Walking down the wide corridor side by side, their bare feet making no noise on the cold stone floor, the sisters' passage was marked by the soft clinking of the chain that linked their collars together, the collars being the only thing the twins were wearing save for the silk ribbons tied to their arms.

They moved slowly and gracefully, their large breasts bouncing slightly with each step, the poise in which they held themselves with was of such beauty and dignity that the sisters could not possibably be human. Their bodies and facial features were identical to the tiniest detail, but one had hair the color of midnight in winter and the other's was the color of the sun's rays in summer.

The sisters had slim, elegant necks that met with smooth graceful shoulders which extended into long, rounded arms, and ended with small hands and tapered fingers with long, painted nails.
Their exposed breasts were round and full, tipped with the delicate pink of their nipples which were erect and darker due to the chilly air in the castle.
Their stomaches were flat, their waists were narrow, and their hips were round. The soft, downy hair between their legs was the same shade as the silken strands on their heads, so the stunning colors were not from the bottles sold in the town square to the more vain ladies of the court.      

They had long legs that were well shaped, strong but still feminine, like the limbs of a dancer, and slim ankles and feet. The dark haired woman was named Knighdare and her fair-haired sister was Dareknigh.
   Dareknigh, who was concidered to be the more dominant of the two, held Knighdare's trembling hand tightly, trying to reassure her baby sister after such an ordeal as they had just been through. A vision, their strongest, and most violent, in a long time.