Evil Unleashed

The House did not ease up.

The pale fluid already buried in Violet’s cunt thickened and forced a second cold length alongside the first, stretching her open with brutal, sudden pressure until both ruts of the double penetration sat heavy and deep inside her. At the same moment the black dildo in her mouth drove forward without mercy.

It kept going.

Past the point where any ordinary throat could take it. Past the resistance of her gagging, convulsing muscles. The thick shaft disappeared between her lips inch by inch until only the very base remained visible. The contoured shape of it stood out in stark relief down the front of her throat, a long, obscene ridge that continued lower, clearly visible beneath the skin of her upper chest where the head had forced its way into her esophagus. Every brutal thrust made the outline shift and bulge under her flesh.

Violet’s eyes streamed. Spit and bile ran down her chin in thick ropes. She could not breathe around the blockage. The House did not care. It fucked her throat with the same relentless rhythm it used on her overstretched cunt, the two ends of the assault working in opposite directions so she was never empty, never given a second to recover.

Each time the dildo bottomed out in her chest the visible contour strained against her skin. Each time the pale lengths slammed into her cunt a fresh wave of forced, sickening pleasure ripped through her and translated directly into fresh agony for Ben upstairs. His screams had gone hoarse and continuous.

Moira watched from the wall with wide, dark eyes, one hand pressed to her own mouth. Even she looked shaken by the sheer viciousness of it.

The House wore Vivien’s face in a rictus of delight.

“Deeper,” it said, and the dildo obeyed, pushing until the outline in Violet’s throat and chest stood out like a second spine. “You do not get to refuse the house. You only get to suffer for trying.”

Violet’s vision tunneled. Her body jerked and convulsed around the twin violations. The next orgasm was torn out of her anyway, violent and unwanted, and Ben’s answering shriek of pain rattled the floorboards above.

The House kept thrusting.

It had no intention of stopping until she understood exactly how little her refusal mattered.