Pyotr couldn't believe Kira and Annika had caught him by surprise. After almost twenty years eliminating the families enemies he had a wide range of useful skills. He was too good to ever be caught unprepared. He always did his homework and thoroughly researched the target's lives, their routines... and those of the people around them. How the fuck had he missed those two sluts? The daughters were still on holiday, or at least should have been.

Pyotr pulled the necessary supplies out of the firstaid tin then inspected the wound in his leg. It would need stitching before he hunted them down.

Those sluts would pay for this. He'd take both as his bonus (one advantage of your brother being the Pakhan!) and he'd break them down into perfectly trained fuckmeat, unless he fucked them to death first. He'd done that before.

His cock hardened at the thought of forcing his thick cock deep in their virgin holes, at the way they'd scream and beg not to get used, that they were bratva printsessas, too valuable to be fucked. They'd soon learn otherwise.

It no longer surprised him how quickly any female could be trained. Just like Pavlov's dog. Except it wasn't for food but to have her cunt constantly wet, ready whenever a man wanted a hole to use. All thoughts would be focused on being stretched and filled by cocks and fists and toys. The rest of the time fuck machines kept the cunts ready. It turned them into nothing but needy holes. Having identical twins as prime fuckmeat would be a good selling point.

He couldn’t wait to force them to shove their delicate fists inside each others ass, to fuck each other to order, while his friends stuffed their cunts and throats with cock. Twins would be a nice change if they survived.

Breaking in fuckmeat was his favourite job, except for slowly killing people. Both got his cock very, very hard.

A twinge in his leg reminded him that his cock needed to wait. First he had to stitch his leg then capture the dumb bitches. Ligocaine made stitching an easier job than otherwise but pulling the thread through his own flesh was still uncomfortable. Eleven neat stitches later he paused to check his work before bandaging and taping his calf. Repacking the firstaid box he put it back under the driver's seat and closed the door. Time to go hunting.

Kira and Annika were terrified. They'd come home a day early only to recognise Pyotr as he knelt over their fathers corpse, the blade still dripping blood. Panicking they'd turned to flee but slipped on the blood streaked floorboards.

Pyotr had moved fast. He may have been in his forties but he was fit and strong and in a couple of strides he'd reached the twins. Grabbing them by their long red hair he flung one to the ground while ziptying the others hands. She fought like a hellion, smashing her head back, trying to scrape her boot heel down his shin, to stomp his foot, anything to get away. He humoured her antics for a minute then a quick punch in the kidney had her in too much pain to fight. That was when the other bitch sliced his calf with her knife.

He shouldn’t have taken so long dealing with the first one... Pyotr stumbled back, the knife stuck in the material of his pants. The second girl gave it a quick look before grabbing her twin and running again.

They wouldn't get far, the property was a fortress. He guessed they'd try to get help from the estate 'workers' but that was futile. He'd dealt with the slaves when he first arrived. The twins had no idea how to move quietly and even if he hadn't known their destination it would have been an easy job to track them. A scream told him they'd found his handiwork and he smirked.

The next moment they were running straight towards him, straight into the trap he'd laid. Screeching, they both face-planted in the dirt as the ropes he'd secured in case a slave ran, tripped them over. He knocked them out with a drop of Etorphine.

It didn't take any effort to carry the new slaves back to the house, cut the clothing off and, although it was unnecessary, he also ziptied their hands and feet. He spent a few minutes enjoying the look and feel of their bodies, inspecting their holes, knowing he'd soon be buried deep inside. He grinned and carried them to the kitchen. The kitchen table was just the right height for his 6'3" frame. The cunts would be at just the right height for what he had in mind. He swapped out the zip ties so Hole 1 was secured, spreadeagled on the table. Hole 2 he treated the same. Another injection, this time naloxone and both toys opened their eyes. It only took a minute for them to realise struggling wasn't going to help.

Pyotr casually dropped his pants and boxer shorts and his already hard cock jutted out proudly as the newly renamed Hole 1 tried to wriggle away. It wasn't going to happen, she was secured but she could still move her body a little. He pinched a nipple, pinched hard, and twisted and pulled till her tit stretched out, deformed by his grip, as she shrieked in agony. Reaching to the side he picked up two heavy metal clamps and attached one to the nipple, tightening the screw all the way. Then the second one got the same treatment. Her nipples were big which meant the clamps had more flesh to squeeze, hurting her more and precum oozed from his cock head.

Hole 2 got the same treatment except he threaded a chain thru the left one and attached it to Hole 1's clamped right tit. Now if one twin moved the other would also be hurt. He yanked the chain to be sure he had the full attention of the new cunts. He pointed to one twin, calmly saying"Hole 1" then "Hole 2", pointed to the second. Both turned white, knowing what the words meant. In their world it meant the end of freewill, the end of choice, of now only being holes for men, fuckmeat to be filled and used and bred.

As soon as he was sure they understood he forced his thick cock in 1's virgin cunt, slamming balls deep as they both screamed. He did like a screamer :) As he continued to brutalise her hole he pulled the chain linking the clamps of his two new toys. Both arched up as far as they could and he felt 1's cunt tighten on his cock. He did it again. She got wetter. He pulled out and sidestepped to 2, ramming his wet cock all the way in her even wetter hole. As he fucked her he could hear the squelching of her cunt juices. Being a fair man he rammed 3 fingers in 1's hole so she wouldn't miss out. He scissored his fingers, stretching her equally soaked cunt then forced another finger in. Her cunt tried to milk his fingers as he fucked her with his hand. At this rate she'd get his fist in a few minutes. Screams were now needy whimpers from both cunts.

He stepped back from 2 and watched as her hole clenched on empty air as she mewled. He ignored 1's frantic looks when he removed his large fingers from her hole. Yanking hard on their joined chain he pinched both clits hard. Hole 2 came hard but 1 didn't. He slapped 1's clit hard three times, shoved four fingers in and slapped again. That made her cum, soaking his hand. He shoved his cock back in 2 and slammed in and out as she peaked a second time, squirting all over his groin.

Pt. 2 in a few hours 😈