The Twins:

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: This story will be hosted by ozme52 and I.
The story will involved the twin sons of the Earl of Hargrave and take place in the very early 20th Century.
The lads are now 19 and attend college, but are now home for the long summer holiday.
While away at school they were invited to join the now infamous Hell Fire Club and, after attending a function or two, joined and became very active members in all of the hedonist activities.
Now at home again with the prospect of a long summer without 'diversions' they have decided that they'll just have to 'aquire' one of more attractive female to entertain them during the long summer holiday.
To that end they hired workmen from several shires (counties) away and had them construct an underground tunnel from the basement of the house where they reside on the land, a former guest home, to the dungeons of the castle. They had to do this as the upstairs access had been walled up ages ago. They have also had gas lines run and gas lights installed as well as running water.
In addition the attic of their house has been soundproofed and all windows sealed. Then, they themselves, installed the cells they had prefabricated in a now to distant city.

The work is now complete and the brothers, Anson (Oz) and Bertrand (me) have decided to tour the surrounding areas looking for comely young women to spirit away to their house's attic and/or the dungeons so they may begin to enjoy the diversions the Hell Fire Club has introduced them too and they've so happily embraced.

Needed at present:

One or two female vicitims. Do understand this is a non consent story, at least initially, for the victims and will be very hard core. Who knows what will happen as it unfolds. That's up to each victim.

Shortly into the story a trusted male household servant and a female servant, both willing to be submissive to the twins and do as they instruct.

If you're interested PM either Oz or I with character info/bio

PP


IC:

"Well my brother are you ready for the hunt?
"Alset to head out and see what lovely we can agree will be a suitable first guest for our mutual amusement and pleasure?"

 

[ozme52]

Anson Hargrave

"You know I'm ready little brother, and remember your promise not to break our new toys the very first day, like you did with my Christmas present to you last year."

Anson laughed at the joke as did Bertram. They had both so enjoyed Christmas at the club, their first. Some of the elder members had commented on the twins' "enthusiasm" and showmanship. They had indeed made quite an impression.

Throughout their childhoods, the two boys were both precocious and mischievous, though many wouldn't have labeled them such. Some said they were cruel and evil children. The brothers learned quickly to disguise their predilictions and became apparant model young gentlemen. This and their father's reputation gave them access to every opportunity two young gentlemen could wish for.

The brothers, virtually indistinguishable from each other, were unusual as compared to many other young gentlemen of the era. Neither small nor pallid, the boys were instead robust, strapping young men, a bit above average height. Blond and blue-eyed, they wore their hair a bit longer than was fashionable because it gave them an air of being a bit younger than they were and a look of innocence that they used well to their mutual advantage.

Anson donned a top coat and dusted off his hat.

"Have you called for the motor carriage?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram Hargrave:

"Well little brother I actually requested the groom ready the horse and closed carriage.
"I think you'll appreciate my reasoning once we've gotten a new toy to enjoy."

Lifting the bag he'd assembled just for this occasion, "I'll flip a crown. You call it and the loser drives the carriage both ways Anson."

The coin is on his hand awaiting his brother's call as Bert grins over at him.

 

[ozme52]

..

 

[ozme52]

Anson

"Heads dammit. And I'll keep the crown if you please. I'll buy the first round as well of course."

Anson laughed. Anson laughed a lot.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"Of course you will and with my guinea at that. What else is new big brother," Bertram laughs as he flips the coin and they watch it hit the Persian carpet and come up... tails.

"You drive and I buy. A resonable exchange Anson. Let's be off. Tis time to find and pluck our new toy and relieve us of the tedium of boredom."

Once into the not to far distant city, "Well Anson what do you say we browse for a toy in the city park. There are generally some lovely ladies out for a stroll and breath of fresh air."

"Perhaps near that fountain," he says rehtorically and continues, "Why not tie the horse close by and meet me there.
If there's a ripe one I'll pluck her and have her in the bushes waiting for you so we can carry her to the coach and put her inside."

Anson hesitates then agrees that it's a workable plan. So Bertram gets out of the coach and heads off through the bushes.

Five minutes later Bertram is peering from the bushes where he's stealthily gotten to see if there is a likely subject for their fun, and just in time it seems.

A woman is bending down displaying bountiful breasts as she wet a hanky and uses it on the tops of her firm breasts and to dab her face to cool off.

Her figure look curvy under the dress, her face is innocent and lovely.

'Mmmmmm, a very likely lil bitch,' he thinks to himself. 'I'll wager she'll provide a good deal of sport. The way she's attired shows class and money.
'It will be very interesting indeed to see how long it takes to break her and make her what we wish.'

He moves back and down along the path then emerges, brushes off a few leaves and strolls toward the fountain and the chosen prey.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Robin Carrington

Robin stood beside the fountain. The parasol did nothing to keep the heat from penetrating the dress and underskirt. She took her handkerchief and dipped it into the fountain. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she dripped the water on the swell of her breasts and then laid the cold handkerchief on one and then the other. After dipping the handkerchief in the fountain once again, she used it to cool her heated face.

She heard rustling in the distance and quickly composed herself as she saw a tall young man with longer than usual blonde hair coming down the pathway towards the fountain.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

As he approached at a leisurely pace Bertram tipped his hat and smiled at her, "A good afternoon to you miss. Quite hot today isn't it?"

As he drew closer he could easily see the beads of water on her breasts and longed to suck them off before biting each of them.

He was nearly within arms reach when she looked up and replied.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

"Yes it is. Infernally hot." Robin noticed the young man had walked to stand very close beside her and she unconsciously took a step back.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

One long step is all that it took. He didn't try to use charm or finesse in the park during the day.

Instead as soon as he was in front of her Bertram rammed his fist into her solarplexes driving the air from her lungs with an explosive, but quiet, Ummmphhhhh.

As her knees began to buckle and she bent over in pain he moved behind her, gripped her under the arms, lifted her and carried her into the bushes on the street side of the path.

Out of sight he laid her on the ground and rolled her on her side then quickly bound her wrists behind her. Next her ankles were bound and as she began to get her breath back again she was gagged by pushing her handkerchief into her mouth and tying it there with the bit of lace torn from her bodice and twisted and doubled over into a strong cord.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

It all happened so fast. One minute, she was taking a step backwards and the next she had the air knocked out of her and was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As soon as they were in the bushes, he put her down and expertly tied her wrists and ankles.

Just as she was getting her breath back and about to scream bloody murder, he shoved the wet handkerchief in her mouth and tied in place from lace he ripped from the bodice of her dress. Fear flooded her body and bile rose in her throat as she contemplated what the young man could possibly have in store for her. In the dark recesses of her mind, she thought she really didn't want to know.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

He squats next to her, between her and the footpath now a short distance away and says quietly, "You know if you struggle or cause a row in any way I'll be forced to hurt you.... like this." And his hand closes on a firm and voluptuous breast and he squeezes it as hard as he can.

Watching her, when her eyes start wide, wide open and fill with pain, he then twists and again as hard as he can. His grip and how he leans his full weight onto her tormented breast pins and immobilizes her for more movement adds more pain as she quickly learns.

"You will stay very still and very quiet for me now won't you my dear young woman?"

"If not of course I can always add to your pain and in a far more tender and delicate area," he says and as she watches he sees his eyes move deliberate to where she's covered by her skirt leaving no doubt at all where she'd be hurt next.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Robin's eyes filled with tears of pain as the young man squeezed her breast in an iron grip. She knew it was pointless to struggle now. Being trussed like she was made it impossible to have any chance of escape. She would bide her time and look for opportunities. As long as she was alive, there was hope.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"How very smart of you," he says as he eases off the pressure, the twist and his grip. However, his hand remains on her breast just in case and he begins to knead it and roll it on her chest for his pleasure as he waits for Anson to appear so they can get her to the carriage and away from here.

Now that twilight is approaching it will be easier, but there's also more chance someone will come looking for her so he hope Anson isn't long. Besides it's so much more fun if they play with their toys together.

 

[ozme52]

Anson watched as Bertie strolled toward the fountain and the woman he had obviously set his sights upon.

"Bertram's nothing if not efficient" Anson half chuckled to himself.

So sure of the outcome Anson clicked at the team and set them in motion, swinging the carriage around to come to the closest approach to the fountain, set the brake and walked over to assist with their burden. He brought his greatcoat with him to cover the woman. Should anyone be looking on, it would look like a couple of blokes helping a drunken mate.

As Anson approached he nodded approvingly, Bertie had chosen well. He had also already gotten started, the woman was clearly frightened and wincing in pain, Bertie had a good hold on her ample breast.

"Easy there big brother, don't wear her out before we get her home."

The woman looked directly at Anson and her eyes flitted back and forth between Anson and Bertram. She was clearly confused, so alike they were, and she swooned directly.

"Here Bertram, put this coat over her and let's assist her to the carriage, poor dear seems to have fainted, damned heat of the day I'd say."

They each took an arm and brought her to the carriage. Anson was sure Bertie had already slipped a hand under her skirts to sample her bottom, no doubt sufficiently ample to accept a cane or birch. Bertie did have an eye for it.

They hoisted the woman into the carriage's cab and Bertie climbed in with her.

"Mind your manners Bertie!! I mean it this time. Or I'll make you ride up here with me."

"Now, shall we stop at the inn for a pint? You can chloroform her before we get there and get her ready for the ride home."

Anson chuckled as he mounted the carriage and took up the reins. His erection bulged his breeches and he relished feeling the weight of it against his thigh. He had no doubt Bertie was in the same condition. They were so so alike.


"Get up horse!!! Hah!"

The carriage lurched forward.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"Now little brother would I truly start without you? Don't we have ever so much more fun when we play with them together?
"The confusion on their faces as they wonder which of us in the good twin and which the very evil one is so fascinating, don't you agree big brother," he asks as they get her into the carriage, he joins her and closes the door and window shades as Anson takes his place and starts the horse moving again.

Bertram wastes no time in denuding the wench of every stitch of her clothing and taking now her luxurious hair.

As he looks down at her nakedness he rebinds her again, but this time in a hogtie to truly immobilize her by bending her back so wrist and ankle bindings can be tied to each other keep her bent that way.

He replaces the makeshift gag with a leather one with a stuffed leather prod that sticks into her mouth to hold her tongue down and fill her mouth and completely muffle any cries or sounds. A blindfold is placed over her eyes the Bertie stuffs cotton wadding into her ears to restrict her hearing.

Once finished Bertie tests her tightness and her virginity and is happily surprised to find her maidenhood intact, another sign of her station in society. He next tests the tightness of her bottom and is certain that too is virgin... for now at least.

Finished with his examination of their prize, their toy, Bertie unfastens the latches and lifts one of the carriage seats and lifts her into the hidden storage space. He closes the lid and fastens it then opens the window shades and leans out to tell Anson just loud enough for him to hear, "We've a real prize big brother. Unless I'm badly mistaken we have a double virgin to break and break in." And he chuckles wickedly, evilly.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson chuckled. Bertie had done it again. With barely a moment to decide, he'd picked out the perfect dove to pluck.

"Is she in the compartment?"


"Good, just in time to draw a pint, play a bit with the wenches to whet our appetites, and mount our young quail there for the journey home."

Anson was sure the lovely would have an excellent reaction to the "wild" ride home. He gave himself another good rub.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"Stop at the pub just out of the city and we'll have a pint or two before moving on to home.
"That will ensure it's dark out as we travel and allow me to show you the little surprise I thought of for us to enjoy, and for the start of her humiliation and breaking," Bertie chuckles wickedly, evilly.

 

[ozme52]

Anson pulled up to the far side of the inn and tied the horses up.

He and Bertram were loudly greeted when they walked in, being not only oft seen customers, but generous when it came to buying a round. Not that they were so inclined for generosity's sake, but because it was convenient to have "loyal" followers, or retainers if you will, should the need arise for, to put it indelicately, henchmen.

They sat in the back corner of the pub, there ususal place and Anson order two pints. He clinked mugs with Bertram when they arrived. The serving wench, Anson thought her name might be Bonnie, plunked herself down on Anson's lap and whispered in his ear. Anson laughed loudly.

"Bertram! Bonnie here fancies us! Says she's never 'ad twins before." slightly mocking her course accent.

"'Ere now" Bonnie exclaimed, "ya don't 'ave to tell the 'ole pub." slapping Anson on the shoulder.

Anson grabbed Bonnies wrist and levered her arm back so that she had to arch her back, providing Anson with a delightful view down her chemise, while Bertram deftly kicked her feet out from under her so that she was also 'horsed' over Anson's leg. So practiced and natural were the moves that no one in the pub even noticed.

"Now Bonnie, it's not proper to be hitting the customers." Anson' voice was soft and gentle as he bounced Bonnie hard on his knee, giving her an enexpected ride.

"Bertram and I have business tonight but I'm sure we'd love to satisfy your curiosity another time., won't we Bertram"

Bertram nodded while Anson smiled a with a smile that only Bertram recognized as sinister. Anson bent over and gave Bonnie a series of kisses leading from her mouth, to her neck to her busom, the last he lifted to his descending lips with his hand giving her a good squeeze as he thumped Bonnie one last time hard upon his knee, making her gasp.

"Fancy another pint Bertram? Or shall we shall be be on our way?"

Anson released Bonnie and threw a few schillings on the table. More than enough for their drinks, another round if Bertie wanted another, and a healthy extra bit for Bonnie. Anson was always "generous."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"I think we should be about our business Anson, after all 'tis not polite to keep one waiting is it big brother?"

They drain their mugs and with a wave and g'night to one and all, Anson drops a guinea on the bar and loudly announces, "Let one and all drink on that until it's gone."

So saying they leave to loud cheers and calls of thanks for their generosity.

Bertram checked on the wench under the seat and she was still fast asleep from the effects of the chloroform so he joined Anson on the driver's seat.

"Well Anson how do you like the wench we've aquired. Think the slut will suit our needs and give us enough entertainment or should we let her stew a bit in a cell, properly naked of course, and see if we can find another one or two toys as she ponders her fate?"

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Rose Lea

Rose looks the typical Gypsy that she is. Long black hair, tall, slim with Mediterranian blood and temper to match. Still fairly innocent and the tender age of 18. Normally shy and quiet - except when her fiery temper gets the better of her.

IC: Rose Lea stormed across the field towards the road wearing her nightdress. She was bare footed, having fled her gypsy camp following a massive row with her father. Who did her father think he was - arranging a marriage behind her back like that. She knew her father was doing what he thought best - but did he seriously think she was going to marry an old fool like Javed?

Half blinded by tears, she stumbled into the road.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

"Anson, is that a woman I spy just coming onto the road in the moonlight or could it be a ghost," Bertram chuckles.

"I think we may have a second toy and one delivered into our tender mercies alllll on her own.
"Slow down as you approach her and offer her a ride to where she's going so you can have some company. Just before you get there I'll drop off on the other side.
"You keep her occupied and I'll tend the rest little brother and we'll add her under the other bench.
"It just must be our lucky day and night. Two playtoys and all with the minimum of effort and no fuss at all," he says as he climbs across behind Anson and down onto the carriage step on the opposite side from the woman walking down the road.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson rushed the horses forward and then pulled the brake and brought the whole rig to a sliding stop, narrowly avoiding the woman as she entered the roadway.

She came up startled by the horses as if she hadn't heard there approach and reeled back as the carriage narrowly missed her. A fancy piece of driving but Anson had always been good driving teams....

As Anson set the brake and climbed down from the coach he began a dialog, a monolog really, meant to keep the woman off balance as he fired a barrage of questions at her.

"Are you all right miss? I fear I almost ran you down. And look at you!! Is that chemise all you're wearing. Something must be amiss. Why, it looks as if you've been crying. May I help you?"

The girl was quite young and presented Anson with a relatively unhindered view of her figure. The nightdress was loosely cut around the neck and revealed a portion of the girls breasts. She had on no footware. Yet she appeared to be all alone.

As Anson stepped up to the dark haired beauty, he could see Bertram had made his way around the other side and was coming up behind her.

Before she could reply to his last question, Anson put his finger to his lips to shush her.

"Got you!!"

Bertram took her by the waist and clamped his other hand over her mouth.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bertram:

One arm around her just under her breasts pinned her arms and his other hand cupped and clamped across her mouth held her head back tight against his chest immobilizing it and preventing her biting him.

"Her legs little brother and inside where we can bind her and ensure her silence and cooperation in one manner or another," Bertram suggests now that he's lifted her off her feet and is enjoying the feel of her barely covered bottom against the tight pants at his crotch, which is reacting predictably.

 

[ozme52]

Anson

Anson reached down and swept up the girls's feet and laughed as he lifted them first to shoulder height and then stretched his arms wide and parted her legs.

Bertram took a half step back at the unexpected move but then quickly braced himself as Anson stepped forward between the girls parted thighs.

"A fine piece we seem to have found. Two already and only our first day hunting!! Eh Bertie."

Anson rucked the nightdress away from his face and up over Bertram's arms baring the girl from above her waist down to her feet.

"What do think Bertie? Keep her or throw her back?"

Bertram grabbed the dress and pulled it off over the girl's head, finishing the strip and letting her head fall between Anson's knees.

"Go ahead Bertie, Have the first taste." Anson was always well mannered.