Cruise (21 page)

“I presume you got the message and that we won’t need any further demonstrations, right?”

Oh God, right, right, right, you son-of-a-bitch. Anything you want, but don’t shut off my air,
Lynda thought as she tried again to get a more comfortable position for her stocks-enclosed ankles and her feet in the too high heels.

Both bound figures were still bobbing about on their locked feet, their bra-enclosed breasts bouncing madly up and down and their asses jiggling around, shaking in fright.

“Am I right?” Randall shouted loud enough so they heard through the hoods. Both girls hummed as loud as they could. “I assume that means yes,” Randall added.

The twins finally settled down and Randall, who had been watching them in rapt fascination for more than five minutes, went on with the program that he and his associates planned a few days before. He narrated while he worked.

“So now your noisy little heads have been secured and it is time for some other body parts to get into the act.” Randall used a pair of scissors to cut the side panels of the two girls’ bikini panties and pulled them away. He did the same with the bras, cutting the shoulder straps and then the center between the cups.

“This,” he said quietly, “is what every guy here is hoping to do to you.” He ran his hands lightly over the newly exposed twin pairs of breasts, telling the girls that they shouldn’t worry about this exposure because, in fact, they had been showing a great deal of tit even before their thin cotton T shirts and skirts had been removed hours before.

“I think these little gems will yield enough excitement,” Randall said to his watching crew, “once we get them properly set up, but I am not pleased to see that you are still jumping around so much. When you jump about, your tits jiggle and that is unacceptable because it will probably interfere with the milking process.”

Milking process?
Both pinioned bodies froze. They couldn’t possibly have heard him right.
Milking?
Unintelligible cries and moans emanated from behind the gags. Heads shook and bodies trembled in horror and anticipation.

“Yes, you sweet little sluts. You heard right. Not to sound moralistic, but you have obviously devoted a lot of time and energy in your young lives to attracting boys and men with your generously exposed breasts. You spare no efforts to show as much as you can without giving away the prize. These nice, full, round, post-teen globes are great fun to watch while you prance around town or in the hotel, but they will also do very nicely for what we have in mind here. You are going to enjoy it…after awhile…” Randall’s voice trailed off as he gathered his new equipment and began attaching it to first one well-tanned, nude young body and then to the other.

Oh God,
Lynda thought
. He’s actually turning me on with his rubbing my tits. How do I stop this? He’ll notice and want to fuck me, right here.

“The deep penetrators are what will hurt the most,” Randall continued. “They are a bit like miniature water well-probes, because they are hollow tubes with multiple inlet holes in the side walls of the needle tube. As they go deeper, they suck the liquid from the spongy glands and send it up the tube. When I put them in place, you will know it. It’s a very painful process.” As he talked, Randall handled each of the four shivering tits, massaging and smoothing the rounded surface, tweaking the nipples and inspecting each breast as though he were preparing for a major operation.

“To encourage this sucking function,” he continued, “we’ll need some additional hardware. So, first I’ll fit the compression bands,” he chortled. “This is like having your tits squeezed…” and to illustrate his words, Randall placed both hands around one girl’s breast, making a small circle with his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing the circle tighter and compressing the base of the breast, forcing the rest of the tissue outward into a pear-like shape.

“So, as you will see, or more likely feel, we need to get your tits a bit more stationary, more rigid. Like this…” He removed his hands and slid a rubber lined, stainless steel pipe clamp over Lynda’s left breast, pulling it back towards her chest while feeding the breast through the circular steel and rubber band while Lynda bucked and twisted, trying to prevent the inevitable banding of her left tit.

“Humm, that’s no fun,” muttered Randall, sweating as he struggled against the girl’s resistance. “Maybe I am doing this wrong.” He removed the band and, reaching up, fastened a chain that was hanging from the overhead to the steel ring mounted on the harness on top of Lynda’s hood. This pulled the girl suddenly more upright and stopped her struggles for the moment. “Sorry about that,” he said, tightening the chain and forcing an even more straight and upright position on the bound girl. “I have to get you to stand still before this will work.” Again, Randall placed the band around Lynda’s breast, slid it back against her chest wall and slowly closed the band, using a small power screwdriver on the embedded worm gear that tightened the band. As it tightened, the band compressed the base of the breast tissue, forcing the rest of it to protrude outward, rigidly tense, away from the chest. The closing ring of the confining steel band continued to contract and terrible sounds emanated from inside the hood. The tit began to take on a red, shiny, pear-like appearance, its nipple pointing straight out, hardened by the trapped blood in the tissue. The girl howled and Randall finally stopped the power driver, leaving at least, he thought, an inch and a half or more of inside diameter clutching the base of the tit.

Randall left the single band in place and came back a moment later with the original chromed pole and its Y extension. He put the end of the pole down into an open adjustable clamp in the center of the foot stocks and then attached the Y with its twin dongs to the other end. It was not readily apparent to the casual observer, but the one rubber prick was slightly smaller than the other and Randall aligned them so that the larger, fatter one was in front and the slightly smaller one, with a slightly cinched “waist” near the base, was in the back. Randall now had the pole and its double dicks nestled between Lynda’s shaking thighs and she apparently knew what was coming, because she went rigid. All sounds and motion stopped, which allowed Randall to tell them both what was going to happen next.

He’s going to fuck me,
Lynda thought, feeling the brush of the cold, greasy dick just below her now smooth shaven cunt lips.
But how can he do this with me tied up and my feet locked in these metal things?

“If you will bend your knees a bit, open up your thighs, this combination tool, which is already well lubricated, will easily slide up your cunt and ass. I know that neither of you is a virgin and your assholes are probably familiar with having nice big pricks up them too, so you can surely accommodate these fun dicks without too much discomfort.”

My God, is he kidding? Up my ass? No way
, Lynda thought, squirming to the limits of her bonds.

“If you resist, it will hurt like the devil and I will nevertheless drive them both all the way home,” Randall continued. “So it is, of course, your choice.” He loosened the adjustable knurled fitting on the pole and slowly raised it until the center of the Y was posed below the girl’s crotch, the twin dildoes pointed up. The post was between Lynda’s shaking knees, which she reluctantly bent, pushing her knees slightly apart and opening her formerly tightly closed legs. This allowed Randall to target her exposed twin apertures with the ends of the dildoes.

“Open up the tunnels, Honey,” he said, easing the rubber dongs upward, parting the lower lips and using his other hand to spread Lynda’s quivering ass cheeks and get the narrow nose of the ass plug started as well. Lynda shook and struggled, but Randall continued to push the double prongs upward and they slowly disappeared into their assigned homes. Lynda whined and mewed into the gag and hood, now fully aware of what was happening. Randall continued gently shoving the dicks upward until the center of the Y was firmly nestled against the small area of flesh between her cunt and asshole, then he tuned the knurled fitting and locked the pole in that position. Lynda struggled and moaned, trying to adjust her body to the unwanted dual penetrations, the two dildoes by now settling deep inside her, side by side, separated only by the thin wall of tissue. She realized that if she stood straight and locked her knees, the pressure below eased somewhat, so she assumed this “At Attention” pose. This suited Randall just fine, for he unlocked the pole’s adjustment fitting and raised the Y another half inch, eliciting a muffled scream from inside the hood and through the mouthpiece/gag.

“There, my dear,” he murmured as he tightened the locking knob again, securing the pole in its extended position. “Let’s see if your twin here takes these rubber dickies as easily as you do. Not a bad measure of who’s the most experienced lay, is it?”

Randall went through the same procedure with Gail, having more trouble getting the full length of each prick all the way up into her tightened anus while she struggled and tried to keep both exploited portals clamped shut.

“Strain as much as you want, Honey,” Randall crooned, as he kept upward pressure on the Y shaped branches and drove the double dicks home despite the girl’s resistance. He wiggled and shook the Y device a bit as the dongs mined deeper and deeper and the girl shook and screamed into the gag. Once the double penetration was complete, Randall locked the post in place and urged the impaled girl to stretch upwards a bit to ease the discomfort. She did so and Randall adjusted the pole accordingly. More screams followed this slight adjustment. Then both perched girls were silent as they contemplated their situation and Randall took advantage of the moment to get himself a drink and sit down for a few minutes. After all, he reminded himself, he had at least three or four days to play with these nineteen year-old creatures and teach them to respond as he wanted. In fact, he realized that he would probably have much longer than that if he wanted it, a thought that made him smile with delight as he contemplated what he could and would do with these delectable blond twins.

Thirty minutes passed while Randall sipped his bourbon and watched his new students wiggle and twist on their penetrator poles. The single breast band on Lynda was doing a nice job of compressing the tit. Randall finally got up and slipped another steel band onto the right breast, adjusting the tightness so that the two imprisoned mammaries matched well as they pointed forward, their blood-engorged nipples seeming to stand at hardened attention as the breasts filled up with trapped blood and took on a bright, shiny, stretched look.

“Now for the real fun,” Randall announced. “You will note that this thing I am lightly touching your swollen tit with is quite sharp.” He pressed the long hollow needle softly against Lynda’s distended breast just enough for her to feel its sharp point and to try to pull away.

“This is like having the dentist drill without Novocain,” he continued. “If you hold very still, I will do this quickly and you will feel pain, but it will be nothing compared to what you’ll feel if you move. You got that, Honey?”

Randall aligned the first two and a half inch long, hollow needle with the pointed nipple’s end and suddenly drove the entire length deep into the soft breast tissue. The girl bucked violently, pulled back as much as her overhead chain allowed and tried desperately to get away, but the needle was fully inside her breast and Randall was smiling, pleased that he had accomplished one quarter of this difficult task with accuracy and skill. He still had three boobs left to tap. As he moved around towards Gail, Randall noticed that the front dildo had somehow popped out from its new vaginal home and was sticking out obscenely from between Lynda’s legs.

“Wow,” Randall shouted, seizing the sticky, wet rubber dick and tugging a bit on it. Doing this drove the rear probe even deeper into Lynda’s ass and she resumed her previous level of howling behind the gag and the hood. “You know what this means?” Randall asked, chortling to himself. “We gotta start over again. I think there is a solution though, so don’t worry, you’ll soon discover that old Randall is very good at fixing dicks that slip out too easily…ha, ha.”

After a few minutes of rummaging around in the cabin while both twins struggled and cried on their posts, Randall returned with some new toys.

“Look at what I got ya, honey,” he said as he released the locking knob on Linda’s post and lowered the Y until the ass plug popped out and stood upright next to its twin. Randall grabbed the slippery front dick and unscrewed it from the Y saddle, tossing it onto the deck and screwing on a much larger, fatter, longer substitute, all the while muttering to himself some odd lines about “bigger is always better” and “size does matter”. Neither girl heard what he was saying and they stood upright, waiting for the next torment.

“Okee dokee,” Randall finally said. He greased both rods once again and was raising the saddle slowly until the top of the head on the now larger and longer front dick touched and entered Lynda’s pussy lips. This time, she at least knew what was coming and, with a lesser amount of noise and struggles, she eased herself downward and took the double dicks up inside her while Randall guided and raised the saddle, adding a bit of praise now and then.

“Well, that was easy,” said Randall, locking the post in its top notch position and making sure that the saddle was lodged snugly up in the proper area of Lynda’s greasy crotch. “However,” he added, slipping a two-inch wide metal band around Lynda’s narrow waist, “this is part of the outfit and it normally would go on later, but its going on now to prevent another misfire, if you know what I mean.”

He pulled the ends of the metal belt together until they met and then slipped a small padlock into the matched holes in the band, securing it around Lynda’s now compressed belly. From the front of the belt, a fine steel chain extended down and a small hook at the end easily fit into a hole at the front of the saddle. Randall shortened the chain until it was rigid and then added a similar chain at the rear, allowing the chain to slide between Lynda’s quivering buttocks and connecting to the rear of the saddle. Both front and back chains were shortened and this pulled the saddle up even closer to the girl’s pelvic bone, ramming both dildoes even deeper. An expected response from inside the hoods greeted Randall’s ears as he cut the chain ends off, leaving the work neat and no dangling ends.