Doppleganger

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Simon cleaned up his face in the bedroom’s sink. “I’ve never felt the insides of a vampire before, it feel incredible!” Simon told his brother as he patched the wound up with some iodine.



“Perhaps we should pay her a visit. What do you say, brother?” Sigmund asked from the chair a few meters away.



“I doubt if she’d try to run away this time. She can’t be that stupid to think we don’t have guards watching this place.” Simon replied as he headed over to his brother.



Sigmund smiled at his brother, “There’s something I would very much love to get from the vampire, although I’m not sure how to go about doing it.” Sigmund said in his native tongue.



“Oh?” Simon sat across from him at the small table intrigued.



“Vampires surely must have the best sucking muscles from the blood they drink. I wonder how it would feel getting her to drink from my cock.” Sigmund smirked.



“Wonderful idea! Perhaps I will bring my whip to keep her in line?” Simon asked.



Sigmund nodded, “Shall we?”



Simon stood up along with Sigmund and together they marched down the long hallway towards the place Rayne was being held captive.



BloodRayne hadn’t been a virgin; she had given her virginity up a long time ago. It had hurt the first time, but no where near as much as her ass hurt at the moment. She never intended to experience that.



Rayne listened as the twins footsteps sounded down the hall. She had stopped shaking several minutes ago, but she felt the need to start up again. The dungeon door creaked open, and in walked the twins. They smiled at her peacefully. “Would you like to behave now?” Sigmund asked as he looked down at her.



Rayne noticed the whip in Simon’s hands, “What are you going to do to me you fucks?” She asked them trying to sound intimidating once again.



“We just want a small favour from you, my dear.” Sigmund smirked.



Simon bent down and helped her up gently. It surprised her how gentle his touch could be compared to his rather rough brother. Rayne remembered how Sigmund had nearly ripped her sphincter apart with his fingers.



Sigmund grabbed her other arm a little more aggressively and she noted this in her mind. Perhaps if she could find weakness in Sigmund, she could escape. Simon seemed to be the weakest link thus far.



They lead her naked form slowly down the hall back into the beautiful bedroom. Rayne didn’t put up a fight. She let them take her, for now she had to observe them. Simon locked the door behind them as Sigmund lead her over to the bed. He forced Rayne’s shoulder down with his one arm, indicating her wanted her on the floor. Rayne wondered how he could get his pants undone so quickly with just the one hand.



“I want you to suck on my penis, if I so much as feel your teeth begin to clench down, I’ll make sure you are punished.” Sigmund ordered her, making her remember her aching ass.



Slowly Rayne nodded, the whole idea of sucking on his cock was indeed disgusting, but she had worse in her mouth before. She cringed at the remembrance of the mutated people of Louisiana. Rayne got up onto her knees and placed both of her hands on Sigmund’s thigh. He held onto one of her wrists out of caution. Rayne looked down at his penis angrily; she was tempted to bite the damn thing off.



She felt searing pain, “AH!” The whip cracked against her lower back.



“Don’t hesitate!” Simon ordered as she felt the painful sting.



Rayne closed her eyes and obeyed. Sigmund let his head fall back as he felt her muscles work perfectly on his cock. “Oh brother… you have no idea how good this feels! She was born to be a sex slave!” Was that what she was now? Oh God…



Sigmund watched as her head bobbed she was quick about it; she didn’t want to be down there all damn night. “Slower… I want to enjoy your generosity.” Sigmund laughed.



Rayne fought the urge to bite and slowed down, “You’ll get better at this with time pretty.” How long did they intend to keep her in this Hell?



Simon watched as she pleasured his brother, sure they shared pain, but not pleasure and it seemed so unfair. He ran the handle of the whip over his erection wishing he could please himself.



Sigmund groaned louder and louder as time went on. Rayne was happy he was coming close to an end. Bits of semen had made their way to her tongue; she grimaced and pulled her head off attempting to spit. Sigmund signaled for Simon to whip her once again.



Simon cracked the whip twice against her lower back. “AHH!” She cried.



Sigmund glared, “Just for that you can swallow my semen from now on.” He told her.



Rayne closed her eyes and lowered her head again. She had always taught herself to be so strong. BloodRayne had been the best agent due to her will power and strength. She couldn’t keep up this charade with them sexually abusing her like this. Even still, Rayne forced herself not to tear up; she focused on her latest mission; escape the castle by finding their weaknesses.



Several more minutes of sucking Sigmund off passed before it was clear he was going to come. She listened to his sighs and moans as she began to speed up her pace. Her eyes opened widely as she tasted the extremely disgusting salty taste rush over her tongue.



Pulling off Sigmund laughed, “Now swallow that, so many women would beg for what you have in your mouth. Do not waste a single drop!” Sigmund told her.



Rayne experienced a mental struggle. She didn’t want to be hurt for her disobedience, but there was no way she could get the semen down without throwing it back up. In a split second, her mind was made up as she spit the semen on the sparkling waxed floor.



“Fuck you!” Rayne shouted hoping this outburst would make her seem tougher than she felt.



“Give me the whip brother, I’ll take care of this.” Sigmund said furiously as he gripped Rayne by the hair and pulled her to the wall where shackles had been placed just for her.



Rayne smacked Sigmund and almost got away if it hadn’t been for Simon forcing her over the table between her and the wall. Sigmund shackled her hands to the wall, keeping her bent over so her ass was in the air.



Rayne screamed in rage, her fangs barred and her bloodlust pulsing. “We’ve got a few things to teach you, BloodRayne.” Sigmund made a mocking voice as he spoke her name, “From now on, Simon and I own you.” The whip cracked against her ass cheeks making a sickening sound escape Rayne’s throat.



“I do not feel I am making myself clear, you are something the English call a ‘bitch’ or a dog, a whore perhaps.” Another crack of the whip caused severe pain as it hit a sensitive spot on her lower back.



“We were going to be nice to you pretty, but until you serve us properly we will give you no such treatment. We will see improvement, won’t we brother?” Sigmund asked Simon who stood rather observant to his side.



“Of course we will. She’ll be a good girl, won’t you Rayne?” He spoke her name softly, in a much more respectable tone than his twin.



“I will never serve you, pricks!” She hissed through her exposed fangs.



Sigmund appeared to enjoy it as she struggled with him. It gave him a good excuse to beat her. How he loved the sound of her agonized scream. “Such a pity, you believe in such foolish things.” Sigmund walked over to her and pulled her hair so her head painfully tilted back, “I will own you… Simon and I.” He growled before releasing her hair.



Simon squinted as he watched his brother mercilessly beat Rayne. She resisted for a good hour or so before her ass and back resembled the colour of a strawberry. “Perhaps we should take a rest brother. You’re making my arm very tired.” Simon said from his chair.



“Hang in there brother, I’m not nearly finished.” Sigmund stated as he whipped an already sensitive patch of skin.



BloodRayne had begun crying in agony several minutes ago. “I have never seen this side of your brother, except for in battle of course. It frightens me.” Simon stood up and walked over to his brother.



Sigmund looked back at his twin. “I didn’t know it upset you. I thought it would arouse you to see such a beauty cry in pain.” Sigmund looked confused.



“Perhaps she’s sorry brother. Maybe she would be willing to go by our rules now.” Simon suggested, not sure how many more hours of screaming his headache could handle.



Simon held out his hand and Sigmund acknowledging placed the whip in his hands. “I think I will head to bed now, I will see you soon brother.” Simon noted his brother’s embarrassment.



“Da,” Simon replied before turning back to Rayne who was close to bleeding.



Simon watched as her skin shivered, it looked as if it were stinging. “I have sent him away… only because I pity you pretty. I dislike seeing such beauty suffer for too long.” He placed his hand against her red ass cheeks.



Rayne moaned painfully as he slid his hand lightly up to her back, “Does that hurt?” Simon asked slowly.



“Y-yes…. Jesus…” Rayne sobbed through her attempt at strength.



“Do you accept our terms?” Simon asked her.



“What… what are they again?” She asked half delirious.



“You are to be our slave. You will serve us and do anything we tell you. Should to disobey you will be punished severely, if you run or attempt to escape, the punishment will be one that leaves you preying for death.” Simon untied one of her wrists and watched as it lay limp on the table.



“The good part of the deal for you is we will provide you with your needs. If you are good, you get rewarded. If you stay obedient, we could make your life paradise. All we want is you to serve us willingly.” Simon undid her other wrist and caught her before her body could slide off the table and hit the floor.



Rayne couldn’t walk; she simply hung on as he carefully dragged her to the bed. “Do you accept, pretty?” He asked as she lie upon the sheets in obvious pain.



She fought to keep her sight on him, but the room spun. “I… I accept… No more pain…” She tried to sound strong, but she knew she didn’t.



Simon smirked down at her, “No pain if you obey. Good night pretty.” Simon headed out of the room, locking the door tightly behind him.



“Jesus….” BloodRayne began to sob quietly as she ran her fingers over her backside.



She couldn’t handle another lengthily beating. It was official, she was trapped. Escape didn’t seem an option. Rayne shook her head; no escape was always an option. It was just a matter of proper time and place.



An idea came to mind. If she did as they wanted, pretended for as long as it took she could regain her freedom. All she had to do was win their trust. It appeared Simon had high interest in her; perhaps she could persuade Sigmund by being obedient like the dog they wanted. It was a long shot, but she didn’t have any option.



Rolling over on top of the silky, red sheets she closed her eyes. There was no energy left in Rayne to cry. Not a single drop.



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