The Contraption: Gemma and Jake

Jake didn’t mind his twin sister Gemma. Sometimes she was great to be around but sometimes
she could be a right pain in the arse. They’d grown up together like any other brother and
sister, fighting over trivial things like who controls the remote, or who uses the shower
first. When Gemma asked for a lift to the shops Jake was going to say no but he had nothing
else to do so he thought why not. They drove mainly in silence to the local mall which was
about 5 kilometres away. They lived at the end of a very long dirt road with no other houses
around for a few kilometres.
“We’ll meet back here at the car in 2 hours, ok Jake?” said Gemma when they finally arrived.

“Sure,” Jake replied. “Whatever.”
They went off their separate ways and Jake decided to flip through CD’s for a while. He
didn’t really intend on buying anything but he spotted a CD from a band his sister really
liked so he thought he’d buy it as a surprise for her. Nothing wrong with being nice to his
only sister, he reasoned to himself. After the 2 hours was up he waited outside the car for
his sister to come back, and when she finally did she was laden with bags filled with
clothes and other accessories.
“Shit!” exclaimed Jake when he saw how many bags she had bought. “You really know how to
shop.”
Gemma laughed and asked him to help her pack her stuff in the back seats. They hopped in and
started driving home.
“Hey Jake, do you like what I bought?” said Gemma with a mischievous smile on her face,
holding up something Jake could only see in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see
what she was holding up and blushed a deep red. It was a very sexy, very revealing lingerie.
Deep red with little frilly bits, Jake couldn’t help but imagine his sister in it, which
made a stirring in his loins. He tried to change the subject.
“Here sis, I bought you this.” He threw the CD onto her lap.
“OOhhh wow, thank you!” Gemma squealed. She leaned over and pecked his cheek causing him to
blush even more, if that was even possible. She put the CD in and started playing it at full
blast, bouncing in her seat to the rhythm. Jake looked at his sister and smiled. She was
bouncing around screaming along to the lyrics thrashing her hair around and it was quite
sexy.

Jake saw a man on the side of the road with a stand with “LEMONADE” printed on it. He pulled
over and got him a glass for himself and his sister. As he sped off down the dirt road he
took a large gulp of the lemonade. His sister, on the other hand, decided to gulp it all down
in 1.
“What the fuck?!” she shrieked, looking into her glass, and then there was darkness.


Jake awoke to his sister screaming his name.
“Jake, JAKE, wake up, please Jake get me out of here.”
He opened his eyes and his vision was blurred. He could make out a figure above him, and
that he was in an extremely small room, and someone was tied down next to him, staring at
him. As his vision cleared he realised it was himself. He was in a 5m by 2m room, every wall
was a mirror except 1 which had a door with a mail slot, which was also mirrored.
“JAKE, help me,” screamed Gemma.
Jake looked up and gasped. Gemma had not a shred of clothes on. Well, that’s not true. She
had gloves and socks on to stop the chains from digging into her skin. There were 4 chains
that protruded through the ceiling that dangled down and were attached to giant padded cuffs
which held her ankles and wrists up. Her arms were held above her head like a very wide “Y”
like in the YMCA dance, and her legs were being held up in the splits, spreading her
pussy lips apart exposing her completely.