Foreword
The ropes burned deep into Rixie's wrists. She strained at the bonds. She pulled at her ankles but they would not move. The ropes around them were stretched too tight.
Her legs were spread as wide as they would go.
She was naked. Her ripe breasts quivered in pain and fear. Her father took careful aim, and once more brought the cruel whip down onto those firm globes of flesh. She shrieked.
Across the room, her twin sister, Trixie, hung in a frame similar to the one to which she was bound. The girl was unconscious and now their father seemed determined to make her pass out as well.
The whip fell again, and again, and again. The girl's screams echoed through the night!
She sat up in bed.
She was sweating. She began to cry. When, she wondered would the dreams end. How long would she have to keep reliving the tormented years of their youth.
At least, she thought, it was just a dream. It wasn't real any more.
Or was it?