Darkest Descent

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14

Alice

My body was nothing but pain. It settled over me with a strange numbness, the sensations so intense it was as if my brain couldn’t comprehend the sheer extremity of it. The needles through my vulva caused searing anguish like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I was ripped apart, shredded, and bleeding. My mind wouldn’t open to it, images and flashes of torment scattered behind my eyes, but I couldn’t grasp it. He had me sinking away, ready to let my mind and body separate, become his. Just so the pain would stop.

But then Hunter shot me a smug grin, letting me know he was winning, and that he was thrilled to fucking bits about it, and anger overtook that pain, that last ebb of my self-preservation, and I lashed out.

Making it so much worse.

I froze as he studied Asher, pleading with the universe for the bastard to leave my brother alone. Asher had told me in the shower he was switching off. It was something he’d always had the ability to do. When we went through hardship, when our parents argued or things got tough, he could sink away. At first, it made me angry. I yelled at him, begged him not to go, but then I saw it for what it was. An opportunity to save him. I stopped fighting with him, stopped trying to break through the window, and I accepted it.

I told him I’d take care of him while he was gone. After firing up, screaming at him to somehow bring me along, I promised him. And I had already fucking failed.

“Please Hunter, please…”

Hunter turned back to me and I blacked out in agony when he slammed his hand over my raw pussy, the needles no doubt piercing into his skin too, but his eyebrow only twitched. He didn’t even wince. He rubbed, full palm, grinding the needles into bone and ripping such an intense pain from me that the world went dark again. It would be too easy to let it sink away, but damn, I wanted to. Wanted to go. Not exist. Pain was everything. One of the needles snagged something inside my leg and I released a cry so guttural it disappeared, my throat unable to handle it. Just a desperate noise ebbing into nothing as hope burned out.

But one glance at Asher and I fought. I fought to stay awake through the torture, determined to see how it ended, what Hunter’s final plan for me was. Because this felt like the culmination of my life, so I should be a witness to it. Even if I screamed and cried, even if my entire body was alight with fire, the nerves so frayed they didn’t know where the pain was coming from. Misfiring brain, begging to switch off, skin on fire, genitalia shredded. He wasn’t getting my submission in passing out. Not for as long as I could manage.

Hunter thrust a finger into me, dodging needles to shove his way inside. “Mm, she’s wet,” he commented, looking over his shoulder at Asher, who was watching with a sort of forlorn vacancy. “Do you think it’s blood or pussy juices?” Asher didn’t reply. “Do you want to get in there with your tongue and find out?”

“No!” I whined. “No, no, no…”

When Hunter yanked his fingers away. He had to pull hard because of the obstructions, and some of the needles went with him, imbedded in his palm. He laughed at the sight, ripping each needle free one by one, before throwing them across the room and smearing his bloody hand all over my face, shoving his fingers into my mouth so deep I gagged.

My begging weakened, and it wasn’t only for Hunter, for my life, for the pain to stop. It was for Asher to return to me, for him to make a break for it or kill this bastard. I tried to catch his eye, to show him how deeply he was needed now, how much I depended on him to come back and fight with me. For me. But he still only observed, his breathing fast, but his body relaxed. Standing a few feet away with a passive face. How could he? How was that possible? How was it fair that I hadn’t gained that skill, too? Despite not wanting him to face this hell, doing it alone was beyond my capabilities.

“I need a piss,” Hunter said, returning my attention to him, stepping away from me and undoing his fly. He paused there though, then seemed to think better, pulling his shirt over his head and yanking his pants off altogether, so he was standing before me naked, his cock semi-hard, thick against his thigh. He gave himself a tug and walked closer, making me realize what he’d said with a jolt. My skin turned cold, my veins icy.

“No, please…” I started, but it was futile. Of course it was.

He shrugged. “Need to sterilize these wounds, pretty thing. Don’t want you to rot down here. And look at the mess you’ve made of yourself.” He looked down my body and shook his head, then grasped his cock in his hands and aimed at my destroyed pussy. He groaned as he let himself loose. The first drops of his piss on my skin had me screaming until my throat was raw. The stinging and aching pain had my legs scrambling to get away from him. It was fucking impossible though, and after struggling for a few seconds, I did nothing but allow it to happen, allow him to degrade me further. It couldn’t get much worse, anyway. I just sagged and waited it out. Maybe this was the moment my brain went poof?

Hunter’s urine streamed over my shocked pussy and poured down my legs, the stinging making the corner of my vision go white, like I was seeing a light, maybe dying… passing out at least.

“Asher,” Hunter’s voice broke through, goading and playful, yanking me back. “She needs more.”

I wasn’t aware of Asher moving or stripping, and definitely not aware of any protesting coming from him. No. As Hunter’s stream began to slow, Asher’s started. We’d guzzled water from the shower, so he had plenty to wash over me. I didn’t want to know how it would burn if it was a strong, dark piss. This was bad enough. This was soul-destroying. Humiliating and defeating. My body became just pain.

I locked away the small part of my brain still wanting to protest, holding it close like it was a precious entity, and let them do what they wanted to. What they had to.

“Oh, take a look at this,” Hunter said, and when I didn’t, he dug his thumb into my eye, forcing my eyelids apart. He was jacking Asher’s cock as the piss squirted from it, running the liquid up and down his shaft. “He’s getting hard. See, bad twin? He’s enjoying himself.” Hunter glared at me and all I saw was a demon. “Shall we give him a hole to fuck?”

“Please don’t,” I cried, seeking out my brother. He still appeared blank, the only real sign of life in him in his penis, which was thickening at pace with Hunter’s touch. The flow of his urine ebbed away, and Hunter crouched down, making both me and Asher gasp when he sucked a still-wet Asher’s cock into his mouth.

My eyes didn’t stray from the way this powerful beast looked on his knees, his jaw stretching to accommodate Asher’s shaft as he bobbed up and down, squeezing and groaning. He released Asher with a pop and looked up at him with hooded, horny eyes. Asher stroked his fucking hair.

My brother stroked the hair of the man who had stabbed needles into my vagina and pissed all over it. Nausea roiled through me at the sight. Desperation. Was I ever escaping from this? Was this where it all ended? When I cried out, Hunter looked back at me and stood.

“That’s all the lube you’re getting,” he said coldly, then pinched my nipple until I begged for mercy. He glanced at Asher from the corner of his eye. “Fuck her ass. ”

In that instant, everything in me clenched. This was too much, too far. If Asher did this… if he could walk around me and force his cock into my ass after all I’d already been through… I— I think it would kill me.

But he did. He nodded and took careful steps around my body to avoid the piss and blood pooling at my feet. It was pinkish, splashing under my unsteady soles.

And he really didn’t fucking hesitate. He didn’t. No, he spread my cheeks and notched his cock at my virgin ass. My entire being, my soul, was breaking, growing limp. Even when Hunter stood in front of me and lifted my legs up to straddle his waist, the needles shifting and stinging, the fight withered. It just withered.

With Hunter’s fingernails digging into my thighs to hold me aloft and open, and Asher’s spreading my ass cheeks wide, tears flowed from me. Asher pushed in, the saliva from Hunter nowhere near enough to prevent it from burning. No prep, no lube, only unimaginable pain as my brother ripped his way into my body. Something tore, of that I’m sure, but he didn’t stop. He just kept going. Shoving in, inch by inch, while Hunter encouraged him and stroked my cheek, muttering to both of us like we were doing it for him. It felt like sandpaper scratching and forcing its way up into me .

Asher was his puppet. But Hunter would never get that from me.

I felt every inch of Asher’s cock with each movement he made, my muscles tried to clench around him, to expel him, and even when he bottomed out, his hips touching my ass cheeks, I still struggled, desperate to stop him. The presence was so unwelcome, the friction unbearable. There was no pleasure here. Only the pain of rape and force. I breathed deep, long sucks of air to get through it.

“Fuck her, beautiful boy,” Hunter muttered, then leaned over my shoulder, tugging Asher’s mouth to his. They kissed by my ear, slurping and sucking so dirty as Asher moved, thrusting his hips to force his cock in and out. The friction made it almost impossible for him to move – how could it even bring him any pleasure, anything but the rough agony of rubbing dry flesh to dry flesh.

I ignored their moans, tried to take myself away like Asher could. It didn’t work though, and I endured every single second of the pain and degradation, the horror. I sunk to the bottom, unable to even care about clawing my way out as my body set on fire with suffering.

“I need in there too,” I heard Hunter say, and when I stiffened, he laughed, pulling away from Asher and kissing my cheek, biting my ear. “Don’t worry, I’m not a monster. I’ll use lube when I help stretch out your ass with a second cock. I want you to recover, you see. So we can rip you apart all over again.”

He couldn’t—

My legs fell to the floor, and I shrieked in pain when everything moved, the needles, Asher’s cock. As a cocky Hunter strode across the room, Asher’s hand roamed my body, and his mouth came down on my neck. He squeezed my tits, plucked at my nipples, and licked my earlobe. Hunter left the door open as he ascended the stairs beyond it. But it was damned hopeless to expect Asher to do anything.

That. Right there. Was my first moment of genuine despair. True giving up.

“Try to enjoy it,” Asher told me. “It’s so much easier if you do.”

A wet laugh fell from me. “Touch my clit,” I demanded of him, needing him to see, to witness what was happening to me. He’d observed it all, but I wanted him to wake up, to touch the pain down there and realize just how fucking far we’d fallen. I wanted my Asher back. Not this zombie Hunter had turned him into.

Asher obliged, flinching away in pain when his fingertip prodded a needle.

“Do it,” I insisted. “Make me come by rubbing my clit. I dare you. ”

“I… I can’t.”

Hunter tutted as he returned, a tub of fucking vanilla ice cream in his hand. The condensation settled on his skin, and he winked as he pulled the lid off. “How do you think this will feel on abused flesh?” he asked the room. Neither of us answered. It didn’t seem like the question was for anything but his own amusement. “Let’s find out.”

I watched outside of my body as he slathered the cold ice cream on his cock, frowning when most of it dripped to the floor. He commanded Asher to lift my legs, like he’d done before, and he crouched down.

Icy fingers probed inside me, pushing in along with Asher’s cock. My muscles had almost fucking given out at this point, and though I clenched in shock, it was all weak. I was weak. Pathetic. Degraded down to my marrow.

Hunter shoved globs of ice cream into me, making Asher shiver at the sensation. Then he stood, pressing his cock against my brother’s.

“This is going to sting,” he told me, then with none of the care I was owed, he forced himself in. His entire shaft, ripping into my ass, tearing and shredding, making me scream, though my voice was almost gone now.

Another round of the most intense pain, my body alight, burning, dying. More that I didn’t know was possible. Hunter didn’t let up, he fucked me hard, slamming into me again and again, forcing his way deep inside as Asher only stood there, the friction from Hunter’s cock doing all the work for him.

It felt as if my internal organs were going to fall out, like I was at death’s door. Finally.

The fog was welcome this time, the descent into my brain, into oblivion. I would take it. End my life if I could, sink away, float from my body and all they were doing to it.

“I’m gonna cum,” Hunter groaned, and as his cock pulsed cum into me, I heard Asher explode behind me, too. Their moans and sighs of pleasure were distant to me, far off. They remained in my body for a minute longer, and that was all I was. Two cocks, stretching my ass beyond any reason with no preparations or care.

It was only when they pulled out that I woke a fraction. Only when Hunter stepped away and gazed at us with an expression of pure love that I endured a trickle of anger again. Emotions working their way back in, fighting and clawing and battling with the pain trying to sink me.

And when Asher stumbled away, gasping and crying, my mind was back fully. I listened to the sound of my brother vomiting while looking Hunter square in the eye, not promising death, but begging for oblivion .

Hunter smiled. “You see?” he said, before glancing up. I tried to follow his gaze, to find whatever it was he was performing for. “He’s mine now - look at what he did.” Hunter’s eyes squared on to me again, alive with excitement and darkness. “You’re on your own. Give yourself over to save any more trouble.”

I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I shook my head. I didn’t know if I would be able to protect myself from the oblivion. In fact, I felt it rushing over me, clawing as it tried to get in. Knowing Asher was broken by what he’d done, knowing that even he had been destroyed, unable to protect himself in the best way he knew how?

What was the point in staying?