Darkest Descent

9. 9

9

Asher

Alice returned from the bathroom, dragged by the hair and completely naked, sticky with urine and sobbing. She wouldn’t talk to me, nor look at me. She curled up on the thin mattress on her side of the room, wordless, as Hunter tied her up by her ankle again, and appeared to fall asleep soon after he left. He didn’t say anything to me either, but rubbed his crotch when our eyes caught, promising hell.

That was hours ago, maybe even a full night ago. Time was untrackable down here, and Hunter had delivered no food to help pace the day. Despite the gnawing ache in my empty stomach and the dryness of my throat, my mind was elsewhere. On my sister, who refused to tell me what had happened despite my begging. Whatever that fucker had done would be coming back tenfold, it had to. Life couldn’t end like this. But like Alice, I’d decided to suppress my anger and pain, wait for the right moment to strike.

We had to. I wouldn’t let her die down here. Or turn into his pet, play thing, whatever his intentions were.

“Alice, please,” I attempted again, calling out to her through the shadowy room. We didn’t even have any light. The bulb in the center of the room hadn’t come on yet – which made me think it wasn’t quite morning. Alice’s breathing hitched, so I knew she was awake, but she failed to react. I crawled to the middle of the room and tried to get to her, but I just fucking couldn’t. “Please tell me what he did. I’m begging you, Al, tell me.” Still nothing, so I shouted, “ALICE!”

She jolted, but didn’t turn, so I bellowed her name again, yelled “Alice, Alice, Alice,” until my voice was hoarse and aching. He wasn’t breaking her, it wasn’t happening. I would be her strength if he took hers away. We could get through anything together.

I was so focused on her, it was no surprise I didn’t hear the door open, nor the hurried footsteps until they were right behind me. Fingers clawed into my scalp and tugged me back by my hair, dragging me across the room, making me gasp and cry out.

Hunter stood above me, his face a deep scowl. “Leave her alone,” he grunted at me. “I was saving this as a punishment for her, but I think you need a little telling off for disturbing your sister. She’s recovering.”

“What the fuck—” I blurted, wrestling myself free of him and standing, facing him straight on. “She’s recovering from whatever the fuck you did to her. Let her go. You can have me however you want, but let her go. This has gone far enough.”

Hunter laughed, threw his head back and fucking guffawed at my words. My fists clenched, and he paused, looking down at my hands before trailing up to my face. “Before you hit me, ask your sister what punishment you’ll receive. It backfired on her in spectacular fashion.”

She hit him? I glanced at her, a rise of pride warming my chest for a moment. She still faced the wall, but I could tell she was paying attention now. Her shoulders stiffened, her breathing stuttered. I returned my gaze to Hunter, and when I caught him smirking, I smirked back.

“I hope she made it hurt,” I whispered, taking some of her boldness for myself. She was always the loud mouth, the one challenging things and making her unhappiness known. But she wasn’t doing it now. “I hope it made you feel weak, if only for a moment.”

Hunter’s grin widened, satisfaction and excitement causing his eyes to twinkle in the dark .

“Oh, you’re making this so much better,” Hunter said with a smirk, stepping closer to me. I didn’t back down. Not even as he ran his fingers over my cheek, or when he cupped my jaw, tilted my face and licked a long, hot line up my neck, before biting my earlobe. “If you don’t do as I say,” he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver through me. “I’ll do to her what I’m about to do to you instead.”

His grip on me tightened, and as horror rippled through me, he shoved me back to my knees, his crotch level with my face. I recoiled away from it on instinct, fighting his grasp, but he only laughed.

“Oh, poor thing,” he teased. “It wouldn’t be a good enough punishment if I let you get me wet first. No, there’ll be no spit-soaking tonight. Now turn around, show me your ass.”

“What?” I blurted, my fear showing. I couldn’t… not that… My stomach squeezed with the thought.

“Show me your ass, little brother, or I’ll fuck hers.”

It was hopeless. Fury made my eyes water, my nose heat. Was there anyway out of this without both of us being destroyed? Hunter watched me with open expectation, relishing in my decision. Of course, I wouldn’t willingly have him touch her. But…

“You might even enjoy it,” he added, encouraging me.

A sob came from across the room, but Alice didn’t turn over, didn’t offer me anything. She was frozen, stuck in whatever nightmare he’d put her in.

So, with reluctance so intense it made my muscles feel like thick soup, I turned around, settled onto my elbows and knees and scrunched my face up when the air shifted behind me, Hunter sinking between my legs.

“Beautiful boy,” he soothed, running his hands up my thighs, cupping my ass cheeks and massaging them. I needed to go elsewhere in my mind, let this happen without it breaking me. Breaking her. I shivered when his thumb brushed over my asshole. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I might not be able to get in with no preparation.” He pressed the very tip of his thumb against my hole and I jolted from the pain of the stretch. “You ever taken anything in here?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Not even a finger when a girl is sucking you off? I know you’re not gay or bi, but a slippery finger can feel fucking amazing… it’s for the straights, too.” He stopped for a moment, withdrew his hand. “Here, because you’re being such a good boy…” A pause, then his finger returned, slick with something, probably his spit, and pushed into my ass.

“Ah!” I cried, bucking forward at the sensation. Go somewhere else, be in a dream, imagine this happening because you want it to…

He moved his finger in and out of me, making noises of satisfaction, using his other hand to roam over my body, pushing the shirt up higher. “Beautiful boy…” he repeated, and I let the words rush over me. He was being gentle. Maybe if I stayed this way, docile and receptive, he wouldn’t change. I could switch off, separate body from mind. He might be gentle, then.

I heard him slick another finger with his spit and return to my hole with two, stretching me wider around his digits as he drove them in and out. The sensation was intense, painful, and probing in a way I despised. I’d had no intention of allowing this man to force himself into my body, but I’d do it willingly for her.

“How does it feel?” he asked, and smacked my ass when I failed to answer, scissoring his fingers out to push the stretch to a deeper pain. “Answer me!”

“Painful!” I cried back, my voice wobbling despite trying to hold it together. It made my skin and muscles awash with shivers, excruciating aches from the tip of my hair right down to my toes. The small intrusion, the force, the humiliation.

He laughed as he removed his fingers again and rustled around behind me. I didn’t dare look to see what he was doing in the shadows between my legs .

“You know,” he said, the distinct sound of jacking a cock filling the room, wet, repeating, skin on skin. “I was angry when I decided to do this, and it was only your sister’s stupid floppiness that put me off.” He grunted. “You would have got this ten times worse if she wasn’t so fucking out of it over there.” He grabbed my hair, forcing my spine into an unnatural bend. “I want her to watch. To be involved. Help , even. Join the fuck in.” He crowded over me, his fist bumping into my back as he jacked himself off, pressed against me, the head of his cock touching my skin. “Do you think we can get her there? Joining in? Do you think she’ll help me rape her brother to avoid being raped herself?”

I cried, tears streaming down my face, from his words and from the visions he was putting in my mind, from the discomfort of the bend in my body. Everything went foggy as he bit my ear, grunting and groaning and panting. Skin burst, blood oozing from the wound on my lobe, seeping down my neck and into his mouth. “Please stop!” I begged.

“Say it,” he demanded, his breathing fast and hitching, his hand moving rapidly up his shaft. “Say it or I’ll make you take this.” He pressed his cock against my ass, the warm, blunt head making my muscles contract as I fought against him .

“Would you let yourself be raped to save her?” he questioned. “Say it!”

“No!” I screamed, my heart breaking. “Never! Never. Please.”

“Do you want my cock?” he asked, ignoring my answer as the tension built to a boil. “Are you hard for me?”

“NO!” I bellowed, fighting against him, my muscles strained to breaking, my spine straining, my knees scraping the floor and my ass burning from his earlier intrusion. His cock still sat there, not pushing, only promising pain.

“If I reach around and grab your cock, will it be hard or soft?” he asked, his voice dropping low, just for me. He licked my ear again, groaning as more blood poured onto his tongue.

“Soft,” I muttered. “Soft.”

His hand released my neck, and I stayed up on my knees, slumping back against his body, resting my back against his front. Weakness consumed me. I didn’t move as he roamed my torso, hands skating over my chest, my stomach, his cock pressing into my lower back, his hips writhing as he rubbed it against my spine.

I gasped, and he laughed when his hand wrapped around my stiff cock. “Looks like you’re ready to blow,” he muttered in my ear. “Shall I let sister know?”

“Please don’t,” I cried, my voice as low as his .

“Make us both come and I won’t,” he soothed, stroking my shaft, his hands warm and rough as they worked me up and down, squeezing tighter at the end. “You’re even leaking for me,” he sighed. “You’re so good for me. Turn around.”

I shuffled so I was facing him, and he pulled me closer so our legs tangled together, our cocks touching. I squeezed my eyes shut until he forced them back open with a gentle slap on my cheek. “Make us both come,” he told me again, keeping his voice so low I could barely hear him. “Wrap your hand around both of us, finish us together, and I’ll leave for the rest of the day.”

My eyes wouldn’t stray from his as I did what he asked, grasping both our cocks together and squeezing. I was hard. I couldn’t believe it. It seemed impossible, but like with Alice, my body had betrayed me. This man… he warped us in ways I would never have imagined possible.

“Sink into it, beautiful,” he encouraged, grunting when I rubbed both our heads, gathering pre-cum on my thumb and dragging it down. “Forget where we are, fuck us both to the peak… sink…”

His words washed over me, his voice soothing as I moved, my hand stretching to accommodate us both. I’d never touched another man’s cock before, never jacked one off, but it didn’t feel as strange as I thought. I let the pleasure win over, deciding that I’d already faced enough trauma. This could be another addition to the messed up pile to face if we ever escaped.

“Fuck, Asher,” Hunter groaned, his head falling onto my shoulder, where he began mouthing at my skin. “I want your tongue on mine when I come.”

“Do it,” I whimpered, pushing into his touch, the way his tongue licked at my sensitive flesh, sending shivers across my entire body as my balls squeezed. I was close. He needed to be too. Fuck, the extra sensation of his cock against mine was doing things to me I never knew I was missing. If I could just sink…

“Stick it out,” he demanded, and I did, my lips falling open, tongue poking into the dark without a thought in my head, just craving and need. He kissed his way up my neck, along my jaw, and sucked my tongue into his mouth in one hard movement, sending tingles rippling through my veins.

It wasn’t a kiss, it was a claiming. He used his teeth to hold onto my tongue and grunted, breaths heavy from his nose as he came hard. Spurts of his cum flooded over my hand, slicking us both up, and I exploded, too. My balls emptying all over both of us as I fought not to cry out, whimpering against his mouth as he released my tongue and planted his lips on mine, kissing me deep as we rode through our orgasms together. Horrifying. Humiliating. Consuming.

We stayed pressed together as we sank back down, our breathing slowing in tandem, both of us hitching a breath when I let our softening cocks loose, holding my cum-covered hand at an angle. I kept sinking, coming down from the high, passing normal and going deeper, switching off.

Hunter kissed me again before leaning away, his gaze almost warm, enough that I could forget for a moment where we were, what I’d just done and with who. He looked at my hand in the dark, then back at me.

“Eat that up and I’ll leave,” he muttered, before kissing me on the nose and standing, his spent cock dangling in front of my face, a bead of cum hanging from the tip. I watched as he tucked himself into his jeans and crossed his arms over his chest. “Eat it. It’s all the sustenance you’ll be getting today…” He looked in thought for a moment. “Might want to share some with your sister. It’s all either of you will get. Don’t waste.”

His gaze moved across the room, and with a jump, I looked over too, remembering we weren’t alone in this. Alice was watching, curled up, but facing us, her eyes wide in the dark. How long had she been with us? Observing my darkest shame? Sink further. Lose yourself .

My eyes stayed locked with hers as I brought my hand to my mouth and licked the mixture of cum off, both mine and Hunter’s mingling into one as I sucked and cleaned my skin. It was salty, almost gloopy, but not unpleasant. But the burning gaze from Alice was unpleasant, fiery, even. Shared shame? A recognition of the darkness consuming us? I didn’t know.

But when I finished, all the cum down my throat, I pulled my gaze away from her to find Hunter gone.

I’d been so lost in her eyes I hadn’t heard him leave. Our captor, our master. Sink…

When I looked back at Alice, she was watching the door, her jaw tight. Was the only way out of this through his horror?

The numbness came with a welcomed wave, and I succumbed.