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Mike noted that the town wasn't very large, but it would provide their needs. Most residents stopped to stare at the twin brothers and guessed they were the new owners of the foreclosed ranch. Mike and Sam avoided any questions and proceeded to shop for supplies. An hour later they started back to the house.
"How soon before the guards get here?" asked Mike.
"Depends on how fast the barracks and guard station get built. I'll make a call when we get back to make sure everything is on schedule," said Sam.
Mike nodded his head as he looked out the window, contemplating his plans. "What about the perimeter fence?"
"I also contracted it with the same builders. It'll go up along with everything else," said Sam. Sam kept glancing over at his brother while driving. "What are you thinking about?"
Mike gave a sigh, "Too many things at one time. I'll let you know when I've worked it out."
Sam laughed. "Just like when we were kids?"
Mike joined his laughter. "Yeah, we got into some pretty big trouble, but we always had each other. Thanks, Sam."
They continued the drive in relative quiet each absorbed in his own thoughts. Mike was thinking of Angela and what he would need to do and Sam was thinking of Cindy. Mike turned to Sam when they spotted a truck in the drive at the house. They pulled in beside it and exited.
A small man climbed out of the truck, "Mr. Lawson?"
Sam had a serious expression on his face, "Which one?"
"Samuel Lawson. I'm Irving Brown from the Simon & Sons office. I wanted to discuss where you want everything placed. I hope you don't mind, but we're ahead of schedule and would like to get started tomorrow. Maybe we can go inside and discuss it?"
Sam stared intently at the man. "I do not do business without appointments. Tomorrow morning at 9 am will be more appropriate."
"Ah ... Yes sir. I'll come back tomorrow then. Sorry I disturbed you," said Irving as he jumped back into his truck and pulled out.
Sam looked over at Mike who was pulling two bags out of the back seat. "I'll make sure the doors are locked and security is on while they're here."
Mike nodded his approval, proceeding up the steps and into the house, followed closely by Sam. He placed the bags on the floor and went into the kitchen. Ellen was preparing dinner and began to kneel at their appearance.
"Finish dinner Ellen; I just need a glass," said Mike.
Ellen went to one of the cabinets, pulled out a glass and handed it to Mike. Sam stayed with Ellen while Mike went upstairs.
Mike retrieved one of the bags and went up to the door to Cindy's room. He set the bag on the floor in the hallway, removed a plastic bottle then unlocked the door and looked inside. Angela was curled in a ball on the bed shaking. He walked in, shutting the door behind him, placed the glass and bottle on the night stand and sat beside her on the bed.
"Angela," he said, gently pushing the hair from her face so he could look into her eyes.
Angela felt his presence, but was unable to make her mouth work. She opened it, but no words came out. Her tongue felt thick and swollen. 'What's wrong with me?' she questioned herself. She focused her eyes and sought out his to find the answer. His eyes were not the angry or impassive ones of late, but the ones she remembered from before.
Mike gently stroked the side of her face. "You're sick Angela. I need you to drink something to get some fluids back into your body."
Angela nodded her head in understanding. She watched as Master Michael poured some liquid in a glass and brought it to her lips.
"Sips only," he said.
She took small sips which seemed to help calm her a bit, but she was still shaking. Angela looked up into his eyes again, "Dying?"
Mike smiled gently at her as he would a sick child. "No. You're just dehydrated and probably malnourished as well. Do you remember when you ate last before here?"
Angela closed her eyes thinking. "Three ... days ... sting." Her words were barely a whisper.
Mike set the glass back down on the stand and gently cuddled her against his shoulder. Five days without food would weaken anyone. Her body was still shaking and he saw the strain on her face. "Angela, look at me." She weakly tilted her head back and opened her eyes. "You're still fighting your body aren't you?"
"Must ... not ... fail you ... again," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut tightly.
"Angela, I'm ordering you to cum!" he spoke sternly. His hand traveled down her welts inciting the pain he knew she needed. He fucked her pussy hard with two fingers while his thumb roughly massaged her clit. "Cum!!!" he yelled a second time. Angela's scream was barely audible as her orgasm wracked through her body, flooding his hand with her juices. When her body finally stilled, he removed his hand and wiped it on the blanket. He was able to get more liquid into her before she fell back asleep. He left, shutting the door behind him and locking it again.
"How is she?" Sam asked, standing on the landing.
Mike sighed heavily. "I managed to get half a glass of liquid into her as well as bringing her to orgasm. She was still fighting not to have one. I need Ellen to fix broths for her; she's not eaten in five days. It's going to be a long night. She'll stay in this room until she's well."
"And Cindy?" asked Sam.
"I have plans for her, but not tonight. Have Ellen fix a tray for her; one sick sub is enough to handle at a time," said Mike. "I need something to eat. How long before dinner is ready?"
"Probably a couple of hours yet," said Sam. "I know you punished Cindy today, but I'd like her this evening. I don't want her to get comfortable thinking this is all that's going to happen to her."
"Go ahead, but have Ellen fix me a sandwich to tide me over until dinner. I'll bring up what I need." Mike walked down the stairs, retrieved the other bag, climbed back up the stairs and stopped long enough to pick up the one he had set on the floor. He looked momentarily at the locked door before carrying them to his room.
Sam went to the kitchen to give Ellen her orders, informed her that the contractors would there the following morning, that he was going downstairs and she wasn't to disturb him.
He went downstairs and opened the room, stepped inside and sealed the door. He was still angry over Cindy's actions; felt he had been too lenient with her. He walked over to her cage and looked at her without speaking. He opened the cage door letting the silence hang in the air.
When Cindy saw the door of the room opening, she immediately knelt in her cage. She watched as the feet of her Master approached, but he didn't say anything. Her heart raced with fear; as the silence grew, so did her terror. The door to the cage silently opened.
"Get out here," said Sam in a cold, harsh voice.
Cindy quickly crawled out and knelt at his feet.
Sam grabbed her hair and forced her to look into his angry eyes. "My brother is distracted tonight, so I will further your punishment. You made me look bad in his eyes. I told him I trained you well for him, and now, you not only defied him, but angered me as well. Now you will find that I can be more sadistic than he is."
Sam didn't give any orders. He flipped her on her back by her hair, using it to drag her over to one of the tables in the room.
With her hair firmly grasped, he pulled her up and onto the table. Once her wrists were secured, he brought her legs up toward her head and secured them in place. The table was tilted to give him complete access to her ass.
He went over to the chair and removed his clothes. He stared at her welt covered body and smiled. "The organization told me a few things to use for severe punishment specifically for you. I didn't think I would ever get to use them ... until tonight."
Cindy's eyes widened and she struggled in her restraints. "Please, Master Samuel, I'll be good. Please don't use them!"
He laughed cruelly at her pleas and ignored them. He went to the sink and started the preparations for an enema. When Cindy saw what he was doing, she started to struggle harder against her bindings. The bag was placed on a pole stand and rolled over to the table. He lubed the bulbous head and shoved it into her ass. Pushing harder, he smiled as he felt it pass her ring and then he inflated it so it would not come back out. He released the stopper and watched as the liquid poured into her body.
Cindy struggled anew as she felt the water surge into her passage. She felt her abdomen extend and then begin to cramp. She felt the urge to release her bowels.
Sam brought over and extra-large butt plug that he had lubed. He deflated the catheter, removed it quickly and inserted the plug. Cindy screamed loudly as he rammed it into her ass and begged again, to no avail. He brought the table level and released her; she staggered as he brought her over to the spreader bars. She was attached and hoisted up to stand on her toes.
Sam went to the wall behind her and then came back. "I've been too easy on you," and he smack her ass with a paddle. Cindy screamed from both the force of the blow and the mounting pressure within her bowels. "You got lazy and content." SMACK. "You'll regret the day you dared to defy any Master." SMACK.
Sam continued to paddle Cindy until both cheeks were dark red. Then he went to the cabinet and took out a jar. "Do you want some cream for your sore ass?" Cindy was scared to agree, but nodded that she did. At first it felt good and seemed to cool her inflamed cheeks, but then it started to heat up. She was wriggling from the pain caused by the cream.
Sam applied the Icy/Hot to her cheeks and then stepped away to watch. He loved the way her breasts and newly pierced nipples bounced. He opened a drawer and brought out some weights. He walked over and showed them to Cindy, "If you don't stand still and take your punishment, I will add to it."
Cindy couldn't stop moving because of the pain on and in her ass. Sam attached the weights and watched them sway and tug her nipples down. Cindy was alternately screaming and begging, each movement causing searing pain in her nipples. Sam stood and stroked his hard cock listening to her screams. He had wanted to do this to that other slut. The one his brother still cared about it seems; didn't know if Mike would let him now.
Cindy's ass cheeks finally calmed down enough for her to quit moving. "Please Master Samuel, please. I've got to go to the bathroom. Please let me go."
Sam smiled and started to flick the weights dangling from her rings. "We're not done yet. I'll let you release your bowels, but it means more weight on your nipples. If I take the weights off your nipples, then you stay plugged all night. Which is it slut?!"
