Predator And Prey - A Tale Of Two Sisters

I was in India on business, which hadn't turned out to be as lucrative as I'd hoped, that I met Devya and Aesha. 

I'd been touring a temple when I noticed there seemed to be a bit of a commotion in the center courtyard. Nosy fellow that I am, I went out to investigate and came across a group of photographers clustered, who upon further inspection worked for a popular American swimsuit magazine, clustered around some statues. This piqued my interest, so I lingered until the group dispersed enough for me to see their subject.

I'd seen a lot of beautiful women in my life, but even my jaw dropped slightly at what I saw. Apparently a native to these parts, the model had a tall, lean body wonderfully displayed in a white triangle bikini with golden floral patterns on the cups. Her abdominal muscles were beautifully defined, her naval a dark, deep oval. Long brown hair hung down past her shoulders, framing a face with big brown eyes, pouty lips, and high cheekbones. Her caramel-colored skin practically glowed in the hot afternoon sun, and a golden necklace decorated her neck.

Already I was imagining taking the Indian beauty, imagining her body against mine as I squeezed the life out of her, but with me going to another city in just a couples hours and expected back in the States next week it didn't seem likely, alas, and I was content not to pursue it for now. I made a mental note to do some research when I had the time; I doubted this magazine did very many shoots in India. I made the decision that I was going to have this woman. I was going to rape her and kill her. The model leaned on a statue and twirled her hair sultrily. She smiled and chatted with the staff. She acted as though this was a normal day, as though the irrevocable decision to end her life hadn't been made. How could she know? Someone told a joke and she laughed, her teeth bright and white in the sun. Her laugh was carefree and musical. 

A week later I was across the country in Mumbai, enjoying my last night before heading home. I'd done my research and found out she was 20-year old Aesha Mahajan, a California model who'd immigrated to the States as a child. What interested me most is that her parents still lived in India, and this was her first job with a major publisher, meaning that her disappearance wouldn't cause a media scandal. All I needed to do was have a guy "vanish" her photos before publication, and nobody would care that she was gone.

But fate put Aesha in my hands even earlier than expected. I was walking down the street past the bars and restaurants, my plane leaving in only a couple of hours, when I happened to spot the model out of the corner of my eye, sitting at an outdoors bar, wearing a purple tank top and skinny jeans. I approached, barely able to believe my luck.

She was speaking California-accented English with a man who I assumed to be magazine staff, and she looked bored and a little bit repulsed. It didn't take much effort to peel her away.

Relieved to finally find someone that spoke English and wasn't a "creepy photographer," Aesha happily told me her story. She had moved to California to pursue her dream of modeling, though so far she could only barely make ends meet. She told me, somewhat dejectedly, that she hadn't been paid for the job and had been flown business class, but the exposure was worth it and she was confident she was on the verge of breaking out. I could tell that she definitely had the potential for a successful modeling career. She was slender, but not rail-thin like many other hopefuls, had a pretty face, and her heritage would make her something of a novelty in the industry. 

I say Aesha had the "potential" because I knew that she was dead. The dark, brutal thoughts that had earlier been but daydreams turned into a barely controllable lust. I felt a twinge of sympathy knowing that the cheerful, outgoing woman in front of me would never see any of her dreams, never see her friends again, but these thoughts only drove my lust. While she told me how lucky she was and how much she loved her career I imagined her naked and in chains, screaming and crying as I slowly took everything from her. 

I introduced myself, using a fake name, as a bigshot at a well-known modeling firm. This wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't entirely a lie either - I've kickstarted the careers of (and banged) several supermodels whose names you'd probably recognize and have plenty of contacts in the industry, and I was able to furbish the expected credentials. Her eyes lit up when I showed her a photo of me with multiple women who made more money standing around looking hot than she'd probably seen in her life. I told her I was from California as well, that we were probably going to the same airport, and how a ride of my private jet would be far nicer than the uncomfortable coach seats on the cramped airliner the magazine had provided. All truthful and easily proven, and to say Aesha was giddy was an understatement.

Her cellphone rang. She sighed and answered.

"Devya?... No, I'm fine... I'm with a guy, American. . . he's worked with Lera! This could be my big break!...  Jesus, stop worrying... fine, whatever, see you soon."

Aesha hung up and rolled her eyes. "My sister thinks I can't take care of myself, I guess. She's coming to pick me up."

None of the info on Aesha had said she had a sister, but this wasn't too unusual; agencies know that good genes run in families, and if she wasn't interested in a modeling career she might prefer to remain hidden to avoid harassment. I only half listened as Aesha told me about her. The sister, Devya, was apparently the smarter of the two, starting her sophomore year at Harvard in the fall, and it didn't sound like she thought very highly of modeling or of Aesha's chances of becoming a millionaire doing it. Still, she supported Aesha's efforts and flown out with her, though she was apparently staying a few extra days to visit family. 

It was about thirty minutes before Devya showed up, and I had to stop my jaw from dropping. Twins! She was a dead ringer for Aesha, sharing her sister's supermodel face and even had an identical hairstyle. Her body was somewhat covered in a modest dress, but I guessed it was every bit as sexy as Aesha's. The possibilities flashed across my mind, but I pushed them away - Devya was staying in-country longer than Aesha, I doubted that I could tempt her away, and frankly I didn't feel like putting in the extra effort when I was going to have pretty much the same thing anyways. Plus, I thought, it might be nice to have the option later on - raping a killing a woman and then dating her identical twin sister was pretty much the definition of having your cake and eating it too. I was in disguise, as I always am when away from home, so there wasn't any risk of her identifying me.

She flashed a smile at me and put a hand on Aesha's shoulder. "It's time to go, Aesha," she said.

"But sis!" Aesha exclaimed, "Wait until you find out who this is!"

I introduced myself and gave Devya the same line I gave her sister, but I could already tell it was a lost cause. She was respectful and didn't openly voice her doubts, but I could tell she knew that something was up. Even after seeing my credentials and the photos, Devya remained skeptical. Maybe as a college girl she was more world-weary and and suspicious of male intentions. Maybe she was just a good judge of character. But she was trying to keep my dick out of her sister, and I don't like that. I not-so-subtly suggested that she was envious of her sister's success, and could tell immediately that I'd made a mistake.

"We'll be happy to discuss this back in California," Devya said icily. "But we have to go. Aesha."

"But Devya!"

"We're going." 

Aesha looked at me apologetically and slipped me her number, and the twins strode off to Devya's car. My eyes were glued to their tight asses as new thoughts ran through my head. I saw the twins sobbing as I took turns fucking them. I saw me whipping the flesh off Devya's ass, punishment for meddling in my plans.

The truth was that Aesha was a dead woman the moment our paths crossed. Her life had ended the moment I saw her showing off her tight body in that bikini, and anything more was just borrowed time. But if Devya hadn't tried to protect her sister, hadn't tried to change her fate, I wouldn't even know she existed. I smiled at the irony and ordered a drink. Devya would know how futile her efforts were soon enough.

**************

My California home consisted of the top six floors of a new, quite massive skyscraper hotel, The Breakers Resort, that I owned and had built at considerable personal expense. From it I had a view of the beaches, the city, casinos, all the places that made this town run. When I looked down at the teeming masses of people I imagined I owned them, and frankly the truth wasn't far off. I was a killer, and I could snuff out any of their lives whenever I wanted. 

Me and Aesha arrived in California the same day, so it wasn't hard to find her. I "coincidentally" ran into her at the airport. Why, how delightful! Of course I was going to call you! Within thirty minutes I had set her up with a phony modeling job and gotten her a VIP room at The Breakers (a room I deliberately leave vacant for my most very special "guests"). I even got her to call Devya and beg her to come stay with her for a few days - she was careful not to mention me or modeling, of course.

Aesha and I were currently in what I affectionately called the movie room. The room took up its own floor and had Hollywood-quality lighting, hidden cameras covering every possible angle, a one-way glass windows giving a gorgeous view of the city on one side and the beaches on the other. There was a bed, a closet full of useful implements, a bathroom with a shower, and a hot tub, among various other amenities.

Aesha was currently tied spreadeagled to the bed. Romantic that I am, I'd dressed her in the same white bikini she'd been in when she first got my attention and given her a matching white ballgag. I rubbed her tummy as I spoke on the phone to a guy I know who specializes in making evidence disappear. If the magazine printed Aesha's photos it might boost her celebrity enough to make people wonder what happened to her, so I wanted to make sure that didn't happen.

When I was finished I hung up and smiled at her. "Those photos the magazine took? They're never going to reach publication, sorry." I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her sex, feeling the warmth. She squeezed her eyes shut and banged her head on the pillow. "I guess your modeling career isn't going anywhere, babe. Should've gone to school."

Carefully I removed her bikini top and bottom, admiring Aesha's naked body. God she was gorgeous. Cute, shapely tits topped by light brown nipples, and a pretty waxed pussy just waiting to take my cock. I ran my tongue over her left breast and gently kneaded the other with my hand, and then kissed my way down her torso. I stopped at her navel, running my tongue around and into the exquisitely-shaped indentation, then continued down her belly down to her sex. She was lubing up nicely.

"It would've been easier if you accepted my plane ride, Aesha. Could have made it so the records never even showed you leaving India." I moved back up her body and bit her nipple, hard, and she screamed into the gag. "But I'm still not really concerned. I'm pretty good at this." 

I removed my finger from her pussy and wiped it on her face. "I want to know your opinions on this," I said as I removed her gag.

"OHGODPLEASEWHYAREYOUDOINGTHIS?!" she screamed. I slapped her across the face and grabbed a knife, which shut her up. I put it to her sex and poked it gently with the blade.

"Nobody can hear you, babe. So all screaming will do will annoy me."

"Why are you doing this?" Aesha sobbed. Those big brown eyes looked so lovely filled with tears, and I was ready to fuck. I began sawing at the ropes binding her legs. "I trusted you..."

"Your fault, not mine." When her legs were free she kicked at me weakly, but I easily controlled her. I admired her stems for a moment - they were long and sculpted, I love tall women - then pushed them up as far as they would go, practically folding the poor model in two. Her pussy was facing straight up, beckoning me, and I gave it a couple loving pats before lining my cock up and easing the head in.

"NOOOOOO!" Aesha howled, banging her head against the pillow. "NO! NONONONO!"

I smiled and shoved it in to its full length. This girl was tight. I thrusted in and out, in and out while she screeched and struggled, her legs flailing around uselessly. As my thrusts got harder her squealing took on a matching rhythm, incredibly sexy. 

I felt myself close to climax, and Aesha must have noticed too. "PLEASE PULL OUT!" she howled. "PLEASE!" 

I decided to let her have this one, so I pulled out and came on her titties. My cum provided a nice contrast to her brown skin. 

I undid the ropes binding her arms. She didn't fight or try and run, she just lay there, her breasts heaving as she quietly sobbed, makeup running down her face. I pulled her to her feet and shoved her into the shower room. "Clean yourself off, you whore."

She staggered into the shower and turned the water on. She initially just stood there, but when I threatened to knock some teeth out she slowly began soaping herself off. Her back was turned to me, I guess it was a small gesture of defiance, but the view was pretty nice so I allowed it. I watched the water run off her brown hair, down the soft, dark curves of her back, onto her firm ass. My cock hardened at the sight; already I was ready for round two.

I got into the shower and nuzzled my cock up against her butt, cupping her tits with my hands as I ran my nose through her hair and kissed her neck. She froze and I could tell she was trying not to break down from my touch.

I turned her around and her pleading eyes met mine, looking for some sign of mercy I guess, and finding none she lowered her head and stared at the floor as I ran my hands over her wet body. I grabbed her soaking hair and pushed her down to her knees. I pushed my member at her mouth and she reluctantly accepted it.

Aesha knew how to suck a cock. She did it without her hands, gripping my legs as she slid her mouth over my manhood. The crying only made it better, I only wished the shower didn't disguise her tears. "Use your tongue, babe," I ordered. "I want to feel it."

She obeyed, licking my cock as she sucked it and her eyes briefly met mine. She was seeking my approval, making sure I was satisfied with her performance. How quickly, how easily she'd gone from being a proud model to an obedient sex slave. It made me want to hurt her.

I grabbed her dark brown locks and violently shoved my cock down her throat. Her eyes bulged as she choked and gagged. I pulled out, letting her take a quick breath before shoving my manhood back in up to the hilt. I developed a brutal rhythm, barely giving her time to breathe. She tried to slap at me and push me away, but I wasn't going to be stopped. She was barely conscious by the time I shot my cum down her throat. 

Aesha looked so cute sitting there on the shower floor, coughing up my jizz and gasping for air as the water poured over her. When she'd recovered enough I told her she had ten minutes to clean herself off, again, and meet me outside.

She came out of the shower on time, and looked nervously at the device I had put up in the meantime. It was a wooden construct shaped like an upside-down Y, and she could probably guess its use. I told her not to worry about that yet and walked her over to the hot tub. We relaxed for a bit, her just sitting there silently, until I was ready to go to bed. 

I fed her a military MRE, can't have my girl going hungry, and had her put her white bikini back on and I presented her with a gift, the same golden necklace she'd been wearing during that fateful shoot. When she clasped it on the floodgates opened and she collapsed to the floor sobbing, probably thinking back to that day and finally fully understanding that those days were behind her. 

I escorted her to the Y-frame and bound her to it with soft white ropes that matched her outfit. When I was done her legs were splayed open and her arms were tied straight above her. A board jutted out a bit into the small of her back, arching her body a bit and emphasizing her breasts and abs. I finished the look by gagging her with a white cloth. She shifted about uncomfortably as a punched a code into the keypad by the door.

"Have a good night, Aesha," I said as I walked out. "Hey, you told Devya to meet you a nine AM, right?"

Aesha's eyes went wide and she howled as she realized what she'd done. I was glad that I'd been able to renew her spirits as I turned the lights out and shut the door behind me. *****************

The Breakers boasted a rooftop pool and that's where Aesha had been planning on meeting her sister (swimsuit aficionado that I am, I'd insisted that Aesha meet her somewhere with swimming). I was up there by 9AM, lounging in a pool chair with my cell phone plugged into a special wall outlet. This hooked it up to my camera system, allowing me to invade my guests' privacy from the comfort of the pool.

I watched Devya enter the hotel at 9:15AM dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. There were two elevators in the lobby; prdinarily they didn't stop at my more special floors, which weren't numbered, but there was a keypad that would allow access if the right code was entered.

Devya checked in with the front desk clerk, and looked bit confused when she was told that her name wasn't in the system. I half expected her to leave, which would have been an inconvenience, but she told the clerk that she was meeting someone and they let her through. She got into an elevator, assuring that today was her last day as a free woman.

Devya stepped onto the roof shortly. She looked around for Aesha, didn't see her, shrugged, and stripped off her clothes until she was in a blue bikini. All the men around gawked and I couldn't blame them. Devya had a killer body, every bit as good as her sister's. 

It took every ounce of self control to not stroke myself in anticipation as Devya claimed a pool chair and stretched out. I hoped she enjoyed every second of her last few minutes in the sun. As 10AM came and passed she got up and surveyed the crowd again. When she pulled out her phone and called her sister my heart pounded, my erection growing. I'd "accidentally" left Aesha's cellphone in the room with her, because hope is such a wonderful thing. I swiped to the feed of Aesha and watched the poor woman pull at her binds with renewed ferocity, screaming in frustration as her phone vibrated on a table not ten feet from her.

Devya called, waited, and hung up, frowning. She stared into the distance, thinking, then jumped in the pool and started doing laps. At 10:30 she got back out, water dripping down that sweet, sweet body, got dressed, tried her sister again and moved to the elevator. She got on, alone, and I rushed to get on with her. She was visibly uncomfortable with the sudden entry of a man dressed only in a bathing suit, but was too polite to get off. I stared at her tits, no point treating her like a human at this point, and she smiled nervously. 

As the elevator started to move I quickly flipped open the panel concealing the keypad and punched in the code that would bring us to my floors.

"Is something wrong with it?" she asked, watching me. When the elevator lurched to a stop her expression turned worried and she reached for her phone, lowering it and looking relieved when the doors opened. I step out and motioned for her to follow, which she did nervously. I pressed a button above a keypad on the wall and the elevator doors closed as the lift resumed normal operation. It would not come back without the code.

Me and Devya were standing in a hall. On one side was a set of doors which opened into Aesha's prison. On the other was a set of doors that led to my other private floors. The walls of the prison were soundproofed, but these other ones weren't. Still, Devya was a bit overdressed for her reunion and I wanted to fix that. I reached into a drawer and produced a knife.

"Ohmygod," was all Devya got out before the blade was at her throat. Her brown eyes were wide, her bosom heaving. 

"You scream and I'll cut your throat wide open, understand?" 

Devya nodded, her mouth clamped shut.

I took the knife from her neck. "Undress," I said.

Devya hesitated, but she knew the score. Slowly, reluctantly she pulled her T-shirt off, followed by the jeans. She stood there in her blue bikini, hugging herself and glancing nervously at the erection that was visible under my trunks. She had a wonderfully fuckable body, and those pouty, cocksucking lips, mmm. I considered demanding a blowjob, but there was a look about her eyes that said it would be a bad idea to put my member between her teeth. Well, we'd see how defiant she was with twin sister on the line.

I slugged Devya in the gut and ziptied her wrists together behind her back, shoved a ballgag in her mouth, then pulled her to her feet and pulled her behind me by the hair. I opened the lock on the doors and yanked the college girl into her new home.

Aesha's look when she saw her sister bound and half naked was priceless, and her shapely breasts heaved with despaired sobs. It was a lovely sight, but I had work to do.

I dragged Devya over to her sister and forced her on her knees, then undid the ballgag.

"Who are you?" she blurted out before I slapped her across the face.

"Don't speak unless spoken to, Devya," I said harshly. I decided to get straight to business. "Now. I want you to eat Aesha's pussy."

Her eyes snapped open and she recoiled back. "No! I won't!"  

I gave her another gut punch and she flopped over, coughing and sucking in air. I turned to Aesha and shrugged.

"Sorry babe, she said no and that means pain for you. That's how things are going to work from now on."

While Devya hacked and gasped for breath on the floor, I went through my extensive selection of toys - I didn't want to permanently disfigure my model's body (not yet, at least), so that limited my selection. I eventually settled on an ornate box I'd got from a friend on China. 

I dragged Devya to her knees and opened the box, making sure both she and Aesha could see the thin, sharp needles inside. Aesha howled and twisted in her binds. Her abs and muscles stood out beautifully as she struggled and tensed against the ropes.

"Don't hurt her! Please!" Devya begged. I paid her no heed as I decided where into Aesha I should put the first needle. I decided her cute little navel, devoid of decoration, was as good a place as any. I rubbed the tip around the crevace, letting my Indian beauty savor the moment and admiring her cute efforts to suck her tummy in away from the needle, before slowly pushing it in up to the head. Blood trickled out, and I quickly dabbed it up with a napkin so as to not get it on her bikini bottom.

"All the sluts get their belly buttons pierced these days," I laughed. Aesha's screams were music to my ears. 

"What's wrong with you?" Devya wailed, getting to her feet. "Leave her alone!"

"Are you going to do as I say?" I asked. Devya stared up at me - she stood almost six feet tall, but I was still bigger - uncertainly. I let go and pulled out another needle. "Now, where should I put this one?"

"Wait!" she cried, taking a few steps toward Aesha. "I'll do it!"

"Do what?"

"I'll... do what you tell me to."

I smiled. "Tell me you want to eat Aesha's pussy."

Devya had managed to hold the tears back so far, but I could see them filling her eyes now. "I want... to eat... Aesha's... p..." but she could not finish the words. I pushed the second needle into Aesha's naval, then a third. The poor model's screams were deafening even through the gag and her sister had to yell to be heard over her, "IWANTTOEATAESHA'SPUSSY!"

With the words out the floodgates opened and she collapsed to the floor, a sobbing wreck. Devya was an ambitious girl at an Ivy League school, a woman with dreams of leadership and being someone, and now she'd been reduced to fucking her sister like a cheap crack whore - the mental strain was probably worse than anything I could do to her physically. I lived for these moments.

I let her lie there and cry for a few moments before I'd decided she'd gotten enough tears on my floor and pulled her back to her knees and shoved her face into her sister's crotch. "Eat her," I ordered.

Balancing on her knees, Devya gave the bikini bottom a hesitant lick. I chuckled and apologized, undoing the fabric and tossing it aside. I gave her tanned ass a hard slap and with a squeal she shoved her tongue into Aesha's pussy and began doing something that at least resembled eating her out. Points for effort, at least.

I figured it was time for me to have some fun here, too. I stripped out of my clothes and poked Devya in the crotch with my dick, eliciting a surprised squeal. She tried to turn her head, but I grabbed her hair and shoved her face into her sister's sex.

"Don't you dare stop, let me see that tongue working," I hissed as I undid the strings of her bottom, letting the blue fabric fall to the floor. Her pussy was also waxed, a matching set. "You ever been fucked before, Devya?"

"PLLEEEAAAASE," she cried into her sister's sex. I grabbed her bound hands and pushed them up into the air, forcing her face further forward, and then slid my cock into her pussy and began to thrust.

Devya wasn't a virgin, but she was tight. It didn't take long for her pussy to lubricate involuntarily, and soon I was fucking her at a good pace. I could hear her gasping for breath as her face was ground against her sister's pussy lips by my pumping, and Aesha's sobs were occasionally broken up by a stifled moan - Devya's tongue was evidently hitting its target here and there. 

As I felt myself reaching my climax, I reached forward and yanked the pins out of Aesha's cute naval. The model's pained, muffled cries, the small streams of blood running down her belly into her sobbing sister's face - it was all too much for me. With a triumphant cry I pumped my cum deep into Devya's pussy where it belonged.

Devya slumped to the floor as I pulled out of her; she looked a mess, covered in makeup and her sister's juices. I undid her bikini top and flipped her onto her back, admiring her tight, curvy body and firm tits. I removed Aesha's top as well and gave her breasts some playful slaps. 

"Don't go anywhere, babe," I chuckled. Prodding Devya with my foot and indicating the cum dripping out of her pussy, I said "I want that cleaned up when I come back. And your sister's blood, too." She didn't respond so I added a threat to cut off Aesha's tits if she didn't comply. With that, I punched a code in by the door and took the elevator to the floor up.

******

I checked my cellphone messages after pouring myself some wine. There was a message from my contact in the FBI said some agents were nosing around - it happened, and wasn't usually anything to worry about. Here was one from the chick I was currently banging (consensually), Irina Slate, a semi-successful actress with minimal acting skills whose career was built entirely around looking hot, asking what I was doing tomorrow. 

The third one put a damper on my mood - Rex Clifton calling to demand money I owed him. Clifton was the local casino and property magnate, and I owed him something in the high six digits. He was also a notorious hedonist, though, and while I don't usually believe in letting my girls go, I was thinking that I might give one of them up to Clifton to get him off my back for a bit.

I finished my wine and turned back to the feed of the girls. The cameras were virtually everywhere, capturing their lives from any angle you could desire. The Indian beauties' suffering would certainly turn me a profit after some video editing.

Devya had been a busy girl, cleaning up my mess. After all, it isn't easy when your wrists are behind your back and your legs are tied at the ankles. Still, she'd managed to get a towel and mop most of it off the floor and from between her legs, and wisely (though annoyingly, now I'd have to clean it) she'd dipped herself in the hot tub for a rinse. Cleaning up Aesha's blood had been trickier; towel clutched behind her back, she'd had to shimmy up her sister's body and use it to support herself to get the towel high enough to get the blood on her body. It looked almost like she was grinding against Aesha.

Now Devya lay on the floor, working at her binds and trying to comfort her sister, who was sobbing uncontrollably into the gag. It was clear she possessed the big-sister instincts of the two.

Not likely to do her any good, I thought. 

************

I was already hard as a rock when I walked back in the room, pondering the decision I was going to have to make. I had decided I'd give up one of my girls to get Clifton off my back.

I'd moved Devya and Aesha to the bed. They were lying on top of each other, breasts squishing together sexily, both sets of arms tied to the bed posts. They were both gagged since I doubted they had anything interesting to say.

"You sluts ever try a three way?" I asked as I joined them on the bed. I grabbed Aesha's feet and lined her up with her sister, putting a strain on Devya's breathing and giving me easy access to the twin pussies. I slid between their legs and grabbed Aesha's ass cheeks. They were firm and muscled, testament to years of hard work at the gym. I pushed my cock up against her slit and she gripped Devya's hands in her own, trying to prepare herself. I slid inside her, groaning in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah, babe," I moaned. "That's right, get nice and wet for me. Tell yourself you aren't enjoying this." I reared back and began thrusting hard.

"MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-MMMM!" she cried through the gag in time with my thrusts. Below her Devya groaned in discomfort as Aesha slammed into her from above, crushing her under the combined weight of two adults.

I pulled out of Aesha and slid into Devya's pussy and renewed my thrusts. Now it was Devya's turn to cry out as Aesha fell silent; I think the model preferred it when her sister was getting raped. Not wanting her to get too comfortable I leaned forward on her back, putting my full weight on her and sandwiching her between me and her twin. 

I fucked them both back and forth for what seemed like ages. Fucking two identical supermodel-sexy twins was maybe the best idea I'd had. My hands moved between their chests, roughly squeezing and groping the four identical, shapely flesh mounds. I squeezed Aesha's firm ass and moved my hand under the pile to grip Devya's equally firm ass at the same time. I kissed Aesha's curvy back and licked the tears from Devya's beautiful eyes. Whenever I got tired of one tight pussy I just pushed into another hot, wet slit. At the same time my divided attention and their uncomfortable position meant that neither woman was able to derive much pleasure from it. It was incredible.

After nearly an hour of this I felt my climax building. "Which of you bitches wants this?" I grunted. Two cries of dismay came back to me. Well, as the saying goes, why not both?

I pulled out of Aesha and pushed into Devya, whose eyes went wide as she realized she'd probably lost the coin flip - was that a sigh of relief I heard from Aesha? I closed my eyes and opened the floodgates inside my Harvard student, pumping my cum deep inside her womb where it belonged. I firmly believe that the moment you cum inside a bitch is the moment she realizes she's not walking away, which is why I try not to do it too soon - gotta give them that hope - and it spurred a new wave of tears and muffled "No"s from the poor girl.

But I wasn't done yet. With Herculean effort I stopped the flow of sperm and pulled out, then shoved inside Aesha. She squealed in surprise and a scream as she felt my warmth spilling inside her.

"Thought I forgot about you, bitch?" I moaned and smacked her ass as my orgasm continued inside her. This was truly a mind-altering experience, and when it was finally over I collapsed on Aesha's back. We lay there in a big sweaty pile, my panting mingling with two sets of crying and sniffling.

When I caught my breath I pulled out and took a quick shower. I stepped out a few minutes later and looked and the twins. They were so lovely, fingers interlaced crying into each others' faces, breasts smashed together and legs intertwined, my sperm leaking from their slits. Something was missing though, so I climbed back onto the bed with them and began rubbing my dick in front of their faces, telling them I'd skin them alive if the looked away. It didn't take long before I sprayed another stream of cum onto their tear-streaked faces. Now the image was complete.

This was all being recorded anyways, but I still grabbed a camera and snapped some shots of them. Everything they'd done, all their hard work, it had all led up to this. This moment was what the Indian twins had been born for, and they'd been fools to think their lives could have amounted to anything more.

I undid the cuffs binding their arms and told them to clean up. Aesha climbed up and obediently crawled into the shower room, but Devya swung at me, the bitch. I restrained her easily but she growled through the gag defiantly, in contrast to her sister her just stood there with a blank expression. I chuckled and squeezed a tit affectionately, Devya was my kind of woman. I still couldn't have that kind of attitude though. 

"Come on, Devya. Do I have to remind you what happens when you annoy me?" I said as I cuffed her back to the bed. Aesha, who I guess was actually the smarter of the two, tried to run, realizing what was coming. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the shower room.

"Please don't, I've done everything you said" she whispered when I undid her gag. I gripped her right breast with one hand and twisted hard, drawing a piercing scream from the model. It wouldn't cause permanent damage and likely didn't hurt nearly as bad as what I could have done, but her screams put on a show for Devya in the other room and that's what mattered. I did this for about five minutes before I pushed her into the shower.

Devya didn't fight this time when I undid her restraints. I slapped her ass and told her to clean up, and she slowly walked to the shower room. Everybody can be controlled.

I locked them in and went up to my room to get dressed. I had business to attend to.

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Ever the class act, Rex Clifton asked me to meet him in one of the cities higher-end strip clubs. A blonde with tits so big I honestly don't know how she functioned escorted me to his usual spot, a private sound-proofed room in the back. Clifton was sitting there getting a lap-dance from a redhead stripper. His secretary and advisor, a mid-20s half-Asian albino woman named Eria, sat next to him in a black suit and sunglasses looking all the world like a CIA spook. Rumor had it that she was a former terrorist-for-higher with an impressive body count; nobody quite knew how Clifton had convinced her to become a paperwork jockey.

Clifton smiled at me. "So you know why we're here, right?"

"Of course. I owe you money, and I'll have it. But I have something else that might interest you." I pulled out my phone and swiped to pictures of Aesha; my buddy had sent me the modeling shots he found.

Clifton looked interested, he knew what I was talking about, but his expression turned firm again after Eria whispered something in his ear. 

"Fischer, listen," he said. "Money's what I need, not wom-" 

He stopped when he saw the first shot, Aesha posing in the same courtyard I first saw her in, in the white bikini. I could tell he was as enamored as I was. Here was a photo of her kneeling in a purple and yellow swimsuit. Here she was, laying on her side and smiling. 

"The money," Eria hissed.

I grinned at her. "This is money. You can easily sell her when you're done with her. Knock the profits off my debt."

"Well, that seems reasonable," Clifton said. "I don't see why we have to take cash." 

I smiled and stood up. "I'll drop her off in, say, two days?" 

Clifton shook my hand. Eria's eye twitched. Overall a successful day, I think.

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That evening I stroked myself as I watched Aesha and Devya through the cameras. Aesha had spent her free time curled up in a ball on her bed, while Devya had tried banging on the walls and yelling. Now she stood at the window and stared out at the teaming crowds below. So close, yet so far; nobody could see them through the mirrored glass.

I'd decided Aesha would be Clifton's lucky girl. It had taken some deliberation - after all, she was the one who'd drawn my attention, it was so unfair that she was getting a way out - by Clifton liked his women submissive. Aesha was already pretty much broken and would only be weaker without her twin around, whereas I knew that Aesha was the only thing keeping Devya in line and she'd only be more defiant alone. If I gave her to Clifton one of them would be dead pretty soon, and I'd probably be next.

I had to begin treating Aesha a bit better since she was now a financial asset. For dinner I took her up to my dining room and gave her real food to eat. I gave her access to a few amenities and dressed her in lingerie and jewelry, which I doubted she considered ideal but she probably preferred it to being naked. She was dull and listless but she made a nice ornament at least, and I hoped she was learning the lesson: Obedience gets rewarded, or at least not punished. Before I was through with her for the night I ordered her to suck me off. She obeyed, using her tongue and not using her hands, just the way I liked it, and she dutifully swallowed my seed when I came in her mouth.

Cuffing her arms in front of her at the wrists, I escorted her back down to the prison and attached her cuffs to a ring hanging down from the ceiling by a rope. She could stand comfortably and not much else. She looked so pretty in lacy white lingerie and high heels, and I'd adorned her with gold jewelry I had laying around. My princess. It was time for her to see what happens to less obedient women.

I'd tied Devya backwards over a large wooden spool, legs spread out and bound to her wrists by the ankles. Her head lay on the other side, her dark mane fanned beneath her. Her skin stretched arousingly over her arched torso, the tight bondage giving her breasts a pleasing upward lift. She was ungagged but hadn't said a word, even when she saw me grab the box with the needles.

I ran my finger down the soft, taut skin of her navel and then fingered her pussy a bit until she was good and wet. I lined my cock up with the struggling, unwilling slit and shoved my cock in up to the hilt. She grunted and I could tell she was about to say something, probably scream at me, but she looked at Aesha tied up and thought better of it. I figured I could liven her up a bit though.

I reached for the needle box and pulled one out. They were skinny things, about an inch long, and you could probably stick a hundred in a person without causing serious harm. As I fucked Devya I poked the tip into her right tit, just above the areola. She yelped in surprise, then clamped her mouth shut. I pushed the needle in up to the head, drawing a drop of blood, but she didn't make a peep. So this was how it was going to be.

About fifteen minutes later her right breast looked like a pincushion, but still she wasn't screaming. I couldn't help but admire her; the Indian woman was a worthy opponent, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I grabbed the dark brown nipple of her tortured, quivering breast and gently ran my finger around it, nursing it until it was tantalizingly erect. 

Devya knew what was coming. Her breath coming out in hoarse pants, she thrashed and struggled trying to buck me off of her, but I only laughed as I continued to pump in and out of her. She looked at me pleadingly as I poked the crown of her nipple with a needle. I shoved it in, and she screamed.

"AAAAAAGHHOOWWWWW!"

It was all over from there. She howled and cried and pleaded nonstop as I worked over her other breast. By the time I was reaching my climax, both her tits were filled with glimmering metal. I had a few left over so I began pushing them into the dark oval of her naval, just like I'd done with her sister.

"AESHA HEEELLP MEEEEE!" she howled as the metal penetrated her stretched skin. I looked at Aesha and grinned; she wasn't even trying to escape, just standing there with a sexy, frightened look. I knew that if she was free she wouldn't dare fight me. Devya had essentially sacrificed herself trying to protect her sister, a woman who now wouldn't lift a hand to protect her from me. The thought brought me to climax and Devya once again found her pussy getting pumped full of my cum.

I pulled out and released Aesha from her bonds. I ordered her to clean my cock and she complained, drinking her sister's juices. Devya had quieted down and begun holding her breath; the mere act of breathing jostled the needles around, bringing her excruciating pain. 

I told Aesha to pull the needles out of Devya, clean her up, and feed her. While she did that I went upstairs, ate a hearty meal, and watched Casablanca. When I was done I went back downstairs; Aesha was curled up into a ball on the bed. I noted with amusement that she hadn't untied her sister.

I chained Aesha up to the bed, only the best for my special girl, and chained Devya to the other side of the room, where she could sleep on the floor. This wasn't cruelty so much as pragmatism, I didn't need the two ladies getting into it and lowering Aesha's resell value. I switched the lights off and went upstairs to sleep.

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It was Aesha's big day. I showered her up, had her do her hair and makeup, and dressed her in her special white bikini and golden necklace, with added white stilettos. She looked elegant and graceful, every bit the supermodel she had wanted to be. 

She stood in stark contrast to Devya, sitting up against her wall. Her hair was a mess, her face was covered in tears, and her once flawless skin was covered in puncture marks and dried blood. She looked at Aesha, so comparatively well treated, with visible hatred. I wondered if Devya would still try and rescue her sister from strange men at the bar.

I hooked my arm around her waist and led her to the elevator. I punched in a code that would bring us to another normally inaccessible area, this time my private garage. 

I'd wanted to hand her over to Clifton here, but he'd put Eria in charge of it and she'd insisted on doing it in public at one of Clifton's casinos, probably out of concern for her own safety. Well, fair enough.

I pulled out some zipties and put Aesha in a nice, tight hogtie and then gagged her. I carried her over to a soundproof chest and squeezed her inside. She cried softly as I closed the lid, realizing she was being traded away like an object. I carried the box over to a white SUV and stuck it in the back.

I managed to get to Clifton's casino without issue. I parked and left the air conditioning running as I went inside. I was supposed to meet a guy named Ralph, but I saw a familiar, more visually pleasing face by the pool.

Eria was laying in a lounge chair under the shade an umbrella with a margarita, sunglasses on and torso covered with a black towel. Her pale skin and white hair, cropped at her shoulders, seemed to shimmer in the light.

"I didn't think you were one for sun," I said as I sat in the chair next to her. "I bet you sear like a tuna stick."

She turned her head back to the sky. "What do you want?" she asked flatly. "Are you lost?"

"I couldn't find, uh, Ralph, sorry."

"Whatever. At least try and spend some money while you're here, see if you can pay off the credit card companies with your women."

"Come on now," I said. "It's not that bad a deal. And don't tell me you're above this, I know about your hobbies."

She pursed her lips, probably preparing some outburst, then calmed down. "Whatever," was all she said.

I shrugged. "If he's okay with this I don't see why you aren't." She didn't respond.

I reached over and opened her towel. She was wearing a black bikini that showed off her slender, ivory-white body. Eria was an attractive woman, in a slightly creepy way. I could see her thugs around, but she wouldn't want to make a scene in public; I decided to push my luck and began tracing my fingers over her toned midriff. If it  annoyed her she didn't show it, she just raised the margarita and drank through the straw.

"The feds have got your number, you know," she finally continued. "You're getting sloppy. You should probably take care of that, or we'll take care of you.

"I know what I'm doing."

"Sure." She brushed my hand off her leg and got up, wrapping herself back up in her towel. "Let's go see the whore you brought us."

I pulled the car into a garage in back of the casino. Clifton and Eria were waiting with a crew of body guards. I popped the trunk and pulled Aesha out of her box. She stood there nervously, head down. Clifton whistled softly.

"Now if that isn't a fine piece of ass, I don't know what is. Yeah, we'll take her." His men wrestled Aesha back into her box and carried her into the building. Clifton winked as he and his secretary walked off, leaving me alone.

That was anticlimactic, I thought. No suitcase of money, no gang-rape? Such was life. I got back in my car. I still had one Indian beauty to play with.

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Devya was laying by her wall when I came back. Well, what choice did she have? She sat up when she noticed I was alone.

"You're going to kill me," she muttered. 

"I am," I said honestly. "Truth be told though, I think you're getting the better deal here. Your sister's going to be fucked so much she'll wish she was dead before long."

I pulled a tranquilizer gun out of my pocket. Devya was a tough woman with nothing to lose and a whole lot of reasons to hate me. I didn't need to deal with that. She tensed up as I aimed it at her, and then slumped over as the needle pierced her left tit. In a couple seconds she was out.

When she woke up she was tied spread-eagle on the bed, and I was eating her out. Maybe it was a gift for being such a good sport, maybe it was a final humiliation. Either way, I didn't push my cock in her until I was certain she was about to cum. I was rewarded almost instantly with the tell-tale signs - involuntary moaning, a sudden refusal to meet my eyes, quickened breath, and flushed cheeks. It wasn't long until she let loose a long, screaming orgasm. A woman cumming while getting raped is a wonderful thing, and as a reward I sprayed my jizz all over her lovely tits, still covered in tiny dots from the needles. 

I climbed up and grabbed the last tool I would need for this as she lay there, panting and sobbing. It was a simple ziptie, but it would do. She was looking away from me, and didn't realize what was happening until the tie was around her neck.

"N-*gack*" were the final sounds Devya made in this life. I stood next to her, stroking my already-hard-again cock as she bucked and arched wildly against her binds. The muscles in her long legs and toned arms clenched, her abs glistened with sweat, her tits jutted out as she lifted almost her entire body off the bed and rocked back and forth as she tried to grab at the tie to no avail.

Soon she collapsed back down, her legs kicking out aimlessly and her hands flopping uselessly at her sides as she slowly lost control of her body. She was still conscious, her agony clear in her eyes. It was so beautiful, and I soon found myself pumping another batch of my cum across her face and into her gaping mouth. I took pleasure knowing that my seed would be the last thing she felt and tasted in this world. 

Eventually, though, all good things must end. Within five minutes Devya's brown eyes glazed over and her head dropped to the side as she lost consciousness. Her body spasmed occasionally over the next few minutes in an involuntarily, last-ditch effort to hold onto life, but soon fell still completely. Devya was gone. I felt a twinge of sympathy knowing that I'd removed one of the great beauty's from the world, an educated woman who'd done nothing to deserve this - but then, that was half the fun, right?

Now the question was how to dispose of her. Normally I'd just dump her in the ocean, but Eria and my FBI contact had both given me warning about feds so that might not work, especially if either of the sisters had told someone where they were going.

I did some snooping of my hotel and the surrounding area, and sure enough there was cause for alarm. Hordes of scantily-clad babes and shirtless men roamed the streets, so one woman stood out like a sore thumb. A tough-looking dark-skinned woman with curly hair dressed way too hot for the weather in dark jeans and a leather jacket. She walked with that stilted gait that is a definite sign that she was packing heat. Yes, just dumping Devya in some bay would be pretty frisky right now, I would need a paper trail to lead her away.

Luckily I had an acquaintance I could call on for this. A helicopter pilot named Buddy Morales with extremely loose morals, he only too willingly agreed to dump her body in the middle of the Pacific for some cash. In secret I broke into his office at night and forged papers to make it look like the Mahajan sisters had chartered a ride with him, and sent out texts on Devya's phone (apparently face-scanning technology still works on jizz-covered corpses) telling her friends about her upcoming helicopter trip. Then it was just a simple matter of sabotaging Buddy's chopper so that it crashed in the middle of the ocean, tying up all my loose ends. When Devya and Buddy washed up a few weeks later, nobody suspected that it was anything more than a tragic accident. Don't do dirty work for bad people, is the lesson here. 

On the bright side, Aesha finally achieved her dream of being a model, in a way. Last I saw her she was in one of Clifton's brothels, stripping and dancing in front of an extremely private, trusted group of men and women. I rented her out, fucked all her holes until dawn, then the next day gave her to a group of guys looking for a gang bang. When they were done I took some pictures of her as she lie in her bed, exhausted and defeated. Almost every inch of her dark hair and caramel-colored skin was covered in white jizz. It oozed down her tits and thighs, out of her pussy, her ass, her mouth, the deep cleft of her naval. The only way she could be more miserable is if I told her about her twin - but no, I didn't want to risk undermining her submission. Maybe one day.

At any rate, I was actually kind of glad I'd sold her. Killing a bitch and then fucking her twin sister really was the definition of having your cake and eating it too.