Dark Erotic Fiction

Anderson Twins

Dramatis Personae:
Mike
Ingrid
Lilly
James - a teenager from the twin”s school.
Nick Anderson - husband, father.
Sharon and Allison Anderson - twin daughters of Nick.

Mike answers the phone “Hello, Spellbook Slaves.”

There”s quiet on the other end of the phone.

Mike says, “Hello?”

A short pause - just long enough for Mike to consider hanging up.

A male voice says, “Hello. I”ve got a bit of a problem.”

Mike says, “Slaves to buy, sell, commitment, or volunteer.”

The man says, “Commitment I guess. This is all so bad, but I don”t know any other way.”

Mike thinks, “This is going to be ten minutes out of my life I”m going to regret.”

The man says, “Have you ever read Kay Arthur?”

Mike says, “No.”

The man says, with a disquieting mix of conviction and uneasiness, “She writes very good modern interpretations of the bible. She”s very well respected. Anyway, she says the bible says that a husband”s foremost duty is to his wife, and then his family secondly.

Mike says, “You were talking about a slave commitment?”

The man says, “Yes, I”m getting to that. I have two daughters. Well, three. Three daughters. But two, well one daughter really. My wife, I just had her committed again. No, not your kind. A mental hospital. You see, well, last month they spray-painted her face, and other, uh unmentionable parts, while she slept, and well it was the last straw after years of other events, and it finally unnerved her. She”s my second wife. My two oldest daughters were from my first marriage, my late wife, cancer, and well, I”m afraid I didn”t raise them alone well. I was bereaved and didn”t nurture the girls then like I should have then after, anyway they didn”t come through it well. They”re, not proper. They do, things, terrible things, almost every day. The day before yesterday my wife returned home, and yesterday my wife was throwing a party for a dozen of her friends and the girls, they covered the carpets with shit. I don”t know if it was their shit, or if they pooper scoopered it from somewhere, but, anyway I had her committed again. I”ve tried to discipline them. I even threw them out of the house for a while, but nothing works. They do things, to people, I could tell you stories.”

Mike says, “So you want to enslave them.”

The man says, “No, but I was called to the principal”s office for my youngest, she”s 10, from my current marriage, and the principal said that my two oldest girls were corrupting her, and that if things continued that I”d loose all three. I know if my youngest turns out like the older two that I”ll loose my wife for sure, and I can”t let that happen because, well I just can”t. Anyway the principal suggested in the strongest terms that I enslave my two oldest - to save the other two, my youngest and my wife - and try to move on, and I”m thinking about it very hard.”

Mike says, “We can take them off your hands.”

The man says, “They”re a handful.”

Mike says, “Not a problem.”

The man says, “Do you really think so?” he sounded relieved, almost happy. The man continues, “You wouldn”t have to hurt them, and they wouldn”t be killed or something. Would you?”

Mike says, “I”m not going to lie to you, sometimes that happens.”

The man says, “Well, an eye for an eye.”

He took a breath.

The man says, “Do I have to make an appointment?”

Mike says, “We”re open till 5pm today.”

The man says, “I”ll be there, with two girls in tow. ”

Mike says, “You”ll need to bring their birth certificates, and yours and your wife”s social security number. How old are the girls?”

The man says, “seventeen and three quarters.”

Mike says, “And the other one?”

The man says, “They”re twins.”

Mike says, “And you”re their father?”

The man says, “Yes.”

Mike says, “If you give me your name and theirs, I”ll have the paperwork ready for you to sign when you arrive.”

The man says, “My name is Anderson. Nick Anderson. The girls are Allison and Sharon.”

Mike says, “We”ll be waiting.”

Mr. Anderson says, “Thank you” and hang”s up.

A half hour later a young man, over 16 years old, shows up, smiling, looking everywhere in the office. The young man says, “Are the Anderson Twins here yet?”

Lilly says, “The who?”

The young man says, “I was watching TV, and I heard Mr. Anderson talking with Mike saying he was going to bring his daughters down for enslavement.”

Lilly says, “I don”t think there”s anyone here by that name. Mike”s busy, and Ingrid is working on some paperwork in the other room.”

The young man says, “Can I wait here?”

Lilly says, “Do you have business here?”

The young man says, “I have cash.” The wad could have contained a couple thousand dollars, depending on the denominations of the bills in the middle.

Lilly says, “You can wait.”

The young man says, “I”m having a really good week. I got a scholarship to cal tech. My father”s been saving up for years to send me to college, and with the scholarship he”s giving me half of that savings. He says I should use a third of it to give me better school supplies than my peers, another third on clothes and maybe a small car, and the last third on fun educational things to broaden my perspective that will be useful later in life. He suggested a bit of travel. I”m a virgin. The Anderson Twins should take care of that problem very well. They”re really pretty. They”re on the yearbook committee. That”s how we met. They took my picture.”

Lilly says, “Do you want to rent them?”

The young man says, “I want to buy them. I”m not going to get ahead in the corporate empire without a good woman at my side, and no good woman”s going to talk to an inexperienced geek like me. So I”m going to fuck them for a few years and build up experience and take the edge off, and then I”ll dispose of them and go searching for a decent wife when I”m ready to make my fortune. Is it true that sex clears up acne?”

The phone rang, and Lilly answered it.

The young man said, “My name is James.” Lilly wasn”t listening. He sat down.

A while later Mr. Anderson showed up, with a girl”s wrist in either hand, not actually dragging them in, but they were trying to walk backwards as he pulled them inside and endured their verbal abuse.

Mr. Anderson announced, “I”ve got two here for commitment. The name is Anderson.”

He yelled to the twins, “Sit Down!” and half flung them towards two chairs by the wall furthest from the door.

Ingrid appeared, specimen cups in one hand, and enslavement papers in the other. “I need everyone”s photo ID, and their birth certificates, and these need a urine sample from each of them.”

Mr. Anderson pulled the IDs out of his pocket and put them on the counter in front of Ingrid. Then he took the specimen cups and handed them to his daughters. He had spotted the door marked “washroom”, and pointed to the door and said, “Get in there and pee in the cup. Not on the floor. Not on the walls. Not anywhere but in the cup. Don”t spill any, and bring it carefully back out here.”

Sharon Anderson said, “You”re not really going to make us slaves are you daddy?”

Allison was looking at the young man James.

Mr. Anderson said, “Get in there.”

Allison said, “I”m not taking my clothes off in front of him, or you either. He”s in my class at school. Well, not any of My classes, but the same year. He skipped a grade, so he”s the youngest. Anyway I know him! His name is James something. He can”t see me naked. I”m a cheerleader and he”s in the chess club for crying out loud! He”d tell people at school! The girls would oust me!”

Mr. Anderson pulled her out of her seat by her arm, and thrust her towards the washroom.

The young man, James, was grinning.

A few minutes later Allison and Sharon returned, set their specimen cups on the counter, and Ingrid did the tests and sealed and set the cups away for later storage.

Ingrid announced, “You two are now slaves. Please write down up to three people that you want me to contact as your first possible buyers. There is no guarantee that they will be your first owners.”

Allison and Sharon looked at each other. Allison spoke first, “How about Christian Ellerbee?”

Sharon said, “Oh yes. He”s dreamy. Put him down. I wouldn”t mind being owned by him.” Allison wrote it down.

Ingrid asked, “Anyone else?”

Allison said, “He”ll do. We want him.”

Sharon said, “He”s nice and dumb. Like some other men I know.”

Sharon turned to her father and stuck her tongue out.

Mr. Anderson said, “I wash my hands of you” and walked out without looking back.

Sharon turned to Ingrid, and said, “I thought he”d never leave. Can we go now?”

Ingrid said, “You”re slaves.”

Mike came in, pursued by a man with a camera, “Stay where you are or you”ll be killed.”

Allison said, “But”

Mike added, “Slaves don”t question orders.”

The two twins looked up at Mike. He seemed serious. They”d both noticed Ingrid”s haughty presence evaporated when Mike walked in.

Ingrid said, “I was just about to phone their first contact.”

Mike said, without taking his glare off the twins, “Do that.”

Ingrid went to the phone and dialed. In moments she was talking to Christian.

Allison was staring at James, staring him down. He just sat there listening contentedly, watching the three women, Allison and Sharon, and Ingrid.

Sharon was trying to convince Mike that she wasn”t a slave. She was quite surprised that he didn”t seem to appreciate her arguments. At one point, when Mike reached for her, she started running around the room, with Mike giving chase. Allison, watching, laughed at the spectacle of the older man chasing the fit young woman around and around.

Ingrid hung up the phone, and said, “Mike? Christian Ellerbee says, and I quote, “I wouldn”t take those two cunts if you gave me a ten thousand dollar bribe”.”

Mike, having stopped near the only exit door, faced down Sharon at the opposite corner of the room.

Mike said, “Then list them for sale.”

James stood up, and said, “I”ll buy them.” And held up the wad of cash.

Mike turned to James and said, “Sold.”

Allison said, “You can”t sell us to him!”

James handed Mike the cash.

Mike said, “They”re yours.”

James turned to the girls and said, “Strip.”

Allison said, “I”m not taking my clothes off in front of that fucking camera!”

Sharon said, “We”re not going anywhere with you pipsqueak!”

James, standing between and six feet from each girl, raised his fists in their direction, pushed his middle finger into his palm, Spiderman style, and with the sound of a zap both girls stood and shook as if in a grand mal seizure for a moment, with their eyes rolling into the backs of their heads. James released his fingers from his palms and both girls dropped to the floor unconscious.

James yanked the four wires, two from each of his wrists, out, and then pulled the tines out of the girl”s flanks, and coiled and then disposed of the wires in the garbage can.

Mike had a good idea what he had used.

James, proud, undid one of his shirtsleeves to show off his latest purchase.

Strapped to his forearm, from wrist to elbow was a steel curve about an inch thick. A flesh colored elastic came out at the wrist, wrapped around his index finger, stretching a button across his palm. It was a concealed tazer.

James said, “I got these today at the slave shop. According to the instructions, the shock induces short-term memory loss, which means I”ll be able to surprise them again and again with them. Isn”t that cool?”

Mike said, “Don”t depend on those kid. I”ve heard of people shooting themselves in the wrists, and people missing or hitting other targets. And you need line of sight.”

Mike thought, “mine have GPS and range and path detection, and I don”t need to keep an eye on the girls 24/7. I can sleep. I wonder if I can get sued for anti-product placement.”

James reset the tazers with two new projectile packs about the size of a ballpoint pen from his back pocket, and did up his sleeve as he walked back towards Allison.

James knelt over Allison”s unconscious body and started undressing her.

James looked up at Mike and said, “I hope you don”t mind.”

Mike said, “Go ahead kid.”

James said, “Thanks.”

Mike thought, “A sale in five minutes work. And I got a little exercise.”Mike set the garbage pail beside Allison”s hip, and left into the back room.

James stripped her, throwing her clothes into the garbage pail, and then stripped Sharon.

Then James picked up Allison, fireman carry, and carried her outside and dumped her into the back seat of his father”s car. He wasn”t a large lad, but the girls were smaller than he was. He returned a moment later for Sharon, carrying her in the same way.

James knew that no one at school would believe him. He”d have to call Chris. Chris was editor of the school newspaper. Pictures were easy enough, but a couple hundred color prints, one for every student who had ever met the twins, yes Chris could do that. They’d never be published in the school paper of course, due to teacher oversight. Just handouts.

He drove off, for home, for his bedroom. It was less than a five-minute drive. There was a good possibility that by the time they woke up, he”d already have lost his virginity.

Twice