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.
