The Saville Cabin
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy practically had to hold onto the bottom of her seat as the SUV rumbled over the unkempt gravel road through the woods. The slender eighteen year old’s mid length, bright pink hair could have signaled a helicopter high in the sky, flailing about like it was. Hell, even here under the perpetual cover of the thick pines everyone swore they would be able to see her from half a mile with that pseudo neon hairdo, and she enjoyed every minute of the attention.
 
 
Her more full figured sister, Sarah, had chosen a more mellow dark blue for her dye, and conversely to her sibling, everyone agreed they would have to keep a close eye on her so she didn’t blend into the evening shadows. One year the elder sibling, Sarah had taken this path once before, and expecting the roughness of the ride was enough to steel her for most of it. Or… at the very least she was better at hiding her discomfort.
 
Their best friends, Amelia and Savannah, twin brunettes on the slightly plumper side, sat behind them in the backseat. Like Amy, they too bouncing wildly as a result of the path’s brutally rocky lack of pavement. Their motion was much to the delight of Amy and Sarah’s mother, Mary Saville. Every time she looked into the rearview mirror she was treated to the sight of their well developed bosoms bobbing wildly, and putting on quite the show with every single bump and jostle. The woman wasn’t exactly timid with her appreciation of the young, female form, and these highschool seniors were fine, freshly ripe specimens that perfectly piqued the mature woman’s youth preferentialism.
 
 
It would be another fifteen minutes before the group finally reached their destination. The family’s ancestral cabin. During the drive they spent much of the time gossiping and taunting one another, when they weren’t too rattled from the road at any rate, to keep their sanity. When at last they arrived at the quaint little two level log cabin, everyone was more than eager to get off of their sore butts and take sick of the property. Only Mary and Sarah had been here before… Mary many times since she was a little girl, and only those two had experienced the debauched, taboo things that happened here. Though Amy was certainly aware of what was coming, this would be her greenhorn initiation to it all.
 
The old abode was somewhere between small and moderately sized. Certainly compact enough to be cozy compared to the manor they departed from, but not tiny enough to be cramped or claustrophobic. In fact much of the property was quite open, save for the cabin itself, a creaky shed to one side which jumped straight out of an eighties slasher flick, and a surprisingly sizable permanent fire pit. The circular, brick cooking area still held the ashes of last year’s vacation which was a bit romantic, some might say. It was something to connect one family adventure to the last. Something collective that was shared between generations.
 
 
Blissfully unaware of the family tradition that took place here, the twins were the first to rush up to the front entrance. Thankfully Amelia tended to wear her hair in a ponytail, whilst Savannah liked to keep her long hair down, so it wasn’t that difficult to tell the two apart, seeing as how both of them were simple jeans and tee-shirt gals. For their parts, Amy and Sarah preferred the nerdy and practical looks, respectively. Amy’s anime-print tee was bright and eye-catching, like her hair. Conversely, Sarah’s camo cargo shorts and black cotton shirt already faded into the environment. For her part, Mary had insisted on dressing in a sharp suit, as though she were ready for another day in the office. If things went to plan however, none of them would remain clothed for long…
 
 
"Eager to get inside girls?" Mary asked humoredly. "We've got some nice, soft couches that will feel great after that ride." With that, she began to fiddle with her keyring for a moment, until she landed on a rusted old thing that barely still fit in the lock. When the door finally creaked open, the woman theatrically waved her arms forward. "Welcome to House Saville." she said, flourishing her words as well as her motions.
 
 
Amy and Sarah followed the twins inside last, whispering conspiratorially to one another. The cabin interior was surprisingly well kept for the fact that it was merely a summer home. The wooden floors were well polished, and tastefully decorated with an assortment of dark, yet colorful rugs. To one corner stood the promised cushioned seats, arranged at a right angle such that both were facing a large, tube television against the wall. Opposite the furniture was a pleasantly quaint staircase which led to the balcony of the second floor. Finally, still higher, was a slightly macabre chandelier made of deer antlers. Each branch carefully chosen to be as symmetrical as possible with the others. Overall, there was a sort of… regal hunter air to the cabin, which spurred the imagination for everyone present. Some… more than others, as they had a better idea of what to expect… in all honesty.
 
 
"Amy! Sarah!" Mary called her daughters with an authoritative tone that would have brought a military general to attention. "Why don't you show your friends around? Everywhere except your great grandmother's room of course… Rest her soul." She paused, waiting until both gave a firm nod of confirmation. "Excellent. I'll get the tea ready…" She spoke of the drink as though it were more than just a way to quench thirst. Rather, it sounded like she viewed it as a cornerstone of the whole trip.
 
 
With that, the family matriarch departed for the kitchen and its simple gas stove, while the girls began the twenty cent tour. Passing by Mary on the way, both Amelia and Savannah were a bit surprised to see just how small the kitchen truly was. The others had talked at length about magnificent feasts that the family would have while here, but this looked like it could barely feed a family of four, and even then after numerous trips back and forth to make four separate plates. Then again, there was that huge cooking station outside and… it was a hunting lodge…
 
 
Forcing the thought to the back of their minds, the girls continued onwards, allowing themselves to be led by their confident friends into almost every square inch of the house.
 
 
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"So, this is the guest room~" Amy quickly ran inside to leap onto one of the pristine, captain style beds that stood at either end, barely illuminated by the curtained window between them. "This is wear the four of us will hang out tonight."
 
 
"But… there are only two beds." Savannah noted aloud. "Where will we all sleep?"
 
 
Sarah smiled, and leaned to rest her head on Savannah's shoulder. "We can share. We're practically adults after all~"
 
 
Savannah felt a certain, warm tingle shoot up her spine at the sudden touch, and a glance at her sister showed the sensation was shared. She and Amelia had long entertained naughty fantasies of moving their friendship with the Saville's to the next level, but had never even dared to suggest any real… intimacy. The thought of being under the same sheet was almost debilitating, in the most delightful way possible. It was only when Amy finally hopped down to continue showing them around, that they managed to pull their minds out of the gutter.
 
 
The master bedroom was a good deal more spacious, and boasted its own walk-in to the sizeable, luxurious restroom that otherwise needed to be entered from the hallway. Each of the young women briefly considered just how romantic it might have been to have a night's rendezvous here, though not a single pair of lips uttered what they were thinking. Of course Ms. Saville would get the room currently being the proper owner, but the canopied king sized bed inside was just begging to be… bounced upon, so to speak.
 
 
Only one of the upper rooms remained unexplored after the group had finished. The far left door of the hallway was clearly a good deal older. Its wood darker and its texture rougher. The handle, additionally, was of a completely different style than that of the rest of the cabin. While all of the others kept the same, brass lever design, this one was a polished wood knob. Clearly the family held something about this room in reverence, but in the end the twins determined that it wasn't their place to press about it.
 
 
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"Here you are~" Mary approached the living room, where the girls were now resting, browsing live TV. "Granny Saville's special brew." She placed a serving tray, which held two teapots and five cups, atop one of the end tables, and proceeded to draw three cups from one pot, and two from the other. Like a dutiful hostess, she refused to let her guests serve themselves, instead carefully choosing a cup to match each of their personalities…
 
 
"Thanks Ms. S!" Amelia politely took the drink but for the moment kept it between her hands, without taking a sip. "So… what's on the agenda for our first night of roughing it?"
 
 
"Roughing it?" Mary smiled. "Oh sweety, if we were truly going full wild, we'd be out there in tents and fishing for our dinner." She paused. "Though I'm sure we can enjoy one day of… local gathering, if you like." The woman gave a wink in her daughters' direction.
 
 
"That sounds good to me~" offered Sarah. "Food always tastes better if you earn it, you know?"
 
 
"Oh, well… I've never really hunted before. I'm not sure I could…"
 
 
"Oh don't worry sweety." replied Mary in a soothing voice. "The forest has lots of good food, much of which we won't even need to hunt."
 
 
While the group discussed their plans for the week Amy and Sarah both hastily gulped down their tea, expectantly looking at their friends to do the same. It was a calming brew, with hints of mint chasing down a mildly sweet flavor. When the twins finally finished their first cup they found themselves actually eagerly requesting another, and another. There was something… strangely addicting about the drink. Something irresistible really. By the end of the conversation, one of the teapots was thoroughly empty whilst the other had barely even been touched.
 
 
Mary theatrically stood up. "Well girls, we've got all week to have fun. Why don't we get some rest tonight so we can really tackle it tomorrow?"
 
 
"Yeah." Ordinarily the energetic type, Amy surprised her friends with quick agreement. "Early to bed and all that… or something…"
 
 
At that, the four of them were soon following the more mature woman back up the stairs. Despite their eagerness to explore, the twins couldn't deny that they felt more than a little spent. Besides, a bit of rest was what they needed to get their heads on straight. Ever since… the touch, they'd had other things on their mind. During the talk, both found their eyes wandering over their friends bodies, while their imaginations powered increasingly intense fantasies. Alone in the woods together, who would know if they just threw caution to the winds?
 
 
Savannah shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts, and once again Amelia seemed to know exactly what was going through her head. It was a twin thing, or so their parents had told them.
 
 
Four hygiene routines later, Savannah elected to sleep in the same bed as Sarah, and Amelia decided on Amy. After all, years ago, having the same first letter for their names had been what drew them together. As the girls settled in for the night however, a deep intensity began to take over the twins, and despite their attempts to hide it, it kept bubbling to the front of their minds.
 
 
They wanted a connection…
 
 
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No matter how polite they intended to be, their bodies simply couldn't resist growing just a little closer with each passing minute. It would be easy to blame their tendency to gravitate towards their friends on the worn mattresses. The valley between them was hard not to slide into after all. What was… a good deal more awkward to ignore though, was how in the morning, they were found guilty of wrapping their arms around their bunkmates like greedy big spoons.
 
 
For their parts, Amy and Sarah pretended not to notice. They wouldn't want to make their dear friends uncomfortable after all. In fact, the two only pretended to pretend. They knew the effects of their mother's aphrodisiac tea recipe quite… intimately, already. Playing innocent made the twins' fidgety movements all the more adorable, and ignorance was the best way to keep them coming back for more. If the trip was to go to plan, they'd only need to play dumb for a short while.
 
 
"Rise and shine girls!" came Mary's simultaneously maternal, yet stern voice from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready! Come and get it!"
 
 
The twins were the first to answer the call, giggling as they stormed down the stairs. Amy and Sarah on the other hand, patiently plodded their way to the dining room. When the two finally arrived, they were greeted to the sight of their delicious friends gobbling up a hearty helping of biscuits and gravy, occasionally washing the last few bites down with another cup of still-steaming tea.
 
 
"My… I see you girls are hungry today." noted Mary, as she placed two, smaller helpings of biscuits in front of her daughters. "Well, there's plenty more where that came from. Afterwards, maybe the four of you would like to go fishing for tomorrow's dinner?" The tone of her words was more a statement, rather than a true question, and Amy and Sarah quickly got the picture.
 
 
"Or just go swimming!" offered the youngest. "I know a perfect spot where the creek pools four feet deep, and the water's pretty still too!"
 
 
"That's an excellent idea! I'll pour something for the three of you to drink while out there. Amelia? Savannah? You two can have these thermoses." With that she materialized two bottles which sported a pattern of cheerful pigs in various steps of dance. The names Jaymie and Bretta were separately printed on them, in fairly old marker ink. "Amy, looks like you're Jaymie today~"
 
 
"Wait." Savannah smiled as she spoke. "Who are those two?"
 
 
"Just some old friends of mine." answered Mary as she filled the containers. "From when I was your age…" The expression she gave was somehow both nostalgic and… predatory. Neither calloused nor gentle. "Now, hurry up and eat your breakfast and get ready…"
 
 
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After a quick scarfing down of everything in front of them, followed by a bit of tooth and hair brushing, the quartet of teens was off to the creek with their swimming suits hiding underneath their regular clothes. Though they'd been sure to grab enough poles and bait to share between them however, each of them had something very different on their mind…
 
 
Amy's spot couldn't have been more picturesque. A sort of… miniature lake, blessed by the sun and surrounded at the banks by both verdant shrubs and proud trees. The water couldn't have been more clear, and was moving just fast enough to feel pleasant on the skin without threatening to carry any of them away. It wasn't long before the girls decided to put their food gathering task on hold, instead starting with a pleasant dip in the cool waters.
 
 
With pants and shirts now collected in a pile at the shore, Amy was casually wading out in her tie dyed bikini, whilst Sarah stood confidently at the deepest point in her camo one-piece. The twins had elected on matching pink two pieces, and now stood a touch embarrassed on the banks, much to their friends' viewing pleasure.
 
 
The girls had pleasantly plush bodies. Shapes that remained appealingly hourglass while also keeping volume in all the right places. Amy and Sarah looked on approvingly. They'd chosen the right animals for this week's outing, for sure.
 
 
"Alright sis!" Amelia turned to her lookalike. "Now's the time to strike! While they're distracted!"
 
 
Savannah chuckled, then nodded her head. "They were fools to show their hand first." she said dramatically.
 
 
When both of them cannonballed into the water at the same time, there was a considerable wave that nearly carried Amy back to the opposite shore. This earned an equal and opposite tide of giggles from the Savilles, who were quick to close the gap between them all, almost like wolves flanking two helpless does.
 
 
"Your attack spent too much energy." whispered Sarah into Savannah's ear, as she reached forward to grip the other's wrist and pull her aside. "That left you open to a counter, without much ability to resist…"
 
 
"And here in the wild…" Amy added, directing her own voice to Amelia. "That could be the difference between survival, and getting gobbled up~"
 
 
Suddenly the twins found themselves unable to move, except for where their friends were pulling them. If they'd managed to have any pure thoughts of simple swimming fun before now, they were instantly purged and replaced with anxious excitement for something a bit more… carnal. Still, were they reading too much into this behavior? What if it was just play? Both twins stared at each other, wordlessly communicating the same thing. They couldn't be the first to act. It would have to be one of the others…
 
 
And act they did. Amy was the first to wrap her arms around her catch's belly, as if to hold her in a trap, before confidently leaning over to nibble on her shoulder. Sarah, for her part, reached down to lift her prey at the knees in a sort of bridal carry. A task made easier by their partial buoyancy. Not that the muscular eldest daughter needed the help…
 
 
"Hmmm… Wild river mermaid." Amy continued, playing as though she were thinking hard. "I hear that's good eatin'."
 
 
Sarah rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same. There was no need for her sister to be that… overtly covert, about their intentions. Still, she played along. "A bit of cajun seasoning, and a flash pan fry…" The predatory athlete moved one hand over Savannah's breasts, and made a hissing noise to emulate the sound of meat sizzling. "Should keep a caravan fed for a day or two…" She looked over to Amelia. "Each…"
 
 
Savannah felt something finally switch in her brain. These feelings. These bawdy thoughts that had been slowly consuming her mind since last night were now front and center. The girl arched her back inwards, such that her stomach was higher and in easy reach of her captor's playful mouth. She was like an animal communicating submissiveness, in a way. "Oh nooooo… Isn't there anything we can do to persuade you to let us go?"
 
 
Amy jumped in at that, still holding her own piece of meat close. "Hmm… We might be able to convince the others at the caravan to be happy with jerky and fruit leathers… If you promise to serve…"
 
 
"W-we'll serve! We'll serve!" Amelia took the next step, planting a firm kiss on Amy's lips. The play was originally meant to be the part of a terrified captive, just giving a peck to show her viability, but after starting, she found it hard to stop. She kept the connection for ten, fifteen, twenty seconds before finally needing to come up for air, and all Amy could follow up with was a sultry lick of her own lips.
 
 
"Mhhh… Gonna be a hard sell. You taste mighty good there~"
 
 
Amelia cooed. "I promise. Keep us around and you'll see!"
 
 
Savannah opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted as Sarah placed a finger to her lips, to say something first.
 
 
"We'll see…" She kept her finger above her "mermaid's" mouth for a moment, contemplating it. Then, without another word, she stole a kiss from her captive. This one much more aggressive and dominant than what Amelia had given Amy. She pulled away faster, but no less intensely, giving a positively predatory grin before finally talking again. "Take it off…" Her command was similar in tone to that of her mother. Strong. Unavoidable. "Both of you."
 
 
Savannah froze at first. Of course she wanted to. GOD she wanted to, so badly. Only the fact that this was a line that could never be uncrossed, hindered her.
 
 
It took an extra thirty seconds for her to comply, but Sarah didn't mind one iota. In fact she enjoyed looking into her friend's eyes and seeing the gears turn. She could practically feel all the little emotions and transitions through those soulful windows, and it was intoxicating. Her smile grew wider once Savannah meekly removed her bottom. She was impatient, but it was an enjoyable kind of impatience. It added to the anticipation greatly. Nonetheless, the moment the opportunity presented itself, Sarah couldn't help but grab the covering and toss it over to the shore. "Keep going." she boomed.
 
 
The top came off much more quickly, quickly joining its partner on the dust of the bank. By now Savannah could hear Sarah's breath becoming heavier. She was like a starving wolf, sizing up her pretty. Seeing this side of the girl was both frightening and exhilarating. Fortunately, seeing her sister also comply gave her the courage to focus more on the latter feeling. That primal urge she had to experience intimate love for the first time, finally. Perhaps it was a bit more… intense… than she'd anticipated all these years but if she wanted her first time to be something special and memorable, here it was.
 
 
Sarah wasted no more time in letting her fingers find their way to Savannah's ladyhood. She was intrigued to find that the girl had shaved herself bare down there. A quick glance to Amelia showed that this was actually something the twins were distinguished on. Amelia had let her own bush grow wild. It was quite impressive for being barely eighteen as she was. Not that it would matter by the end of the week. Both would need to be smooth Down there, for the best dining experience.
 
 
Sarah then pushed past that final barrier, getting an adorable yelp from Savannah as her middle and fore fingers parted her front entrance. All the while Sarah's thumb proceeded to stimulate her plaything's love button. She could feel it in the tremors and bucking motions that followed. Savannah was overwhelmed by the volume of sensation that coursed through her. Sure she might have achieved something like this in her own, but having someone else explore her body was another depth of intensity altogether. Playing herself couldn't compare to being played like a puppet.
 
 
Amy, it seemed, was a quick learner. Though her sister had the lead in experience, she had an easy example to follow. It wasn't long before Amelia too was reduced to a quivering mess of raw sensuality. What Sarah had told her was true, at least for her. Self-pleasure was overrated when compared to the powerful feeling of being in control of someone else's experience…
 
 
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The four continued to play, well into the evening when the trees' shadows were growing longer. Amelia and Savannah were practically incapable of sensing the passage of time by this point, and their friends were convinced they were barely more than loosely cognizant of their surroundings. Amelia clung to Amy like a lost child almost. Her "huntress" rarely had to do anything to get her to comply with whatever dirty command took her whimsy. Savannah, on the other hand, behaved like a small critter, frightened stiff. Sarah had to frequently bark orders more intensely to get her to behave. It was amusingly like looking at two very different sides of the same fetish coin.
 
 
Regardless of how it manifested, both twins were like putty in the Saville's hands. They had shut their minds off, letting the perverted intimacy of the moment rule their every thought. It was only when they had finally finished, dried off, and were gathering their things for the trek back, that they finally managed to rub two brain cells together again. To some degree at least.
 
 
"You two can stay in the buff till we get there." Amy snickered, gathering up both twins' clothes and throwing them into the pack before they could be put on again. "Consider it proving your service." Of course she allowed herself the luxury of covering and did the same for Sarah, amiably passing her outerwear over as well.
 
 
The lookalikes blushed wildly, and glanced at each other. Somewhere in their heads was the thought that, though this had been mind blowing, they were being manipulated. Something felt off. This was too intense. Too all-consuming. Still… they wanted more. Already they were imagining what the next "adventure" might be. At least they had the whole walk to wind down. Then they could think clearly… they hoped.
 
 
Amy and Sarah made a point of walking behind the twins the entire way. In truth, they were both surprised at how easily suggestible the two had become in such a short amount of time. Not that they were dissatisfied with the results. As they watched the two girls before then amble about in their birthday suits, faces red as could be, they couldn't help but wonder just how far they could push this. They didn't want to push too far just yet, but they'd already crossed so many lines. It would be silly to pretend that the threshold still wasn't broken. For now they could simply enjoy the view. The soft, blushing, temporary view. The forest would be here for generations to come. These luscious piggies would only remain for a few more days…
 
 
To the twins, there was something absolutely riveting about being eyed and objectified like this. They didn't need to speak, really. The emotion smoothie of humiliation, combined with the sexual satisfaction of being admired bodily, was plenty to occupy their thoughts for now. They were riding a rollercoaster of feelings. Feelings like wanting their clothes back immediately at the lows, and never wanting this little walk to end at the highs. Though, they were sure they'd change their tune the closer they were to the cabin.
 
 
Every step they took ended in a rippling shake of a buttock, and each time they turned around, their breasts would swing to the side, practically beating their poor sides. It was enthralling to watch, and the more dominant two couldn't help but ride a certain sadistic high for the entire show. This was the instinct their mother had told them about. It was the predator's rite. Though Sarah had already had her initiation the previous year, something about this one was special. She'd known these two for a long, long time now. There was something to be said about finally harvesting a crop that one had put a lot of personal time into. Something that her first time hadn't given her.
 
 
When the property finally came into view, both of the twins looked back almost simultaneously, with appropriately identical pleading faces. The game was over, for now, and with more than a little hesitation, Amy produced their clothes once more. They'd suffered enough humiliation for now. It was time to give them their next dose.
 
 
Savannah and Amelia hastily threw on their outfits faster than the Savilles could blink, practically fainting with relief when they saw the deal was being upheld. In truth they weren't sure if Amy and Sarah would have made them march right up to the door in the buff or not. They were well aware of Mary's unapologetic fascination with girls their age. If given such an invitation on a platter, who knew what the cougar would do. Despite what their imaginations cooked up, they'd managed to retain a bit of their dignity for now at least. They were greeted not with a third pair of groping hands at the door, but a platter with a freshly made pot of tea. Both looked away shyly, as if they feared that the woman would be able to see their impure thoughts through their eyes. After what they'd not only been through, but acquiesced to, the two were almost afraid that their heat driven minds were somehow open to all, in a way.
 
 
Once again, Mary made sure the girls were never left thirsty, and once again they found themselves unable to resist the tempting drink anyway. The group played a few rounds of very distracted board games that evening, ate ac quick supper, and then awkwardly returned to their beds… together. The twins' sleep was fitfully wet, haunted by dreams of their friends taking them. Using them. In the periods they were awake they wanted to feel afraid that they were somehow losing themselves to some… perverse form of cabin fever, but it just… felt… too… good… to stop entertaining these thoughts.
 
 
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Mary entered the guestroom in the small hours of the morning. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but it was time to move to the next step. These plumpened pigs were already brainwashed. She stirred Sarah first, who in turn raised her sister. All the appropriate restraints were still in the shed, and they would need to move quietly, to avoid waking their prey. Fortunately, both of them were light sleepers, and good about moving without making a peep.
 
 
Amy in particular seemed the most excited about finally transitioning to the next step. It was, after all, her first time. No matter how silent she needed to be, she couldn't hide the girlish, giddy grin on her face as she untangled the harnesses with her sister.
 
 
"So… they really won't be able to resist?" she asked, keeping her tone as silent as she possibly could.
 
 
"Nope. You saw them yesterday. They were drunk on the attention." Sarah threw one of the chain restraints over her shoulder. "They're much more receptive to the drug than even you or I were when mom was training us. Means they've been closet sluts this whole time. We just gave them what they needed to take the plunge." she returned her sister's grin for a moment. "Ready to go?"
 
 
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When Amelia and Savannah next woke, they felt a strange sensation of weight on their bodies. As if they were wearing several layers of clothes. However, they also noticed the feeling of open air on their flesh.
 
 
Amelia was the first to truly sit up and take stock of her predicament. The girl's hands had been bound loosely in front of her. Enough slack was given to give her some range of motion, but she was utterly unable to move her hands any further than to her sides. A thin collar was affixed to her neck, from which a long, heavy chain draped onto the floor and meandered its way to the wall. Her poor ankles were likewise tied up, and connecting the whole assembly was a final chain that linked every bit together. She felt a number of emotions well up within her. Fear, confusion, curiosity… but most of all, need. Her womanhood ached desperately between her legs. Her vulva swelled pulsingly with arousal. Where was she? Who did this to her? Why in the hell couldn't she stop feeling herself?
 
 
Savannah soon joined her in consciousness, and only when she turned around did Amy notice the bright red ball gag between her sister's lips. Further, only when she tried to speak herself did she notice that she too, was silenced.
 
 
"Mghh mmmh?!" came her attempt to call her sibling.
 
 
"Mnnnhhh!" was Savannah's only reply.
 
 
The door to one side opened slowly, and the two could finally make out that they were still in the same bedroom. Just, kept to the floor on simple cushions rather than in the beds they'd fallen asleep in.
 
 
"Well now. It sounds like our little animals are finally awake." Mary's voice could be heard even before her form was visible. The woman was teasing them, opening the door at a snail's pace. When they finally were able to see her, the first thing they noticed was just how… drastic a change, a new outfit could make. Mary was clad in form fitting leather with somewhat open patches, covered only by thin lace. The mask she wore over her eyes confused no-one as to her identity, and the stiletto heels she stood on drew their eyes to her shapely legs.
 
 
It took some time, but the forms of Amy and Sarah eventually came into focus behind her. The two of them were likewise masked, but dressed only in black bikinis, barefoot, unlike their mother.
 
 
"Mhh hmmm?" Savannah fell forward in her binds, and she didn't need actual words to express her question.
 
 
"Why, we're claiming two lovely wild piggies for our own. Isn't that obvious?" Mary smiled evilly as she answered. "And we can't have them trying to run can we?"
 
 
With that she nodded her head to Sarah, who promptly stepped in, holding a now very familiar tea kettle.
 
 
"Don't worry ladies. We're going to take very good care of you." Mary let a pregnant pause fill the air before she continued. "Right up until we have the big, family barbecue I've promised my girls."
 
 
The twins each looked at each other frightenedly. This couldn't be real. One of them had to just be having another dream. Sarah and Amy had been their best friends for most of their lives. They wouldn't just kidnap them like this… would they?
 
 
Sarah removed Amelia's gag first, cooing and shushing the incoherent babbling that followed. She then offered the kettle's spout, placing it between her victim's lips, and… "encouraging" her to drink.
 
 
Fortunately the liquid was only slightly warmer than the room, and it easily went down without a choke or a burn. When Sarah was satisfied, the spout was removed, and the gag replaced before Amelia could get any ideas. Savannah was given the same treatment immediately after, and likewise found herself unable to form intelligible sentences for the short time her mouth was free.
 
 
"There we are… The aphrodisiacs really seem to have done a number on you two already, but there's no harm in keeping your tanks full." Mary walked forward, giving an exaggeratedly sensual hip sway as she did. There was a ring of keys that jangled ever so slightly at her hip with each step. Shortly after, she knelt down between the two wide-eyed victims. "Believe me. You'll want to be filled up for the big day." She gently lifted Amelia's chin. "Otherwise it might not be as enjoyable for you as it is for us." With that, she stood up and walked to the wall, before fiddling with those keys for a moment.
 
 
Seconds later Amelia felt her chain go slack. If she wanted to, then would have the time to make a break for it. However… there was something holding her down still. Certainly she understood that she likely wouldn't have been able to get very far with her chains only allowing tiny strides, but there was sobering else. Mary had just explained it. She'd been drugging them this whole time. In truth she knew exactly what was happening to her but… it was… working. She wanted to feel the people around her. She wanted them to feel her. Right now, survival wasn't nearly as appealing to her as sex. She knew it. They knew she knew it. They were dressed to drive her wild. As terrifying as the thought was. She wanted to be a plaything, even to the point of death…
 
 
They knew that too…
 
 
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Mary spent the next few minutes prancing her young new pets around the property. She was adeptly skilled at finding just what ticked young women's boxes, so to speak. Amelia remained dutifully by her side, like a puppy out for a walk. Conversely, Savannah seemed to enjoy being poked and prodded along. One, despite what they might have behaved like when sober, took well to the pet play of it all, while the other preferred contact, and mild coercion. Before long she'd worked out a good system to keep them both… stimulated, as easily as possible. It was rather simple. An exercise in efficiency. Rather than pull both chains at once, Savannah's was linked to the other side of her sister's collar. As Amelia kept actively heeled to her new owner, Savannah had little choice but to give in to the secondhand tugs. Mary could easily see the girl blush wildly at being forced to move like this. It was her own way of seeking attention, almost like a stubborn toddler acting out for no other reason than to force its parents’ hand. Of course, knowing that the woman was watching was half of the experience, and so, despite having streamlined this little fetish train, Mary always made sure to pass the shyer twin a few… knowing glances.
 
 
The whole experience was simultaneously heaven and hell to the girls. They both hated and admired the Saville's for forcing this on them. For their parts, Amy and Sarah were mostly passive observers, only offering the occasional patronizing pet or coo as they passed, though they were always a simple glance away. This was Mary's pleasure. The woman had a pathological need to be in control of others. Sensually or otherwise. Whether that was something specific to her or… simply a duty of the family matriarch, the twins weren't sure.
 
 
The little parade finally culminated in a trip back indoors, up the stairs and towards the one place that had been off-limits all this time. That mysterious last door on the left was now slightly ajar. Even drugged up, the twins were never more certain that they didn't want to know something, than they'd ever been in their lives.
 
 
Somehow however… they already knew exactly what to expect. As the door creaked open to reveal a surprisingly immaculate hunting room, it wasn't shock that stilled them, but confirmation. Mounted on lovingly maintained wooden plaques that adorned the wall in rows upon rows, were dozens of perfectly taxidermied human heads. All women. Some looked to be recent, the victims no older than the twins were. Still others had froufy hairstyles that spoke to eras decades ago, and were more mature specimens. Mary herself seemed to be taken by nostalgia as she inspected two particular mounts which bore the names Jaymie, and Bretta. Just like the water bottles they'd been given a day and a half ago. The ones they'd drank out of just before losing themselves to lust for the first time…
 
 
Both would have been considered tomboys in their time, judging from the short, spiked hair both had kept… for some twenty years by the look of things, while on that wall. Just long enough for the woman to have been their age. Mary gave a wistful sigh, remembering what, to her, must have been a defining moment in her life.
 
 
“They were my first, you know.” explained the woman, as though either had asked. “And now it's time for me to pass the torch. Little Sarah might have gotten her first taste already, but you two will be her first real claim. Sure, it wasn't much of a hunt. You girls were just so… open and ready for the tea that you practically jumped into the fires yourself, but they picked you out of their own volition. You should be honored, young ladies…”
 
 
Both girls were quite literally a captive audience to the woman's sentimentality, staring wide eyed at the fate that… in all likelihood, was very soon to be theirs. They knew that somewhere in the pool of forced hormones their brains were swimming in, was a very logical and reasonable fear. It was just drowned underneath all the dopamine and estrogen.
 
 
“Now, as much as I would like to spend a lot more time with my fresh little piggies…” Mary reached down to caress a tit from each of the subject teens before her. “There are two very eager huntresses out there who are awaiting their turn. Back outside girls. Chop chop.” She clapped her hands sharply.
 
 
Helpless even had they not been chained up, Amelia and Savannah slowly stood up. It took a good deal of effort to ignore the yearning ache that was building between their legs as they did so, and in truth they didn't even need Mary to guide them. Their tamed feet would have carried them to the first promise of relief regardless. And they were promised a turn with their old friends turned captors.
 
 
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The younger Savilles fulfilled every ounce of that promise and more. Within minutes, both twins had been ruthlessly pinned to a bed and forcibly brought to a climax that would have shattered their minds, had they not already been turned to mush. Amy and Sarah made use of a collection of toys that looked well used, though thankfully also well kept. The thought of how many other victims felt those glass dildos and resin beads at some point took a back seat to just how amazing their bodies felt when full. It was… all the girls could look forward to. Indeed it was all they were allowed to look forward to. Day in, and out, and in… and out.
 
 
For much of the… experience, the younger dominants monopolized most of the time given with their brainwashed dolls. Amy and Sarah initially forced the toys to humiliatingly eat out of dog bowls on the rare occasions when they were ungagged, though soon enough the twins were shifted to a diet of broth to clean their insides out. In addition, they spent an inordinate amount of time using buzzers and beads, to teach the twins just how delightful feeling things up the backside could feel.
 
 
For the most part, two were never far from their living possessions, while Mary remained at a voyeuristic distance. Still, the hierarchy remained, and their mother was certainly at the top of the ladder. If she demanded her own playtime, her daughters meekly and obediently surrendered. In those hours even the aphrodisiacs weren't enough to completely quash Amelia or Savannah's fear. She was rough. Sadistically so. The red marks that the dolls left with each time took hours to fade. These episodes were when the two felt the most clarity. Understanding how their best friends betrayed and manipulated them.
 
 
Finally the day came. The week had gone on so eventfully that every morning felt like a year of experiences had passed, but now the last day of their little forest getaway was here. The day that they'd been reminded was coming again and again. It was the day of the promised family barbecue…
 
 
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Savannah could hear all the kerfuffle outside as their gracious hosts prepared for the long-awaited event. Mary, it seemed, was both barking orders and softly giving advice, but from the sound of it the girls were doing most of the work. It made… some sense. Their mother was passing on the tradition after all. It wouldn't do if they couldn't accomplish anything on their own.
 
 
“No! Ensure the planks have gaps between them Amy! We want oxygen to flow!” Mary wasn't so much angry, as she was insistent on quality, by the tone of her voice. “Sarah, that glaze is far too thin It will just dribble off of their bodies and not set in. Do it again!”
 
 
Commands such as those, strangely gave the pigs some relief. At least there was care given to the quality of their sacrifice. Though they were still painfully aware that the only reason they weren't struggling to escape was the drugs they'd been dosed up with, it was nice to be… valued… in a perverse way.
 
 
This didn't stop their hearts from jumping when the door to their room opened however. On the other side of the threshold their childhood friends stood, exhausted but nonetheless excited. They were still dressed in the same oversexualized outfit they'd been in for days now, freshly cleaned. Apparently they enjoyed a bit of lustful attention as well.
 
 
“Alright piggies, ready for the ride of your life?” they both asked in practiced unison, before untethering the twins’ chains.
 
 
Both meatgirls whimpered pathetically in response, but all the same stood up and allowed themselves to be led to the bathroom for one final cleanup. The warm water from the showerhead might have at any other time felt relaxing as it coated their bodies but, as perpetually horny and indescribably frightened as the twins were, their minds were anything but calm.
 
 
Amy in particular seemed to enjoy the sight of their wet, nude bodies, and gave a special effort to wash and rinse every nook and cranny of the girls’ forms. Each time she pulled the chains to easily slip her hands underneath was felt keenly by her victim's. As it tightened considerably on the other side. Still, like good, mindbroken slaves, they were unable to resist in any meaningful way. By the time the water was turned off, both were sparkling clean in a way that might have been a source of pride for the pigs, under better circumstances.
 
 
Once the cleansing was complete, inside and out, Sarah lifted Savannah up by her legs and back to begin carrying her outside. Her less athletic sister however, needed a bit of assistance from their mother to do the same. The sun was still just over the horizon, as the meat was carefully dropped onto a preparatory table just beside the old cooking pit, giving the place a mildly romantic glow. If the Savilles hadn't already made their move, this would have been the perfect setting to pounce.
 
 
“Excellent work girls.” said Mary, approvingly. “Can't have them getting their little tootsies dirty again by walking over the dirt.” She looked over the twins for a moment. “These two are going to be delicious, if you just follow my lead.”
 
 
Amelia and Savannah simply sat at the table, unable to tear themselves away despite the fear that nagged at the back of their minds. They watched as their “friends” produced a long, double pointed metal spear from the shed. It didn't take a sober individual to guess what it was for exactly, and both gave muffled whines behind their gags.
 
 
The firepit itself was still tauntingly unlit, teasing the victims with its heat generating potential for the moment, rather than hosting any flames… currently. Soon enough the pole was dropped beside them, giving a loud clang that startled them as it did.
 
 
“Well? Remove the chains already.” suggested Mary. “Don't worry about them getting away. They're completely placid by now.”
 
 
Sarah was the first to comply. Savannah felt almost uncomfortably light as the bindings she was quite familiar with dropped underneath her. She knew perfectly well what would happen if she remained and yet… true to Mary's promise, she just couldn't make herself move. There was a twinge of self-frustration as she realized this. She really was nothing but meat to these three now. Not a family friend. Why? Why couldn't she be reasonable about this? Why… even with all the opportunity in the world to flee, was she willingly spreading her body out on her front like she was being commanded to?
 
 
“Mhhh… Mnnhhhhh~”
 
 
Right… That was why. Sarah then ran her fingers over her victim's body, and Amy wasn’t far behind with her own quarry. Thanks to that damned tea, the feeling was all consuming. Particularly when Sarah's middle finger hooked inwards briefly to tickle her pathetically needy pussy. Who cared if it was all induced? It felt amazing! She needed this… or so she told herself at least.
 
 
Shortly after, Savannah felt something wet and sticky dribble onto her ass. Unable to contain herself, though she truly already knew what it was, she lifted her head to look back. Frustratingly, this was only to have it gently, yet sternly forced back down.
 
 
“Down girl.” Sarah commanded. “You let me worry about oiling and glazing your body. You just sit there and… experience it.”
 
 
“Enjoy it.” her sister corrected, giving a cruel smile.
 
 
“I mean, she has no choice but to enjoy it. Duh…” snapped Sarah.
 
 
Both gave each other a stern glare for a moment, before bursting out into laughter. They were fairly familiar with what their pets were going through. When their mother tested the tea mixture on them, all that time ago, they'd lost three days to mindless feelings. They couldn't quite remember much of anything, but Mary regaled them with stories of how delightfully suggestible they were in that time. Now, they got to see firsthand just how they'd behaved.
 
 
For the twins, things were decidedly less humorous. They were acutely aware of the fact that every one of their feelings right now were induced. They unfortunately were still utterly unable to fight them however. Every second that Amy and Sarah's fingers moved over them pulled an avalanche of delight over their psyches, and conversely, each time they pulled away left the twins feeling glaringly empty. Over time, the ‘pigs’ as the others kept calling them, shifted their bodies of their own volition, to help ensure that every square inch of their delicate flesh was covered.
 
 
“Let's go ladies! We're burning daylight!” Mary's voice was like a flare in the night sky. Unable to be ignored. “If you've got a good even coating going, let's move into skewering.” she shifted her attention to Amelia and Savannah. “Asses up girls… Now.”
 
 
Like computers following a program, both immediately obeyed, crawling onto their knees, and presenting their rears for easy access. They continued to moan and tremble ever so slightly, not quite sure what was next, but knowing it brought them closer and closer to a… climax… as it were.
 
 
What they felt immediately after… wasn't quite what they expected, but it was just as violating, if not moreso. Large, plastic funnels penetrated the poor things’ rosebuds, down which a generous helping of… something was poured into them. It was a good deal thicker than water, yet still easily fluid. The bizarre sensation of its movement inside of them, was intriguingly terrifying to the twins in a way, gradually falling in deeper, and deeper.
 
 
“This should make the next part go a lot smoother.” thought Amy aloud in singsong tone. “Sarah? Wanna do your pig first?”
 
 
“Mngh?” was the only thing Savannah was able to ask, before she had the unmistakable feeling of something hard, cold, and pointy teasing her backdoor. “MNHHH MHHH!” Even with the drugs in her system, she couldn't help but twitch away ever so slightly at the first touch. Very quickly though… she felt that damn thirst for touch forcibly guide her back into stillness. What would it feel like? Less palatably, how would NOT feeling it drive her insane? Against all logic, she remained there, letting the pole push her backdoor open.
 
 
Right away the poor girl could feel a bizarre texture to the spear. She'd seen it vaguely before, but experiencing it was another thing altogether. It was ribbed. Rather pronouncedly in fact. In such a way as to increase friction and grip on her body. This made it difficult for Sarah to proceed, but the girl was persistent. Deeper… and deeper the pole went, jarring her like a jackhammer with every new section that penetrated her. She was surprised at how pleasant being so full… back there was. Undoubtedly the tea skewed her perception but… it wasn't… bad.
 
 
Just then there was a slight pinching sensation inside of her. Not quite painful but… distracting. Had the spear pushed far enough already? “Mnhhh!” Did that mean… she was past the point of no return?” Savannah felt her breath quicken. She should move. She HAD to move!
 
 
But she didn't… The pole pressed resolutely inward, until that fullness then felt more familiar. Like she'd just eaten a big meal. Deeper. Now she almost felt as though she was in the middle of swallowing something and couldn't stop.
 
 
“Hey Amy. Do me a favor and remove her gag.” Sarah requested. The pole's movement stopped while she waited, which was agonizingly anxiety inducing for the partially impaled girl before her.
 
 
Savannah couldn't help but groan loudly as the resin ball was removed from between her lips. “P-please…” The word was soft and uncertain. In truth she knew there was no hope for her, and she knew she had no willpower to make it stop. It just… seemed like the right thing to say. “We're friends… right?”
 
 
“We absolutely are~” answered Sarah, as Savannah felt the tip press ever onward again. “That's why I'm not gonna leave you hanging like this.” The predator gave a loud grunt, and finally pushed the pole all the way through.
 
 
Savanah could only stare in wide eyed horror, and relief? The point peeked out from between her lips, coyly at first, but then stretched out further and further, until it was some foot in front of her. It almost felt alive in a way, like it was growing. The girl only now realized just how heavy her backside felt. The pole had been easily twice her height. Maybe more. It's long heft was dragging her down, particularly as Sarah walked around to admire her own work.
 
 
“Missed the diaphragm.” Mary examined. “Avoided the essentials. Good work sweety. Just like with the practice dummies. Now for the hard part. I'll help you with this one.
 
 
Savannah was forced all the way down onto her belly, before she heard a squeak behind her. The entire spit then wobbled intensely, giving her a mixed feeling in her insides. It seemed the cannibals had pressed her other half's ass onto the same spike, and were now forcibly pushing her further down its length. Every single motion sent a painfully pleasureful vibration into Savannah's body, and it wasn't long before she surrendered to the dark temptation of humping the pole as best as she could.
 
 
What kind of slut was she? Here she and her sister were being impaled like medieval Transylvanian dissenters, and all she could think about was how intense her nether regions felt. It was shameful, and yet…
 
 
Amelia gave the same “Please…” only to be silenced as she too was fully lanced. Savannah could feel it. Maybe there was some twin empathy, or maybe both were shaking the pole so thoroughly as to feel each other. Amy was riding it as well. What else could she do? The Savilles had put a good amount of time this week into training them to enjoy being filled from behind, and this was the perverse fruit of their labor.
 
 
Shortly after they were skewered, both girls felt the pole suddenly pull up, taking them with it. Amy and Mary were lifting from one end, while Sarah manned the other. Even between the three of them, some two-hundred-and-seventy pounds of human meat required quite an effort to lift.
 
 
Amelia and Savanah felt themselves slide down as the metal beam bowed slightly until, with simultaneous muffled yelps both of their meaty rumps bumped into one another. For the moment, their arms and legs dangled freely, almost giving them the appearance of being passed already. In truth they were far too weak, and far too capitulant to even try to do anything more.
 
 
Soon enough, the family managed to lay the girls between two stands over the rounded roasting pit they'd noticed on first arriving. Both Amelia and Savannah could only blankly stare forward, but they knew… They knew exactly what the space beneath them was. Still… not being able to look at it. Not being able to acknowledge it directly with their eyes was strangely agonizing. What did the wood pile look like? Was it lit already? Just smoldering? The uncertainty, and helplessness to rectify such was maddening.
 
 
Savannah couldn't be certain who exactly lifted her leg to begin tying it to her sister's side, but she did hear Mary comment on its meatiness. The thought was utterly degrading to her really, but she still couldn't help but receive it as a sort of… backhanded compliment in a way. She was… a specimen to these cannibals. Something special. Her other leg was soon joined to Amy's other side, and after a bit of shifting, Amy's limbs were given the same treatment to Savannah's shanks. The resulting feeling was a form of taboo sisterly intimacy that was shamefully gratifying to both. If they were going to go, drugged into unsatisfiable lust, at least they had… each other…
 
 
They weren't sure which of them initiated first, and in the end it didn't matter. The double-length pole that occupied their insides didn't exactly allow for much in the way of mobility, but it was enough. Gripping each other even more tightly than their ropes forced them to, the twins began to twist and rotate along each other's bodies, desperate to eek out even a little bit of touch along their perpetually swollen vulva. The frustration of having their pussies angled just such that they weren't making direct contact was strangely exciting in a way. It gave them the illusion of agency. Maybe, just maybe if they could turn just right, they could feel something utterly mind blowing… They just… needed… the right… angle…
 
 
The hopelessly needy motions of their prey seemed to amuse the Savilles. They watched with humored glee at the pigs’ unslakably sinful actions, which they performed even in the face of death. Their mother's brew was a potent thing. It seemed a waste to only use it once a year. That was a discussion for another time however.
 
 
Both pigs could only hear the hiss of a striking match to their side. What happened next was only a moment later, but to them it might have been a brief eternity. Simultaneously far too long to contemplate what was happening, and not nearly enough time to come to terms with it.
 
 
With a loud WHOOSH the wood beneath them erupted to life. They could feel the heat for a split second before even noticing the light given off by the flames. Once again they were struck by the finality of their fate here, and once again they simply couldn't focus on it, no matter how much they knew they should have. Shortly after, the sound of a motor turning joined the chorus of crackling fire. Amelia was able to see the chains pull and push at the pole, but all Savannah could see was that the world around her began to turn.
 
 
The twins’ incestuous contact and motions only became more pronounced, as the time clock they were working with became much more apparent now. Spiced tongues of breeze-dancing flame lapped at their helpless bodies with a sort of living contempt. Teasing them. Taunting them with how foolish it was to think only of sex at a time like this. They simply couldn't help themselves. Now and again, when their humping motions synced up perfectly, they would find a perfect meeting, “lips” to “lips” in such a way as to elicit a delighted, or fearful, or both… yelp. It was never enough however, only spurring their desire even further.
 
 
Mary and her girls had pulled up a few lawn chairs to watch the show while they waited. The twins were nothing if not active, squirming against each other like animals in heat, which… to the Savilles, they essentially were. As the pole slowly turned, and the fire wistfully bounced back and forth, the predators were treated to a delicious light show that highlighted specific parts of the pigs’ bodies at random. Infinitely more enticing, and titillating than anything they could have found in media. The spit's protuberances did well enough to grip the meat from the inside such that they were rotating and cooking evenly, but every now and again, particularly when the twins were particularly active, they would slip. This only gave the most feminine parts of their body a tantalizing sudden jiggle when it happened however, turning a flaw in their cannibalistic coming process into a feature. Mary in particular seemed to find these little moments gratifying, as they put her favorite cuts on easy display.
 
 
Truly, their ancestor had the right of it. Having a person's life… a gorgeous person's life in their hands like this was more exciting than anything they could achieve in polite society. Too really live and appreciate life, they had to have power over that of another. The fact that they'd known these two for nearly two decades only made it that much more heavy-hitting.
 
 
The three continued to watch their meals rotate over the yellow flames for some hour, before they finally noticed the energy to their writhing motions had begun to wind down. The hungry, panicked looks in the twins eyes told the predators that they were still very much alive for the moment, and there was still a bit of activity they might be able to squeeze out of them. A bit of a jolt could help keep them in play at the top of their games though… and Amy briefly disappeared back into the cabin at her mother's recommendation shortly after. Some time later she re-emerged, holding a transparent, double-edged phallic toy that curved ever so slightly at the center.
 
 
Neither Savannah nor Amelia were allowed to see the implement, but they both certainly felt it moments later. The flames had died down slightly by this point, giving Amy enough room to abruptly force both sides of the glass dildo into her friends’ immediately grateful womanhoods. Several gagged shrieks and surprised twitches later, both of the partially cooked pigs were once again pushed into sensual activity. They rapidly, and animalistically humped both spit and toy as though there was no tomorrow. Both of them knew in fact that for themselves, there wouldn't be.
 
 
It didn't matter to them how humiliating the treatment was, and it only slightly mattered how painful it was. Even as Sarah threw several new planks of hickory wood into the fire, renewing its vigor, all that mattered was achieving as many final orgasms as they could possibly work out. The stinging eruptions of flame against their bare flesh every time their love juices trickled down into the pit, weren't nearly enough to slow them down. The pigs made utter whores of themselves in front of their former friends for at least another hour before their muscles were too thoroughly roasted to continue.
 
 
There the twins remained, cooked to a deep red color for their audience, still conscious, if only barely. Soon enough the Savilles began to mill about elsewhere, preparing a couple side dishes, or cleaning up the cabin grounds to make their departure easier tomorrow. Though they of course kept a wary eye on their pigs, not wanting some animal to abscond with them.
 
 
The twins could now feel the life rapidly leaving their bodies. The natural anxiety this brought, finally, gradually began to overtake the aphrodisiac's effect. Both still felt an aching twinging sexual sensation in their nethers, but they were clear enough to know that it was all coming to a sudden, quick end. Amelia was left as the darkness crept in, with a dreadful realization that she really was nothing other than a pig to her best friends. Savannah, much more bluntly, finished with a few sentences in her mind. Wait a minute… I'm going to die!
 
 
The longpork would take minimally two more hours to finish roasting through, but now was the time for Mary to advise her girls on the next bit of the process. When the fire had sufficiently waned, Amy and Sarah proceeded to cut into their deceased friends, and remove all the offal for use in sausages later. They'd been perfectly thorough to clean beforehand, and it only took a few, well trained motions to finish up. After filling the now empty torsal cavities with a bit of stuffing, Savannah and Amelia were sewed shut, and the fire was once again rejuvenated.
 
 
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When all was said and done the Savilles arranged the fully roasted pigs in a sexually appealing sixty-nine pose. Throughout the entire process, the twins' heads were carefully kept just out of the fire, and dowsed to keep cool. For the moment, they were part of the display, but as the pigs’ butts vanished more and more to the carving fork and knife, followed by their shapely breasts and plump drumsticks, these trophies were all that remained of the pretty meat. A few lops of a well sharpened cleaver separated the keepsakes from the boney remains.
 
 
Any leftovers were quickly bagged up and refrigerated. Mary, with her greater experience was the one to taxidermy the lifeless heads. Any normal taxidermist might have found it difficult to preserve them in a way that wasn't uncanny, but every Saville had years of practice. The next day, they joined the many morbid memories the family had claimed in the trophy room. Both Savannah and Amelia wound remain, alongside both Amy and Mary twenty years later, when Sarah was training her own girls to take up the family tradition…