Being Twins

by Rachael Free

 

I knew something wasn't quite right but I couldn't be sure. My life for the past 10 years with my wife Jane was great. My name is Richard. Jane was 5'8", 120 pounds, lean trim body, 38D breasts, beautiful blonde hair and stunning features. I was 5'9", 148 pounds, and little chest or body hair. We got along like real friends and were great lovers, up until recently that is. In the past six months our relationship seemed to be going in opposite directions. Sex was infrequent and just routine, our time together was spent with her on the internet, and we rarely ever associated with our friends.

I had to find out what was wrong. Whenever I brought it up to her she just said she was too busy and tired from working so hard. She did work hard and had a one hour commute to and from work everyday. She had some dinner and right to the computer.

A close friend is a computer expert and he said he could find out what Jane was up to be installing a program that tracked her online visits. I hated doing this but I had to find out why the attraction to the computer and less interest in me. The program was installed and within a week I was amazed at the sites she was visiting and some of her communications. This I had to confront.

I waited until the weekend so we could have time together. At breakfast on Saturday morning I just came out with the info I had on her. She looked at me and started crying. I held her as she began to tell me about how she was ordered to do these things and couldn't change anything without harm coming to her and me. I was getting more and more confused until we sat and talked for the next two hours. I couldn't believe the story but realized the seriousness of the problem.

It seems that her boss had her perform some illegal transactions at work and now she was an accomplice and being blackmailed. The sites were sex sites where she would chat with men, sharing XX pics of her with other men, women, and shemales. The sites were all run by a criminal group who her boss owed money. She was no deeply involved with money laundering and if she did not comply with their directions, she and I would be seriously hurt.

The online stuff didn't mean as much as her having sex with these people. She would go to work as usual but not at the office but to a condominium where the masterminds owned and where she was used and abused. Now I know why she was so distant and avoided sex. All this turmoil in six months. She also told me that if we got the police involved we would be killed. My blood began to boil. I had to do something, we couldn't go on like this forever. I needed a plan.

The next week flew by and I tried consoling her every day when she came home. My plan was to find out when the masterminds were at the condo the next week, get in somehow and tasar them so I could call 911 to have them arrested. I already talked to a police officer and private investigator and they wouldn't do anything until I made the call. Jane told me the entire group met every Wednesday at 10 AM like clockwork. That would be the perfect time. Now to just get in.

That evening, Jane was online, as usual, chatting with strangers and discussing the dirtiest things. Tomorrow this would all be over. I was getting my tools ready for the strike when I heard the front doorbell. Now who could that be? We haven't had any quests since all this started.

Jane was still on the computer as I walked to the door. I saw a man holding a basket of flowers. I opened the door to greet him when the door was kicked open throwing me to the floor and the biggest black man I have ever seen enters the doorway. He just stands there for a second and then comes over to me and points a gun in my face. Jane comes around the corner and lets out a scream. In come four other men who tell Jane to shut up and sit down. She immediately responded and sat down. I sat frozen just feet away from my tasar. I dare not move or I'll die.

They closed the door and I was told to get up and sit next to Jane. The big black man kept the gun on me as I sat next to Jane. The four men went into our dining room and sat down. We could only hear low voices as we sat, worrying about our lives. "Bring them in here," rang out as we were yanked up and led into the dining room. The four men kept talking as we were led to stand together facing them.

"Now, now. Jane, you haven't been honest with us, have you?" My tasar was on the table with the phone numbers of a private investigator and the police officer who I was to call once I immobilized them in the condo. "Well, what are we to do now? You knew the consequences if you told someone and it looks like your dear old hubby was ready to try and hurt us. We have decided to change your lives a bit now that you've involved your knight in shining armor, or should I say maiden in a shining dress." We looked at the man and wondered what that meant. Just then, I felt a prick in my arm and then blackness….

I woke up in a strange bed, naked, with my wife tied to a chair. My arms and legs were tied to the bed making it impossible for me to move. I had some kind of ball in my mouth so I couldn't talk. I tried grunting and Jane whispered for me to keep quiet or she would be beat. I laid there quiet for at least an hour when the door opened and Jane was untied and taken out of the room. The big black man came over to me and looked at me saying, "I think I'm going to like you being my bitch." Why did he call me bitch? "When you finally come around, you will love the new you".

He took a syringe and injected a liquid into the vein in my arm. A warm rush enveloped me as I went into a dreamlike place in my mind. I could here things happening around me but the drug made me useless in wanting to even move. I don't know how long I was out but I started waking again. As I gained my sight, I was laying in the bed, no longer tied down but was dressed in a dressing gown. I pushed "my" hair away from my face. "My" hair. I had short hair when I came here. What did they do to me. Jane come over to me and stroked my head, putting her finger to my lips so I didn't speak. She bent down and whispered in my ear, "Be very quiet, They will hurt me more if they know we were talking." I nodded and she took her finger away. I saw some red lipstick on her finger as she took it away from my face.

Again whispering, she said, "We have to follow everything they tell us or we will be hurt badly. I have been told to work with you to make you compliant. "Please don't blame me for this, I love you and this is the only way I can help." I could see the tears in her eyes and nodded as I understood the predicament we were in at this moment. "I need to clean you up for the master." I nodded and sat up. Wow, what a headache. I felt odd too and as I looked down I saw two mounds attached to my chest that weren't there before. "I whispered, "How long have I been here?" Jane told me that it's been a month and that I have had some surgeries. Surgeries, I didn't need any surgeries. She helped me to my feet and I collapsed back on the bed. My feet hurt terribly. She gave me some 4" pink mules and told me to put them on. I did and my feet stopped hurting. I stood back up as she guided me to the bathroom. I turned and she hiked up my gown as I sat on the toilet. Without thinking, I reached down only to find my balls were removed. Only my dick was left and it seemed smaller too. My heart sank as I realized we would never have children together. I finished my duties, washed my face, brushed my teeth and she helped me back to bed.

As I regained full consciousness, I started evaluating what they had done to me. Jane told me that I now had 36C breasts, not breast forms, a 22" waist (my old waist was 30"), two ribs were removed to help with my curves, fat was injected into my hips and butt, my tendons were shortened making me only wear 4" heels or higher, my vocal cords were adjusted to give me a higher pitch, my face was redone and now I had a perky nose, high cheekbones, full pouty lips, doe eyes and a minor lift to remove excess skin and lines. Permanent eyeliner was used for a dark deep look and my lip line was also tattooed. My long blonde hair were extensions and tat I would be growing out my own hair in the future. My toenails were bright red and my manicured fingernails looked thin and also bright red to match. My skin was smooth due to the lasar hair removal and I felt soft and smooth from the lotions and creams Jane rubbed me with over the past month. In short, I was now a hottie with a little dick. Jane told me the hormones would further soften my features, fill by breasts to at lease 38D and round out my ass and hips.

Jane reached over and kissed me on my lips, softly at first then probing my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back passionately but there was no stirring in my dick at all. She started playing with my nipples making the hard. Wow, what a feeling, they were so sensitive as she kept tweaking them with her fingers. She moved her head down to one nipple and I laid back letting out a little moan responding to the pleasure of her touch. The door opened and the big black man stood in the doorway with a smile on his face. I looked up as he said, "Nice, our little fuck toys are already performing." Jane immediately pulled away and sat on the chair. "The boss wants you two to get ready. The clothes are in this bag. Now hurry up."

He threw the bag on the bed and closed the door. What was happening to me, to us? Jane came over and took out the clothes. She gave me a lacey silk demi bra and panty set and said, hurry up and put these on. I looked at her with confusion. Here, I'll help you this time but you will have to learn to do this yourself. She showed me how to put it around me, hook it up, turn it around and put each arm in the strap, positioning my breasts in the flimsy cups. "There, now doesn't that feel better?" I had to admit that the support helped but this was way too much for me to absorb right now. My new tits were pushed up exposing my newly created cleavage. Jane had me put on some type of thong that pulled my little dick back making me look flat in the front. A garter belt was next and silky stockings followed. They just slid up my smooth legs as she helped attach then to the garter. I slid the panties up and she helped adjust them over my hips. She then told me to raise my arms as she slid a cherry red, silky dress over my head. It dropped down over my breasts and settling on my hips. It just covered my ass showing most of the garter and stockings. My breasts were also exposed with the low plunging neckline. She tied up some laces in the back as it drew in to me following my new curves. "Here, put these on", as she passed my 5", fuck-me-pumps in cherry red. Now, just stand there and wait for me to finish. I turned around and looked in the mirror. I didn't recognize myself. I was a man just a month ago and was now a sexy shemale. What have I done? How can I get out of this? All sorts of questions were racing through my mind.

Jane finished dressing exactly as I was dressed and sat me down to fix my makeup. Just some eye makeup and lipstick. A spritz of perfume, dangly earrings in my now pierced ears, an ankle bracelet, small gold chain with a little heart around my neck and a small clutch purse. I stood next to her as we looked in the mirror. My god, the surgeries made me look like Jane's twin, even down to the size of our breasts. I turned to Jane and we hugged knowing our lives would never be the same.

Jane opened the door of the room and it was obvious we were not in our own home but a high rise condominium overlooking Lake Michigan. Well at least we were still in Chicago. How could I get a message to someone to help?

"Come here bitches", yelled one of the men. We walked over to the table where they were sitting and were told that we were now the Statler twins, Mandy and Mindy. Mandy (my new name) had a little something extra too. We were told that were were never to leave the condo, never to answer a telephone, never answer the door and never talk unless asked to. If we failed to follow our orders, we would be severely punished. We just nodded, accepting our fate.

We were told to sit on the couch and start making out as a man with a video camera documented our performance. Kissing Jane, now Mindy, seemed to calm me. Just being close to her helped. Jane, oops, I'm sorry, Mindy, was getting hot and really started kissing me with passion as our mouths became one, our lipstick covered each others face and our tongues ravaged each other mouth. Melissa started playing with by tits through my dress and I began to moan with pleasure. We continued kissing and sucking each others tits as Mindy had an orgasm. I was ordered down on my knees as Mindy removed her panties and told to start eating her out. She was dripping wet as I leaned forward and licked and sucked her to multiple orgasms. All this on video too. I was so into Mindy that I didn't feel my dress being pulled up. I felt something near my ass and felt pressure. My cherry was being popped by the big black man. He was pushing against me as his large dick squeezed into my ass as I winced in pain feeling like he was tearing my asshole in two. He was finally in as he began to pound my ass, in and out, nonstop as I was told to keep sucking on Mindy's pussy. I was being violated and couldn't do anything to protect myself. Why couldn't I just fight back, why was I so submissive?

The fucking seemed to last for an hour, The pounding slowed as I could feel him swell up. He then let out a moan as I felt him cum in my ass. I could feel the warm flow of his cum, almost tasting it. He finally slowed and pulled back with a little "pop" as he pulled out of me. My cherry was popped for real. I could feel his cum seeping out of me and down the inside of my leg. I began to tear up as I looked up into my wife's eyes. She was still moaning with pleasure from my tongue. She looked down and gave my a little smile knowing I pleased her.

"Hey bitches, that's enough. Get up, get cleaned up so you can serve us dinner." We got up, I straightened my thong, pulled my panties back up, and helped Mindy straighten up as we went into the bedroom to clean up. I held her tight with our breasts mashing together and our hips pressing together. She broke away and said we had to hurry. We washed our faces and I cleaned the cum from my ass and legs. Mindy told me to put a tampon in my ass so I didn't keep leaking. What have I become, I am now a shemale with a killer body, have been fucked for the first time, ate out my wife like some lesbian, and facing a life I could never have imagined. Mindy, told me to pucker up and she put new lipstick on me. She fluffed my hair and there we were, twins again.

Mindy grabbed my hand and whispered, just keep close to me, these guys can be real mean. I nodded and followed her into the kitchen. We spent the next hour making and serving dinner to the four masters and the big black man. We were allowed to eat leftovers in the kitchen as we cleaned up. Mindy made sure I didn't overeat making sure I kept my weight under control.

After dinner, we were led to the den where we were told to sit as we watched "our" film. I was disgusted as I watched myself being fucked. I couldn't wait for the video to end. We were then told to come into the living room where the men were now on the couches and chairs. "Hey bitch, get over here", one man said as he grabbed my arm. Mindy was pulled over to another man on the couch. The man lowered his pants as Mindy was told to start sucking. Mindy had done this before and began giving the man a blowjob. What was in store for me?

My man sat in a chair and dropped his pants. Oh no, I have to blow him. I don't think I can.

"OK bitch, let's see you suck just like your sister". I kneeled down in front of him and saw his now rigid, 7" dick poking up right in front of me. "Bitch, if you bite, your dead". I lowered my head, closed my eyes and touched the end of his dick with my tongue. "Come on bitch, hurry up". No turning back now. I licked my lips and carefully lowered my head and surrounded the tip of his dick with my mouth. I could taste the pre-cum but tried to block out anything with the salty taste. I took him into my mouth as he reached my head and started pushing my down further onto his dick. He then grabbed my hair making me bob up and down on his now swelling dick. Every time he pushed my head down, I would gag until I finally could handle the reflex. "Play with yourself bitch". I reached my hand down into my panties and started playing with my own dick. To my amazement, I started getting hard. As I kept sucking his dick, I began to feel myself wanting to cum only to be disappointed. His dick seemed to get thicker and He held my head down when he erupted into the back of my throat. I had no choice but to try to swallow his load. My mouth filled with his cum and I dribbled some out and down my chin. He finally stopped cumming and relaxed my head letting me raise my head off his dick. "Lick it clean bitch". So I licked the entire shaft, his balls and wiped the cum that was on my chin. He pulled his underwear and pants up as I stayed kneeling on the floor. "Get up bitch, we're all done for tonight". I stood up and saw my wife finishing the other man off on the couch. She had a mouthful of cum and the man whispered in her ear. Mindy stood up and walked over to me with her mouth closed. She reached me, hugged me and began to kiss me. As we kissed she passed on the cum to me to share. I now had two men's cum in my belly. Mindy broke off the kiss and gave me a little smile. "OK bitches, get to bed. We'll see you two tomorrow." She held my hand as we walked into the bedroom.

I sat on the bed and began to cry. Mindy put her arm around me and told me everything will be all right. How could it get any worse? Mindy told me she was relieved that I performed and that we were not hurt. She showed my bruises from her past punishment. She led me into the bathroom and helped me clean up. I brushed my teeth but could still taste the cum. We went to the bedroom and she helped me remove my dress, stocking, garter and bra. She handed me a little pink babydoll with matching panties. She had an identical one only in blue. She helped me put moisturizer on my face and made sure our nails were not chipped. We climbed into bed, kissed like we used to do and held each other until we fell asleep.

The alarm rang at 6AM. Why so early? Mindy told me to hurry and shower so we could get ready for breakfast. She handed me a shower cap so I didn't get my hair wet. Wow, the troubles of being a girl. I put on the shower cap and quickly washed myself. I took some time washing my new breasts and nipples finding that I was also stroking myself at the same time. Mindy opened the curtain to get in the shower and saw me pleasuring myself. She told me I didn't have time for that now. I was embarrassed and finished washing. I looked at my face in the mirror and realized I didn't need much makeup. Mindy told me to moisturize again, put lotion over my body (lilac smell), and put a fresh tampon in my "pussy". Did she say "Pussy"?

I dried and walked into the bedroom seeing the clothes we were wearing today. Identical outfits just like yesterday only they were strapless cocktail dresses. Mindy came out and I asked how in the world we were going to wear these things. They looked so small. Mindy reached over and took a black and purple corset and began wrapping it around me. My new tits settled onto two little shelves, pushing them up and also exposing my nipples. She laced it up and started tightening the laces. I thought she would never stop. I could barely breathe. She had me raise my hands in the air as she finally stopped and tied the laces. I lowered my hands and had trouble breathing. She told me take short breaths and everything would be OK. I put on the thong again but she called it a gaff, soft pink panties and this time sheer tan pantyhose. She held out the dress as I stepped in and she raised it up to my tits. She zipped it up and I couldn't believe it actually fit. My tits were busting out of the top though. I felt totally exposed. Mindy dressed the same and she helped me again with my hair. Jewelry and heels and we were ready, looking like twins again. It was 6:30 now and we had to start breakfast. We minced into the kitchen where one man already had coffee. He gave us a smile and patted my ass. I ignored him and cooked some eggs and toast for the others. After breakfast, we cleaned up and were told to start cleaning the condo. I was used to cleaning our own home but in 5" heels, what a job. We were allowed to take a break and sit down only being able to drink a diet soda. We cleaned the rest of the afternoon and told to go change into our dresses for the evening.

Mindy and I went into the bedroom and saw the slutiest dresses you could imagine. Barely anything covering our tits or asses. We were to go braless too, something I didn't want to do. We took off our clothes, cleaned up a bit, put on new perfume, and put on our dresses. New heels to go with the outfits and we were ready. Mindy handed me my purse, including the things I would need….lipstick, blush, tissues, mascara, powder and most importantly, extra tampons. We checked ourselves out in the mirror and walked into the living room. One guy whistled as we entered. Here I was, a twin to my wife, and being treated like a slut. We were told we were going to a party so we better be on our best behavior.

We were each given a shoulder mink as we walked out of the condo, down the elevator and into a waiting limo. Four guys in Tuxes and the two of us in the most revealing dresses you could imagine. Well the night went as expected. I sucked ten guys and fucked four other while Mindy sucked 13 and fucked 9. They liked her real pussy better than mine I guess. I felt a little jealous, now why would I feel that way? Back to the condo and the cycle started over again.

We kept to the same schedule every day - breakfast, cleaning, dick sucking, fucking, "lesbian" action, dinner, more videos, and so on. I forgot what day it was and just rolled with the punches. Mindy and I helped each other but our relationship seemed to cool off. We still slept together, still kissed but it just wasn't the same. I started enjoying a nice fat cock in my "pussy" and began looking forward to our fuck time with the guys. We still dressed identical and I carried myself as a real girl with all the mannerisms. My dick wouldn't even get hard any more and was basically useless. The hormones I was taking were also playing with my emotions and also rounding out my ass and tits. I had to keep on a strict diet so I didn't gain weight. We were probably going on three months now held captive in this place.

One afternoon I overheard one of the guys talking about the cops and maybe having to move. That night we were told to pack our clothes and things, we would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. That evening, Mindy and I were given a set of headphones and told to watch the video. I seem to have zoned out not remembering any of the video. I looked over at Mindy and she was still in a trance. I got up and walked into the living room and a beautiful woman was in the room in a beautiful dress. The guys were gone and there was only me, the woman and another girl in the room. She walked up to me and said, "Richard?". I answered, "No I'm Mandy". She took my hand and led me out the door and into a waiting limo. The other girl stayed behind to look after Mindy I guess. I followed like I was in a trance, not questioning anything. I was taken to the back of a building and led inside. I was told to undress and lay on the table. I felt a prick in my arm and then blackness.

I woke up in a room with sunlight coming through the window. I looked over at the chair and there was Mindy. She was wearing jeans, a nice top, nice flats, her hair now styled very nice and looking like the old Jane I remembered. I spoke out, "Mindy, is that you?", She replied, "No dear, it's Jane again." I laid there totally bewildered, not knowing where I was, what was happening or even who I was.

Jane came over to the bed and took my hand. I wasn't wearing any fingernail polish which seemed odd. She reached down and kissed me lightly just as we would do when we were married. She stroked my hair and began to tell me the story of what happened and where we were now. It seems, the bad guys who kidnapped us were killed that night along with their bodyguard. Jane and I were forced to listen to hypnotic tapes that night that would render use dumber than dumb, two bimbos in the making. The plan was to sell us off to a Mexican organization as two new whores. I was to get a real pussy too. The bad guys were overheard in a restaurant bragging about how they forced a couple to become twins, one being a slut and the other, a shemale slut for their own use. One table over was a private investigator who was aware of our disappearance six months earlier. This group was always suspected in our disappearance but there was no proof to ever convict them. The investigator called some other associates who met up with them in a bar later in the evening. A gunfight developed and the bad guys were shot dead. They used the information on the condo to track us down and here we are.

This was too much for me to absorb. "Mindy, or Jane, sorry. What about us?" Jane went on to tell me that I had been out now for the past week. The doctors were able to repair the tendons in my legs but the hormones I had been taking totally rendered me useless from ever having an erection. Not much else could really be done. With no testicles, she was asked if I would be OK if they reconstructed my genitals so that they would fit my new body. Jane cried over the decision but felt she had to look out for my best interest.

"So here you are, a new woman. Your still technically my husband but we can get back to our lives without worrying about anything." I started to get a tear in my eyes and Jane wiped away the tear with a tissue. "Please don't feel that you have to say anything. It was all my fault. I'm so proud that you helped me through the pain of this. I love you even more for that. There was a reward for our recovery which they are giving to us and the FBI is ready to help us in the witness protection program to make sure any other bad guys never come after us. We can virtually move anywhere. Do you have any suggestions?" I looked at Jane and felt so lucky to have her back again.

Here we sit on the sandy beach in St Thomas. The FBI had no problem setting us up. The sun is perfect, the Pina Coladas taste great, the water is fantastic and our little pink bikinis really show off our near perfect bodies. Oh, our tans are great too. We now own a small designer studio and sell only the finest bikini's, clothes and jewelry to high end visitors. They all know us as Barbie and Bambi, the Dalton twins.

Life is good again.

  

  

  

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