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Tales from the Asylum - File 3
🕑 Added 2020-10-16 23:45:24 +0000 UTCThe rivalry of the McAllister sisters was to this day the number one talking point amongst the townspeople. Born as identical twins only minutes apart from each other, raised by a strict father as the only heirs to the massive family fortune, it had always been their burden to be compared to each other. In desperate need for their father’s appreciation and love, one had outperformed the other on several occasions throughout the years and sure enough, the high-society of their little Connecticut hometown would get together on their fancy dinner parties to judge who was the smartest, the prettiest and eventually worthy of the McAllister heritage. A few years ago, people had agreed on Elizabeth being the winner of the feud after she had stolen Sarah’s boyfriend. It had been the ultimate defeat for her sister who had left town the very day after the affair had gone public – with a little help from Elizabeth, who had sold the entire ugly story to the local newspaper. Heartbroken and humiliated, Sarah had disappeared and did not return until both their parents had died in a car accident. The McAllister’s funeral was the first time in years the two met again. Even though Sarah’s return should have been the most sensational event of the year, it was still Elizabeth who got all the attention. After all, she would be the sole heir to all the family’s wealth.
Or so they thought. For it had been mere hours after their parent’s demise when the twins had been informed by the family’s lawyer that in fact, all of the money and properties were to be shared equally between the two of them. While Sarah surely was happy her father had not forgotten about her after all, Elizabeth was furious. She had absolutely no intent to give her despised sister even the tiniest bit of her fortune. So, she came up with a plan. This time, it needed to be something even bigger than just stealing men and crushing hearts. Something more permanent. Luckily, there was a clause in her father’s last will stating that, should one of the sisters die or end up being incapacitated in any other way during the first three month after their parent’s deaths, the other one would get everything instead. Now, Elizabeth wasn’t a murderer. Also, she wished for even more humiliation for Sarah. Therefore, her plan involved having Sarah declared mentally ill and committing her to a closed institution for her to spend the rest of her life at. While that might have sounded like an impossible endeavor to most people, the fact Elizabeth was well connected within the circle of her town’s most influential people opened her many doors that rather should have remained closed. And so, by recommendation, she got in touch with the Bondage Asylum – a former actual asylum for the mentally ill turned into a mix of playground for fetishists to live their dreams and a welcome place for those certain persons one didn’t wish to ever see again. And Elizabeth knew the Asylum could do so much more to her sister than just letting her disappear…
After she had instructed the staff at the Asylum about the patient they were soon to welcome, she set up the trap by inviting her sister to the family’s estate. She had told Sarah she wanted to end all the hate and envy and finally put their years long rivalry to rest. She made sure there would only be the two of them so they could have an honest chat about everything that stood between them. When Sarah arrived, a van was already waiting in the backyard, prepared to carry her away to her new home once Elizabeth had taken her out. She was so good at playing the concerned sister, she made Sarah believe she’d changed and was sorry for everything she had done. They got comfortable in the living room and had some wine. Soon they were laughing and making jokes with each other. To an oblivious bystander they would have seemed like two loving sisters, perfectly identical in their looks and mannerisms. But under the surface, Elizabeth was shaking with excitement about what was going to happen next. She took one last big sip of wine, then suggested to Sarah to move over to dining room where they could have a late meal. They got up and Elizabeth made sure her sister was walking in front of her. Slowly, she pulled the syringe out of her purse that she had placed there, ready for the final act in this play. Only her vision was so blurry suddenly. And her arm felt so heavy trying to lift the syringe. And she found it increasingly harder to walk straight and keep up with Sarah’s pace… The syringe broke as it fell to the mahogany floor and Elizabeth watched in shock as it sprayed its contents everywhere. When she looked back up, she saw Sarah, a satisfied smile on her face. Then her legs gave in and darkness surrounded her.
“I’m glad everything has worked out so well! Did you have any trouble using that syringe?” Elizabeth could not tell where the voice was coming from. It was a female talking, but she wasn’t sure where she had heard her before. “Oh no, not at all! It just played out as planned! Sarah here didn’t see it coming!” That voice, she did know! It was Sarah, talking about… herself? Where was she? What was happening here? She opened her eyes and saw her sister on her left and Saya on her right. Saya was the nurse working at the Bondage Asylum who had been her main contact, the one she had planned all of this with. Why was she talking to Sarah? She tried to say something, tried to move, but found both was impossible. She was strapped down tightly, and her mouth was painfully held open by some device stuffed in there. The only things escaping her throat were a few quiet moans, barely recognizable to anyone not listening very carefully. It was just enough noise though to get their attention, and Sarah turned to her, that awful smile returning to her face. “Oh, you’re awake! Try to calm down dear, struggling won’t do you any good. Let me explain. I left you in nurse Saya’s caring hands during the past couple of weeks. You’ve been out ever since we had dinner at your… at my house. And, in the meantime, I had your body altered a bit!” Scared, Elizabeth looked down on herself as much as her bindings allowed her. Another hissing sound came out of her mouth when she saw her abnormally enlarged breasts. “How are you feeling, Sarah?”, Saya asked and gently squeezed Elizabeth's right breast, “You might be a little dizzy, but that will subside any minute now!”
Elizabeth’s thoughts were slow as if even her brain had been sedated. Saya had called her Sarah. She looked back and forth between the nurse and the actual Sarah. Her twin sister, who was wearing one of Elizabeth’s outfits and who now looked exactly like her. And then, finally, she understood. When the realization hit her, it was too terrible to comprehend. The wine, she thought, Sarah must have drugged the wine! She had somehow gotten behind her plan… and switched places with her once she was out cold. Elizabeth was panicking now. She knew exactly how bad this place was, because she herself had picked it for her sister. She stared at Saya and screamed with all her power: NO! I AM ELIZABETH! SHE TRICKED ME! RELEASE ME! SHE IS SARAH! Again, all that was hearable were some incomprehensible gurgling sounds while saliva uncontrollably streamed out of her mouth and dripped on her huge breasts. All she got was a slightly confused stare from Saya, while Sarah started chuckling. “Why is she making these funny sounds?”, she asked. “Oh, just a little adjustment to her vocal cords.”, Saya replied, “She’s unable to produce any sounds louder than a soft whispering, and not at all coherent words. It can still be fine-tuned, though. We could make her produce dog or pig like sounds, depending on your plans!” Sarah shook her head. “No, I guess for now I love her all silent and exactly the way you’ve made her. A stupid bimbo-whore like she’s always been, now brought to perfection. Why don’t you introduce Sarah to her new body?”
“Very well”, Saya said, happily turning to the still completely shocked Elizabeth who was gurgling and hissing, wildly trying to shake her head. “The most noticeable change are your new breasts and the fitting nipple piercings. Once the drugs have fully worn off you will find the sensitivity of that area has been massively increased, making continuous stimulation thereof almost unbearable. Then there’s the mouth optimization. According to Elizabeth’s request, we’ve filled the lips with collagen and fixed your jaw with a titanium ring. It’s held in place by these piercings. One of them is also holding your tongue in that inviting position. As you probably have guessed by now, we’ve medically increased your saliva production, so your throat and tongue stay nice and wet and are always ready to be used. Um, what else? The genitals! This is like the opposite effect as with the breasts. You are able to perfectly feel every stimulation and penetration, but you will only ever get very, very close to climax. The ability to orgasm itself though has pretty much been patched out of your system, haha!” Elizabeth was desperately crying, tears smearing her makeup. She was staring at Saya, blinking like crazy to get her to realize what was happening.
“So, everything has healed perfectly, and your training can begin any day now! We use the most advanced methods of brain reconditioning, electric stimulation combined with powerful medication. You’ll have forgotten who you really are in no time!” Sarah shook her head once more. “Oh no, I don’t want you to use any kind of drugs or brainwashing anymore. While the rest of the world is made to believe poor Sarah had a severe mental breakdown after she did not inherit anything from our parents, I would not actually want my dear sister to go insane in here. I’m sure you’ll turn her into a cock sucking slut anyway, and I want her to be fully aware of every damn thing going on. Knowing I’m living the life she could have had while she’s fucked in every hole like a sex doll. And knowing she finally got what she wanted: we’ve once and for all ended this feud!”
Comments
Elizabeth looks great. Saya and Sarah are also hot. Maybe we could see them dressed in sexier outfits or naked teasing poor Elizabeth who cant cum
