Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
So tonight, everything is ready for Tallulah's final test. It will be in the dungeons of the house, because they're the scariest place I can put her. And maybe she'll finally recognize it as the place she spent her solitary confinement in weeks ago.
She's been placed in there already, handcuffed to the railings in the dungeons, her body bare, blindfolded as always. All that's left to do is for me to walk in there and play the role of Xander one last time before I can finally reveal to Tallulah it's been me all along torturing her.
The door to the dungeons opens with a creak and I walk in, the heavy thumps of my boots surprising Tallulah. She jumps up, stirring awake in her chains, desperately scrambling to get away from me.
"You already know tonight's going to be special, don't you, Tallulah?" I ask her in the deep growly voice that is so like my brother's, she could never tell the difference. "Are you excited?"
She shakes her head and she's already crying. It's amazing to me how fast she broke for me. That all it took was this one little mind game to fuck her up this badly. But I'm nowhere near done yet. My torture has only just begun.
I approach her and snap a pair of silver clamps in place over her nipples. Another pair goes on her pussy, opening her pussy lips for me. I add little weights to the clamps. Each one a few tens of grams. Nothing much, but for her, it will be torture. By the time I'm done, she's already whimpering for more, her nipples struggling with the weight of her clamps. She cries out, already frustrated with what I'm doing to her.
"We're going to talk about my brother today," I tell her. "We're going to test your loyalty to Xavier. Because I want to find out once and for all... Which one of us do you prefer? What would you say, Tallulah? Which one of us do you like better?"
I laugh cruelly as she whimpers for mercy that I'm not about to give her.
"You don't want to answer me?" I roar as I smack her cheek with my left hand while the right plays with her nipple.
She cries out again in despair, but I know it's desperation deep down. I know just how needy she is to feel me inside her again, never knowing it was me all along and not my brother who's been putting his dick inside her.
"Let me tell you a few things about Xavier and myself," I tell her as I continue my assault on her withering body. "You want to know what he did to me, Tallulah? He forced me to fight in a ring. A ring made for killers, people who would spill each other's blood just for the fun of it, to trade bets, to make money. He made me go up against him when I was twelve years old. Twelve, Tallulah. But you think that's the worst thing? No, he made me fight other boys before. I think I killed one of them. I was so young, I didn't even register it."
I can see the impact of my words on Tallulah, who's starting to sob uncontrollably imagining all these things. I know it's killing her to hear about the things I put Xander through. Plus, she thinks she's hearing it from him. Not me. The mind games we're playing are taking a toll on me, too, as I slip between the roles of myself and my brother so seamlessly.
I'm starting to forget which one I really am.
"You still love him?"
She shakes her head.
She's so eager to get away, but with nowhere to go. She's trapped. My little bait.
She doesn't answer, which means I haven't broken her enough yet. I add a massage wand to my torture.
I hold it against her engorged clit and wait for her to beg.
"Maybe I'll let you have your first orgasm with me tonight," I whisper in her ear. "Maybe I'll finally let you come if you tell me the truth. Remember what I told you just now, Tallulah, okay? It could save you a world of suffering."
She shakes her head weakly but I can tell her resolve hasn't weakened yet. I'll just have to keep going until it does.
Next, I start slapping her, all the while continuing my assault with the massage wand. My slaps go everywhere and my palms hit hard, knocking all the sense out of her. I hit her on the cheeks, on her ass, all over her bruised up tits. I don't even spare her pussy, raining slaps against her skin as she struggles to get away from me.
"You'll never escape me," I tell her darkly. "There is no way out of here. Just this one small chance I'm offering you, for you to tell me who you truly love. Who you truly belong to. Whose property you are. Maybe if you tell me the truth, I'll let you go."