Darkest Descent

24. 24

24

Hunter

Filling Asher’s ass was perfect. Watching the way the drive of my hips thrust him forward, and deeper into our sister, was even better. I was fucking them both, driving the twins to oblivion with my body, and it made me question everything.

Would they have got to this point without my torture and force? Maybe if I’d just had a fucking conversation with them, learned that Asher had been in the same boat as me, I could have avoided all the distress. All the pain. Might have kept my eye intact, too. It was an adjustment, getting used to vision from a single eye, but I would endure it.

But the pain we’d endured brought us together.

I shoved Asher’s body down and kept fucking him, squeezing even more lube over my cock as it moved in and out of his ass. His hole was tight, stretching and pulling whenever I withdrew. It made me think about fisting him, about making Alice do it while Asher blew me. Fuck. I took a deep breath to stave off coming too soon. My mind was consumed with how far I could push these two - I still battled with the urge to cause them pain, to show it to the man who created us all and drag a reaction out of him at last.

My balls squeezed when I rested a finger at Asher’s hole, tempted to shove it in along with my cock, and make him cry. I pushed, just a tiny bit, and he sucked in a shocked gasp, his muscles tensing. Ah, it could wait.

I leaned over him, pecking his cheek, before smashing my mouth to Alice’s, swallowing up her groan of pleasure. Asher turned and joined up, his tongue pushing in to share a filthy three way kiss as our bodies moved together, sweaty and chasing our peak. Alice cupped both our faces, and that touch was the final straw.

Asher’s ass squeezed and fluttered around my cock as he groaned and stuttered through his orgasm, almost clawing up the bed with his hands and feet as I forced him to ride through the sensations, never letting up. I followed him a moment later, pouring myself deep inside him, pulsing and shouting as I slammed and slammed, the sounds of wet skin slapping filling the room.

Asher and I collapsed to the side, so we didn’t squash Alice, and remained there, a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. The sweat on our skin dried, our hearts slowed, and our sighs of pleasure turned into groans of fatigue.

When I built up the courage to pull free from Asher, my soft cock fell from him with a squelch. I leaned down and sucked on his hole, drawing my cum from deep inside him. “Push,” I urged, wanting more of it on my tongue. I was going to feed it to them, after all.

Asher’s spent asshole pushed out onto my tongue and I sucked on it harder, willing it to show its cherry. Fuck, he was getting fisted at some point soon. I had to. Needed to witness my arm disappear inside him. I wanted that cherried prolapse desperately, red and puffy and used. He groaned when I ran my tongue over his insides before releasing him, rearing up to dribble the cum I’d collected into Alice’s open mouth. She was eager for it, poking her tongue out as I let it all fall.

“Hold it,” I demanded, and she rolled her tongue a little, playing with the white fluid with a grin on her face. Ah, she was a filthy animal, sinking into her role like she was made for it. I loved them both bending to my will. No resistance, just lust and fucking.

I shoved Asher the rest of the way off our sister and settled between her legs, spending just a moment to stare at her sloppy pussy. Asher’s cum spilled from her hole, looking so dirty and delicious. With a groan, I used my tongue to dig for his cum, swirling and shoving inside her body to gather it all in my mouth. The musky, sharp flavor mixed with hers had my eyes rolling back. There was so much of it, like he was a fucking fountain, and I relished every drop.

The twins were kissing at the top of the bed, Asher catching Alice’s gasps and murmurs of pleasure as they shared my cum.

Grabbing both their heads and pulling us together felt natural, and kissing them, lips and tongues moving together to share all our tastes together was perfection. We were musky but sweet, heady, a little tart. It was a flavor I was prepared to taste again and again. I would die without it.

There was no going back to any normality now. Not for any of us. I was obsessed with them, could openly admit that. They were mine. We were a fucked up jumble of feelings and urges, and I knew they weren’t going anywhere.

What a time to be alive.

The tablet screen resting on my knees showed one of the many recordings I’d made of our father, scoffing at their peril and ignoring my threats. I showed them everything, letting them watch in silence, on either side of me in my bed, as I introduced them to the man I knew our father to be. Asher knew, of course, at least some of it. But for Alice, it was a big surprise. She’d described him as cold, but not abusive. Asher and I had the opposite. For us, he was a fiery man with a temper and a sadistic streak he took out on us.

Moving on to show them the footage of their torture, so they could see exactly what he’d seen, was harder. It made my cock hard to witness them submit under me again, and I grappled with the lack of shame it brought me.

“This is…” Alice said, as the screen filled with all the things I’d done to them, as we saw them get weaker, dirtier, more desperate, it was all so stark. And Daddy Samuels hadn’t given a shit. At first, it had just been the kidnapping, the starvation and deprivation, but that got nothing.

When I’d shown him the twins’ first sexual contact, he’d laughed and called them depraved. Just that first kiss, that they’d partook in with such disgust, and he wanted nothing to do with them. Forcing him to sit and observe as Asher fucked Alice’s ass, her damaged pussy dripping blood at their feet, and having him still only roll his eyes, was my final straw.

I did everything to them that he’d done to me over my years of torture, and I wasn’t finished yet. The needles. He’d driven those through my ball sack on multiple occasions when I’d misbehaved. His response of contempt towards my threats to inflict the same on his precious daughter surprised me. So I did it. I tortured her.

And I watched every moment of it play out on the screen with her nestled into my side.

With every threat I made, he shrugged. Even when I proved I would follow through, he didn’t care.

“It’s even worse to see like this,” Alice whispered, her voice soft. I chanced a glance over at her, scared I’d see hatred or horror, but there was resignation as she met my gaze. “He did this to you?”

“Repeatedly,” I admitted.

She nodded, thoughts running around in her head as she turned back to the screen. I’d promised to show them everything. Along with a way out of the house, where I’d kept all their belongings and where we were on a map, they also wanted to witness all this. Wanted the proof of their father’s involvement - or lack of.

The first time I got a reaction from him that showed even a modicum of care was when Asher kissed me, loved on me. The quiet moment we shared together where we frotted and came at the same time. That’s when the first twitch of our father’s eye struck. He noticed the shift, the one we’d both felt, and he didn’t like it. As soon as it wasn’t only torture, it bothered him.

“I can’t look at it anymore,” Alice said with pain in her tired voice, after watching him laugh when I described how damaged she was. Again, he told me to pick one. Told me to have her and run her through. Send Asher back and keep Alice. Then he’d forget anything ever happened.

Asher stayed quiet throughout all of it, but his hand was on my thigh, tensing and flexing through the harder moments, stroking when he witnessed us fall for each other. His hard cock jutted against my thigh as the footage I hadn’t released to dad played for us.

It was Asher and Alice, in the shower once they’d tied me up, fucking just for themselves. We all saw it for the first time together, and the only emotion I felt was a little jealousy because I wanted to be in there with them, too.

It was a miracle we’d found ourselves here. In just a few short days and some big fucking revelations, they were both working on forgiving me. An eye for a needle, I suppose.

I turned the tablet off, sending all the text messages, video calls and emails with hours of torture described into darkness.

“I won’t apologize,” I told my younger siblings, knowing it might piss them off. But it was the truth. Everything that occurred led us to this moment, the three of us, a united front. Something I never thought possible. “I hurt you, took you, tortured you. But now I have you. Both of you.” I shifted to pull them into my sides, relishing when both their heads fell onto my chest. Twin black-haired beauties stared up at me. They took more after their mother, a woman who had blame on her shoulders too, but I didn’t see her in them. I only saw them. Mine forever.

“We need to end this,” Alice told us. “End this, then heal. Move forward. I don’t know how we can, but we have to. I… what you did… I don’t know how to forgive it. To move past it. Not sure I should.”

“You shouldn’t,” I interrupted. “And when our dad is ruined, we can discuss what’s necessary. I don’t want to lose either of you.”

It hurt, opening up. There was a brief moment in my life when I was a young boy, when I had my dad’s love, had his attention and his warmth. Giving it to someone else now felt dangerous, but I knew I had to. I wanted to.

I still had the desire to hurt them, to inflict on them what had been inflicted on me. And I would. They were little puppets for me. But they would want it, too.

Not once did our father take the bait I’d laid to get him to apologize to me, to give me money and freedom. I wanted revenge, revenge he wouldn’t let me have.

So it was time to take the bait to him.