Darkest Descent

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7

Alice

Asher held me close to his warm body as Hunter wrapped a bandage around my injured hand. He’d left for a few minutes, returning with a whole medical kit and a glass of orange juice for me to sip - to get my blood sugars up, he said. It was oddly domestic. He still didn’t let me use that awful bucket, but I drank the juice down regardless, wincing through the pain as he dabbed antiseptic on my wound. When I offered some juice to Asher, Hunter shot me a warning glare. Asher shook his head anyway, his mouth tight.

We remained silent the entire time Hunter tended to me, Asher’s fingers brushing my upper arm to soothe, but no words said. We’d shared a womb. We didn’t always need words. There just weren’t any. I’d… Hunter had made me… my jaw still ached.

And the worst thing about it, the thing fucking me up the most, if I could ignore the situation, that it was under duress and my hand was gushing blood. I’d enjoyed it. The flavor of my brother’s cock on my tongue hadn’t repulsed me like it should. In that moment, the darkest seconds of it when I sucked and felt him shudder, my belly had warmed. Deep down, my body responded to it. Through the pain, through the horror. And I couldn’t stand to look at him now. He touched me with such open care, and I struggled not to flinch.

“How’s the bladder doing, Al?” Hunter asked, using Asher’s nickname for me as he tightened the bandage and dropped my hand by my side. I scowled at him, fighting the urge to shove him. It hurt, the need to piss. The pressure in my bladder was intense, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He smirked, and I wanted to unravel the bandage from my hand and tighten it round his fat fucking neck.

Hunter narrowed his eyes at me, goading me, and I glared back. “Get on your knees, big brother,” he said to Asher, still staring at me. “It’s your turn.”

“No!” Asher blurted, the horror on his face painful. I gulped, squeezed my fists by my side and tried to imagine Asher between my legs, his tongue on my pussy. Tried to make it pleasurable, desirable, not something to have me screaming and crying and causing untold trauma. Sucking his cock hadn’t been as bad as I thought. With my eyes shut and my sensible brain switched off, it was any cock, any man. The weight of it, the warmth, the flavor, none of it was so bad.

At least, I tried to tell myself that. When I looked up and saw who the cock belonged to, my heart had lurched. But now, my thoughts were consumed by my aching bladder, the fact that the bucket in the corner wasn’t looking so terrible… Still, I squeezed my muscles, refusing to release. The pain focused me. The urge gave me something else to pay attention to other than my sobbing brother falling to his knees, resignation on his face.

Hunter looked wicked, his eyes going heavy at the sight, at the twisted things he was making us do. “I’ll chop her hand off next time, you pathetic pussy-licker,” Hunter said, almost sing-songy, like he was high on fucking life. All his dreams coming true.

Hunter moved behind me when Asher stayed still, on his knees with his head bowed, refusing to glance up. I yelped when Hunter’s hands pulled me into his body, his fingers roaming down my torso to tug up the t-shirt, revealing my pussy to my brother. Hunter roamed, holding the fabric up with one hand, and brushing along my sensitive skin with the other, tickling my stomach, before pushing down to my thigh and scooping my leg up, forcing me open, making my pussy lips spread wider. It must have looked obscene.

“Lick, twin,” Hunter commanded. “Bury your face in that dirty pussy before she can’t take it any more and pisses. See if you can beat her bladder.” He paused for a moment as I adjusted to one foot, stumbling into him and wincing when his cock rested on my spine, already hardening back up. “If you don’t, you’ll be licking up every drop. No more water today. Just your sister’s piss.”

My eyes squeezed together in disgust, my bladder screamed at me, so sensitive and a hair pin’s trigger away from bursting. But Asher must have seen the truth in Hunter’s gaze, because he stopped looking at our captor and shuffled closer, closer, until his warm breath brushed over my pussy lips. I think we were both giving up, accepting our fate.

“Asher…” I muttered, braced wide by our shared demon, but eyes only for my twin in that moment.

“Don’t worry, Alice,” Asher responded, making me gasp when his fingers pushed between my lips to spread them, exposing my pinkness and my clit. Asher watched it, studied it with a furrowed brow. Hunter at my back, his breathing picked up as he observed, rapt, over my shoulder. “I’m going to make it feel good,” Asher finished, then his tongue touched my clit, and despite every taboo voice, every dark thought and twisted rejection, I reacted with a gasping moan.

He swirled his tongue, trying to drive me to the edge fast as my bladder made me squirm and clench. The need to squeeze my thighs together warred with the urge to open myself wider, to let Asher in deeper. The pressure was intense in my belly as Asher worked. His tongue was rough against my soft flesh, and I decided to sink. To let it happen. We could deal with the consequences if we ever escaped this place. But in here? With Hunter? It was all we could do to survive. If I focused on how he made me feel, I could ignore everything else.

“More,” I sighed, making both men groan. Asher pushed deeper into me, burying his nose between my lips and probing his tongue into my hole, fucking me with it as I lost my balance and fell harder into Hunter. His fingers were so close to Asher’s face, digging into my thigh as he held it up. His other moved upward, cupping my tit and finding pointed nipples.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, dirty little slut?” Hunter whispered in my ear, a chuckle on his breath as I shook, the intensity building in my gut. “Use your hands, brother.”

“You’re sick,” I cried, my head flopping back onto his chest when Asher obliged, moaning into my skin as he pushed one finger into my pussy, twisting it to find that extra-sensitive spot deep inside. His tongue was relentless, and I had no desire to confirm what I thought I’d seen at a glance. I didn’t want to know for certain that this was turning him on.

“Not as sick as your brother on his knees,” Hunter replied, still massaging my tit. He let go of my thigh, but rested it on his arm as he grabbed the back of Asher’s head and held him by his hair, controlling his movements, pushing his face so deep into me it almost hurt. But the bite of pain as Asher’s nose dug into my pubic bone was a distraction. The pinch of my nipples, the way Asher pressed at my clit, the unnatural way my leg was bent. “Look at him, hard for his sister’s pussy juice, flowing all down his chin. Does it taste good, dirty boy?”

Asher growled something muffled into me, making Hunter laugh despite it being unintelligible.

“Maybe he does want to taste your piss too?” he said, his voice teasing and playful as he rubbed his clothed cock against my bare ass. “What do you think?”

“No!” I cried as my orgasm began to build, the intensity in my bladder screaming as I squeezed and fought the urge to release. I couldn’t believe it. That Asher was going to do it. Send me over the edge with his tongue and finger buried inside me. “No!” I cried again when Hunter rested his hand on my stomach, threatening. The quicker the better. The sooner this would be over.

Hunter laughed and used Asher’s hair to make his face move up and down, and, finally, at fucking last, I exploded, coming hard with shuddering, wailing pulses with Asher’s tongue continuing to work me, almost like he didn’t want to pull away. He kept groaning, sucking and licking at me, taking it too far, making my clit ache and my bladder scream.

“Ash!” I gasped, trying to get back, but Hunter held us pinned together. Using his enormous strength to hold me between their bodies, the tension and sweat and fire between us burning hotter and hotter until I almost couldn’t handle any more. I was going to piss, my bladder was about to give up and flood everywhere. It was humiliating, it was horrifying, it was—

“Look down,” Hunter muttered in my ear, his voice almost too quiet to hear. But I did as he said without question, and the sight rendered me frozen.

Asher’s mouth moved to my thigh, sucking the sensitive skin there, groaning as he used Hunter’s foot to get himself off. He was rubbing his crotch against the toe of Hunter’s shoe, which Hunter had thrust between my legs at some point. Asher wasn’t just suffering through this, he was getting off on it.

My orgasm crested again at the sight of him reaching his own peak, moving his hips with a ferocity that looked painful.

“Look at your brother, so horny for you he can’t stop himself. So horny he can come again so soon. Isn’t that special, sister?” Hunter’s teasing had me wild, shocked, my eyes wide open and terrified as I watched Asher lose himself. It was like he couldn’t hear our words, wasn’t aware of what he was doing.

“Bend down and kiss him,” Hunter commanded. “Taste yourself.”

Hunter released my body and I tipped forward, letting my leg fall on the other side of Hunters, so he could continue working my brother’s cock with his shoe. His shaft looked red, almost painful as the head rubbed on Hunter’s leather, but he was so, so hard. Asher only had a second to react before my lips fell onto his and my tongue pushed into his mouth.

His groan was so deep it felt transcending, and he kissed me back with ferocity, our teeth clashing, our tongues swirling together as my taste spread between us. Fuck, sensing him shudder, his breathing pick up, the way he tensed and relaxed… it felt right. A means to connect in this hellhole. It was what our captor wanted, but we could gain from it too. Sanity. Or maybe insanity. But perhaps that was preferable.

“Ohh,” Asher gave a deep moan, then stilled, moaning and sighing as he came. I broke away from the kiss to watch his cum spurt all over Hunter’s black boot, the white liquid spurting from the head of his cock beautifully. I wanted to lick it, to taste him again.

At that moment, I wondered when I’d broken inside as I found myself sinking to my knees beside my brother, kissing him again and muttering how much I loved him. He rested his forehead against mine, tears spilling down his cheeks as we soaked in what we’d just done. Coercion, yes, but at some point we had stopped fighting it at every turn and given ourselves over.

“You look beautiful,” Hunter told us. “Look at my gorgeous twins on the floor at my feet. I think you know what I need you to do next…” He tapped his cum-covered boot and raised his eyebrows. He really was a stunning man, with his gruffness and his dark, almost feral demeanor. There was something about him I trusted to follow through on his word. I believed him when he promised suffering.

Asher took my hand as we bent down and licked Hunter’s boot, swiping through the cum as it settled on the musky leather. Sucking up the droplets before they ran to the floor. My bladder ached, and I didn’t know if I’d make it to the bucket once I moved, but I didn’t stop, I didn’t stop until Asher’s cum was gone from Hunter’s boot, until it was sparkling clean like I knew he wanted. When my tongue brushed against Asher’s, my veins tingled.

Hunter stroked my cheek, then Asher’s. “You’ve both been so good,” he told us, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body, down to a cellular level, begging for change, for freedom, for the last few days to not have happened. But the quiet part that yearned to give up the fight? It was winning.

Hunter looked at Asher. “Give me a kiss and I’ll take her to a proper bathroom. She can shower and everything.”

“No,” Asher said fast, snapping out of his daze. “I’ll never see her again if you take her away, I know it.”

Hunter shook his head and stepped back when Asher clambered to stand. “Now, you know I wouldn’t want to do that, when I have two such pretty creatures at my feet to play with. Kiss me for your sister, show her how much you care.”

Asher grabbed Hunter, and with a furious growl, forced himself onto the other man, smashing their lips together in an angry, rough kiss. I watched them in shocked awe, the way the two masculine beings moved, waging a war with their tongues and teeth.

Hunter reciprocated with as much fierceness, if not more, grabbing my brother’s chin and squeezing until his mouth fell wide open. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as they stared into his other’s eyes, speaking a conversation just between themselves.

“She tastes good,” Hunter told Asher, then forced my brother lower to dribble a line of spit into his mouth. Asher swallowed, then Hunter shoved him back.

Appearing a little shaken, but masking it well, Hunter scooped me up and flung me over his shoulder, my bladder landing right on the hard bone and muscle. I yelled out in surprise, and it took everything in me not to let my urine flow all over his chest as we walked. But freedom was closer.

He carried me to the door, before turning to face Asher one more time. “She’ll be back squeaky clean and empty in no time,” he teased, before stepping over the threshold of the dank dungeon and into a dark hallway, leaving Asher on his own. Separating us. My body yearned for my twin, the pain growing with each step away.

Shit. I knew I needed to play the game just a little longer. But I was starting to wonder whether it was a game at all.