The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

“Tunnel,” Dominic said again. “The tunnel.”

I didn’t understand and could barely concentrate with Gwenneth’s tongue buried inside me, still wiggling around, cleaning me completely.

“They know,” Dominic said. “About the tunnel.”

The tunnel. What tunnel? Wait, shit. The tunnel.

I tried to pull off of her but she pulled me harder into her mouth, then licked up and tried to tongue my ass.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I yelled as I sat up, leaned back, and punched her right in the fucking cunt.

She howled and I lifted off her face, pulling my pants up, and rushing to Dominic. But Gwenneth was fast. She was on me, reaching around and grabbing my tits. She yanked me back and threw me again into what was left of the destroyed mirror. I recovered quickly but her fist drove into my mouth and rocked my head back. I bounced off the wall and tumbled to the ground.

“They know about the tunnel,” Dominic repeated.

“No,” Gwenneth said. “It wasn’t me. It’s not my fault.”

The tunnel. They were torturing Dominic for information. They came to our community to find a backdoor, an easy way for the Venenum to hurt us. The tunnel was our secret way through the mountain and down to the lower land, where we could run vehicles up and down the mountain to get supplies and food without being detected by the enemy. Dominic had told them about the tunnel.

“My teeth,” Dominic said.

I looked over at the bed and saw his mouth open. I hadn’t noticed when he’d been sleeping but one of his teeth was missing, a gaping hole where it should have been, red and raw at the gums.

“You insane fucks!” I yelled as I rushed at Gwenneth.

“It wasn’t me. Roscoe’s forcing me!” she yelled.

I didn’t care.

I reached her and threw myself at her, claws ready, as I scratched across her face. Bloody gashes opened and she toppled backwards over the bed, rolled, and smacked her head against the window, breaking the glass.

The door burst open and Pike stood in the room, his chest heaving up and down, a lead pipe in his hand. I wanted to run to him and throw my arms around him. He’d come for me.

“The fuck is this?” he asked.

“They’re torturing Dominic. Ripping out his fucking teeth,” I yelled. “I told you.”

“They’re what?” he asked.

“I told you something wasn’t right!”

He looked at me and must have been confused seeing my bare tits, my unbuttoned pants, and my bloody hand. I was a mess.

“It’s Roscoe,” Gwenneth said. “He’s with the Venenum. He took me from my people and forced me to fuck him. His friends fucked me every night and day. I was a slave. They told me if I didn’t come here and do this they’d kill me. I was so afraid.”

Gwenneth fell to her knees on the floor, shaking. She curled up into a ball, naked, and sobbed.

Pike made his way over to me, pulled off his shirt, and slid it over my head. He wrapped his massive, ink stained arms around me and held me tight. I buried my face in his chest and wanted to cry the way Gwenneth was. I was ashamed at what I’d done. At my desire for her.

“I’m here, baby,” Pike said. “I’m here. You’re fine now.”

“They know about the tunnel. The travel tunnel. They…I mean…I guess Roscoe tortured Dominic for that info.”

“Where’s Roscoe?” Pike asked.

His heavy boots thumped across the floor as Roscoe walked through the door carrying a bucket.

“I got the ice,” he said. “This should numb him up a bit.”