Page 65 of The Vipers and Their Venom

Why did my father think it was a good idea to make a healthy young woman live like a virtual nun? Surely, he must have known that the minute I got out into the wider world I’d be as horny as hell.

Pumping my arms, I increase my pace and veer right. My lungs are tight, and my throat seems to have narrowed to a whistle. I’m not built for running, and I desperately want to stop and catch my breath. I’m worried my calves are going to cramp, and I’ll have no choice but to stop.

Are they coming after me now?

I wonder where everyone is. Where are all the other members of our house who are running today? Have they all finished already? I suddenly feel as though I’m the only person left in these woods, and the sensation leaves me vulnerable.

Ahead, a building appears through the trees, some kind of tall construction made of brick. It reaches into the sky, and, at the top, there is a circular structure. What it is dawns on me—an old water tower. If I can hide in there for, say, five minutes, I reckon they’ll pass by and keep on going.

I push open the heavy wooden door and stop on the threshold. I didn’t know what I’d expected to find in here, but it isn’t this. Where I’d anticipated entering a dilapidated, abandoned building, this place seems to have been converted into a living space. There’s a small kitchen that’s partitioned off from a rugged area containing a couch and a coffee table. At the far end of the room, with a kind of oriental style folding partition, is a large, metal-framed bed pushed up against the far wall which appears to be made up with black silk sheets. There’s a strange atmosphere in here, though, almost gothic. There are half-melted candles everywhere and strange drawingson the walls. They remind me of cave drawings you see on documentaries. I stare at them in fascination, wondering what the hell I’ve just stumbled into.

The breaking of a twig cracks behind me.

I whirl around, realizing too late that I didn’t shut the door.

Saint and Lex stand in the doorway.

Saint laughs. “Oh, Venom. This is not a safe place to hide out. Don’t you know who uses this place?”

I shake my head.

“Best you never find out.” He looks around. “Still, they aren’t here now, and their house isn’t running today, so they’re not allowed on the grounds while it is happening. And this is nice and private.”

“Isn’t it just?” Lex says with a grin.

I’m breathing hard, and Saint stares at my chest. “You look like you need cooling down.”

He uncaps his bottle and pours the water all over my front. My shirt instantly goes see-through, and the water soaks through to my sports bra. It clings to my hard nipples, and I gasp in shock at the cold.

“Is that better?” he asks. “Your nipples look cold now, though. I can see them even through the layers. I’d better warm them up.”

Lex moves behind me and grabs my arms so quickly I don’t have time to react. He fists both my wrists in one of his hands and uses the other to reach beneath my top and ping open the back of my sports bra.

“Hey!” I protest, trying to yank my arms out of his grip, but he pays me no attention.

Saint finishes the work his brother started and pulls my bra down underneath my shirt. It frees my breasts and hangs from my arms. Saint bends his head, and, over the material of my shirt, he sucks a nipple hard and grazes it with his teeth.The heat of his mouth after the cold of the water is a sensory overload, and I find myself pushing my breast against his face even as I want to slap him. He groans and suckles harder, making my womb pull.

He palms my other breast and pushes them together, sucking my other nipple then going back to this one, making the material of my shirt even wetter with his saliva.

Zane arrives, joining the fun. He stares at me. His face is serious, unlike Saint, who is grinning at his work.

“You look like a pornographic picture,” Saint says. “Wet nipples, and wet pussy, both showing through your clothes. Bet your clit is all swollen.” He looks over my shoulder at his brother. “Shall we see?”

Lex whispers against my ear. “You have to show us all how turned on you are now. That’s the price for getting caught.”

He lets go of my arms and yanks down my shorts.

Saint sneers. “Why the big panties, Venom? To contain your ass?”

I react without thinking, my palm lashing out and making contact with his cheek. We all freeze, and I catch my breath. How the fuck is Saint going to react to me slapping him? For a moment, I think he’s going to slap me right back, but then he bursts out laughing.

“If I don’t get slapped at least once, I’m not doing my job right.” He looks over my shoulder again to Lex. “Pull her panties down.”

I gasp and wriggle between them as they roll my underwear down my thighs. It pools at my feet, and Saint stoops to yank my clothing away.

He stays crouched, and stares at my pussy, frowning. “I can’t tell how wet she is. Lex, part her pussy lips.”

From behind me, Lex reaches around and pulls my pussy lips up, parting them, and showing me off to the two men staring atme ravenously. This is absolutely depraved, and I know I ought to stop this right now, but my clit is hammering, and my core is clenching around nothing, and I swear I’m having a mini orgasm just from them looking at me this way.

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