Training the new maid.

Disclaimer--I do not own the rights to any of these characters. I own nothing in the Matrix universe and make no money off this. It is purely for my own amusement and the amusement, hopefully, of others.

Breaking the kiss, Two nibbled down her neck and moved a hand around to cup one of her full breasts. As he did he felt her shiver with pleasure, heard her indrawn breath as he pinched the nipple hard. Over her collarbone, the swell of her breast, tasting her, then finally taking the hardened nipple in his mouth he began to suck. First hard, then lightly, nibbling, flicking the tip of his tongue across the nub; he heard her moan and felt his cock harden as she rubbed against him more and more franticly.

“I see we are continuing your punishment.” One said. “Let us add to it.”

Smack. One felt Naomi stiffen and move closer to him. He looked up—One was holding a riding crop. He smirked up at his brother; it would be most enjoyable to have her be disciplined on his crotch.

She looked at him pleadingly and he decided it would please him to have her touch him while being punished. The shock of her first whipping and her first hand job should produce amusing expressions that he was ideally located to observe. They could let her skill at pleasing him determine the length of her whipping, which would provide motivation to excel.

One leaned back and hit her again, the crop whistling as it smacked against the soft flesh of her back. Gasping, she tried to avoid the full blow, but was unsuccessful. One stalked over and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her neck back. “Now is the time for OUR pleasure. Please our brother well, and we will limit this phase of your punishment.””

Two took her hand and placed it on the buckle to his belt. She knew what he wanted, could see him straining against the fabric of his pants. Lips quivering, she slowly started to unbuckle his belt. At that pace, it would take an eternity before he was even undressed.

One reared back and hit her again, this time hard enough to make her cry out. “Faster. We are not amused by your stalling the inevitable.”

Better, she undid the belt, slid back a little and unzipped his pants. The head was poking out over the top of his boxers, already fully erect. She looked at it, then him, afraid. “Take us in your hand.” Two commanded, “Stroke us.”

Gingerly shacheached down to take his cock, too slow. She heard the whistle of the crop and tried to twist away but it still caught her across the backside. Must be criss-crossed by red welts by now, umm, when she was attending to One he could enjoy disciplining her as well.

“Faster, how many times must we say it?” Smack.

“Lick your hand, get us wet, yes, and look at us while you lick it.” Two purred.

She licked her hand quickly and then wrapped it around his cock, her very first cock. The thought made him stiffen up even more, that and her obvious embarrassment.

“Move your hand up and down, hold us tightly, yes, that’s better, now, twist your hand as you stroke. Here, watch us.” Two showed her how he liked it, how to stroke the head, tease around the sensitive tip and edge of the head, then took her hand and placed it around his cock, keeping his own hand on top of hers to guide her.

“Lean closer, we want you watching closely.” Two said. One hit her with the crop to encourage her to obey. Then he began the whipping in earnest after saying, “As soon as Two finishes, this part of your punishment ends.”

Her hand pumped up and down, her breasts shaking from the effort, “Yes, that’s it, faster, go faster.” Another minute and she’d get a surprise, her very first.

“Yes, squeeze harder, yes, like that,” he began to buck a little, so close, oh, yes, she was a quick learner.

“Yes, lean closer, yes.” Almost there.

One pushed her head down to within inches of Two’s cock and growled, “Open your mouth.”

As soon as Two saw that luscious mouth open he came, the first big spurt in her mouth, then each successive spurt smaller until she had come in her mouth, on her lips, on her hand, so much for her to clean up. He leaned against the couch panting as he watched One force her to swallow.

“Swallow.” He had his hand on her neck, she was barely gagging it down. “Lick your lips, yes, that’s it. And now your hand. You should learn to enjoy the taste, it will be a regular part of your diet.”

One paused to sneer at her, then said, “Down on your knees, we want you to take us in your mouth.” She still had a drop of Two’s cum clinging to her bottom lip, yum, such a fuckable mouth. One smirked at the thought of her choking on him, then grinned widely as he saw Two, now completely naked, pick up the riding crop. By the time he was finished, his brother would need her attention again. She would be very practiced before they finally let her go home.

If they let her go home.

Two watched her kneel down, expecting to see humiliation on her face, that was the usual response they had observed, and was disappointed to see that her face could best be described as impassive, perhaps a little resigned, possibly a bit disgusted.

She looked up at him for a minute, and something unreadable flicked in her eyes, then the last thing he expected: disdain. A brief up and down of the eyes, weighed him and found him wanting—how dare she? Then the distant vacuous expression was back. She was checking out mentally, giving them her body to play with while she took her mind elsewhere. Surprising that she had that ability so young.

And really quite smart. It was no fun to win if your opponent threw up their hands and said, “You win, you’re right, you’re stronger.”

One would be frustrated, but perhaps it would be best to send her home tonight and begin the game another day. They had pushed her much father than they had intended. Mainly because both wanted her, had been surprised at the intensity of the desire, both wanted to please her, hurt her, master her.

And now she was saying, in effect, before they had even begun, I give up. This was not what they wanted.

**One, observe her face**

**Yes, of what of it?**

**She is giving up already**

One looked down at Naomi, she looked up at him with blank patient eyes that held neither desire, nor fear, nor any emotion at all. He slapped her face, and she rolled with the blow, then knelt back in the same position, and identical expression on her face, ready to serve.

**Perhaps we are right**

“Assess us,” One growled, thinking he would get a spark of fire out of her in that way.

Naomi spoke flatly, “You forced me to give Two a hand job and beat me while I did it then pushed my head down while your brother came in my mouth. You plan to do this all night. I will probably not leave here alive. If you don’t kill me tonight, you’ll kill me another night. Just get it over with. It doesn’t matter, you’re going to do what you want, and no one can stop you.”

One felt most of the desire begin to drain out of him, leaving him feeling empty. He didn’t know what to say so he walked away.

Two stood there looking down at her back, One had whipped her viciously, even for him. There were bloody welts all over her back. Normally he would have enjoyed such a sight, but on Naomi, they seemed wrong, obscene.

One could have eased the girl into it, her reaction to the spanking showed she had an aptitude for pain, but this was too much too soon. One had spoiled the game, probably beyond repair. A brief flicker of irritation at his brother registered on his face. Why had he beaten her so severely?

Two followed his brother into the other room.

**Why did we beat her like that?**

**Since when have we objected to us delivering a whipping?**

Two looked at One evenly, then sought to join with his brother’s mind. One resisted momentarily, then opened his mind. Interesting, the girl intrigued them both, more than they expected, and, even more interesting, unsettled them. One’s reaction had been an instinctual and typically unsubtle attempt at mastery.

**One, beat her to death, we do not care.** Although that was a lie, and of course his brother knew that. They did not exactly care, but were curious. And so little aroused them to curiosity that they felt regret, much as a child feels regret if it spoils a new and unusual toy by playing with it too roughly.

And as a rule they did not kill their sex partners, it was simply a matter of challenge--there was none. More amusing to watch the aftermath of their attentions, and their training. Some of their former lovers left quite a wake of destruction behind them as they used the Twin's huge parting gift of money and very specialized training to create a life of vicious decadence. Yes, that was far more amusing. A few of their creations had even contributed to the tension between the Merovingian and his lovely wife, a fact that amused the twins to no end.

**No, let us continue this game another day**

When they walked back into the room, they found Naomi was gone. She had taken nothing but her long winter coat; leaving everything they had given her behind, including her shoes.

It was a clear message—I quit. And would do her no good. They would find her, tonight.