Chapter 2: Twin Bitches
The harsh glare of the laptop screen was the only light in Marcus’s room, painting the cluttered space in cold, blue tones. He was typing frantically, trying to corral his panic into something resembling a project outline. The empty dinner plate sat on the edge of his desk, a greasy monument to the meal he couldn’t stomach. Downstairs, he could hear the low murmur of the TV, his parents pretending everything was normal.
The door creaked open without a knock.
He spun in his chair, heart jackhammering. It wasn’t Dana. Not yet.
Raven and Rose entered, but not on their feet. They were on all fours, a slow, synchronized crawl that made the floorboards groan. Their black lace skirts were hitched up, the massive, pale globes of their asses swallowing the fabric, jiggling with each forward movement. Their breath came in soft, audible pants.
“Marcus,” Raven whispered, her voice a low hum.
“Not a good time,” Rose finished, tilting her head like a curious dog. Their identical, kohl-rimmed eyes were fixed not on him, but on the space behind him.
He followed their gaze. Dana leaned in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, arms crossed. She’d taken off her boots. Her smile was a predator’s grin in the neon glow of an X-Wing poster.
“Told you I was coming to work,” she said, her voice a gravelly purr. “Didn’t say I was coming alone.”
“Now’s really not a good time to be… pets,” Marcus stammered, his voice cracking.
The twins ignored him completely. They slithered past his chair, their movements a practiced, animalistic roll of hips and shoulders. They stopped at Dana’s feet, nuzzling the air near her calves. The cloying, musky scent of her, even stronger now, seemed to intoxicate them.
“Smells like alpha,” Raven moaned, rubbing her cheek against Dana’s shin.
“Like real ownership,” Rose agreed, her tongue darting out to lick the air.
Dana threw her head back and laughed, a sharp, barking sound. “Jesus. You two are fucking perfect.” She uncrossed her arms and brought her hand down in a swift, hard arc.
SMACK.
The crack of her palm on Raven’s offered ass-cheek was obscenely loud in the small room. The pale flesh jiggled violently, a red handprint blooming instantly. Raven yelped, a sound that melted into a throaty groan. Rose whined, pushing her own rear up higher, begging for the same.
Dana obliged, spanking Rose with equal force. Then she began petting them in earnest—not gentle strokes, but rough, possessive gropes. Her big hands sank into the absurd, soft fat of their asses, squeezing and kneading like dough. She hiked up the back of their tops, revealing the pale expanse of their backs, before sliding her hands around to the front.
Her fingers found the sheer fabric of their black tops and dove underneath. Marcus watched, frozen, as the fabric distorted, stretched to its limits by Dana’s furious fondling. She was mauling them, pulling and squeezing the immense weight of their tits, her knuckles white with force. The twins pressed into her hands, mewling, their gloss-smeared lips parted.
“You like that, you fat-titted goth fuckdolls?” Dana grunted, her breath coming heavier.
“Yes, Alpha,” they gasped in unison.
One hand left Raven’s breast and yanked down the front of her skirt and panties. The other did the same to Rose. Dana didn’t bother with preamble. She shoved two fingers from each hand into the twins, her arms working in a brutal, pistoning rhythm. The wet, squelching sounds were immediate and deafening, cutting through the hum of the computer. The twins collapsed onto their elbows, their asses in the air, pushing back against the invasive fingers with desperate, needy jerks.
“Whose nasty cunts are these?” Dana demanded, fucking them with her hands.
“Yours!” Raven cried out.
“Yours, Alpha, please!” Rose sobbed, mascara starting to streak.
Dana withdrew her glistening fingers with a pop. She grabbed a handful of their black hair each, and yanked their faces up toward the prominent, soft bulge in her pink shorts. The thick outline of her floppy cock was unmistakable, the heavy weight of her balls a dark shadow beneath.
“Get a good smell, bitches. That’s your new god.”
The twins inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, a shudder of pure ecstasy running through them both. They moaned, long and low, their bodies quivering.
“Marcus,” Dana said, her eyes locking onto his over their heads. Her gaze was iron. “Watch this. Watch what happens to sissies who bring me homework.”
She pushed the twins’ faces into her crotch, grinding their noses and mouths against the damp fabric. They slobbered instantly, dark stains spreading on the pink cotton. With her other hand, she tugged the waistband of her shorts and her panties down just enough. Her cock sprung free, not fully hard but already a monstrous, thick handful of veined flesh, the blunt head leaking a clear string of pre-cum. The smell that rolled off it was pungent, deeply animal—sweat, salt, and raw musk.
She didn’t guide it. She just shoved Raven’s face onto it first, using her grip on the girl’s hair to force her mouth over the crown. Raven gagged, her eyes watering, but she took it, her lips stretching obscenely. Dana began to thrust, short and brutal, using Raven’s mouth like a fleshlight. After a few strokes, she pulled out, a rope of spit and pre-cum connecting Raven’s lips to the glistening shaft, and shoved Rose onto it.
Back and forth. It was methodical, degrading. Face-fucking them in turn. Their makeup was destroyed in minutes—black streaks down their cheeks, lipstick smeared across their chins and Dana’s cock. Gagging sounds filled the room, wet and choked. Spit and bile dripped onto the carpet. They clutched at Dana’s thick thighs, not to push her away, but to hold on, their bodies convulsing with each thrust.
Dana’s breathing hitched. Her hips stuttered. “Gonna feed you both,” she snarled. She shoved Raven down to the root, holding her there as her body tightened. With a grunt that was almost a roar, she pulled out and aimed at Rose’s open, waiting mouth.
The first thick, viscous rope of cum shot across Rose’s tongue, painting the back of her throat. The next pulse, thicker, white and pearlescent, splashed across her nose and cheeks. Dana swung back to Raven, who was panting, mouth wide, and discharged the rest directly into her gullet, a flood of it overflowing her lips and dripping down her neck.
The twins swallowed greedily, licking at the mess on their faces and each other’s. They were trembling, their eyes glazed.
“Thank you, Alpha,” Raven gasped, her voice ruined.
“Thank you for the meal,” Rose echoed, nuzzling Dana’s sticky thigh.
Dana tucked her softening dick away, wiped her hands on Raven’s hair, and took a step back. She looked down at the panting, ruined girls with sheer possessive satisfaction.
“Now get out of here. Go crawl back to your cave.”
They obeyed instantly, scrambling backward on hands and knees, leaving smears on the carpet. At the door, they both shuddered violently, and twin dark patches of moisture bloomed through the black lace at their crotches, dripping onto the floor. They didn’t seem to notice, disappearing into the dark hallway with quiet, whimpering sighs.
The room was silent except for the frantic buzzing of the laptop fan and Marcus’s shallow, ragged breaths. The air was thick with the smells of sex, sweat, vomit, and Dana’s overwhelming musk.
Dana turned to him. She was flushed, a sheen of sweat on her upper lip. She leaned over his desk, her shadow swallowing him and his unfinished work. Her smile was easy, victorious.
“See?” she said, her voice hoarse. “Teamwork.” She picked up his project notes, glanced at them, and dropped them back onto the keyboard. “You finish the slides. I just handled motivation. We’re gonna get an A.”
She patted his clammy cheek, her fingers sticky, and walked out, leaving his door wide open. Marcus sat in the neon-lit silence, the violent, wet sounds echoing in his skull, the phantom stench filling his lungs. He looked at the open document on his screen. The cursor blinked, a tiny, meaningless pulse of light in the overwhelming dark.