Page 52 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

Except that’s not how it works. People like me and my twin don’t get to live out their happily ever after. We’ve done so much sinning that there surely can’t be a redemption in our future. As for Zane, who knows what life holds for him? But, as he keeps running the monstrous head of that toy around and around and around Vani’s tortured clit, I think he’s just as cursed as the rest of us.

We’re all heading in a fast-track elevator right down to the place that’s hot. Factor fifty sunscreen isn’t going to cut it where we’re going. And the thing is, I want to take her with us. I want her to burn too. If we must, why shouldn’t she?

What else will she do, anyway? After this. After the intensity and the depravity of it all. Does she think she will marry some white-collar guy, push out a couple of kids, and have a white picket fence and maybe a Labrador? That’s not going to scratch the itch for her. Not after what we’ve done in this house. No, this will ruin her too. That way she’ll be ours forever.

Zane splits her pussy lips with the head of the toy and pushes it into her tight hole, gently at first. She cries out as if in pain, or maybe pleasure, or perhaps both, and her fingers grip her knees. Her pussy fucking flutters around the toy, and I watch, rapt as she takes it, her wetness easing the way. She’s so stretched around it, she’s panting more than when she had my cock up her ass.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, curious.

“It’s too much,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck, I can’t.”

Zane says nothing, but he gently rubs her clit, and she moans as she rocks back on her ass a little, inadvertently giving me an ever better view of her pussy. Zane is slightly positioned to one side of her, and I can clearly watch what he’s doing.

Zane keeps working it in and out of her. The sounds in the room are depraved as the wet squelching fills the air. I can smell her arousal, and it’s making me feel like an animal in heat. I want to pull that thing out of her, throw it to one side, and mount her like some sort of beast as I rut into her.

Her toes begin to curl and uncurl as her thighs tremble. I let a small, low growl, the sound torn from my throat as a warning to Zane that she’s about to break all the rules and come.

He shakes his head and raises a hand as he wags a finger in front of her, side to side.

No, no, no.

He stops moving the toy, and she squeezes her eyes closed as she whimpers in desperation.

“I swear to God, I’ve told you everything,” she says. “Please let me come. I need it.”

Zane slides the toy out of her, and she gives a cry of frustration. He gets to his knees, and, because of his height, his groin is lined up perfectly with her mouth. He takes hold of his hard cock and pushes it against her lips. She looks at him with beseeching eyes and doesn’t open her mouth. He pushes his fingers in and opens it with force, before sliding his thick length inside.

He grips her hair and angles her head the way he wants it and goes to work. I’m so jealous of him at this moment, even though I have no right to be after what happened earlier. He uses her mouth until tears are streaming down her face, and with a silent groan, he climaxes. He pulls out halfway through and aims the rest of it over her chin, chest, and throat.

He drops back to his haunches as if in a daze. Panting, he stares at his handiwork. He grins to himself and then leans in and kisses the top of her head, in a gesture that is both oddly sensitive but also condescending. He gestures to Saint and signsyour turn.

My twin stalks over to her, naked as the day he was born, and stands beside her. He must have gotten fully undressed while we were all playing. He looks down at her as if wondering what to do with her next.

“Shall we both try to fit inside, now that she’s nice and stretched from Zane’s toy?” His gaze meets mine.

The idea is so forbidden it takes my breath away. Of course, we’ve had women together before, but not like that. I’ll be able to feel his cock up against mine, and that’s just freaky. He must sense my hesitation, because he merely shrugs.

“That’s okay, I can do that bit with Zane, if you’d prefer. Anyway, we don’t want to break her, do we? You can’t play with your toy once it’s broken.”

Saint stands over her, working his cock with his fist.

“I think I’ll just come all over your tits,” he tells her. “After all, they’re my favorite thing about you.”

The hurt that flashes in her eyes has me wanting to offer my usual comfort, but Saint shoots me a warning glance, and I keep my mouth shut. This is his turn now. Normally, I’d get to make her feel better afterward, but that’s not the plan for tonight. She’s still here because she thinks she’s going to get something out of this, but she isn’t. If she doesn’t tell us the truth, then she walks away from here emptyhanded.

“Then again,” Saint says, “maybe I’ll just fuck you.”

Saint makes surprisingly quick work of rearranging the rope and I realize he must have watched me do my work closely these past years. Then he’s turning her so she’s on all fours once more. “I’d rather look at your plump ass than your face.”

He trails his fingers through her folds and smiles. “I was going to use some lube, but you’re already wet enough to take me again. You’re such a needy little whore.”

He brings his hand down against her ass hard enough for the crack to ring out in the room. She yells and twists to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes blazing.

“Tell us the truth,” he demands.

Crack, he hits the other side with the flat of his palm.

“I have,” she insists.

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