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Playthings
(Author Unknown)

Mary struggled back to consciousness. 

    She felt cold and sick.  Where was she?  Oh yes? Foxglove Manor? with that nice Grace Cadbury? And that strange couple who had been saying frightening things? Had she fainted?  She had never done that before? just after she had drunk that lemonade?  Had she been ill?  Something was very wrong.  Why did it feel as if there was something sticking up her bottom?

    Mary struggled and squirmed and tried to move.  She was standing upright but not properly.  There was pressure about her head and neck, and she could not move her arms and her body felt strange? exposed? because she hadn't got any clothes on!

    She willed her gummy eyes open and managed to focus them.

    The first thing she saw was Grace's naked body as she hung twisting and squirming feebly from a ceiling beam in front of her.  She dangled from a chain attached to a ring which was fitted to the apex of a heavy kind of leather horse bridle bound about her head encasing it in a web of straps that went under her chin and across the cheeks and over her crown: the same kind of bridle that was holding Mary up.  Grace's arms were bound behind her back somehow and Mary felt a strap pulled tight about her own wrists.  Grace's legs were spread, held wide by a wooden rod with leather straps on the end which were buckled about her ankles.  The middle of the rod was hooked the base of what might have been a sawn-off broom handle which rose straight up between her legs and into her buttocks.  Mary clenched her own buttocks and felt a rubber flange pressing against the ring of her anus and a rubber shaft with a bulbous tip lodged in her rectum.  Grace had a heavy red leather collar padlocked about her neck.  So did she?

    Full blown horror took hold of Mary now and she moaned and squirmed and bit on what she discovered was a rubber ball filling her mouth, held in place by the straps of the bridle.  Grace's mouth bulged with the same kind of gag.

    She realized that their clothes lay in two neat piles on the sofa while Rufus and Ida Harrington while walking around them looking them up and down with evident approval.  They had stripped them while they had been sleeping!  Sleeping?  What had been in that lemonade??

    'Yes, very nice,' Rufus said, tweaking Grace's nipples.

    'Particularly fine I think,' Ida said, patting Mary's bare bottom.

    Mary and Grace's eyes met in mutual horror, and they squirmed and struggled frantically but they were totally helpless as they were probed and scrutinised in intimate detail.

    Mary measured 35-24-35 and her shoulder length honey blond hair was tied up in bun.  She had a creamy complexion, and her dark blue eyes were normally bright and alert.  She had a firm nose, a wide smile, and a brisk but friendly manner.  Her up-tilted and neatly rounded breasts were fresh and perky with scooped upper slopes and expressive nipples, which even now although she could hardly believe it were shamefully responding to Ida's handling.  Her hips were slim, and she had a smooth round bottom and thin honey blonde pubic curls that barely covered a deep vulval cleft with a pouting inner tongue.

    Grace had a slightly fuller figure: 37-23-36, and her collar length dark brunette hair was pinned back by a hair clasp.  She had a pretty, intelligent, cool assured face with a firm jaw line and a neat but strong nose, slightly snubbed.   She had an even tan complexion a little darker than Mary's.  Her eyes were a clear grey brown set under straight brows.  She had full rounded breasts with large pale nipples and a nipped in waist and that emphasised the swell of her hips.  She had a delta of thick wiry dark pubic hair, which as Rufus's probing revealed, covered a deep slippery cleft.  Her buttocks were firm, and she had sturdy but shapely legs.    

    All this the Harrington's took in, while Grace and Mary struggled and moaned and glared at them in anger and fear.

    'We promised the boys a pair of nice clean women to play with,' Rufus said. 'That'll keep them occupied for a week while we're on holiday.'

    Mary and Grace whimpered and shook their heads in horror.

    'We simply want them to be happy,' Ida said as if that was sufficient explanation.  'And you'll get paid your usual fee plus a bonus for this? extra service.  Really, that isn't so much to ask, is it?'

    They're both mad, Mary thought.

    'Now they seem to have recovered let's take them through to the boys,' Rufus said.  

    They undid the spring hooks on the ends of the ceiling chains from the rings in the tops of their bridles, leaving Mary and Grace swaying awkwardly on their splayed legs as if balanced on the rubber phalluses plugged into their rectums.  Then the Harrington's unhooked the lower ends of the broomsticks from the bars spreading their feet and lifted them upwards.  Helplessly Mary and Grace pivoted forward as the phalluses twisted in their rectums, making them bend at their hips.  Still feeling weak and unsteady they were quite incapable of resistance.

    Ida and Rufus pushed on the sticks, as if they were steering handles, and the girls shuffled forward helplessly, moving in awkward swinging and swaying, ungainly steps about their spread ankles.  The Harrington's guided them out into the hall and then across to a heavy oak studded door set in a recess.  In a large key plate and heavy black iron bolts and a little barred window covered by sliding panel set in it

    Rufus unlocked the door and threw back its bolts and swung it open, revealing a short stone flagged corridor with a similar door at the other end.

    They guided the girls inside the corridor and then, keeping them bent over, pushed the ends of their impaling broomsticks into a pair of sockets set in the wall which held them in their doubled over postures.  Then they retreated back out of the corridor and closed and bolted the door once more.  Mary twisted her head round to see them peering in through the small, barred hatch set in the door.  

    'The boys will be with you shortly,' Rufus said.  Then a metal rod set in the angle of the wall and ceiling and running the length of the corridor through a series of supporting rings squeaked slightly as it shifted.  Bolts securing the door at the other end pulled back.  

    They were afraid of them! Mary thought in horror.  They kept locked up in another part of the house!

    A moment later the door swung open.

    Two identical young men strode through it.  Both were dark haired, sharp featured, bright-eyed and lean, wearing black T-shirts and black jeans with bare feet.  Bamboo canes hung from their belts.  They had home-made glitter batches pinned to their shirts, one forming a "C" and the other a "P".  Castor and Pollux, of course, named after twins in Greek myth.

    They grinned down at Mary and Grace, naked and doubled over and squirming helplessly.  They pulled their heads up by the rings in their bridles to look them in their eyes and then they patted them over, squeezing their dangling breasts and slapping their bare buttocks.

    'Nice pieces of girl flesh, Pol,' said the one with the C on his shirt.

    'Very nice indeed, Caz,' said the one with the P.

    'Fun to be had?' Castor wondered.

    'Plenty of fun, I'd say,' Pollux said.

    They turned and waved to the faces of Rufus and Ida peering in through the hatchway.  'Thank you,' they called out cheerily. 'These look lovely.  Have a nice holiday?'

    'We will,' Ida replied.  'We'll be back on Saturday?'

    'You enjoy yourselves, boys,' Rufus said, sliding the cover of the hatch shut.

    Mary felt sick, hardly able to believe what she had seen and heard.  They had actually handed them over to these perverted twins!  Just like that!

    The twins pulled the ends of the broomsticks out of the wall sockets and steered Mary and Grace through the door at their end of the hallway into another large sitting room.

    It was lined with floor to ceiling shelves all laden with books and magazines.  There was a large and expensive looking television in one corner with a pair of worn armchairs facing it.  A couple of doors led off it and its single French window faced out onto the rear garden.

    'Welcome to the junior half of the happy home,' Pollux said ironically, as they pushed the girls around as if they were vacuum cleaners.  'As Rufus and Ida will no doubt already have told you, we are Castor and Pollux, precocious but sinister twins?'

    'Just so you know which is which as you can see, we have put on badges especially for you?' Castor added.

    'Although of course we may have got them mixed up,' Pollux pointed out.

    'Basically, I wouldn't trust anything we say,' Castor said.

    'But we do like playing with pretty young women,' Pollux said.

    'Oh yes that bit's true,' Castor agreed.  'And we are going to have such a lot of fun playing with you two for the next week?'

    'Humiliation, spanking, caning, screwing, bondage, sodomy, oral?' Pollux reeled off a terrible list.

    Grace and Mary were whimpering and snuffling and shaking their heads, weak with fear and pleading with their eyes for mercy.

    The boys looked at their horrified expressions and then suddenly laughed out loud.

    'Oh, you really will believe anything!' Castor exclaimed.

    'Do you really think we are some kind of monsters?' Pollux said indignantly.

    For a moment Mary felt dizzy.  Was all this some kind of terrible bad joke?

    The boys were now pulling on the broom handles plugged into their rears.  

    'Just push them out? that's the way,' they said helpfully.  

    Mary felt a strange sensation as she expelled the bulbous headed phallus from her bottom with a pop, leaving her anal ring feeling strange distended.  Grace groaned as she pushed her rubber phallus out of her rectum. The boys unbuckled the straps from their ankles and removed the spreader bars so that they could stand up normally.  

    Castor put his arm comfortingly around Grace while Pollux took hold of Mary by the shoulders, looking reassuringly into her eyes.  Despite her shameful exposure Mary felt a ridiculous surge of relief. Grace was giggling foolishly under Castor's gaze, as if drunk with relief and ashamed to have reacted as she had.  Mary began to believe that it had all been some horrible misunderstanding?  

    'Let's show you what we really want you to do?' he with a bright warm smile.

    'Just through here,' Castor said gently.  

    In a daze they allowed themselves to be guided through one of the other doors leading off from the room.  They were still naked and bridled and collared and gagged and their wrists were bound behind them, but somehow any moment that was going to change and everything would make sense? beyond the green door.