Mindtrap - Deux (Part 2)

I swore as I saw the empty cigarette packet. I hadn't even realised I was out. Pulling to the side of the road, I removed the keys from the ignition and got out of the car. It was a gorgeous day in the French countryside. The trees were green, the birds sang in the trees, and the sun shone down on a warm spring morning. I should have felt great, but instead I felt like shit.

I felt like I was suffocating. My lungs couldn't get the air they needed and my heart ached. It wasn't a panic attack, or so my shrink tells me. The meds I was prescribed were for anxiety, but apparently my feelings were too mild to be considered anything more than general stress. He suggested a trip to the country might help. Of course I thought it was a load of horseshit. He doesn't understand a damn thing about me, not that I could fault him for that. I've never exactly been honest with him - some things are best left unsaid, even to a professional.

I grabbed my phone and purse from the passenger seat of my Mercedes, a sleek silver thing I'd bought just a few months ago when I arrived in France. I'd found an apartment here, something nice in the city. Private, but close to the population center. I'm a metro girl. I like cafés and croissants and shoe stores. I was also renting a warehouse out in the country for private reasons. It was here that I was staying on my little sojourn, a quiet building just a couple of miles from the edge of the brackish wood I now found myself at, gritting my teeth in frustration and out of cigarettes. Fuck.

I ran my hands through my long black hair and took a deep breath. And another. Slowly, the world came back into focus, but I was still on edge. What the hell, I pay the guy thousands of euros a month, maybe I should take his advice once in a while. I locked my car and climbed the fence by the side of the road. Hopping off the other side, a crack startled me as I landed on a dry branch. Nature: 0, top of the line black boots: 1. I love my pradas but sometimes you need something a bit tougher. Glad I wore them today. Trying to walk a forest in heels will get a girl sent to the the hospital. I blushed at the thought of having to explain doing something as silly as that to a paramedic.

I looked up at the sky as I entered the woods, the sun disappearing behind the canopy. I started to feel a bit better, I've never been fond of the sun. Sure, the warmth feels great, but it's always reminded me of a giant big brother eye, always watching what I do when I'm under it's gaze. Also, I burn easy. Pearly white skin, my third best feature as far as I'm concerned. Not pale, but far from tan. Lots of guys notice me for the contrast between my skin and my hair. I'm usually wearing black, and it gives me a bit of a vampire look. The sexy kind and I love it, but that sun doesn't exactly make me glitter.

I hiked my way through the forest for about 10 minutes. There was no path, but I have a great sense of direction. Besides, I'd be hard pressed to get lost in this wood. This entire area is farmland. If I walked for 30 minutes in any direction, I'd find myself in a field surrounded by cows. There wasn't very much underbrush here among the tree trunks, and it was easy going minus a few bumps and rocks on the forest floor. I stop as I hear a trickling sound. Following it I came to a split in the trees. The sun shone through, lighting up a small stream. The water was fantastically clear on a bed of rocks, the sun giving it a look of glitter along the surface. I started to follow it downstream, carefully treading on the bigger stones trying not to break an ankle.

As I walked I started to hear the sound of a waterfall. Not a roar - the stream wasn't exactly big enough to support anything monumental. This sounded more like one of those quiet mini-falls, cascading down rock. I do love those, and I was a little astounded I'd find one here. I found myself hurrying towards it, but I suddenly stopped in my tracks as on the edge of the sound of falling water, I heard voices. Two of them? They sounded like girls.

My curiosity was piqued. I started moving forward surreptitiously, trying to gauge my distance from them. I came to a little outcrop of stone at the edge of a small bank. I got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl towards the edge. Looking down below I was rewarded with a lovely sight. A small clearing hosted a crystal clear pool. Water from the stream fell out over empty air before hitting rock and streaming to the water below. But none of that was interesting. Splashing around at the far side of the pool were two naked girls.

They were skinny dipping. A small pile of belongings lay a short distance away from the water, safe and dry. The two girls looked to be in their late teens, the chests full with newly developed breasts. They giggled and shrieked as they splashed each other and played some sort of water tag. They looked very similar, even at this distance. Not identical, but most likely sisters, with the same dark auburn hair sticking to their wet skin. As I watched, I found my right hand reaching down to my jeans almost unconsciously. Unbuttoning the tight denim, my hand crept inside, under my panties and between my legs.

My breath grew heavy as I stroked myself, watching them. Their bouncing breasts were almost hypnotizing me and I could catch glimpses of small dark patches between their legs just beneath the surface of the water. I bit back a moan as I pinched my clitoris. I was starting to create a damp patch in my panties. Suddenly I stopped, withdrawing my hand. I quickly buckled myself up and crept away from the edge. I started walking quickly back upstream, almost at a run. Through the forest I dashed from the point where I had found the stream, running over the hard, leaf-covered ground. I slowed to a jog as I reached the fence that my car lay just beyond, vaulting over it before bending over to catch my breath, panting. My head swam.

I looked around at the deserted countryside. They must have come from once of the farms on the other side of the woods, there were no houses within sight. I stepped over to the boot of my car and pressed the button on my key to unlock it. I reached in, grabbing the cloth that lay there and pulled it back. I took hold of my rifle and the bag of tranqs next to it. Shutting the boot I looked around again. Not a soul to be seen, in any direction. My heart thudding in my chest, I locked the car and started to make my way back to the woods.

I'm not usually wrong, but I admit it when I am. Maybe my psychiatrist was right about coming out here after all. This may be exactly what I need.

One of the girls had climbed out of the pool and was sunbathing on one of the rocks. Her figure made my heart beat twice as hard and my panties even damper. Her sister was also getting out and was heading towards her gear. I took careful aim at the sunbathing girl, held my breath, and pulled the trigger. She let out a yelp as the red dart blossomed on her thigh. Her hand went to it as I quickly began loading another one. She pulled it out, looked at it for a second, and let it drop into the water as she slowly sank back on the rock.

Her sister had turned towards her, probably asking what was wrong, but I was ready. I took aim at the other girl and fired my second round. The dart hit her in the top of her left breast and she staggered back in surprise. She looked up at me for a second then slowly keeled over as the sedative took hold. I let out a little 'hooray!' in my head as I shouldered the rifle and started making my way down.

I approached the sunbathing girl first. I gently stroked my hand up the curve of her leg as I climbed onto the rock next to her, slightly angling toward her mound as my fingers passed her hips, up her stomach and to the curve of her round breast. Taking it in my hand, I softly fingered her nipple. I watched as it started to harden, as she unconsciously became aroused. I lowered my head and opened my mouth over her breast... and stopped. I sat up and checked myself. Bad idea. I was in a public place with two nude drugged teenage girls and I was getting distracted. This was neither the time nor the place.

I made my way over to their belongings and gathered up some clothes. I returned the the sunbather and began to dress her. Being found carrying a nude girl through the woods is slighty more damning than carrying a fully clothed one. It's a rather slight distinction, but there nonetheless. I went to her sister and did the same with the remaining clothes. I then hid her body under a bush before returning to the first girl. I swallowed. Time for the risk.

I'm actually quite athletic for my small size, and she was a light girl. Carrying her in my arms didn't slow me down too much as I made my way back up the stream and through the trees to the car in about quarter of an hour. Hesitating at the edge of the foliage, I scanned the hills for any sign of life. The baa of a sheep made my heart jump in my chest. I cursed the creature, hoping it ended up on someone's dinner plate, and continued to look for *intelligent* life. Deciding there was none, I bit the bullet and dashed for the car. Reaching the fence, I lifted my sleeping treasure and - gently as I could - dumped her on the other side. Hopping over after her I hit the unlock button on my key and opened the boot. Within seconds I had her inside and safely out of sight. I dumped my rifle on the back seat under its blanket, and began to make my way back to the clearing.

My heart thudded in my chest as I quickly hopped from rock to rock alongside the stream. No footprints would show up on solid stone, and the fallen plant matter further upstream had prevented any imprints being left in the dirt. If the girls had told anyone where they were going, dogs could still be a problem, but the scent would stop at the road, and there would be no indication they were unconscious or taken there against their will.

I reached the clearing again and gathered up personal effects I could see. Picking up the second girl, I began the second journey back to my getaway vehicle. I chuckled to myself as a imagined myself robbing a bank then leaping into my Mercedes and driving away with the cops in hot pursuit. A regular Bonnie and... well, just Bonnie, really.

For the second time I scanned the horizon, looking for the peering, accusing eyes I feared to see. They did not appear and I breathlessly took the same route as I did with her sister, wincing as her body hit the ground on the other side of the fence and scaling the wood after it. There was a short bank of grass just before the gravel where I was parked, so hopefully they wouldn't feel any discomfort from the fall when they woke. There was no need for unintentional harm.

I lay her down next to her sister and turned my head away as I slammed the boot. I wanted to gaze on them just a bit longer, but I refused to give in to weakness. There would be time for that later. I inserted the key and turned the ignition. The radio flared to life, jumping into an upbeat Beatles song. As I did up my belt and started to pull out of the rest stop, my heart leapt with joy. I felt as giddy as a schoolgirl, and suddenly as that crisp spring morning sun shone down on me, everything was right with the world again. All my stress, all my anxiety was gone. I started to sing along as I made my way back to Maisse, back to the empty warehouse I had my lawyer in New York rent anonymously on my behalf.

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The sisters slept softly side by side on a bed of black satin sheets. A long silvery chain ran from one of each girl's pretty little ankle to a rivet in the floor. Thick curtains hung down around the room, not covering windows of course, but simply breaking up the stoic grey brick of the walls, giving it an almost luxurious look for an old basement. I expected this would probably send rather mixed messages to them when they woke up, but I wanted them to be as comfortable as I could possibly make them. I sighed in admiration as I watched them through the two-way mirror. I had seen some beautiful girls before, and even done... things... to some of them, but these two took my breath away. I ran a hand between my legs, lightly touching my nakedness. I sat, nude, in a room on the other side of the mirror, the red led of the camera beside me the only source of illumination. As I trailed my eyes over the curves of their chests, I pinched myself in my most intimate place, biting my lip at the rush of sensation.

One of them started to stir. Her eyes slowly began to open. She looked around at first, clearly confused about where she was. I love that first minute. Such innocence and wonder shows on their faces, shortly before the fears of reality come crashing down. Sure enough, it didn't take her long to notice the chain leading from her leg to the floor, restricting her movement to a short area around the bed. She started to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. As she started shaking her sister, I listened to her hysterical words through the high quality microphones hidden around the room.

"Marie! Please, god, Marie, wake up! Oh god, where are we? Marie, please, please open your eyes!"

So, the one was called Marie. She had a slightly shorter hairstyle than her sister. Marie started to murmur as her sister wept over her. Unlike... well, I would find out her name soon enough, Marie came awake suddenly, sitting up with a start. Aw, no beautiful moment of innocence. I let myself childishly pout in the darkness of my room. Marie gathered her wits about her quickly, hugging her crying sister. She was letting out little shushes, trying to settle the other's frayed nerves.

"Estelle, listen to me. I promise, nothing bad will happen to you. Shh, it's okay. We're going to be okay."

So, Marie and Estelle. Such lovely names, so fitting. Marie looked around the room at nowhere in particular. Marie was not going to be able to keep her promises however. Finally she called out, "Hello? Is anyone there? Please! Someone, anyone. Please, just let us go! Our families have money, we can pay you if you just let us contact them!"

I flashed her an irritated look, not that she could see me. I hate the begging. They always beg, at first, though this girl got to that a lot sooner than the rest. It always makes me feel like the bad guy. I reached over and flicked off the audio, muting her gorgeous red lips. The sound was still being recorded, I would listen to it later when it could no longer ruin my mood. I watched her sweet lips continue to move and envisioned myself kissing them. My hand continued to move against my pussy, my fingers creeping further inside with each stroke. I let out a little gasp as I squeezed my breast with my other hand, crushing it beyond comfort but not quite into the realm of pain. My thumb and forefinger latched onto my clitoris as I began to thrust into myself, pausing to pull hard on it before releasing it as my fingers returned to the wetness coming from deep inside me. It wasn't long before I was climaxing, my toes curling up and my eyes losing focus as I spilled my pleasure down the front of my chair.

I purred softly to myself, at least in my mind, licking the juices off my hand and feeling very much like the cat that got the cream. I'm pretty sure that's a saying. With that, I got up and made my way over to the door. It had been a long day and I was hungry, and I wanted to let my two angels get used to their surroundings. I was really looking forward to tomorrow.

Despite my distracted thoughts, I spent the evening in bed with a good book, before falling asleep. My dreams were filled with red lips and silky hair.

I carefully unbuttoned the sleeping girl's blouse. Pulling apart the cloth, her lovely pale breasts were exposed to me for the first time since I saw them in the woods. I lowered my mouth to the soft mound, kissing my way up the breast until I reached her nipple. Licking it gently, I watched in joy as it grew hard. Marie - somehow I knew her name was Marie - made cute little sounds in her throat as I sucked on it. She wouldn't wake up, the sedative should at least last another hour. Closing my teeth around her nipple, I pulled my head back, stretching her breast out before letting it bounce back into place as I released the slippery nub from my jaws.

I moved down her body to her pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them off her. A white pair of panties is all that remained between me and her most private area. I teased myself by delaying their removal, putting my face between her legs and inhaling her scent. My breast play appeared to have caused some arousal, as there was a small wet patch on the lacy white fabric. I grinned as I slipped my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down and off her slender legs. Holding the discarded lingerie to my face I inhaled one more time before putting them aside and pulling Marie to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. I took a hot flannel out of the bowl of steaming water I placed nearby and lay it over her pubic mound.

After a few minutes had passed, it had made her skin damp, so I removed it and picked up a sharp cut-throat razor. I was not using any cream for this as I wanted to be able to see what I was doing. Carefully I flicked the blade across her small wispy hair, removing it. She and her sister kept it well trimmed, so there was not much to remove and before long it was as bald as it was the day she was born. I inspected her pussy closely, looking for any stray hairs I may have missed. I ran my fingers across her labia, before grasping one of them and stretching it out a little bit. There was no hair to be seen.

I paused. I still had the razor blade in my other hand. Almost subconsciously I moved the razor sharp steel to her stretched lip and placed it at the top, almost breaking the skin. It would be so easy, just a little bit of pressure, and I would be holding a piece of her in my hand. A small drop of blood appeared where the metal met her flesh, and ran down her labia, like a red line showing me where to cut. I watched it, hypnotized. I was breathing fast now, unable to move for fear of giving in to my dark desire. My hand was shaking as I slowly moved the razor away from her sex, dropping it into the bowl of water with a splash, before wiping the flannel across her pussy, cleaning away the spilled blood. The tiny cut had already closed.

My restraint crumbled as I lowered my mouth to Marie's vagina, kissing it clumsily, my tongue darting out and licking her along her sexy lips. Her body responded to me automatically, growing wet at the pleasure she was feeling, even sleeping as she was. I kissed and licked and proceeded to push my tongue as deep as I could reach inside her. A cute whimpering started to come from her mouth, and there was a feeling in my own pussy, building steadily despite the fact that I wasn't touching myself. As Marie grew wetter and wetter, my own pleasure became stronger, until I opened my mouth and screamed out in ecstasy.

Panting, I sat up in bed. Looking at my hand, it was dripping with my own juices, a wet patch soaking into the the sheets between my legs. I smiled softly as I recalled my actions after bringing the girls in the previous day, the subject of my dream. I licked my hand clean, an activity I always enjoyed after cumming, then bounced out of bed. The next few hours were spent blissfully enjoying a traditional French breakfast while I reviewed the recording of the girls' actions after I left them last night. There was not much to note, a bit of calling out for help in the beginning, followed by hugging each other and eventually they drifted off to sleep. With me caught up to date, I picked up a handy chair and made my way over to door to their cell. It was time to introduce myself.

Marie gently stirred as I watched her. Her eyes opened just a crack, catching a glimpse of me in my dark red dress, sitting in my chair cross-legged and tapping one dark leather boot against the other while sipping a glass of orange juice as I waited. Suddenly she was awake, staring at me as she sat up, trying to take a defensive posture. Before she could say anything, I spoke up. "Good morning, Marie, again you woke very quickly. I hope you slept well." I gestured to the jug on a small table attached to the bed frame. "I saw you were out of water, so I brought you some more. You should keep drinking it, you don't want to get dehydrated."

She stared at me incredulously for a second, as though I was just a hallucination. "Who are you and how do you know my name? Where are we?" Her voice was calm but had a very definite hint of fear. Of course she had no idea how close she came to harm yesterday or there would have been more than just a hint.

"My name is Annabel. I know your names because you two have been talking to each other of course. Good morning Estelle." I gave Estelle my most disarming smile as she groggily roused from her stupor and looked at us. "As for your location, I don't want to tell you. Sorry."

Marie glared at me with very distrusting eyes while Estelle glanced at her. I could see she was definitely the authority of the pair. "Please, just let us go. I don't know why we're here, but can't you help us? You seem like a good person. Our families are probably worried about us."

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Marie. You appear to be a very smart girl, I'm sure you have a good idea of why you're here and what is going to happen."

Estelle chose this moment to speak up, whispering softly to her sister. "Marie, w-what does she mean? Why are we here?"

She took her sister's hand in hers. "There are more well-off families than ours, Estelle, I don't think think we're here to be ransomed." She looked at me. "Plus we've had our pubic area shaved." Estelle blushed at mention of this. "This is about sex, isn't it? Are you going to sell us to some rich pervert?"

I smiled. "You're right Marie, it is about sex. I'm certainly not going to sell you though. I'm the only one who knows you're here, and I'm the only one that will ever know. Please keep that in mind should you ever think of harming me. Without me, you will never be able to leave this room."

Estelle's eyes went wide as she understood. "You're a... lesbian?" She said it as though she was asking if I was an alien, or some other kind of fantastical creature she had heard about but never expected to see. "Are you going to rape us?"

I let out a polite laugh that sounded like one you would expect to hear in company at a formal gathering. "Estelle, whether or not it is rape is up to you. Personally I would be delighted if you simply do whatever I request of you without objection. I have no desire to use force, as long as you do do exactly as I ask." At my words, Estelle looked like she was going to be sick. standing, I stepped over to her and cupped her chin. Her crestfallen face made my heart feel like it was fluttering in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to turn her mournful expression into one of ecstasy, but I knew that it would not come without some form of coercion.

Before she could react, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on Estelle's shocked lips. Marie started to protest, but I held up a hand to silence her. I gently forced my tongue into the girl's mouth, muffling Estelle's embarrassed protestations. Breaking the kiss, I looked into her beautiful green eyes. She quickly looked away, her face glowing a cute shade of bright pink.

"I'll come back in 5 minutes. I want you two to be completely undressed by then. If you're not..." I looked at them sadly, "then I will have to convince you." I walked out of the room gracefully, pausing to enter the pin code to unlock the door. As soon as it closed behind me, any semblance of grace was gone as I dashed madly to the observation room to hear what they were saying.

Estelle, the innocent angel that she was, had started to unbutton her blouse when Marie stopped her. "Don't do what she wants."

"But she sounded like she would be angry if we don't. I'm scared, Marie."

"It's okay. She's a girl, like us. If it was a big guy with tattoos I'd be worried, but she seems too... I don't know, civilized. I don't think she's got it in her to really hurt us. We just need to stand up to her." I sighed as Marie spoke and rested my chin on one hand, watching them through the mirror. Don't judge a book by it's cover, girls, I thought sadly.

Estelle hugged her sister around the waist. "If you say so."

I looked at the clock. 5 minutes had passed and I needed to make a point. I picked up a small black cylinder and made my way back to the girls' room. They watched me warily as I approached them, still clinging to each other. I stood over them with a disappointed look on my face. "You two look so close lying there like that. It's very heartwarming, but you were supposed to be nude."

"Forget it." Marie was the one to speak up, of course. "We want to go home. You won't let us. Why should we do anything you say?"

"Because if you don't we'll all regret it. I didn't want to have to do this." I put the end of the black cylinder against Estelle's thigh and pressed the button. A sharp crack sounded from the device as the electricity arced into Estelle's body. She let out a surprised scream.

Marie swore at me as I did it a second time. "Fuck! Stop, what are you doing? Leave her alone!" Marie tried to protect her sister by acting as a shield and grabbing at the baton, but she wasn't fast enough. I dodged her and pressed the shaft into Estelle's heaving breast. This time I pressed the trigger and held it down. Estelle's screams pierced the air until Marie managed to knock the end of the weapon away. "STOP! Why are you only shocking Estelle? I was the one that stopped her from stripping, punish me!"

"Marie, that is exactly what I'm doing. I can see how much this hurts you, far more than it would if I electrocuted you directly. I don't like it either. You left me no choice." Estelle was sobbing, huddled up into a little ball, trying to protect herself. I felt a tightness in my chest looking at her. I put the baton down on my chair, out of reach of the bed. "Simply do whatever I ask, and your sister won't suffer, Marie. I need your cooperation, for Estelle's sake." Whatever I said, I didn't know if I would be able to punish Estelle again. I sat down beside her on the bed, putting my arms around her crying form. Marie glared at me but let me console her sister. She recoiled from my touch at first, but as I stroked Estelle's hair, her sobs subsided and she began to relax. My dress had no sleeves, so I grabbed one of the convenient paper napkins from beside the water jug. Putting the napkin to Estelle's face, I wiped her tears away.

Marie looked at her sister with concern. "I'm sorry Estelle, I was was wrong. I shouldn't have stopped you before."

I looked at her at I comforted her sister. "Thank you Marie. Now, shouldn't you be getting naked?" Marie's eyes widened at my reminder, as though she had forgotten what I had asked them to do. She started unbuttoning her blouse with a grim expression on her face. I watched her impassively, but inside I was singing as I watched the gorgeous vision slowly remove her clothing. Her pale breasts came into view as she removed the shirt (their bras remained with their collected belongings, I couldn't be bothered dealing with them) and bounced in a way that sent shocks of excitement up my lower abdomen as she adjusted her position so she could remove her pants. She was trying to be as nonchalant and unsexy as possible as she took them off, but as her slender legs came into view, I bit my lower lip in appreciation.

She stopped with them around her ankles and lifted the chain to show me. "I won't be able to take them off with this in the way."

I disengaged myself from Estelle, who was watching her sister, and reached down the front of my dress, withdrawing the folded razor I had used to denude the sisters of their lower hair. Flicking it open, I stepped over to Marie. She stopped moving as I put the blade to her leg, sliding it easily through the cloth of her pants. She then held her breath completely as I moved the shining steel to her panties. Two quick cuts and they too fell away, exposing her bald pussy. I made my way back to my chair and sat down, enjoying the view. "Help your sister."

Estelle lay down as Marie moved over to her, giving her easy access. Marie unbuttoned her shirt, revealing delicious breasts, a mirror image of the ones I had just seen. Undoing Estelle's pants, Marie hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them both down in one go. Both girls were now nude, and I once again stepped over to cut through the fabric around the chain before returning to my front row seat. The girls looked at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes. "You don't need to wait for me to tell you two what to do. I want you to have sex with each other. Keep going."

Marie looked unsurprised, though Estelle gasped. "But.. she's my sister!"

"So? It's not like you're going to be able to get her pregnant." I tapped the black baton leaning up against my chair. "Chop, chop." Unbidden, images of a pair of pale severed breasts flashed across my mind. My heart thudded like a drum, drowning out the sound of everything else. My breathing slowed again as I stared at a point on the ceiling and tried to clear my thoughts. I needed to be more careful about my choice of words. My attention came back to the present and I saw Marie gently stroking her sister's stomach. Estelle in turn was staring wide-eyed at Marie, almost in visible disbelief at what they were about to do.

Marie leaned down and gave her a rather chaste kiss on the lips. "Really now," I interjected, "you two are French, are you not? I think you can do better at kissing." A flash of irritation flashed across Marie's face, but Estelle blushed in that innocent way of hers that made my stomach feel like it had butterflies in it. I grabbed my dress with both hands and twisted the fabric as I clenched my hands. My eyes were locked on the sisters as Marie opened her mouth and her tongue entered Estelle's.

It was definitely a forced kiss to begin with. Their tongues intertwined, but their faces were screwed up like they were tasting lemons. I stepped over to them and began to stroke Marie's hair while she made out with her sister. I tried to distract her by running my fingernails down her back, and was delighted to see goosebumps spread across her skin. Slowly she began to relax as they kissed, letting herself go with the flow, and as she relaxed, so too did Estelle.

I took Estelle's hand and wrapped it around Marie, placing it on her cute butt, pushing her down and enjoying the sight of their breasts pressing up against each other. Estelle took my cue and gently started to squeeze the soft behind, eliciting a few muffled cries of surprise from Marie. They broke the kiss to catch their breath, both sisters panting for air. I leaned over to Marie and blew gently in her ear, whispering to her. "Cup her breast." She did, putting her hand on Estelle's left tit and stroking it clumsily. "You don't have to be so gentle, a bit of pressure feels good." She started to caress it more firmly, and Estelle reluctantly showed her approval by letting out a whimper.

I was groping my own breast as I watched, getting more and more worked up as I watched them. I pushed one hand under the slit in my dress, pulling it up above my hips as I found my bare vagina. I started to pull on my pussy lips and clit, pinching and twisting as my eyes drank in the heavenly view before me.

Marie moved both hands to her sisters boobs, alternating between squeezing the soft organs and pinching her nipples. Estelle looked like she was unwillingly enjoying herself, but I wanted to escalate it further. "Take her nipple in your mouth."

Marie paused and looked at the other girl with regret on her face. "Estelle... I... I don't..."

Estelle simply put her finger to Marie's lips and looked into her eyes. "Please Marie, I don't want to be shocked again. I love you and no matter what we do here, we'll always be sisters. I promise."

"I'm sorry." Closing her eyes, Marie latched onto Estelle's nipple with her mouth and began suckling, occasionally stopping to lick the hard nub before switching to the other tit. Estelle stared down wide-eyed at the vision of her sister nursing from her chest. The look of sweet surprised innocence on her face as Marie performed such an un-sisterly act on her made me flood with arousal as I started to fuck myself. Estelle began to make moaning noises, grabbing at Marie more intensely. Suddenly, Marie's hand went between her own legs, playing with herself as she orally pleasured the other girl, but Estelle responded by displacing Marie's hand with her own, caressing her sister's pussy for a moment before plunging two of her fingers inside the sopping hole. Marie let out a scream of pleasure and shock, biting down gently on her sibling's nipple.

All of a sudden I was in my own mind, watching Marie bite harder and harder, until blood began to trickle from between her teeth and Estelle's cries of ecstasy had turned into screams of pain. Marie ignored them, clenching down until with a spurt of blood, the tortured nipple was torn from Estelle's breast. Marie closed her eyes, rolling the severed piece of her sister around her mouth while Estelle stared in shock at her own mutilated chest, the soft globe looking diminished without the nipple to give it meaning. I saw stars as my own orgasm crashed down upon me, waves of pleasure washing over me until I felt like I was floating. I opened my eyes and looked at them. My imagined violence had vanished, the girls now thrusting their slippery digits inside each other, Estelle voicing her pleasure to the entire room while Marie muffled her enthusiastic screams with her sister's breasts. I watched them both climax and then all three of us lay there, panting, too exhausted to speak.

The first to recover, I unsteadily rose to my feet. Pulling my skirt down and smoothing out the wrinkles, I tried to ignore the fluid leaking down my legs as I made my way over to the door and exited the room. Closing it behind me I leaned back on it, still breathless.

"Wow."

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"I'm sorry to hear that, you haven't been here very long."

Anais, my attorney, smiled at me with her big brown eyes and flushed red lips. She was stunningly attractive, and I had imagined having her at my mercy on numerous occasions. She was wearing a low cut top, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes off her cleavage. I'm sure she was very good in negotiations. "Well, I'm sorry to be leaving as well. Unfortunately business requires my presence elsewhere. I've really enjoyed my stay in Paris though, I will be sure to look you up should I return." Not necessarily for business reasons of course. I took a sip of the wine she kept for her more lucrative clients and put the glass down on the coaster. "How soon before you can move the property?"

"Well, it's in a prime location in the city, I would be surprised if it lasted more than a month. What will you be doing with your car?"

"I'll be driving it south when I go. It's currently in the shop getting it's tires changed. I'm a stickler when it comes to my own safety on the road."

She smiled. "You didn't strike me as a pragmatist."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." I gave her a mischievous grin.

She laughed. "Well, perhaps you'll have to fill me in if you return to France." Oh, don't tempt me.

I glanced at the paper on her desk. There headlines were about a missing pair of 17 year old sisters from the countryside. Marie and Estelle were displayed prominently, presumably from a family photo. They both looked very happy. Anais followed my line of sight. "Ah, it's terrible. They went missing the other day. There's a huge manhunt for them, but so far," she shrugged, "nothing."

"I hope they find them soon."

"I do too. There is too much sadness in the world. Some good news would be nice for a change." We stood and shook hands. "Take care, Annabel. Good luck in Spain."

I bade her farewell and made my way out of the building of the law firm which took care of my French affairs. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I hailed a cab.

The cabbie glanced at me as I slid into the back seat, clearly checking out my tits and not even bothering to hide it. "Where to?"

"The nearest travel agent, please."

"Going on a holiday?" Still talking to my chest.

"I'm off to visit family"

"That's nice. Family is important."

I smirked back. "Yes, they're more precious to me than anything."

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