Sanctuary of Shame

Jenny and I had always been animal lovers. After all, we had been brought up on a farm and were, literally, surrounded by them. Now in our late twenties with failed marriages behind each of us, we had decided to live together in the country and devote our time and energy to their care and protection. It was a case of wanting to put into practice what we preached and believed in, for both of us were active members of animal rights charities and had been for many years.

Fortunately, the money from our respective divorce settlements had been just enough to pool our resources and buy a suitable place where we both could live. We looked long and hard for months before the ideal property cropped up. But, eventually, it did, a small farm house with outbuildings and land near Swindon. It was a bit outside our price range but with the help of a bank loan we could just about afford it. Also, upon inspection, we could see that with a modest amount spent on modifications and equipment we could have what we had set our hearts on ... a care and rescue centre for animals.

Jenny was my twin sister and my mirror image. Both of us were fairly tall, blonde and well, yes, very pretty. Also, although it's not relevant to the story I am about to tell you, we did a fair bit of modelling in our younger days. Luckily, back then, you didn't have to be stick insects to do modelling work. And, I know I am not bragging in the slightest, when I say that we were young and healthy and had the figures to go with it. That meant small waists, pert bottoms, full generous breasts and long shapely legs. In other words, we were the epitome of female beauty. We also won several beauty competitions in our prime including Miss Devon, Miss Lovely Legs and Most Beautiful Booty, either in our own right, or, as most beautiful twins. And, even now, in our late twenties, we have managed to keep our lithesome figures.

On the other hand, when came to choosing husbands, we both did rather badly. We ended up with handsome arrogant brutes and suffered the same miseries. Unfortunately, the guys we fell for turned out to be nothing but male chauvinist pigs, taking us for granted and treating us like dirt. Both of us got cheated on and were used like unpaid housemaids. The trouble was, that because of our docile and subservient natures, our partners were able to walk all over us. We didn't seem to have the strength of character to stick up for ourselves. Eventually, after putting up with our miserable lives for long enough we decided to make a stand. With our parents help, we employed private detectives and collected the necessary evidence of infidelity. It was finally a relief to get out of the marriages and be independent again, even though we got less than we would have liked from the divorce.

A few months later we had completed the purchase of the property and were up and running. And, although neither of us had much of a business head, or, were especially good with figures, we were rather proud of having got our project started. What we didn't take into account, however, was the week by week cost of keeping the place ticking over. As the weeks and months went by, we found we were struggling to keep our heads above water. It got to a point where uncomfortable decisions had to be taken. For example, both our cars had to go and we had to settle for a second hand van that had seen better days.

In those early days we kept all kinds of animals on the premises, dogs, cats, ducks, geese, rabbits, ponies, pigs, goats and horses. The list just seemed to go on and on. I think the locals just saw us as a kind of dumping ground for their unwanted animals. Also, when we started up, we had two or three young girls helping out at pathetically low rates of pay. They were the kind of girls who loved animals and would have probably worked for nothing given the chance. However, as the weeks went by and college enrolment beckoned, we lost all but one, a sweet 18 year old local girl called Amy. She continued to come two or three days a week even though some weeks we couldn't pay her any wages. Fortunately, she seemed to come from a well to do family who were glad enough to have the girl occupied in something she enjoyed doing. Every now and then, we allowed her to sleepover in the hayloft. Her folks didn't seem to mind when she stayed with us.

Looking back, I could see that we were incredibly naïve about all sorts of things. We were looked upon as kind hearted softies who couldn't turn anything down. The trouble was that the more we took in, the higher went the feeding costs and our visits to the local vet became more frequent. Fortunately, he was a sympathetic and kind hearted soul who gave us special rates.

Also our local food supplier, Mr Josephs, was equally as generous with the supply and charges for animal food. It was he who suggested who we should go to when the alterations to our outbuildings and the setting up of the compounds was necessary. As a result, all the work was done speedily and at a satisfactory cost.

Then, one day when we were out in the yard feeding the rabbits Mr. Josephs van swung onto our parking area with the weekly food order. He had some bad news for us. "This is the last time I shall be delivering to you I am afraid," he told us as he carried the various bags and sacks in to our food store. "I will be retiring from my business at the end of this week." He went on to explain that his wife was not in good health and they had decided to move to be with her brother who lived in Jersey. "It's all a bit sudden," he told us apologetically "but we've made our decision so that's that."

Jenny and I looked at each other anxiously when we heard this news. We had both thought the same thing at the same time. Where would we get at our food supplies, now and how much extra would it cost us?

As it turned out, our fears were well justified, because, when we made enquiries there was only one supplier in the area we could go to, a Mr. Ralph Jackman, who, unfortunately, didn't have the best of reputations. Unfortunately, for better or worse we were stuck with him.

We got our first look at him the following week when he turned up with our order. He was a bit more expensive than his predecessor, but, there was nothing that we could do about it. The animals had to have their food.

He was a rough looking chap, powerfully built, with a greasy, dark complexion and a seemingly permanent sneer plastered across his face. He was also very nosey and after unloading our supplies, proceeded to have a good look round the premises. I remember that on that day he was wearing a cut off T shirt and as he walked around. I remember noticing various tattoos on his arms and even on the back of his neck.

Jenny and I disliked him on first sight. From the way he talked and acted, he reminded us of the sort of man we had been desperate to get away from.

One morning, after unloading our animal food order, he started to wander around. Jenny and I were busy carrying the bags into our storeroom when we heard the dogs growling and barking followed by a shout and string of obscenities from Jackman. As we ran to the scene, we saw him holding a bloodstained arm and trying to hold off one of our dogs. Jenny immediately ushered the dog away and tied him up as he continued to bark at our visitor. As she turned, our eyes met and I knew that we were thinking the same thing. Rex, the dog in question, was only here in the first place because Jenny had pleaded for him the last time he had got in trouble for the very same thing. Then, it had been a postman in a nearby village who had suffered as he had opened a garden gate. There had been talk of putting him down until Jenny had offered to take him and look after him. Since then, my soft hearted sister had grown to love the dog. Now we both looked at Jackman and the injury the dog had caused.

"That fucking dog bit me," he whined. "Just look at that," he said pointing to teeth marks and the blood on his arm. There was no doubt that the dog had bitten him and I suggested that we go inside so I could see to the wound. So while Jenny quietened down the dogs and locked them up in the pen I got out the first aid box and started to clean up the wound.

"How long is it since you had a tetanus jab?" I asked as I bandaged him up.

"I can't remember," he growled.

"Well, you had better pop into the doctors and get one," I advised him, "just to be on the safe side."

"Yeah" he replied. "And, at the same time, I'll report that vicious fucking dog to the authorities and get the damn thing put down."

Jenny appeared in the open doorway just in time to hear his threat. It was what she had feared.

"Oh no," she wailed ..."not that, please...he's not used to strangers that's all. There's no harm in him, really."

I could tell by her reaction that she was shocked and distressed and no doubt Jackman saw it too because he turned it to his advantage. He went on and on about it being his duty to report vicious animals to the police and why dogs like that should be put down. And, all the time he spoke, he was watching Jenny get more and more tearful and distraught. It was obvious that she cared deeply about the dog's fate and his evil mind was working overtime.

"Well, perhaps there might be an alternative to having the dog destroyed" he finally announced.

We both looked at him as Jenny suddenly stopped crying, her eyes filled with hope.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"I was thinking that the owner could be punished instead," he declared.

There was silence in the room as we took in his remarks. After a few more seconds I asked him the obvious question.

"By punishment...you mean, what, exactly," I enquired.

He tugged free the large belt from his trousers. "I mean punishment in the old fashioned sense," he grunted. "We settle it here and now or else it's the end of the road for that dog."

"Now just a minute...," I said shocked to the core at his primitive suggestion.

But then Jenny was clutching at my arm ready to do anything to save her damn dog. "Yes, perhaps it's the best way, Sarah," she blurted out. "Don't you agree?"

"No, Jenny, No," I said shaking her by the shoulders. "It's absurd; you don't have to do this. We're not back at public school."

"Well, you had better make your mind up ladies," snorted Jackman, getting up and walking towards the door, because otherwise, I'm off to town to sort this out. They'll need my statement and the doctor's report."

As Jackman headed purposefully towards his van, Jenny put both hands to her head and shrieked. Then she ran out after Jackman and I knew that despite my advice she was going to accede to his demands. All I could do was look out of the kitchen window and watch as Jenny caught up to him and begged him not to carry out his threats over the dog. It was exactly what Jackman had wanted and his unbending stance told me he was extracting maximum concessions from Jenny's pathetic weakness. I saw her nodding and agreeing to every demand he made. Eventually, happy with the negotiations, he grabbed Jenny's wrist and hauled her back towards the house.

Later, I realised that she must have agreed to take the punishment in our bedroom because that's where he took her. By the time I got there, he had slipped the security chain on the door and all I could do was peer through a 3 inch gap in the door. "Jenny," I shouted, "please don't let him do this to you..."

But, I could see that my pleadings were not the make the slightest bit of difference.

I bit my lip in anguish as I listened to his gruff demands and my sister's pathetic acquiescence

"Take off that fucking skirt "he ordered as he took off his belt in readiness.

I gasped as Jenny undid her zip and let her skirt fall down past her leather boots.

"Now those panties" he demanded.

"Jenny! What are you doing?" I shrieked, but, I was too late, she was already peeling them off. I could see Jackman grinning as she meekly handed them to him. It was obvious now that she had agreed to strip off for him. She was going to take it bare assed.

Jackman paused as he held up her panties to his nostril and breathed in deeply. He was looking at the door with a triumphant grin on his face, knowing I was watching. He wanted me to see that he was in total control. Then his hands were on her hips as he positioned her ready for his lashes. She was standing submissively in the classic pose; head down on the bed, legs straight and slightly apart in her high heeled boots as she stood on the floor. Then, the cheeky bastard unclipped her bra at the back and took it off her. Amazingly, there was no protest from Jenny as her large breasts tumbled free and the man reached forward and helped himself to a generous feel. I couldn't believe my eyes. Now, apart from her knee high black boots, she was completely naked and at his mercy. I saw Jackman hold her hips and jerk his loins backwards and forwards towards her naked backside. He grinned towards the door knowing I was watching his every move. The message couldn't have been clearer as he simulated the fucking motion.

"You bastard," I hissed.

Then I guess the temptation of Jenny's round and naked backside became too much for him. It was an ass pushed up high and begging to be whipped. Jenny knew the position well and didn't move a muscle. Her cruel and nasty husband had taught her well, because he had often punished her like this. Unfortunately, I too had also suffered similar treatment and I closed my eyes and remembered all the pain and humiliation of the bad days of my marriage when I had submissively allowed my husband to take out his anger on me in exactly this way. Now, just when we thought we were free of all this cruelty, it was all happening all over again.

When I focused again, Jackman's expression was cruel and full of lust. He had a beautiful woman, naked, submissive and at his mercy. No doubt, he could not believe his good fortune. I saw him pick up his belt and wind the buckle part around his wrist. He was a powerful man with a strong physique and I feared for my sister's well being.

Swish-thwack! ...the first vicious lash landed and landed perfectly on her poor bottom. Jenny howled out in pain and back out in the yard the dogs joined the chorus.

Swish-thwack! ...a second swipe fell bang on target as Jackman found his range, this time Jenny screamed in agony. Christ it must have hurt.

Swish-thwack! ...Jackman's aim was unrelenting. And Jenny's deep sob said it all.

"Leave her alone," you bastard. I yelled as I tried to force the door open. But the door was solid and the security chain too strong.

Swish-thwack!

Jackman's answer was just to grin back at me and lash at Jenny again, more viciously than before. Jenny just collapsed with a agonised cry that tore my heart out.

"Jenny!" I cried. But there was nothing I could do to help her.

Now she was sobbing at Jackman's feet, pleading with him in a low desperate voice that I could not make out. Jackman stood looking down at her, belt in hand with an expression on his face that I had seen many times before. It was a look of a master looking at a victim in triumph and my heart sank in despair as I realised that Jenny had just surrendered to him... unconditionally.

"Oh Jenny," I sympathised, knowing what was about to happen.

I should have turned my head and looked away at that point because I knew it would be all downhill for her now. But, like a rabbit caught in the headlights I froze at the keyhole and watched everything that was going on.

Jackman unzipped and discarded his shorts; it was all he was wearing from the waist down. My jaw dropped and eyes opened wide when I saw the size of his erect penis. It was huge and must have been about 8 inches long. I forgot about my sister's plight as I gazed in wonder at his manhood. The man may have been a complete and utter bastard but he made me go weak at the knees in that moment. None of my few previous sexual partners, including my ex-husband, had equipment that could match him. "Lucky Jenny," I couldn't help but think even in that moment of distress.

Then, I hated him again, as he pulled at my sister's ponytail and forced her onto the bed. He made her lie with her legs spread well apart as he got in close. I knew from personal experience that getting your bottom spanked hard could be a big turn on for a girl and that certainly seemed to be true in Jenny's case because she started to gasp and moan as soon as he started to touch her. His hands roamed across her thighs and tits as he helped himself to her charms. I stood on tip toes to get a better view and was just in time to see his fingers close in on her vagina. Like me, Jenny shaved down there and was ultra sensitive to anyone touching her clitoris. Well, he fingered her there for such a long time, and, before long, Jenny was threshing her head from side to side as if she were demented. She was squealing and moaning to such an extent that it was obvious that he had her completely worked up. Then extra fingers were employed and I could soon hear familiar squelching noises emanating from Jenny's wide open cunt. I could only imagine the effect that his busily probing fingers would be having on her.

Then he started on her tits and I bit my lip as he nipped and pulled on my twin sister's nipples. She had biggish breasts just like me which usually drew a lot of attention. In sympathy with Jenny, my hand undid a couple of buttons on my blouse and reached inside to cup my own right breast. Watching what he was doing to her had made my own nipples stand out and go hard just like hers. I moaned as I started gently felt my own tit. But, I could see that there was no gentleness employed by Jackman, as he roughly squeezed and manhandled her there.

"Oh please, don't hurt me" Jenny pleaded, but from the sound of her whimpering, I couldn't honestly say whether she meant it or not.

In any case, Jackman's hands started to feel around elsewhere, all the way up and down Jenny's lovely legs and thighs and around her prize winning ass. In fact, there wasn't an inch of her that he didn't thoroughly explore, kiss and fondle. He was certainly getting full value for the bargain that had been struck with her. Anxiously, I looked at my watch. He had been at her for a full half hour. As I looked back at their naked forms I could see that he was playing with her pussy again, tormenting her clit and delving deep into her wet vagina. By this time, Jenny was bouncing up and down on the bed in a right old state. I could tell she was getting more and more desperate. Now little squeals were telling me that she was rapidly losing control. Give the devil his due. Jackman had handled her lovely body like an expert lover.

I bit my lip and gave out a little whimper as I realised that he was about to fuck his beautiful victim. Poor Jenny, I thought, she was giving everything to protect what she loved most.

Jackman chuckled in triumph as he spread her legs wide and manoeuvred his cock into her tormented vagina. There was no resistance from Jenny, indeed I got the impression that she was desperate to be seen to in this way. In a heartbeat, he was inside her, shoving in his massive cock all the way. "Ohhhhhh" Jenny gasped, as she felt the full benefit of his thrusting manhood.

From his growls and grunts, it was obvious that Jackman was determined to take full advantage of his opportunity to fuck her. On and on it went, as he fucked her with an enthusiasm that made me turn away with embarrassment. Jenny's squeals and groans reverberated through the cottage as his relentless love making took its toll.

In his passion Jackman started to mouth obscenities which I strained to pick up against the noise my sister was making.

..."shag your fucking ass off, bitch," I caught. Then..."This cunt belongs to me now missy and don't you fucking forget it"