Maddy’s scheme.

Sitting at a table at the far corner of the library, Maddy made sure the coast was clear before she took out her phone and began to show you a series of images. Each of them showed a different property: a studio apartment at the other end of Silent Oaks, a modest looking townhouse that you vaguely recognised as being near Marcus and Chloe’s place, and a finally a charming farm that sat a little out of town.

“My brother owns all of these,” she explained. “They’re his little retreats where he can go to do his sick hobbies while the rest of the world looks the other way. If you want to really stick it to him, if you really want to get some good dirt…hit up one of these places.”

You studied each photo carefully. “What sort of security do they have?”

“The townhouse has CCTV, but those cameras are entirely for show. He’s paid off the neighbours to watch out for anything near his apartment,” she made a face. “ the farm has dogs.”

“Dogs?”

“Big ones,” she admitted. “But there’s probably a way around them. Give them **** food or something. There aren’t many people out there otherwise. The place only gets use maybe once a week.”

You stared at her. “What’ll be waiting for me at these places? What’s your brother hiding?”

Maddy’s face took on haunted quality. “Dark shit. Evil shit.”

“What did he do to you?”

“It wasn’t just him,” she retorted, eyes icy and hard. “Your grandfather had a part in too.”

You bared your palms. “I’m learning more and more that my grandfather wasn’t a very good man. But I didn’t know that before. It wasn’t like he was the Dark Lord Sauron 24-7. I just knew him as my mom’s weirdo father who would lecture me on my grades and complain about modern music.” You looked her straight in the eye, “he hurt you, and I’m sorry about that.”

She looked away and for a long moment was silent. “He warped me, warped my brain. There was ****, of course. The amount of coke was pretty severe, but they had power…the family power of magic. Maywood, Chapman…the others. They bent reality for me so that the only thing that mattered was sucking cock, or being stuffed completely, or eating out a juicy pussy like it was a strawberry Sunday. My brain got fried, I was addicted,” a spasm of pain crossed her face. “ and it was my fucking twin brother who let them do it to me.”

You had nothing to say. What could you say to something like that?

“But if you can hurt them,” she went on, “ then it’s all worth it. I can finally stop living in fear. Take them down, take every one last one of them down to the pits of hell where they belong.”

You leant forward, squeezed her hand. “Maddy…I can’t fix what they did, but I promise you I will do everything I can to bring them to justice.”

She nodded, collecting herself. “Thank you,” she said, “I think-” she stiffened at once and her expression grew brittle and alert, like a rabbit that had just caught whiff of a fox. Her eyes fell to where your hands touched, and your gaze followed. The ring was pulsing with life.

At once there was an effect on her, her breathing growing heavy and her skin glistening with sweat. Like addict feeling a pang of **** need she stared at you. “Goddamn it,” she hissed. “I wish…I wish I could quit this. But I’ll have to settle for a taste of your cum.”

“ Wait, Maddy what are you…”

She crawled beneath the table and reemerged kneeling beside your chair. With deft movements she freed your cock from your pants and went about inhaling it’s length. The warm wetness of her mouth sent a shiver through your body, and then the suction started.

You had to fight down your gasp of pleasure as she went to town on your dick, your eyes darting around the library hoping that no one would catch you. Over the last few weeks you had your dick sucked more than a few times, but Maddy was definitely the best. Her lips, the way she vibrated her throat around your cock flesh. It was too much, and you quickly unloaded a burst of hot cum down her throat that was quickly consumed with a pleased little groan from the woman.

She continued to coax out the last of your seed before sitting back on her ass, content and slightly in a daze. Whatever your grandfather and the cult had done to her, it was so deeply ingrained.

When she finally looked back at you, almost drunkly she said, “if you can kill my brother, I’ll let you have me. All day, every day.”