Two Vipers, One Sparrow

A sudden flash of terror-laced clarity accompanied the entrance of this unknown man. She moved to lift her head, but a foot pressed down on the back of her neck, pinning her there. In that moment, her awareness of her own soiled body burned away everything else. Her torn pants discarded around her calves, her fluttering, drooling asshole, her limp limbs defeated and unmoving on the ground.

Her sluggish thoughts circled back to the people who'd attended the event, trying to connect the voice with one of the faces, but none fit the deep baritone this man possessed.

Libby tried to turn her head, but only caught a flash of smooth, porcelain skin and shockingly white hair before her head was firmly positioned forward, her forehead pressed to the floor.

This time, she didn't bother to move. These were two men, and there was no way she could overpower either of them, let alone both. Maybe if she remained docile, they would spare her. If it meant it would be over faster, then she would lie here and let this man use her until he was done.

"Come here, love," the new man said, pulling her so that she was on her side and he was spooned against her. His hands were kind, his words were soft, but his cock was painfully hard at her back and stabbed against the base of her spine.

His fingers came between her legs, trailing through the previous man's ejaculate. "Ah, yes. Truly, you are perfect," he said as he spread it around the swollen ring of flesh. "You're already so eager for me."

Realizing this man intended to take her in the same hole as the last, aimed to debase her even further, made a hollowness open up inside her that threatened to swallow her whole.

"I wish I could be more gentle, but if I'm not inside you in the next few seconds, I'm going to go absolutely feral, and neither of us wants that to happen your first time with me."

With the other man's cum to ease his path, he lined himself up with her back entrance and pushed himself inside. Speckles floated in her vision, her body shuddering as his impossibly thick cock thrust into her.

Even though she'd taken the man he'd called Galen earlier, her ass had already tightened up again, and his cock made her feel as terrible and as miserable as the first one had. The wet sounds of the man's egress punctuated each thrust, and she felt streams of warm fluid drip down the lips of her disregarded pussy and leak down her inner thighs.

Once he was fully seated, he began to move inside her slowly. He took his time, not bothering to increase his speed. With his arms still wrapped around her, he'd maneuvered them so that most of her body was off the ground and halfway on top of him. He cradled her against him in the crook of his arms, and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, intermittently placing a tender kiss at her temple, along her neck.

A sound caught between abject fear and confusion escaped her lips. The contradiction between what he was doing and how he was touching her sent spliced signals to her brain, leaving her with a noxious turmoil that made it impossible to think straight.

The man was taking her as if he were a lover. As if this meant something to him.

Her skin crawled in revulsion when he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder in the same spot the last man had sank his teeth. She couldn't see where Galen had gone, could only see about ten steps in any direction through the dim stacks.

His fingers trailed down her belly before they slid into her delicate folds. Libby cringed, waiting for him to mercilessly **** her sore bundle of nerves.

He started stroking her there. Tenderly. Expertly.

"Unlike Galen, I prefer to teach with pleasure," he said, rolling his hips as he pushed back into her. She winced, but the pain had begun to edge into something even more horrific, something that made her heart slam harder in her chest and shock roll through her body.

"Yes, that's it," he encouraged. "Let it happen. It's not your fault that you're weaker, nor is it shameful to be conquered by me."

A single fingertip teased her nub, and he rubbed her as slowly as he fucked her, each thrust languorous and sensual.

"Galen was right about one thing, however. You ruined this pretty little cunt for us. After what you did, all it deserves is my fingers, and that's all you'll ever get from me."

Libby's face was bright red, her breaths starting to come in hiccupping gasps. She felt a strange heat starting to build in her core. She shook her head, trying to reject whatever it was, to pretend that she was anywhere else but here.

"You were meant to be ours. Ever since we found you and decided to protect you, we made sure no one could get too close. But then you met that inferior swine and let him fuck you, you filthy girl."

She shuddered, both in disgust and from an unwanted ache building inside her core. No, it wasn't possible. What was wrong with her? How could she?

She furiously shook her head, which only served to slow the man's movements even more. "Shh. Be a good girl for me. I want you to come on my cock. If you don't…" he paused his thrusts, "then I can drag this out for as long as it needs to take."

The unknown man unfastened the gag from around her mouth, and she sucked in deep breaths of cool air. The finger at her clit started tracing slow circles, teasing her towards an edge she didn't want to fall over.

This was sick. These men were sick and wrong, and evil.

"You'll come to learn that I'm a patient man, my dear."

Libby was shaking, her body swarming with a toxic blast of pleasure as he flicked his fingers, his cock continuing its slow pace.

"I know, I know," he cooed, "you don't want this. I'm sorry, I know." He hummed gently, calmly, as if he didn't have his cock buried to the hilt inside a woman he was actively ****. "Your sweet submission makes me want to be rough with you. To show you that I can be much, much worse than Galen. But like I said, I can be very, very patient."

He was worse. Far, far worse than Galen. At least with Galen, it had been clear. A sociopath who used **** to indulge his cruel, selfish intentions. Libby had quickly understood that to Galen, she was little more than a convenient place to relieve himself, something for him to use and later discard. As fucked up as it was, she could understand that. He was the beast, the animal that had lost all privileges to call itself human.

But the man behind her? The one lazily flicking her clit and pretending to be kind, pretending that he wasn't delighting in violating another person's body? He was someone who possessed an utterly black soul. A true monster.

And she didn't even know what he looked like.

"Baby, I'm getting close. If I finish before you do, I'll have to ask Galen to take your ass again. You don't want that, do you? So come for me. Show me that we chose the right girl. We'll take care of you, pamper you when you're not pleasuring one of our cocks. You're special to us now, you know that, right?"

"Y-you're fucking d-disgusting," she spat, finding her voice at last. It had been some time since he had removed her gag, but she'd been too weak to muster coherent words. Now, she felt vitriol boil in her throat, and she'd had to say something, even if her words were pitifully few.

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea. The things I'm going to do to you. The way I'm going to turn you into a panting bitch that drops to all fours with her ass in the air and whimpers for my cock. You'll always be hungry for my cum, begging me to put something in your empty belly. But don't worry. Once you've earned the right to eat food again, we'll ensure you still get plenty of cum in your diet.”

Libby was seconds from losing the contents of her stomach. His hand suddenly clamped around her throat, blocking her windpipe.

He moaned with each shift of his hips. “Yes, that's it. I'll fill you from both ends, my darling. All for our good girl."

His deft fingers didn't stop assaulting her clit, the vulgar sensation igniting a pressure deep in her belly.

There was no warning. Libby came apart on his fingers, her aching pussy clamping around nothing, her sore ass too full to bear.

"There she is, our good little whore." He laughed darkly, the sound a sonorous ripple in her ears.

As she damned herself with her orgasm, she felt her courage briefly rear its head. In that moment, Libby wanted to see the face of this man. To know her assailant and witness the countenance of true evil. Tilting her head back on her shoulder, she turned to look up at him.

Oh.

Oh no.

Like Galen, he was striking. His face was softer, less angular, but no less beautiful. Hints of defined musculature rippled under his fine clothes, and he had a cast to his expression that made him look like he found something to be permanently amusing. Only his eyes belied his true nature. They were emotionless, their crystal blue depths flat and utterly dead.

Which only made her more confused, more terrified of what they were truly after.

"Since you came so well for me," he said, staring down at her, "I suppose it's my turn for some fun. You know what that means, don't you, my love?"

She didn’t, and it only served to send her spiraling into another fit of panic. He winked down at her, and his cock took on a ruinous cadence. Libby tore her eyes from him, letting them settle on a colorful book with a fuzzy green caterpillar on the cover. Her eyes focused on it even as his strong hips pounded into hers, his painfully large shaft stealing her breath and ravaging her without mercy.

“I'll make you a promise as well,” he said with a hiss. “There will come a day when you plead me to take this greedy hole. Once you get used to being fucked this way, it’s all you’ll ever want. Doesn’t that sound nice? No thinking, no stress, just living as a pretty little hole for my cum.”

Despite his aloof attitude, he was close. She could feel it. His thrusts were becoming more eager, his pace more punishing.

Seconds later, the frost-haired man moaned as he emptied himself into her ass, his hot cum splashing her battered walls. The sound he made didn't sound human, was something that came from the depths of hell and raised every hair along her body. Impossibly hot and thick, his cum gentled the drag of his heavy cock as he slid from her slack channel.

\*\*\*

Ten minutes later, Libby had been stripped bare. Her wrists and ankles had been bound in front of her with zip ties, rendering her entirely immobile.

She'd come to learn the other man's name. It was Fenrow, a name she surmised was either foreign or fake. It was he who was presently carrying her through the lobby in both arms, his tousled white locks covering half of his face. He was tall, perhaps an inch or two shorter than Galen, but it didn't matter. Both made her feel diminutive at her meager five feet four inches.

Although Fenrow was clearly a psychopath, a certain boyishness touched his full pink lips and the lightly upturned tip of his nose. It made his face deceptively angelic, a trait she'd noticed he and Galen both shared. They didn't look like the kind of people you'd expect to find in Portland. People like them belonged on TV, on a runway, or were generated by AI. If she'd met them under normal circumstances, she likely would've been tongue-tied and blushed like an idiot.

But now? Now, their faces only reinforced her fear of what they intended to do with her.

Sensing her eyes on him, Fenrow glanced down and gave her a pleasant, close-lipped smile.

"It'll take us a while to get to our final destination, but don't worry." He winked down at her. "I'll be keeping you company and helping you pass the time in the back."

She turned her face away, repressing a shudder. She stared off at some distant point, letting her eyes go blurry at the edges.

Before they'd gotten the zip ties on her, she’d tried to fight them one last time. She'd already known it would be a losing battle, but it didn't matter. She'd had to try. The awful reality of being captured, of being **** into a life of servitude to these two freaks, allowing her existence to devolve into a living nightmare, had rekindled an inferno inside her blood.

They'd caught her before she'd even managed to make it two steps, easily overpowering her and laughing at her like she was being mischievous. Then they'd pinned her down and trussed her up like the animal they'd previously compared her to.

A chilly gust pelted her skin the moment Fenrow walked outside, though that hadn't been the only reason she'd shivered.

A sleek black van pulled up from around the side of the building and came to a stop under the covered entrance. As she took it in, her heart started to race all over again. It was the kind of van she imagined the government or a security agency would use: blacked-out windows, double swing rear doors, and enough space to hide a trove of expensive equipment and gear.

Who were these people? They weren't your average sickos, that much was clear. Were they cultists? Criminals, maybe? It'd certainly sounded like they belonged to some organization when they'd mentioned that they had chosen her.

Libby glanced up at the domed security camera above, praying that the device was still operational. At ten A.M. tomorrow, Jackob and Lina would come to work, see her car, and realize something had happened to her. Hopefully, they'd call the police, who would hopefully decide to review the security footage. Maybe they would be able to trace the van's license plates and locate the owners of the vehicle.

That was, if the plates were real and the cameras were actually working.

It was a single light in the dark, but it would have to be enough.

Because it was all she had.

The thought made bile rise in her throat, but she held it in. She was already covered in filth, was filthy, but she couldn't stomach the thought of being covered in her own vomit.

She would have to play along. At least for now. The last thing she wanted to do was to push these men too far and find out how much **** they were capable of. She needed to bide her time, observe, and look for opportunities to manipulate them, if such a thing were possible. Libby had pitifully little experience when it came to using her feminine wiles, but she had to try. To escape them, she'd have to be smart and use everything she had at her disposal. Which meant she couldn't risk goading them into abusing more parts of her body. An injury would only slow her down and make it harder to get away.

"By the way," Fenrow said quietly in her ear. "I'm having someone pick up your car tonight." Libby felt the blood drain from her body. "We're also going to make sure we lock up after you. Can't let anything bad happen to an archive of great American literature, after all." He lightly snorted, as if this were all some funny joke. Clearly, that's what all this was to him. A diversion. Entertainment. Libby refused to look at him, fighting to swallow a lump of despair forming in her throat. "No one is going to come looking for you, sweetheart. You've always been a transient nobody. People will think the anti-social klutz skipped town, was just passing through on her way to her next gig."

Libby was still reeling as the doors swung open. Fenrow easily cleared the ledge and stepped up into the van. The doors shut behind them, locking her inside a fresh new hell.