I suppose you can try her out. But you’ll be responsible for her, you understand that?” Eager nods from both of them answered her question.

She looked back at me, and I could tell that she was still disgusted with what she saw, but with that last looked she turned and walked for the door. “If you’ll excuse me though, I’m going to unpack and take a long hot shower” she said as she left “Get the poor thing down from there and give her some water, she probably needs it”

*****

Chapter 4

Their father walked up to the horrible metal frame that I’d spent the last eighteen hours hanging from, grabbing the wheel on the side in both hands and twisting it sharply around with a loud squeaking noise. The cuffs began to slowly slide back together, my toes scraping the wooden steps, but my legs were too weak to carry my weight still. He stepped up, reaching up to lift my arms free of the hooks and hoisted me to the floor, grunting as my weight collapsed into him, staggering backwards, keeping me upright. Pain erupted all down my arms as they fell to my side, my hips burning as I tried to support myself. Every limb was a mess of pins and needles and as I took one unsteady step my ankle twisted under me, sending me sprawling to the floor.

He just signed as he looked down at me, shaking his head. “Girls, go put your things away, give me a few minutes with her” he said without taking his eyes off me, and they nodded again, one of them giggling nervously. They left me alone with him, but as they stepped out into the hall I could see them still staring at me. He crouched down and reached behind my head, freeing the gag and pulling it roughly out of my mouth. I retched loudly, struggling to swallow air down my sore throat, looking up at him with my hair hanging in a tangled mess over my eyes. “W-water” I said hoarsely “Can…can I have some water?” He nodded at that and straightened back up “Come on then, follow me”

I tried to get to my feet and my legs went out from under me again, sending me thudding back down onto my knees. He was already halfway out into the hall though and showed no signs of slowing down, so I shuffled along after him as quickly as I could, breasts swinging under me, belly hanging down, trying to keep up. He was already almost out of sight down the hall and I struggled after him, thumping along the floor, finally forcing myself to my feet at the intersection in the hallway, leaning against the corner, panting loudly.

He was in the cavernous kitchen, leaning over the oven, tapping at the controls, and he smiled as I stumbled into the room, gesturing for me to sit at a small table pushed into a breakfast nook against the back wall. I sat down heavily on the bench, sliding over, watching nervously as he pulled a pitcher out of the fridge and pouring a tall glass of water. He slid in across from me, setting it down in front of me and resting his chin on his hands. I just grabbed for the glass, almost knocking it over, gulping the entire thing down rapidly and retching again, fighting the sudden heave of my stomach as the ice cold water hit my empty stomach.

He waited patiently for me to catch my breath, and then, softly, asked “So what exactly are you doing here? How did you get in my house?” I blushed furiously, I couldn’t meet his eyes, I just shifted awkwardly on the wooden bench, trying to find the words to answer. “I…I don’t know exactly. I was…here for a party. I found your stuff and I just…I wanted to try it out”. The words sounded so stupid as they fell out of my mouth, but he just nodded like it all made sense.

“I see. But I asked you how you got into my house” He says, a slightly firmer tone in his voice, and I gulped “Kelly…I think…I took her keys from her backpack in gym class. I hoped she’d think she just lost them. I came here last night and just…unlocked the door”. He nodded again, and stood up, taking the glass with him. He refilled it and set it back down in front of me, and I reached for it again, sipping more carefully this time.

“My daughters have taken a shine to you” He said slowly as I drank “I’m not sure why, but they have. That’s the only reason why the police aren’t on their way right now. Do you understand that? Do you understand how serious this is?” I gulped down a sip of the water and nodded quickly “I do. I understand. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do anything like this eve-“ He raised a hand, cutting me off. “The police can still be called, at any time. There will be security footage of you breaking into our home. Your fingerprints are over everything. The only thing that is keeping you safe is the interest my daughters seem to have in you. Nod if you understand”

I nodded, gulping again.

“Good” He said “Then you’re going to do everything in your power to make them happy. You’re going to be their new best friend. For as long as they want you. If you’re lucky that will only be a few weeks, I’ve seen them burn through friends quicker than that before. But until they get bored of you, the police are only one phone call away. Again, nod if you understand.”

I nodded once more, my heart thudding in my chest. He was talking about being friends with his twins, but he made it sound like I was being sent to prison. He seemed satisfied at that and straightened up as the oven beeped loudly, crossing the kitchen to pull a large frozen pizza out, unwrapping it and tossing it into the oven. He sat back down, fingers folded on the tabletop, and I was very aware that I was sitting across from this strange man, crammed into the corner in his kitchen, breasts squeezed between my arms, thighs clenched together. “Are your parents worried? Do I need to call anyone, lie to them about the ‘sleepover’ you just had?”

I looked down at the tabletop and shook my head slightly “My…my mom probably hasn’t noticed that I’m gone” I said in a small voice “I’ve been gone for days before.” He nodded in seeming satisfaction, as if working his way down a mental list. “There will still be punishment, of course” he said “For what you did.” My eyes widened at that and I pushed back against the wall, my heart skipping a beat. Fear spiked in my chest, but a leap of excitement as well, I tried to keep my voice steady “What sort of punishment?” I asked nervously.

A slight smile crossed his lips at that, and he shook his head “I don’t know yet. My wife will come up with something appropriate. But you will probably regret it” He said, and I didn’t like the tone in his voice. It was at that moment that there was the patter of feet scampering down the hall and the two twins returned, still holding each other’s hands tightly, almost running up to the table.

I stared. I couldn’t help it. They stood there, naked and clean, flawless skin with firm round breasts and curved hips, flat bellies and well shaped legs. Similar cuffs to the ones I was wearing were wrapped around their wrists and ankles, with the purple highlights, and a thick matching collar was wrapped around each neck. But the part that drew my eyes, the thing I couldn’t take my eyes off of, were the small gold rings that hung from each of their nipples, delicate and shining. A similar ring hung from between their legs, from just above their slits. They were stunning.

The two of them laughed loudly at my open mouth, one of them turning slowly to show off her body while the other leaned forward, her face inches from mine “Do you like what you see?” Their father had turned to look at them, a proud expression on his face as he said “There you are. I was just telling your new friend about the arrangement. She’s very excited about everything, isn’t that right…” He trailed off and I realized that he didn’t even know what my name was. “E-emma” I said awkwardly, “My name is Emma”. I couldn’t wrest my gaze from them. What I saw there was every fantasy, every dream, everything that I’d ever stayed up at night praying for, hoping desperately that one day I’d wake up in a body like that. I felt like a whale next to them.

The one on the left reached out to me, grabbing my forearm lightly and pulling me from the bench, I stood up unsteadily and let myself be led out into the middle of the kitchen floor. She stood there, fingers resting lightly on my wrist still, running her eyes up and down my body slowly. I gasped suddenly as I felt the sensual touch of the other twin from behind me, both hands running down my side, over my rolls of fat, cupping at my ass gently. Her body pressed up against mine from behind suddenly, and I felt her hands wrapping around me to heft my breasts from underneath, lifting them up. “What do you think sister, is she what you wanted?” I heard her ask, chin resting on my shoulder, and the girl before me hugged her arms around me, gripping me firmly as her face almost met her twins “I think she’ll be wonderfully fun sister, I think you were right.”

I blushed furiously, pinned between the two of them, and then opened my eyes wide in shock as the two girls suddenly kissed, mouth to mouth, pressing their lips together, eyes closed. They each squeezed me tightly as they made out, tongues occasionally sliding over each other’s lips, before finally breaking the kiss, looking at each other with sparkling eyes. My mouth just hung half open, my knees wobbling. I didn’t even feel one hand sliding along my belly until suddenly the girl pressed against my front had her hand between my thighs, stroking several fingers along my sopping slit. I let out a loud groan at her touch, feeling both of their warm bodies pressed against mine, the first intimate contact I’d ever had with anyone.

“I…I don’t understand” I said weakly, my head spinning “What do you want from me?” Another groan escaped as suddenly two fingers rubbed roughly against my clit, and I looked over at where their father stood, hands in his pockets, an indulgent smile on his face as he watched his daughters run their hands over me. The one behind me laughed softly and said into my ear again “To have some fun with you. That’s what you wanted too, isn’t it? So we’re all going to have some fun.” I nodded shakily, but my emotions were churning, my stomach still felt twisted up. One part of me was almost vibrating with excitement, thrown so quickly into the deep end of this, wired up and turned on by everything I had seen. Another part of me felt sick. Something about this seemed very wrong, like I should be scared.

The girl at my front kissed me. Everything melted away. She kissed me while she slowly massaged my swollen pussy lips, using her palm to firmly tease my clit, and her lips mashed to mine. My first kiss. My eyes closed and I almost collapsed to my knees as she nibbled just slightly on my lower lip, and I wrapped my arms awkwardly around her, trying to push my tongue against hers the way she was doing to me, snorting air down my nose. Her sister was kissing gently at my neck, at my shoulders. I felt my hips humping lewdly against her hand but I didn’t care, holding her close, hungrily sucking at her face, trying to absorb every second of this. Somewhere I think I never believed anyone would ever kiss me, would ever even look at me like something worth kissing, and something broke inside me.

I don’t know how long we stood like that. It felt like a million years. At some point I became aware that I was doing more work than she was, that she was gently pulling backwards out of my grip and I broke off with a blush, embarrassed. She stepped back and just smiled at me. “So, you’re ours.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded slowly, my mouth dry “Y-yeah. Okay.”

A sound behind me made me turn halfway, craning my head to see. Their father stood at the counter, the pizza pulled from the oven, slicing it up quickly on the pan. “You must be starving” he said by way of explanation when I looked at him, and I realized for the first time since I’d gotten free of the frame just how ravenous I was. My stomach gurgled and I nodded “Yes, th-thank you”, stepping towards him.

One of the girls skipped lightly forward, faster than me, grabbing a slice and turning to face me. She held it up, almost over my head as if she was teasing me, and said “You want this?” I stopped, looking at her uncertainly, and then nodded again “Yes, uh, yes please.” In response she pointed down at her feet. It took me a second to understand and then, face burning, I sank down to my knees on the kitchen floor, looking up at her. She smiled and tossed the slice lightly to the floor in front of me, almost as a reflex I lunged forward for it, grabbing it in both hands and stuffing it into my mouth. I must have swallowed it in about three bites; it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted at that moment.

I looked up to see both girls standing there now, pizza slides in hand, identical smiles on each face. I’d already lost track of which was which again. I didn’t like the look I saw in their eyes. “You want more?” the one on the right said, and I nodded again. “Show us how you beg for it” her sister said, and I flinched slightly. The smell was so good, I could feel my mouth watering as I thought about it, and, racking my brain for what to say, I stammered out “Please…please can I have more pizza. I’m really starving, I haven’t eaten in almost a day, please will you give it to me?”

The one on the left looked almost ready to throw hers down, but her twin reached over, resting a hand on her wrist gently “No. You can beg better than that.” I gulped, and tried to pull from the videos I’d watched, from the fantasies I’d had. Lowering my head, taking a deep breath I said more unsteadily “Please…can this slut have some dinner? She’s very hungry and she begs you to let her eat.” I heard them both laugh at that, and I looked back up just in time to see them toss both slices down onto the floor, one landing face down with a splat. I didn’t care, I grabbed them both and shoveled them into my mouth, swallowing hungrily.

I turned my head up, thinking that I knew how this was going to go now, expecting to see them holding more ready for me. I was right about that, but as I opened my mouth to beg again the one on the right cut me off “Get forward, on your hands.” Closing my mouth, I leaned forward until I was on my hands and knees, tits hanging down, head tilted back to look up at them.

“Good” She said. “Now oink.”

I stared at her, speechless for a second “I…what?” I finally managed. “Oink” she said, “Like a piggy. You know the sound.” I felt that wrenching feeling inside me again and I tried to protest “Please…no please don’t make me do that, I’ll beg but I can-“

The slap caught me completely by surprise. I barely saw it coming, she was lightning fast, crouching just enough for her open palm to crack into the side of my face. My head snapped slightly to the side, eyes watering as the pain washed through me a split second later. Turning wordlessly to look back at them she just repeated “Oink. Now”

I tried. The first sound I made was a sort of a weak groan from the back of my mouth, but she reared her hand back again and I flinched. Quickly I tried to make a more guttural noise from the back of my throat, and it erupted out of me suddenly, loud and animalistic, like a cross between a squeal and a grunt I heard their father laugh at that, I’d completely forgotten he was watching this entire scene play out, and a wave of deep shame washed through me. Of course. Of course this is what I was to them.

“Again” the other one said; they both looked positively gleeful. Two more oinks escaped my throat quickly. I hated how desperate I was. I knew that I looked desperate too. Desperate for food, but also desperate for their approval. The relief that washed through me was palpable as they tossed the food to the floor before my face. I went to grab at it and a sharp voice said “No. No hands.” I didn’t even look up at this point, I just lowered my face to the floor, grabbing the first slice between my teeth and working off a rough bite, swallowing quickly. It took me almost a minute to finish them both off.

I noticed one of them walking behind me but I didn’t understand what was happening until suddenly between my legs I felt something soft and warm squish against my wet slit. I tried to lower my head to see what it was, but I couldn’t see past my belly and tits. It dragged back and forth slowly and, with a sickening realization, I realized that a greasy, cheesy slice of pizza was being mashed against my sodden lips. A loud whimper escaped from me even as I bucked back against the stimulation, feeling it smear across my flesh.

This must have continued for half a minute or so before she pulled it back, walking around to crouch down in front of me and hold it out to my face. I stared openly at her naked body, thighs splayed, eyes drawn to the curve of her hips, her exposed pussy. She snapped her fingers to get my attention and pressed the pizza against my lips and I took a slow bite from it. I could taste my own juices on it, the flavor was thick and unfamiliar, but I slowly swallowed it all down as she fed it into my face.

There were only two slices left; her sister already had one and she straightened back up to grab the other. I was still starving, and I looked, wide eyed, up at where they each dangled one out of reach. Without hesitation I began to oink again, letting out more of those twisted grunts. Every time I did I could feel my hole twitch, and my face burned another degree hotter, but I kept going, begging at their feet. Finally they released them, first one then the other. The first slice dropped straight onto my face before sliding down onto the floor, while the second hit my hair similarly. I didn’t care. I twisted my head down and devoured them similarly, gulping the hot, savory food down my throat.

I was still hungry by the time they were done, but significantly less so. As I knelt there, face almost to the floor, the full weight of what I was doing began to sink into me. I found myself unable to lift my head again, but I did manage to mumble out a “T-thank you” at their feet.

From behind me I heard the sound of clapping, just twice, slow but firm. Their father spoke: “Well I’m starting to see what you girls saw in her. I’ll leave you to your new toy then, just call if you need anything.” I heard the sound of his footsteps leaving the room, and then it was just the three of us. One of them crouched in front of me again; the other, I think, and reached out to lift my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. I tried to turn my face again but she tightened her grip, forcing me to look at her. I was crying softly, and I hated it. I hated how they had made me feel, and I hated how wet I was throughout all of it. She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, just once, before straightening back up. It felt like a mockery this time.

“Come, sister” said the other twin, interlacing her fingers with her sisters slowly “Lets show her around.”

 

The End.

 

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