Monique woke up already aroused and yawned. Next to her, in the bed, Carol was already awake. Her hand was between her legs and under her nightgown, stroking softly her nether lips.

-Good morning, my love.- Carol kissed her on the lips.- You were saying my name, were your dreams about me?

-Yes, mistress, and now I see why.- She replied in reference to the fingers now toying with her clit.- Could you untie me, please?- A soft rope bound her hands to the headboard, her elbows pointing to the ceiling. Another rope bound her ankles together to the footboard.

-Not yet.- She plunged her head under the sheets looking for her sister's sweet pussy. She finished with her tongue what her fingers had started. Monique was soon trashing helplessly on her bonds as her mandatory morning orgasm hit her hard.

After that, Carol untied her and took her to the bath tube where the hot water had warmed up enough. They soaped each other stopping from time to time to kiss, caress and fondle. Then they scrubbed the soap from each other's body with the sponge, process often disrupted in the same way. Once cleaned up Monique's fingers gave Carol what she had given her in the bed.

-Wow, your short erotic tale is super romantic... And incestuous. Are you sure you want to post it online with our real names?- Carol was reading over Monique's shoulder.

-It's not finished yet! Go away!

-Go away, mistress.- Carol pointed out.

-Yes, mistress, go away, please.

After the bath Carol helped Monique getting dressed. From a drawer she produced a pair of metallic spheres, about half an inch in size, attached with a string.

-Did you like my gift from China?

-Yes, mistress. It was fun wearing them. After a while they made me happy because they reminded me of you and the things we do.

-So you want them in today too?

-Yes, please!- Carol nodded and smiled. She moistened them up wih her saliva and put them into Monique's pussy one by one. She moaned imagining already all the fun she was going to get.

While Monique was enjoying her guests' dance inside her, Carol fitted around her waist a steel belt with velvet linning, which Monique held in place. At the front and back it had a pair of eyelets. Then Carol fitted the crotch band, a narrow plate with a hole for her ass. Her lavia protuded from two vertical slots while the clit, and the entrance to her pussy with the balls still inside was obstructed. At the two ends, the U shaped piece had slots through which the belt's eyelets passed, plus another eyelet between her legs. At last Carol fitted the second layer of protection, a concave peace of steel with a bunch of holes below Monique's pussy, combined with a bunch of small lumps to make things a bit more fun. A padlock for each eyelet secured well Monique's treasure.

Then came the bra. Also steel with velvet lining, the bands around the base of her breasts made them bulgue a bit. It closed at her back with a padlock for each shoulder strap. Another piece was added with the two cups, and padlocked twice on the sides and once in the middle. Same as her pussy lips, her nipples would be rubbing a bunch of small bumps.

Then came a thin and sheer white blouse and a pair of short legged panties. On top of them a loose fitting black shirt with white dots, all the buttons closed, and beige palazzo pants. Carol, for her part, dressed a bit more conservative with a blue skirt suit with its jacket, accompanied by a beret, also in vlue and dark brown pantyhose. They only were matched in the black low heeled shoes.

-So pretty.

-Trousers again? I want a skirt.

-I know, doll. I'm just adding an aditional layer of protection.- She patted on the trouser's crotch.

-I think that the belt protects me well enough.

-Well, but not enough.- Carol laughed and Monique frowned. She wouldn't find a man dressed like that. She looked like a feminist, or even worse, a lesbian.- Here's the plan. First, breakfast. Then, a lot of stores to visit. Lunch, of course. Then a couple more stores. And finally..., theater!- Carol enclosed Monique's arm with hers and led the way.

The two spheres inside Monique where small and her effect was subtle, but after two hours walking from one store to another the effects were starting to get more intense. It was 1945. Japan had been bombed into peace and the nightmare was over. The streets were full of people, expending the money they had been saving for emergencies, knowing that the danger was gone. For that reason the two sisters had to walk much more than the expected, dodging people and going around the planned route looking for less crowded streets. From time to time Monique stopped and hugged Carol for support, who kissed her cheeks or her forehead, or even her lips, eliciting a few scandalized responses from bystanders.

-I'm ok, let's go.- Said Monique after the last break.

-Yes, my angel.- Carol slapped soflty Monique's buttock.- I've been looking for a bigger house. I've found one that might be affordable, if any of us gets a promotion and...

-Sounds great, mistress, but I want to get married eventually. A good man that will take my virginity the proper way, and have a few children, as god intended. I like very much what we do but we are not childs anymore and we have to start to behave like adults.

-Honey, I told you, I took your virginity with a cucumber years ago. Just think about it. If you want childs we can find a volunteer. We will raise them together.

-Mistress! There are too many ears around here! We'll talk some other day.

-I will still love you, no matter who may be listening.- Carol took her sister's hand and kissed its palm. Monique blushed. The life she had proposed her was too perfect to be true. Maybe too perfect to be legal.

After all day long walking and visiting stores a good movie would be perfect. On the way to the theater, though, Monique spotted a poster of a show of magic, “The wonderful Rickaard and his beautiful assistant Marlenne.” In the poster there was a gorgeous lady with a straigtjacket. In another poster was the same lady trapped in a box with only her feet and head visible. Her pussy twitched and her mouth watered.

-Carol..., would you fancy a bit of magic?

-Magic?- She looked at the same posters and her body reacted likewise for different reasons.- Oh, yeah, sure.

The spectacle was amazing. The sisters loved every second. Specially the trick where the assistant was covered in chains and she had to undo the padlocks. The magician presented another trick, showing a box that looked like a coffin. When she asked for a voluntary Monique raised her hand without hesitation. Tha magician motioned her to the stage.

-It's very easy, just follow my tips.- The assistant, the beauty of the poster, squated down and tied her legs loosely with thick ropes.

-...An ancient Asian method to punish dangerous criminals...- The magician kept going with his mumbo-jumbo chatter. The assistant, whose head was next to Monique's crotch smelled her arousal, not entirely missreading what was happening, as the ropes had indeed aroused Monique but not so much. She was, in fact, already quite aroused before climbing on the stage. Following her hunch, the assistant cinched the ropes more tightly with a grin on her lips. Monique moaned quietly each time that a rope dig into her skin.- What are you doing?- Whispered the magician during a pause.

-I'm giving this lovely lady the best night of her life.- Instead of tying loosely her wrists as usual, she did a much more elavorate bind, combined with several loops of rope around Monique's waist and crotch. Then she stood and kissed the amazed captive softly on the lips.

-My assistant is using her special lipstick, brought from Himalaya, to calm down the dangerous prisoner.- Improvised the magician.

-Himalayan lipstick, my ass.- Mumbled Carol, feeling a spark of jealousy.

While the magician explained how real was everything. The assistang closed the false wood coffin's lid with false nails and a false hammer. The magician ended his chatter and the assistant made the coffin spin around a couple of times.

Suddenly a man with his face hidden under a burlap hood and carrying a gun burst into the stage and shot the magician twice. The assistant froze in place because of the fear. The public cheered until the puddle of the magician's blood showed beneath his soaked cape. The public started to run in all directions. Carol called Monique with all her strength but there was too much noise. Below the stage Monique, still bound, was waiting in the small elevator, just under the coffin, where the assistant had told her to wait. The two bangs and the hubbub was scaring her. At the end of the basement she saw a man going down the stairs and running in her direction. Asking herself why was the man wearing a hood, she was too distracted, scared, and horny due to all events of the day, to fight back when the man hit her on the head with the gun.

-Water, my all-mighty goddess?- Carol had ordered Marlo to address Monique as such.

-Bless you, former and future co-mistress.- Monique joked and took the glass.

-Oh, no. That asshole has kidnapped Monique.- Marlo's chains rattled when she bent down to read on the laptop. She was wearing a sirik. From a metallic cuff round her neck hung a long and thick chain, passing through a ring in front of a leather belt. From its end two chains of about half a foot long were cuffed to her ankles. Slightly below her breasts two more chains of the same length went to her wrists. All five cuffs and the belt were padlocked. In her ass she carried a butt plug, an inch wide at the widest, whose only purpose to apply a bit of pressure and tease her. Other than that she was naked.

-Somebody is talking without permission instead of cleaning the dishes as has been instructed.- Carol said from the couch.- This person is likely going to enter in a world of pain.

-I'm very sorry, mistress.- Marlo hobbled back to the sink. Her eyes drifted towards the dishwasher that she wasn't allowed to use.

Monique opened the door sweating profusely. The balls had been buried inside her for who knows how long. The two hours trip by car, had posed an outward torture. Rural roads plus old breaks were a terrible combination. That and the fifteen minutes she had been running and hidding from the cops before she could get back to the car. Her master was on his chair listening to the sport news on the radio.

-You are late.

-I'm sorry, master.- She knelt in front of his master. Leaning down she kissed the tip of his boots. Her selfish urges were a consequence of her feminine wickedness, or so had explained her master. If he had bothered to break the padlocks of her chastity belt, she would have found a better explanation. In any case, irrelevant, she had disappointed her master. She turned around and lifted the long skirt of her dress and the pettycoats. Her master was about to punish her with his belt and she deserved every stroke, for starters because her horny urges could have ruined her mission, forcing her to run slower, but also because her master was hungry and she wasn't there to cook.

Many miles from there Carol was staring at the window. Monique had been missing for a month already. According to the police she should take her death for granted. She couldn't eat, or sleep. She had no strength left to speak or even get up from the bed. Her sister, best friend and lover might be dead. She wished she were dead as well.

Even worse. For weeks had been reading about other magicians being shot, but, except the first one, the witnesses always talked about a woman. A woman whose's description matched with Monique's. Carol came to think that her sister knew the assaultant and they were working together but that was absurd.

Suddenly, about four hours after midnight, somebody knocked at the door. Not caring about her looks, she opened as she was, barely dressed, only wearing a nightgown and a housecoat. It was Marlenne, the magician's assistant. She was dressed in a black leather skirt and white sheer silk blouse, below which could be clearly seen a black leather overbust corset.

-Good night, miss. If I may come in, I bring news.- Carol nodded and motioned her to enter. She went to the living room and sat on a chair. To her surprise, after placing her purse on a table, Marlenne knelt in front of her, with her head bowed, hands on her back, sitting on her haunches, her long heels pinching on her ass.

-What are you doing!?

-Listen, miss, please. My husband has been in a coma for near a month. He woke up a week ago. This very morning he, at last, managed to remember something of use about the attack. He has figured out the identity of the attacker. The color of his eyes, the way he walked, his height... It's an old colleague of us. Another magician. Willis, his last name. He was banned from the academy because he was stealing the secrets of his companions. He claimed to be innocent and when nobody believed him, he swore revenge.

-Are you sure of that?- A weak light of hope had been lit in the long tunnel of desperation.

-We are, miss. And we know where he lives. Around two hours by car, in a farm. Now, if you could, please, open my purse...- Carol did as told and produced a revolver.- I would go alone in my car, but maybe you'd want to join me.

-I...- Carol didn't need to overthink it. That bastard, either had killed her sister, or held her hostage for a month.- Yes.

-Thank you, miss. At last, I believe I owe you an apology. I wanted to give your sister a night to remember and I tied her wrists and ankles with real knots, leaving her defenseless in that basement. I am not to blame for the assaultant's actions but I was reckless and arrogant and I deserve a punishment. So, hereby I am submitting to any punishment you deem fit. Just, please, not until justice has been done. After that, it would be my honor to submit to your anger.

-Say no more. Sit in a couch like a person, while I change into something more appropriate for this.- She picked the first shirt, trousers, jacket and boots she laid her eyes on. There was no time to lose.

Monique woke up with the first light of the day. She was sleeping on the floor, over a thick dirty blanket, as usual. Her soul was not pure enough to share her master's bed. Her ass hurt like hell due to the belting she had endured. Not enough, in her opinion. Her master was too soft.

She stood and looked at her master. He was in bed, snoring, naked from the waist down. Last night Monique had given him a very good blowjob and she felt proud of herself. It was the duty of every wife to please her husband and make him happy. Male orgasms were beautiful and pure, as they served to create babies. Female orgasms, at the contrary were depraved, disgusting and sinful. As soon as her mission were done and all the warlocks and witches sent to to meet god's justice, her master would marry her and give her many children. Monique hoped that her master would manage to impregnate her without giving her any of those terrible female orgasms. Female orgasms led straight to hell.

In her old life, who knows how long ago, she fell in the clutches of a devilish lesbian witch who infected her mind with dark arts. Even worse, her own sister. Her master had saved her. He might not be the best man or the better looking, he might not smell well or have many virtues, but he had saved her soul and deserved gratitude. He kept her tied to a chair for months, or years, telling her again and again the obvious truths, cleaning her mind of any sinful tendencies. His belt and his fists were of great help. He was a hero, and she owed him eternal servitude for saving her eternal soul.

-You are going a bit too far, aren't you?- Behind her back on her right, Carol was again reading over her shoulder.- It's quite offensive. Right, slave?

-Yes, mistress.- On her left, Marlo was also reading. She was absentmindedly scrubbing an already clean glass with the sponge. In addition to the text, Carol's left hand was toying with her butt plug, and thus, distracting her twice.

-This is just a fantasy. And is not finished, fuck off!

Monique straightened her long dress, covering everything from neck to ankle, and went to the stable to milk the cows. Her master and, hopefuly, future husband would have his breakfast waiting for him as soon as he woke up. The devil in her sinful cunt kept molesting her, but she was commited to ignore her selfish and mean, femenine, sexual impulses and focus on his master's wishes and needs.

About an hour later a car parked in front of the cabin. As most women didn't have enough intelligence to drive a car, Monique assumed that it was a man. As a woman she shouldn't interfere in a conversation between two men. Instead she got busy with the cow, in case their guest wanted also a bit.

Carol and Marlenne got out of the car, the first carrying the gun, the second a long length of rope. Marlenne had explained Carol that both her and her husband were magicians and developed the tricks together. As Rickaard had better aptitudes for doing the talking part, she assumed the role of assistant in the stage.

They got in the house and right away they heard snoring, helping them to find its source. Marlenne didn't lose any time and got busy tying his hands and legs to the bedframe. He kept sleeping until Carol hit him hard on the cheek with the barrel of the gun. Marlenne stepped on the mattress and placed a foot on his groin, the spike heel threateningly close to his testicles.

-Who the fuck...? Marlenne?- He babbled, still half asleep.

-Where is my sister, you piece of shit?- Carol hit him again even harder.

-Where is her sister, you piece of filth?- Marlenne pressed softly on his ball with her heel. He cried like a pig. Then started to laugh like a maniac.

-Your sister is no more. It's gone. Forever.

-Then...- Carol wanted to cry, but she had no more tears left, she had used them all. She had other feelings, though.- Then you are of no use to me.- She was about to shoot him when she heard steps coming from the front door.

-What are you doing to my master?- Monique stood there, with the bucket full of milk on her hand.

-My love!- Carol lent Marlenne the gun and ran to her sister.- You are alive.- She was about to hug her when Monique pushed her away.

-Don't touch me, you lesbian slut. I'm free of your perverse influence. My master freed me.- Monique spat those words as if they were burning in her mouth, so much she hated her sister.

-But, what are you saying? You love me, sis. We... Shut up!- She yelled at Monique's so-called master. He was laughing at their expense, enjoying her suffering.

-Monique, listen. Three, two, one, sleep.- In a sudden Monique lose consciousness and fell asleep to the floor as if somebody had cut her strings.

-No! You, bitch!- Yelled Willis.

-Shut up!- Marlenne squeezed his ball again, and that time a wet sound could be hear. Immediately he started to cry and yelp. Carol was kneeling and holding Monique in her arms.- Hypnosis.- Marlenne explained.- We can undo it. You and me, together. I have no doubt. But it will take time. His hold seems to be much stronger than I would deem possible, though. I guess that he spent a lot of time torturing her.

-I guess that two chinese balls in her pussy for a month weakened her resistance.- Marlenne shrugged her shoulders and nodded. At last, Carol found more tears to spend. Marlenne climbed off the bed, walked to Carol and gave her the gun.

-As I still haven't paid my debt, is up to you to decide the monster's fate, miss. I'll take Monique to the car. Don't leave any proof behind, burn everything down.- She placed Monique on a cartwheel she saw on a corner of the kitchen and carried her out.

Carol aimed at Willis. She had never had any violent tendencies but that repulsive human being had kept her sister captive for weeks, messed badly with her mind, made her kill several men and women, and who knows what more. Marlenne wouldn't report her to the police, because it was her gun and they gad gone there in her car. Nobody would ever know. Her hand was trembling.

-You have to do that now? Here?- Next to Monique, on the table, Carol was fucking Marlo with a strap on. With each thrust the table shook. She stopped for a moment and she and Marlo looked at Monique confused. That was the fourth time that day, always leaving Marlo unsatisfied and on the verge of cumming, plus the other five of the previous day. Her fluids had been running down her legs all day long. She was so excited that her cheeks showed several shades of red and each breathing sounded like a gasp. Then they looked at each other. To them what they were doing made perfect sense. Then they looked again at Monique, still puzzled.- Ok, fine, I'll take a break.