Since the beginning, the twins were loved. Born to a happy and prosperous home they were spoiled from day one, given everything they ever wanted. Attention, toys, dresses, and much more was at their beck and call. Their father was a successful business man, owner of his own company, as well as several others. Their mother was a professional model who traveled all across the world. Each time she came home she always brought things back for the girls. They didn't see their parents often, but when they did, they were happy. Father was always on business trips, or at meetings, while mother was in other parts of the world. But they made sure that there was one week a month that they were all together, and it was in that time that they all spent time together, having picnics and such.
The girls always got along for some reason. They say that siblings fight, but such wasn't the same for these three. Each had their own room, but many nights you could peek into one room, and find the trio, snuggled up close under one large blanket. They were so much alike, thought and talked the same, and many times they would purposely confuse visiting relatives, just to be mischievous. They were identical twins. Not seen often, especially with their species. They were ordinary vixens, but from each of their backs a set of snowy wings were held, quite out of the ordinary. Each girl had a set of sparkling emerald eyes, and flowing locks of deep burgundy hair. Their fur was so soft to the touch, creamy white markings against a vibrant orange pelt.
As the three matured they grew into beautiful young women, and were given more freedom. Their mother got them a few modeling jobs where she worked, and they got to travel for a little while. Of course when home they were usually shopping, filling their closets and rooms with new clothes, shoes, and the like, usually buying variations of the same outfit so each would be dressed alike. With their beauty of course they had several suitors, and once they reached the age of sixteen several had already proposed, and all had been rejected. Neither of the girls were ready to settle down just yet.
The unspeakable happened. While all were home one month they received word that their fathers' company had gone bankrupt due to a glitch in the system which caused a crash. All of the workers were laid off and not happy at all. By the time they got wind of this it was too late, and they were unprepared for the riot which would overtake the house by all the unemployed workers. Doors were kicked in, servants were killed, and their father made the girls and their mother go into the basement to hide, and maybe escape the mayhem which would undoubtfully befall the estate. As they got down into the basement and got the door shut their father raced out, to see if perhaps he could quell the fury of his once employees. The females stayed below, nervous and clinging to one another, fearing for their lives, as well as the life of their father.
An hour passed. Two. They could still hear footsteps above, and refused to come out. Slowly the sounds seemed to die down, and their father had still not returned, which worried them greatly. Taylor crept forward, being the brave one and volunteered to go first, but their mother pushed her back, and walked ahead, rapidly climbing the steps. The girls followed behind, each holding the paw of the closest twin. Once the light of the room washed over them and they adjusted to the brightness they head the shrill shriek of their mother, and raced the rest of the way up the stairs and out, only to find her slung over the still form of their father, who had been beaten to death from the looks of it. Each girl screamed, and ran to his side where they fell, all sobbing against his cold, pale form. The house had been gutted. Everything that was of value had been stripped, taken away by those who had barged into the house, and killed their father, leaving the girls fatherless and their mother a widow.
Apparently not all of the workers had left, and upon hearing the screams a few large men rushed down the stairs, and caught sight of the four females. Their mother looked up, and raced at them, screaming and swinging her slender arms to attempt and hit them for what they had done, though she was easily restrained. The three girls who were too shocked to move were also quickly caught and held fast, forced to watch as the male who had their mother raped her relentlessly until she was hoarse and sore, and then taken turns on by the other males, each switching off holding the girls hostage until each had raped their mother. Once she passed out she was drug away by the first male, never to be seen by the girls again.
Once left alone with the males Taylor sprung into action, kicking out. The tired male was caught off guard and dropped her, falling to the side as her footpad landed in his groin. She lashed out at the male holding onto Ginger, and being smaller and faster she easily avoided his attack, rushing behind and delivering a similar blow to the crotch, causing him to release her sister. The two teamed up on the male holding onto Veronica, and with both of them doing their part, she too was released. They rushed from their pillaged home, leaving their father’s body behind. Hitting the outside they looked for their mother and her captor, but to their dismay neither was found, and so they ran off, heading towards the city. Anywhere but their home.
Unfortunately the men took it upon themselves to follow the females, wanting to keep them from telling others what happened. In their minds the females belonged to them now, and they had it in their minds to sell the girls to slavers in return for hefty sums of money, enough to last them a lifetime. The girls were stupid. They had never been on their own before, and knew nothing about the outside world aside from the little bits and pieces they had been exposed to with their parents. So onward they went, in search for a new place to live, leading the greedy males right to themselves.
The whole ordeal seemed to have the most effect on Veronica. She had a distant look in her eyes. Almost vacant, and frightened. She had shut herself off from the world, save for the comfort of her sisters. She would only talk to them, and if she had to talk to another, it was hard to get the words from her. Especially with males. She seemed rather afraid of them, and didn't even like to be in the same room with some, especially alone. If one happened to approach her she would shrink backwards, and if one happened to reach out to touch, she'd jump back, and on occasion shriek. Still to this day, she reacts as such, but is just now gradually getting over it, getting into a mindset of a cold, heartless bitch.
Once
they made it to the city the girls had to find an apartment to live in,
since they could not go back to their once luxurious and happy home.
Each had to get a job, and fast. Veronica got one at the library which
was perfect for her, seeing as how she wanted to speak as little as
possible. During the day she worked there, and then at night worked at
a local bar, waiting on tables. It wasn't her ideal job, but she made
good money, with the body she had it was easy to get the tips. Ginger
befriended a gypsy she met while job hunting, who assured her that with
her looks, she could train her and get her into a
profession that would bring in serious money every night, enough to
support her and her sisters. The profession was prostitution, and
indeed it did pay. Enough so that Ginger could spoil herself to an
extent with fancy outfits and sweet candy. She was a natural, and could
lure men in with just a wink and a few short words. Veronica
wondered where she got all this money. According to what she knew, she thought Ginger was working down at the strip bar as a bartender. They
made tips, but the money she was bringing in was insane. Though nothing was said. Veronica wouldn't dare ask. As long as the bills were paid, it was all good. Taylor on the other hand was finding it hard to find a steady job. She got into fights often, and several times had been fired for going off on patrons. Eventually she got a position at a pawn shop, helping the owner keep out thieves and solicitors. It was right up her ally, chasing down punks and beating their asses when they tried to pilfer goods from the shop. This was also where she picked up her dagger, which she carries around everywhere in a calf holster.
Time went on, and the girls kept saving their money, surviving together. They were young and inexperienced, never having had worked before a day in their life, but they slowly adapted to their new lifestyle. One day after the girls had recently turned nineteen they were out on the town, planning on going for a drink. They saw an advertisement for a place called The Slave Chambers, and being the curious girls they were, agreed to go and check it out. Making their way across town they came across the place that was advertised, and saw things that they had never even imagined before in their life.
Stepping through the courtyard they saw furres in cages, and some all chained up. It surprised them, and only made them more curious as to what sort of place this was. Entering the actual Chambers their senses were overwhelmed. Sights, smells and sounds alike all overpowered them, and they recoiled at first, clutching each other tight. Compared to most of the others within this establishment, they were immaculate. Each were wearing variations of the same outfit, as it was a habit since they were very young to do such. Each wore short black skirts, Veronica in a halter, Taylor in a tank top and Ginger wore a bikini sort of top. High boots encased each of their slender legs, Ginger in thigh high heels, Taylor in combat boots and Veronica wearing modest knee high heels. They looked like a males’ idea of a dream night. Apparently perhaps a little too much. After hanging around the bar and getting a few drinks the girls decided to leave, but they were followed. Strangely enough the few ex-employees of their father who had followed them the first time spotted them in the bar while they were in there setting up their plans to trap the females in the first place, and they thought it a godsend.
After the girls turned out the lights and went to sleep they climbed the side of the building, breaking in silently through the window. The apartment was tiny, and it didn't take them long to find the helpless girls in their beds. The trio of men snatched each of them up and restrained the slender vixens, tying their hands behind their backs with rope so they were unable to escape. The same was done with their wings, and thighs. They weren't going anywhere. As they sat to the side bound and gagged they were forced to listen of the cruel plans laid by the men, wincing at their horrible fate. The worst was for Taylor. Instead of going back to the Chambers with her sisters she had unfortunately gotten the attention of her personal captor, who decided he would rather take her for himself instead of the gold, liking the way her body looked. He would just take his payment "Out of her ass," as he put it. Such words made their eyes widen and legs slam closed, though Veronica and Ginger could do nothing but look over at Taylor sympathetically as she thrashed about, in a meager attempt of escaping.
About an hour of discussion went on, and the three males decided it was time to collect. One walked over and grabbed hold of Taylor, hoisting the kicking female over his shoulders, and he left. The trio was now a duo, and they never heard from their sister again. This saddened the two of them, but they also had their own futures to worry about. Would they be separated too? They were only wearing that which they had gone to bed in: an oversized t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Not exactly sexy, but it wasn't as if they had time to get ready to go somewhere. With the way they looked, they could be wearing a paper bag and still bring in the attention.
Back
to the Chambers they went, this time not of their own free will and bound and gagged, wrists, wings and thighs tied together to prevent escape.
Carried on the shoulders of their captors, they were forced to endure
the humiliation of being process and booked. Those males made quite a
profit off of the twins, and they deposited the two into a closeby cage, leaving them bound and gagged, for any potential buyer. The
girls were frightened and alone, stuck in a pen with strangers, in hay
that was less than pleasant smelling. Thus started their life as pets.
-Notes by Cruel.