8 comments/ 28328 views/ 7 favorites Etienne and Monique Ch. 01 By: TrogCPWS [Author's Note: The story of Etienne and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. This is not a "Wham!-Bam!-thank-you-ma'am!" story and as such it takes a short while to pick up to speed so to speak. Please bear with it, the nookie will come. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental.] -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Essence of lust -------------------------------------------------- Etienne was a noticeable inch taller than her sister Monique. Their torsos melded together at the trunk of their bodies, leading down to two well toned legs. They shared the lower half of their body from just above the navel down, but above their belly buttons they were two distinct and individual characters, despite looking identical in every other respect. Etienne and Monique were in quaint old terms, Siamese Twins. More specifically they were ischio-omphalopagus conjoined twins and far from hating their lives, they reveled in their uniqueness. But as though being siamese twins was not enough, the universe sought to add another rarity to their existence, they were also albino. Their hair was like flax, almost a pure white. It glowed in sunlight, an almost translucent platinum. They both wore their hair in sharp, European bobs. Their eyes were a swirling mix of blues and pinks, changing colour slightly depending on the light. In front of the mirror they raced to get ready for the party. They were both visibly stressed out. Their albino, powder-pink skin had reddened in frustration at each other. All four eyes were mildly bloodshot which just served to enhance the pink/blue colour of their irises. With the exception of a single pair of cotton panties they were naked. Just above the seam at the top of their underwear was a hint of a tattoo in the form of a yin-yang. A private joke they shared. "Oh good god not this again!" Etienne bawled at her sister. She lifted the lacy brassiere from the top drawer and tossed it nonchalantly onto the bed. "It's not fair," Monique protested. "When we disagree, you always get your way!" She added. They stood in front of the mirror arguing at their respective reflections. "That's because when we disagree about doing something the other doesn't want to do, the polite default should be to not do it." Etienne added, matter-of-factly. "And you always come up with such hair-brained ideas sis'." She continued in a scalding tone. "It's just not fair!" Monique stuttered as her eyes began to tear up. Etienne's anger calmed, she did not want to see her sister this way especially on a night of celebration. After all, that which affected one always affected the other. Etienne felt sad for her sister, but found it hard to explain her own passions. Every time in the past she had tried, she just baulked and abandoned the idea. The pair of them walked over to the bed, but the journey was a little drunken as the emotions had made Monique lose concentration. When they failed to collaborate whilst walking they could easily fall over and had done on numerous occasions in the past. Monique blubbed "I can't help that I'm gay, but how am I ever going to be happy if you won't let me date girls." This was the truth of it, the ongoing conflict. Etienne had not told Monique of her own preferences, she kept her kinks to herself. She had always objected to the idea of her sister sleeping with women, albeit lightly, so as to not offend, though she never fully explained why and it was not because of the women, nor the sex. The sisters shared genitals, but not sexuality that much was obvious. It was not that the sight of other naked women turned Etienne off, rather it did nothing for her in itself. Men's physiques made both Monique and Etienne cringe. Etienne always just changed the subject never fully explaining her reasons and Etienne only made things worse when she mentioned how beautiful some of the women they had met were, it was like she was teasing her sister. For Etienne there was just an empty void where sexuality should be and she had not been able to put it into words that Monique could understand. She just skirted around the subject, leaving Monique frustrated and in dire need of some finger time. Etienne pondered the problem whilst comforting her sister. "We have each other sis'." Etienne whispered calmly to her sister, expecting this to ease her. With renewed anger Monique straightened herself up, rubbed her eyes and shouted "Exactly! You've already had sex too many times to count with another woman, it just happened to be me!" The logic was inescapable, but it just served to give Etienne a headache. After Monique's outburst the pair of them managed to regain their composure, apologise to one another and get dressed. They agreed to talk it over at some point in the near future but focus on their parents' celebration this evening. Etienne drew her sister close for a soothing hug, a much needed apology for the difficulty they shared. Monique's frustration was only truly calmed when Etienne provided her sister and herself with some finger therapy on their shared vulva. It always served to calm Monique down and served as a bonus for Etienne, as she was not entirely against a good finger fuck session. The rushed order of it however meant that they had not prepared themselves properly. As Etienne and Monique both orgasmed, and as had happened so often in the past, their individual cervical muscles contracted and burst forth a shower of female ejaculate through their shared vagina. It was an inconveniently timed drenching of their undergarments and the bed, which forced them to rush a change of stockings and panties before the party started. -=#=- The evening in question was a double celebration. Julian; Etienne and Monique's father, had just landed a lucrative engineering contract, manufacturing fuselages for a new military helicopter. Their entire family was linked with the aerospace industry in one form or another, a successful business with many perks for the two girls. The sisters both had pilot's licenses and were fully expected to join the family business once they had completed university. The other part of the celebration was that the following week the pair of them would begin their gap year by heading to Japan, something which they had both looked forward to for some time. To add to the drama of the evening, the idea was that Julian would escort Ophelia, their mother, down the sweeping staircase of their home and greet the guests with a grand flair that some might consider ostentatious. A few moments later Etienne and Monique would do the same. Fortunately the girls knew most of the guests and had done for several years. Very few of the guests would not have seen the sisters before, but all guests had been briefed about Etienne and Monique's unique appearance. The girls predicted that there would be a few stares and likely some inappropriate comments from turned heads, but it was likely it would all be polite. As with everything in the Beauclerc family, everything had been planned meticulously right down to the finest detail. To prepare people, the invites had been issued with a family photograph, but nothing could have fully prepared the guests for Etienne and Monique's theatrical entrance.Both girls had a flair for the dramatic and they used their albino white hair as the inspiration for everything they styled; from their bedroom design to their clothing. As Etienne and Monique came into view on the stairs, onlookers applauded. Any gasps of shock were covered by gasps of impressed wonder. They wore a white, floor length asymmetrical gown laced with silver sequins and swarovski crystals. Their upper torsos were draped in two types of material. Etienne's was a crisp, layered and pleated satin and Monique's was a soft chintz with lines of silver thread running through it. As the tops of the dress merged, so too did the materials, intertwining as they ran to the hem. One side of the dress was split and revealed some infeasibly high-heeled mules that gave the sisters a tiptoe gait and a racy hint of white fishnet stockings with a seam running up the back.The sisters gracefully stepped down the stairs, Etienne clutching the handrail to their right and Monique playfully fluttering her white lace fan. Although their recent, heated conversation was fresh in their minds it would be sidelined for the moment. Monique remained calm as they both still felt the subtle buzz of recent orgasm. Externally the scene would not have been out of place in a period play were it not for their incomparable visage. As they neared the bottom of the staircase Monique caught a glimpse of one of the waitresses handing out vol au vents on a platter, she had long silken black hair tied in a bun. As well as being quite shapely she was beautiful. The girl's face was fairly flat with a tiny button nose and manga-esque, large eyes accentuated by large, but not chavvy, false eyelashes. Monique could not help but notice the waitress's large breasts straining at her uniform and her eyes locked onto the soft curve of the girl's cleavage. Monique lost concentration momentarily causing the girls to 'Clack!' down one of the steps of the staircase clumsily. The serving girl turned away from the guest she was serving to look straight at Monique and Etienne. Soon after Monique began to cry once more as she and her sister saw the girl mouth the words "Fucking freaky." to another passing waitress. The girls lost control of their walk completely as Monique just wanted to run back up stairs. Their father took a couple of steps towards the girls not having witnessed what had upset Monique. Etienne gave him a look that said 'Let me deal with this.' and the sisters walked over to the waitress who was now glancing at the floor and blushing profusely, realising her faux pas. Monique could not look the girl in the face, but Etienne leant forward and hissed in her ear "If you want to keep your job you will follow us now!". The waitress understood the weight of the mistake she had made. She nodded nervously, red faced and handed her platter to the nearest waiter fully expecting to be given her marching orders. The three girls walked into a side room just off from the hall and Etienne closed the door behind them. "Sit!" Said Etienne forcibly to the waitress, who spent the whole time staring at the floor. "Look at us!" Etienne shouted defiantly. "Your insult was nothing new, we've heard it all before." "I so sorry mademoiselle I didn't think." Whimpered the waitress in a thick Parisian accent. "Sis' I think we should just forget about this, its just making things worse." Monique said, having calmed a little but with her cheeks still damp from tears. "No sis'! I saw how you looked at her, you thought she was sexy, she doesn't seem so sexy now does she?" To this the waitress looked dazed. "And she might as well have kicked you in the teeth with what she said." The waitress shook her head as if trying to clear an invisible fog. Her expression turned to that of severe regret. Returning her attention to the waitress Etienne spoke in a forced whispering snarl "If you want to make it up to my sister you'll spend all night looking after her every need." Etienne spoke with authority, but realised in that instant how suggestive her comment may have come across. Embarrassed she amended herself. "That is to say that you will get her drinks, food, pick up anything she drops and so on for the rest of the evening." "I am sorry mademoiselle, I really am." The waitress said sincerely, her own eyes now welling with tears. "Well, that's a start. Now hurry back to the hall, we've already made a scene," Etienne growled as the waitress shuffled toward the door. "And fetch us a champagne, my sister is thirsty." "Oui miss, of course miss." Said the waitress backing out of the room hurriedly. When she got to the door and began to turn the handle Etienne added one last thing. "And unbutton your blouse, my sister likes a nice view." The waitress gulped, paused for a moment to consider her options. She looked Etienne in the eyes and sniffed, her eyes reddened but wide with shock. Etienne returned her gaze with a smirk and the waitress's expression turned to one of almost delighted realisation that she was being given a chance to redeem herself, but at what cost? Before leaving the room the young girl undid one button on her blouse. Making a point of showing the sisters of her understanding. At least she seemed game thought Etienne. Etienne nodded in aloof satisfaction and the waitress returned to the hall. There was a brief uncomfortable silence, then the sisters broke into hysterics when they were at last alone despite the remaining tell-tale streak of tears down Monique's cheeks. "If you really want her then I'll help. But I want some of my own fun too." "But I couldn't bear to sleep with a man, who did you see in that room that has you excited?" Monique drew in a deep breath before adding "Are you thinking of knocking me out whilst you..." She paused, "You know, do it?" Etienne glared at her sister. "We've been together for twenty years and you still haven't worked out what pushes my buttons?" "That's because you never tell me." Monique responded with pitiful frustration. "You put the curtain down on the bed and I hear you reading, then I feel warm and fuzzy down there, but you never tell me what you're reading and you won't let me peek." Etienne rolled her eyes. This was embarrassing to her but also exciting. She had no other secrets from her sister. It was practically impossible for them to keep secrets from each other yet she had managed to do so for this one thing and for a very long time. Monique knew that this was something big, for a few years now her sister had received brown paper packages, she would keep them in her combination locked locker under the bed. Etienne only opened the locker and the packages when the two of them were separated by the bed curtain. This was their moment of privacy from each other and they both respected that. But still, the secrecy and the mystery of what went on at those times frustrated Monique to hell. "Before we go back out there I have to know that you won't tell another soul." Etienne demanded of her sister. "Of course sis', anything? I understand." Monique pleaded. "I doubt that, but anyway," Etienne took a deep breath. "Don't be grossed out." Etienne added. "Just tell me!" Monique demanded, the level of frustration was intense. "Okay, okay! I am not turned on by sex, well except when you're turned on of course, then I can't escape it." "Spit it out!" Monique snarled whilst trying to keep her voice down. "I'm kinda more into bondage and stuff." Etienne said straight faced. Monique went quiet. Etienne and Monique Ch. 02 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. This is not a "Wham!-Bam!-thank-you-ma'am!" story and as such it takes a short while to pick up to speed so to speak. Please bear with it, the nookie will come. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental.] ------------------------------------------ Chapter 2: Alabaster ------------------------------------------ "Pffft!" Monique tried desperately to stifle her giggles, but Etienne's reaction of lowering her head stopped her dead. "You're serious aren't you?" Monique said with genuine sympathy, concerned that her laughing may have upset her sister. "Yes, very serious. When you're asleep and I see your dirty magazines," "Hey!" Monique interrupted, "I keep them very clean." "Not all of them, that arty contortionist one with all the tattoos has half the pages wrinkled with juice!" "Oh god don't sis', I'm getting wet just thinking about that one." Etienne scowled and began again, this time emphasising each word. "When I see your magazines, they do little for me." She drew a deep breath. "All those girls playing with themselves in various states of undress and I get nothing." This was obviously a big revelation for Monique. "I looked at some rude pictures online of guys and again I felt nothing. It wasn't until I found this site with this lovely tall domme tying up her victims using knots and leather straps that I felt any kind of excitement. Oh there was one thing involving a horse, but I'm not going down that route ever." "I should think not!" Monique added with a start. Monique apologised for interrupting then prompted her sister to continue. "It was quite sexy though," Etienne added wistfully. "A horse's penis is really quite a sight, I wouldn't mind at least trying it once." Etienne added with a dream-like look in her eyes. Monique blinked, held her mouth open wide and could not quite figure out what to say to her sister next. These were all quite big revelations. "HAHA, the look on your face!" Etienne said finally, but she spluttered and giggled revealing that she was only winding her sister up. "I don't know why I'm wired this way, but I do know what excites me now and I have learnt a lot about the psychology of it and the art of it." "C'mon, we'd better get back in before daddy sends a search party." Monique tugged at her sister's arm. The girls began walking toward the door and Monique turned to Etienne, guiding her face to hers with the soft touch of her fingers. "It looks like we may find a common ground after all sis'. If you can't find happiness in what excites me, then maybe we'll do what we always do." "Oh? What's that?" Etienne tilted her head with an expression of considered curiosity. "We'll compromise, I'll learn your way but you'll need to teach me." With that Etienne's expression lifted to an excited glow. All this time she was worried that she would freak her sister out with this little secret; she should have known that Monique, naiive though she was sometimes, would be considerate and understanding. More than that, she should have known that her sister would figure out some way of getting her own way. "Always stronger together." They said in unison, turning the door handle and rejoining the throng in the hall. A few moments passed by as Julian, concerned by their absence and confused by the possible reasons behind it, was placated by the girls who explained that it was nothing that he should worry about and that the problem had been dealt with. Julian was confused but he doted on the girls and was easy to convince. By now the guests were mingling and the noise level had reached a clamour of chatter that meant anyone more than two feet away from each other could not be heard above the din. The girls were stood on their own, something that they were used to. Unseen by them, the pretty waitress ogled them from a distance. Her genuine sorrow at her instinctive reaction caused her stomach to sink, but she passed through her mind what Etienne had said and the unexpected excitement brought on a familiar warm tingling between her thighs. She took in a deep breath, checked and adjusted her cleavage and strode toward them with a platter of two flutes of champagne. Apart from close family, few guests knew how to approach the sisters. They knew that there would always be some social stigma about their appearance. They had learned to deal with it. Those few who took time out to make small talk with them, were always the more tried and trusted friendships. Etienne prodded her sister in the side as the waitress approached with a silver platter sporting glasses of vintage Bollinger. "Un verre de champagne pour la maîtresse." The little waitress said, holding the platter steadily. The waitress's demeanour had changed, she was now calm and efficient in her role. "In English please." Etienne demanded. "Oui...yes mademoiselle...er...miss," The waitress tripped nervously over her words. "A glass champagne for mistress." The words rolled off the waitress's tongue with her thick Parisian accent again, which had a profound effect on Etienne the moment the 'm' word was spoken. Monique clutched the glass and felt a tingling sensation in their shared genitals, her head snapped sideways to look at her sister and with an exchange of glances she understood what had triggered Etienne's sudden arousal. "What is your name?" Etienne asked the waitress calmly. "Moi? Errr, I am called Veronique mistress, err miss." "Well Veronique, please undo another button, my sister is not getting a good enough view, and if you could please stick to mistress, miss is far too patronising." "Oui mistress." The petite girl said, deftly balancing the silver tray she uncoupled another button. The word 'mistress' caused a beautifully squidgy sensation between the twins' thighs that grew more intense from Monique's perspective as the waitress undid her blouse. "How much are you getting paid for this evening?" Etienne quizzed the girl. "I am paid quite well mistress, two 'undred euros for ze evening." Her accent was delightfully heavy as she forced the words out in English. "Oh I think not!" Etienne said shaking her head. The girl looked quite annoyed for a moment and made a move to do up her buttons, turn tail and walk, but Etienne stopped her by brushing her hand to regain her attention. "If you do well and keep this up we'll double your pay, you are going a long way to redeeming yourself Veronique." Veronique's eyes widened and her mouth opened, it was obvious she was mulling this all over as quite a lot had happened in just a few minutes. It was enough to set anyone's head spinning, but the proposition had other implications. "I am no prostitute mistress." She said with hushed tones. "Prostitutes do it because they can find no other way of making money, get a kick out of it or they don't have a choice." Etienne said matter-of-factly. "You'll get four hundred euros for serving and whatever you decide to do when the guests have left is purely up to you, do you understand?" "Oui mistress." Veronique said with a bright, beaming smile. "Now there may be other little requests, you cannot refuse or the deal shall be broken, do you understand?" Etienne said with authority. "Oui mistress." Came Veronique's prompt response. "For now, I would like you to rub our bottom as you leave, please grasp the left cheek firmly, it's my sister's, I can sort of feel it, but she has control of it." This was unexpected for Veronique, she blushed and hesitated. "Send the maitre d over to us now please." Etienne said finally. "Oui mistress." Veronique said with enthusiasm, her eyes had lit up at the new prospect, as she felt she had found herself in a win-win situation. Although there were complications to this unusual agreement, at this time she could see no negative aspects to it. After all, the sisters were quite stunning. Veronique decided to approach Etienne's request with enthusiasm. So what if the girls were a little bit unusual, she had done worse jobs. Getting home after long hours with a bruised backside from all the lecherous old men pinching it. At least the girls were pretty, even if they were attached to each other and it was not as though she had not slept with other women. Monique had kept quiet during this conversation, not because she had nothing to say, but because every time she leaned forward to add a comment her eyes were distracted by Veronique's ample bust which was one popper away from introducing itself to the rest of the room. Monique tried not to stare, but her eyes were scanning the taut material trying desperately to find where Veronique's nipples were. Nipple position was very important to Monique, who became increasingly excited when she discovered that they jutted up and seemed to be quite proud already. Following Etienne's instruction the serving girl walked around the girls and playfully grasped their left buttock. The waitress was enthusiastic and with a quick and intuitive shift of her hand, she pressed a finger into the cleft, lightly pressing into the girls' shared anus. The action was received with a purring sound from Monique who then leaned toward the girl and said "Thank you." Softly in her ear. The girls waited for a minute or two after Veronique left before Monique spoke up. "Wow sis' what did you just do?" Monique could not disguise the huge grin she had on her face. The combined excitement of the two of them, for differing reasons, caused them both to become extremely excited. "I think we might be getting laid tonight sister dearest, but we need to work on her a little more. She unbuttoned the first button without question, that showed that she was not only open-minded, but also willing to take orders." Monique nodded attentively to what Etienne was saying, whilst watching the little serving girl's hips sway as she crossed the room toward the kitchen door. Her partial state of undress was not noticed by most of the guests she passed. Monique was not unaffected by events and both girls could feel the buzz in their loins as well as the slight tingle of juice gathering between the soft folds of flesh. Etienne continued "The second button proved that she is a little bit rebellious, and may be both extrovert or an exhibitionist and open to suggestion. Certainly it shows that she is a very sexual person, which is why I added the bribe and the risk of it being lost should she disobey." Monique murmured in delighted understanding. "She's already yours sister. She just doesn't know it yet." Etienne said finally, to which Monique practically creamed herself. "Oh god!" Monique blurted nervously. "What if I'm lousy in bed? What if I can't satisfy her? What if she's only doing it for the money?" Monique exclaimed. "Calm down sis'," Etienne demanded with hushed tones. Etienne drew a deep breath, concerned that her next words would inflate her sister's ego beyond measurable proportions. "You don't need to worry sister, you at least have magic fingers and have never failed to excite me." Monique's spirit lifted at those words. Her sister had never explicitly stated how good her technique was before. This was truly an evening of revelations. "For now I am getting my excitement from this part sister, manipulating and driving someone beyond their comfort zone, that is where I am going to get my kicks." "Her nipples were hard sis'." Monique added. "Oh? Looking that closely were you?" Etienne jibed. The smirk and reddening of Monique's cheeks gave away that she had hit the right note. The two of them giggled, but toned it down as the maître d approached. "En chantē Mesdemoiselles 'ow can Jacques be of service to you this fine evening?" The maître d was a rotund gentleman with a finely trimmed black beard strikingly well groomed. He smelled of lavender and cinnamon and took great pride in his work. The girls knew him well as they often dined at the restaurant where he usually worked. He was a lovely man, that outside of social events they affectionately called 'Uncle J'. Etienne motioned for Monique to leave the talking to her. Monique understood, it was this part that was all hers. "The young girl called Veronique is on a special mission, a little bit of fun for the evening you could say." Etienne began. "Oh? 'Ow delightful, Jacques enjoys a good game, so 'ow can moi assist?" "She has a couple of her buttons undone." "Merdre! I shall stop zat tute suite." "No, no, no!" Etienne cried hurriedly. "That is a part of the game Jacques and why we asked to speak with you." At this point Monique was curious as to how Etienne was going to convince the worldly wise maître d to allow one of his staff to remain inappropriately dressed. "It is an experiment in psychology, we are curious as to how quickly the guests will make a complaint. If someone complains we shall own up to the little game and the winner gets a prize. But your staff cannot say a thing, not to Veronique, not to the guests and certainly not to my parents." With this Jacques face scrunched up and his eyes flicked from side to side as he cogutated this unusual request. "There may be other things she will need to do, but none of the staff can comment, or stop her. For this little game here is some incentive to spread between the troops." Etienne opened up her purse which had been secreted in the cruck of the twins' dress and handed over six hundred euros. Uncle J considered this bizarre request for a few moments before finally saying "It is confusing, but I shall do as you ask. Jacques De Manne is nothing if not a lover of a good game." Jacques turned on his heels with balletic ease and strolled back toward the kitchen, gesturing to the waiting staff and explaining to each in turn as he went, dolling out the money to each in turn. Etienne knew that they would not query it, the staff were always well paid at her father's soirées. Money has quite an effect to persuade serving staff who are generally poorly salaried and the bonus would assist greatly. "So what's next sis'?" Monique asked her sister, her eyes bright with the thrill. "Next you get her to do lots of little things. Once she's comfortable with saying 'yes' and has said 'yes' all evening she'll not be able to say 'no'. Get her to feed you grapes, that should do for a start." The evening continued with idle banter, a few introductions and the occasional mishap with glasses or food. Nothing unexpected. Etienne was right in thinking that no-one would complain about the inappropriately dressed serving girl, who stayed at Monique's side all evening. On one occasion Monique asked Veronique to fix her stocking clasp and ensure that the stocking was smooth all the way up her leg. Even Etienne had to bite her lip as Veronique put quite a lot of effort into ensuring everything was evenly spaced and sleek. The girl's petite hands were barely three quarters the size of the twins', but they were attentive and firm. As she finally clipped the clasp she lightly brushed their crotch with the back of her hand as she retracted. "Not too fast little one." Etienne said calmly, secretly dwelling on the beautiful sensation. "Pardon et moi Mistress." Veronique replied coyly. As the night wore on, guests began to leave. Engagements elsewhere, planes to catch, long journeys to complete. The girls had kissed their parents goodnight and saw off the last of the guests, including a rather drunk English engineer from their father's company who kept insisting he would drive, right up until his son bundled him into his Ferrari. The old coot was so excited to be in such a car that he completely abandoned his misplaced bravado and stupidity. Eventually the only people left were Etienne, Monique, Veronique and the maître d. The twins' parents bade them a goodnight and each kissed the girls on the forehead satisfied that the celebrations had gone well. Etienne dismissed Jacques with a fifty euro note tucked into his top pocket. He left, acknowledging their humorous but unfathomable little game as having been a success. Veronique had proven herself very obedient and more than eager to please. The three girls transferred to the drawing room where Etienne asked Veronique to pour them a glass of cognac each, including herself. The sisters sat on a specially designed armchair. A middle arm dropped down from the back of the chair once they had sat down that allowed both of them to rest their arms whilst sitting in the same seat. Opposite them, the petite waitress, whose bust-line was like a fleshy sunrise so eager to come up, sat back on a chair and supped nervously on her drink. "You've earned your six hundred euros, you can go now if you really want to." Etienne said to her nonchalantly. Monique's heart sank, convinced that the girl would leave. "B..but mademoiselle said four 'undred euro, not soix." "If you have not enjoyed this evening than you can leave with four hundred." Etienne responded. At this point Monique was confused. She did not understand that her sister was well versed in psychological manipulation, this act caused the girl to doubt herself, the doubt gave Etienne more power to influence the young waitress. "Mes non mistress. I 'ave enjoyed ze evening. I never enjoy serving, I do it because I 'ave to." Her voice was sincere. In the girl's eyes the two albino sisters could see that she was slightly uncomfortable, but the reason was not obvious. "I was really...'ow you say... inconsidéré." "Inconsiderate, it's not that different in English." Monique butted in. "Oui. You are lovely, sexy girls, but now I do not know what you want from me. I 'ave being in ze company of uzzer women before, but not when zey are mon superior. Now I am confused, zere are two of you and I am not sure I am 'appy about being wiz two women. Eet is confusing to moi." "Well we can't very well separate now can we?" Etienne teased. "No, no of course not. I 'ave been bad and I 'ope you see 'ow sorry I am." "Just understand we don't want pity, we don't accept it." Etienne said forcibly, scanning up and down the young girl's frame as she shivered nervously. "If you are happy to continue, let us know now." Etienne beckoned Veronique to them. Rising from her seat the last popper finally gave out on Veronique's uniform, showing the soft curves of her bust beneath as well as the slightest hint of lacy bra fabric. But she did not rush to cover herself, instead she paced towards the sisters removing and dropping the jacket on the floor. Monique gasped in approval and leaned forward to accept Veronique who, in turn, leaned forward and kissed Monique with her eyes closed. The sisters had their answer. Etienne took the opportunity for her own moment of enjoyment by slapping the unsuspecting girl square across her backside. Veronique flinched and made to withdraw, but Monique wrapped her hands around her waist and increased the enthusiasm behind the kiss which was met with equal intensity. The semi-naked waitress now stood bent forward over the girls, her lips locked with Monique whose kiss muffled the occasional whimper as Etienne spanked the girl twice more. Veronique surprised herself; she felt the familiar sensations of sexual excitement. The slight light-headedness of prolonged kissing, the delightful warmth in the stomach and the tell-tale tingling. "We should go upstairs. Veronique?" Etienne said, hoping that her actions had not crossed the boundary yet. "Oui mistress?" "Draw us a bath please, second door on the right at the top of the stairs. We shall be there in ten minutes. Add plenty of bubbles." Etienne commanded. Etienne and Monique Ch. 02 Veronique's expression had totally transformed from one of nervous confusion, to that of a cute and playfully coy excitement. "And strip to your underwear." Monique added with a mischievous smirk. Etienne chuckled as she said it. "Oui mistress!" Veronique replied exuberantly, but still with a hint of nervous guavering. She left the room with a new found enthusiasm. There was a brief delay, the sisters shared a moment of jubilation, punching the air and hugging each other not realising that Veronique had returned. Hurriedly they regained their composure. Veronique played it carefully, not revealing that she had seen anything. "Mesdemoiselles, is not the sir and lady of ze 'ouse still 'ere?" She quizzed with genuine concern, covering her breasts with one forearm. "Don't fret, they'll be brushing their teeth and getting in bed on the other side of the house." Monique stated nonchalantly, not wishing to regain the image of when the girls walked in on their parents engaged in bedroom gymnastics after another soiree. Veronique nodded, turned about and left. There was another pause before the girls continued with a moments celebration once more, this time more restrained. Etienne and Monique Ch. 03 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. This is not a "Wham!-Bam!-thank-you-ma'am!" story and as such it takes a short while to pick up to speed so to speak. Please bear with it, the nookie will come. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental.] -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3: Acceptance -------------------------------------------------- A few moments after Veronique had left, the girls were able to speak in privacy. The reality of events had overwhelmed them, things were moving at a rapid pace and neither of them wanted this wonderful experience to end. In the excitement they spoke over each other. "Wow sis' she's just beautiful. Is this too good to be true?" Monique vocally machine-gunned her enthusiasm. "I can't believe we lucked out so much, she is the perfect pet." Etienne enthused, her mind racing with thoughts as to how far she could push Veronique, and her sister for that matter. Both girls slowly absorbed what the other had said, Monique acknowledging her sister's comment with a raised eyebrow. As happened quite often when they spoke about different things at the same time, they had to determine who would speak first. Monique won the game of rocks, paper, scissors and spoke first. "I can still taste her lipstick, oh wow! You were right sis' she's totally open to you dominating her and she never batted an eyelid when you asked her to stay." Monique was still reliving that one simple exchange of intimacy. The sisters had kissed each other before, but it was not a common thing and they never did so whilst aroused. It was difficult enough separating what would be considered masturbation with what could be considered incest. So Monique's kiss with Veronique was her first truly impassioned kiss and the exhilaration was experienced vicariously by Etienne. Etienne was as stunned as her sister. In one evening she had not only revealed her taboo desires for the first time, she had experienced them. She was emboldened and lusted for more. "She's going to be getting ready, running the bath and undressing. We cannot push things too far, too fast." Etienne said with calculating concern. Etienne looked closely into her sister's beautiful pink eyes, they were glassy with lust and wide with expectation. She wondered how her own eyes appeared to her sister, were they as brazen and etched with passionate thoughts? Without a second thought Etienne leaned in and kissed her sister again full on the lips, which took Monique by surprise. This time their tongues began an unfamiliar dance that both enjoyed immensely. Breathing into each other as their bodies formed an ethereal ring; one body, becoming two, and then rejoining. A finger pressed into the vale below, through the silky cloth of their evening gown and the pressure increased downward momentarily. Both girls flinched at the sensation, but neither pulled away. The finger delved deep and the kiss became locked as all focus shifted to the slight movement of the hand. A fingertip moistened as dew seeped through the sheer gown and one hand was joined by another, clenching into the fabric, into the cleft. Movement increased, but first one hand then the other withdrew. There was the briefest pause as both girls panted breathlessly. "Oh wow!" Monique said finally gasping for air. "I really wanted you to frig us then, we've never done that before sis', does that mean we're committing incest?" Monique was flustered and the words came out slightly broken. "We can hold on, but no, who can call it incest when we have no choice but to share our snowy pussy." Etienne whispered to her sister, giving her sister a playful bite on her lower lip, tugging it slightly. "And I liked it too, we'll do more of that, but not now, we have a slave to exploit." "Race you to the top of the stairs!" Monique joked with her sister, glugging down the last of her cognac. The pair of them laughed at this, Monique always did have the quicker wit. They lifted the third arm of the chair and rose clumsily to their feet. Getting up was always a matter of momentum and finding a good centre of gravity as they were quite top heavy, despite their well developed leg muscles. Their inner arms wrapped around each other to pull their torsos together, something they had to do each time they stood up. Monique giggled. "What is it?" Etienne quizzed her sister. "Look." Replied Monique, pointing at their crotch. As well as the small damp patch, the cloth was still gathered within them where they had pressed enthusiastically. "Oh how embarrassing." Etienne said, pulling the dress to flatten the fabric. But the creases left behind acted like a naughty bulls-eye telling tales of what had occurred. The girls shrugged in unity and began their swaying walk up stairs. The staircase was quite wide, so each sister had to lean a little to grasp the nearest respective handrail. Their pace was a little awkward, partly because of the buzzing between their legs, but mainly because stairs had always been easier to descend than to climb. In turn they released and grasped the handrail and took each step with a measure of care. At the top of the stairs they regained their balance. Their unfathomable gracefulness flowed back and their composure returned. Etienne glanced to the left, to see the hall leading to their parents' rooms, all lights were off, they had gone to bed as the girls had suspected. She nodded to her sister and they turned right and headed toward their private bathroom, expectant and with hastening breaths. At the doorway Monique turned to her sister, her smile had reduced and her heartbeat increased. "What if I don't like it?" Monique said with trepidation, her lip quivered. "What if things don't go the way I want them to?" She added. "What if..." "Hush Mon you're over thinking things. Just go with the flow and follow my lead." Etienne calmed her sister by brushing her face softly with her knuckles. Monique pulled down the lever door handle and Etienne clutched the door jamb as they stepped into the doorway. The bath was still running. It was a huge bath, almost large enough to be considered a Jacuzzi, it sat in the centre of the room. The bath had water jets and flush chrome taps that fed water into the bath from the sides, so that you would not find them prodding you in the back. Along one wall were mirrors, the central ones lead to a walk-in wardrobe, but the doors were closed. Over the rail at the end of the bath were two towelling bath robes specially joined into one and two large towels, but there was no sign of Veronique. "She set it running and left!" Monique hissed, her voice dashed with disappointment. The sisters stepped forward and Etienne leaned on the bath as Monique turned off the taps. Both girls were heartbroken; there were no clothes on the floor, the glass of cognac that Veronique had left with was on the marble surround to the sink and the only sign that Veronique had been here at all was evidence that she had tidied some of their things away, from events before the party, and had set the bath running. Etienne and Monique sat on the edge of the bath in dejected silence. "We came on too strong." Monique said, she did not cry, but her eyes watered over. "I don't understand she was so willing and seemed to be enjoying herself," Etienne paused then added with a slight tremble in her voice added "And she was so beautifully obedient." "And she shall continue to be, mistress." Came that now familiar thick Parisian accent from behind them both. The girls practically tore themselves in half as they each turned in opposite directions to look behind. Veronique had undressed, as she had been asked. She had used the 'walk-in' wardrobe as a changing room. The sisters caught a brief glimpse of the tiny French girl wearing sheer black underwear and matching tights before they completely lost balance and tumbled backwards into the bath with a huge, double impact "Splash!". "Oh mon dieu!" Veronique squealed, scrambling forwards, not knowing who to grab under the arms to lift out. For a few seconds all three of them scrabbled to pull them out of this ridiculous predicament. The desperate thrashing turned into fits of laughter before Monique grabbed Veronique and pulled her in with them. They lay flailing in hysterical laughter. The sisters had become exhilarated by the sudden change of fortune at the return of their sexy waitress, realising that they had not been abandoned caused a rush of hormones and adrenalin. As the giggles abated Etienne brushed Veronique's top lip with her index finger. "You had us so worried, we thought we had offended you." Monique hugged the girl who was now lying sideways across the sisters' lap, with her head barely above the bubbles. "Oh mes non mistress, I am very excited now, I 'ave ze goosepimples." Veronique smiled tenderly at Monique and giggled again. Etienne cleared her throat, she was extremely happy, but she had a role to play and she was determined that her visible happiness would not diminish her status as the domme. "Well, we cannot very well stay like this can we? Veronique, please get out and grab mine and Monique's inner hands and pull." "Oui, oui, mistress." Veronique spluttered through some bubbles that had stuck to her cheek. Veronique fumbled and slipped a little as she lifted herself up. Her right hand brushed across Monique's very prominent left nipple. Veronique hovered her hand there for a moment, changing it to a clutching of Monique's breast and pressed hard as though levering herself out of the bath. All the time she maintained eye contact with Monique who fed back every emotion with a lustful glance. Both sisters felt the excitement, but Etienne did not realise the cause. At least now their damp underwear and evening gown were disguised by lathery bath water. Veronique did as she had been told, using the edge of the bath to assist in pulling the girls upright. "Step back please Veronique, we should like to get a good look at you." Etienne demanded, her domme voice and demeanour had returned. Dutifully Veronique took two paces backward and stood, legs slightly apart with her hands by her side. She was about five feet three inches tall, her hair was long and dark brown with a slightly rust-coloured sheen to it. Her eyes were hazel and her eyelashes and eyebrows were well trimmed and shaped. Her mouth was narrow and had plump lips as if she were constantly pouting. She had a light frame, but with curves to die for. Her breasts were a modest c-cup, but her bra made them look a cup size larger. She had pure skin with barely a blemish apart from a single mole above and to the left of her belly-button. Her hips were quite wide for her size and enhanced the very shapely thighs. Through the opaque mesh of her knickers a small dark crop of pubic hair was barely visible, neatly topiaried into a rounded tuft. "Turn around please." Etienne ordered, with an acknowledgement of approval from her sister who clamped her hand. Again Veronique obeyed without delay, standing to face the bathroom door. The valley of her spine and shoulder-blades were clearly defined. The sisters' view of her back showed Veronique had a perfect hour-glass shape, slightly wider on the bottom. Veronique's buttocks were quite large for her height, well-rounded and no sign of collagen dimpling, she was perfect. "Now bend over please." Etienne said with authority in her voice. The initial response from Veronique whilst bending was to giggle. Etienne decided that was the trigger for her to establish dominance. "No laughing or I shall make you eat the soap." "Oui mistress." Veronique responded nasally, affected by her now upside-down posture, speaking back at the girls from between her dangling breasts stretching her bra and through her spread legs. "Spread your cheeks for my sister." "Oui mistress." Veronique returned, this time with a slight quiver in her voice. She clenched her buttock cheeks with both hands and pulled them outwards, the material of her underwear slid into the crack and revealed the slightly dark halo and wrinkles of her pouting anus, as well as the contours of her pubis and the subtle bulge of pubic hair. "Very nice sister, don't you think?" Etienne said with a tamed keenness. "Oh very, very nice sister. Veronique, you are beautiful." Monique said with sincerity and more than a little mustered lust. "Thank you mistress." Veronique blushed. "Now, let us see your lovely bum hole." Etienne said indifferently. To this Monique's head snapped around to look at her sister, but frightened that she might miss something, she turned back again quicly to watch. "Oui mistress." Veronique replied without hesitation and this time with a hint of playful eroticism. Veronique reached out her middle finger and clawed back the thin material to expose her anus. Monique sighed in delight; it was small and tight, and dipped in, rather than being flush with the surrounding skin. To Monique's delight it was pale and pink, just slightly darker than the skin surrounding it. The most beautiful little feature to this was a second tiny mole, just above it. The position of which was now etched in Monique's memory. Etienne and Monique stood up and shook themselves, the water from the bath was now cooling rapidly and Monique began to shiver. "We need to undress, we're getting cold." Etienne prompted the little French maid. "Oui mistress, I shall undress you yes?" "Yes!" Both sisters responded, slightly too loudly. Monique's response sounded a little more eager than her sister's. Veronique padded, bare-foot, across the tiled floor. Monique's eyes were transfixed on the subtle gelatinous bounce of the waitress' breasts. Surely there were fewer sights in the world as beautiful, she thought. She pondered that to see such a sight before her eyes were gouged out would be worth it. Etienne however was more curious about the girl's attitude. It all seemed too good to be true, had she stumbled upon a rare gem? Or were there more girls out there with an acceptance of her fetishes than she had been aware of? She cast the thought aside, maintaining focus on the moment and enjoying her command were far more important. Veronique walked around behind the sisters and unzipped the backs of the gown, which by now was sodden and clung closely to the sisters' bodies. The gown was especially tailored to pull apart in two halves, accommodating both torsos. As the back of the dress fell open, it revealed the join of Etienne and Monique's bodies to the petite young french girl. A perfect cleft and swooping sides between the two, their powder-pink albino skin in deep contrast to anything she had witnessed before. Veronique gasped which did not go unnoticed by the twins. She traced Monique's side with a tender touch of her fingertips, Monique sighed and closed her eyes. The waitress' fingers reached the blending flesh and as her hand began to swoop up the other side, affectionately touching Etienne, Etienne too sighed and inhaled deep through her nostrils. "To sink zat I called you freak." Veronique snivelled, a tear dropped onto the sisters' joined flesh. "Je n'ai jamais vu quelqu'un de plus exquis. Je veux ceci, je veux que ce si mal." Veronique said with a barely intelligible whisper. "I, I didn't quite catch that." Said Etienne, unsure if she should reprimand the girl for talking in French. Monique drew a deep breath and fought back a tear of her own. "She said, she has never seen anyone more exquisite sister." "That wasn't all, what else was it?" Etienne queried further, a lump caught in her throat. "She said that," Monique took a deep breath, as though an epiphany had occurred that made the whole world seem brighter and more alive. She cleared her throat and continued. "She said that she wants this so badly." With barely concealed emotion Etienne bolstered herself, deciding that this should not interrupt their play, no matter how thoughtfuly or romantic it may be. But inwardly she admitted that Veronique's words were some of the sweetest she had heard. "Thank you Veronique, now please continue." Etienne stated with a slight crackle to her voice. Etienne and Monique Ch. 04 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. This is not a "Wham!-Bam!-thank-you-ma'am!" story and as such it takes a short while to pick up to speed so to speak. Please bear with it, the nookie will come. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental.] ----------------------------------------------- Chapter 4: Pink ----------------------------------------------- Veronique turned on the hot water tap on the bath again, it took her some time to work out the complicated faucet. Much of the water had been expelled when the three girls had frolicked, it would have been dangerous if the bathroom had not been so well designed as a wet room. Veronique added some more of the richly fragrant bubble bath and returned to attending to the sisters. Etienne and Monique continued to hold onto each other, their inner arms wrapped around the waist of each other for support. They did not need to do it all of the time, but it also acted as a moral support and to Veronique it was incredibly sweet. Veronique surmised correctly that this was their default posture. The gown the twins were wearing had fortunately been designed to be pulled up, so she did not need to fiddle with pulling arms through arm holes and whatnot. The little French girl undid the last four clasps on the dress that cinched their waist in and gravity took over. The dress fell about their ankles revealing them to Veronique almost fully for the first time. She was amazed by the texture and colour of their albino skin. Their skin looked slightly translucent, with a vivid pink sheen and a powdery texture which she had not noticed before and certainly, she thought, had never seen on any other man or woman. As Veronique's mind raced to fathom what it reminded her of, she realised. It was the same as that of a new-born baby, where the skin had not fully developed yet. Some of their veins and arteries were far more visible than most people's. Most prominent in Veronique's mind as she absorbed their physiques was that there was not a blemish, not a mark on them. Most people had some sort of change in colour; a redder face, darker arms, even the occasional blotch, mottling or imperfection. The sisters had none of these imperfections, no birth marks, nothing. Their skin was utterly flawless. An artist could not conjure up a more magical hue, but at the same time it seemed that the sisters' skin seemed so fragile. They wore a thong, from this angle to Veronique it accentuated their bottom perfectly and their legs were highly developed. Veronique suspected it was due to them having to carry much more top weight than most people. For the first time she also realised that although they were not giants, they were far bigger than she. "Come around here little one." Commanded Etienne, almost as though she had read Veronique's mind. "Oui mistress." Veronique responded obediently. With nimble steps, she stepped around the girls. Monique followed her every move, but Etienne maintained an almost cold disconnection by looking straight ahead. Veronique's eyes passed slowly over their form; both sisters were identical in almost every way, apart from the obvious conjoinment. Their faces were chiselled as though an artist had been told to create the archetypal perfect female face. Their noses were fairly flat to their faces, long but not protruding with the point downward slightly. They had high cheek-bones with a gentle scoop for real definition. Their eyes were wide and flat along the eyelid which gave them an almost sinister look. Their lips were dark because of make-up, but the splashing around in the bath had wiped some of it away to show that they were much redder than she expected and their lips curled in a perfect cupid's bow. Their chins were slightly prominent, but not jutting, and narrowed their faces to a heart-shaped point. If the sisters had been separate there would be no way that Veronique could tell them apart. As Veronique continued to scan downward, she saw how their continued sideways posture had shaped their muscles, both inner arms were more toned than the outer ones and along their inner ribs the adductors were proud and each had inwardly favoured six packs. Veronique's eyes flicked from side to side as she absorbed the vision of their perfect small breasts, with puffy aureole's and now very prominent nipples which were a deep rich pink, like a fine sharifa asma rose. Inwardly Veronique gasped in delight, the material of their thong had melted to an almost transparent window, showing a perfectly trimmed outcrop of pure white hair framed by the gorgeous powder-pink of their skin. Their vulva was invisible from this angle, but the pitch of the fabric gave away its position. "Are you excited Veronique?" Etienne probed, watching any subtle emotions that the waitress might give away. Veronique's head snapped up to face them, the voice drawing her from her inspection. "Oui mistress." She responded with a hint of anticipation. "Show us how excited you are." Monique was puzzled by what her sister expected, but Veronique took her cues well. She pressed her hand inside her underwear and withdrew it, holding aloft her fingers which glistened in the harsh bathroom light. Monique's reaction was a silent one felt by both sisters as her bladder loosened briefly to dribble out a few unseen droplets. Etienne ignored her sister's lack of control. "Sister, may I?" Monique pleaded with Etienne. "Oh of course sister." Etienne said, she already knew what Monique was going to ask. "Veronique?" Monique said with a slight nervous tremble in her voice. "Could you umm, Masturbate for me, umm, I mean us." She said finally, tripping nervously over her words. Etienne felt the taughtness in their shared crotch, even she could not ignore the tingling convulsion they briefly felt. Without a word Veronique smiled at the sisters and pulled the fabric of her knickers down with one hand. The other hand lowered enticingly to the top of her mons and where her clitoris would be if the sisters could only see it. She pinched her index and middle finger together and arched her back in a single motion. Then she began to move her hand up and down in subtle and rhythmic motion. "Can I play with us sister?" Monique whispered so that she did not ruin the moment or drown out the oh so subtle swishing sound of fingers through pubic hair. "Oh go on then." Etienne surrendered with a half-hearted display of annoyance. Monique watched Veronique's subtle motions; up and down, a few random circles and an increase in speed. She herself was enthusiastically trying to copy Veronique, trying to mimic what she felt and enjoying every second. The dark-haired girl's locks began to sway as she picked up a rhythm, but Monique's arousal was coming on far faster. Just as Veronique approached a point of no return Monique could contain herself no longer. Etienne was a passenger on this journey and growled audibly as Monique and she both climaxed. Their two faces took on different expressions, both with eyes closed. Despite Veronique's own tumult, she kept her eyes open to watch the sisters. The twins locked their jaws simultaneously, Etienne pouting and hissing through her teeth whilst Monique grunted and panted. Their final gasp was accompanied by a forceful "Sssssh!" as they expelled a stream of ejaculate, spraying through the soft mesh of their panties and hitting Veronique's foot with the last burst just as she too came. They stood panting, flushed red with exertion and excitement. "You may clean your fingers." Etienne prompted after a few laboured breaths, and was as delighted as Monique to see Monique push her fingers into her own mouth and suck heartily. "You will need to clean up our mess too." Etienne pointed at the floor. Veronique crouched down on all fours and began to lap like a cat at the small sprayed puddles on the tiles. "Oh my, oh dear!" Monique exclaimed. Etienne could feel the sensation rushing through her loins too. This had not happened for a while and it was hard for Etienne to maintain focus with her sister becoming so aroused. Their arousal was intrinsically linked with each other, from the stimulation of perception from each of the sisters' brains and the mechanical excitement of their shared genitals. When one became mentally stimulated, they both felt the sensation which in the past had caused several messy accidents as they had effectively generated an orgasmic feedback loop. "Sis' calm down!" Etienne hissed in her sister's ear, trying not to spoil Veronique's own experience, but concerned that this was rapidly turning into a farce. A few sharp breaths later and Monique had managed to bring everything back under control before the pair of them came yet again. Fortunately it was short lived enough that Veronique who had immersed herself in her role had barely noticed the almost comedic x-rated sideshow. "That is enough Veronique, please go to the closet and bring a pair of tights, they are on the left, third drawer up." Etienne demanded, stifling another sharp breath, trying to calm down. Veronique padded once again across the tiled floor. As before, Monique's eyes were transfixed, but she could not help feeling that it was all going too slowly. She wanted to jump the girl, to have a night of erotic passion filled with new sensations and emotions. Yet here it seemed her sister was enjoying herself at her expense. No, she was being unfair and selfish, she would have her time, a little patience was required even if she was pretty much set to explode. Besides, her sister was totally with her this time, sharing passion, sharing the sensations in far less mechanical or instinctual ways than Monique had forced her into in the past. When Veronique returned with the tights, both she and Monique were completely lost as to the purpose. Monique knew that her sister was very imaginative and fully expected some dramatic use of the tights. She was not to be disappointed. "You may put those down and finish undressing us." "Oui mistress." Veronique responded automatically. She knelt before them, her head at the 'Y' shape of their join. With one hand on either thigh she carefully pulled the delicate thong downward and watched as their crotch was reluctant to let go of its lacy cargo. It was obvious to the twins that Veronique's already heightened exhilaration was growing. Without warning she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the wispy clump of translucent white pubic hair. Monique arched backward almost praying for more, but it was cut short by Etienne. "We did not give permission for you to kiss us there." Etienne scowled. "Oh I don't mind." Monique added breathlessly. "No sister, this is to be done correctly or not at all. Veronique stand up and hand me our knickers and the tights." "Oui mademoiselle, err mistress." "That's two breaches of conduct." Etienne said with increased feigned annoyance. The other two noticed that there was a hint of playfulness in her tone. Veronique recovered the garments and handed them to Etienne. Etienne reached toward Veronique's face and stuffed the underwear into her mouth before gagging it in place with the tights. Despite it just being a thong it filled her mouth. Etienne unhooked the maid's brassier and cast it across the room, then she cupped her left breast for a moment, then pinched Veronique's nipple and twisted. "Ggg-oww!" Veronique cried out, muffled by the improvised gag. She bit down on the gag in pain and the mixed liquids dripped from her mouth and down her throat, a gentle torrent of urine, ejaculate and soapy water. "Now learn to behave or you shall be further punished." Etienne said forcefully before following up. "Is that understood?" "Mgoui mgiftreff." Veronique attempted to respond. "Very good girl." Etienne turned to her sister who was now extremely turned on, her mouth was agape in disbelief. "Now you see sister, it is better this way." Monique could not deny, her sister had a knack for this and the little French maid was delightfully responsive. But Etienne was not an idiot, she understood that this was a two-way street. Veronique would hold the key to this evening, not her own ability to give orders. Etienne's face changed to a softer expression, she spoke up to reassure Veronique before things went further. "Before we go on you need to know what a safe word is and how and when to use it, do you understand?" "Mgoui mgiftreff." "Good girl. If there is anything that you don't want to continue you only have to say 'handstand', we'll stop everything and we'll sit down and talk about it. I will not do anything that will cause bruises, or any kind of lasting damage and I will not do anything to stop you being able to breathe or respond in some way, is that understood?" "Mgoui mgiftriff." Veronique said again as another stream of droplets fell from her chin and down her throat. "Good girl. Now say the safe word now so that we know what it sounds like while you're gagged. If you say it twice now we'll know to stop." "Hmanfftanff." "Good girl! Sister reward her for being so good." "Oh joy!" Monique shouted. "Umm, what with? I can't really give her a chocolate." "Oh c'mon sis' she's practically naked, she is obeying instructions and she wants to play, use your imagination." As Etienne said 'play' she added air quotation marks to try and get her sister to understand. "Ohhh, of course." Veronique stood stock still, unsure if Monique was going to hurt her or pleasure her in some way. Even though it was Etienne who was acting as the domme, she did so with confidence and a show of skill. Monique did not seem quite as bright as her sister, but clearly had a greater sense of humour. She seemed not as worldly wise and as such was an unknown quantity. But she was definitely the sweeter of the two. How could they be so different when they will have experienced everything together? Veronique pondered. Etienne and Monique moved forwards and Monique bent toward Veronique, she kissed her across the gag, touching Veronique's lips with hers where they were visible. She reached her arms around the diminutive girl and grabbed her buttocks, pulling them to her. Veronique moaned through the gag. "We still need that bath." Etienne pitched in finally, drawing a halt to the reward. "But there's something missing." The sisters walked across the bathroom to the cabinet and Etienne opened it. Veronique was amazed at how well coordinated the girls were, not a word had been uttered between them, yet they changed their direction and focus in an instant. She bit and swallowed. The build up of saliva in her mouth along with the tang of their flavour filled her olfactory senses and taste buds and danced on her tongue. There was a hint of bathwater too, soapy and sweet. The girls returned, clutching various items which they had put into a small flannel bag. Etienne pulled out the first item, a cleanser or foam of some kind in a long silver and green bottle. Etienne squirted the gel onto her fingertips as Monique pulled several tissues from a box.The sisters had obviously been talking to each other whilst Veronique was distracted, because they juggled the various items with dramatic and well choreographed actions. First of all Etienne pulled Veronique's panties into a wedgie through Veronique's nether lips, playing with her vulva by pulling the fabric this way and that and drawing it tight into the cleft. Veronique moaned as the sensation coursed through her. Etienne eventually eased the pressure and drew the crotch forward. Veronique could feel Monique's hot and excited breath pass over her sensitive skin. She was confused, but exhilarated as Monique dabbed at the damp folds with the tissue to dry the soft rippled flesh of her pussy. Pulling the fabric out farther, Etienne dropped a large glob of the green gel, released her grip on the panties so that they snapped sharply back into place and patted the surface of the material with her other hand. The shock of the cold gel touching her down there was minor, she felt squidgy and slightly uncomfortable at the sensation as though she needed to clean it off. "Tea tree gel and mint shaving foam." Etienne said teasingly, as though it should mean something to Veronique. "Our favourite." Monique added coyly. Veronique remained confused for a moment, but ignored the thought, it was a little unusual but hardly anything about tonight had come close to normal or mundane. "Now please bathe us Veronique." Etienne said as all three girls walked over to the large tub. The sisters stepped lithely into the bath. They had a grace of movement that Veronique could not compare to anything she had seen before. But then she had not witnessed them climbing the stairs. "You stay this side of the bath and clean my sister first." Etienne said with a husky tone. She knew that Veronique would have to lean right over the bath to do so, making her accessible to her touch. Dutifully, as ever, Veronique picked up the soap and began to lather Monique's shoulders, her other hand rested on the far side of the bath to stop her from falling in again. Monique glanced this way and that, looking the maid in the eyes, then watching her breasts sway as she rubbed rich, thick, lather across her shoulders. Monique's left hand rose from the water and gently cupped the maid's nearest breast. Out of Veronique's view Etienne was also getting an eyeful. The girl's bottom was in direct line of sight and she just had to partake, she leaned her head forward and scraped her teeth across the exposed flesh, giving play bites as she did so. After a few light-hearted nibbles, Etienne reached to the floor for the flannel bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. She pinched the fabric at the back of Veronique's panties and made a small incision five inches down from the waistband and pressed her index finger in. The girl bucked. "Mmmmfff!" She protested through her gag, biting down and swallowing even more gooey liquid excreted from the improvised gag. Holding her finger steady with her other hand Etienne said calmly "Push back Veronique." Veronique stopped her cleaning and rested both hands on the side of the bath, gradually she pushed against Etienne, gritting her teeth. "Mggmf!" Veronique exclaimed when Etienne patted her backside, signalling her to stop.Little did Veronique know that this was not to stop her going too far, Etienne just wanted her to remain off-balance, where she had control. Veronique could feel every subtle probing of Etienne's finger, but she was over-balanced and had no hands free. Although the position made her back ache a little she maintained it as Monique cupped her other breast with her free hand. Veronique returned to washing Monique's sternum and then her breasts with slow circling motions. She was in a precarious position, but the sensation and experience was extremely erotic. Behind, Etienne was enjoying herself considerably. With her finger twisting and bending inside Veronique's puckered anus, against the soft flesh inside her arse. Her fingertip scraped across a hard lump and she knew what she had found, she rolled her fingertip around it. Although it was erotic to Etienne, she doubted the other two would have enjoyed playing with it as much. Etienne decided to focus on providing Veronique with new sensations instead of entertaining another of her own fetishes. Etienne pressed upward with her finger, taking care not to scratch with her nail. Eventually the puckered bum gave a little as Veronique relaxed, Etienne probed inward and added another finger. Etienne and Monique Ch. 04 By now the pain in Veronique's back was starting to burn, it was then that she noticed a tingling sensation. Not just the warm and glowing sensation of arousal, that had been building for some time. This was a cool, burning. It was hard to explain, but it built in her loins. It was the gel. The tea tree shaving gel was reacting to the only liquid in her panties, her moistening from arousal. It had set off the foaming reaction which began to heat up the skin, but cools at the same time. It was a little like sucking on several strong mints; both hot and cold, but it was happening in her most sensitive region. Oh how it burned and at the same time sent shivers through her vagina and clit. She made to stand upright and wanted desperately to scratch her crotch, but Etienne's insertion and forward pressure made it impossible for her to stand up. The cunning domme had ensured that she had no hands free to deal with the irritation. "Oh I wouldn't do that little one, you'll only make it worse." Came the mischievous tones of Etienne who was enjoying the minor victory of a well thought-out act of foreplay. "Mmmpf!" Veronique protested, but she resumed her position and tried to focus on cleaning Monique. The sensation built up, now she was just going through the motions of cleaning. Veronique's mind could barely focus on the task as the heat between her legs turned into a throbbing, her nether regions reacted to the chemicals and the more aroused she became the more the gel reacted. Etienne truly was an evil genius, god how she wanted to screw her brains out. Monique kissed the maid's nipples as they swung past her face, occasionally missing, but this was almost the most fun she had ever had in the bath. Veronique continued her chore, her hand eventually sank below the waterline having cleaned everything above it and her hand movements slowed. Both sisters arched their backs in response as Veronique's deft hands circled their pubis. Etienne undid the gag from Veronique and dispatched it to a random corner of the room. "Thank you mistress." Veronique said after smacking her lips a couple of times and dribbling a long stream of saliva and other liquids into the bathwater. Veronique's voice was pitchy and broken, she was clearly affected by the chemical reaction between her thighs and the firm probing motions of Etienne in her arse was sending shivers up her spine. She rocked her hips from side to side to ease the burning, like a child in need of a toilet. Not fully understanding that it just served to work the foam deeper. "Mistress?" Veronique eventually pleaded. "Yes Veronique, what is it?" Etienne taunted. "Mistress, please can I take off ze knickers please?" "Of course Veronique, you only needed to beg." Etienne chuckled with manic enjoyment. Monique took the moment of distraction to draw the nearest of Veronique's nipples into her mouth. Etienne removed her finger and allowed Veronique to stand, depriving Monique of her continued enjoyment of Veronique's teat and the delicious delving fingers on their crotch. The maid pressed her palms into her back and stretched it out to remove the cramp. When she opened her eyes after feeling the relief of being upright again Etienne was holding her right hand outstretched. "Veronique, my finger is not clean, please clean it." Monique's jaw dropped open, she espied the slickness of her sister's finger from her deep probing of Veronique's tight, pursed rectum, she waited for Veronique to say 'handstand' but the word did not come. Etienne and Monique Ch. 05 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. This is not a "Wham!-Bam!-thank-you-ma'am!" story and as such it takes a short while to pick up to speed so to speak. Please bear with it, the nookie will come. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental.] -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5:Perks of the job -------------------------------------------------- Etienne's outstretched finger glistened with a thin slick of viscous, anal lubricant. She held it motionless for a few seconds watching Veronique's expression which changed from a mild surprise to a naughty grin. Monique and Etienne both focused their eyes on the girl's face, each of the twins getting their own source of satisfaction from the scene. Veronique knelt down beside the bath and seductively lapped at Etienne's finger before sucking the length of it into her mouth. "Oh my word." Monique exhaled. There was a brief pause of breath as both the sisters watched on motionless. "Sister?!" Etienne stated accusatory, glancing down between their shared thighs. Monique had begun to let her hand drift between their legs. "Stop playing with us sister, not yet." Etienne scalded her sister who pouted and lifted her hand above the waterline. "Sorry, just happened." Monique responded with her pathetic excuse. Veronique sucked on Etienne's finger one last time and withdrew. A strand of saliva bridged the gap between finger tip and lip, Veronique sucked it in and clenched her lip with her upper teeth and sucked in with a liquid 'Slurp!'. "Very good girl!" Etienne cooed like a parent encouraging a baby to take its first steps. "Was that tasty?" "Oui mistress, very tasty." Came the reply. "I'm glad. You may remove your knickers and clean off the foam." Veronique removed her underwear enthusiastically, turning away from the sisters and bending fully over. The foam shaving gel was smeared between her thighs and across her crotch, some of it has oozed down one thigh. The sight from behind was almost too much for Monique to take, Veronique was obviously teasing. With a quick wipe of a nearby flannel her sex was properly visible to the twins for the first time. She had beautiful puffy, fleshy, outer lips, with just the tiniest hint of her inner lips visible within. What was most noticeable was the redness of the skin around the plump flesh. Both Etienne and Monique thought at the same time "Poor girl, that must have been driving her crazy." The twins waited patiently while the waitress breathed a huge sigh of relief. The sensation had begun to calm, but she still felt as though someone had removed a plate of icecubes. The sisters knew that the residual sensation of the gel would take a couple more minutes to wear off and would continue to 'buzz' the sensitive region. "Step closer little one." Etienne gestured to her dominated slave. Veronique did as she was bade, but was commanded to step closer still. Etienne leaned over the edge of the bath bringing her lips to within an inch of Veronique's crotch. She looked up at the waitress from beneath her brow without tilting her head. Veronique was watching intently, pulling her stomach in a little with both hands to afford herself a better view of the domme twin nearing her pubis. Etienne craned a little further out and slathered the girl's chubby outer lips with her drooling tongue in a single upward lick. Veronique bucked a little, but remained close. Glancing up again at the transfixed waitress, Etienne puckered her lips and blew soft and long across the film of spittle cooling it rapidly. Sure enough, as the girl stood naked before them the sisters could see droplets start to form on the folds of flesh, a give-away of her increased excitement. Veronique's eyes closed in ecstasy as the sensation rippled through her and continued to intensify. She was convinced that soon she would either explode in sheer orgasmic fury or release the contents of her bladder. Etienne's eventual abatement of her sensual stimulation of Veronique's vulva came both as a mix of relief and that of dysphoria to the diminutive waitress. "You have cleaned my sister well girl, please now clean me." Etienne said without pause. Monique was left dumbfounded. Her sister, who had all but denied Monique her lustful thoughts and access to lesbian erotica, had now provided her with the single most erotic event she had ever witnessed. "Oui mistress." Veronique said as she reached once more for the soap and began to lather her hand once more. The girl systematically lathered and then stroked Etienne as she had done for Monique. Paying close attention to her underarms and underside of her breasts. Cupping her hand, she scooped some water to wash off the suds. "No." Said Etienne forcefully, pushing the maid's hand to one side and emptying the water from it. "Use your mouth." "Sister, you are mean." Monique added. But Etienne just mouthed the words "I know." and gesticulated for Veronique to continue. By now she seemed to be running on remote control, every request was followed by a knowing smile or a brief pause, but obediently carried out. Veronique dipped her head down into the bath and between the thighs of the twins, puckered her lips and sucked up a mouthful of soapy bath water between her lips. She winced as the sickly sweet and acidic water swilled around her mouth, but she arose level with Etienne's chest and made to spit it out across her breastbone. "Stop!" Etienne ordered. Veronique did as she was told, but her eyes teared up and her face flushed redder still. "Gargle and swill first." Etienne's command was growing bolder and more malignant each time. But again the delectable young servant responded by doing as she was told. She threw back her head in a cascade of her dark hair. Monique scanned the girl's form as she arched her back and gargled the sickly liquid. Veronique returned to her original pose, but with tears in her eyes which were now welling and bloodshot. Veronique swilled the increasingly distasteful water around her mouth before she squirted the water across Etienne's collar bone, moving her head from side to side as she did so. The suds washed away into the bathwater in a thick creamy carpet. "Again." Etienne ordered. This time as Veronique sucked up the water Etienne pulled her head gently towards the twins' crotch. With their uncanny silent semaphore, unique to the twins, the sisters lifted their shared pelvis out of the water. "Here this time." Etienne added much to the delight of her sister who helpfully pointed the way. Veronique swilled the water in her mouth a little, trying to find a comfortable medium for the lurid liquid. She pursed her lips and expelled it in a tight and well focussed stream. Inwardly she was pleased with herself for the accuracy of her spitting as the water spattered in a circular splash pattern, with the tiny pink target at the epicentre. The spray washed away suds that had blended into the twins' well sculpted bush. "Oooh." Monique moaned, becoming excited once more. "Uh, phew! I think we're done with the bath." Etienne said, failing to hide her pent up elation. The little French maid stood upright, drool and bubbles emanating from her mouth. She smacked her lips in disgust at the flavour, bitter soap bubbles forming in the corner of her lips as she did so. "You can wash your mouth out Veronique, use the mouthwash." Etienne gestured to the mirror above the sink that concealed a bathroom cabinet inset in the wall. The girl practically raced across the room and after several over-dramatic swills of minty mouthwash, she managed to regain her cute smile, much to the delight of Monique who had vicariously experienced every part of the humiliation. "Please help us out of the bath Veronique." "Oui mistress." Veronique replied, with a throat-burned quiver to her voice. Standing to the side of the bath Veronique held out her arm for Etienne to pull herself up by. Etienne grasped her arm and wrapped her other arm around her sister. Monique likewise wrapped her arm around Etienne and used her free arm to push down on the edge of the bath. When they were upright Veronique lifted a large white towel up with the narrow edge at the top. Etienne looked at her sister, who returned her gaze before both of them returned to looking at Veronique quizzically. "Oh mon dieu!" Veronique said realising her mistake, the three of them giggled as Veronique scrabbled to turn the towel lengthwise so that it could wrap around both of the sisters. "Grab the hand towels too Veronique, all of them, and follow us." Veronique reached for the small pile of hand towels, but her gaze was transfixed on the sisters as they walked with an unusual rolling gait toward the third door of the room. Veronique could not help but have her eyes drawn to their exposed bottom as it jiggled, she panned up to see the miraculous 'V' shape of their backs and stared in awe at how she had found herself in such a wonderfully exciting situation born out of such mean-spirited words. She looked briefly at the pile of towels, there were about six of them about a foot square each. She pondered on what they might have in mind next. She took a couple of steps towards the door before a waft of heady scent hit her. It was fruity and spicy all at once, it was definitely an essential oil or at the very least a strong scented candle or two. Before committing to entering the room she peered in through the doorway. The room itself was dimly lit. Mood lighting she surmised. Unlike the rest of the house that was modern, the bedroom seemed to have been styled on a Victorian theme. The walls were clad with rich cream-coloured wallpaper with silver flocking. There was white dresser and dressing table on the wall to her right, the dressing table was directly in front of a window that looked out over the grounds of the house. At the centre of the room was a huge, white, four-poster bed with a cream and silver coloured cloth draping from it and matching bedding. Veronique gasped, it was ostentatious but not in bad taste. In the centre of the bed's canopy was another curtain, dropped down half way to partition off either side of the bed. As Veronique entered the room, she saw that Monique was tugging on a tasseled rope which was slowly raising the partition down the centre of the bed. Etienne was leaning to one side and seemed to be writing something down on a small notepad. Etienne tore off the page and handed it to Veronique. "Read it, remember it and follow the instruction." Etienne whispered, adding an out-of-character wink as Veronique took the page. Monique was oblivious to what was happening between the two, she continued to hoist the separating curtain. Eventually Monique tied off the rope. "All set." Monique said with great enthusiasm as Veronique finished reading the short note and stuffed it into her mouth. She chewed a few times and swallowed with some difficulty. Monique shook her head at this, unable to fathom what was happening. She made to query Veronique on it but Etienne assured her that it was best her sister did not know, at least not yet. Monique humoured them. The twins walked around to the near side of the bed and flopped unceremoniously, face first, onto the downy mattress. Veronique stifled a playful chuckle and watched their pert and muscular bottom wobble. With a little help from Veronique lifting their legs they shuffled to the centre of the bed. This was the first time that Veronique had seen the girls moving less than gracefully. Mentally, them slipping into the bath did not count to Veronique. With Monique grasping at the bedclothes and pulling, they moved over a little more to allow Veronique to lie beside them. The dainty, big-breasted serving girl dropped the towels she was carrying, but pulled one from the pile, realising her new chore. Veronique bunched up the towel into a cushion shape and began to dry Monique. The towels were of the softest material she had felt in a long time. Even her most prized and comfortable panties were like sawdust on cardboard by comparison and everything around her smelled of spices and honey. She thought that this was truly how the other half lived, far removed from her grotty apartment on the seedy side of town. Veronique began by dabbing at Monique's side as she was closest. With soft and deliberate rubbing motions she swiped from side to side and slowly followed Monique's torso up to the underside of her left breast. She unfurled the towel and pressed her palm with some pressure into Monique's breast, scooping it upward. Monique moaned appreciatively at Veronique's tantalizing attention, closing her eyes and grinding her face into the pillow. Veronique turned briefly to see Etienne whose face was enraptured even though her eyes were open. Whilst Etienne was not the one being touched, the excitement of her sister once again fed into their shared loins. Veronique was enthralled by the sight and momentarily envied them their shared experiences. Veronique shifted her attention to Monique's underarms and leaned forward to kiss the twin's neck. She was following Etienne's instruction explicitly. "Please my sister Veronique, but leave the best until last." Veronique mumbled in agreement, her lips were by now pressed firmly into Monique's. Their breathing became heavier through their noses, air from their mouths was shared in an impassioned kiss. The towel was discarded. With a swift and graceful motion Veronique straddled thesisters at their midriff, where their bodies joined. She had to splay wide to encircle both abdomens, this was their shared, widest part. Veronique's soft pubic hair brushing against their back, ner nether lips subtly kissing the twins' spine. As she leaned in to kiss Monique once more her hair tumbled across Monique's shoulder. This was the most amazing feeling of being alive that Monique could ever remember. Veronique was bowed down deep to access Monique's lips and Monique had to crane her neck at an odd angle to afford access. Their tongues danced together passionately and Etienne was forced to become involved, she could not contain herself and was, for the first time understanding her sister's ardour. As Veronique and Monique kissed, Monique reached behind her with one hand to stroke Veronique's side whilst Veronique in turn, with palm flat, stroked up and down the sister's side paying attention to the joining curve beneath her breast. A third set of hands joined the touching, welcomed by Veronique's sighs and moans. Monique then cradled Veronique's buttock with her palm flat and fingers grasping at the doughy flesh. Slowly Veronique shifted her hips back and forth. Both sisters felt the balmy dampness of her excitement on their back as a slender slick of dew traced a line along part of their spine. Veronique reached behind her and fondled for their vulva, touching first the tender and rumpled skin at the base of their anus, finding the soft give of those deep pink lips below the snowy tuft. She rested her finger within the valley and slowly curled a finger in and up, into their heated and moist tunnel. Etienne's involvement was now complete and she discarded any thought of leaving them to it. She placed her inner hand flat to Veronique's belly and raised it to grasp and press into Veronique's ample right breast. The flesh gave reassuringly to her touch and she did not fail to notice that it excited her, not just her sister. Monique's hands followed the cleft of Veronique's bum and found the sweet spot. The moment her finger tip touched Veronique's vulva the diminutive waitress raised her hips to grant her better access. First one then two fingers delved hungrily into her depths and stroked with increased lust and excitement. Though both sisters were tempted to spin around and face Veronique they forced themselves to remain face down. For once it was the sisters who were pained to find a comfortable groping position and for once it was Veronique who had the dominant position on top. She grabbed a couple of towels and pressed them to the left and right of the twins' abdomen. She then pulled Monique's hand away from her arse and patted it as she left it resting flat on the downy quilt. Monique responded with a guttural groan to the rejection of touch, but Veronique reassured her by brushing her hair away from her face and proffering a kiss. With Monique positioned just so, Etienne pulled her own arms up and rested the right side of her face on the back of her hands and slowly, in a state of bliss, drifted off to sleep. Etienne managed little restful sleep that night, quite a lot more than her sister though. Etienne did manage to sleep through at least two of her sister's orgasms. Her dreams were however pleasant and filled with erotic thoughts. When morning finally arrived the girls awoke on top of their bedcovers. Veronique was nowhere to be seen. "Mmmm what a beautiful night sister." Monique said to Etienne, her tones husky and filled with contentment. "I have a surprise for you sister," Etienne said, brushing hair from her sister's face as she slowly roused. "Veronique, you may enter." "Oui mistress." Came the now familiar muffled voice from behind the bedroom door. Shortly afterwards the door swung open. To Monique's delight Veronique strolled in carrying a silver server with a jug of orange juice, two glasses, a bowl of well sugared muesli, and a plate of toast and jam. Veronique was wearing her maid's uniform from the night before, but the original fine narrow skirt had been replaced by a very short ruffled skirt. As she walked the ruffles bounced, revealing the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath. "Sister, Veronique has something she would like to tell you." "Oh?" Monique said, curious as to what delights awaited her. "Oui. Mistress Monique; this one has been taken on in ze employ of yourself and mistress Etienne," Monique clapped her hands enthusiastically. "This one is to serve you, but only under supervision of mistress Etienne." Monique tilted her head to one side, curious as to the implications behind these conditions of employment. "Zis one 'as no name during ze working day. She is to sleep at your feet two days a week and will remain in your employ until ze passing of sree months where'on 'er employment will be reassessed." Monique's eyes lit up, she turned to Etienne with a tear in her eye. "You did this sister?" Monique said with a waver in her voice. "Of course sister, I got you your own toy. Of course I benefit as well, but she is for you really." Monique wrapped both arms around her sister and gave her a huge hug, followed by a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." "Don't thank me sister," Etienne said matter of factly. "Thank Veronique, she wanted this, probably more than you did. Veronique, disregard the restrictions for now, tell my sister what you told me this morning." Veronique placed the tray down gently on the side table, bending over to deliberately reveal her bare rump. She walked calmly around the bed and took Monique's hand in hers. "Mistress, umm, miss Monique. You both 'ave made me very 'appy, especially after I was so mean." Monique made a motion to dismiss Veronique's words of guilt, but Veronique placed her index finger on her lips to hush her. "You both are so exciting, so beautiful and so generous. I was to be evicted from ze 'ouse I was in, but mistress Etienne 'as not only ensured zat I 'ave employment and a place to live, but also zat I 'ave girl friends who make my 'eart flutter." Etienne and Monique Ch. 05 "So you see sister, Veronique is not just our maid and our chauffer. She's your lover too. She'll live in the adjoining room when she is not working, father has agreed." "Father knows?!" Monique said with shock in her voice. "Oh god no! Not all of it anyway, she'll not be able to wear that skirt all the time. That's just for today, father and mother are out." "And," Etienne added forcefully to regain their distracted attentions. "The conditions of the agreement are that there are two contracts; the employment contract she holds with our father and the slave contract that I own. Failure to uphold one nullifies the other." "I'm so happy." Monique said kissing her sister on the cheek before grabbing Veronique and pulling her bodily onto the bed. They embraced and kissed feverishly. "Well," Etienne said after witnessing the passionate embrace for a few moments. "If you need me I'll be over here eating my toast." Etienne said finally, pulling the curtain chord to give the two lovers some momentary privacy. Not that she could entirely ignore the groping behind the curtain. "Mmm, toast...mmm...jam...and...oh god!" Etienne cried out. "Could you two at least wait a minute?" Etienne called ineffectually through the curtain. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, she clung onto the toast, scrunching the crust up in her now clenching fist and then she slowly closed her eyes. "N..n..never mind." She whimpered. Etienne and Monique Ch. 06 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne (Etiennette) and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental...but if you happen to know any conjoined, albino, lesbian twins I could do with some help on the research ;)] -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 6: Employees rights -------------------------------------------------- It was early morning. The soft light of the sun was diffused by the thick white net curtains in the sisters' bedroom. Both Etiennette (nicknamed Etienne by close friends and family due to her tomboyish nature) and Monique were asleep. At the foot of the large four-poster bed, on the floor, lay a small mattress and some ruffled white cotton bedclothes. It was Veronique's place at night, during her working week. Veronique was attached to the foot of the bed by a long, thin rope running from a retracting reel to an ankle cuff. The rope was almost at full stretch as Veronique stood naked by the dressing table, bathed in the morning glow through the large bay window. Although not statuesque; Veronique had a composure about her, a pride or self-confidence that some people wear like an extra layer of skin. It gave her more presence and exceeded her stature. Her hair haloed to a vibrant red as the sun caught it through the curtains, her body was hour-glass shaped and toned. She had enough curves for two people, which was just as well because both of them were lying naked behind her, in their naturally mutated, intertwined selves. She poured herself a glass of water from a pitcher on the dresser and smacked her lips after taking a mouthful. Smirking as she glanced through a crack in the curtain. Outside on the driveway Etienne and Monique's parents were packing the car with the help of their housemaid preparing to depart for the airport. They were due for a two month sojourn in the United States, leaving the girls and Veronique to have the run of the place. Their last two weeks in France before the long awaited journey to Japan. At times like these, the other house staff would depart for their own families. It happened twice every year, but this time was special. Etienne and Monique had Veronique with them. "Yawn!" Came the sound from Etienne, who lifted herself up on her elbows to the angelic sight of Veronique silhouetted in front of the window. "God you're gorgeous my pet." Etienne said in hushed tones so as to not wake her sister. Veronique remained facing away from the bed for a moment, it gave her time to smile in satisfaction at the compliment and gave Etienne some time to appreciate her form, framed by the glow of the morning sun. It was an appreciation that had grown within Etienne since their first night with Veronique, borne out of an unexpected compromise and from the love for her sister. 'Pet' was a temporarily assigned name Etienne had explained. As a part of the agreement Veronique would have no name during the working day. Etienne was free to insult her, call her 'whore' or indeed whatever she felt like, but although Etienne was enjoying the domme status, she felt wrong in insulting Veronique. So instead she chose to remove Veronique's identity without diminishing her. "You can wake my sister now." Etienne requested. "Oui mistress." Came the now familiar words from Veronique, who turned and approached the bed, accompanied by the soft clacking sound of the rope reeling in, and the supple bounce of her fleshy orbs. Etienne blinked, watching Veronique's nipples adopt a rhythmic sway as she crossed the room. Veronique climbed onto the bed on all fours and dipped between the sisters' legs. Etienne closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of her and her sister's loins receiving a few soft exhales of warm breath before the first friction sensation of wet and muscular flesh dance across the sisters' shared folds. Soft sucking sounds and the occasional squelch broke the silence. Monique came to, breathing heavily. "Uhh, uhh!" She uttered through gritted teeth as she bit down. Etienne's lips were pursed and her eyes clamped shut. All at once there was a shared guttural groan as the two sisters climaxed and the recognizable "Pssst!" sound in three decreasing bursts as their female ejaculate sprayed Veronique's face. "Oh goddd!" Exclaimed Monique who was barely able to talk through her clenched teeth. "You are," She huffed after a brief pause. "The best alarm clock ever!" Monique finally finished her sentence. "Oui, I know mistress." Said Veronique with a light-hearted grin, her face dampened by the sisters' dew. Veronique licked her lips and used her own bedclothes from the floor to wipe the remnants from her face and off of her chest. They had been through this ritual several times now and unsurprisingly it never became boring. Although they had increased the amount of daily laundry submitted to the family cleaners. Veronique was amazed as to how much liquid came from them. The girls did explain that although they only have one set of genitals and one urethral hole, they each have their own reproductive system and their own urethral tract and bladder, which meant that their urethra and vaginas were 'Y' shaped and that they each had to pee in turn. It also meant that although they experienced clitoral stimulation jointly, they experienced vaginal stimulation separately. All of Veronique's trappings had been brought up from her house in Mornant and the sisters' had even paid off the landlord so that Veronique had no outstanding debts. She truly had landed on her feet, she thought, with some strings attached...or rather, some chains. Veronique plodded across the room to the chest of drawers where the girls' most regularly worn outfits were kept. She bent over to access the second drawer up, as usual giving Monique the best view possible of her pert arse outlining her gorgeously puffy, pink lips. Monique took in the sight with great delight. "Oh jees sister!" Hissed Etienne as Monique began to play with their pussy again. "Oh just one more, c'mon, look at that bum, you can't blame me can you?" Monique said in frustration. Etienne sighed and switched on the bedside lamp, bathing Veronique's bottom in a swathe of light. "Pet, legs apart please if you will and try to spread those cheeks while you find our clothes." "Oui mistress." Veronique replied with a chuckle, she was now very familiar with Monique's urges. As Veronique pulled out a suitable skirt, a couple of tops and some underwear she could hear the mumbling and moaning behind her. Veronique removed a pair of socks from the bottom drawer accompanied by the predictable light hissing sound of the girls cumming again accompanied by an expletive or two from Monique. Etienne exhaled sharply "Whew! Actually, that was rather nice." Veronique stood upright and carried the two piles of clothes to the end of the bed. As a part of the arrangement Veronique was not permitted to dress until the sisters had, and by now Veronique had a wardrobe of her own clothes bought for her by the sisters. Some of the clothes were for work, some for play and there were a few special outfits for going out. Their generosity knew no bounds. Monique, as usual, watched Veronique's breasts jiggle as she crossed the room. They had a beautiful rhythmic bounce to them that constantly impressed her, especially as her and her sister's breasts were so small by comparison. Etienne was always dressed first. Veronique took the bra and hooked it over each of Etienne's shoulders, she pulled the fabric taught and smoothed the material by cupping her boobs in her hands. She then fastened the hooks on the back and adjusted the straps to fit evenly. She then lifted up a thin white blouse and pulled it over Etienne's arms in turn and starting from the bottom she did up each button. Even now, after two weeks, the sisters fascinated Veronique. Their skin was unlike anything she had ever encountered and their gorgeous pink eyes with a hint of blue on the edges seemed almost ethereal. The most magical part of them though was their hair. Once she had heard Julian, their father, describe it as "The locks of an angel." truly Veronique could not have put it better, but doubted that Julian had a clue about the girls rather more devilish side. Veronique repeated the process of dressing Monique, but punctuated with a few kisses, as their relationship was a little deeper than that of Veronique and Etienne's. Veronique had to admit however that they would not have been together if it was not for Etienne, and it is likely that sex would not have been quite as exciting. Finally it came to their lower half. Veronique let the girls rest on her shoulders as they precariously lifted one leg and then the other to step into their knickers. Veronique pulled them up whilst maintaining maximum contact between her hands and their skin. Once in place she lightly patted the crotch and kissed Monique one last time on her naval before adding and tucking in the mini skirt. Finally she added some plain black slip-ons. Veronique stood back. The sisters said in unison "So, how do we look?" To which Veronique replied "You look good enough to eat mistresses." Monique's eyes lit up. "No sister!" Etienne interjected before her sister could say another word. To which Veronique giggled. "Good god girl, give me a break at least." Etienne added with an exasperated chuckle. Veronique made to move away, but as they had all been distracted, the sisters were stood on the chain and Veronique tumbled backwards landing heavily. "Ow!" Veronique cried out. Both sisters looked mortified that part of their play had gone wrong. "It is my fault little pet, turn over; let me have a look at the damage." Veronique rubbed her buttocks and then turned over. "Bum in the air, face to the carpet." Etienne ordered. This was new, Veronique thought, concern from Etienne. But Veronique did as she was asked and stuck her bottom in the air. Carefully kneeling down, Monique steadied the sisters with one hand on the floor and the other on Veronique's back. "A mistress has a duty to her pet; let me make it all better." Etienne said in soothing tones. With that she planted a soft kiss first on one cheek and then the other. She repeated this process three times, each time saying "Mistress will make her pet feel better." Etienne paused after the sixth kiss and much to both her sister's and Veronique's surprise stuck her face firmly in the valley of Veronique's bottom. Veronique maintained her position on the floor, she felt the hotness of Etienne's breath across the cleft of her bottom before something firm and damp pressed against her anus. She could not stifle a moan; the sensation coupled with her compromising position was thrilling. "Oh sister." Came a quiet response from Monique, who was quite obviously turned on by the entire scene. For a few seconds there was a squelching sound emanating from Etienne's contact with Veronique. Veronique felt herself relax, allowing Etienne to have more and more access to her. The sisters had become so overexcited by the experience that they had generated one of the sisters' shared spontaneous orgasms. It was not enough to stop Etienne from tending to Veronique however and at one point Monique was sure that this time it was directly enjoyed by her sister. Eventually Etienne came up for air. She puffed for a few moments before speaking. "Does that feel better now little pet?" She said. "Ah oui mistress, zat feels much, much better." Monique considered mentioning that Etienne had tended to a place that certainly had not been hurt in the fall, and then considered that Etienne would likely reap retribution and make pretty sure it did hurt. She decided to say no more. Etienne was shaking. She had wanted to do that for some time and had been waiting for an opportunity. Neither of the other girls knew this, but to Etienne the wait was worth it. The spontaneous enjoyment shared by the sisters was different this time; it was caused almost entirely by Etienne, a fact that did not escape Monique. Veronique regained her feet and moved casually across the room. At the halfway point between her room and the girls she stopped and pressed her hand between her bum cheeks to wipe away the saliva. Etienne was looking away when Veronique and Monique's eyes met. Monique shrugged but smiled and Veronique returned the gesture with a flapping motion of her hand in front of her face as if trying to cool herself down. A mutual and silent understanding that it was unusual but exceptionally enjoyable. "Oh and pet?" Etienne said finally, her face still flush with excitement. "Ah oui mistress?" "Wear the chauffer uniform please we're going out for the day." "Mes oui mistress, wis or wisout ze knickers?" "With, pet," Etienne paused for a moment. "They can always be removed later." "Mmmm yes mistress, as you wish." The sisters tended to their makeup. Etienne hinted to Monique which style they would wear today. Ice queen was a look they both enjoyed; white eye shadow with flecks of silver glitter, a pure white eyeliner to really make the eyes stand out and finally a white-silver lipstick with a hint of metallic pale blue at the centre of the lower lip for added drama. The addition of sharp, high hemmed jackets in the same material as the mini skirt added a smack of corporate drama. As the sisters finished the final touches to their makeup Veronique returned. She wore a white, double-breasted military style jacket with silver buttons, a peaked cap, a white pencil skirt and beneath the jacket which had the top buttons deliberately undone, a white leather collar with silver ring at the centre which hung on a pivot. The collar was a posture collar, forcing the wearer to raise their chin. "Where exactly are we going sister?" Monique probed her sister. "To a very special spa sister, we have interesting people to meet and I want to show our pet off." "Oh? Are you sure she won't mind?" "I'm sure, page three of her slave contract has all of the limitations and she has consented to public humiliation." Monique glared sternly at her sister for a few seconds. "Her slave contract?" Monique hissed. "I emailed you a copy three days ago and told you about it when we took Veronique on. You know you really should check your mail more often. Look, bring your net book and read it on the way." Monique looked accusingly at Veronique who was smoothing her skirt. Veronique just smiled back at her reassuringly and Monique's doubts just melted away. Those eyes and lips just acted like a drug, calming any fears or anxiety she may have experienced otherwise. But if Veronique was at ease with the contract then Monique had no reason to labour it. Besides Monique was well aware of the contract, she just hated reading legal jargon and Etienne would undoubtedly have written it from a lawyer's perspective. Monique was about to lean forward to kiss her beautiful girlfriend just as Etienne stepped toward the dresser. Veronique then remembered the secret to the sisters' elegant and balletic movement, when they were not looking in the same direction their co-ordination went out the window. The sisters slumped to the floor doing the splits and fairly soon all three of them were in hysterics. Etienne and Monique Ch. 07 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne (Etiennette) and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental...but if you happen to know any conjoined, albino, lesbian twins I could do with some help on the research ;)] -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7: Driving miss crazy -------------------------------------------------- The sisters stepped out onto the sweeping steps in front of their house. Its contemporary design was regarded by many visitors as cold and clinical. To Etienne and Monique it was home; it spelled comfort, warmth and security and they loved it. At the base of the steps were two small, black suitcases, a briefcase and a knapsack which Etienne had Veronique bring down earlier. Veronique had not a clue what was inside them, but guessed that some of their play-things lay within. Etienne was being quite mysterious about their destination and had pre-programmed the sat nav so that only she would know where they were headed. Veronique pulled up in the white Citroen Metropolis, the sister's own car which had a custom driver's seat arrangement to compensate for their unique physique. Today however Veronique would be driving. She clambered out of the huge sedan, raced around to the door facing the twins and opened it for the girls to enter, standing to attention dutifully as they approached. As they got in, each of the sisters planted a lingering kiss on Veronique's lips. They truly did share everything, except for the secret of this mystery journey. "Just follow the sat nav my pet." Etienne said with mild satisfaction. "And put on the special surprise from the glove compartment first." Etienne and Monique shuffled into place on the back seat, scrabbling for the seatbelts. It would seem no matter how rich you are, finding the seatbelt notch in the back of a car was a universal consternation. As Monique finally found hers and clicked it into place she heard Veronique's shocked voice utter "Oh mes non, mon dieu." Just before giggling loudly. "Is there a problem pet?" Etienne queried their sexy chauffeur. "Mes non mistress, I understand, pardon et moi." "Very good little pet, very good." Etienne grinned, much to the further confusion of her sister. "What is going on sister?" Monique said finally, unable to take the little secretive events any longer without saying something. "We're going to play a little game on the way." "Oh goody, I like games." Monique said innocently, before furrowing her brow, realising that Etienne did not usually like games. "What sort of game sister?" Monique inquired, her voice pitched accusingly. "Do not concern yourself with it, all will be revealed in good time. Read the contract and let me know when you're finished." The first few miles were fairly quiet. Monique muttered occasionally as she trawled through the slave contract on her net book. Every now and then her eyebrows would raise, or she would glance up at either her sister or Veronique in astonishment. Eventually she closed the little laptop and placed it gently in her old, battered briefcase. "So," Etienne said at long last. "Are you ready for our little game?" Monique breathed in deeply having finally absorbed the weight of the contract. "I'm not sure, what does it involve?" She quizzed her sister. "Here, take this." Etienne said, handing her sister what seemed to be a small black remote control. "Now that you have read the contract, we need to know that you understand it." "Uh-huh." Monique said in a voice that implied that she was still a little confused. "That remote is linked to a device that our pet is wearing. It has two settings; the red button is for if you get the question wrong and the green one for if you get it right." "With you so far." Monique said tentatively. "If you get the question wrong, our pet will receive a mild electric shock." "Oh?" "To her pussy." Etienne added. "No, no way, she'll crash the car." "No she won't, it's mild enough to be uncomfortable, but she can still focus...in fact it will probably help her to focus." "And what about the green button?" "Ah, that one will buzz her clit, she'll receive pleasure." Monique looked at Veronique in the rear-view mirror. Their little pet seemed strangely calm about it. "Of course," Etienne added. "If you keep answering incorrectly she could still end up cumming as a result of the shocks but it won't be quite as pleasant." Etienne grinned. "Have you ever built a death ray or engineered some sort of super virus sister? Because you can be quite sinister." Ignoring Monique's joke Etienne said sharply "Shall we begin?" "I suppose so, are you ready Veronique?" Said Monique. "Ah, ah, ah!" Etienne cut in. "Oh sorry, are you ready pet?" Monique corrected herself. "Oui mistress, I 'ave faith in you." Veronique said with a slightly strained tone. "An easy one first," Began Etienne. "Clamps, yes or no?" Monique thought for a moment and said finally "Yes." "Very good, press the green button." Monique paused for an instant then pressed the green button. Veronique sat up in the seat suddenly pressing back into the leather, the car briefly accelerated as her foot pressed down, but slowly she reduced speed again. The sisters heard her whisper "Merdre." "Oh, one little detail." Etienne added playfully. "Now that you've activated it, the minimum each setting will run for is ten seconds before cutting out. Each consecutive correct or incorrect answer will increase the timer for that setting by five seconds." "Oh now you tell me!" "It will reset if the button pressed changes." "Sister, you are too creative for your own good. Where did you get this?" "Press the red button." "Huh? But I didn't get a question wrong." "No, but you delayed me asking the next question and so pet will be punished." "Sorry pet." Monique said sincerely as she pressed the red button. "Ah, ah, ah!" Veronique exclaimed, shuffling on the seat a little. "Next question; what is the longest any scene is allowed to continue for?" "Oh, um." Monique mumbled to herself, realising she had to answer quickly. "Four hours." She said finally. "Correct, press green." Monique pressed the green button and again Veronique pushed back into the seat and gritted her teeth. "Okay, something harder; does our pet prefer to be bound with rope or with straps?" "Straps." Monique said, pleased with herself. "Correct." Monique pressed the green button again. It was swiftly followed by an audible grunt from the front of the car. "Well done sister, now, name three things that our pet refuses to do?" Monique scratched her head for a moment before her eyes lit up. "Whipping, strap-ons and candle wax." "Excellent! Press the button three times." "Oh, I thought it was one question." Monique seemed puzzled. "Three times, or I'll press the red button three times." Etienne threatened. Tentatively Monique pressed the green button three times. As she looked up from the remote she could see the reflection of Veronique in the rear-view mirror. Her face was flushed and she was starting to perspire. "Last question." Etienne spoke with a delighted expression on her face. "During the working day which of us has the last say in everything?" Monique pondered for a moment, she could not remember seeing anything about that on the contract. She started to look a little panicked before suddenly realising that it was not on the contract, this was a general agreement. "You do sister." Monique said at last. "Excellent, well done! Now hold down the red button and don't let go until I say." "But." Monique began to say, before realising that her sister had trapped her with her own words. Veronique felt the sensation quickly switch. Her loins were being buzzed by subtle pulsing vibrations, but that changed in an instant to needle-point, tingling jabs that made her dance about on the seat. The pain was not intense, but it was concentrated right on her most sensitive region. She maintained focus on the road ahead, but as she did so she lost control below. The constant and focused stinging on the nerve endings of her clitoris began to overwhelm her. The sensation was unique and had a totally unexpected effect. Soon the pain became pleasurable, it still hurt, but she could feel herself racing toward orgasm. All the time she was trying to travel in a controlled fashion. "Are you okay pet?" Etienne asked. The question almost seemed to annoy Veronique as all other outside distractions dulled and the intensity of orgasm overtook her. She bucked on her seat, still clenching her teeth. The car maintained a steady line along the road, which is more than could be said for Veronique, who by now was squirming so much in the seat that the leather was making embarrassing noises. With a low growl she replied "Mmph, oui mistress, your pet is fine." But the tingle continued and soon she was racked with a second orgasm, which was far more painful, but in contradiction more pleasurable. Etienne made Monique hold the button down until the tell-tale wriggling of Veronique occurred for a third time before showing Monique how to switch the device off. Veronique was juddering for a few seconds afterwards. It seemed to Monique that after the device had been switched off Veronique had forgotten to breathe, but a nasal exhale exhibited the true wash of sensations as she bucked uncontrollably for a fourth time as she tried to settle back into her seat. Certainly she was finding it hard to breathe regularly and every now and again she would twitch. "Did you wet yourself pet?" Etienne asked after Veronique's breathing had slowed. "Oui mistress." Veronique replied, tutting under her breath. "Then we had better stop and get you cleaned up, there's a lay-by over there." Etienne said nonchalantly. "I see it mistress." Veronique said breathlessly, pulling over. "Oh you poor dear." Said Monique showing genuine concern for her abused lover. The lay-by was on a secluded stretch of road, they had seen no other traffic here for at least half an hour. Lush fields and verdant growth surrounded them, but all Veronique could think of was how her groin still hummed with a dull throbbing. She climbed out of the car, her skirt was sodden down the back. "You had better remove that, here's a replacement." Etienne said holding an almost identical garment she had drawn from her bag, showing that she had already prepared for this eventuality. "Uh, mistress, I 'ave to umm." Veronique said nervously. "You have to what pet?" "I am still wiz ze tingling, can I ask mistress Monique somesing?" "Of course dear, but be quick." Veronique whispered in Monique's ear. Monique replied with an "Oh? Certainly my sweet." Monique turned to her sister and said "I need to borrow that thing again at some point." Before turning back to Veronique. Etienne watched for a moment as her sister's hand delved under Veronique's skirt. The two girls kissed passionately, all the time Monique's hand danced under the fabric until Veronique pulled her face away and gasped out loud. "Hmm," Etienne said to herself. "Mental note; the new device makes you very randy." "We're almost there by the way, only five more miles to go. Sister, when we get there I'll do all the talking, you can hold the leash." Veronique wiped the seat down with her original skirt. Then by Monique's direction she sprayed it with a deodoriser before changing into her new skirt and discarding it along with her underwear into a vacuum bag in the boot at Etienne's command. The new skirt was of the same material as the old, but it narrowed so much that Veronique was unable to separate her knees. It was a hobble skirt. To Monique she looked extremely sexy in it as she shuffled around the car. To get into the car Veronique had to sit on the seat first before swinging her legs in. Etienne's perverted distraction had made the journey fly by, at least for the sisters. Etienne watched Monique for the last few miles, she was gazing out of the window and smiling broadly, occasionally she would grin and would catch Veronique's gaze in the rear view mirror before glancing away again. As lovers, separate from the unusual role Veronique played in her working day, Veronique and Monique were very cute together. A cursory glance by Etienne into the front of the car showed that Veronique was almost doing the same, a similar 'Cheshire cat' grin across her face. This outing seemed to be bonding the young women closer already. From Etienne's perspective things were coming together nicely. All the while Monique clutched onto the leash that ran to the tight, tall, white leather posture collar around Veronique's neck and Etienne noticed that Monique was stroking the loop at the end. Etienne smiled. A few minutes later and the car crested over the brow of a hill, the sat nav's chequered flag marker was on screen and all three pairs of eyes looked in the direction of their intended destination. Near the top of a distant hill stood a forested area, the girls could just make out the white plaster, tall chimneys and glinting windows of a large country pile between the boughs of trees. Etienne clutched her sister's hand, it was clear this was a momentous occasion for her. The classic French mansion house was quite striking, even through the light mist that had at that moment descended. "Now, when we arrive we are to pull up in front of the main entrance and toot the horn three times, then twice, understood." Etienne commanded. "Oui mistress." Veronique replied without a backward glance. "The lady who lives here is quite old and has been keeping slaves for some time, in the playful sense of course." Etienne added cordially. "I have been talking to her on-line for some months, but it is her daughter that we are coming to see really. Madame Ricqot is one of the worlds foremost writers on bondage subculture." "Bondage subculture?" Monique quizzed. "Yes, she's like a Marquis de Sade of our day." Etienne's statement came with a wash of enthusiasm and more than a little child-like excitement, something that a couple of weeks before would never have crossed Monique or Veronique's minds. Monique considered what her sister had said for a moment, she looked across at Veronique and grasped the leash loop in her hand a little more tightly. Etienne and Monique Ch. 08 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne (Etiennette) and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental...but if you happen to know any conjoined, albino, lesbian twins I could do with some help on the research ;)] -------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8: The dame, the domme, two sisters and their lover ------------------------------------------------------------- The car moved fluidly up the winding drive toward the house, the large surface area of the Citreon's tyres ground the gravel hard, a sound that felt unusually reassuring. Huge elm trees, rowan trees, laburnum and oak lined the drive, very British. Monique remembered a fact from her school days, about hedge dating and surmised that this house had likely been here for some three to four hundred years. In fact it was present long before the French revolution, possibly as far back as the late medieval period. The tyres continued to crackle across the gravel of the drive as the girls drew to a stop at the foot of steps leading up to the old house. Dutifully Veronique tooted the horn thrice then twice as instructed. There was a few seconds delay before the large double doors opened. Two buff, semi-naked men stepped through the large dark oak doors carrying something on their shoulders. It was overly dramatic, pure theatrics, but executed with practised precision as two more buff slaves stepped into the open. Between the four they carried a sedan chair draped in a rich red material, on it a wrinkled old madame wearing far too much makeup becomame visible as the sedan chair tilted forward when the muscular slaves began their descent of the steps. Monique stifled a chuckle. The old madame was dressed in a satin ball gown gathered in sharp pleats on her shoulder and at her waist. A dress-brooch glinted in the afternoon sun, dappling the floor at the base of the steps. Her almost white hair was lifted to a large bun on her crown. "Shh sis' pay her some respect. She's forgotten more about bondage than you'll ever learn. Besides, if she takes offence and wants to spank you, I won't stop her even if it hurts me too." "Okay little pet, get us out of the car and when you face the madame keep your head bowed, do not look her in the eye." "Oui, oui Mistress." Veronique said with a slightly nervous quaver in her voice. Veronique leapt from her seat and around to Monique's door. She opened it and held out her hand for the sisters to pull themselves out by. With a slight shuffle the sisters climbed out of the car and into view just as Madame Ricqot and her entourage reached the base of the steps. "Good afternoon young ladies," Madame Ricqot stated with a crackling, elderly voice. Her accent was English and very well spoken. "My my, what exquisite creatures you are, so exotic, delightful." The old madam said, raising a pair of worn opera glasses to her eyes. She scanned the sisters up and down. "You must be the young miss Etiennette, Katharine has told me a great deal about you." Etienne and Monique blushed slightly, seldom did they receive such a compliment on first introductions and never with such a theatrical flourish. The old madame took note of the leash Monique held, and the route it took to Veronique's collar. All the while Veronique glared at the floor, but the bulge of the nearest slave remained just in her field of vision. She glanced away, she was struck by how much the sight of it repulsed her. The revulsive thought surprised her and for the first time she realised that she was genuinely in love. "Madame, please permit me to introduce my sister, Monique." Monique took her cue and bowed slightly, Etienne compensated for the shift in their centre of gravity by leaning away. "My pleasure mistress Ricqot." Monique responded. To this Etienne was shocked and a little embarrassed. "She's not our mis..." Etienne began to whisper to her sister through clenched teeth, but was interrupted by the madame. "Oh-ho-ho! Little madame, I am not your mistress. If I were, you'd surely know it, oh what a beautiful plaything you'd make." The madame instructed her bearers to turn and return to the house. "My daughter is in the study, I'll take my leave. Mina will be with you shortly to assist with getting your things up to your room. I shall see you at dinner?" "Yes madame, we shall look forward to seeing you again." Etienne replied. She gave her sister a stern look to which Monique replied with a shrug. Veronique was nonplussed but said nothing. Shortly after the old lady had retired back into the mansion, a tall, slender young lady appeared. She was statuesque. Her hair was cropped into a tight, asymmetrical black bob. Her face was chiseled and finely featured, with a demure but stern expression. She wore bright red lipstick and deep, dark eye make-up. Her clothes were unusual, a kind of business suit but with evocative styling. Instead of a shirt or blouse, there was just a collar and tie that plunged between her small breasts, her waistcoat beneath the jacket had a cup to them, lifting what little breasts she had into a moulded cleavage. Her pencil skirt had a slit up the front to just below her crotch. As she walked down the steps toward the trio there was the faintest metallic flash of a chastity belt beneath. "Bonne journée madames et petite soeur, je suis maîtresse Katherine l'esclave. Je suis ici pour votre lit. Maîtresse vous attendra dans l'étude une fois que vous avez comble de votre voyage." The girl said fluidly, her voice was soft and serene in contrast to her appearance. ["Good day madames and little sister, I am Mistress Katherine's slave. I am here to bed you in. Mistress will await you in the study once you have freshened up from your journey."] "Bon. Merci, s'il vous plaît aider notre animal de compagnie avec les sacs." Etienne replied, directing the girl toward the back of the car. [Translation:"Thank you very much, please assist our pet with the bags."] Veronique was already making her way toward the boot of the car, her hobbled walk was getting Monique excited. Veronique raised the boot and pulled the bags and knapsack onto the gravel. She passed the knapsack to Mina not wishing to give her the bulk of the chore. She then lifted the two suitcases and Monique's briefcase gesturing for Mina to lead on, all the while Monique held on to her leash. Mina bowed briefly and held out her arm pointing toward the hallway. Mina took the lead with Monique tugging Veronique along behind. Veronique struggled to keep up, the bags were heavy and carrying them as well as having to walk in such a restrictive skirt kept her off-balance. Once in the hall all of the visitors were pleasantly surprised by the décor. It was not a harsh, imposing and dark dungeon-esque experience they had expected it to be. The staircase swooped down much like those at the sisters' house only it was fashioned exquisitely from dark wood. The walls, however were a creamy off-white wallpaper with tasteful sandy yellow filigree and a warm coffee brown below dado level. Etienne noticed the front banister pillars on either side of the staircase were a male and female nude tied to the upright, gorgeously carved into the wood. She stroked the female figurine's upper torso as she took the first step, peeking at Veronique and Monique with a playful smirk, the two reciprocated. As they ascended they became aware of the portraiture following the line of the staircase. On either side were several large, square paintings. The first and most obvious of these depicted Mina, their current guide. Monique could not help but notice how pale and drawn Mina looked in the painting, as though her face was washed-out by an artists interpretation. She looked cold and distant, her face sunken and sallow. "Zat is from when I first arrivé mesdames. I was most lucky, but did not know eet back zen." Mina stated with some hint of embarrassment. Mina increased her pace up the stairs, pulling ahead of the visitors, then stopped near the top. She directed their attention to a much larger rectangular portrait. Monique blushed. In the picture Mina was naked, she faced out of the painting and was kneeling. The outline of her shaved pubis was dramatically contrasted to the deep red-black background. Her thighs were in-line with her torso and spread apart. Mina's tiny breasts were pulled up and out of shape by the strings attached to clamps on her nipples. At closer inspection there were also strings attached to her arms and legs leading up to the fingertips of a stunning domme stood behind her. This was patently the mistress Katherine, daughter of Madame Ricqot. "Wow!" Monique uttered. Miss Katherine was both imposing and graceful, with waist length blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and was pushed aside by two ample breasts visible over Mina's head. The other noticeable feature to the painting was the transformation in Mina's demeanour in contrast to the portrait at the foot of the stairs. Despite the obvious discomfort she would be in considering the additional hardware she sported, her face was aglow and her eyes smiled out of the canvas. "Stunning is eet not?" Mina queried. "Zat was painted just last month, Mistress is most superb is she not?" Mina added. "Calm down sis', highly inappropriate." Etienne muttered under her breath, feeling familiar stirrings below. "Oh?" Mina said with a start. "Do you share zee sensations mesdames?" Mina began, her intrigue piqued, she was unable to halt her inquisitiveness. "Oh merdre, pardon et moi, most unseemly of zis one, please reprimand 'er." Mina said with utmost regret of her outburst as she bent forward and bared her rump. "That is not necessary," Etienne replied, pleased that her status as the domme was established. "On this occasion I shall let it go. Sister, please explain to miss Katherine's slave how we experience excitement." Etienne enjoyed putting her sister on the spot, not least of which because it only served to get her even more excited. "Oh um, I am sorry. Of course sister." Monique began, clearing her throat for a seemingly well rehearsed explanation. "While internally we have different organs and 'parts'," Monique added air quotes to emphasise her point. "Externally they are fused below the waist. We have twice the amount of nerve endings to our clitoris, wired up to our nervous system and shared." Monique continued, the blush she had gained was starting to dissipate, this environment was not one where she felt uncomfortable. Monique began to relax. "So when one of us is stimulated the other feels it too." "But..." Interrupted Etienne. "Oh yes, but..." Continued Monique. "When one of us is excited and the other gets excited as a result we run the risk of getting caught in an uncontrollable cycle if we cannot both calm down." Mina pondered this for a moment, possibly experiencing something of a language difficulty. Then her mouth opened in realisation. "So you mean madame..." Eventually she said. "What she means is, that if we become jointly excited it is possible that we will both become so aroused that we cum, with no external stimuli." "Mon dieu, zat I should like to see." Mina chuckled. "Est une bon visage, incomparible." Veronique finally spoke up, unable to keep silent a moment longer. Etienne glared at her and she returned her gaze to the floor. The party continued their trek down a long corridor adjoining French windows that lead to a balcony until they reached the room that had been reserved for them. Mina opened the door to an opulently decorated room in white and gold. The sisters were astonished, their hostess had thought of everything. Even considering the visual tastes of the twins. The only obvious difference to that of a five star hotel room were the metal rings attached to furniture here and there and the clever arrangement of a table near the large window in the centre of the wall which could fold up to become a makeshift stock. A cunning arrangement of the table in front of the window meant that anyone locked in the stocks would have their posterior visible through the window. A railed ledge beyond the window facilitated some extra interaction with any captive which would make for quite a display from the drive below. Veronique placed the luggage at the foot of a large Louis XIV wardrobe, the single, most grand item in the room. Meanwhile the conjoined sisters whispered back and forth on the bed. Etienne adjusted her top and Monique refreshed her make-up, soon after Veronique returned with a large jug of water and two glasses on a tray. "Mina will take you from here pet," Etienne informed Veronique, gesturing for Monique to hand the leash to Mina. "For this stay things will be slightly different," Etienne revealed, there was a sense of anticipation in her voice. "Pets have their own quarters here, you will be in a dormitory with the rest of us at night, unless called for." Mina added. Veronique's eyebrows raised and fixed in a high, shocked arch. Monique's silence spoke volumes. The two lovers locked lips briefly and Mina tugged on the leash to indicate the need to leave. "Hush little pet, I will see you soon enough. Go make some friends." Monique said in whispered tones to soothe her beloved. "Oui Mistress Monique." Veronique uttered with subdued apprehension as she followed Mina's provocative walk out into the hallway. She glanced back to see Monique following her exit dolefully whilst Etienne reassured her. "What are they going to do to her?" Monique challenged her sister. "Do? They aren't going to 'do' anything to her sister, we will see her soon, she will just be shown to her quarters and be given her new outfit. "New outfit?" "Oh sister do calm down. Veronique will be fine, she is in no danger and when you see her next I am sure that you will like what you see." Monique had to submit to her situation. Her sister had been right about everything else so far, she had no reason to doubt her now. "So what do we do now then sis'?" Monique queried impatiently. Etienne turned to face her sister and gently cupped Monique's jaw in her hands. Her eyes widened with a soft expression to reassure Monique once more, then she pressed her lips to her sister's then wrapped her arms around her. Monique's arms began limply at her sides and then rose to clench around Etienne's waist. The kiss lasted a good half a minute and was impassioned, but Etienne broke away slowly as Monique began to lose herself in the lust of it. "Very soon someone will be," Etienne began to say, softly. There was a knock at the door which remained open wide. A young brunette stood at the doorway wearing nothing but a thick, black leather posture collar. Her eyes were transfixed on the sublime vision of the sisters locked in embrace. So much so that she had not noticed that the pair of them were now looking at her. Monique's sudden excitement at the arrival of this buxom voyeur immediately affected the twins. "Oh my!" Monique huffed and puffed. Etienne cleared her throat, pushing past the overwhelming heat building in her loins. "Um, yes?!" Etienne snapped, rather more harshly than intended. "Oh please excuse me madame's," The large breasted brunette began. "Mistress Katharine has commanded that I escort you to the drawing room once you are ready and settled." "Thank you, stay there a moment." Etienne replied before turning once again to her sister. Etienne smiled wryly at Monique who was still staring at the girl's ample bosoms noting their rise and fall with each breath in exquisite millimeter detail. The girl's aureole were quite prominent from the curve of her breast and were not much darker than the surrounding skin. Monique's eyes travelled lower. The girl was of generous proportions in all respects, she had some meat on her bones. Her navel was a dark hollow that dipped in deeply. Her navel paunched out at the base to show a plump but not overhanging belly. The skin of her pubis grew redder as it neared her mons and was peppered with prominent little follicles that had recently been shaved or waxed because her vulva was clearly visible with the absence of pubic hair. Monique had extremely good vision and could see clearly the slightly prominent inner lips of their voyeur glistening with a hint of moisture. Etienne whispered to Monique "No harm in looking sister." as she fell on Monique's lips once more, this time with greater fervor and cupping her sister's breast as she did so. Something about the place just screamed "Sex!". No movement, or event took place there without some form of gratification being attached and Etienne had found it very easy to allow it to seep into her very being. Monique in turn found it easy to allow her sister the extra attention, she had been far more amorous since Veronique had entered their lives and she greatly enjoyed the benefits of her sister being more attentive. Having realised that she had not even taken in the girl's face, Monique glanced up once more. The brunette's hair was tied in a high pony-tail, the sides of her head shaved close. Her face was quite round and flat, with a tiny button nose that seemed almost stylised. Her waist was cinched, extremely narrow, like a 1950's pin-up despite her generous figure. Her skin was lightly freckled belying the fact that brunette was not her natural hair colour. Etienne came up for air exhaling sharply, she rested her forehead on her sister's chin for a moment before turning to the girl. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" Etienne quizzed the girl. "This one cannot presume to know the madame's thoughts." The girl said, but her slightly red face, neck and upper torso along with the now greater prominence of her nipples told the sisters everything. "Then please lead on, umm?" Etienne said finally. "This one's other name was Brigitte, she does not tend to use it any more." Brigitte lead the twins slowly down the stairs. Monique focussed on her bouncing, jelly-like bottom as the girl turned and noticed something she had missed before. Protruding from the centre of Brigitte's arse was a long black tail, emanating from a black plastic cup that separated her cheeks, quite clearly and firmly pressed into her anus. Monique nudged her sister who nonchalantly whispered in her ear. "I think you'll like Veronique's even more." Monique nearly buckled on the stairs at that revelation, but maintained some semblance of control, at least outwardly. Brigitte lead the two of them across the hallway to a large set of double doors and into a lavishly decorated drawing room. The room was decorated in a much more old-fashioned style than the others the twins had seen at first glance. A white marble plaque was the most prominent item in the room. It adorned the fireplace at the end of the room and read "The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. - Byron." At that moment Monique thought that she understood. She had spent a great deal of time trying to understand her sister's drive and her love of bondage, this was the first time that she had seen it summed up in a single sentence and it was a profound moment. The ceiling was quite low and adorned with roundels and ceiling roses in the plaster. The walls of the drawing room were covered in wood panels, the largest on wall to their right had a relief of a hunting scene carved into it. Their were several chairs of differing prominence; some with elizabethan shaping, others had more padding and lions feet. Two red and gold chaise longues sat either side of the fireplace. On the left-hand chaise longue rested the titan figure of the lady Katharine, she was reading a book that was being supported by another slave. Lady Katharine was no shrinking violet, it was obvious from her stature that it would be impossible for her to be a wall-flower at any party. Etienne and Monique Ch. 08 "Ah wonderful!" She boomed as she espied the sisters and Brigitte enter the room. Lady Katharine stood up quickly, her slave-lectern scurried sideways quickly out of her bee-line path toward the twins. At a guess Katharine was a good six feet five inches tall at least. Her hair was pulled to a high top-knot but still flowed half way down her back. Monique did not know what she had expected, but she certainly did not expect Katharine to be lounging around in a flower print summer dress and wearing white ankle socks. Lady Katharine approached the sisters with enthusiasm and a beaming smile. She leaned in to Etienne and kissed her on her left cheek, then her right and held her hands out to grasp Etienne's. They behaved like two long-lost school friends. "Oh it is such a delight to finally meet you." Katharine enthused. "The pleasure is all mine my lady Katharine." Etienne replied. "And this is your delightful sister Monique, how wonderful." Monique found the lady's demeanour was contagious. "It is wonderful to meet you lady Katharine." Monique added slightly uncomfortably. Katharine released Etienne's hands and proceeded to kiss Monique on the cheek before gesturing to the second chaise longue. "Sister Katherine? Just how many slaves do you have here?" Etienne probed. Lady Katherine and her mother's estate was clearly sizeable, their influence and ambition considerably more so. "Oh how rude!" Madame Katherine barked without warning. "My sincerest apologies," Etienne began. "Oh no not you darling sister," The mistress corrected. She clapped her hands and a door amongst bookshelves swung open. "I had forgotten the refreshments." Their hostess chirruped in playful absent-mindedness. Etienne, relieved that she had not offended her hostess, held her sisters' hand for reassurance, an action that caught Monique quite off-guard. The sisters gently lowered themselves onto the chaise longue and their host settled onto hers. To the delight of both sisters, two gazelle-like twin sisters entered. A smile crossed both their faces when it became obvious that the newly arrived twins were not in fact twins. They had been made up that way using cleverly designed lipstick and eyeshadow. Their skin differed only slightly in texture and hue. The black and red lace dresses they wore were styled with the addition of leather straps, pulling their stomachs together as one, in faux Siamese twin beauty. Miss Katherine introduced them as Sonya and Laura, a german and an american. "When these two heard that you were coming to visit they insisted that they be present to supplement your own slaves." Madame Katherine stated with pride. "They seldom ask anything of me so I felt compelled to allow them that favour." Etienne and Monique nodded and agreed with excited humility. Monique was beginning to warm to this generous domme after all. She and her sister saw it as a very empathic gesture. "In turn," Madame Katherine continued, unable to mask her glee. "I insisted that they remain bound to each other in this fashion." "Oh I love it!" Monique yelled, like an exuberant child receiving the very best christmas present she had ever asked Santa for. "Sonya, Laura, please offer our guests drinks." The broadly smiling Laura raised her tray of drinks. Three hiball glasses of pimms and lemonade with a mint leaf each were passed to each of the dommes. Sonya transferred the glasses while Laura kept the tray steady. "Very well done girls," Etienne said finally as she took her beverage from the graceful Sonya slave. "That's not easy to do." Monique intoned, smiling warmly at the nearest, which was Sonya. "I suppose it is right and proper that I explain how things work here as it is clear that your sister is a little new to this." "Oh dear, have I made a horrible mistake?" Monique said with genuine concern in her voice. She made to replace her drink back on the tray, hesitated, then retained it. "No sister, not yet." Etienne's response came loaded with a pregnant pause. She awaited their gracious host's explanation eagerly. "We, my darling sister Monique, are a community of action." She supped on her drink, turning it in her hands. "Whatever a slave, or pet does is either good or it is bad. Bad deeds are punished, good ones are," "Rewarded?" Monique chimed in. "Precisely." She stated, measuring Monique's reaction. It took a few moments for the gravity of this statement to sink in. When it eventually did Monique looked at Sonya, so graceful and so patient, as though the conversation between the three mistresses had paused her actions, which in effect they did. Monique began to turn toward her sister for guidance and then stopped. Taking the initiative, Monique beckoned the bound-together slaves to step closer. To make her sister feel more comfortable Etienne mimicked her gesticulation, asking the subserviant twins to approach. Still holding the tray level, Sonya and Laura did as they were told. With no prompting Monique tilted her glass and scooped out an ice cube. She stroked Sonya's stomach, then followed the line of her left leg to the hem of Sonya's dress, then, scooping it up with her upturned palm Monique used her other hand to pull the crotch of Sonya's knickers forward. With a wry grin Monique dumped the frozen cube down the girl's underwear. She moaned throatily and wriggled. Monique was enjoying this new-found confidence in full knowledge that she could do what she liked to Sonya and all there present would support and encourage her. Without a second thought she pressed her palm flat into the girl's crotch, feeling her supple flesh give as the cube dipped between her fleshy folds. Sonya stifled a gasp, but Monique was renewed and that her lewd actions had interrupted their conversation was not at the forefront of her mind. Etienne shook her head as though to clear a fog away from her mind and returned to her discussion with the madame Katherine. "My sister is learning bless her." "Oh I dare say that at the end of the week her mind will be open to all kinds of new possibilities. If that is what she does to reward getting a drink right I have no idea what she'll do to our chef." Etienne nodded as her sister's hand cradled the girl's pubis, her mid and index finger pressing hard into cold, damp cotton panties. Sonya was starting to breathe more heavily, Laura's role meanwhile had become a support for her faux twin. To assist Monique she was holding Sonya's skirt out of the way. Monique all the while was watching Sonya's face contorting slightly as subtle waves of sexual excitement washed over her, increasing in intensity as Monique's hand sought out her clit and pressed the shrinking, melting ice cube into her pussy. "Sorry sister Etienne, you were saying?" Katherine said at last. "Yes, I was intrigued to know how many slaves you have here at the moment?" Madam Katherine gave it some thought before responding proudly. "We have thirty slaves, eight are my mother's, eleven masterless, three pets which are all mine. The other six belong to another guest whom you shall meet at dinner." "I'm impressed, that's quite an entourage." Etienne retorted glancing across at the continuing lewd activities of her sister and Sonya, the faux twin. "Thank you, you'll find that all have been well trained." Madam Katherine drew a deep breath before continuing. "One of the pets will mentor your girl." Madam Katherine informed them just as the slave Sonya emitted a guttural moan. Etienne and Monique Ch. 09 [Author's Note: The story of Etienne (Etiennette) and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental...but if you happen to know any conjoined, albino, lesbian twins I could do with some help on the research ;)] -------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 9: Pull up your socks ------------------------------------------------------------- On the other side of the house Veronique was being lead by her leash, down well lit and plushly decorated corridors. Her walker was not exceptionally chatty, relaying only house rules. "Ze mistresses are ze only ones wizout slave collars." She said matter-of-factly. "But you are not wearing ze slave collar." Veronique mentioned in subdued tones. "Ze lowest slaves are ze pets," Mina continued as if not hearing Veronique's comment. "That will be your position for now." "All pets are required to wear ze tail or ears so zat zey can be identified at a glance. Most pets wear zem both," The pretty slave mentor was about to explain in more detail when Veronique interrupted. "You are of course making ze fun, no?" Veronique queried, her face flushed as she weighed up the implications of this realisation. "Mes non," Came the response from Mina as though Veronique's query were absurd. "And in answer to ze previous question; I am not allowed to wear a collar for ze health reasons." Veronique's heart sank. Although this whole holiday had been agreed by her and her two mistresses she was starting to realise that the fun may be offset by a good deal of discomfort. She disregarded that thought in an instant. "Ze Mistresses would not allow anything bad to happen to zis one." She thought to herself Veronique sniggered to herself, realising that she was thinking in slave speech. At the end of the corridor that the girls had been walking down Veronique saw a large pair of double doors. Ominously the doors were black and gold and stood quite apart from the rest of the decor along the hallway. "Zis is were you will be sleeping wiz ze rest of ze pets." Mina spoke with a notable cheer in her voice making Veronique apprehensive. Mina opened the doors with a dramatic flourish. Veronique was unsure as to what she expected but she certainly never expected to be greeted by a bottom. The room was well lit by uplighters, giving a dramatic feel. The walls were painted with a warm beige. As with elsewhere in the house there was plaster cornicing and artwork everywhere. However this section was far less cluttered than the rest of the house and the artwork was more contemporary. The room itself was a large box shape with windows at the far end. A window bench with cushions stretched the length of the windowed wall. The room had six doors leading off of it, each door had a name label over it, Veronique's had already been added. The primary feature of the room however were the stocks, they were painted in a warm, candy pink and were currently housing a tenant whose rump greeted Mina and Veronique with the addition of a tail butt-plug to which Mina had alluded previously. "Bonjour kitty Two-Socks," Mina directed at the posterior facing them. "Miow!" Two-Socks replied chirpily. Veronique's jaw dropped, unseen by Mina. Realising her expression of exasperation might be construed as rude she quickly snapped her mouth shut. "What did you do zis time?" Mina quizzed as she stepped around the stocks to look the girl in the eyes followed tentatively by Veronique. "Oh hello," Two-Socks said to Veronique as she came into view. "Just the usual Mina, this one can't help herself you know that." Two-Socks' voice was well annunciated and clear, she was clearly of privileged English background or at the very least well schooled. "Oh non Two-Socks, you cannot keep wiz doing zis, Mistress will get bored of eet." Mina said with a tone of annoyance. Two-Socks was a red-head, her hair began in a french plait and dangled past her left ear and would have easily ran to the base of her back were it loose. Her perky breasts dangled invitingly, they were conical and had puffy aureoles that were almost the same colour as her exceedingly pale flesh. Veronique was intrigued that the girl's skin was dappled with thousands of freckles, some of which had been joined up with marker pen to make erotic, but nonsensical dot-to-dot patterns. Whom may have done this was unclear, but there were at least ten such patterns and the lines seemed crisp hinting that it was both recent and that Two-Socks was probably not reluctant in receiving such sensual graffiti. "Zis is..." Mina began her introduction. "Veronique." Veronique added, gingerly shaking Two-Socks' hand from its raised and dangling position in the stocks. "Charmed, itch me could you? There's a dear." Two-Socks said, narrowing her eyes mischievously. "Where?" Veronique responded. "Don't listen to 'er, she's a naughty pussy." Mina interrupted, a tone of exasperation in her voice. "Just under my tail," Two-Socks continued, ignoring the suggestions of the aloof Mina. "Where there's that long vertical gash, the one that just got very wet when you came in." Veronique blushed. "Told you," Mina said eventually. "Zis one is in ze stocks because she cannot keep 'er ands to 'erself." "Thats not true! I have my hands on myself all the time." "Sadly zis is also true." Mina said in an exasperated tone. By now Veronique was completely confused. Her senses were overwhelmed. It was only now that she noticed a scent in the air, something warm, creamy, musky and familiar. Mina walked over to the window bench and lifted the middle seat up, within it was some sort of storage box. "Oh hell, no wait Mina!" Two-Socks cried out. "Eef you cannot stop because you don't get enough, maybe you will stop eef you get too much." Mina pulled out a small pink egg on a wire, with a controller attached and a roll of tape. "Zat is your room zere," Mina pointed to the door nearest the window, gesturing for Veronique to enter. "Get yourself comfortable and meet me out on ze landing in ten minutes, I just have a little job to do before I take you on ze tour." Mina gesticulated toward the room furiously, indicating that she wanted Veronique out of the way for whatever was about to happen to the unfortunate Two-Socks. Veronique obliged. The room itself was quite spartan with mirrors either side and large windows over the bed. It did at least have a view out into the garden at the back of the house. Veronique took the opportunity to gaze out of it before inspecting the room. A wind was starting to pick up and so the few figures she spotted through the window were already shuffling off back into the house before she could make out any detail. The garden was separated into three sections; a lawn with some flower beds, a maze with a gravel frontage and raised stone dais with some sort of bandstand and a wooded area with a stream and a man-made waterfall. It was opulent, but tasteful. Her room, now she came to inspect it, included a CCTV camera which shocked her immediately. Veronique then noticed that a cap had been placed over the lens with a sign saying "Cap may only be removed by slaves." At least that was reassuring. The room was quite small and contained only a basic bed, a desk and chair with a writing pad, a drawing pad, pencils and pens as well as a wardrobe with mirrors on it. The wall opposite the wardrobe also had mirrors. It did create some illusion of making the room seem larger, but also made Veronique incredibly self-conscious. Wherever she looked she could see herself and the echoing reflections of seeing hundreds of repeat copies of herself disappearing into the distance was disorienting. She dumped her bag onto the bed and sat down hard on it. Outside in the reception room where she had met Two-Socks Veronique could hear squealing. As Veronique leaned back her hand rested on something that crinkled. Instinctively she grasped the large carrier bag that she had encountered and plonked it in her lap to inspect its contents. She pulled out a note, opened it and read it. Welcome to Liberty Hall. All who stay here are guests, nothing is done without prior consent. Any slaves, pets or Mistresses who wish to step away from the activities may do so at any time. A quiet area is available off the main hall. The camera is there for use by your Mistresses only. You may leave the lens cap on the camera if you wish, but failure to remove it will result in all voyeuristic play to be cancelled on the assumption that you are not comfortable with that activity. All pets eat at the same time as their Mistresses. Hereby follow the house rules; Do not damage or remove any items from the halls without prior consent. The red roped areas are out of bounds and are only for use by the house staff. House staff are here to provide comfort and services, THEY ARE NOT PLAYTHINGS! Each room is for use by the slave or pet allocated to that room. Borrowing items from each other or sneaking into other rooms is forbidden after lights out. Masturbation in the public areas is strictly forbidden YES THIS MEANS YOU TWO-SOCKS! These rooms are for use by pets and slaves only. Mistresses are not permitted to enter this section, any Mistresses caught within the 'Kennels' is to be punished by the pets and slaves therein, this is YOUR area. You may communicate with your Mistress via the intercom below the camera and may attend their rooms at their discretion, relating to rule 6, you cannot call Mistresses to this section. Failure to comply with the rules will result in punishment from your peers within this section. Pet uniform consists of your collar and tail and must be worn at all times, ears are optional. Clothing is forbidden. Slave uniform consists of your collar but may also include clothing if your Mistress has requested it. Please put on your uniform now. Veronique looked into the bottom of the large bag which contained a pair of red ears and a red tail, it was slightly different to the ones she had seen so far. There was also a small bottle of lubricant. She tipped the contents out onto the bed, sighed and then smiled on one side of her face. Veronique's mind whirred and buzzed, this was far more intense than she expected. She also had not anticipated being separated from the twins so early on, or at all for that matter. In a flash she remembered the first night, the play in the bath and the unexpected thrill of all that had happened since then. She could consider this a prison or she could accept it as it was intended; a playful adventure. It was eye-opening for sure. Veronique inhaled deeply, there was that scent again, she slapped her forehead in realisation. It was sex that she smelled. The place was permeated with the intense but low note fragrance of women in heat, everything here was saturated by it. It was thrilling enough to push her toward an enthusiastic revelation. Veronique stormed across the room and plucked the camera lens from the camera, she threw it onto the desk and the camera's red LED blinked on. She walked back across the room to discard her chauffer uniform; first the jacket which she neatly folded and hung in the wardrobe. She stepped back in front of the camera and shuffled off her hobble skirt, carefully hanging it with her jacket. She undid her tie and threw it on the bed and then discarded her shirt. As she unhooked the back of her brassiere a muted scream came from the reception room followed by some laughter, Veronique discounted it, focussing on stripping for her Mistresses whether they were watching at this time or not. She tossed her bra and then her knickers with her tie and removed her shoes which she pushed neatly under the end of the bed. The room was warm, but still goosebumps formed on her skin. Veronique's nipples were already firm and protruding, her aureoles engorged with blood. Her pubis was hot and emanating a heat, her fragrance joining the myriad of wafting scents from who knows how many other rampant females dwelt within these walls of debauchery. Her heart raced as she pulled the tail from the bag. It was not like the others she had seen, no plastic bulb to press into her puckered anus, instead a filigree pattern covered the solid silver lump. It was cold to the touch and much heavier than she anticipated, it also had much greater girth and length than expected. It was going to be a tight fit. Veronique turned away from the camera for the first time, leaning forward she steadied herself with her free hand on the edge of the bed and lifted the tip of the plug to her labia. She disregarded the lubricant In her mind she had plenty of lubricant elsewhere and planned to use it. Stroking the tip of the bulb along her valley the dew gathered in the filigree design. This was going to be a bugger to clean afterwards she thought. Then she remembered the time, she only had ten minutes to meet Mina, she was going to have to rush this last part. There was a knock at the door. "Are you okay in there? Do you want a hand?" Came the voice of Two-Socks who by now had now been freed from her place in the stocks. Hurriedly Veronique moved to get the anal tail plug in place, but the sudden interruption tensed her up and now, even with her forehead on the bed and both hands pressing hard she could not push it in. The door opened suddenly and both Two-Socks and Mina caught a perfect view of Veronique's clumsy attempt to get her tail in and failing, only for Veronique to have the monstrous bulb slip from her grasp and tumble across the floor with a heavy "Thud!" Veronique blushed bright red, span to sit on the bed and was greeted with two beaming faces that had caught the whole spectacle. "Hey, do not worry sister, we can 'elp." Said Mina conciliatorily. "Wow!" Two-Socks blustered. "That's a gorgeous tail." She continued. Veronique giggled. "Too big eet seems." Veronique replied somewhat embarrassed. "Nah, you just need more lube and you need to relax your cute little hole." Two-Socks said, ending on a whimper as Mina elbowed her in the kidney. "And you need help. Is the camera on?" "Yes." "Then lets give your Mistress a show." Two-Socks said. "Mistresses." Corrected Mina and Veronique in unison. "Two Mistresses? Woah, you are a sucker for punishment." "Eet is ze twins Two-Socks." "Twins! Oh god I'm going to have some dreams tonight. You have two Mistresses and they are twins? That is so hot." "You 'ave not 'eard?" Mina quizzed Two-Socks. "Heard what? I have missed every briefing for the last five days because I've been caged." "Sister Veronique's Mistresses are conjoined, zey cannot separate." "Oh! Is that why Sonya and what's her face have been tied together. Wow! Still very hot." Veronique was lost for words, her mind filled with confusing images. "Sister Veronique still needs her tail sorted out. Roll onto your belly and spread your legs." Two-Socks said in hurried enthusiasm, waving her hands wildly as if to spread Veronique's legs with a gesture. Veronique was aghast by the order from Two-Socks, but still she complied, taking it slowly Veronique rolled over as Mina picked the tail up off the floor. "Now just lift your hips up off the floor a little and stick your finger in your bum." Veronique's head snapped around as Two-Socks said this. "You've got to loosen it up otherwise it will hurt, if you do this part yourself you're less likely to tense up." Veronique delayed, but then slowly nodded, stroking her cheek on the floor as she did so. She was confused, bewildered even. In any other place that she had encountered in her entire life this would be mortifying. Instead she was flustered, excited and more than a little bit randy. Veronique placed her left index finger in her mouth and sucked on it for a few moments, then reached back. She gasped as a pair of hands assisted by spreading her arse cheeks, she did not know if it was Mina or Two-Socks or even both of them and at this point did not care. Unseen she dripped. She tickled around the crinkled flesh, circumnavigating it twice with the tip of her finger before pressing in and up. "Mmm, very nice." Two-Socks moaned, crouched behind Veronique. "Now just relax, when you feel eet loosen around ze finger, add anuzzer finger." "Tres bien!" Mina cawed as Veronique invaded herself with her middle finger. "How does that feel?" Two-Socks asked breathlessly. "You are not!" "I bloody am!" Two-Socks chuckled. Mina sighed in frustration. Veronique's heart raced as the two well-meaning strangers helped her to open up her anus. A bizarre scenario to her. "Is eet always like zis?" Veronique queried her aides. "Not always, I got help from Mina on my first day though." "Oh zat is right, you pissed yourself if I remember." "Hehe, yeah, I always have had a weak bladder." Veronique was still bemused, such a strange conversation to have whilst she was face down and in such a compromising position. "Okay, little bit cold here." Warned Two-Socks as she squeezed some of the lube down the length of Veronique's fingers. Veronique felt the cool sensation of it as it reached the rim of her anus, a few slow, swirling strokes spread it around her opening. "Do you want to put it in now?" Two-Socks asked Veronique calmly. "No," Came Veronique's response. "Could you two do eet?" Veronique added. "Certainement." Came Mina's welcomed reply. Veronique breathed deep, she felt the tip of the bulb touch the extent of her butt cheeks and she acknowledged by pulling her fingers out of the way. To begin with it was just cold, Mina turned the plug left and right a few times giving it time for the gel to warm up and allowing Veronique's sphincter time to acclimatise. Mina added a little more pressure and Veronique's anal muscles reached what she believed to be her limit as the hands spread her cheeks once more. Fingertips clawed at her bum cheeks, pulling the firm flesh apart a little more and the plug was inched in farther. Veronique felt a muscular burn, her belief was that she had reached and exceeded her limit, but the plug kept coming, and expanding. More pressure against the fragile hole forced a new sensation into an untapped region. It was beyond Etienne's ministrations earlier that day, this was deep and felt like her innards were being forced apart but in the most exquisite way. "Nearly zere little sister." Mina said with some concentration in her voice. "Oh good god eet will not go!" Veronique exclaimed in almost mock panic. There was a brief pause with all three of them remarking on the size of the plug and its unusual design, before a shimmering of laughter rippled through them. "It will go." Mina chuckled determinedly. Both Mina and Two-Socks focused on the task once more. To them this was no different than undoing a stubborn wheel-nut on a punctured tyre. They were at least ensuring that Veronique felt as little pain as possible and this was undoubtedly a unique bonding session. "Right, the problem is that you are not relaxed enough. This is not the largest butt-plug I've seen by a long shot, but you have a fairly virgin arse." "'Ow can you 'ave a fairly virgin arse?" Mina followed Two-Socks' assessment as Veronique dripped onto the carpet, unseen once more. Veronique moaned, the sensations were intense and the situation comical, she closed her eyes and thought of Monique and how she might react to seeing this play out on a screen. "Ah, eet is working non?" "Keep thinking what you're thinking." Two-Socks steered Veronique's thoughts deeper into her dreamworld. Etienne and Monique Ch. 09 All at once the widest part of the bulb passed the rim of Veronique's anus which was now blushed pink with exertion. Beads of sweat on her brow, Veronique imagined both her beloved Monique and the harsher eyes of Etienne watching the tape play back of this most comedic scene. She gasped as her sphincter took hold of the elongated, egg-shaped bulb and sucked the last of it into her dark tunnel. Her head snapped back and then she lost control of her bladder, bucking Two-Socks off and sending her sprawling backwards onto the floor. "Whoops!" Exclaimed Mina. Through gritted teeth Veronique growled deeply as the sensation subsided, leaving only a warm feeling of fullness in her arse and the slowly ebbing glow of piqued rapture, those first tinglings on the journey to orgasm. "Don't worry about zee mess, Two-Socks will clean eet up." Mina said eventually as Veronique calmed down and rolled onto her side. "I am so embarrassed." Veronique blushed. "Awww don't be, like we said it happened to me too. My Mistress gave me a larger sized tail. I think she was going by what she could handle rather than what I could. Probably the same for you." "Anyway, we 'ave to get moving, zis took too long and now you need to clean up. Two-Socks will take you to ze grooming parlour zen we will meet outside on ze hall." "C'mon, lets get you freshened up." The three pulled themselves to their feet in unison. Veronique's pubis and thighs were coated in a thin sheen of urine. It was then that Veronique noted that Two-Socks' shin was also spattered from where she had positioned herself between Veronique's thighs. "Oh mon dieu! I am so sorry." Veronique was mortified and covered her mouth with her hands in abashment. "Hey don't fret, I've been covered in more and worse. Not the first time and hopefully not the last." Two-Socks said with a wink. "C'mon little pussy, lets get you all freshened up for the welcoming." Two-Socks said, placing her arm around the demure Veronique. With that Veronique puffed out her chest with a measure of pride at the small success making her boobs jiggle. She suddenly became aware of her nudity. Two-Socks whistled approvingly at Veronique. "You'll need to shave off the last of that though." Two-Socks stated pointedly, gesticulating to Veronique's small tuft of pubic hair. "Why?" "Well, you can leave it like that, but its best not to give your Mistresses something that they can pluck one hair at a time. Why do you think most slaves go with a Brazilian?" "I sink I see your point. Uck what a mess I 'ave made!" "Don't worry, you'll do fine and I'll clean that up after we've got you ready." Two-Socks stepped towards the door releasing her arm from around Veronique's waist and for the first time Veronique saw her in all her natural beauty. Two-Socks was unsurprisingly taller than Veronique, slender and athletic. Her breasts were pert and as she had noticed before, Two-Socks nipples and aureoles were almost the same colour as the surrounding flesh. Her body was covered in freckles, more on her upper chest and face than everywhere else. Her belly button, labia, eyebrows and lower lip all had piercings and her ears were festooned with several rings in decreasing sizes as they neared her lobes. Her eyebrows were almost completely shaved off, with just thin pencil lines from near the bridge of her nose which was button-like and flat to her face. Her lips were plump and round, but extremely narrow and she had the cutest goofy teeth. "Sank you Two-Socks, you 'ave been most 'elpful." "Oh think nothing of it sister, we pets have to look after each other." The pair of them approached the door nearest the reception room's entrance. Two-Socks opened it to reveal another corridor with several cells off of it. There were no doors on the cells and instead of beds it was laid out like a dog kennel, with human-sized dog baskets, bowls, chew toys and balls scattered on the floor. "That's my kennel if you want to pop in for a chat." Two-Socks stated matter-of-factly, pointing to the second cell on their right. Veronique noted that the musk she had detected earlier seemed strongest here. "And here's the grooming parlour." Two-Socks swung the door open to reveal a wet-room. Fully kitted out with underfloor heating, a grooming bench with a cradle, several trolleys and cabinets stacked with cleaning utensils as well as lotions and potions. "Right, hop on the bench and get on all fours, might as well introduce you to the cleaning regime now." Nervously Veronique did as she was told. Two-Socks hooked the straps around Veronique's midriff and upper chest, then hoisted it so that Veronique could not rest on her haunches or get off the table. "Now, normally only slaves groom the pets," Two-Socks instructed Veronique. "But as Mina has other things to do and the rest of the girls are downstairs it is up to me to clean you." "Unfortunately we have to be quick." Two-Socks said with an air of depression. Two-Socks ran the taps until warm water spouted out. She held a cloth under the running water and then squeezed the excess out before walking around to Veronique's rear. "Does zis room get used often?" Veronique feigned an interest, making conversation to mask her trepidation. "Oh every day, pets are not usually permitted to wash themselves or each other, so I shall not do this for you again." "Oh?" "Well, as pets we must behave like pets. So if you want me to clean you in future I would have to use my tongue." With that Two-Socks flipped out her tongue and made lewd waggling movements to which both the girls giggled. "Look, it is all new now and possibly a bit frightening," Two-Socks whispered in comforting tones. "But no-one here bites, unless you want them to. It is all about the fun, being something that you cannot be in the outside world. Enjoying the company of like-minded people and," Two-Socks paused theatrically. "If you can get a few fucks out of it as well as some thrills from being a submissive then it really isn't a bad place to be." Two-Socks towel dried Veronique and added a playful dabbing of her nether regions, lifting the extravagant red tail as she did so. "That bit was extra damp." Two-Socks mumbled in good humour. Veronique blushed again as Two-Socks unhooked the harnesses to allow Veronique to get off the bench. Veronique swiveled off the surface and stood at Two-Socks shoulder. Side by side they strolled out of the room, down the corridor and into the hall without saying a word.