12. Maddox

Maddox

12

Violet's really testing my patience with these late night visits to the library.

She should be locked away in her dorm, where there's no risk of anyone touching her other than us, not walking around all by herself in the dark.

Max and I watch her through the window as she sits there lost in her textbooks and scribbling down notes.

Nice to see she's got so much time to study and not worry about anything else.

"You sure you don't want to just forget all the theatrics and skip right to the end? You know, to the good bit?" I ask Max as he leans back on the bench next to me, absentmindedly rubbing his leg. He's pushing himself too much, but no matter how much I tell him to take a break he never listens.

"All of this is the good bit. We've been planning this for so long, we're not changing it now. You know she deserves it. She can't just run away and expect no repercussions."

I swallow, slowly. "Shit, I know you're right."

I want this too.

I need it, need her.

Once we're finished, she'll know to submit to us. Half the fun will be getting her to that point.

I thought if I kept pushing the thought of her away I could move on, but the day Max found her, living out her ideal life without us, I knew I had never really let her go.

Part of it is my fault. If I hadn't pushed so hard that day she might have stayed. But she had a choice. I took myself out of the equation so her only option was being with Max, but she still didn't take it. In the end she didn't want either of us.

Max has opened my eyes and helped me to see that she's still ours. Which means we get to do whatever we want to her, including punishing her.

We wait for the few other students to leave the library before we make our move. For such a fancy institution, this college's security is shit. They don't even employ staff to man the building this late at night.

Anyone could just walk in and take whatever they wanted.

We pick up our aluminum bats off the bench and pull our masks over our faces. The neon crosses and smiles lighting up bright yellow in the dark. If she bothered to look up from her book she'd see us outside, watching her.

Would she assume it's us come to claim her or has she forgotten about us so easily?

Time to find out.

I slam the doors closed behind us and the sound echoes throughout the building, loud enough to make her gasp.

Then Max kills the lights, plunging everything into darkness, apart from the streaks of moonlight coming in through the large windows.

"Hey, someone's still in here!" Violet calls out, a slight fearful tremor to her voice.

Good, be scared, little sister.

Max circles around to the back of the library to wait in the stacks, whilst I move straight towards her. My bat drags loudly along the stone floor, making her look up to find the sound.

She lets out a small scream, when she sees me and quickly pushes up from her chair to run the other way.

I take my time following after her. There's no way out for her, apart from through us, so we have plenty of time to play.

"No need to run. We only want to play with you," I say, the mask distorting my voice.

I hear the sound of her breathing as she tries to hide under a table and I slam the bat down on top of it, making her scream again.

She crawls out from underneath and runs again, deeper into the library, towards the stacks.

I spot a flash of her long hair, shining in the moonlight, as she runs straight up the middle of them.

Then Max steps out into her path and she stumbles, falling onto her back so she doesn't run into him.

Violet doesn't move as Max steps over her, planting his feet either side of her shoulders.

"Where are you running to?" Max says, tilting his head to the side, his voice matching mine through the mask's filter. He trails the end of the bat down her cheek and tips her chin up with it. "Ready to play with us now?"

"Please, don't hurt me!" She sobs.

"Who said anything about hurting you?" Max croons as he looks down at her.

"I don't know, pain and pleasure often go hand in hand, so I wouldn't rule it out just yet." I plant my feet behind her head and crouch down so my mask is glowing onto her face.

"My bag's at the table, I have a bit of money, you can take it all, take whatever you want."

"Oh, sweetheart, we're going to take exactly what we want. We've been waiting a long time for this."

Her eyes widen as she looks back at Max, my head snapping up to look at him as well.

Did he mean to call her that?

She's still trembling and sobbing so I don't think she noticed.

"Come on. On your feet," I say, bringing her attention back to me.

When she doesn't move, Max grabs her with his right arm. I can see the strain it's putting on him to use it like that, but I'm not about to stop him. I know how determined he is to prove that he's able to do whatever he wants to her with it.

She shouts and fights against him, tugging at his hand as she tries to pry him off her. Once she realizes she can't win that fight, she tries to reach for his mask, but he shoves her backwards into me before she can get near it and I wrap my hand around her throat.

Oh, how I've missed the feel of her like this.

Her life beating under my palm. I could end it with a simple squeeze or bring her so much pleasure.

All she has to do is give in to us and I'll give her everything she needs.

As she gasps under my touch, she breathes in deep.

"Maddox?" She whimpers and my hand clamps down harder on her throat before she can get another word out. I look up at Max and he lifts his shoulders slightly.

How the fuck does she know?

"If you scream or try anything we'll have to use these." I swing the bat through the air in front of her as a warning. "Are you going to be good for us?"

Violet nods and I start walking her down one of the aisles to a dark corner away from the windows and any cctv. I don't care if we're caught on camera, but I do care if her pussy is. That's for our eyes only.

We've had plenty of time to get our bearings with the entire campus and know every hidden spot. This one we've picked out especially for tonight.

I push her towards a stack then spin her around so she's facing me. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you cry like that." I remember the way she looked that night out on the road, tears and mascara streaming down her face as she took both of our cocks like a hungry slut.

"Sit down," I order her and she shakes her head. "Sit down," I repeat again, stepping closer so our bodies mold together. Obediently, she does what I say without any more resistance.

Her eyes remain fixed on me as she slowly lowers herself to the ground.

She was made for this. Destined to be our obedient little whore.

"Good girl. Now, hands up."

Slowly, she raises them above her head, the movement makes her blouse stretch over her tits and my mouth salivates at the sight of them. I've always loved them, so fucking big and perfect. More than enough for Max and I to enjoy together.

Max grabs hold of her shaking wrists and loops a length of rope around one.

"Wait, what are you doing? Stop!" Her fighting instincts kick back in and she struggles against him, but he easily threads the rope around a metal pole on the bookcase behind her before securing her other wrist in place. "Please, don't hurt me," she begs again.

"Baby, everytime you beg it only makes us harder." I make a show of rubbing the bulge in my pants and her eyes lock on to the motion and widen.

"Mouth or pussy? Your choice," I say to my brother. He doesn't stop staring at her, his hand wrapped tight around the bat. I'm not worried he'll hurt her with it, that's not like him, but I can feel him battling his emotions.

This is a lot for both of us. To finally be near her again, to be touching her again. Violet is all we've fantasized about for years and now we finally get to have her.

"Mouth," he finally says and she whimpers as her chin trembles.

I grab Violet's jaw and squeeze it tight until her mouth is forced open and her tongue rolls out.

"You going to be a good, little whore and suck his cock?"

Her brow creases as she looks at me, I expect her to resist, to fight and scream, but she simply nods.

Fuck. Does she really know it's us? Or has she actually turned into a slut while she's been away?

"I want to see her tits whilst I fuck her face," Max says surprising me with his intensity.

He bends down and tears open her blouse then yanks her pink, lacy bra down under her tits, pushing them up nicely. "I wish I could taste these now." He grabs a handful of the soft flesh and squeezes hard. My cock twitches at the magnificent sight.

As she whimpers more and more, a line of drool leaks from her mouth where I'm still holding it open. I watch as it drips down onto her tits and Max rubs it into her hardening nipples.

"Oh, she likes that, listen to those moans. We've got ourselves a filthy, little slut here. Bet she'd do anything if you asked her nicely enough."

"Or maybe not so nicely?" Max chips in as he rolls one of her nipples between two of his fingers.

"Which is it, baby? Do you like being told what to do, told how much of a dirty girl you are?" I hold my face close to hers as I talk, the glow from the mask making her look away.

She lets out a long moan as Max tips his mask up just enough to take her nipple into his mouth.

He sucks and tugs until it pops free from between his teeth then does the same to the other, leaving them both glistening with saliva.

The image of them covered in come flashes in my mind and that settles exactly what I'm going to do to her tonight.