Chapter 8 - More of the Same!

Now that we had them completely under control it was time to get a little more ambitious with the piercing kit. Yet again Amy was first. She was laced into a leather crotch-less body suit, arms doubled up between her shoulder blades and elbows strapped together so that her forearms touch along their length.

Positioned on her back on the table, strapped down at the waist and across the chest above her bulging breasts, with her feet tied into the stirrups at the end of the metal arms which themselves were locked wide apart; she was completely venerable. Karen strapped Amy into a stiff posture collar and, after putting a rolled cushion under her neck, we ran straps from each side of the collar to the table and a further strap across her forehead to keep her head absolutely still.

I pulled the ball gag partially out of her mouth until it was still holding her teeth apart and this allowed Karen to fit the rubber covered grooves of a metal clamp over her top and bottom teeth near the side of her mouth. Turning the screw on the clamp caused the brace to open until the ball just popped out and, a few turns later, her jaws were held at maximum stretch.

After inserting one of our largest butt plugs I held the skin around her rosebud while Karen went to work. Now it was my turn and I mounted a metal bridge to the table so its horizontal bar crossed about 6" above Amy's mouth. I fitted a dentist's rubber debris dam in her mouth to stop anything going down her throat and then, while Karen peeled back the girl's lips I clamped a small electric drill to the bar of the bridge and drilled holes through the four front teeth; two top and two bottom.

The diamond bit went through easily and I positioned the holes so they were close enough to the ends to miss the nerves but in far enough to avoid chipping. Now I used a pair of padded tongs to capture Amy's tongue and hold it while Karen installed stainless steel barbell studs halfway back on either side and at the tip. We finished the job with four rings through her top lip and the same in the bottom one.

By this time they were both sobbing uncontrollably, Amy because of what we had done and Susan because she knew she was next. She was right.

The only problem over the next few days as things healed was we could not gag them properly so we settled for feeding thin wire through the tooth holes and clamping their jaws shut with it.





Ever since we had "acquired" the twins we had occasionally left them completely helpless in one form of bondage or another while we did our shopping or ran errands. One day we decided to visit the mall and see what we could find out. The parents were back and we actually went into the store wearing our leather pant suits as an excuse to start a conversation.

Asking after the girls so we could tell them how much we liked the outfits started the mother crying and the father explained that they had completely disappeared. The police had not been able to help and, since the only merchandise missing from the store was clothing in the size their daughters wore and there was no sign of a break in or foul play, they seemed to take the attitude that it was a family squabble.

We left wishing them good luck in finding the girls and once we were well away from the place let the satisfied grins take over our faces.