Page 100 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Six

Hide and Seek

B ong!

The gong sounded. Someone had been found. Relief flooded Ava, but she was far from safe. In moments alone, she could let her guard down and acknowledge her fears. She trembled, worrying that someone had caught her in the mistress’s suite.

She clamped her hand over her mouth, to keep herself from shrieking, as someone’s hot breath tickled her neck.

“ Ava ,” a ghostly whisper made her heart skip a beat.

She bit the inside of her cheek so hard, a metallic taste flooded her mouth. The apparition’s breath sounds mixed with hers as skeletal fingers tickled her spine. Terror kept her frozen, as she waited for the tension to break.

The wardrobe door slammed so hard it didn’t remain shut. She spun around and peeked through the tiny crack, unable to see anyone in the room. Surely, if someone caught her, they wouldn’t just leave her in the hiding spot.

Several uneasy minutes passed as she waited to be dragged out of the wardrobe. Eventually, she released a shaky breath, as the adrenaline slipped from her body, leaving her exhausted. Her eyes felt heavy as her back hit the wall, and she slipped into a state of semi consciousness.

Her fears were far from forgotten, as they manifested in her dreams. Twisted, grotesque creatures surrounded her, holding ritual weapons, as she was sprawled naked on a cold stone slab.

They chanted in a language she didn’t recognize, as they carved symbols into her skin.

She screamed, until hoarse, as her skin was set ablaze.

Her blood ran in rivulets into a channel around the raised slab, creating a pentagram.

Vince’s face came into view with a twisted grin. He licked her blood off the sharp edge of the blade, slicing his tongue, causing it to become forked like a serpent. He flicked his bloody tongue at her, as horns grew out of his head, spiraling like a ram’s.

“Why are you here, Ava?”

His voice vibrated from deep in his chest as he spoke. She blinked at him, not understanding his question. He wrapped his hand around her throat and drew the dagger across her cheek. He licked the blood off her skin and tightened his grip.

“Answer me,” he snarled. “Why are you here?”

“I was invited,” she wheezed.

“We’ve been watching you, Ava,” the surrounding demons chanted.

“Vince,” she squeaked.

But it wasn’t the Vince she knew. And he hadn’t come to save her. He was there to claim her soul.

Ava jerked awake, not from the sound of the gong, but from the door opening.

She pressed her face against the crack and saw a stern-looking woman, with an eyebrow ring and a shaved head.

Creeping vine tattoos grew out of her collar and reached up the back of her neck and onto her skull.

Her attention quickly turned from the attendant, to the bound female twin she dragged into the room.

She jerked the woman’s bound hands, almost causing her to fall forward, as she led her into the firelight. Ava hadn’t noticed the gleaming silver hook that was suspended from the ceiling before. The attendant lifted the woman’s bound hands and slipped the ropes over the hook.

“Please,” her lips trembled, as the stylist cut away her jumpsuit.

“If you don’t stop blubbering, the mistress will force me to gag you or worse.

You lost, and for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.

You can cry all you want, but it won’t change things.

But I warn you, the more you cry, the more pleasure she will derive from making you scream.

It’s better to face your fate with dignity, because there is nothing more you can do. ”

The attendant lifted the shredded clothing, to wipe the tears from her captive’s cheeks before cutting away her underwear, leaving her naked and suspended. She kissed the woman before leaving the room.

Ava, who’d watched the scene unfold from her hiding spot, counted to one hundred before slipping out of the wardrobe. The twin’s eyes widened as she opened her mouth, but Ava placed her finger to her lips, motioning for her to remain silent. Tears ran down her cheeks, as she approached.

“Help me, please,” she sobbed.

“Shhh! There’s not much time.”

Ava was shorter than the woman and couldn’t reach the knotted cord. She looked around, trying to find something to give her a boost. Her eyes settled on a chest, next to the side table.

As Ava’s fingers closed around the side of the dark chest, the gong sounded. Both women went stiff and stared at each other. Ava’s eyes were apologetic as the woman’s were full of cold realization that her time had come.

“Hurry, please,” she begged.

But it was too late, as they heard voices on the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry,” Ava whispered.

“No! No!” the woman cried.

Ava hurried back to the wardrobe and slipped inside, shrinking into the shadows. Tears glistened in her eyes, as she heard mournful sobs. There was nothing she could do now that the round was officially over.

Her legs trembled, as she watched the mistress and the male twin tumble into the room, in a navy-blue corset and matching thong, with black lace garters. Her sky-high heels made her the tallest in the room. She giggled as she stroked his chest and purred into his ear seductively.

“It’s time to please your mistress while your sister watches. On your knees,” she purred, stroking his dimpled chin.

“Troy,” the female twin cried out for her brother, but he didn’t even look in her direction.

He gazed dopily at the mistress with eyes glazed over, as though he were in a trance.

He lowered to his knees, waiting patiently for the next order.

The red and white costume was gone, leaving him in black briefs and a black studded collar.

The mistress held the leash in her hands and yanked on it, forcing him onto all fours.

She grabbed his hair and guided his face to her hungry cunt.

She raised her leg and placed it over his shoulder, digging her spiked heel into his back.

He groaned as it scratched him, causing him to bleed, but he didn’t stop.

The mistress leaned over and fingered the female twin’s pussy, thrusting in time with his tongue.

“How do you like that, Taylor?” she asked.

“Do my fingers feel good inside you? Or is it watching your brother, on his knees, pleasuring another woman that makes you so fucking wet? I know you lie in bed at night touching yourself, thinking about his cock. I know you let him come inside you, hoping he would get you pregnant, so no other woman could have him.”

Taylor whimpered and pulled against her bonds.

“It’s fucking disgusting. But I also know that he strokes his cock, thinking of the way your tight pussy squeezes him. He fantasizes about you, as he fucks other women. The night you lost your virginity, he was the one who wore the mask and raped you at that party.”

“Please stop,” she begged.

“I’m going to make you watch. Or maybe I’ll gouge your eyes out. Either way, you’re going to hear him moan my name, as I take his cum deep inside me. Do you think he’d put his baby in me?”

“Bitch!” Taylor spat.

The mistress slapped her face and pushed Troy away. She pulled his underwear down, exposing his long cock, which curved up toward his belly. The mistress grasped it and made eye contact with his sister, as she sank onto it.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I see why you like it so much.”

She reached down to where they connected as she lifted her hips. Taylor turned her head, but the mistress slapped her ass.

“Keep your eyes on me,” she hissed.

The fire sparked behind Taylor, causing hot embers to pop, burning the captured girl. The mistress spanked her again, as her dramatic mewls filled the room. She rode Troy harder and faster, chasing her orgasm.

Ava covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her gasp, as she watched the gorgeous mistress transform into a disgusting creature.

Her skin turned gray and cracked, like aged stone.

Her eyes darkened and her mouth opened wide, as she groaned.

Claws grew from her fingertips and she used them to scratch down the girl’s thighs, causing blood to drip down her legs. Her tongue followed the crimson trail.

“You are delicious. I knew it would be you in my chambers the moment I saw you. Your lustful incest is a sin and through that, you will sate my hunger.”

She pinched Troy’s nose and covered his mouth with her other hand, suffocating him, as she threw her head back and cried in ecstasy. The male twin made no defensive movements, making it clear he was drugged or entranced.

“Troy!” Taylor screamed.

His body flopped like a dying fish, as he came deep within the mistress. When she pulled away, the man stared lifelessly at the ceiling.

She flicked her sleek blonde hair over her shoulder, once more appearing beautiful and youthful.

“Did you enjoy the show, Ava?” she asked as she yanked the wardrobe open.