Page 15 of Darkest Descent

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.

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