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A Lesson Better Left Unlearned
Part Two
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2009)
Thoughts? Encouragement? Email me at Razor7826@hotmail.com. I’m always interested in hearing from my readers. This story in no way reflects the views of the author. It is intended for the eyes of legal adults only. Any resemblance to persons real or imagined is entirely coincidental.
It was fun while it lasted.
The first week was a near unending orgy of vengeance against Robert and his lover Korin. Livia savored every moment of their tears and cries
“I’m sorry, Livia!”
“He said things were over between you two, I swear!”
She didn’t believe either of their protests, but she appreciated their absolute relentless to escape their deserved fate. Through the whippings, wax play, ravishment, they never ceased to come up with new excuses.
“We won’t tell anyone!”
“Just let her go, please!”
Robert’s cries only deepened the wound of his rejection. He would have never said anything so selfless for Livia’s sake. No matter how hard she tried, she could never attain that special place in a man’s heart to be held and protected forever. Livia’s only appeal was a sultry lasciviousness, and never had she allowed a relationship to go on long enough for her to be the dumped.
After the first night, the captives were transferred to the twins’ place, for Livia knew there would be an investigation. She had no problems lying to police, and did so convincingly. They did a brief inspection of her house, found nothing, and moved on, believing Livia’s notion that they had ran off together.
Not for a single moment did the horrifying crimes faze Livia Olivier.
The twins ‘took care’ of them, they said. Livia didn’t know exactly what they meant, but she suspected that they hawked them onto some of their shadier friends. The mere thought of her former boyfriend and his whore of a mistress spending the rest of their days in some filthy basement in the ghetto made her wet. Or better still, trained slaves in some rich couple’s dungeon. Either would be a fitting life for those who crossed her.
She didn’t care, either way. If the twins profited, it was fine by her, and if they were dead, it was only a slight waste of potential. From the moment Robert and Korin crossed Livia Olivier, their lives became meaningless.
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The next few months passed without the slightest hint of danger. Without Robert around, Livia turned to anybody she could find to sate her desires. Dozens of random men got what they wanted, and so did she.
It never crossed her mind that, maybe, she was getting taken advantage of. There was a lesson waiting to be learned.
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The twins arrived unannounced one Saturday night, just as Livia was putting on black lipstick. She found it to be a great way to draw attention and flirtations.
“What are you two doing here?” she asked as they stood at her doorstep. “I’m on my way out for the evening.” It was after nine o’clock, and her growing lust was already clouding her thoughts.
“No, I don’t think you are.” Jake stopped forward and batted the door back with his right arm.
Livia stumbled backwards, stunned. “What?”
Hank followed behind his twin brother. “We’re taking back something that once belonged to us.” The door slipped shut behind him, and he slid the deadbolt in to place.
It had been years since their house of three had ended, and not a single blip of remorse had been shown among them. Livia never noticed their glares, believing the era to true be forgotten. But now they moved with determined lust in her eyes.
She had to escape, no matter what it took. Her feet barely touched the ground as she fled for the back door.
It was locked, and the time spent fumbling with its mechanism was enough for the twins to catch her.
“There’s no breaking up with us this, time Livia.” Jake grabbed her by her waist and threw her to the floor.
Hank pounced on his brother’s prey, grabbing each of her wrists and hoisting her just slightly off the ground.
Before she realized precisely what was happening, Jake’s pants her off, and his stiffening cock stared at her. Her short black skirt and fish net stockings offered no protection.
For the briefest moment, she wished she had worn panties, if only to delay his attack by just a few more seconds. With her thighs held tightly beneath Jake’s arms, her own descent into hell began.
She wasn’t ready. Though they had made loved thousands of times, it had always been on her terms, whenever she was ready. She wished she could unclench her muscle, slacken her body, and wet herself, anything to make the hurting stop
But that wasn’t what the twins wanted, and she knew it. They wanted to cause her pain. “Why?” she asked, but they only smiled and laughed. Hank pulled one way, and Jake the other. She was defenseless to their ravishments with her body stretched to its limits.
He spared no mercy in his attack. He rammed his cock in hard and deep
Tears welled in her eyes. “Why? How could you do this to me?!”
His warmth emptied inside of her, and the other twin took his place. She still resisted, but it was only a token defense, her body growing too weak to be useful.
The inexplicable abuse continued. Livia Olivier, the cruel and heartless bitch that raped and sold her former lover, had no choice but to suffer the same indignation and disgrace at the hands of her own former lovers. Years ago, soon after her parents died and left her a sizeable inheritance, she let the twins move in with her.
It was meant to be a temporary stay at first, but weeks turned into months of unending fucking, their cocks the only thing that could fill the holes in her soul. But just like everything else in her life, she grew bored and cut them off.
But now they were back, taking back what was once theirs with no sign of gentleness or mercy
Sometime after the fourth fucking, she realized something unusual about their behavior. The twins had never been so vigorous before. Though perverted, they almost never had sex less than hours apart.
Drugs. It must have been drugs. They had gloated before in the past about having connections. That’s what it was. Their thoughts were clouded. Eventually they would come to their sense and free her. She was certain of it.
But their attitudes didn’t change. They attacked her with sadistic glee, filling her holes in tandem with smiles, offering not the slightest hint of why they were raping her other than to see her suffer. What pleasure could they get from shoving their dicks in her mouth? She barely moved a muscle as they pushed her head back and forth.
Hours passed. Cum caked her cheeks and thighs and the strength to fight back had long since been torn from her.
A moment’s rest came, neither twin ready to take a place between her legs.
“So are you done?” Hank asked.
“For now,” Jake answered.
“Let’s get her ready for bed, then.”
The twins picked her up from the sweaty and sticky kitchen floor and carried her up to her bedroom.
“Let me go…”
“Not just yet.”
They laid her to rest on her king-sized bed and dug up a pair of bondage cuffs from beneath it. They locked them tightly around each of her wrists and chained them to corner bed posts.
“Please…”
Hank laughed and looked to his brother. “Should we tell her?”
“Let’s.”
Hank crawled into bed beside Livia and placed his left hand across atop her sore and swollen left breast. He stroked it gently while he delivered news of her fate. “We left some… presents with an associate of ours. Evidence. If we go missing or end up dead, they have orders to open it up, and what they find…
“… would be quite horrible for you.”
She understood immediately what they intended. It was blackmail. If she spoke up about her own rape, she would go to prison for the ones she committed. She closed her eyes, and mustered what little strength she could. “Then why don’t I just go to the police right now? You’re the ones that actually got rid of them. That’s far worse in the eyes of the law.”
Jake stood tall and flexed his muscles. “I think we can take care of ourselves in prison. But you?” He chuckled. “You’re going to get torn apart, either by prisoners or horny guards.”
Their words rang true. Her blood ran cold as their treacherous bondage encircled her soul. She was caught, and there was little hope. Their words and schemes were the product of sound minds, not addled by drugs like she had hoped.
Did they plan this from the very beginning? Thinking back, they always seemed eager to help in Livia’s schemes. They assisted in the kidnapping, abusing the victims, and disposing of them when they were finished. Had they been collecting evidence the entire time, to reclaim Livia’s body as their property?
The sadism that they demonstrated would not fade like a brief high. It would be permanent.
“We’re moving in. The good old days are back to stay, Livia.”
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