The Grayson Twins (Part Two)

Billy struggles with all the strength he has to escape from her grip, but as hard as he fights his entire body is no match for her fingers, even the smallest of which is larger than his entire leg.

Victoria smiles down at her little captive as she holds him down against the smooth skin of her upper thigh. He looks up at her huge, green eyes with a mix of awe and terror. Her gaze is affectionate in a way that’s strangely cold; the kind of affection that one offers to a dog or a cat. It’s clear that she likes him, but on a visceral level that turns his stomach, he doesn’t feel liked… He feels like prey.

She gently pets the side of his face with her pinkie finger.

“Mmm,” she sighs, casually examining the fingernails on her other hand. “What am I gonna do with you? Tsk tsk. Such a bad little pet.”

“Let me go!” he says.

All she has to do is raise her eyebrows and his voice trails off, his blood running cold.

“You must be confused, pet. Did you think I was actually asking you?”

He hesitates. His throat has gone dry.

“Speak,” she commands him.

“I um… yes…” he manages to squeak out.

She pinches the back of his shirt between her fingers and lifts him up to her face, dangling him by his shirt. With all of his weight on the shirt, the collar digs painfully into his throat and the sleeves dig into his armpits.

“You know, turning you into a little doll is just one of, like, a million things I could do to you. Let’s see… I could turn you into a toe ring and just keep you on my toe forever. Or, like… Ooh, you would also make a cute belly button ring! So many fun options!”

Billy gulps, his face going pale.

“So like, do you think your little outburst was smart, little guy?” She speaks with almost a sweet condescension, as if addressing a child.

He shakes his head.

She surprises him by breaking into a cheerful smile. “That’s right! Good boy. Now,” she says as she puts her bright red fingernail under his chin. She presses its sharp edge into his throat like a huge blade, not quite hard enough to hurt. “Why am I not interested in your opinion? Can you tell me?”

He stares up at her in dumb silence, his mind going blank. She’s still dangling him by the back of his shirt. He feels like a puppy being held up by the scruff of his neck.

She sighs, leans back on the bed, examining her fingernails on her other hand again. Then her eyes flick over to him again. “Here’s a hint. What are you?” After a moment she chuckles cruelly. “Because you’re definitely not a person anymore.”

Another long moment passes and finally Regina’s exasperated voice interjects from over by the dollhouse. “Ugh, you’re a toy! Obviously.”

Victoria smirks. “You know, I was actually gonna say pet, but I think you’re right Regina.” Looking Billy up and down, she cocks her head to the side as if thinking something over. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna have to demote you to “toy.” Sorry little guy!”

He scowls at her, which only prompts her to smirk.

“Aww, does that make you mad? Do you miss being mister big alpha male? That’s cute.”

“Wow, he’s really moving down in the world today,” Regina chimes in mockingly. “I mean, he could have been your boyfriend, and now he’s like, not even smart enough to be your pet. Silly boy.”

“So. What are you?” Victoria asks him calmly, as if patiently explaining to a belligerent child why he needs to apologize. “Say it.”

Rage swells up in Billy’s chest and finally he finds his voice.

“I’m not your god damn toy you fucking bitch! You two are such spoiled brats! Let us go right now and… wait, what are you… What are you doing?!”

Victoria suddenly lifts him up above her face and tilts her head back, then slowly lowers him towards her smiling lips, still dangling him by the back of his shirt. Laughing cruelly at his increasing panic, she licks her lips and then opens the huge wet cavern of her mouth, continuing to slowly lower him into it.

“Wait, what are you… Stop! Wait, please!” He flails his arms and legs wildly, his eyes wild with the visceral fear of an animal that’s about to be eaten alive. She doesn’t answer his pleas for mercy, just keeps laughing. When his waist passes the threshold of her lips, her massive tongue emerges to snake around his body, squeezing him in its soaking wet embrace and gently tugging him deeper into the humid darkness behind her teeth.

He manages to get a grip on her lower lip with one hand, desperately clinging to it, terrified of sliding back towards her throat. She slides a fingernail under his tiny fingers and effortlessly flicks them off. With that, he slides all the way into her mouth and watches with horror as her lips close above him, sealing him in the soaking wet darkness inside her mouth.

His heart pounds in his chest as he’s tossed around in the disorienting wash of saliva inside Victoria’s mouth. He can feel the vibration of her giggling as she toys with him with her tongue, swishing him around. Occasionally he manages to snatch a gasp of stale, chokingly humid air.

Then, just when he’s becoming really desperate for breath, suddenly he finds himself tumbling out into blinding light. He lands on the bouncy surface of the bed, absolutely drenched in her saliva and unable to see anything through the thick film of it that remains on his face. He coughs up a mouthful of Victoria’s spit and takes a huge gasp of air, on his hands and knees.

Finally, he manages to wipe the saliva out of his eyes and blink them open to look around. He finds himself between Victoria’s huge, smooth thighs. Her sheer black stocking-clad feet are dangling slightly over the edge of the bed, leaving him no space to get out from between them. Up ahead, she looms over him like an enormous temple, smiling calmly down at him, watching him realize he’s trapped between the towering walls of her legs. He can’t help but notice her naked, exposed pussy in the darkness under her pleated black skirt; she’s not wearing panties and the sight makes him gulp nervously.