Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

Both girls stiffened at the sound of him coming into the room. The sisters eyed each other, both feeling very different about the situation. Tessa still felt her confidence. Even in her current state, she still felt she retained control of the situation. With a plan laid out before her, she knew what steps she thought she should take to get from point A to point B. Cammie was a bit more wavering, trembling like a leaf on a tree. One was the picture of strength. The other was the product of the situation the girls found themselves in. As he spoke, Cammies eyes widened, and she looked at her sister. Her unspoken words screamed out in her expression. Two words really. He knows. Tessa shook her head slowly to her sister as she heard the items come to rest on the metal table. She was trying to reassure her sister that perhaps this was his normal tactic. Maybe he said the same to other girls, if there were other girls. He could even be bluffing, and if they gave in, if they said one single word to let him know he was right, they could be giving themselves up to him without him never having been sure in the first place. Cammie shifted her gaze quickly as he turned around and headed towards her with the clamps. She knew what they were. While she wasnt as kinky as her sister, nor was she innocent, she knew what nipple clamps were. A lonely, sexually frustrated girl could find relief in the pleasure of her own fingertips rubbing her clit until she came while under the covers of her own bed watching porn late at night. So was the case with Cammie. Wait, she said as he neared her. Please. She wanted to beg him, to plead him to not put them on her, but fear is a powerful thing. For some it can fuel to do amazing, extradinary things. For others, it can be crippling. Had it not been for the fact she was tied to the ceiling, Cammie would have collapsed to the floor. Her fear was only compounded as he let them both know he had been listening. There was no doubt now. He knew. The clamp bit into her nipple, and she gasped before whining. It wasnt a strong pinch, but it was enough to grab her attention. The second one only made the feelings stronger. She heard the sound he made and began to apologize, to beg him to forgive them, but her words were stopped short. Please. Were sorry. We wont.. Cammies eyes glazed over as she starred up at the ceiling. It was stronger than a static shock. She had never felt anything like this. Her heart fluttered, skipping a beat in her chest. She wanted to gasp again, to cry out, but her lips were closed. Tears fell from both eyes, streaking down her face. Cammie wanted to look at her sister, she wanted to speak, but some invisible force was keeping her in the position she was in. Though she couldnt see it, she could certainly feel it, and it was passing through her chest. Tessa watched in horror, shaking her head. What the fuck did you do to my sister?! She was sure he wouldnt answer, but he surprised her. What? You bastard! Take those off her! Youre killing her! Youre fucking killing her! She had heard every word he said, and knowing that Cammie didnt have long, she complied. Tessa wanted to tell him to hurry up, but she was afraid that if she did, he would take his time. Time was something she knew her sister didnt have. Flinching and yelping as he ran his finger over her fresh cut, she then glared at him as he walked away. Tessa breathed a sigh of relief as he took the clamps from Cammie. Cammie leaned her head back taking deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell as she did. The sounds of her gulping air into her lungs made its way over to Tessa. She gritted her teeth, wanting to destroy him. You bastard, she said. That was all she said, even though the urge to say much more was there. She focused on her sister, watching her breath, watching her body tremble. Tessa wondered would he have really let her go if she had come with him. Probably not she resolved. Cammie had seen his face. He wouldnt take that risk. This man was nothing more than a sadistic, raping liar. She knew they couldnt trust anything he said. Then again, she rarely trusted anyone. He returned to her with curious devices, and Tessa looked to him with utter disgust. What is this, she asked. He was more than accmodating, explaining exactly what all of this way. Her mouth hung open as he placed the remote in her hands. No! Wait, but it was useless. He shoved the dildo inside her. The metal was cold and unforgiving. Tessa looked down, seeing the pole holding it firmly inside her. She could feel the remote in her hand, and she knew if she let it go the two inch needles would begin to emerge, piecing into her sensitive, tender skin. Destroy. That one word applied to both of them. No matter what her choice was, she knew one of them would be destroyed. Cammies head was still back, but she had clearly heard everything. It was apparent by the sobs that radiated from her. No. Please. No, she cried over and over again. Tessa please, she finally screamed. Dont do that to me! Cammie knew she wasnt going to be able to stop him. The only person she could influence was her sister. Let go of the button Tessa! Please! Ill..Ill die from it! Tessas face contorted as she tried to hold back her tears. Will it..will it kill her? The collar? Will it kill her?