“Down came the monster with fire in his eyes.”
The second Damien kneels again, parting my legs like a book he wrote himself.
He blows warm air against my clit.
My thighs quake.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Again,” he says.
I hesitate.
The silk tightens around my wrists.
The other leans in, whispering against my mouth:
“Say it. You’re just a little web toy, remember? Pretty legs. Pretty holes. No thoughts.”
My throat chokes on a moan.
“Please,” I whisper again. “Don’t stop.”
They don’t listen.
They start the rhyme again.
“Out came the fingers, blacker than her sin…”
Four now.
Twisting.
Stretching.
Filling.
“Tore apart her body just to crawl back in.”
I buck, crying out, but the slap that lands on my ass is so sharp I bite my own tongue.
“You don’t get to cum.”
“Not yet.”
“Not until the spider’s done playing with his doll.”
They switch places again. Or maybe they don’t. I don’t know.
One is inside me.
The other is in my mouth.
My body is full.
My mind is empty and still—they won’t let me fall.
The vibrator returns. Just light enough to make me twitch. Just cruel enough to make me clench.
