Hannah's Revenge Ch. 10

Sitting naked in the bottom of the wardrobe, I felt a shudder of a chill down my spine, despite the warmth of the room reeking of sweat, sex, and shit. After witnessing the horrors of Hannah's depravity at Katie's expense, I could only imagine what horrors she had planned for my other friends. Looking up at her I held my breath in fearful anticipation.

Hannah smirked down at me as she reached a decision. "I think it's time to teach the Bitch Twins a lesson. Get Cunt and Cuntier up here."

Realising she of course was talking about Clara and Alexandria I hesitated for a moment, remembering how much Alexandria's confidence had been knocked by Ms. McLaughlin's perversions on the rooftop, to say nothing how how sensitive Clara was all the time. Considering how depraved Hannah's treatment of Katie was, I doubted she'd be any lighter on the twins. And the fact that she wanted both of them at once added another shadow of foreboding to my already worried mind...

My hesitation was quickly cut short by a scowl from Hannah. Terrified of pissing her off even more I dove for the phone and quickly opened it up.

Clara and Alexandria, as a pair of very close sisters, were one of the few girls in our final year that were happy to stay in a twin dorm. Well, of course, I was now trapped staying in a twin room with Hannah, though most definitely not happily...

Opening up my messages, I decided that Alexandria was my best bet for an in, hoping that she would be more reasonable than her more easily traumatised sister. I composed a message asking if she and Clara could come over so we could talk about what happened to us all on the roof. I felt disgusted with myself, using the trauma of their past horrible experiences as bait to lure them to something I knew would be much much worse...

There was a long time between me sending the message and Alexandria's response. No doubt she was trying to convince her sister to come out of the safety of their room after such a horrible thing to happen to her. Again my heart sunk with my mind spinning of what worse things would happen to them on the heel of my trickery. I felt an absolute traitor.

Hannah tutted to herself at the wait, absentmindedly scratching her hairy cunt before flicking the sticky wetness that stuck to her fingers into my face, giggling to herself as I involuntary shied away from the attacking droplets in disgust.

Eventually the three dots on the screen bubbled and Alexandria's response flashed up. They were on their way.

I quickly remembered to tell her of my new room number. She sent a message back asking if I'd decided to move into a double with Katie. It was such a blatant lie from me to say so, but what did it matter? As soon as they came in the room they'd learn that it was disgusting Hannah I was living with now and not my best friend Katie. And besides, I knew once Hannah's plan came into action there'd definitely be bigger things on their mind than my little white lie.

I shut off the phone and dropped it to the floor. The minutes ticked by in silence. My mind filled with fear for the safety of my friends, Hannah's no doubt filled with the most sickening depravities she was getting ready to exert on them.

With a loud grunt, Hannah stretched up to the ceiling, the stench of her sweat from the heat and exertion of her sexual torment of Katie sharply cutting through the other stinking odours that filled the room. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

Eventually, there came a knock at the door and Hannah grinned with excitement. Clasping the video camera back in my hands, she roughly manhandled me back into the wardrobe before closing the door almost all the way again. With a resigned sigh I knew my job of unwilling camerawoman wasn't done for the day.

Hannah sauntered across the room, picking my phone up from the floor on the way. With a shocking amount of confidence, she swung open the door, revealing the twin pair of shocked faces at seeing fat, ugly Hannah's body in every naked fold.

Clara simply shrieked and turned her face away in disgust, while Alexandria's shocked look quickly turned to rage.

"What the fuck you fat bitch?!" She shouted into Hannah's face, her own disgust visible in the acid of her tone. "What the hell are you doing in Victoria's room? And with her phone? And what the fuck are you doing naked? I think I'm going to be sick!"

Hannah just laughed in her face, her folds jiggling with each hearty laugh.

Clara couldn't handle it at all and turned to run away down the hall, but Hannah's pudgy hand shot out to grab the poor girl's arm to stop her, leaving Clara writhing in disgust at the feeling of the fat naked girl's arm restraining her.

"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you." Hannah sneered. "Not if you don't want the police to see this."

Turning the phone screen to face the twins, their already pale faces went even whiter with terror. I couldn't see the screen, but I had a pretty good idea what it was. A picture of the two girls posing with their father, smiling in their finery at a busy ball in the Presutti family palazzo in Sicily. But what made this picture so dangerous was the clearly defined face in the background of Marcus Giovanni. Giovanni had attracted infamy across Europe for his implications in several high profile hits on behalf of Italian organised crime. Lorenzo Presutti had been protecting him at their palazzo, and obviously had been unable to refuse a picture with his beloved daughters, not realising that such a threat to his organisation was captured in frame. The reason the picture had been shared in our group chat was that Alexandria had been bragging of her latest sexual conquest. We'd all giggled together in that girlish way, gushing over this chiselled bad-boy Adonis that Alexandria had bagged for herself.

Now, of course, there was no laughter. Only fear. The picture and chat was supposed to be between us. But now, in the hands of Hannah, the fear was very real. Giovanni's face was well known in the news, given the importance of the individuals he'd been implicated in assassinating. An anonymous sending of the picture to the English police from Hannah would see it in the hands of Interpol, and no doubt the quick storming of the Presutti's palazzo. Harbouring a fugitive at best, more evidence found of the undoubted other crimes committed by their father at worst. This picture could destroy the twins' family and possibly even their very lives.

They were standing their, frozen in horrified shock, terrified at the dawning realisation that they were at Hannah's mercy.

Seeing that they had no further intention of moving, Hannah smirked to herself.

"That's what I thought." The fat girl smirked to herself. "Why don't you come in here? I'll let you know how you can earn my silence."

With the tension in the atmosphere insane, all the girls could do was slowly shuffle in as Hannah's flabby arm wrapped around them, pulling them with a gentle force into the room, allowing the door to click shut behind them.

Instantly the stink of the room hit the girls like a brick as they both wrinkled their faces in disgust, Clara even gagging a little at the heavy stench in the air.

"Now, listen up you fucking bitches." Hannah was holding all the authority in the room, delighted that her plan was coming to fruition. "The two of you have given me so much pain over these years that it's time for you to give me some pleasure. Your cruel tongues will be pleasing me wherever I decide they go. And the two of you are in luck that I've got two of everything for your bitchy tongues."

The twins were looking visibly shocked, shuffling uncomfortably in abject horror at Hannah's revelation that they'd be forced, not only to touch her disgusting body, but the threat of them using their tongues was enough to send shivers of horrified fear down their spines.

Hannah was beaming now, her already sticky wet pussy moistening with cruel excitement at how uncomfortable she was making the girls. As she described each body part, she pointed towards them, drawing the twins' eyes to each horrible area, widening as each was revealed as worse than the one before.

"I've got two lovely feet to lick between the toes, two big sexy tits to suck on, two sweaty armpits that need a good tongue bath cleaning..."

She paused and time seemed to stand still. The twins' were absolutely horrified at what they were going to be forced to do, but the pause and evil look on Hannah's face made them fear even more what she was going to say next.

"And of course," Hannah finally continued with that evil glint in her eye. "I've got two lovely tasty holes to tuck into."

The twins horror reached a fever pitch. Alexandria groaned in horror and swooned as if she was about to faint. Clara was even worse, gagging in her throat with a loud cough of disgust as she turned away as if to collapse out the door.

"Oh not so fast, sweetie." Hannah sneered with saccharine sweetness. "You're very welcome to leave, but I don't think the police will like what your Daddy has been up to very much. Would you like to see your Daddy locked away forever? The two of you left abandoned?"

This was enough to make Clara stop in her tracks and turn back with a defeated groan of horror.

"And of course," Hannah continued, her cruel delights of victory growing in confidence with each new threat. "Some of his nastier friends might not like the two of you getting them all in trouble. Things could end up very very bad for you two."

This final threat was enough for the twins to snap to attention. It was true. No matter who their father was, if it was found out that they were responsible for the collapse of the organisation and the arrest of dozens of its members, their very lives would be in danger. Hannah had them well and truly trapped.

With defeated sighs all the could do was nod their heads slowly at Hannah, unable to meet her eyes. I could see the beginning of tears welling in Clara's eyes, whilst Alexandria tried her best to stay strong. The fearful wobble in her lip gave the game away.

Hannah, sensing her victory, clapped with gleeful joy. "Wonderful!" She chirped, delighting in her own genius and the sisters' humiliation.

The gleefulness suddenly turned dark as she revealed the next aspect of her evil plan.

"Of course, whilst I have two yummy holes." She continued, smiling that malevolent smile when she was being particularly depraved. "One is a lot better for dirty bitches to stick their naughty tongues into."

She spun round now, bending sharply over and pulling apart her flabby white arse cheeks, to reveal her puckered arsehole at the girls, still streaked brown with the shit which Katie was just forced to swallow. The smell that streamed out from it made my eyes water all the way in the wardrobe.

There was a dawning realisation of horror on the twins faces. Not only would they have to lick Hannah's disgusting sweaty feet, tits, armpits, and cunt; but they'd have to lick her rancid arsehole. Something ungodly horrible to do at the best of times, but the idea of cleaning it with fresh shit clinging to the hairs between her sticky cheeks was unimaginable.

Hannah laughed to herself in that evil way as she let her cheeks slap back shut again. Turning to the sisters, she smirked at them.

"But which one gets to lick it clean?" She sneered down at them, their fear palpable in the room. "Well, I'm a very kind Goddess, so I'll let you decide."

The twins started eyeing each other up with a mixture of fear and suspicion. Licking Hannah's disgusting arse would be horrible at the best of times, but licking it clean of shit was unthinkable. Who would have to do it? It would be a huge sacrifice from one sister to the benefit of another. Who would be the one to suffer most?

Hannah quickly interjected the twins' silent contemplation. "Of course, to earn the right to decide there's a little competition between the two of you."

Her already wide smile grew with evil delight as she revealed the worst part of her plan.

"Whichever one of you makes the other one cum first, gets to decide who licks the shit out of my arse completely clean."

Even I let out a horrified gasp at this revelation. It was amazing that Hannah's evil acts of depravity could still shock me to my core, but this was a new depth even for her. Forcing incest between these twin sisters for the right to force the other to clean out Hannah's shit? My hatred and disgust of Hannah hit new height, but in it all was the fear. The abject terror that Hannah inspired in me and my friends. The inescapable control she held over us. How trapped beneath her thumb we all were.

The twins were stunned by this and leapt away from each other in disgust.

"No! No, no, no!" Alexandria shouted at Hannah. "There's no way! We're not doing that."

Her sister Clara looked as if she was about to collapse, the rising disgust and horror at Hannah's suggestion sending her spinning.

Hannah just smiled at this attempt at fighting back. "Well, that's your choice girls." She smirked at them. "You can walk out that door anytime you like, the second you do I think a little birdie will be telling the police about a little jail birdie."

Hannah had won. The twins were trapped at her mercy, their very lives in danger. They had to do whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was for the two sisters, so close and loving, to demean themselves into incestuous orgasmic acts.

Clara has fully broken down now, loud sobs of horror and full tears streaming down her eyes. Alexandria rushed to her side and wiped away the tears, muttering to her softly and kindly in Italian.

I could only imagine she was trying to comfort her, desperately, hopelessly.

The two twins locked themselves into a tight familial hug. The warmth and wholesome family love between them intended to be a shield against the hopelessness of their situation. A shield which Hannah shattered with a single phrase.

"Get down to action, girls."

The way she looked at me with a pointed stare on the word action meant that that was clearly my cue to start filming. I felt the sickness rise in my throat. This was too much, I couldn't sink this low. It's bad enough I would have to watch such a depraved act, but to film it? Provide more disgusting blackmail material for Hannah? How could I bring myself to betray my friends even further than I already had?

And yet, even through the horror, the fear of what would happen if I didn't do what Hannah wanted burned through me. What would she do to punish me if she found out I hadn't filmed it? Even worse, what if she made the poor twins do it all again like she made Katie do? With the deepest burning shame within me, I could only sigh with resigned defeat and flip the camera open.

The tight hug lasted longer than expected. Clearly both girls were feeling awkward and terrified about what they were about to do, neither wanting to start. But Hannah's watchful presence as a constant was enough to spark the fearful girls into starting.

Alexandria was the first, the bolder, the more experienced, the braver. She slid the hug between them into a slight peck on her sister's lips.

It was fast, slight, almost unnoteworthy between sisters.

Then she pushed forward again. A more lingering kiss now. The twin sets of lips locked in a full kiss. The one reserved for lovers. Never between sisters.

Clara whimpered. To us, we knew it was from disgusted horror. To the camera, it was a whimper of perverted pleasure.

Alexandria, bolder still, pushed her tongue into her sister's mirrored mouth. The sounds of the wetness of their French kissing filling the room, accompanied by the first starts of moaning.

Alexandria's hands began moving away from the innocence of her sister's back, roaming down to give a gentle erotic squeeze of her arse. It was slow, staggering. This was not something she wanted to do, it was inspired by fear and disgust. The terror of having to clean the filth from Hannah's rear.

Clara too was gripped by fear. The overwhelming awkwardness of the situation she found herself in with her sister was slowly chipping away. Small tingles of pleasure from the beginning whispers of intimate contact were pushing against the steadfast rock of sisterly and heterosexual unattraction. Like the sea slowly eroding the cliff edge, however, it began to wear away.

Terrified at the prospect of losing the competition, she swung her own arms around. Clara was by no means a blushing rose, she had the knowledge of sex to be expected by any other very beautiful 18 year old girl. But unlike her sister, she was not at all especially experienced, knowing the gentle and soft arts of seduction. The fear of Hannah's filth spurred her forward at a pace as she plunged her hands up her sister's blouse, grabbing her tits through the bra in an erotic squeeze. Another cringe of horror, invisible to anyone else as anything but a shudder of pleasure.

Alexandria gasped as she felt her sister's hands squeezing her tits. Spurred on by Clara's acceleration, she slipped her hands beneath her sister's skirt, feeling the smooth roundness of her arse beneath. Clara's gasp and sudden gentle convulsion gave me a very clear idea of what had just happened.

Alexandria had just slipped her fingers into her twin sister's pussy.

The twisted agony of confusion was plain on Clara's face. The disgustingness of the situation, the revulsion at touching and being touched by her own flesh and blood. And yet, the stiffness of her sister's fingers, filling her moistening pussy, gently toying with her within was already starting to send waves of pleasure through her body.

A few seconds of strained gasping later, Clara remembered what was at stake. Desperate not to quicken her sister's arousal to her own level she tore apart Alexandria's blouse, buttons flying across the room, to expose her full, heaving breasts tightly wrapped in her frilly red bra.

A moment of shock on Alexandria's face passed, before she too flung her hands up towards her sister's chest to tear open her blouse. Engaged in a constant war to up the other's arousal, Alexandria went one step further, pulling her sister's chest in close to hers and reaching behind to unclip the white bra to let the full sets of bare tits fall free with a bounce. A shocked gasp and pointed nipples the sign of her Clara's surprise at her sister's baring of her naked chest.

The shock passed quickly and Clara too reached round her sister's back, releasing the clip of the red bra to allow the identically heavy and round breasts of her twin bounce free themselves. Grimacing for a second as if to steel herself against the horror, she lowered her face towards her sister's naked tits before bringing her lips forward to meet the stiff brown nipple standing proudly from her sister's olive breast.

Alexandria gasped, flinging her head back with an aroused moan as her sister's tongue gently suckled on her sensitive nipple, ripples of awkward arousal shuddering from her naked chest.

Feeling the arousal building again, knowing what would happen to her if she was the first to cum, Alexandria took a drastic step. Grabbing her sister by the shoulders she spun her round, releasing a yelp of shock from Clara, and flung her down onto my bed, her large breasts bouncing from the force.

Clambering atop her sister's prone body, Alexandria soon returned the favour, bringing her own mouth down to one pointed nipple, and her fingers up to the other, gently rolling it between them. Her other hand slunk up her sister's legs, creeping back up the skirt and yanking her tights and knickers down in one swift movement before once again slipping the fingers of her other hand into her sister's now loudly wet pussy.

The effect on Clara was staggering. Such intense stimulation from her sister's mouth and fingers was sending her body into convulsions of agonising pleasure as the waves of arousal crashing through her shuddering, quivering body.