He kept fucking Hole 2 so hard the table legs scraped across the floor. Pyotr was tireless, forcing 2 to cum again and again as he slapped and squeezed, pulled and pinched her now red and swollen and painful clit. It didn't stop her cumming again when he wrenched off the nipple clamps. The blood flowing in was exquisitely agonising as her spasming cunt proved.

Hole 1 now became his focus. The table beneath her was wet from her cunt juice. Her legs were spread so wide her open hole was easy to see but he wanted more. Sliding all his fingers in the well lubricated fuckhole he proceeded to bury his entire fist. She groaned and tried to ride it but Pyotr was having none of that.

This was training. Cumming was a reward... or a punishment.

He pushed his fist deep then splayed his fingers, stretching her entire hole. His wrist was almost as thick as his cock and looked good buried in cunt and he could see her belly move. She was literally dripping all over the table before he even moved.

He pulled his fist out with a pop and slid his cock in easily, but only a little way. Her cunt clenched on him but he held still till she understood she had no say in how much she got. Once her cunt stopped milking his cock he slapped her clit again, then a second time even harder.

She needed to learn. He reached over, yanked her clamps off and drove all the way into her cunt, pounding her hard. A few more thrusts and her cunt spasmed as she arched her back, her whole body convulsing as she came on the cock buried in her. Gasping for breathe she again tried to get his cock in deeper which earned her another agonisingly sharp twist of her already painful nipples.

Pyotr made a mental note about Hole 1. Obviously she'd get sold to men who enjoyed fisting and stretching out their fuckmeat but they'd need to know she was more cock hungry than the usual cunt. Usually it took days of hole training for them to get to this stage but this one was a natural...

Deciding it was time to get going he roughly wiped their cunts with a kitchen towel. He didn’t want his brand new import, a dark red Nissan GTR, to be dirtied. He'd only had it for a week or so but already loved it. The sheer pleasure of controlling the powerful luxurious car gave him a rare moment of peace and unadulterated joy, both the power and speed addictive. He didn't like the idea of two unbroken fucktoys inside it but there was no time for the usual transport methods.

He quickly dosed them again, the Etorphine instantly knocking them out. Cutting the zipties he carried them one at a time to his car, shackling each to the steel rings on the floor. They were there for the sole purpose of keeping a fucktoy in place but would work adequately for two. One was face up. The other was locked tightly in place on top of her but reversed so now 1's face rested on 2's cunt. The road should jostle them nicely. A leather strap around their belly's ensured neither would slip and the fact he'd plugs each ass meant the cunts would stay wet from the movement of the car. Each bump in the road would jostle the plug. Truly fucked by the car.

Pyotr returned to the house, picked up the bag from the kitchen then pressed a timer. Humming softly, he walked back to his car, glanced at the unconscious cunts, then got in and drove down the front drive. The gates opened automatically as he approched then closed back up, sealing the estate off from the world. Ninety seconds later the car was rocked from the force of the explosion as flames lit up the rear window, ensuring the many dark secrets of the estate remained permanently hidden.

His cock thickened as he remembered what he'd done to two of the female slaves as they died... and afterwords. His cock grew harder.

The road he drove along wasn't smooth so the cunts got a good plugging as he drove but his mind moved on the next step in breaking them in. It would be hard work for them.

Riding fuck machines for hours would strengthen their muscles. Squatting and being forced to hold dildo's in both holes, would improve those important muscles. Within a few days they'd better be able to ride several hours and grip the smallest dildo for even more hours. The punishment if they let it slip out was not something to ever forget.

Learn well and they'd get a proper fuckmeat reward of cum filled holes. They'd learn to squeeze a man's cum out for another to use the hole. They'd learn how to hold it in for men who preferred a cum-dump to be full and juicy. A hard belting across the cunt was also a good incentive for new holes. And when they graduated to fuckmeat status they'd be proud to wear the name Cunt.

Finally his house was in sight. Pyotr pressed the opener and drove straight thru the entrance gates, down the drive and into his underground garage. Parking his GTR in its dedicated space he he switched off the engine, got out and stetched the kinks out. His back insisted on reminding him he wasn't quite as young as he used to be.

After he freed the two girls he carried them inside to the training room. The first job was to be able to identify which slut was which so he put the iron in the ever burning fire to get hot. He cuffed each to one side of a freestanding St Andrews Cross then manipulated the remote control till their legs were fully parted. Another button swung the cross to a horizontal plane. 1 now hung from the restraints, while 2 was on her back.

He stripped down and by the time he'd changed to his leather 'work' trousers the branding iron was red hot. A heavy duty glove protected his hand from the heat as he held it over 2's thigh. Three inches below her right hip he placed his families brand against the soft flesh. He held it for the full count then pulled it cleanly away, placing it back in the fire. Ignoring her screaming he checked the brand was flawless then pressed the button to flip the cross. He repeated the identical process on 1, except the brand was on her left hip. Even the screams were the same. Putting the brand aside for cleaning later he also turned the fire down to its lowest setting.

Leaving Holes 1 and 2 alone he went upstairs. Putting on some music, he poured a generous measure of Russo-Baltique vodka and sat back, relaxing, while he sipped his drink. It was ridiculously overpriced but very good. Then again there was over 6kg of gold and silver involved so maybe not. The point was he liked it and the price was irrelevant.

Sitting there, he mentally checked things off his list while keeping glancing at the camera feed

When the two finally quieted down he went to them. The both struggled as he approached but of course made zero progress. He opened a drawer and efficiently hooked up both twins to an IV. He chatted as he worked, telling them about the drugs dripping into them, how it would change them permanently, turning them into needy sluts who would crave cock above all else. That their cunts would drip, constantly ready, needing to be used and filled. That they'd become perfect fuckpets, cocksleeves doing anything to have all their holes stuffed full. That it would be their only reason for existing.