When Two Halves are More Than a Whole

Sisters Should Always Share

Chapter 20

Report from the Transport System

The transport system was composed of millions of individuals dedicated to the purpose of transporting fuel and messages in the form of giant molecules. The individuals were so specialized to their function that they were, on average, the part of the carrier least capable of processing information. The term “REDNECK” in American society was the most appropriate to describe their status among the carrier’s parts.

Because they were in intimate contact with every other part of the carrier, they were effectively an alternate communications system. At least, according to legend, they had been. According to the ancient tales, there had been a process thousands of generations ago by which individual components of different parts could communicate with each other. Now, the only messages they received were the orders in the form of the giant molecules that directed them to carry out their deliveries.

So when the message from the communications network was delivered simultaneously to the millions of transport workers, only 1% of them were smart enough to wonder if the ability to communicate with other parts of the body had also been restored.

But 1% was more than enough. Within minutes, the gossip network was operating at a breathtaking speed.

The gossip rapidly became the focus of the entire system, but they were also workers programmed to follow orders. Within hours, a detailed report of clogged roadways, washed out bridges and other un-repaired damage was returned to the mainframe from the transport system. Along the report was an offer to report damage to other parts of the carrier that could be more easily observed by the workers than the other parts of the carrier.

The most important part of the report was one of damage to pathways inside the mainframe itself.

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George hadn't spent more than a few minutes glancing through the papers they'd retrieved from Mandy's house, but from what he had gleaned, it looked like her trainers had attempted to make her life the mirror image of Courtney's. In a way, it made sense because a matched pair of twin sex slaves would be rare if not unique and hence, nearly priceless.

When the three of them were finally sitting in the back seat on the return to Lincoln County, George felt at a lose as to how to talk to Courtney's twin. She hadn't said a word to anyone and he was pretty sure she'd been conditioned not to. Finally, he remembered how he'd overcome Courtney's problem. “Mandy, you should know that you won't be going back to school, so from now on, I will be your teacher. Can you talk to me now?”

“Yes, teacher.”

“And Courtney is part of your family, just like your mother and father. Can you talk to her?” When she just nodded, George continued. “OK, Courtney can you fill her in about how she was being conditioned?”

“Yes, my Master.”

With a sigh, George sat back and watched as the girls conversed in voices barely above whisper level. It felt so awkward having rescued someone from her own mother, he just didn't know what to say. After a few minutes during which he caught only occasional snatches about Courtney's rescue when they turned to look at him, he noticed Mandy's hand maintaining the physical contact he'd come to expect from her sister.

But then, the early start and the let of the crisis being over caught up with and he drifted towards sleep. Unexpectedly, he became aware of a new crisis. The Engineers were trying to warn that he hadn't been taking the drug that allowed them to communicate but the message was fuzzy. Instead of a clear insight, it came through as a general impression that he'd suffer without it.

With a jolt, he woke to find Mandy's head in the crook of his neck and tears running down her cheeks. “What's wrong,” he asked.

“Where did you go?” she asked, wiping at her tears.

“When he goes away like that, it's someone he calls The Engineers that helped us find you. You need to be careful not to wake him because that interrupts the messages they give him,” Courtney explained. “So what did they tell you this time? Is there another girl?” she asked, looking at George.

“No, this time the problem is me. The message was hard to understand because I forgot to take the medicine this morning. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's why we got distracted this morning. The Engineers are so desperate to make sure I keep taking the drug that they're making my body react as if I''m addicted to it. You haven't taken any of the pills for so long that there's hardly any left in your bodily fluids and we forgot to bring the bottle when we came to rescue Mandy. I think I might be in trouble.”

For a moment, Courtney was troubled. Her Master needed her help and what she could give wasn't enough. Then she remembered she was one of a pair. Maybe together with her other half they'd be enough. Quickly grabbing Mandy's hand still wet with tears and raising it to his nose, she asked, “Can you smell it?”

George nodded and then couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking them. While he was busy chasing every last trace, Courtney pulled her sister's head away from his shoulder and whispered in her ear. As soon as her hand had been thoroughly cleaned, Mandy got up on her knees, swung across George's lap and proceeded to kiss him.

Not since his birthday had George been so close to being overwhelmed by the sensations the drug allowed him to connect with. Because he wasn't surprised, he simply surrendered to the new senses and allowed his body to respond to the kiss without rational thought. Mandy took that as a sign of approval and put her heart and soul into her gift.

As the kiss went on and on, the memory of the dream she'd somehow shared with Courtney of words in sand on a beach being washed away and replaced with new words written in stone took on new meaning. With a whimper she accepted her new master and changed the gift from a kiss and saliva to the essence of her being.

The kiss went on and on until Mandy felt George go away. With a sigh, she released his lips and hugged him cheek to cheek. Courtney, who'd been staring, turned away and became aware of a detective watching from the passenger's side of the front seat with his jaw hanging. “He has a medical condition and we forgot to bring his prescription. Mandy took some of it and has enough in her saliva to tide him over until we get back. It was a medical emergency so please don't think badly of him.”

With a red face the detective turned away shaking his head.

When George returned, he didn't seem to be aware that he'd been gone. After thanking Mandy, he observed that they were approaching the sheriff’s office, so he called John Stover at his restaurant to tell him he was bringing “the girl” for him to meet and a big surprise. “How many people can the restaurant accommodate? Please get ready for 50 people in about 30 minutes,” he laughed.

They arrived to find a welcoming crowd who cheered at the sight of the twins. Courtney took Mandy by the hand and led her around the circle telling her about the help provided by each to find and rescue her. Within minutes, Mandy was crying happy tears. These people were the first friends she’d had in years.

As soon as introductions were finished, George gathered everyone’s attention with a loud voice, “We’d be pleased if all of you’d join us for lunch to celebrate.” Then quietly, “Sheriff, Duke, please come when you’ve secured the prisoner. We need to discuss what to do next. Remember to keep her isolated. We don’t want anyone to know she’s in custody.”

With an arm on the shoulder of each twin, he shouted, “Please follow us so we can thank you properly.” The three of them led a parade to the restaurant. As they entered, John was waiting. “John, my friend, please let me introduce you to Courtney Dobson and her twin, Mandy Daniels. Girls, this is, John Stover. His advice helped a great deal when I was trying to rescue Courtney.”

As the crowd streamed past, he asked, “John, the girls and I need a table for 5. The sheriff will be joining us. Please serve these people who’ve helped us with your best fare. Courtney is wealthy now and wants to show everyone how grateful we are.”

John was truly speechless. He tried and failed a dozen times to find something to say, but no words would come. Finally, he turned and silently showed George to a table, shaking his head and muttering. When he’d gone, George laughed, “Aren’t you glad you don’t affect me that way?”

When everyone was seated, George stood and addressed the group. “Not all of you know what we’ve rescued these girls from and, not understanding, you might be offended by some of the things they say and do. I’d like to explain so you’ll understand and forgive them as they try to straighten out their lives.”

“The sheriff and I have uncovered a gang of criminals operating here in your county that was conditioning girls to be sold as sex slaves. They used drugs, emotional abuse, pain and your justice system to pervert desires and instincts to the point that the girls would willingly submit to anything, even sex and death.”

“The conditioning they’ve suffered is so deep, they may never recover, and much of it was sexual in nature. Imagine how you’d feel if you were compelled to sexual gratification on demand as strongly as you are to wash your hands after changing a baby’s diaper. That’s what they’ll be trying to overcome.”

“So, I’m begging you, if you hear or see something that shocks or offends you, please forgive them and be assured I’m doing everything I can to repair the damage and give them back the happiness they deserve.”

“Now, one more request, and I’ll let you enjoy our thanks that John will be serving you on our behalf. There are more girls that are being prepared for sale. There may not be much time to rescue them, so your continued efforts are needed and will be appreciated. Once Again, thank you all.”

When George returned, Duke and the sheriff were there, so he, asked, “Did you find out any more from our prisoner on the trip back?”

“Yeah, she spilled her guts. Phone numbers, bank accounts, names, several other girls and leads it’ll take us months to follow. Do you know how much the twins are worth? It scares me spit-less. George, this thing has to be the size of a major national corporation. Do you really plan to take them on?” Duke asked.

“Duke please look Courtney in the eyes and tell her you aren’t willing to stop them from raping her, putting her in jail, stealing every fond memory and emotion she ever had. Can you let them sell her to a fat slob who can’t get a woman because he doesn’t care about anybody but himself. Can you tell her that Duke?”

Seeing the doubt in Duke’s eyes, he continued, “Even if you can, I can’t. As long as I can breathe and walk, I’ll do everything in my power to rescue every girl I find out about. That’s the way I am and I can’t change it no matter what the odds or the risks. But we’ve got a major advantage. Right now, we’re a flea with a sub-machine gun attacking an elephant. The elephant knows it’s being hurt, but can’t see us and can’t imagine how it could be hurt by a flea. So far, we’ve anticipated every move they’ve made. From their perspective, every person they’ve sent against us has vanished. They believe they’re being attacked by another elephant. And my best guess is, $30 million dollars for a matched pair.”

“Now, I’m afraid that the undertaking is becoming too complex to deal with by the seat-of-the-pants management we’ve used up to this point, so I need each of you to generate a report of everything that happened today. I need all of the names and phone numbers to give to my contact at the FBI and a separate report, my eyes only on the financial information.”

“Sheriff, what’s the status of the rapist? I believe they have information that is critical. With the details from Mandy’s mother, we have the tools to both shock them and test how truthful they’re being. By watching their reactions, we can verify details collected from other sources. What I’m afraid of is leaving too many prisoners here. It’ll be a temptation if our enemies learn of it. I’d like to move them to a more secure location. Would you object to that?” he asked.

“Object? Hell, I’d love you for it! Finding the other girls is my job now and not having to worry about the prisoners would allow all of us to focus on it.”

George pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jake’s number. “Hello, this is George. … We have 7 more suspects in that terrorist’ plot. Can you provide accommodations for them? … How about transportation? … By air if possible. … A helicopter would be perfect. ... They’ll be sedated. … We don’t want them to have any idea where they are. … Yeah, how soon? … You guys don’t mess around. … Did our friend at the FBI tell you about Courtney’s sister? … Her twin. … This morning. … As easy as our last assault on a government building. … A guy can have worse bad habits. … We’ll need to question them. … I have something special planned. … Can I borrow John to get things ready? … I’d like to have Marcus join us. … Okay, I’ll see you tonight. … Bye.”

“Sheriff, do you want to keep the county attorney or can I have him to?” George asked after hanging up.

“Do me a favor and take the slime bag.”

“Okay, they need to be sedated and on stretchers in 50 minutes. The helicopter will land on the front lawn. Make sure they’re covered and swear the guards to silence. We want to pass information to our enemies in a way that will compromise a couple of spies.”

“Now the girls and I need to visit the bank.” Handing them each a card with a fax number, he added, “Get me your reports and Dr. Sheffield’s as soon as you can.”

Before heading to the bank, George retrieved his copper box and the boxes of evidence from both Courtney’s and Mandy’s homes and stashed them in the pickup. At the bank, George asked to meet the President and explained the financial affairs of the girls. He made the President promise to pay John Stover from Courtney’s account, added Mandy’s name to it and then had the bank issue credit cards to each of them. Minutes later they were on the way home.

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Courtney insisted Mandy sit in the middle. She’d never lost her need to touch him, so George wasn’t surprised by Mandy’s contact. Hoping to distract her, he ordered, “Mandy, tell us about what’s happened since the party where you saw Courtney last?”

“I know it will sound strange, but up until a week ago, my life was a mirror image of hers. My parents divorced when I was ten, I shop lifted and had to go to Dr. Van Berg for counseling and I even tried to persuade mom to let me go out to celebrate my birthday. But when she told me I couldn’t, I was afraid.”

“Since then, I’ve been living in a nightmare. I can see now that I was sharing my sister’s life. It never bothered me before because it was the same as mine. It felt like I had someone else in my head. I had visions of being raped and being in jail. And I dreamed about a new master who’d save me. The strangest thing for me is Courtney being my sister. I never imagined having a sister before.”

Suddenly excited, Courtney exclaimed, “I had the same dream, only it was George who was my Master in my dream. Now I’m not sure whether it was you or me he saved.”

“Mandy, it isn’t as strange as you might think,” George explained. “The people who were paying your mother arranged it all. They wanted you to grow up without being close to anyone and yet still be identical twins. It was important to them that you be unsure of yourself and that you feel emotionally insecure. I’m certain that they did everything they could to make you believe you didn’t have a sister to turn to. In fact, they wanted you to believe you didn’t have anyone to turn to.”

“It was important that you be dependent on the man who was going to buy you. They wanted to make sure you had no choice. When they were ready, they’d have framed you for a crime and then forced you to accept your new owner or spend your life in prison. Did you have a dream about being in danger?”

“Yes, last night. The dream was vague and all I can remember is that some one was coming to take me away and I’d never be coming back. I woke up screaming and mom tried to make me take some pills, but I wouldn’t. I was so scared, I couldn’t go back to sleep. She wanted me to stay home from school, but I wouldn’t do that either. I was so scared I wasn’t going to go home when school was over. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you found me.”

“Did you know that Mrs. Daniels isn’t really your mother? She’s just someone they hired to train you so that you’d become the submissive, love starved girl they could sell.” George asked, hoping to ease the pain of a fake mother.

“I didn’t know, but I knew she stopped even pretending to love me after I was arrested for shoplifting. When I was little, both mom and dad used to hug and kiss me. Do you think they ever loved me?”

“We don’t have much information about the programming they were using, but I think it’s unlikely. An emotional attachment would’ve made it difficult to follow instructions that hurt you. It’s much more likely that your assigned parents thought of themselves more as trainers. People who train animals usually develop a fondness for them, but it isn’t anything like the love of a parent. I'm reasonably certain they thought of you more as a pet than a daughter.”

“Do you think we’ll ever know who our real parents were?” Courtney asked wistfully.

“It’s possible, but even if we do, there’s a good chance they’ll be people kept and treated like cattle, bred to have babies to train. They may have never even been allowed to see or hold you. You’ll be much happier if you accept Mandy and I as your family. We love you more than anyone else. Isn’t that right, Mandy?”

Mandy pulled her into a hug whispering, “More than anything in the world.”

“I love you to,” Courtney echoed. “More than anything except My Master.”

“Master,” Mandy asked, reluctantly letting go, “How did you find Courtney.”

“Well, I was sitting in the courtroom when she was charged with some terrible crimes. When I looked at her and listened to her talk, I couldn’t believe that she was capable of the things they accused her of. I started asking questions and the more I learned, the worse her treatment by the police and the court turned out to be. When I visited her in jail, she was crying. It broke my heart and I decided I’d try to help her,” he answered, feeling his heart tear again at just the memory.

“But why were you in the Court?” Mandy persisted.

“The most important thing in the world to me is to make sure you’re both safe and happy,” George worried. “There are things you don’t know about me yet, and in order for you to stay happy, I need to tell you about myself a little at a time. Will you trust me and let answer that when I think you’re ready for it?”

“Yes, My Master,” they chorused. “the one thing we’re sure of is that you want what’s best for us. It makes us truly happy when we please you. Everything we’ve learned about you has only made us love you more,” Mandy answered for them both. The glow of feelings left all of them without anything to say while the emotions were savored for their exquisite flavor.

The extended conversation was just what George had been hoping for. He needed as many pieces of information as he could get, and he had collected quite a few since waking. During the lull, he concentrated on fitting new pieces into the puzzle until something didn’t fit. “Courtney, you haven’t touched me since we left. Is your need for it becoming less compelling?”

“No, My Master, but only one of us needs to touch you. It feels the same to me whether it’s Mandy touching you or I am. ”

Stunned, he followed up, “Do you think that will be true no matter how far apart you are?”

“It was true when Courtney was in my house. We were about a mile apart,” Mandy answered. “That is the farthest apart we’ve been since you rescued me.”

George thought to himself, the pieces fit, but the picture is a little strange, Aloud he asked, “Mandy, will I embarrass you if I ask a personal question?”

“Do you mean, like something about sex?”

“Uh, yes, actually it is, sort of anyway.”

“My Master, my body is yours to do with as you please. How can a question be personal to me, if it is about something that belongs to you? Courtney, doesn’t he understand what being Our Master means?”

“I’ve been trying tell him but he says it will take time to accept us as willing slaves. He keeps confusing us with the black slaves that were abused by their owners before the civil war. I explained we’re more like nuns, who are willing servants of God. But that made him even more uncomfortable. He believes he isn’t worthy of being worshiped. Finally, he asked me to be patient so he could find his own way of accepting our devotions. Even though it’s hard, I’m trying to please him by doing as he asked,” Courtney answered smugly.

“Okay, I’ll be patient to. What did you want to ask, … about sex?”

“When did your last period start?” George asked, blushing.

“Last Wednesday morning,” Mandy answered without embarrassment.

“Courtney, I noticed that when you were telling Mandy about everything that’s happened, you didn’t mention anything involving sex. Why is that?”

“I don’t have to because she can feel it. Mandy, tell George what happened about 6:30 this morning.”

“Oh, Master, it was so good when you put your tongue between her legs, and then you touched her sweet spot. I didn’t know it was you and my sister, but I sure felt what you did. I was in the shower and almost fainted. And then you let her put your thing in her mouth. I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Mandy answered, breathing hard from the memory alone.

“Did you feel the order I gave her afterwards?”

“I can’t feel orders, just sex. What was it?”

“I ordered her to be more careful about becoming sexually excited while we’re driving so that we won’t have an accident. I want you to do the same.”

“Yes, My Master,” Mandy shivered and George felt an echo of her reaction just the same as with Courtney.

“Have you dreamed of having children, like Courtney?” George wondered.

“Yes, and now that you are my Master, I want to please you by having your babies more than I ever thought possible,” Mandy blushed.

“Would you really want them to have a father that might be senile before they are your age? Could you do that to your children?” George probed.

“There is no certainty of any child having a father until they're grown. I knew lots of kids at school whose mothers or fathers had died or abandoned them. I’ll bet the odds of you living and being active until our baby reached adulthood are only slightly less than average.”

“Courtney, you know The Engineers took me away last night?”

“Who are The Engineers?” Mandy asked.

“When we go to bed at night, we’ll be laying there with his arms around me and then his touch is gone even though his body is still there. We don’t know who they are, but someone is helping us and it’s The Engineers that take him to give him messages. He told me they warned him about you being in danger, so without them, we wouldn’t have been able to save you.”

“Oh yeah. I remember you told that's where he went when I kissed him.”

“Yes, well most of the message was about something else. You know they want Cary to have my baby, but they want you to carry it for her.”

“Who is Cary?” Mandy asked.

“You mean like a surrogate?” Courtney squealed. “Can they really do that? I’d be pregnant but the baby would be yours and hers?”

“That’s the way it works and, yes, I’m pretty sure they can really do it. I take it you’d like that,” George answered.

“Who’s Cary? Did he save another girl you didn’t tell me about?”

“Cary is George’s granddaughter. She ran away from home and The Engineers are trying to help her to,” Courtney explained.

“He’s going to have a baby with his granddaughter? Isn’t that incest?”

“Yes, and that’s why it would be so perfect if I carried it for them. Everyone would think it was mine and they couldn’t accuse him of incest or child abuse either. Besides, can you imagine anything better than my Master using my body to carry his baby?” Courtney shivered.

“Child abuse? So how old is Cary?” Mandy asked.

“She says she’s thirteen, but she looks like she’s eleven. Are you going to let them do it?” Courtney pleaded.

“Not unless they can convince Cary. How do you think she’ll feel about it?”

“Wow. I can’t even guess. But The Engineers are pretty good at getting you to do what they want you to, aren’t they? They can probably convince her. When would you do it?” Courtney asked with growing excitement.

“Why would you have a baby with a kid?” Mandy asked.

“When she ran away from home, The Engineers promised her that they’d give her a baby by her grandfather if she came to him. It was the only way they could convince her to go somewhere she’d be safe,” Courtney explained.

“That isn’t the real reason,” George added. “The Engineers can talk to me and Cary because of something in our genes. A baby from myself and Cary would be better even than we are, whereas, a baby from me and Courtney wouldn’t be able to talk to them at all.”

“Oh,” Mandy said. “Would it be possible for me to carry one to?”

As he drove, George suddenly became aware of a song playing softly on the radio;

To need a women you've got to know

how the strong get weak and the rich get poor.

Slave to love Oh Oh Slave to love

You're running with me don't touch the ground

we're the restless hearted not the chained and bound.

The sky is burning a sea of flame

though your world is changing I will be the same.

Slave to love oh oh Slave to love Slave to love

na na na na na na na na

And I can't escape I'm a slave to love

Can you help me? Oh oh Can you help me?

The storm is breaking or so it seems

we're too young to reason too grown to dream.

Now spring is turning your face to mine

I can hear your laughter I can see your smile.

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