Page 24 of Darkest Descent

“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?

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Asher

Bile.

Cum.

Saliva.

It was all that poured from me as I purged and gagged in the corner of the room. The things… oh, oh no. Oh god, I’d… my heart fell out of me with the sour liquid spewing from my throat. I’d shattered awake as the orgasm created by fucking my sister’s dry asshole, raping her as she screamed and cried for mercy, flew from me. I was disgusting, a disgrace, worth nothing but death.

Once there was no more fluid left inside me, I forced myself to look at her, hanging from the ceiling with blood, semen, and urine streaming from her limp body. “Alice…” I croaked in despair.

Hunter stepped around her, his cock slick with red and white, and he walked towards me, his head tipped to the side. The things he’d made me do…

“You don’t need a punishment now too, do you?” he asked, speaking to me low, tender, like he thought I remained lost to his words, his demands. I could be, though. It was so fucking easy at this point, life with my brain half gone was so much easier down here.

Without thinking too hard, I pretended he still had me, that I was still locked away somewhere in my mind. Zombied up, as Al sometimes called it. So I shook my head at him, wiping my hand over my mouth and gazing up at him with eyes as submissive as I could make them. Fuck, I wanted to go to Alice, tend to her wounds, and beg at her feet for forgiveness. She had to know it wasn’t truly me… fuck, I hoped she knew.

Looking smug, so damn pleased with himself, Hunter stepped closer, so his fluid-streaked cock dangled in front of my face. “Clean me off then, and I’ll leave you to it. I can bring down another mattress, fresh sheets, a pillow. I do have a bedroom lined up for you, but I don’t think we’re there yet.” He paused, grabbed my chin and stared at me for a moment, his gaze curious, indecisive. He sighed. “She needs to stay up there until I say so, though. Her punishment isn’t quite finished, is it?”

I stumbled over the fact he asked me a question, one I had no answer for, but he moved on, hearing nothing from me, continuing his discussion with himself.

“Not long now, I think. Surely not long now…” he muttered, then winked at me, jiggled his cock. He was so damn relaxed, so comfortable in the space, naked and dirty, his victims damaged beyond repair. “I need cleaning.”

My heart squeezed, but the only path through this was to barrel right on. I couldn’t rescue Alice if I was strung up right beside her. So I grasped his softened cock and sucked it into my mouth, quickly licking it clean of the metallic tang and musky salt, trying not to burst with the shame of it. Hunter gave a leisurely hip thrust, and laughed. “Christ, you two have me so spent. There’s no way this guy’s getting hard again today.” He hummed in satisfaction and pulled himself free, wandering away with a jaunt to his hips.

I swallowed down the bile at the back of my throat, the taste of my sister’s pain and my tormentors’ pleasure burning. Mine, too, mixed together on his shaft to display my humiliation.

Hunter left after scooping up all his tools, leaving naked, his clothes remaining scattered around Alice’s body. He whispered something to her as he passed, his tone cruel but voice too low for me to hear.

Once the door shut, I scrambled to her on wobbling legs, standing and cupping her cheeks to tilt her face up, to study her expression. She was delirious, half unconscious, and her eyes were cold as they caught mine. She didn’t look like my Alice, but it wasn’t in that vacant way I wanted for her. No. She was fully there. Feeling everything. Aware of it all. My throat burned with hatred for myself, for Hunter. For everything.

“Let me help,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do. Fuck him. I’ll get you down from there. Please, Al.”

She managed a shake of her head, a weak movement, her mouth falling open and dripping saliva down her damaged body. Fuck. Horror made my stomach bottom out. What had I done? “Go away,” she murmured, her voice thin and croaky. “He told me if you touched me now, even now, he’d kill you.” She spluttered a cough. “This will have… all been for nothing… He said I had to suffer here, fester until he was ready to save me.” She sighed. “Please, Asher, please go.”

Grief, unlike anything I had ever experienced, rocketed through me, tears flowing from my eyes, my nose stinging, everything aching as I brought my hands over my mouth and stumbled back. All for me. This was all for me. All I’d done to her, and she was still protecting me.

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