Sara's Folly

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart walked out into the garage of his manor along with his driver and two armed guards. They jumped into a jeep which had been modified with a net shooting gun. Darkheart looked down at the scanner between the seats and pressed the identification number of the gps built into Sara's collar and watched a dot appear on the map of the island.

He said, "There she is boys. I would say about 4 miles that way. Wow... she is fast..." He felt the jeep begin to move as they left the garage, headed out to the gate and then down the long winding road.

The island itself was impressive. It was 50 miles at it's widest point and only about 20 miles in length. There was one harbor that was on the southwest side of the island. He had purchased the entire place for a hefty sum of $10 billion and when he finished buying it, he kicked all the residents who had lived there off the land and sent them packing to Cuba. There was a small abandoned town on the west side of the island and the entire place was speckled with abandoned houses and farms.

Darkheart loved this kind of game though. She was his prey now and she had to feel as if she might actually stand a chance. He had personally sent every guard he had out across the island some years back and destroyed every vehicle and boat they could find and collected up all the food, weapons, and resources that had been abandoned. He was relatively sure that she would have a tough time surviving.

As they drove along, he would occassionaly honk the horn and yell out random phrases in dutch and spanish... then watch the little dot on the map suddenly take off moving once again. It was a game for him. he loved watching his little prey run and hide.

The sun was at it's highest when he tried his little trick once again... only this time, the dot did not move. He zoomed in on the location of Sara and realized she had apparently found herself one of those abandoned farmhouses.

He looked at his driver and said, "Time to bring her home..." He turned the jeep and they headed that direction...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara's feet were killing her, cut up, bruised, with several splinters embedded deep in the sole of her foot and her left foot had a deep cut in the heel, which had now stopped bleeding.

She had made her way to the far side of the forest, and then she saw the house, and ran excitedly to it, yet when she drew near she could see it was deserted. Her heart sank. She wasn't going to be able to phone for help, but perhaps she could rest up, and try to get the damn collar off.

Twenty minutes later, she had torn at the skin all around her neck in her efforts to remove the thing, but it was clear that without a very sharp scissors, she wasn't going to get it off.

She had better keep moving, so she climbed out the back window, and took off across the grassy field. As she crested the top of the hill, she got her first glimpse of the sea, and despite her brutalised feet, hope soared, and she ran Hell for Leather toward the ocean!

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart watched Sara slip from the house and make a move to the grassy fields... then made a made sprint to the ocean. He chuckled and said, "They always go to the ocean... "

He turned, jumped back onto his jeep and said, "Okay... fun is over boys... let's round her up..." The lights to the jeep lit up the darkening sky and it most definitely caught the attention of the runner.

Darkheart took his position at the net gun as the jeep quickly closed in behind the runner. As the jeep moved up along beside her, he took aim and fired!

12 black balls blasted out from the gun reaching in every direction and was held together by a rope net! It looked like a massive white spiderweb at 40 miles per hours! It caught it's prey and quickly the balls wrapped around her over and over, entrapping Sara in it's coil!

Darkheart watched her fall to the ground, landing face first, then flipping and rolling into the soft sand of the beach. She had gotten so close to the beach and he had robbed her of it.

The guards were the first to leap off the jeep as Sara screamed out for all it was worth. It didn't matter though as there was no one on the island who could hear her. One guard pulled out a wad of hankerchief and shoved it into her mouth while the other took duct tape and quickly coiled her mouth with it. her arms were held behind her as the guards unravelled the net from her to reveal Darkhearts prize.

He stared down at her as more tape was applied to elbows wrenching the painfully back and then her wrists. She was pushed to her feet and when she tried to kick at Darkheart and there was a darkness in her eyes! He smiled and said, "nicely played...but you lost..."

He caught her ankle as she tried to kick at him again and he locked his wrist around it and pulled her towards the jeep. He pushed her into the driver's seat face down and ass up and with a hard thrust, drove his meat into her claiming her brutally and in the most unforgivable of ways! He pounded and pounded till his load exploded into her!!! Grabbing her hair, he wrenched her head back and said, "Not this is the way you do things..."

As he backed up he said, "Boys, we got a 10 mile return to base... tie her up behind the jeep and let her walk it..."

He watched the guards grab her up, move her behind the jeep and run rope around her waist and arms. After several coils around her chest and waist, they tied the other end to the hitch and everyone but her got into the jeep and then he said, "Slow and steady boys..."

The jeep turned around... and with Sara forced to walk or be dragged behind the jeep, the vehicle began it's 5mph putt back to camp...

 

[sallythescorpian]

The moment Sara had seen the sea, her entire focus had been on escape, and she had run hell for leather toward her, adrenalin pumping, her sore feet forgotten. Her focus had been such that it had taken precious seconds to realise that a jeep was bearing down on her!! She lengthened her stride!! She was so close, so close!!

She came down hard, her left shoulder saving her face from the impact it would otherwise have bourne, and her momentum made her roll over and over and over until she came to a stop on the sand. It was a cruel irony to be caught here, right on the brink of freedom!!

She struggled, fighting the ropes with everything she had in her, but it was futile, and the men were too many, and was quickly restrained. She sobbed, her entire body shaking with the force of her misery. She had been so fucking close!

Darkheart manhandled her over to the jeep, shoving her in, or so she thought, until she felt the sudden and unexpected thrust of his cock, ramming into her hard, as he held her down brutally raping her!! It was fast and violent and humiliated her more than anything she had endured before, at least recently.

Finally she was tied to the back of the jeep, while they drove, and while they went slowly, she had to walk fast, as 5mph was almost a slow jog with legs her length. Her adrenalin gone, the pain in her feet made itself known, and she gasped with the pain that the journey back forced on her. She stumbled and fell twice, abrading her knees quite badly, and she broke several of her toe nails, making her whimper with pain.

Three times she swallowed her pride and begged him to take her in the jeep, but it was ignored, and by the time she was crossing the gravel in their driveway, her feet were agonisingly sore, there was dried blood on her knees, and dried cum soaked into both of her thighs, all the way to the knee. She looked broken and beaten, and that was appropriate, because that was just how she felt!

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart felt the jeep pull into the garage and turned back just in time to see Sara collapse to her knees on the concrete floor. He slid out of his vehicle, turning to the guards and said, "Take her to the cells, have her washed up and returned to my room... NO REST FOR HER."

He watched her being untied and then with a guard on each arm, dragged her away from the garage...

Darkheart headed into his study where he was surprised to find his mother along with Sara's twin, Tara waiting for him. Tara wore a white corset and thigh highs, white 5 inch ankle strap heels, matching white cuffs on her wrists, and a white collar with a chrome plated leash. Darkheart examined Tara, who looked at meek and submissive as ever, then turned to his mother and said, "Can I help you?"

"Go get him his drink..." mother barked as she pushed Tara stumbling towards the wet bar, "You remember what he likes..."

Tara meekly and humbly moved to the bar, picked up a clear crystal glass and poured up the bottle of tequila and poured some into the container, along with three cubes of ice. She turned and walked back towards Darkheart, stopping and kneeling in front of him, dropping her head into a bow, lifting her arms up overhead and presenting the drink as a submissive should.

Darkheart looked down at Tara and the drink, picked it up and downed it, before setting it back in her hand. Tara made no move... just remained in position holding the glass. Darkheart arched an eye and said, "I... am impressed. I trust this is thanks to your training?"

"Who else my son?" Mother said smiling, "She is as meek as a lamp. I think she would make you a nice personal slave. She knows your drinks, your meal preferences, know where your cigars are and can handle all of your personal tasks for you..."

He smiled, then walked over to his chair and sat down. He lifted his feet into the air and Tara immediately raced to the wet bar, putting the glass in the sink then dropped onto her hands and knees, letting Darkheart rest his feet on the small of her back like a piece of furniture. He smiled and said, "Yes... I can live with this... Now... to Sara... she is back in the cells now... wash her up, don't give her any rest at all. I want her to stay on the brink of exhaustion until I say different..."

Mother smiled and gave a nod, "No problem son... I can keep that going easy enough."

Darkheart said, "I want her strung up in my room... make it as uncomfortable as you can for her..."

Mother smiled again and said, "You are nasty... that's my boy..." She turned and left the room...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara meanwhile was dragged off, half carried, as she was barely able to stand.

She was taken back to the cages, or holding cells, she guessed they were, but to her, they were cages. Her hands were untied, and held up, and she found herself restrained, spread eagled, to a rectangular frame. She had heard she was to be cleaned up, and had been hoping for a warm bath, to clean her brutalised feet, and ease her aches.

Instead, she got a fire hose directed at her, the blast of water almost like a punch, and its icy water was played over her body, removing, she was sure, not just dead skin cells, but probably her entire top layer of skin. The frame was angled back, and turned over, and she found herself hanging upside down, facing the ground, with her back to the sky, and only her wrists and ankles suspending her.

Her body arched painfully, and she had to flex her core muscles and her arms to hold herself straight.

She screamed when the hose was directed at the soles of her feet, almost powerwashing her feet, and cleaning all the dirt from her wounds.

The water was shut off , and she was sprayed with something else, and when the water was turned on again, she realised that it was liquid soap, and the icy blast was directed at her again.

By the time they were done, she ached even worse than before, and she was covered in goose bumps, her teeth chattering, and her bone deep exhaustion had receded marginally, as adrenalin began to pump once more.

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart took care of official 'business' in the afternoon. He had heard rumor of smuggler's ship parked out on the west coast apparently taking refuge from the US Coast Guard and opted to check it out.

Sure enough, the ship was just a large pleasure yacht with armed guards and a few bikini clad women on it. He sent his soldiers all around the harbor and when he gave the signal, riddled the ship with thousands of rounds of ammunition, killing everyone on board. The smugglers never even knew what hit them.

The ship was then rigged for explosion and set out on autopilot to see. After 4 hours, the ship would be a ball of fire and quickly sink to Davy Jones locker. On the return back to the mansion, Darkwater walked out of the jeep to the back foyer, where Tara stood in her usual attire, cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but not connected together, her eyes down, as submissive as a puppy... He looked at her and said, "It is a shame you are not your sister. You might actually be worth it then... let's go whore..."

"Yes Master." she said finding herself walking of her own free will a few steps behind. She never even hesitated as she knew that the only way she would survive was to find her own path. Her sister was not going to be there for her... she had made that clear as day earlier that morning.

Darkheart entered into the room with Tara at his side and found Sara in a position of glory. She wore her cobolt blue latex body suit, matching ballet shoes, a full hood that covered everything but her nose and eyes. her hair was pulled through the top of the hood and bounced back and forth. She had the steel yoke on that she had worn when she first arrived with her arms at her side. It was evident she was gagged as well. She had a 18" chain fastened around the leg cuffs on her ankles. The most notorious part of it all was how she was on a treadmill and forced to walk in her ballet shoes at a slow speed. Her yoke had two chains fastened to it to ensure she stayed on the treadmill. She had to either walk or choke herself on the yoke.

He looked at Tara and said, "Doesn't she look amazing? Look at your sister..."

Tara's eyes shifted towards her sister and watched her with intensity as it was obvious the agony Sara was going through. She shifted her head slightly and could see the begging pleads pouring from her eyes. Tara's lip gave a small lift... and then said, "Yes Master... she does look amazing sir... Very sexy..."

Darkheart walked over to the traedmill and turned it off. He said, "mother said she had been on here for about an hour and in those shoes... must feel like a month..."

"Yes Master... those shoes ... suit her..." Tara caught a glimpse of Sara looking at her and if Tara could send a message through her eyes, it would have been... 'serves you right whore... I am not going down with you...'

Darkheart said, "Take her down from there and put her on her knees on my bed... Make it quick..." He handed her a riding crop and said, "Use this if you have to..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara was pretty sure that the cursed ballet shoes must be full of blood by now. Her feet, battered and bruised from her aborted escape attempt, aggravated from her long forced march home, were screaming with pain when they had been forced into the shoes, and now, after another 5 miles in those shoes, felt as though the very bones were crushed.

She was crying when the door opened, and Darkheart, the evil bastard, walked in, accompanied by none other than her sister. Tara was looking like an obedient little pet, and that annoyed Sara no end.

Wasn't that typical of her, to see to herself, to make her life easy at the expense of others!! Everything Sara had said to her earlier, the words that had made Sara feel so bad, when she had thought on them after her temper subsided, they all came rushing back, and she realised just how true they had been.

Tara came to her, untying her, and roughly pushing her toward the bed. Sara resisted, digging in her feet, and getting in one good elbow, catching Tara's left tit, making her howl with pain. Sara smiled, pleased with herself. Then, to her horror, she felt the crop hit her painfully across the back of her legs. She moaned, unable to cry out as she was gagged.

A short struggle ensued, ending with Sara, crying hard, kneeling on the bed, her legs and butt ablaze with the multiple lashes of the crop that her own twin had inflicted on her. She glared at her hatefully, hoping to convey her anger and resentment in the strongest of terms.

She looked over to Darkheart, watching him as he leaned against a dressing table, watching the scene before him with a slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth. But it was a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and in that moment, his cruelty was clear for all to see.

 

[Powerdog16]

"Well done! Well done!!" Darkheart applauded as he watched Tara force Sara to bend to her will. He said, "Now this is what I was talking about Sara... This is what Blackheart talked about...."

He looked at Tara and said, "Take off her shoes..."

"Yes Master... as you wish..." She immediately went to work on the shoes peeling them off. Tara cringed when she saw that Sara's feet were blistered and battered, scratched up and her toes were raw and bloody. She held the boots up to Darkheart and knelt in front of him waiting further instruction.

"Put those over there... there is some alcohol pads and clothes over there... get them and doctor her feet..." Darkheart watched her immediately go to work as he walked up to Sara and grabbed her face and turned to face me. He said, "You see... your sister... is weak. Pathetic. useless. I will use her as long as she remains useful to me and then... well..."

He looked to Tara and saw her trembling and beginning to work faster. She would always be useful for her Master and Mistress... Darkheart turned back to her and said, "you ... on the other hand... you still have that spirit... that... spunk... and I need that."

He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "That is your only chance of getting off this island is to keep your fight up..." He glanced to Tara and then back to her and said, "Unlike her..."

Tara dabbed the alchohol onto the toes and feet, washing the toes. Darkheart watched her as she finished her task and then smacked the back of the head and then said, "not good enough... suck them... now..."

Tara didn't even hesitate as she knelt behind Sara and licked her toes... Once she was sufficiently clean... He said, "Now... Tara... you have a new task ahead of you... "

He leaned over and pressed on Sara's tummy and heard her whimper. He knew that sound well. He said, "You are your sister's caretaker for tonite. Take her to the bathroom. If she doesn't do what you tell her... whip her... you will clean her too....

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara watched, furious as her twin ran happily about as Darkheart's eager little slave.

As the boots were removed, Sara suppressed her scream of agony, and wondered briefly if she would ever walk again, without being subjected to crippling pain!

She did scream as the alcohol pads were used to clean the cuts and abraisons on her feet, the toe nails that had been cracked down the centre, and partly lifted off. She was in absolute agony. She didn't think that Tara was deliberatly trying to inflict pain on her, but she wasn't being especially tender either. In truth, it was clear that Tara had once again choosen sides, and she was once again going for the choice that best suited Tara! What a surprise!!

"You see... your sister... is weak. Pathetic. useless. I will use her as long as she remains useful to me and then... well..."

had he not been holding her chin, staring into her eyes, Sara would have thought he was talking to her sister, rather than to her, and she heard Tara breath, sucked in, edged by fear, and she made a slight allowance for her.

"you ... on the other hand... you still have that spirit... that... spunk... and I need that."


Was that what it was? Spirit? Spunk?? To Sara it was her inability to just lie down and die! This was not some cleaver plan, or even a survival strategy, this was her being herself, and not allowing herself to be ground under his heel.

"That is your only chance of getting off this island is to keep your fight up...unlike her..."

his breath, hot and damp whispered almost intimately in her ear, and sent shivers down Sara's spine. It was delivered in the manner of a lover, and the contrast with its stark message struck her as especially sinister.

"not good enough... suck them... now..."

Sara whimpered in pain as her twin began to suck on each of her toes, and, although it was something she had been known to enjoy, in this instance, with her brutalised feet, it was a torture. The fact it was her own sister doing so only made it worse. Finally, it ended, and she looked up, her eyes blurry with tears.

"Now... Tara... you have a new task ahead of you... "

Sara shuddred, wondering what evil plan he had in mind now, knowing, whatever it was, she'd hate it.

When he leaned over and pressed her stomach, she whimpered, feeling as though her bladder was about to burst.

"You are your sister's caretaker for tonite. Take her to the bathroom. If she doesn't do what you tell her... whip her... you will clean her too....

the words were spoken quietly, directed at her twin, but Sara heard them, and recoiled. What was he trying to do to them???

Tara led her to the bathroom, supporting her when the agony of her feet got too bad, and led her to the toilet. She had the decency to turn her back while Sara peed, and while they had been in the bathroom together on occasion while one or other of them peed, this was different, this was very uncomfortable, and Tara was not able to meet her sister's eyes.

Sara's hand were still restrained, and Tara had been ordered to clean her, and Sara squeezed her eyes tight, imagining she was anywhere but here, as Tara took the toilet tissue, folded it, and gently wiped her sister dry, before she helped her to her feet again.

Then she ran a bath, and helped Sara in, allowing her to soak her aches and pains away.

Tara washed her hair, and washed her body, including her breasts and groin, much to Sara's embarrassment, and then she helped her out, not allowing her to spend as long in there as Sara would have liked, and dried her off.

She towel dried Sara's long hair, and then led her back out to the waiting Darkheart.

Sara's face flamed with shame, and of all that she had endured, this was by far the worst, and she couldn't look at her sister. She

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart smiled at his girl was finally ready for him. He walked to Sara and said, "Oh... aren't you a site..." He dropped two chains down and snapped them to her yoke. He looked to Tara and said, "Chicken wing her legs..."

A few minutes later, Tara snapped ankle and thigh cuffs on Sara's body and snapped her ankles to her thighs. He walked towards her and said, "Now don't hate this life. This is the life you chose when you decided to join me. Remember your sons... I have the word out all over the ocean and I am paying top dollar for their return..."

Tara looked to Sara and suddenly realized a bunch of different things... but kept her mouth shut. Darkheart turned to Tara and said, "Good... Now... you... strip your Master..."

"yes sir..." Tara got up and quickly hustled to Darkheart and began removing his clothes one piece at a time, folding them neatly and setting them on the dresser. When he stood there completely naked, he said, "Prepare my shower..."

She raced off only to happy to please her master. Tara remembered what happened to someone who failed to please their Master and she would not ever put herself willingly in that situation again which meant she would never give Darkheart a reason to...

He stood there watching Sara as she let her eyes move down his body and said, "Go ahead... enjoy the view... I am the one you are going to serve for the rest of your days..."

She turned red with flush as Tara returned, kneeling in front of him and saying, "Master... your shower is prepared... shall I wash you sir?"

"Of course..." He turned and walked to the shower. Tara waited for her Master to head in and she turned back to Sara, pushed her lips to Sara's ear and whispered, "You are not going to take him from me... I won't let you throw me to the wolves... like you did with Blackheart..."

She smiled and revealed to her anal plug... one very thick and with a cruel thrust, drove it unlubed inside her!!!

"Slave!!! Get your ass in here!!!" Darkheart barked....

Tara jumped up, glancing at Sara and whispering, "Enjoy the tabasco sauce..." She waited a moment longer to see Sara's eyes go wide... before she raced into the bathroom and began servicing her Master....

 

[sallythescorpian]

With her head and arms held in the yoke, and her ankles tied to her thighs, Sara was forcibly reminded of her helplessness, of how vulnerable she was, and how dependant she was on him.

Tara, it seemed was busy running every errand he could think of, giving all indications that there was nothing in life she enjoyed more, than being his slave. Darkheart's reference to her boys, reminded her that their safety was of paramount importance, and that would have to supersede any and all needs she herself might have. She nodded in acknowledgement, and forced herself to swallow down all the scathing comments she wanted so badly to make.

"Master... your shower is prepared... shall I wash you sir?"

Tara's subservient behaviour was really grating on Sara's nerves.

"Yes, Master, No, Master, Of course Master....!" Sara wanted to slap her face, knock some sense into her!! But she couldn't! She was strung up here, helpless, and it was both frustrating, and infuriating!

When Darkheart went into the shower, and Tara glanced furtively about, scuttling over to her sister, Sara thought she had perhaps misjudeged her sister. Perhaps she was going to give her the means to escape! Given Sara's line of thought, Tara's words were all the more shocking!!

"You are not going to take him from me... I won't let you throw me to the wolves... like you did with Blackheart..."

Sara cried out as her sister, with a viciousness that was totally unexpected, drove a dry butt plug, deep into her sister's ass, hurting her terribly!! The burn from the sudden stretching forced on her, made Sara moan with pain, but then she quickly became aware of another sensation. The burning wasn't only due to the sudden forced entry.... it was something else!!

"Enjoy the tabasco sauce..."

It was agonising, both physically and emotionally. Sara was struggling to get her head around the fact that her twin was deliberately, and maliciously inflicting pain on her, and taking great pleasure in doing so. Physically, the chemical burning, caused by the tabasco irritating the delicate lining of her bowel was excruciating.

By the time Darkheart came out of the shower, all pride had evaporated, and Sara was crying hard.

"Please Master!! Please, I beg you, take this out of me!! I can't stand it!!"

She could barely see Darkheart through her tears, but she heard Tara's surprised intake of breath, and she continued.

"Please Master, don't let her hurt me anymore, please!!"

Tara looked worried, and her face dropped, surprised that her sister had ratted her out. Sara was furious!! This was typical Tara!! Taking care of numero uno, disregarding the cost to everyone else around her. But this time she had gone too far, and she would learn that Sara could stick the knife in with equal impunity!!

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart could see that Tara had done something to her. He felt Sara's pelvis push forward as he reached down and removed the device from inside her. He turned his eyes towards Tara and said, "you did this?" He looked at her and said, "Why?"

Tara looked at Sara with anger and then shock as she turned to Darkheart and said, "Master... I am sorry. I just don't want her hurting you... she likes to hurt people..."

He turned towards the hanging cage and walked towards it... opening it. He turned to tara and watched her cringe and race to him. He turned her around and snapped her cuffs on, then a breathable gag and then said, "Get in... now..."

he pushed her into the cage and then closed the door. It was just big enough for up to 6 people to get in. He turned to sara and said, "now you ..." He untied her and did the same thing to her with the rope and gag... he pushed her inside the cage with her sister. He then locked the cage door and then walked to the bed, sat down and said, "now you two listen here..."

They turned to look at him. He said, "the two of you are definitely going to have to hash this out... you both want the one thing that the other can not have... so... I am giving you the chance to fight it out." He got up and walked to a switch and flicked it on. A faint humming filled the room...

Sara was the first to find out about the humming when her tush scrapped the bars of the cage and a shock zapped her. He said, "You have 30 minutes... one of you stays in this cage tonite... one of you leaves it and fucks me all night... Figure out who... now..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

It was a diabolical scheme, that set sister against sister, both fighting for the right to spend the night with him.

Sara had the physical advantage. She worked out daily, did kick boxing, and had stayed healthy and in good shape over the years, while Tara had been filling her body with all sorts of shit - coke, crack, amphetamines, E, alcohol, uppers, downers, and scores of pain meds.

She was actually more slightly built than her sister, but Sara was well toned with muscle. On the flip side, Sara's body had been abused with her aborted escape attempt, her feet were blistered, cut, and abused, and she ached all over.

Also in Tara's favour was the fact that she wanted the upper hand, more than anything, and the fact that she had less in the way of principles.

They looked at each other, and Tara lunged. Both girls had cuffs and gag, which prevented punches, slaps, biting and hairpulling. Tara bent and drove head first into her sisters stomach, making Sara scream, and hit the bars of the cage, getting zapped. She rolled to her feet, and planted a roundhouse kick into Tara's chest, driving her straight into the bars.

Then, kicking the back of her knee, she was able to knock her sister down. She should have sat on her, disabling her, but she didn't and that gave Tara the chance to make a come back. They were both sweating when the thirty minutes were up, and hearing Darkheart announce that there was only a minute left, galvanised both women into action. Two quick kicks to the back, her legs kicked from under her, disabled Tara, and Sara sat on her sister's back, to make sure there was no question as to the winner.

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart ended the battle with a round of applause and a slow boisterous laugh. He said, "Well played... well played indeed..."

Tara was on the floor of the cage struggling as she could to get up to no avail and crying because she knew she had lost this battle. There was no way around it.

Darkheart walked to the cage, leaned in and opened the door. He grabbed Sara by her collar and pulled her to the floor, down to her knees. He then reached under the cage in a small sleeve and pulled out a rubber mat about 12 inches in width and length and sat it in the middle of the cage floor as Tara pleaded through her gag for another chance.

As Darkheart closed the cage door he flipped a switch and suddenly Tara was doing the hot potato dance as the floor of the cage became energized as well. Tara found the rubber mat her only solstice and put both her feet on it for protection. She looked at her Master and pleaded and begged for reprieve... Darkheart ignored her.

He knew that Tara would not only spend the night in the cage, but it would be energized as well... and the though the mat protected her from the electricity, it did nothing to give her any kind of reprieve at all. She would have to stand perfectly still in the cage all night long. That meant know sleep for her at all...

He turned his attention towards Sara and said, "Get to the bed. You earned it. After you service your Master like the little whore you are... you will be granted sleep..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

((OOC - Sorry for the delay - I missed this post!))

Tara was crying hard, begging and pleading as she did everything to avoid being shocked. She balanced on the little mat, and looked miserably as her twin was dragged from the cage to spend the night with her master.

Sara was relieved - at least on one level. She would be avoiding the dreadful fate that awaited Tara, and she knew that sleep would be an impossibility for her in that electrified cage. However, for herself, she hated what she would have to do. She would be betraying her husband. On another level, one she was slow to admit to, even to herself, she hated that she was cheating on Blackheart..... despite the fact that he was dead, it still struck her that way. She had pushed him firmly from her mind, from the time that the twins were born, but now that those memories had been stirred up again, it brought all those old feelings rushing back to the surface.

She crawled to his bed, climbing in, determined to give him no reason to chastise her.

"Get to the bed. You earned it. After you service your Master like the little whore you are... you will be granted sleep..."

She closed her eyes, trying to mentally block out his words.

Her greatest fear of all .... the biggest threat to her lay directly ahead. She had succumbed to Darkheart, she had submitted to him, completely and absolutely. She had almost lost herself in doing so. Would the same now happen with his brother? Would she find herself seduced by the submission? Would she begin to crave it? Would she become his slave out of desire, rather than as a necessity of survival? Would he truly master her?

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart was particularly notorious in his little words of wisdom... 'After you service your Master'...

Tara spent the evening in particular agony as she stood in the small center patch of neutralized cage floor, unable to touch any part of the cage. It was loosely chained to the ceiling and floor, so it shifted under her feet very easily which forced her to focus solely on standing upright all night long...

Sara, on the other hand, had her own form of torture she was forced to endure. Darkheart's pleasure in the show translated into something even better... a rock hard erection! He sat at the foot of the bed and spread his legs, revealing his cock... his massive rock solid cock and looked down at her a moment as she sat on her knees in front of him. He said, "Your evening is not done yet slave woman..."

He picked up a ring gag and quickly replaced the regular gag with it and then leaned back on the wall and flipped on the satellite television and shifted the channel over to the news. It was nothing more than overseas financial markets, though the news did come from Miami itself. The man reported on the various companies profit margin...

Darkheart turned to her and said, "Well? Suck my dick whore? Unless you want to share the mat with your sister that is..."

He watched her lean down and his tool slip into her mouth. He leaned back and looked at Tara and said, "You... hey! You watching? You can learn a thing or two about how your sister acts. You are nothing but a druggie... she on the other hand... is a woman of substance! and one hell of a find cock sucker..."

Tara glared angrily at Sara again, losing balance for the 8th time and yelping under her gag as the shock coursed through her body a moment before getting back on the mat.

Darkheart turned back to Sara and watched her... for once... humility filled this once defiant woman... as she quietly sucked her Master's cock...

He leaned over and repositioned her so her ass was aimed at Tara. he leaned up as she throbbed his cock in her mouth and dipped his fingers into her cunt, finding it saturated. He said, "She is wet... ready... and willing... She truly is... my whore..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara didn't care about the discomfort Tara was having to endure, for the moment, at least, her focus was on her own difficulties. Darkheart sat on the foot of the bed, thighs spread, and his angry looking cock throbbing and demanding attention. She hated that her body reacted to that, dampening, opening, blooming.

He changed out her gag, and then spoke, demanding her attention.

"Well? Suck my dick whore? Unless you want to share the mat with your sister that is..."

She didn't. Even if the cage had not been electrified, she had no desire to spent time with her twin at the moment.

Instead, she lowered her head, and took his thick cock deep into her mouth, closing her eyes. In an instant, she was back with Blackheart, as memories assailed her, and she serviced him, relishing it, finding herself slipping back into the mindset that had seemed so natural to her then. It was a lifetime ago, and yet, it was as though it was yesterday, her memories so vivid.

She paid no attention to what he said to Tara, she simply worshiped him, as she had his brother, giving her all, needing to serve him.


She felt his fingers trail down along her back, snaking between her thighs, finding her core where she was melted and dripping with arousal. It was largely due to her memories, but he didn't know that, he didn't need to know, and Sara suspected that she could quickly fall under Darkheart's spell, and become his slave, as she had his brother.

She moaned around his shaft as he found her, throbbing and wet.

"She is wet... ready... and willing... She truly is... my whore..."

She heard his words, and much as she would have like to deny it, she was unable to do so.... she was quickly falling under his spell, as he played with the same ease that his brother had, luring her with her own need, her own desire to serve, her own subservience, her own submission.

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkhorse could feel something happening to her. She had been so very resistant to the idea of submitting to him or anyone else for that matter. She had spent too much time free to make her own choices that she had gotten these ideals in place that she was not a slave...

But now, with her moans at his slightest touch, he was finding out that she was in fact surrendering to her bodily needs. He looked down at her and said, "I understand now... I understand everything... It is time to face who you are Sara..."

He glanced to Tara who whimpered helplessly as the cage shifted and slipped off the mat a moment. He barked, "Shut up and be still!!!" Tara did as she was told, regaining her balance...

He turned back to Sara who's eyes had shifted up to him. He said, "Blackheart did break you... didn't he? Completely and totally... you were his... Then he was taken from you... and you realized what he had done to you... and built your walls preventing it from ever happening again... I bet your husband is one of the most boring and blandest men alive... Oh sure he is strong and protective, but he is ... safe. Bet you never fucked him in any other way than missionary..."

He could see it in her eyes... she was angry at the very mention of her husband, then guilt ridden, then contemplative...

Darkheart leaned in and said, "The one true love in your life... the one who haunted your dreams... filled your fantasies as you stared up at the ceiling... was Blackheart... at least... until recent... and now... it is me..."

He felt her pull away from his cock and he quickly grabbed her head and shoved her back onto him. He said, "I never said you could stop whore..." He took his other fingers and started probing again, finding that little nub of a clit and rubbing it. He said, "Your body will betray you ever single time... EVERY time..."

He felt her trying to fight off his advance as his cock started to swell for her forced oral. He rolled the clit in his fingers, probed her pussy, poked her anus... and he felt her body and mind at odds once again... He said, "Your precious husband is a pathetic excuse of a man... never could do what a real man like my brother and I could do... and you hate yourself for letting it happen... but ... hate it even more than you can't stop it... SUCK YOU SLUT!!!"

Darkheart's shaft began to swell again harder and harder... and he shoved his shaft deep down her throat just as he exploded into her body!!!!! at that same time, he felt her sieze his fingers with her lips and squeal in orgasmic need!!!

 

[sallythescorpian]

"I understand now... I understand everything... It is time to face who you are Sara..."

Sara stared up at Darkheart, surprised. Then Tara's gasp of horror caught her attention, and she looked at her twins' upset face. Tara's realisation that the dynamic between her sister and Darkheart had changed, made her cry out. But Sara returned her attention to her captor.

"Blackheart did break you... didn't he? Completely and totally... you were his... Then he was taken from you..".

Sara listened, horrified, as she realised that Darkheart had seen deep into her soul. She had thought what had happened between her and Blackheart had been an abomination, and she had sworn to herself that she would never again allow herself to be so vulnerable, and weak, so utterly dependent on another, and she had succeeded, categorically.

She squeezed her eyes shut as Darkheart detailed sex between her and Adam. It was true, but not quite as he saw it. Throughout their marriage, Adam had tried, time and time again to, as he put it, inject a little excitement, into their marriage, and she had shut him down each and ever time, insinuating that he was depraved somehow.

Adam, being the nice guy he was, was understanding, and put it down to the ordeal she had gone through, and instantly let it go. Little did he know that she craved that which she feared the most. She wanted to cover her ears, and block out Darkheart's poisonous words.

"The one true love in your life... the one who haunted your dreams... filled your fantasies as you stared up at the ceiling... was Blackheart... at least... until recent... and now... it is me..."

No, no no no no no NONONONO!!!! Releasing his cock, she shook her head, trying to deny his words, unwilling to even think that!! But the words were said now, and couldn't be taken back, not that he had any intention of rowing back on what he had said.

"I never said you could stop whore..Your body will betray you ever single time... EVERY time..."

It was already! His fingers were everywhere, tormenting her, torturing her, teasing her! She quivered, and shivered as sensation thrummed through her. Her clit felt as though it was about to burst, and she pressed toward him again, unconsciously seeking his touch.


"You hate yourself for letting it happen... but ... hate it even more than you can't stop it... SUCK YOU SLUT!!!"


His insidious words wrapped around Sara's mind, as her own body began to betray her in the worst way. She wanted to deny his words, she NEEDED to , but she couldn't. Her nipples were painfully tight, protruding, begging for attention, and her pussy was literally dripping her juices onto the floor, and she found herself sucking his cock with a level of enthuasiam she had never known before. she wanted to please him, to excite him, she needed to. That, more than anything else terrified her!!

 

[Powerdog16]

Darkheart watched her as her body began to fight internally. He turned his eyes towards Tara and watched her a moment. Despite her terrible predicament, Tara eyes never left Sara's expert working of Darkheart's cock with hunger!

Darkheart slowly removed his hand from Sara's head and grinned when he heard her moan and suck even harder!!! She wanted to suck. She wanted to fuck. She wanted him. It was inevitable.

He gave a moan and he felt his own body quickly give in! He had won! He was her Master in her soul now! He had pierced through the cold wall of defense and came out the purest of all entities... a slave.

He exploded inside her mouth... filling her throat with his seed... burning hot and piercing fire and he felt her tongue wrap his shaft and swallow ever drop... He lowered his eyes down towards Sara as she slowly withdrew. He noted a dribble of cum on her right lower lip and she let her tongue slip from her lips and lick it clean.

Darkheart was her Master. THere was no doubt. He felt his cock swollen still... unbelievably ready for more. He said, "Turn your pussy to me. You want it... you need it. Turn it towards me and I shall give your body everything it has ever needed..."

He felt her slowly turn around as awkwardly as she could manage. It was a testiment to her needs. Her body overrode her mind. He let his cock slip into her pussy... but only to the head. He said, "Tell me what you want me to be... tell me who you want to be for me... and you shall recieve it all!"

 

[sallythescorpian]

On some level she knew exactly what was happening to her, but she was powerless to fight it... she was succumbing to the pull, that intractable, indefatigable darkness within her; that which she had suppressed, and kept buried for so long a time - her desire, her need to submit, to be, to live as the slave she knew herself to be.

Darkheart's treatment of her had mirrored Blackheart's from so long ago, and although she had rationalised her reaction to Blackheart, told herself it was simply a survival mechanism, she knew it now to be something more, something that was an intrinsic part of her own make up.

His fingers, which had been woven in her hair, controlling her, loosened and released her, and she only sucked him harder, striving to prove herself, to seek her reward, and when he came, she gulped it all down with great enthusiasm, delighting in her success.

"Turn your pussy to me. You want it... you need it. Turn it towards me and I shall give your body everything it has ever needed..."

She began to move instantly, moving herself around, presenting her ass toward him, her pussy swollen and slick with need.

She moaned as he entered her, anticipating a hard, full thrust, but he teased her, tormented, her, giving her only the head of his cock, when she needed more, so much more.

"Tell me what you want me to be... tell me who you want to be for me... and you shall receive it all!"

She moaned, and tried to press back against him, wondering if she dared to simply take what she wanted so badly. The words hung on the tip of her tongue, and she knew this was a huge capitulation. Admitting it to herself was one thing, but to utter the words to him, that was another. She hesitated only a few seconds, although it seemed much longer to her.

"I ... don't want you to be my master..."

She hesitated only a split second before continuing

"I don't want you to be my Master, because...... you already are. You know it, and I'm admitting it. I am your slave... I belong to you in every way, I am yours, to do with as you please. I am nothing without you"

She sucked in a breath, a little shocked at the depth of her confession.

"I want you, I need you...... as I needed you brother, to be the centre of my universe!"

With that, Sara pushed back, impaling herself on Darkheart's shaft, taking him to the hilt. She glanced over, and was taken aback at Tara's shocked face. Tara looked as though her world had imploded, and Sara couldn't stop her triumphant little grin.

 

[Powerdog16]

Tara was devestated. She knew she was about to lose. She knew she was about to fail yet again to rise up above Sara. She begged, "NO!!! I can be better than that lying bitch!!! She is going to say anything to escape!!!!"

The words fell upon deaf ears are Darkheart fucked Sara into oblivion over and over again! The sex, the control, the power he had over Sara was unquestioned. And with Sara's willingly giving into Darkheart, he knew that Sara had spoken truth. Darkheart rammed his cock down her pussy till she came 10 times over... then pulled out and planted himself in her ass... sending her over the edge another 7 more times... He pulled out of her ass and rammed that pussy which was so saturated with their juices that it slipped right in and he made her orgasm so hard... sending her into such a powerful release that her eyes rolled into her head and she passed out!

Darkheart smiled and pulled from the passed out woman. He laid her on the bed, still tied up. He turned towards Tara and said, "Tomorrow, your sister decides your fate... and for your sake, you had hope she has some kind of hope for you..."

Tara leaned back and stumbled once more... her feet touching the electric charged rods. She screamed and struggled to regain balance.... Darkheart laughed as he turned and went back to bed and laid down. He didn't even have to move her to get Sara to struggle up and lay in his arms... in a sleepy gesture.

To Darkhearts ears as he fell asleep was sweet... Sara whispering 'My Master' and Tara crying...

 

[sallythescorpian]

It was like nothing her mind could conjure. He was, if anything, even better than his brother, and he drove her almost insane with pleasure.

She screamed, cumming so hard, over and over again, until she lost count of how many times, and then she passed out.

She awoke sometime later, her flesh sticky with the copious amount of cum that Darkheart had deposited in her and on her.

Still lethargic, she leaned over, taking his spent cock in her mouth, and she began to suckle him back to life. When she noticed he had woken, and was watching her from beneath hooded eyes, she smiled, releasing him.

"How about we finish this in the shower?!"

 

[Powerdog16]

Tara was barely conscious as the morning sun broke through the night. She watched with weary eyes as she saw Sara lean over and take Darkheart in her mouth and awaken him. He exploded his seed into her throat as he woke up with a smile. She was truly his slave... and now... what was to happen to Tara?

After the shower which seemed to last forever, Darkheart and Sara left the room. He in his suit and tie, her in her cuffs, collar and beautiful nakedness. It would be another hour before she saw another soul... and as fate had decided, it was Darkheart's mother...

Darkheart himself sat in his chair with Sara sitting on the floor at his feet. She was tasked with just sitting and waiting for her Master... and to do what he told her to do when he told her to. It was when George Brasco walked into the room for the first time. Two things happened at once... First, his eyes locked onto Sara's perfect body and then her glorious eyes, causing his heart to race suddenly! Second, the words, "We found the boys" slipped from his lips!

The lord of the island glanced up at Brasco with a glare that warned him about how much he had just fucked up! Then he noted George's staring at his slave and before glancing down at Sara, who surprisingly was staring back at George with the same in awe stare. He pulled on her leash and said, "you ... suck..." He pulled his cock out and she hesitated only a moment before rolling onto her knees and taking his cock into her mouth.

He knew Sara's ears were tuned in closely as he looked at Brasco and said, "You... we will talk about this in a little while. Go..."

George gave a nod, realizing his mistake, then turned and left the room. His mind was locked onto Sara. She was glorius! magnificant... simply perfect in every way... except that she was sucking the man who hated women.... He hoped to god he would see Sara again...