Page 64 of Twice as Twisted

“I love it when you beg for me,” I growl, fucking her slow and deep, not sparing her the last inch that makes her sob loud enough to drown the sounds from the basement. After I cum, I pull out and go down on her, and then I slide up and bury myself in her again.

By now, the drugs have taken over completely, and we’re both in wonderland. She’s so fucked up her pupils are blown wide open, and she doesn’t protest anymore. I fuck her pussy, and her ass, and her mouth, until I can’t tell one from the other. Until she’s not Mabel, and I’m not Duke, and sometimes we’re not even human.

We’re lions tearing apart the bed in our mating frenzy. Then I’m back, and I’m fucking that girl in the room in our Fifth Avenue apartment while Dad watches, telling me how to make her wet, make her cum. I’m Dad, pushing his son aside and licking her pussy, showing him how it’s done. I’m Baron, watching. I’m Baron in the basement, fucking Jane’s guts out through a hole he carved in her abdomen. I’m Jane, begging him to take my ass instead. I’m Colt, walking into the basement, seeing what’s happening. I’m Duke, standing over Colt while he kneels, choking on my cock until I cum down his throat. I’m Colt, his fist in my hair and his dick in my ass, slamming into me under the treehouse in their grandfather’s backyard. I’m Mabel, taking my place under that tree, taking her brother’s pierced cock in her ass until she screams for mercy. I’m Mabel, her sore pussy stretched around both me and Baron, screaming and sobbing and begging us to let her go. I’m myself, giving her mercy and sliding into her ass instead. I’m Olive, climbing into my lap—

Not that one.

I’m Mabel, climbing onto my lap, riding me now. I’m Duke, coming, and coming, and coming.

Coming undone.

Undone.

Coming down. Everything hurts.

I’m so tired I can’t think.

I can’t sleep.

My dick feels like it’s going to fall off. I’m sticky and I want to peel my skin off, scratch it off. The smell of our bodies covered in cum makes me gag, but Mabel takes the shower before I can get up. I drag myself after her. I’m hard again, and it hurts so bad we’re both hiccupping with sobs when we fuck again, against the wall where the blood ran down earlier. It runsdown from her ass this time, and I kneel and bend her over and drink it. It’s salty and mixed with cum.

I vomit into the toilet.

When she gets out, Mabel’s shaking and alternately grinding her teeth and chattering, but she wants to change the sheets. I didn’t know people did that. My sheets were just always clean, fresh when I got home from school, like magic.

The magic is gone. Wonderland has gone dark.

I can’t sleep.

Mabel is moaning softly beside me through clenched teeth, her fists shoved into her eye sockets. I writhe on the clean sheets beside her, starting to sweat. Mabel keeps asking what’s happening. She asks me what’s wrong with her, what I did to her, begs me to make it go away.

I can’t. I can’t do anything for her now. I probably should have only given her one. I want to fuck again but I’m too strung out. I yell at the ceiling and into the pillows. I’m shivering. I curl into the fetal position and wait out the misery. Mabel writhes. She whimpers and shakes and pulls a pillow over her head. I cover us in blankets and wrap myself around her, locking her in my arms.

She’s mine now. She’ll never leave again. I won’t let her. She’ll remember how to love me. She did it before, so she can do it again. We’ll keep her until she does, no matter how long it takes. She’s back where she belongs. So am I.

I sleep.

fourteen

Baron Dolce

Jane’s eyes widen when I come down the stairs with the rubber bag in one hand. She shakes her head and scrambles away until she meets the cement wall. “Please,” she whimpers.

I chuckle and stroll over. “You’ve learned to beg so well,” I say, running my hand over the shaven top of her head. The inch of hair isn’t bristly but soft, and her eyes look huge with her hair out of the way. “But you sing even prettier, little birdie. Now turn around and open your ass for me.”

Slowly, she rotates on her knees on the concrete floor. Disgust rises in me before she even bends, lying her chest on the ground and spreading her ass cheeks. She’s too pathetic, too easy. Too obedient. I taught her that, broke her until she doesn’t dare defy me. But now that I’ve had a taste of Mabel for a few days, now that I’ve been challenged, I can hardly bear to look at Jane’s prostrate form. I’m both bored and revolted by her. She’s a repulsive, pathetic thing that doesn’t deserve to live. The urge to kick her over and stomp her into the ground until she stops breathing takes hold.

I shove the plug into her ass roughly, then squeeze the enema bottle. The water pushes air bubbles into her, and she moans in pain. I squeeze harder, forcing the cold water in faster, and she lets out a strangled groan, wrapping an arm around her stomach. She’s cramping already.

I’m fucking bored. There’s no fun in her anymore, now that I have Mabel right here under my roof. Jane is nothing but a liability. I squeeze harder, forcing the water into her faster.

“Please,” she chokes out, clutching her cramping stomach. She writhes, falling sideways, and the nozzle pops free of her. Water and air rush out her anus, and she lies in a puddle of her own expulsion, shuddering with sobs. Disgusting.

“Worthless whore,” I say, stomping over to get my tools.

I find a spreader bar and slap her side with it until she opens her eyes and takes it.

“Get up,” I order. “Put this around your knees.”

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