This one is the last traslation I tried to correct any mistake but English is not my mother language, sorry forgive me



Baroness von M. placed the paper on the desk it was signed “a friend” and informed her that her husband, Baron von V, had embarked on a relationship with two twins, just over the age of majority and exceptionally busty, whom she now met regularly in the hunting estate alternating them and not disdaining orgiastic encounters of all three together. This fact would not have upset her too much: she was used to her "escapades" and even she did not deny herself extramarital entertainment, but the letter insinuated that this time he had fallen madly in love so much that he intended to give the little whores a conspicuous legacy subtracting it from the family assets and even name the entire estate to them stripping her of a good part of the inheritance.
That sign of senile dementia seriously worried the practical and strong-willed female baroness who hired a detective to ascertain the matter and when she had the certainty she organized an action plan.

The spouse was absent often and sometimes for many days, to follow his economic interests even abroad so, in anticipation of one of his planned trips, he sent the two sluts a false message in which “he” said that the trip had been postponed, that the wife did not know about the postponement and this left them a few days to have fun quietly and fixed a rendezvous to the usual place.

With her husband's Rolls-Royce she reached the estate leaving it in sight in front of the house, then she made up with a showy grayed wig, put on dark glasses and dressed as a good service woman.
Shortly after sunset S. and K. arrived by bicycle: the old baron liked that they to be warmed up during sex (he found the aphrodisiac scent of youthful sweat), they saw the car and entered without hesitation, certain to meet their wealthy Pygmalion.
The fake maid welcomed them embarrassed, informed them that the baron, at the moment engaged in a business phone call, would reach them as soon as it was over and to put them at ease in the wait, he offered a flute of champagne.

K. awoke slowly returning to herself little by little, the fog that enveloped her mind gradually faded away. She had no idea how much time had passed since he had drunk that wine.
She had been drugged and now that she was regaining consciousness of the world she was naked and slumped on her right side.
She tried to stretch his legs but found that they were kneaded: the ankles had been tied to his wrists, joined together behind his back and he had a plaster on his mouth.
One of her huge freckled boob as smeared on the polished wooden floor, crushed by the weight of the other.
She panicked: was the rich lover turning out to be a sadistic madman?

In front of it there was a green velvet curtain from behind which came the sounds of a hustle as if someone was shaking.
A few minutes later a door opened behind him and a female figure entered the field of vision.
She was a tall woman, in her thirties, very prosperous and completely naked with the exception of the red hood, like an executioner, which covered her head.
From the glossy black color of the pubic hair K. argued that despite the milky complexion it was certainly a blackberry.
Without a word and without apparent effort, this lifted her by bringing her to her knees (obviously she could not have taken any other position)
Now that she saw reality clearly she noticed that from under the thick cloth came out two ropes ending in loops
The "executioner" squeezed one at the base of her mammoth right boob, then "hanged" the other too.
The milk glandes, strangled at the hairline, began to swell and became at first reddened then crimson.

The veiled lady went beyond the curtain and K. heard her tinkering again as subdued grunts came to her.
It would have been easy to imagine who was there but his thoughts were still darkened.

After the operation, clearly the same as the one she had suffered, the mysterious woman raised the curtain and K. moved horrified: in front of her, equally naked and tied in the same way, there was S. her twin


"well girls... your test will be simple... you will play tug of war...indeed at the tug of tit...the one that will be able to drag the other beyond this line... - he said in a deep voice pointing to a white stripe on the floor - ... he will have saved his life... of course you can refuse but then I will leave you here to starve and...of thirst... for many days no one will come looking for you and you know it" and tore the patches from their mouths

The sisters looked into each other's eyes then, without a moment of hesitation, they began to pull, each on her side. The gigantic knockers stretched, snatching the first cry from the two.
The parquet was shiny, slippery and each tried to make strength by pointing at the knees to find friction and pull more than the other.
Soon the pain became unbearable. Now the cries were continuous and desperate.

The glands so sensitive and delicate stretched frighteningly as the rope cut deeper and deeper into the flesh. They threw their heads back shaking the thick red hair throwing shrieks every moment more acute. Tears overflowed from the green eyes barred with pain but none showed signs of sagging. S. was the first to swing the torso to the right and left to increase the torment in the stern of the other and perhaps be able to detach them from the torso but this responded immediately moving in the same way.
The hempen that joined them were pulled like violin strings.
The loops choked the roofs and the atrocious suffering for both.
The lone spectator urged her
"COME ON!...GO AHEAD!...PULL!... PULL!" equally distributed between the two

After an atrocious and interminable suffering K. had the impression that the boobs of S. were yielding and
stretched more than his. She was dragging her inexorably, centimeter after centimeter, towards the fatal line that would have sanctioned her defeat and dead.
She rejoiced when she saw the small space that separated her from the completion of her work, from the victory, but at the last moment, when she was already savoring the taste of triumph, the sister made an unexpected move: collapsed on one side falling on her left side and in doing so, she pulled her towards herself. The violence of the tug tore the breasts from the chest.
K. gave a very sharp scream and fell forward, agitated in two or three spastic convulsions then lied down, killed by that sharper and sudden pain.
The woman knelt next to her to check her condition
"YOUR SISTER IS FINISHED...SHE IS DEAD!... – she declared – ...YOU WON!... BUT NOW MAKE SHE GO BEYOND THE LINE" ordered

The winner who gasped exhausted began to kick in the slippery floor moving sinuously like a snake to drag little by little towards the finish line the lifeless body of the twin.
After long minutes of unspeakable suffering, K.'s body crossed the line, first with her tits, then with trunk and head, but that superhuman effort took is price: her huge boobs also fell apart.
The hooded lady bend over her:
"BRAVO!...YOU’RE SAFE!”
But these were the last words that S. heard: in that extreme effort she had uprooted her own teats.
Her heart ceased to beat too.
The Baroness crushed the young woman's giant, freckled udder under her heel to make sure she was really dead, took off her hood and smiled smugly. His property was safe.