Darkest Descent

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Asher

Alice opened me up with care, spending so much time with her head down there, her tongue lapping and shoving into my hole, that I almost forgot where we were, what was happening. I craved more, was so close to losing myself in what she was doing that when Hunter shoved her to the side, reality slammed back like a punch to the face.

Shit.

This was happening now. Alice had a weapon. A tiny, insignificant, little weapon that held our futures in its thin metal body.

Despite how twisted things had become in my mind, or maybe because of it, I craved it. I needed to know. And it needed to be before this ended. If what Alice told me was true, if we died, I wanted to feel him inside me. The disgusting, horrifying man who’d done unthinkable acts to me and my sister, who’d forced a taboo out of us… in the most depraved parts of my mind, I wanted him to fuck me before we all died.

Alice could never know. But I feared she would see it in my reaction. Nevertheless, when he swapped places with her, settling between my legs and demanding she lie next to me and stroke my cock, my heart squeezed for them both. For him. God damn it. How could I be this fucked up to be so conscious of the man? To react as I did at his touch?

Hunter played with my warm, softened hole, thrusting three fingers into me and stretching, grinning when it gave easily. I’d never wanted anything buried in me before, never considered being fucked by a man, but here, with him, I craved it. And when he notched his cock against me, it was my movement that drove him inside. A shove of my hips down, and he breached my body. I whimpered, surprising everyone in the room with my eagerness. Alice looked accepting, and she continued to stroke my shaft, nodding an almost imperceptible amount.

Tensing increased the pain of his entry, so I forced myself to relax and he cooed and coaxed himself inside. The intimacy, the sensation of being breeched, and how my sister’s hand never stopped working me all set me on fire. Each touch was more intense because I knew how wrong it all was. Alice, my sister. Hunter, my captor. Neither of their touches should be so welcome.

“Good boy,” Hunter groaned when his hips touched my ass. “Perfect boy,” he told me when he moved back, the drag of his cock intense as it passed over what I could only assume was my prostate. Delicious aches rocketed through me, made my balls throb. Fuck. What a way to die.

Hunter’s eyes were hard on mine, questioning, curious. His hands roamed up and down my legs, curving them around my ass, up behind my knees, and down to my inner thighs, before meeting Alice’s touch on my balls, joining her in jacking me off.

He stared at her, never pausing his rhythm as my body bounced for him. He grunted, huffed, eyes burning into her. Like he knew she had a secret. Electricity crackled between them.

I cupped his cheek, turned him to look at me. “Kiss me,” I asked him. “Please, I need it.”

Lust overtook his curiosity, and he ripped his gaze from Alice. He leaned down, hovering over me. “You want me to kiss you, dirty little boy?” he teased, flicking his tongue out to lick over my bottom lip.

“Please,” I begged, my breaths short stutters as he slammed into me, making my ass cheeks bounce and my lungs catch. His eyes were alight as he smashed his lips to mine, rough and filthy, claiming. I cried into it, the war in my mind raging. It felt so fucking good. I wanted him to do it, craved his touch, his mouth, his cock. But all the shit he’d done to us, to Alice. How could I? How fucked up was I?

I could almost forget, sink, love him. Be his pet, or whatever else it was he kidnapped us for. I reached out for Alice and found her gone.

At some point, she’d slipped away, my plan to distract Hunter successful. I didn’t know how it made me feel. Scared. Excited?

“Fuck me harder,” I begged, whispering against Hunter’s lips. Wanting to finish this before she finished him. Hunter groaned into my mouth and obliged, slamming his hips and panting out quick breaths as he worked with his eyes wide open, gaze never straying from me.

In any other life, it would be perfect.

But not this one.

Over Hunter’s shoulder, Alice reared up, ready to strike.

If only I’d been enough.

Hunter’s eyes darkened a second before she landed her blow, and he twisted around, roaring and grabbing her by the wrists as his dick ripped free from my hole. Alice screamed, struggled and fought with him, her fists clenched above her head as he gripped her by the throat and smashed her into the wall.

Terror had every one of my muscles tensing .

“What the fuck are you doing?” Hunter growled at her, grasping the hands above her head and squeezing until she cried out. She looked scared, raging, and I hated it. So damn close. “What was your plan? To punch me to death with those little fists? Fucking idiot.” Hunter’s voice was cold, reminiscent of the villain who’d first taken us. It made me realize how much he’d changed over the course of our captivity. This man was out to kill.

Alice went to shake her head, but Hunter screamed in fury and shoved her down by her shoulders, making her yelp and cry when her ass hit the floor. I was frozen to the bed, legs still wide, staring, stuck. Useless.

Hunter thrust his lube-slicked cock against Alice’s face, and she winced and tried to turn away, whining and choking with her lips mashed shut.

“I swear to fucking christ, if you don’t open your mouth and suck this ass-covered dick down, I’m going to chop Asher’s cock off and feed you that instead.”

Did it make me a crazy person that his threat hurt my feelings a little? Fuck.

Alice’s mouth fell open and she let him shove his cock between her lips. Her wet eyelashes fluttered and her eyebrows scrunched as he abused her throat. She looked distraught .

“You’ve gotta clean your brother’s ass off so I can fuck you without you with germs – don’t want a diseased pussy stinking up the place,” Hunter huffed at her, slamming into her face to the point there was no way her teeth weren’t scraping against his shaft. She cried with every thrust, and he caught her stream of tears on his finger, shoving that inside her mouth alongside his cock. Her lip cracked from the stretch, blood trickling down her chin, but she fucking took it.

While I sat there and observed.

Even when he held her with her nose buried in his pubes, unable to breathe and turning red. I watched again. Did nothing again. Lost again.

Eventually, he yanked her away and threw her on the bed, her eyes saucers, rolling around her skull like she was half-cut. He continued to yell at her, his rage palpable in the air even though his words were nonsense.

“Alice…” I tried to get her attention, but Hunter pushed her so she fell on me, her back thudding into my front. Then he lowered himself down on top of her. He was rabid, wide-eyed, and wild.

“Watch me,” he growled, sparing me a glance. “Both of you. Watch as I claim this beaten up pussy. Then I’ll have had all of you. No going the fuck back now. ”

He shoved into her. And in the same moment, with her eyes bulging, her hand came up to his face. She screamed, hoarse and guttural. Feral.

I saw a glint of metal, and in the second where it dawned on me what she was about to do, Hunter erupted with a horrifying yell.

Alice drove the needle into his eye, grinding it, twisting it, screaming at him as she sat up, following his attempts to get away.

“You fucking bitch!” he yelled, blood streaming down his face as he scrambled back, his still hard cock bobbing between his legs as he fell from the bed and Alice climbed on top of him, not letting up, even when he thrashed and clawed at her, she held that needle in his eye, stabbing, bellowing, raging.

She was stuck in it, in and out, driving and screaming as she overpowered him. So I acted, fucking finally, clawing my way to the surface to help her finish what she’d started.

I strode up to them and stamped on Hunter’s head. The first time had little effect. The second made his undamaged eye blur. The third sent him into oblivion.

“Alice,” I said as she collapsed back on her legs, sucking in deep breaths. I scooped her up and off of him, refusing to look at the mess she’d caused to his eye. “We’re not dying here. ”

She blinked, focusing on me like she was surprised to find another person in her world. Blood covered her hand, her chin, it smeared over her body in messy splatters.

Watching her fight, I didn’t want this to be the end for us. Seeing Hunter overcome, injured, unconscious on the floor and bloody… this couldn’t be our conclusion. Alice was fighting. Giving up now made no sense. For any of us. Someone needed to pay. And I wasn’t sure it was Hunter.

“What?” she asked, distant.

“We’re getting out of here.” I grabbed her hands. “Come on.”