The Twins:
Mistresses of Abduction
by Dr Jane Foxx
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2009 Dr Jane Foxx
Published by Strict Publishing International
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Chapter 1
Untimely Interruption
Lovely foreign exchange student, Lyda Mykhaylova and her handsome boyfriend, Brett Thomas, had met each other through mutual friends while attending college in the United States. He was the son of a hardware store owner in Ohio. Lyda was the daughter of the ambassador to a small European country, and she could just barely speak passable English when she started her university schooling. But as time went by, with Brett Thomas as her close personal tutor, she quickly mastered the basics of the new language.
Lyda liked speaking English, and she insisted, “There are so many more different ways to express myself. In my native tongue, I can only say ‘love’ with one meaning. But in English, it is possible to love pizza, love watching the rain, love going on picnics, and love another person, all with different intensities.”
Brett smiled at Lyda’s exuberance, and after a few days in her company, the young man realized they were both falling deeply in lust, never mind the love she spoke about. The couple agreed to wait on possible marriage until they both were scheduled to graduate the following year, but they did not want to wait any longer to enjoy each other’s intimate passions. Brett and Lyda were too infatuated with each other to delay expressing their most personal feelings.
Lyda Mykhaylova was 22 years old. Her driver’s license showed she was 66 inches tall, and weighted 110 pounds, but the card did not reveal Lyda possessed a very curvy, winsome figure, and a breathtaking, beautiful smile. Nor did it describe her growing desire to engage in passionate lovemaking with Brett Thomas.
The continued presence of the young woman had also brought six-foot Brett Thomas’ ardor to the forefront of his mind. Often, all he could think about was holding Lyda, being with Lyda, kissing Lyda, and the young woman felt the same way about Brett.
During their private moments, usually in Brett’s car, the infatuated young couple often indulged in heavy, romantic petting. They began by kissing, and caressing each other, sometimes to the point of virtual ecstasy. They caressed each other in attempts to find a measure of fulfilling relief from their tormenting pangs of deep lust. Yes, Lyda and Brett often fondled each other to climax.
Brett Thomas greatly enjoyed hear the sounds of Lyda’s joyous bliss, but because of his inexperience in such personal matters, he never quite had the courage to speak about getting the lovely young woman into bed. The actual words were difficult for him to say, as it sometimes is for many men. So, in the end, it was the young Polish woman who eventually made the blatant overture.
“If you want to show your true feelings for me,” Lyda whispered, “let’s stop this foolishness in the car. Take me to a quiet, little hotel for an entire weekend. I want to feel your deep love for me, again and again.”
Brett had never been so excited, and the couple made immediate plans concerning when and where the special event would take place. They chose a quiet, rustic motel ten miles away from the university campus, and off the well-traveled highways. It would be a weekend rendezvous where they could enjoy their prolonged, joyful pursuits together. It would be their pre-honeymoon – for want of a better term - and the couple openly joked about it together with robust enthusiasm.
Lyda Mykhaylova selected the following Friday for their rendezvous, as soon as afternoon classes were out. Her period would be over by then, and she knew her hormones would be raging through her lithe, young body at their wildest. Brett Thomas planned to make their reservations that very day, and the lusty couple kissed in the car after sealing their mutual agreement.
But unknown to Brett Thomas and Lyda Mykhaylova, they were being carefully watched from a distance by a mysterious pair of individuals in another car. The strangers were twin sisters working on a foreign assignment, and were known by the secret code names, ‘P & P’. The Supreme Castle Mistress, Natasha Kavak, their clandestine employer, often slyly joked that the initials P & P stood for ‘Profane and Promiscuous’, but in reality the letters stood for the twin abductor’s Slavic-derived names, Piffka and Poofka.
The twin female agents looked totally unlike hired practitioners of experienced skullduggery. Perhaps that was one of the reasons they were so successful at carrying out each of their assignments. No thinking person could possibly ever suspect the wholesome, smiling twins of planning or perpetrating any crime.
Piffka and Poofka were in their early twenties. For the past few years they had been secretly employed as clandestine abductors and they had effectively captured a variety of unsuspecting individuals, usually men. In this case, their assignment was to kidnap young Lyda Mykhaylova for sinister political purposes.
The request had come from her wealthy European benefactor, a certain Gregory Jacinoff, but his true identity was known only to Mistress Natasha Kavak. The twins knew nothing of the shadowy male figure, nor his reasons for the abduction of Lyda. Actually, the highly successful twins of abduction did not care to know any of the reasons for any of their assignments.
The actual order to kidnap Lyda Mykhaylova came from their employer, Mistress Natasha Kavak. She had specifically told the twin abductors, “If Lyda Mykhaylova’s reported paramour Brett Thomas, gets in the way, bring him along, too. I can always use another male to torture in my dungeon. The slave I currently keep in a holding cell has nearly outlived his usefulness. The ‘whining puppy’ no longer resists or complains in any manner. I’ve taken the fight completely out of him. He’s become just like all the other males I’ve ever tormented over time. They become dull, whining, and worthless!”
* * * * *
As the twin female abductors continued watching the two university students, Piffka asked her sister, “What did Mistress Natasha mean by what she said about her current slave outliving his usefulness to her?”
“She must be referring to the former Major Dupeck,” Poofka replied. “You know, the army officer we captured for her about three months ago. She’s turned him into a blob of quivering jelly with all the ingenious torturing skills she’s subjected him to.”
“Why do you suppose Natasha make him suffer so?” Piffka asked.
“You mean what reason did she have?” Poofka asked her sister. “Mistress Natasha doesn’t need a reason to torture any male. You know that! She just didn’t like the way Major Dupeck was training the forces under his command. He was talking openly about visiting her castle to investigate reported conditions there. So, before he could act, she had us kidnap him.”
“Oh, yes,” said Piffka, “I remember now. Natasha said she wanted to try convincing Major Dupek to change his attitude about the necessity for visiting her remote retreat.”
“Do you think Natasha succeeded in changing the major’s mind?” Poofka asked with a smile.
Piffka laughed in response, before saying, “Well, nobody’s seen Major Dupeck in several weeks. Natasha’s kept him completely isolated, and my guess is she’s successfully transformed him into a whining puppy. I understand the lady can be very persuasive in the dungeon setting in her castle.”
The twin abductors laughed together even as they continued to keep watch on the young lovers in their car nearby. The sisters also devotedly held hands, which was a habit they had practiced for quite some time.
While the twin abductors sat waiting, Poofka decided to tell her sister another of her innumerable amusing stories, just to help pass the time. Piffka really appreciated her sister’s humorous efforts, especially if the particular anecdote touched upon their intriguing field of work. Poofka related the following:
“In a secret government organization, there was an opening for a new assassin. Such highly classified positions are often difficult to fill and require extensive background checks before a promising secret agent would even be considered for employment. On this occasion, the candidates had been narrowed down to three people: two men and a woman.
When the day for their final test came, the agency took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun with these instructions: “We must know that you will follow your orders no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting at a table. Take this gun and shoot her.”
The first male candidate said, “You can’t be serious! I can’t shoot my own wife!”
Well,” said the agency representative, “You’re definitely NOT the right person for this position.”
The second male candidate was given the same order. He was to take the agency’s gun, enter the next room, and shoot his own wife. But he too immediately failed the test and was dismissed
The female candidate was also given a loaded gun and told to execute her husband in the next room.
“We want to see if you will follow orders unquestioningly,” she was told. “Your husband is sitting in a chair in the next room. Take this gun in there, and shoot him!”
As the door to the room closed behind her, the female candidate quickly fired every shot in the gun at her husband. Afterward, the agency administrators heard a lot of screaming, crashing, and banging in the room before all finally became quiet once more
When the administrators got to the door to find out what had happened, there stood the smiling female candidate. The woman was wiping a bit of sweat from her brow as she explained, “You guys didn’t tell me the gun was loaded with blanks! I had to beat the son of a bitch to death with the chair!”
This was the sort of ribald story the twin abductors most enjoyed sharing. They appreciated any tale that emphasized their FEMALE over male beliefs and strategies, although, as in this assignment, they were not opposed to capturing females, too. It was simply that it did not happened too often. Piffka and Poofka usually used their talents to abduct men only.
After their laughter had subsided, Poofka was about to begin another of her amusing anecdotes, but the twin agents suddenly grew quiet and paused to focus their attention on Lyda Mykhaylova. The young woman was getting out of Brett Thomas’ car. Piffka and Poofka watched intently as the two college lovers kissed, and then Lyda started down the walkway toward her dormitory.
“Look at that hot, little bitch swing those hips,” Poofka mused aloud. “I’d like to stick it to her myself!”
“Keep your mind on business, Poof,” Piffka insisted. “Let’s follow the male when he drives away. You know the young Mykhaylova girl never goes much of anywhere without him, except to classes. She’ll be here when we get back, and following the young man might give us a clue about their future plans.”
Poofka agreed with her twin, and the two of them followed Brett’s car as it headed down the highway, out of town.
After ten minutes of driving, Brett Thomas’ car pulled into the parking lot of The Blue Roof Inn. This was obviously where he and Lyda planned to spend the following weekend.
Piffka decided she would enter the lobby right behind him. The skillful agent of abduction wanted be present to overhear any information that might be helpful.
In his excited state, Brett Thomas never noticed the figure of Poofka standing close behind him. He was concentrating on making his weekend reservation at the inn to notice anything else of importance.
“You want to reserve the bridal suite for this weekend?” The old male clerk was saying. “Yes, we can hold it, but you’ll have to pay in advance.”
Brett offered his credit card, and asked to see the room. Piffka noticed the clerk gave Brett a key to room #6, which was at the very end of the single-story building. Before the clerk could address her, Piffka was back out the door striding toward the car where her sister, Poofka, sat waiting.
The twin abductors watched while Brett Thomas was gone briefly into room #6. He came back out, lost in thought, and was smiling to himself. The agents of abduction saw Brett put the motel key into his pocket. In another moment, the young man was driving on the highway driving back towards town.
Piffka and Poofka smiled knowingly at each other. They both knew the contact point for the abduction of Lyda Mykhaylova had been established. All they had to do was wait until the following evening to make their move. And it looked probable they would be taking Brett Thomas away with them too. Mistress Natasha Kavak would be sadistically pleased with that bit of incidental news. The twins both knew they could demand a substantial increase in their fee for bringing the young male along. Their abduction price for the pair would not be cheap.
* * * * *
Piffka and Poofka were in their city hotel room on Friday afternoon. It was immediately following a leisurely period of deliciously intimate sixty-nining, that Piffka and Poofka began to prepare to leave the university town for good. Their plan was to strike shortly after Brett Thomas and Lyda Mykhaylova entered their motel room.
The twin abductors would have their car waiting to take the unsuspecting couple to a private airport. There, a small jet would begin transferring the couple to a secret, far away location. After that, a short car trip, and a motor launch to Mistress Natasha’s remote castle retreat would complete the lengthy journey.
After delivery of Lyda Mykhaylova and Brett Thomas to Natasha’s Castle, the nymph abductors planned to go on an extended vacation together. They would be skiing in the Alps, or some other desirable location among the swanky resorts of Switzerland. Yes, that idea sounded super sweet and sexy to the ears of the sultry sisters. As usual, the twins were ultra-confident of their continuing success.
Brett Thomas and Lyda Mykhaylova never noticed the other car in the parking lot as they each carried a personal small bag into room #6 at the Blue Roof Inn about ten minutes to seven that Friday night. Piffka and Poofka watched closely as the couple disappeared inside and closed the motel door behind them.
It was just a few minutes later, as darkness was falling in the winter sky, when the abductors decided to make their move. Piffka and Poofka went to the door of room #6, and knocked softly.
Inside the motel room, Brett and Lyda had decided not to rush with their mutual passions. The young woman had gone into the restroom, while Brett Thomas poured two glasses of wine.
When the twins knocked at room #6, their timing could not have been more opportune. Brett Thomas was taking his turn in the bathroom, and with the toilet flushing, the young man failed to hear the knock on the outside motel room door.
Lyda Mykhaylova answered, “Yes? Who’s there?”
“The management sends flowers and a bottle of champagne for the happy couple,” Piffka announced through the door, and Lyda immediately fell for the verbal subterfuge. The college student unlocked the motel door, and when it opened, the lives of she and her young lover, Brett Thomas, were to change dramatically and very quickly.
Bashful Brett was still smiling, and fully clothed when he emerged from the bathroom. But his smile instantly faded when he saw a strange, attractive, blonde-haired woman standing in front of him.
Poofka was dressed in a shiny, black, skin-tight outfit from throat to feet, and except for the absence of a mask, Brett Thomas thought she looked remarkably like photos of the infamous Cat Woman. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly back from her face. Poofka assumed a determined, but relaxed, defensive posture. Meanwhile, Brett Thomas was shocked to see his friend, Lyda, was nowhere in the room!
“Who are you? Where’s Lyda? What is this?” The three questions came out of Brett’s mouth in quick succession, as he kept glancing around the room for answers.
“We need you to come with us, Brett Thomas,” Poofka was saying confidently. She stood about six-feet away from him, blocking the young man’s path. “It would be best if you cooperated quietly.”
“Cooperated?” Brett mouthed the word as he stepped forward toward the unknown female. “What’s happened to Lyda?”
As Brett Thomas put his arm out to push the woman aside, he suddenly felt himself being turned and twisted into a very constrained posture. His arm was held tightly behind his back, and the woman’s forearm was across his throat. She was maneuvering him backward - ever backward - completely off balance. Poofka had moved with the quickness and grace of a jungle cat.
“Listen, you fool,” the blonde-haired abductor hissed in his ear. “Don’t be difficult. We have your friend Lyda waiting safely outside in our car. You are to come with us also. Be nice, or you will suffer. I guarantee it!”
Poofka slowly eased her hold on the young man, allowing him to regain his equilibrium, but instinctively, Brett decided he was not going to cooperate. He was angry at the sudden unexpected turn of events, and he moved to lash out at his female assailant.
Brett Thomas threw a vicious punch at Poofka, hoping to immediately clear his intended path to the outside. But his closed fist only whiffed harmlessly through the air. Poofka skillfully evaded Brett’s intended blow, and instantly the young man found himself crashing to the floor. He could not believe how quickly the young woman had moved, and it shocked Brett to realize he was no match for her. Not at all!
Poofka had a knee pushing into Brett’s shoulder pinning him to the floor before he could gather his thoughts for another attempted assault. Then he felt and heard the unmistakable sounds of handcuffs being applied to his wrists behind his back. Without a further word, Poofka was tugging Brett to his feet, and ushering him out the door. He was her prisoner.
Later, Brett Thomas remembered bits and pieces of what had happened at the motel as he got outside. A black sedan was drawn up in front of room #6. The car trunk was open, and he was being partly lifted, and mostly shoved inside. A hypodermic syringe was jabbed into his arm. Afterward, the trunk lid was slammed closed, and total darkness quickly enveloped him.
Much later, as his troubling recollections swam to the surface of his conscious mind, Brett thought he remembered being put aboard a small plane. He saw the pretty face of his assailant looking at him a few times during the long flight. She was calm and smiling, as if she had not a care in the world.
Once, Brett thought he remembered there were two pretty faces peering down at him. They spoke together, but he could not make out any of their words. His mind was in a complete jumble. After that, Brett slipped into a familiar, unconsciousness void.
When he awoke once more, Brett Thomas saw a momentary view of a clear winter sky, and a bright moonlight reflection of boats in a harbor. The constant whine of a loud motor seemed to be moving him on a craft through water. Where was he being taken Brett Thomas wondered, and where was Lyda?
Brett thought he heard one of the pretty women say to the other, “There, at last is Natasha’s castle.”
“In the dark,” said her companion, “it looks like something from a horror film.” Brett heard them both laugh after that remark.
In his muddled mind, Brett tried to make sense of all that was happening, but he only fell deeper into a pool of enveloping darkness.
Chapter 2
Origins
It was a few years earlier when the young Polish twins, Piffka and Poofka Kuznyliuzmiak, were attending Heidelberg College in Bavaria. During their second full year of study, the young women decided to move off the campus, because they found their privacy at college dormitory was rather limited.
The twins chose to stay in town at a boarding house in the village operated by an older woman who was also from Eastern Europe. The mysterious owner of the Inn where Piffka and Poofka chose to stay was known locally as the mystic, Madame Zastra.
From this knowledgeable woman, the blonde-haired twins began learning the basics of their remarkable proficiency at martial arts and self-defense, as well as certain other vital lessons. Thus, Madame Zastra was to have a strong influence on the development of the two young female students as their time together progressed.
Shortly after their arrival, Madame Zastra had the two young women exercising together every morning in her mini-gym downstairs. The twins did flips, stretches, handstands, practiced different holds, and concentrated on all the fundamentals of martial arts, just their new mentor prescribed. Madame Zastra watched closely and critiqued and/or applauded the twins’ every move.
Very soon, it was clear the two young women had talents for physical prowess far beyond what is usually seen or expected. It seemed Piffka and Poofka excelled in everything they did, and Madame Zastra was highly pleased with them both.
Because of their daily, spirited contact, the bond between the twins and their female instructor began growing to devoted proportions. The lithe, young ladies listened intently to everything the older woman had to share with them.
Piffka and Poofka had been assigned a large bedroom on the second floor of Madame Zastra’s rooming house. The twins approved of their new, more comfortable surroundings, for even in their college years, Piffka and Poofka were not just merely twin sisters and best friends. In private, they were always unashamed, unabashed, passionate lovers.
During their time at Madame Zastra’s, neither of the young ladies ever suspected their mentor was able to spy on their private moments together. Zastra had previously installed tiny, undetectable television cameras at several locations throughout her boarding house. The use of the hidden viewing equipment afforded the older lady the opportunity to keep track of anyone who might be staying at her inn.
With the arrival of Piffka and Poofka, watching their ‘quiet times’ together became a grand, erotic amusement for Zastra.
She would wait until the two young women had indicated a mutual desire for another intimate liaison, then pour herself a glass of wine, and sit comfortably to watch the best show on television. It was always far better than anything the major networks had to offer.
Sometimes, Madame Zastra would get so carried away by the heated activities on the screen, she would find her fingers fondling her own precious, female meat. By sheer fantasy, Zastra would thereby join the younger women in their mutual passions. At such times, Zastra’s mind would inevitably turn to thoughts of a tardy, young man named Albert, and she would often whisper to herself, “Albert, when are you going to arrive? Your Mistress needs you.”
* * * * *
It was during their second week, at bedtime in Madame Zastra’s large residence when the twins slipped again into an impromptu session of their passionate lovemaking; first, in alternate roles as passive/active partners. Later, there would be a simultaneous, sixty-nining position that went on and on. All of it was done with distinct erotic sounds of dual sighs and other verbal encouragements.
Meanwhile, down below on her bedroom monitor, Zastra sat watching intently with repeated lusty smiles playing at her lips. She was soon in veritable ecstasy, right along with the twins.
Piffka and Poofka were celebrating, not just their continuing lust for each other, but the good fortune of having found Madame Zastra’s place to stay. The two young women were fascinated with the dominant lady, all of her instructing talents, and her intriguing endless tidbits of helpful information.
It was a long while before Piffka and Poofka realized Madame Zastra had ulterior motives for her interests in the lovely Polish-born twins. Zastra was actually training them to become the perfect guards for a Bavarian castle site, which was owned and operated by her daughter, the formidable Mistress Margo.
* * * * *
Following are a few excerpts from Poofka’s personal diary in which she writes about the twin sister’s college days at Madame Zastra’s Inn. These entries explain many details of the twins’ later activities as castle guards, as dominant females, and eventually, as capable agents of covert abduction.
September 5- My sister, Piffka and I are identical twins. We are golden-haired, brown-eyed, sweet, curvy, and totally lovable toward each other. To attend college together during our second year of study, we have decided to stay at the home of an unusual woman known as Madame Zastra.
This is our first sojourn away from the college campus. We think it is truly exciting.
Madame Zastra is in her late thirties. The lady is still extremely attractive, and a veteran practitioner of martial arts. The lady wants to teach us many things that are NOT offered in the curriculum at the university, and we are eager to learn from a woman who is so very knowledgeable and extremely helpful to us.
When we arrived at her inn, Madame Zastra greeted Piffka and me with open arms. She made us feel very welcome in her home, right from the beginning.
Piffka and I share a large bedroom on the second floor. We like this private location, especially since our thoughts of mutual lust have begun to rage so consistently. There is hardly a day goes by when Piffka and I do not engage in some sort of emotional, extremely satisfying, sexual activity. We adore being with each other.
It was one recent evening at bedtime in Madame Zastra’s large, comfortable home that Piffka gave me that special, small smile, reserved only for fun-loving twin sisters. I knew immediately what she was thinking and wanting from me.
We took a bubble bath together, powdered, perfumed, put our hair up in towel wraps, and lay close on our bed, savoring another delicious moment together. It certainly beats watching television, which was never one of our favorite pastimes. Rather than dwell on the romantic escapades of others on the screen, Piffka and I prefer to create our own personal style of love -making. More later!
September 7 - My sister and I have developed into luscious nymphs, always eager and hungry for each other’s closeness and sharing our private passions. We simply adore kissing and sucking on each other, and we revel in having such a marvelously satisfying arrangement. Neither of us has ever had a desire to be with a lusting male, though the opportunity sometimes seems close. Piffka never talks about that issue. I feel she is a true lesbian, and not interested in the male sex at all. As for myself, I suppose only time will tell.
Piffka and I kiss and hug quite often at Madame Zastra’s Inn, where we feel we have complete freedom to do as we choose. There is the preliminary nuzzling as we lay in each other’s arms. The caresses gradually grow more heated, and we smother each other’s mouth, allowing our tongues to play wildly together. We lick and suck each other’s tongue with all the resulting smacking sounds we enjoy creating together.
I often touch Piffka’s swelling breasts with my fingers or my sucking mouth. Later, Piffka does the same for me. It is joyous and exciting for us. I sometimes feel I never want to let my sister go. Desire drives us onward in our intimate explorations.
My fingers seek to touch the lips of Piffka’s delightfully warm pussy. She calls it her ‘patootie’, which makes me laugh every time. She sighs rapturously. I am thrilled to have caused her growing sexual excitement, and I move myself lower to kiss her entire pubic area. Piffka is joyous, resting one of her guiding hands gently on my head as I continue caressing her. She sighs whenever I kiss all around her curly-haired mound. I notice Piffka’s patootie looks exactly like mine. Why shouldn’t it? We are exactly alike in so many ways.
I ease an inquiring finger in between Piffka’s cunt lips, and find her warm, juicy recess. The amorous sounds and smell of Piffka reminds me... of ME. Sometimes, I feel as if I was making love to myself, except that Piffka always hugs back so lovingly! I adore her!
I continue kissing at Piffka’s inner cunt lips, and start moving my finger slowly back and forth to stimulate her. Piffka sighs and humps at my gentle motion. At critical moments, she signals me to lie parallel with her, but to keep my finger in place. The look on her face is rapturous. We kiss deeply with tongues entwining. Piffka’s fingers find my own pussy, and we begin to stroke each other simultaneously. Oooo, it is so wonderful to be together in this manner.
My twin sister/lover often orgasms first, and gives joyous little squeals of pure delight. We kiss in the romantic light from a nearby table lamp.
My own enchanting orgasm soon erupts within me. The magic sensations seem to go on and on. We ride it all to dizzying conclusions.
As Piffka’s wiggly fingers ooze out of my intimate wetness, I give a little startled cry. Piffka and I hold each other very close until we drift happily off to sleep.
* * * * *
The twins sometimes wondered about other multiple-birth, young ladies, and if they EVER explored each other emotionally as Piffka and Poofka were doing on a regular basis. They suspected other sisters often did, and they even attempted speaking about it with Elaine and Ellen, another set of female twins that Piffka and Poofka knew at college.
At first Elaine and Ellen were embarrassed by such personal questions, but as they all got to know each other better, the other twin couple privately confessed. Elaine and Ellen admitted that they often had simmering, oral sex with each other. Piffka and Poofka suspected that most twins and triplets do, more than anyone would ever imagine.
The twins often wondered if anyone could ever guess they were regularly caressing and tonguing each other into a continuing series of orgasmic dithers. They hoped it did not show somehow, but reasoned, “Lovely, young ladies DO need their private moments together, don’t they?” They also assured themselves, “Everyone we look at each day is getting ‘theirs’ in some manner. Why shouldn’t we?”
* * * * *
It was the second week, after Piffka and Poofka had moved in, Madame Zastra had a visitor who came knocking at her front door one evening. From their bedroom vantage point, the twins could not quite make out the words being spoken downstairs, but they soon realized it was a MALE speaking, and then Madame Zastra’s voice was calling to them from below.
“Ladies!” Zastra said, in with her heavy Slavic accent, “Come down and meet Albert!”
As Piffka and Pookfa slowly descended the staircase, their eyes feasted upon the male visitor from London, England. He was a tall, rather handsome, young man, three years older than the twins, with dark, sparkling eyes and an attractive smile. The Polish beauties each gave Albert a polite nod. They noticed he smelled of Old Spice aftershave lotion, and that he also had a large suitcase with him.
“Albert’s going to be staying with us for two semesters this year, Ladies,” Madame Zastra announced with a huge smile. “He’ll be attending college too, just like last year. Won’t that be nice?”
It was difficult for Albert to keep his eyes away from viewing Piffka and Poofka. However, the twins appeared to be rather indifferent toward his masculine good looks, and deep inside, a certain part of Poofka wanted to slap his leering face. She never thought of herself as being a ‘complete’ lesbian, even though she adored having Piffka to munch on, but judging from her instant feelings toward Albert, perhaps she really was a genuine lesbian, after all.
Poofka realized she had no amorous interest in Albert right from that first moment, and the secret desire to slap his smiling face persisted. The lovely twin also thought she could easily have tossed his handsome male ass to the floor with little difficulty. This is the way both of the twins had started sizing up males of all kinds on the street.
Piffka noticed Poofka’s thoughtful preoccupation, and slyly pinched at her sister, as Madame Zastra began speaking of other things.
“Ladies,” she announced, “You both might as well know immediately, Albert has been my personal slave while he’s staying here at the inn. I’ve teaching him how to correctly perform for members of the female sex. There are other males who come to see me on occasion, but Albert needs concentrated slave training from me, so, in that regard, both of you could be of assistance from time to time while you’re here.”
“Slave training?” Piffka mused out loud. Neither of the twins had ever heard of such a thing.
“Yes, Ladies,” Madame Zastra smiled a bit impatiently. “Albert is a genuine male submissive, and he’s learning to be a proper slave. He enjoys doing menial tasks: cleaning the kitchen and the bathrooms, vacuuming, making the beds, etc. I reward him privately with proper punishments, and his other - shall we say - ‘intimate’ duties and responsibilities.”
Piffka and Poofka were both wide-eyed at Zastra’s candid statements, but they were also intrigued. What was the landlady saying about Albert being a proper slave?
As if she understood the unspoken question, Madame Zastra turned her attention to Albert. Her voice took on a crisp edge as she ordered, “Down on your knees, Albert. Quickly! I want you to demonstrate your natural male subservience for the lovely, young ladies.”
Piffka and Poofka were astonished to see Albert immediately assume a groveling position at their feet. The Polish twins thought the young man looked extremely comical down there, and Poofka still felt very deeply that she wanted to slap his face.
“Kiss your mistress’ toes, Slave,” Madame Zastra ordered as she lifted her foot out of her house slipper in his direction.
“Yes, Mistress,” Albert replied, and he immediately began smooching at Madame Zastra’s naked foot.
The landlady snickered softly as the young man paid oral tribute to each of her feet. “Yes, yes, good slave,” she told him.
Piffka and Poofka were fascinated at the remarkable sight. Albert was acting similar to a lowly puppy toward his mistress.
“Very nice, Slave,” Madame Zastra clucked with a wicked smile. “I see you remembered what you were taught last year. Now, if they’re willing, you may also kiss the toes of Piffka and Poofka. Show the young ladies what a good, little slave you are. Haha! I know you want to do it for them, don’t you?”
The twins noticed Madame Zastra seemed to be euphoric as Albert kissed at her feet. She squeezed spasmodically at her large breasts as if the young male’s demonstration of unquestioning compliance was bringing her a great deal of inner pleasure.
Poofka also observed her sister, Piffka, leered as Albert’s mouth found her toes. She glanced at her twin, and Piffka’s facial expression reflected total approval of his subservience. Meanwhile, tucked away beneath her bathrobe, Poofka’s pussy secretly purred at the unusual sight.
A first-time delicious shiver of pure feminine superiority raced through Poofka’s being. She approved of the sensations Albert’s efforts brought. No, she actually LOVED the feeling he brought her, but Poofka still had the nearly uncontrollable desire to slap his handsome face. It lingered! Such an action would have made the young woman’s inner feelings even more pleasurable acute.
“Take off your clothes, Slave,” Madame Zastra suddenly ordered. “Show the young ladies what a pathetic male creature you really are. Quickly! Quickly! Don’t keep the ladies waiting.”
Three female spectators watched closely as the young man did his very best to conform to Madame Zastra’s crisp orders. He rolled on the floor before them, unlacing, unbuttoning, unzipping, and finally removing all of his garments.
The attention of Piffka, Poofka, and Madame Zastra immediately went to Albert’s hairy crotch, of course. There, dangling before them in a dark nest of curly hair was his wrinkled, semi-erect male member, and the sensitive testicles dangling beneath. Piffka and Poofka had never seen such a sight, except in occasional photos, and they were greatly intrigued.
Both twins stifled nervous, first-time smiles at Albert’s obvious embarrassment over his nakedness. He looked rather vulnerable and decidedly comical to the twins.
Piffka and Poofka were increasingly fascinated to view all the naked male flesh that had previously been much of a mystery to them. Poofka’s first thoughts concerned the pinching and squeezing that could be forced upon Albert later. These ideas were all new to Poofka, but she was further captivated by the thoughts.
As if in response to Poofka’s inner feelings, Madame Zastra gripped Albert roughly by the hair as he knelt before her, and she slapped his face. The young man must have known the blow was coming, because he seemed prepared for such an eventuality. In response, he never moved, nor uttered a sound.
Madame Zastra smiled, saying, “Good, Slave! I see you remember your correct place from the last time you were with me.”
Zastra’s fingers pinched a large wrinkle in Albert’s face as the lady bent to whisper a secret message near his ear. Albert briefly whispered back, and Madame Zastra shared the following message with the twins:
“Ladies, I think my slave and I need some private time together now. He wants to show his Mistress how much he’s missed her during the summer months. Can’t you see how his male tongue is almost hanging out for a taste of me? Tomorrow, we’ll all have some sport with Albert. The young man loves to be tortured by pretty ladies. Don’t you, Slave?”
Albert nodded an embarrassed affirmative, as Piffka and Poofka reluctantly turned to leave. Madame Zastra added, “Ladies, if you want to view a few videos of my slave and I in a bit of FEMDOM frolic from last semester, there are some on the shelf behind you. You can watch by using the VCR in your bedroom. Enjoy.”
Piffka and Poofka each kissed Madame Zastra on the cheek, and left her with Albert still naked and on his knees before her. She was fastening a slave’s collar around his neck as the lovely twins began to climb the stairs that led up toward their room.
Chapter 3
Albert
Once in the privacy of their bedroom, Piffka and Poofka had a personal discussion about Albert. Poofka wanted to know if her twin’s feelings were similar concerning the overt domination they had seen demonstrated in front of Madame Zastra and themselves.
“How did it make you feel?” Poofka asked with a smile.
“You mean when he kissed our toes, and Madame Zastra had him take off all his clothes?” Piffka answered, with a reflective grin. “I thought it was absolutely scrumptious. I loved being there to see it!”
“So did I!” Poofka exclaimed.
The young ladies spontaneously kissed in their glowing exuberance. Poofka realized how fortunate she was to have Piffka lying at her side every evening; always there to sample their mutual lusts. Most other young women would probably have been masturbating to stay calm, but Poofka had her wonderful Piffka, and vice versa.
A moment later Piffka asked her twin a startling question: “Did you think about having sex with Albert when you were deep in thought downstairs?”
“What?” Poofka answered. “Never! I felt I wanted to slap his silly face.”
“Really?” Piffka revealed. “So did I! I don’t like males to stare at either of us, - as if they’re trying to imagine what we look like with no clothes on.”
“Isn’t that strange?” Poofka answered. “I feel the same way about leering males. They make me irritable, and I thought it was great fun when Zastra had Albert undress in front of us.”
Piffka gave Poofka a knowing smirk, and then said something equally unexpected, “If Madame Zastra gives you a chance to ‘try him out’, I want you to know, it’s okay with me. I just want you to be happy!”
“What do you mean, ‘try him out’?” Piffka asked. “Surely you don’t mean I’d ever want to have sex with a young man like Albert. That would NEVER happen. My heart belongs to only you, and no other.”
“No, you silly goose,” Poofka replied with some small irritation, “I meant using him as a slave, just as Madame Zastra indicated.”
“Oooo, that might be fun,” Piffka replied. “Let’s watch one of these videos Zastra gave us.”
Lying close together on their bed, the twins began to review the videos as Madame Zastra had suggested. After that, they could hardly get female domination out of their minds.
As they lay there, Piffka and Poofka suddenly heard Albert come up the stairs a few minutes later carrying his suitcase. The twins listened to him getting settled in his bedroom. He took a shower, and the young women tried to visualize Albert bathing himself.
A short while later the twins heard Albert going back downstairs as he passed their bedroom door. They thought nothing of it at the time.
A moment later, Piffka and Poofka began getting ready for bed, and they immediately shared one of those special, full-lipped kisses with plenty of active tonguing. Poofka’s incidental thoughts of naked Albert quickly faded as Piffka embraced her, and those nimble fingers found her eager ‘patootie’, almost as if she was using radar.
Soon Piffka’s hot mouth was down there, driving Poofka to total distraction. And then, as Piffka continued her oral caress, Poofka could not have cared less about anything Zastra’s slave, Albert, was doing downstairs.
* * * * *
A while later, mutually satisfied, the delectable twins decided to go down to give Madame Zastra their traditional, goodnight kiss. But when they stepped out into the darkened hallway to descend the staircase, Piffka and Poofka froze in place at the mesmerizing sight before them.
There, through the banister railings, in front of the flickering fireplace, they could see a half-reclining Madame Zastra on the living room couch. Albert was kneeling on the floor before her.
The dominant woman had her skirts raised, and Albert was kissing at her naked, alabaster thighs! It was truly a stunning sight to for the twins to behold!
Piffka and Poofka made no sound to disturb the couple, but they stood silently in the dark to watch and study the entire performance as it was unfolding. Simultaneously, Poofka was shocked and intrigued. Piffka, too, was utterly fascinated.
Such intimate passions are almost always conducted in private, as the twins’ own dalliances always were. This opportunity for Piffka and Poofka was totally unique, and they froze instinctively in position in the dark at the top of the stairs.
The twins listened to the unmistakable sounds of Albert’s heated, eager kissing on selected portions of Madame Zastra’s receptive body. They also heard the fervent landlady smilingly admonish the young man, “Slowly, Dear Boy, slowly.”
There were no other sounds in that huge house to be heard, until Madame Zastra hissed in a husky, demanding voice. “Remember what I’ve taught you. We’re not in a race, you know, Slave! Start again at my ankles, work your way up my legs, and don’t slobber this time! Yes! Yes! That’s much better! That’s my dear little ‘crotch cannibal’. You’re so adorably cute as my personal slave! Always kiss at me first. You’re such a dear boy! Yes, yes! Kiss it, before you ever think of smothering my hot pussy to begin your gentle sucking!”
Piffka and Poofka both sunk to their knees in the soft carpeting of the second floor hallway to further study the enthralling scene going on before them. The twins previously had only read or fantasized about such happenings.
Shortly, Madame Zastra changed her position slightly indicating she was ready to move on from the preliminaries. She pushed herself deeper into the couch cushions to lift her naked thighs up and apart, one on each side of Albert’s head. This movement, of course, afforded Albert perfect access to his waiting objective.
At this point, a small part of Poofka felt the twins should give Madame Zastra and her slave, Albert, some privacy. Poofka took Piffka quietly by the hand to lead her hesitatingly away from the scene.
Piffka did not come easily. She wanted to watch the entire proceedings move on to conclusion. Her eyes flashed at Poofka for interrupting her viewing, but together they tiptoed back into their bedroom and softly closed the door.
“I wanted to see it all, Poof,” Piffka hissed, a little angry with her twin. “We might have learned something.”
“What could you possibly have learned that you don’t already know?” Poofka whispered.
“I’m going back to find out!” Piffka insisted.
“Would you want someone watching us at a moment like that?” A wide-eyed Poofka asked.
“It would depend on who it was,” Piffka shot back, and she re-opened the bedroom door to step quietly out into the darkened hallway.
Poofka knew there was no use arguing further with her twin over the matter. Piffka’s mind was always ‘set in concrete’.
With her twin gone from the room, Poofka also decided to renew the intense voyeurism they had begun. Such opportunities do not come often, she reasoned, and the developing scene WAS exciting to watch! There was no doubt about that!
When the two young women returned to their vantage point in the shadows at the top of the stairs, Albert had slightly altered his subservient position, but he was still thoroughly engrossed in Madame Zastra’s growing intimate needs and her obvious desires. The soft sounds of his kissing and sucking, and the appreciative sighs from Madame Zastra floated unmistakably in the air. It made Poofka immediately wonder if she and Piffka made the same types of sounds as they practiced calming and satisfying their own lusts. Such incidental noises, she knew, are often overlooked by sexual participants whose attention was always focused on more immediate urgencies.
At the end of the sexual frolic from below, Piffka and Poofka got to witness an intensely energetic orgasm from Madame Zastra. The twins were certain they could have heard the spirited conclusion even in their bedroom with the door closed. How passionately noisy the older woman was!
Zastra’s surging emotional release came from deep within, and was accompanied by a strong squealing vocal accompaniment. The young ladies both saw one of Zastra’s feet pushing for more leverage against the edge of the heavy coffee table near her. There was also a vigorous undulating motion to her lower body as Albert continued offering his mouth for her to hump against. Madame Zastra was breathless and shuddering ecstatically for many moments afterward.
At this point, Poofka still wanted to go back to the twins’ bedroom, but Piffka again was having none of her silent suggestion. She still wanted to linger to see more.
Actually, watching Madame Zastra engaged in her passionate escapades had filled Poofka with the desire to have her sister Piffka, again, in a similar way. She realized Piffka must have felt the same stirrings, because her twin’s hand curled warmly into Poofka’s. She knew what that meant.
Piffka kissed Poofka softly upon the cheek, and tugged gently at her arm. She had evidently seen enough from the couple below.
But in another moment, Madame Zastra rose to her feet, and was gathering her apron and panties from a nearby chair. The twins grew silent and froze in place in the shadows on the second floor.
Zastra smiled contentedly as Albert slowly rose to his feet. Then, as she patted his face momentarily, the twins heard Madame Zastra saying, “That was lovely, Albert! You’ve really remembered well from last year!” He kissed at her fingertips in response.
“Now,” Madame Zastra said as she folded her apron over her arm, “let’s go to my bedroom, have a little wine, and we’ll do it all over again. I want to be on top, straddling your handsome face next time.”
Poofka thought she saw Madame Zastra glance momentarily up at the twins’ position in the shadows on the second floor. Did the lady of the house know that Piffka and Poofka had been there watching all that time?
A small smile played at Madame Zastra’s mouth as Albert eagerly followed her out of sight. The twins heard her Zastra’s bedroom door close with sudden finality, and the vicarious, fleeting scene was abruptly over.
Piffka and Poofka both wished they could have seen through the floor into Madame Zastra’s bedroom. Such was the twins’ fascination at the illuminating spectacle they had just witnessed.
Several minutes later, as they lay quietly in the dark of their own bedroom, Piffka and Poofka heard the determined, throaty voice of Madame Zastra apparently directing the further efforts of her obedient slave. At such excited times, the older woman lapsed into frequent, animated phrases that were difficult to understand through the floor, but the meaning was very clear.
These indistinguishable words were soon followed by the sounds of Madame Zastra’s bedsprings softly squeaking in a regular, steady rhythm. Their passionate landlady was obviously humping her way to more of her own orgasmic delights, by using Albert as her complete sexual foil.
Piffka laughed softly as she lay in Poofka’s arms, and said, “It sounds like a symphony of oral sex down there.”
Poofka added, “YES! It’s called: “Ode to an Energetic Pussy, in F# Major, played by an Obliging Male Mouth”
* * * * *
Early the next morning, after Albert had conveniently left for college registration, Madame Zastra came close and kissed each of the twins as they sat at the kitchen dinette having breakfast.
“Darlings”, she began, “let’s be open and honest with each other, shall we?”
“Yes?” Piffka asked. Poofka sipped her coffee listening intently, and wondering what was to come.
“Did you both enjoy seeing the intimate show my slave, Albert, and I put on last night?”
When the young ladies delayed answering, Madame Zastra continued, “I know you were both watching and listening, Ladies. I arranged it that way so you both would know, and we could all have a common understanding about FEMDOM activities while you’re here!”
“What do you mean, Madame Zastra?” Piffka asked innocently.
“My, how virgin-like and naive you both pretend to be,” their mentor smiled. “My compliments! Yet, I know all about your passionate lovemaking with each other, Ladies, and I think it’s wonderful you’re not inhibited, as so many other young women often are.”
Madame Zastra paused as she gazed and smiled at Piffka and Poofka’s wide-eyed faces. “I’ve been using Albert as my sex slave for over three semesters. He’s been a wonderful student in class, and in my home, too! Ha ha!”
Piffka and Poofka were silently engrossed at Madame Zastra’s candor, so she continued, “I have the same needs and desires you two do, perhaps even more so. Such sexual desires and longings are not exclusively yours, you know!”
“How often does Albert...?” Piffka tried to ask.
“How often does he tickle my fancy? Suck for me? Is that what you’re trying to say? The answer is - he does it whenever I wish, Darlings. We meet intimately three or four times a week, depending on my mood. He adores me, and I take complete advantage of the circumstances.”
Madame Zastra showed her lovely smile to the twins, and reached for their hands across the table. Piffka found her initial nervousness oozing away. Piffka looked at Poofka and smiled, too. Madame Zastra rose to give them each another kiss on the cheek. The twins suddenly felt totally relaxed with the older lady’s charm and easy manner.
“Now, Darlings, tell me, did you enjoy the show last night?”
“It was very exciting,” Poofka admitted.
“It was much more than that!” Madame Zastra insisted. “Albert has become a marvelous oral lover for me... and...”
“And, what?” Poofka asked.
“I’m surprised neither of you has asked what I do for him,” Madame Zastra confessed.
“We didn’t think it was any of our business,” the twins agreed.
“I won’t have any secrets from you, Darlings,” Zastra announced, “and it IS your business to know how we females can get males to perform. I do NOTHING for my slave, except use and abuse him for my own pleasure. That’s what true submissives want from us.
“Nothing?” Poofka asked.
“Albert sometimes masturbates after I’m through with him, and I tease him about his silly-looking efforts. That’s all the sex he gets around here.” Zastra smiled.
“That’s all?” The twins asked simultaneously.
“That’s how female domination of males works, Darlings,” Madame Zastra smiled. “They do anything for a lady, just for the promise of her company.”
“Yours was much more than a promise,” Piffka insisted.
“Well, Darlings,” Madame Zastra replied, “that’s how I choose to regularly ‘get my cookies’. To me, nothing’s better than forcing or having a male’s oral assistance in getting myself off.”
“Albert didn’t look like he was exactly being forced to perform,” Piffka commented.
“It took a while to get him to that point, Ladies,” their landlady shared. “He was a slow learner, but once I helped reveal his submissive side to him, he was hooked. Now the poor boy can’t seem to get enough of me. Haha! You see how wonderfully it all works?”
“How did you originally get him to cooperate?” Piffka asked.
“It’s important to understand the male psyche, Ladies,” Madame Zastra confided. “They all admire the female form, and most will do anything to view it, touch it, caress it, and be close to it. All a woman has to do is use her wiles to control male behavior, and she can get any of them to do whatever she wants. Starting tomorrow, in addition to your exercising and training in the gym, I’ll give you some pointers on how I handle Albert.”
“I don’t think I’d want a male putting his mouth on either of us,” Piffka insisted. Poofka agreed.
“That’s fine, Ladies,” Madame Zastra replied, “but you must let males think there is always that possibility. Don’t destroy their illusions. That’s what keeps their cocks hard, and their little minds from thinking clearly. If you control their thoughts, you control their behavior. For over two years, I’ve been letting Albert believe I would let him fuck me someday, and he dreams about it constantly. Isn’t that hilarious? On occasion, if he gets too demanding, I threaten to deny him oral access entirely, or I may treat him to a healthy whipping. That always brings him back into line. Haha! The poor boy can’t live without the juicy taste of me.”
Madame Zastra squeezed suggestively at her voluptuous breasts, then left Piffka and Poofka sitting in the kitchen as she went back toward her bedroom. The young ladies stared silently after her, and then at each other.
“How do you suppose Madame Zastra knows about our lovemaking?” Piffka asked Poofka.
“I think she must be aware of everything going on around here. Therefore, if she can really watch us when we make love, let’s be sure to always put on an enticing show for her,” Poofka replied lustily. “Now, let’s go do our morning exercises, and we’ll talk about this again later.”
It was not often Poofka had much to say to Piffka of vital importance, but when she did speak, her twin listened carefully. On this occasion, Piffka thought her sister was absolutely correct.
That evening, Madame Zastra allowed the twins to join her as she disciplined Albert in the same mini-gymnasium where Piffka and Poofka exercised daily. Since there were no other guests at the boarding house, the four of them had complete privacy, and there was no concern about extraneous noises or untimely interruptions.
Piffka and Poofka watched intently as Madame Zastra explained every step of the disciplinary procedures she would conduct with her young male slave. She spoke to the twins as if Albert was not even present.
“As you can see, Ladies, this small gym also doubles as my private play room/torture chamber,” their landlady explained with a lingering smile. “I know you’ve seen the few pieces of stationary equipment I had installed here some time ago. For instance: under the tarp in the corner is a genuine torture rack, although I haven’t had to use it in some time. I’m thinking of shipping it to my daughter, Margo. She’s a lifestyle dominant mistress who lives in a castle on the edge of Bavaria. I hope you get to meet her sometime.”
Zastra lecturing continued, “I also have a wonderfully adaptable delivery table down here. It’s actually a cart on wheels, so I can move it around, anywhere I choose, even when my male victim is perched aboard it. There’s also an interrogation chair in the corner that’s seen a lot of use over the years. I’ve had dozens of males uncomfortably restrained in that inhospitable device. That chair could tell many tales, if it could talk. Then, of course, behind the heavy drapes, there’s a display on the wall with various hanging whips, crops, and other troubling devices. But Albert, my current slave, has become so nicely obedient most of the time, I haven’t had to resort to any of the heavy-handed tormenting equipment with him. Of course, there’s always that possibility, and he knows it. It’s important to always make the male realize he could be suffering a great deal more at any time. I think it’s important to preserve the taunting vision of copious, unknown punishments in the male mind. It helps to keep them in line.”