Doppleganger

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Rayne began to worry about the possibility of the twins not surviving Wulf. With her locked up there wasn’t much hope for anyone should they fail. Perhaps they could catch him off guard.



Rayne had spent the better of an hour trying to break down the steel gate, but it didn’t seem to budge. She was trapped and with similar bars on the small windows, she was going to be there for a while. She looked around the room. At least she had a nice room; it was on the rich side. She’d prefer this over a musty, cold hole in the ground any day.



She decided it would be smart to attack them when they entered, she could surely make her way down the hall and out of the building. Sure, she had no shoes or weapons, but she could snag boots off a Nazi just as easily as artillery. She looked up above the door to see a small ledge where the doorframe stopped. She stood on her chair and after a second she jumped clean onto the ledge. It was uncomfortable, but surely she could jump them from here.



After what seemed like twenty minutes she smelled blood in the air. Jurgen Wulf’s blood to be exact. “Jesus, they did it…” She whispered to herself.



“Oh, Rayne?” Simon’s voice chimed as he entered the room.



After a few seconds the twins looked around. “Where did she go?” Sigmund asked looking alarmed.



Rayne knew it was now or never, she leaped down from the door frame and kicked one of the twins in the cheek before she dashed out into the hallway. At least they had done part of her job for her.



Rayne’s bare feet plunged into small mud puddles on the floor of the stone hallway. The light from the moon outside lit the halls in pale green as it contrast against the orange fire on the torches. She kept running, not sure where she was headed, knowing she only had to escape and find her boots and blades.



An echo of wind off in the distance caught her attention, but she didn’t think much off it. She passed a door she assumed was locked, there was no time to stop. Not long after, she realized the wind was picking up speed and it turned into a swooshing sound. Before she could tell what was going on, something wrapped around her legs, sending her crashing to the floor. She looked down at her feet to see they were trapped in rope with weights on the ends. She couldn’t undo the ropes in time, Sigmund and Simon had already caught up.



“Uh, uh.” Sigmund scolded her like a child. “Looks like someone needs to be shown the proper respect for deals.”

Simon was holding his cheek. “Someone needs to apologize properly for injuring my face.” He seemed angrier about damage done than about the possible pain.



Sigmund and Simon picked her up by each arm and began dragging her back to the room. “Get your hands off me!” Rayne kicked with her feet, but they refused to undo.



The twins laughed menacingly at her useless attempts. “Perhaps we should take her to our private dungeon brother…” Simon suggested.



“I don’t think this one will co-operate any other way.” Sigmund agreed as they dragged Rayne through a doorway leading down the stairs.



Rayne’s heels scraped painfully against the floor as they got her down the stairs. The room was covered in a pale red glow from the red bricks and the torches.



Rayne looked back to see shackles dangling from the ceiling. She fidgeted more as they both lead her closer to it. Simon attached Rayne to one cuff while Sigmund attached the other arm. She wiggled for a few seconds before realizing it was useless to try. She was at their mercy now.



Sigmund untied her feet and the twins took a step back. “What should we do first?” he asked Simon.



“I want to see her, entirely.” Simon eyed her leather outfit.



Rayne felt her anger rise. She didn’t want these bastards touching her and looking at her. Her body was her own, not for them to play with. Rayne snapped at Sigmund with her fangs showing, he merely grinned at her inability to attack. “Shall you do the honors or shall I?” Sigmund asked his brother.



“Allow me, brother.” Simon approached Rayne slowly. He reached out with his only arm and cupped Rayne’s face. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” Simon liked the feel of her smooth flesh against his finger tips.



Rayne didn’t move this time, she felt helpless for the first time in a while. “I can forgive you for kicking my face, Schön.” Simon ran his hand slowly down to her breasts. “You simply have to convince me.”



“Never.” Rayne hissed.



“That is too bad.” Simon unlaced her top gracefully one-handed. “I would have enjoyed a willing servant.” His hand pushed it out of the way revealing succulent white breasts too big too fit in one hand.



Rayne couldn’t look away; he couldn’t see how humiliated she was. “I’m glad to see you’ve outgrown your mother’s tits.” Rayne kept her wits about her.



Sigmund and Simon laughed in unison at her joke; it was definitely not the reaction she wanted. It didn’t seem now there was much worse she could do.



Sigmund ventured around behind her. “She’s marvelous, what a catch.”



Simon unlaced the front of her pants and grabbed the left side of her pants while his brother grabbed the right. Together, they pulled them down. “Mein Gott!” Simon was practically flabbergasted.



“We will never find another more beautiful, we’re lucky to have this one.” Sigmund examined her back side.



Sigmund ran his hand lightly over her smooth bottom before smacking her ass painfully. She let out a small growl of distaste. “Who shall do the honors first? Me or you brother?” Sigmund asked looking at his twin’s bloody face.



“I want her to pay for hurting my face. I’ll start.” Simon walked around to the front of her and placed his fingers between her vagina lips.



Rayne hissed and clenched her eyes tightly as Simon rubbed her clit slowly. She shook her legs unable to move. Now she began to panic. “Let go of me you bastard!” She yelled.



“Shush pretty one, I’ll make you nice and wet before I use my cock on you.” He laughed making her regret coming to the castle.



“Fuck you!” Rayne shot angrily.



“No… fuck you…” Sigmund laughed as he got behind her and placed his finger against her ass.



Rayne’s legs were spread awkwardly with the ropes still around her ankles as Simon placed his cock between her legs. “AH!” She cried as his erection was placed inside her pussy forcefully.



“My turn!” Sigmund chimed as he thrust his middle finger inside her asshole.



“FUCK!” She screamed in pain.



The twins carried on thrusting, she bit her lip causing herself to bleed as her anus was probed so viciously it brought tears to her eyes. “Look brother, I think she might be crying.” Simon pointed out in his usual drawl.



“Perhaps she cries because she wants more.” Sigmund placed another finger painfully inside and began thrusting in and out.



She couldn’t hold back anymore, she clenched her eyes closed and allowed the tears to roll down “PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!” She unwillingly prayed to the two sadists.



They both laughed at her pleas and cries. “Are you sorry for hurting my face pretty?” Simon asked her as he felt himself building up.



Rayne bit her lip and shook her head, “No!” She screamed.



Sigmund gripped painfully at her breasts, pinching at her nipples. “This won’t end until you apologize to him. We’ll give you one more chance before I place another finger in that tight ass of yours.” Sigmund told her.



Rayne sobbed again as she knew she had to humiliate herself in order to fight the pain. “I’m sorry.” Rayne whimpered.



“What was that?” Simon asked as he thrust harder.



“I’m sorry! Please! Let me go!” Rayne cried.



Simon bit his lip and closed his eyes, and Rayne felt liquid spill inside her as Simon grunted his pleasure. “Very good pretty… We’ll be back for you later.” Simon pulled his clothes back on as Sigmund removed his fingers from her asshole.



Simon picked up her clothing, “Enjoy your time down here. We may forgive you for real later.” Simon laughed as he headed out of the room.



Sigmund undid her wrists and her legs. He quickly headed for the door. “Sleep well, mein limbe.” He laughed menacingly before slamming the door closed.



She couldn’t move from her place on the floor. An incredible sense of dread came over her as she hugged her knees on the floor. They had just used her; they were going to use her again. BloodRayne could no longer cry, all she could do was lay motionless on the cold, dirt dungeon floor waiting for their next arrival.