Wimp Family's Training

                            Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 08

       The twins were jumping up and down in their seats, unable to contain themselves. Hecate went so far as to offer her hindquarters in exchange for everything that Walter knew concerning Lilith and Carl. Since the old servant felt even older after the excesses of today, what normally might have gotten his attention and ardor, this time was declined with thanks. However there was a twinkle in his eyes that told the twins that part of the mystery was about to be revealed.

       Once his charges settled down he took a deep breath and began his exposition. Based on the behavior of Lilith with her brother and her reaction to Hecate's overtures, it was obvious that she had something buried in her subconscious that was trying its best to come to the surface. That might explain the love bite she gave Hecate and her reaction to her brother's overtures as well. With Hecate she was more active, probably because she was a female and even younger than she.

       For a weakling Carl showed a great deal of ambivalence. Walter had to explain the meaning of that big word and was successful after a time. He would occasionally forget that although they were rather precocious when it came to matters sexual, the rest of their education was a bit behind the curve. When it came to his younger sister Carl displayed a trace of aggression, but mostly he tried to use guile to have his way with her. She in turn acted as if she was a victim, but in actuality she gave into his wants, but disguised as self-preservation more than acquiescence. There was another brief pause as he explained the meaning of a few more words that he employed.

       He paused to gather his thoughts and then moved on to the relationship between the twins and Carl, which was the key to solving most of the mystery. Considering how easily he developed erections in the presence of his sister, not forgetting his performance while she was being punished for harming Hecate, his inability to produce as required by the twins was most contradictory. In truth he was the reluctant dragon, in a sense playing out his little game in much the same fashion as Lilith was in her dealings with him. It was only when they discovered that he responded to pain in a rather unique way, that things came into place. Had they not be interrupted by Walter's summons to dinner they might have had all the proof they needed.

       The old servant had decided earlier in the day after Lilith had been suitably punished, that he would pressure her to see how far he could go. Acting as the aggressor and already having demonstrated his dominance, she was easy prey. He discovered over the course of the afternoon that she was tremendously submissive, and seemed to have no limits to what indignities she would tolerate.

       An excellent example was when he decided to sodomize her. She begged and cried for him not to do this terrible thing to her, but at the same time, even with her hands cuffed behind her back, Lilith had assumed the proper postion and pried her cheeks apart to make penetration even easier. The twins exchanged knowing glances, immediately recalling the girl's screams and pleading while they were listening at the door.

       To validate his theory he arranged for Carl to have the upper hand once they were alone, or so he thought they were. He was free while his sister was still restrained, and instantly took advantage of the situation. As they all saw, he came out of his shell and did a reasonably good job of dominating and debasing his younger sister, reinforcing in her what Walter had begun earlier in the day. He was the master and she the slave or perhaps an unruly servant. That oblique reference to his own state in the household was not lost on the twins who silently vowed to pay him much more respect and "haul his ashes" anytime he needed their  assistance.

       Walter turned on the monitor once more to check on the twosome. Carl was out like a light, snoring loudly while his sister was crouched by the foot of the bed still concerned that he might awaken and begin to attack her again. He smiled and commented that the little something extra he slipped into the boy's meal tonight had taken effect just as advertized. This brought a sigh of relief from the twins. Before the old black man left to retrieve the girl from the basement room, he made a suggestion to the twins about how they might add some more information to what he had already accumulated.

       They were thrilled to be part of this investigation and quickly agreed to the plan. Tomorrow there would be a falling out between them in Carl's presence, with Angela overpowering her sibling and putting her in cuffs. She would ask the youth for his help in punishing her sister for being insolent towards not only herself but him and his sister, claiming they were unworthy to become family members because they were too weak. If Carl rose to the bait, Hecate would be in for some wild times before Walter rescued her from their clutches. 

       To be on the safe side, both twins would be wearing their custom made catchers' mitts. These diaphragms had been used successfully ever since they turned thirteen, and originally had been made as a birthday gift that was put to work that very day and on various and sundry occasions ever since. They were refitted every six months and naturally there was no exchange of money, just twin twat for new catchers' mitts.

       That night the twins cozied up to each other and had a mini-celebration of sorts under the covers, enjoying the taste of each other's flesh, something they did more often than their master knew. On the other hand, Walter had ferreted them out over a year ago, going so far as to make tapes of their private activities. For his silence on the matter, they paid tribute in the form of firm female flesh, not too often, but enough to keep all parties fairly well satisfied with the arrangement. It had been some time since he brought out the original tapes and watched them while the twins took turns getting him off by means of their warm, wet mouths and flickering tongues, along with their hot, moist twats that felt like churns of melted butter to their old faithful retainer.

       Bright and early the next morning they roused a sleeping Carl from his slumbers, cuffed him and took the lad to the bathroom for his morning ablutions. The twins bickered back and forth in his presence and went so far as to give him a large cold water enema,  not a usual part of his routine. Hecate playing the role of the bad twin cackling at his discomfort, while Angela spent her time fondling his limp sex organ and dangling testicles. This was the Carl they originally thought they knew. Just to be sure Hecate took the liberty of squeezing his scrotum viciously and within seconds had started a response that yielded a fairly impressive erection despite the chilling effect of the enema.

       Walter had put both new family members on strict diets, very small portions of healthful foods twice a day. After voiding and taking a cold shower he was marched, still dripping, to the small dining room off the kitchen. When he inquired where his sister was, the twins shrugged and said only Walter knew the answer to that. If truth be told, they would have wagered some serious money that Lilith and Walter were spending some quality time in his bedroom. It was fairly evident from what they had heard going on in room B that Walter was quite taken with the new female flesh, even if it was out of shape and still significantly repressed.

       After breakfast they marched their captive to Room A to continue what they were doing before dinner last night. They quickly had him up on the table and strapped down securely. Hecate did the honors, tying off his scrotum and attaching it firmly to the table. Now they prepared to use the various candidate implements on his vulnerable and most sensitive testicles. They took turns whacking his scrotum until it was swollen to half again its original size. While one pounded his balls, the other manipulated his cock and found it responsive thanks to the constant pain being delivered to his family jewels.

       Hecate escalated matters by removing her white cotton panties and displaying her neaty trimmed pubic mound with those cute cunt lips peeking through the golden tendrils that grew all around that girl gash. Like a little monkey she climbed up onto the table and settled her private parts down against Carl's face, wiggling her cute butt until she was satisfied that Carl's face was precisely molded to the entrance of her tight teen twat. He needed no instructions, his fat tongue instantly going to work on her warm pebbled flesh, worming its way inside her cunt and starting to drain all the girl goo that she began to dispense.

       Angela was the one who made the tumblers click, sucking the head of his semihard dick at the same time she applied steady pressure to his balls by squeezing them. Carl began fucking her mouth as she kept at him. Meanwhile her sibling was enjoying some of the best pussy eating she'd experienced to date. That young man really knew his way around a girl's pussy and environs. After a couple of minutes of frantic suctioning and squeezing Carl's balls until they threatened to burst, he gave Angela a taste of what was churning away inside his scrotum. There was so much of it, that she started blowing snot bubbles of cum. Hecate had a bird's eye view of the goings-on and she urged Carl to drown her sister with his spendings. That started the cat fight.

       Hecate accused her sister of hogging Carl's cock all to herself. Words went back and forth and the level of acrimony grew rapidly. Suddenly Hecate launched her bare body at her surprised sister and the two of them began rolling around on the floor, shouting and pulling each other's hair. Angela finally got the upper hand and began choking her sibling who struggled mightily but soon passed out from lack of enough air to continue. Quick as a wink Angela got to her feet and grabbed a pair of cuffs that  just happened to be haning from the table on which Carl was secured. Moments later Hecate was her captive and Carl looked on with his mouth wide and his eyes big as saucers.

       It took all of a minute or two for Angela to give Carl the phony story they had concocted last night, and seconds for Carl to buy it totally. When she hinted that she might free him if he'd help her discipline Hecate, his cock started to harden and his face grew hard. For a time the twin wondered if she was doing the right thing. Carl certainly wasn't looking like a wimp at this moment. Mentally crossing her fingers she freed the teenager from his bonds and stepped back.

       In no time at all, an "unconscious" Hecate was strapped down to the table, her ankles locked into the stirrups and thighs spread wide.

       "Nothing like a good prodding to show this little cock teaser who is in charge," Carl said in a voice that was positively venomous.

       Now it was Angela's turn to gape at him with her eyes big as plates, no less. She was hoping that Walter was in the vicinity, because in his current state of mind there was no stopping Carl just by herself. Her "co-conspirator" hopped up on the table and rammed his hard cock into Hecate's tight pussy, driving the air from her lungs and forcing her eyes open.

       There was no doubt that Walter was right about Carl. The weakling was acting like some beast of the jungle and was going to have her sister for his meal here and now. Angela wailed as he proceeed to pound her sister's pussy into a swollen mass of pain and randomly firing synapses that sent mixed signals to her brain and other nearby organs. Poor Hecate was in a world of hurt and howling like a banshee, while Angela stood there wringing her hands in dismay.

       It was Walter to the rescue. He burst into the room and ordered Carl to cease and desist in no uncertain terms. The fact that the old retainer was also waving a pistol did wonders towards coaxing the teen who stopped his assault in mid-stroke, as Hecate heaved a sigh of relief and also made a mental note to cultivate this young tiger once he settled down and became a member of the family. It might take many months before he was housebroken, but she could wait. Who knows, she might get the opportunity to assist in his training?

                                 ( To be continued - rolf palsy )