The Box

"Hold it right there," Anita commanded. "I don't want you calling the police or anything. Just stand there, and stay still." She pulled the dildo out again, watching Cindy's ass flex inside the clear plastic box. Again, she pushed the shaft inward, filling Cindy's pussy and making her moan again. "How long have you kept her like this?" she asked. "You dirty bitch! No wonder nobody ever sees the two of you, with her locked up like this, and you playing your little games!" She slid the dildo out, and Cindy squealed, her hips wiggling inside the tight enclosure.

"Please... stop..." Linda began.

"I want you to tell me how to unlock this thing, and let her out of here!" Linda demanded. She pushed the thick, black phallus in again. Cindy jerked and grunted.

"It's not locked," Linda replied.

"Not locked?" Linda stroked the dildo out again. Cindy began to moan, her voice almost sounding like she was singing.

"She likes being in there. It was her choice!"

Anita pushed the dildo into Cindy's wet slit again.

Fifth time. Cindy's trigger. She had been conditioned to orgasm on the fifth consecutive stroke. And Linda had been teasing her for days! Two strokes, and stop. Four strokes, and then rolling the spiked wheel over Cindy's clit. Always on the edge, never quite there, never quite that final slide of rubber inside aching flesh! And now, within seconds, Anita had thrust the rubber cock inside her, one, two, three, four... and FIVE!

Inside the box, Cindy shook and moaned, making the Lucite enclosure wobble, squealing in ecstasy, squashing her ass cheeks back against the walls of the box, trying to impale herself deeper on the thick rubber dildo.

Anita stared at the box, the gun lowered, forgotten -- distracted for a moment -- as she watched Cindy cum and cum and cum, thrashing around inside, moaning and squealing, crying with release.

And in that moment, Linda grabbed the remote off the table and pressed a button.

"Put that down!" Anita commanded, swinging the gun back upward.

Linda set the remote back on the coffee table.

"Come over here," Anita waved the gun toward the box, where Cindy's spasms were lessening, her cries of ecstasy becoming quieter. "Open this up and let her out."

Linda walked over to the box, mindful every moment of the gun pointed at her. She undid the latches at the side of the box, and at the ends. Then she pulled the side downward on its hinges, and swiveled the top upward. The box resembled a small, transparent grand piano, its top lifted for maximum volume. Linda started to pull on Cindy's arms, feeling her muscles still twitching, shivering.

Anita continued to hold the gun, but her eyes were fluttering. She was finding it very hard to keep them open. Very hard to think what she next wanted to demand. What order she wanted to give Linda. She wanted to sit down. She wanted to lie down. Eyes wanted to close. She just wanted to do what she was told, and not think. Just sit down. Close her eyes. Go to sleep.

Of course Anita didn't know -- couldn't know -- about the subliminal sounds, playing through speakers set in every room in the house. "Sleep... Obey..." Just under the threshold of conscious hearing. Their timing was staggered, one room to the next, so they seemed to echo. "Sleep (sleep, sleep, sleep)... Obey (obey, obey, obey)..." Linda's first try at programming Cindy, twenty-four hours a day. Until she set up the wireless ear buds. Even though it was her own voice, Linda was feeling sleepy, too. But she knew what was happening. After all, she was the one who had pressed the button on the remote. The remote that seemed so far away. "Sleep (sleep... sleep... sleeeeeeep)... Obey (ohhhhhhhbey... obey... obeeeeeyyyy...)"

Anita's gun still pointed at her, Linda gently eased Cindy out of the box, while Anita quietly sat down on the floor, legs crossed. She was trying so hard to keep her eyes open. The gun drifted to one side, and her eyes gradually closed. She shook her head, forcing them open, pointing the gun again. Trying to remember which woman was Cinda, and which one was Lindy, they looked so much alike. Anita blinked slowly, smiling at her mistake, almost giggling. The gun drifted lower... lower... So heavy. So hard to hold it up high. So very high. Better to hold it lower. That was easier. Even lower. So hard to lift her gun, and point her eyes. Waiting for someone to tell her what to do. Anita's eyes closed. The gun dropped out of her hand, and her jaw fell open, exposing her pink tongue. She seemed to wave back and forth, in rhythm with a barely-heard song. "Sleep-eep-eep... Obey-ey-ey-ey..."

Linda guided Cindy into a standing position and tapped her forehead, then the right cheek, then the left cheek, and finally kissed her lips... so gently, so affectionately.

Cindy opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Hello, gorgeous!"

* * * *

Anita awoke to find herself on the floor, in a kneeling position, her legs spread wide. It would have been incorrect to describe her as naked, even though all her clothes had been removed. Each leg was bound separately -- shiny, silver duct tape wrapped around and around from her knee up to her crotch, holding the lower leg tightly against the upper leg. All she COULD do was kneel. Her arms were bound behind her, elbows straight, both arms wrapped from wrist to shoulder with more and more yards of duct tape. The posture thrust her bare breasts forward, as if offering them to be squeezed and sucked. Another strip of tape covered her mouth. Immobilized, helpless, silent, Anita opened her eyes and looked up at the two identical women sitting on the couch, clothed in light summer dresses, both sipping tea.

The woman on the left had her dress hiked up to her waist, showing off her smooth, tanned legs, and the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. The woman on the right had stretched one leg out across the couch, her foot firmly placed against the other woman's hairless pussy. Her toes flexed and curled, teasing the ring that had been pierced through the exposed clit. Flipping it up... and down... up... and down... The woman on the left was making the tiniest rocking motion with her hips, her eyes drifting closed with every wiggle of the toes between her legs.

Anita knew them well. She recognized the tiny differences between the twins. She knew the woman on the left was Cindy, the one on the right was Linda.

"I haven't seen you in sooooo long," Cindy said. Anita's body jerked with her surprise to hear Cindy speak. She was so certain Linda had brainwashed her somehow. Of course, she was right about that fact -- but not the reason behind it.

"You seemed to be under the impression that Cindy needed to be rescued," Linda began. Cindy giggled, and spread her legs wider, pushing her pussy onto Linda's toes, getting them wet with her juices. "Of course, I needed to make sure you didn't hurt anybody." Linda reached down beside her and lifted Anita's gun. She shifted it to her other hand, pointing it up at the ceiling. She reached down again, and held up the clip, now carefully separated from the gun. "Nasty things," Linda said, wiggling the two shiny metal objects. "The effects of a split-second decision can be so... permanent!" She set the gun and clip down on the table.

Cindy started to make little grunting noises, pumping onto Linda's toes. Linda withdrew her leg, causing Cindy to say, "Awwwww..." Linda stared into Cindy's eyes and tilted her head, nodding, in a way her twin instantly understood. Cindy pressed her legs together and resumed rocking, more quietly now.

Linda turned back to Anita and leaned forward, her elbows on her sun-browned knees. "Cindy and I have an arrangement. I am her mistress, and she is my slave."

"Only until the end of the year," Cindy exclaimed. "Then we switch."

Linda smiled a secret smile, then continued. "You interrupted our fun. Cindy was soooo disappointed. You need to make it up to her! And I realized that we need to make it crystal clear to you... that Cindy's desire to remain here is genuine." Linda shifted forward, moving closer to the tape-bound woman. "So we were thinking... it might be amusing, if Cindy had someone else to control for a while." She reached out, lifting up Anita's chin. "What do you think, 'Nita? Would you like to stay for a week, as Cindy's sex slave?"

"A fortnight!" Cindy exclaimed. Linda glared briefly at her with disapproval. "Awwww, c'mon, Lin!"

"Two weeks, then," Linda offered, looking back into Anita's eyes. "Unless you're not interested... or busy... You seem to be all tied up." She grinned, lopsidedly. "You wanted to see Cindy again. So what do you say? Wanna play, for two weeks?"

Anita looked up at Linda, her least favorite twin. There always seems to be one that's a leader, and the other twin follows. Linda impressed her as being tricky somehow, always something up her sleeve. The wicked stepmother to Cindy's Cinderella. But it WAS a chance to spend time with Cindy again. Sexy, slutty Cindy. She looked up at Cindy, then Linda, and nodded her head.

"Oh, goody!" Cindy cried, standing up and clapping her hands like a little girl. She opened a drawer in the end table and pulled out something. A leash, with a dog collar. Cindy strode forward and crouched in front of Anita. She deftly looped the collar around her neck, buckled it in place, and stood up, holding the leash. "Now, 'Nita girl, time to start your training!" Cindy giggled. "Follow me!"

Anita couldn't think how to move, even to crawl after Cindy, with her legs bound up and her arms tied behind her.

"Ohhhh," said Linda, "you can move! All you need to do is lean forward... and walk on your knees." Her eyes took on a wicked look. "And if you lose your balance..." she looked up at her twin, "well, it's up to Cindy. Whether to let you try to stand on your knees again, or make you crawl like that on your belly!" She leaned closer to Anita's ear and whispered, "Take my advice... DON'T lose your balance!"

Cindy jerked the leash, almost forcing Anita to fall over before she had moved. "C'mon, 'Nita slave! I want to lock you up someplace nice and tight!"

"She's untrained," Linda cautioned, as Anita struggled to her knees, wobbling. "She won't fit in the box." She grinned. "Not right away, anyhow!"

Cindy watched her new slave swing her left knee a few inches forward, the carpet abrading the delicate skin of her leg. Then she wobbled again, swinging the right knee forward, a little higher. It landed on the floor with a thump that hurt, and jarred Anita's body all the way to her head. "That's okay," Cindy replied. "I'm sure she'll fit in the shower stall." She looked up at Linda, the wickedness in her eyes a reflection of her twin's. "Turn on the remote, and you can watch on the TV."

Anita swung her left knee forward, tears forming in her eyes from the effort, the pain, the humiliation. What HAD she gotten herself into? She could feel the leash tugging on her neck, threatening to pull her too far forward, threatening to make her fall.

Cindy stopped tugging, then crouched down in front of Anita, changing her hold on the leash, grasping it just a few inches from the bound woman's face. She spoke softly... but there was an edge in her voice that made Anita feel like she might lose control of her bladder. "If you're REALLY good... I might ask Linda to let you stay longer... Maybe a month..."

Anita felt Cindy's fingers caressing between her legs, one long, slim digit stroking gently along the cleft of her pussy, up to her clit, and stopping there, possessively, unmoving but pressing gently against the fleshy button. She gazed up into Cindy's eyes, and found herself moaning through the tape.

Cindy smiled, stood up, and tugged gently on the leash. Walking slowly toward the bathroom, hips swaying, the summer dress swishing back and forth. Listening to the thump... thump... of her slave's knees behind her. Her very own slave's sore, aching knees.

They were going to have such fun!