Page 14 of Darkest Descent

When the beginnings of her orgasm began, with shaking thighs and a slackening face, I stopped. Yanked my hand out of her pussy and slapped it, hard. Twice. She screamed, buckled forward and sobbed.

“Dirty bitch,” I growled at her, standing and looming above her, prone and naked, watching as her ruined orgasm dropped away, as I made it clear to her what her body had almost done for me. The shame, the betrayal, the desperation. “You think you get to spit on me and fight me and you’re still allowed to come? Whore. Your dirty body is so fucking desperate.”

She continued to cry, curling in on herself, drawing her knees up, right there in the shower. She was breaking. My chest warmed.

I was going to win.

9

Asher

Alice returned from the bathroom, dragged by the hair and completely naked, sticky with urine and sobbing. She wouldn’t talk to me, nor look at me. She curled up on the thin mattress on her side of the room, wordless, as Hunter tied her up by her ankle again, and appeared to fall asleep soon after he left. He didn’t say anything to me either, but rubbed his crotch when our eyes caught, promising hell.

That was hours ago, maybe even a full night ago. Time was untrackable down here, and Hunter had delivered no food to help pace the day. Despite the gnawing ache in my empty stomach and the dryness of my throat, my mind was elsewhere. On my sister, who refused to tell me what had happened despite my begging. Whatever that fucker had done would be coming back tenfold, it had to. Life couldn’t end like this. But like Alice, I’d decided to suppress my anger and pain, wait for the right moment to strike.

We had to. I wouldn’t let her die down here. Or turn into his pet, play thing, whatever his intentions were.

“Alice, please,” I attempted again, calling out to her through the shadowy room. We didn’t even have any light. The bulb in the center of the room hadn’t come on yet – which made me think it wasn’t quite morning. Alice’s breathing hitched, so I knew she was awake, but she failed to react. I crawled to the middle of the room and tried to get to her, but I just fucking couldn’t. “Please tell me what he did. I’m begging you, Al, tell me.” Still nothing, so I shouted, “ALICE!”

She jolted, but didn’t turn, so I bellowed her name again, yelled “Alice, Alice, Alice,” until my voice was hoarse and aching. He wasn’t breaking her, it wasn’t happening. I would be her strength if he took hers away. We could get through anything together.

I was so focused on her, it was no surprise I didn’t hear the door open, nor the hurried footsteps until they were right behind me. Fingers clawed into my scalp and tugged me back by my hair, dragging me across the room, making me gasp and cry out.

Hunter stood above me, his face a deep scowl. “Leave her alone,” he grunted at me. “I was saving this as a punishment for her, but I think you need a little telling off for disturbing your sister. She’s recovering.”

“What the fuck—” I blurted, wrestling myself free of him and standing, facing him straight on. “She’s recovering from whatever the fuck you did to her. Let her go. You can have me however you want, but let her go. This has gone far enough.”

Hunter laughed, threw his head back and fucking guffawed at my words. My fists clenched, and he paused, looking down at my hands before trailing up to my face. “Before you hit me, ask your sister what punishment you’ll receive. It backfired on her in spectacular fashion.”

She hit him? I glanced at her, a rise of pride warming my chest for a moment. She still faced the wall, but I could tell she was paying attention now. Her shoulders stiffened, her breathing stuttered. I returned my gaze to Hunter, and when I caught him smirking, I smirked back.

“I hope she made it hurt,” I whispered, taking some of her boldness for myself. She was always the loud mouth, the one challenging things and making her unhappiness known. But she wasn’t doing it now. “I hope it made you feel weak, if only for a moment.”

Hunter’s grin widened, satisfaction and excitement causing his eyes to twinkle in the dark.

“Oh, you’re making this so much better,” Hunter said with a smirk, stepping closer to me. I didn’t back down. Not even as he ran his fingers over my cheek, or when he cupped my jaw, tilted my face and licked a long, hot line up my neck, before biting my earlobe. “If you don’t do as I say,” he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver through me. “I’ll do to her what I’m about to do to you instead.”

His grip on me tightened, and as horror rippled through me, he shoved me back to my knees, his crotch level with my face. I recoiled away from it on instinct, fighting his grasp, but he only laughed.

“Oh, poor thing,” he teased. “It wouldn’t be a good enough punishment if I let you get me wet first. No, there’ll be no spit-soaking tonight. Now turn around, show me your ass.”

“What?” I blurted, my fear showing. I couldn’t… not that… My stomach squeezed with the thought.

“Show me your ass, little brother, or I’ll fuck hers.”

It was hopeless. Fury made my eyes water, my nose heat. Was there anyway out of this without both of us being destroyed? Hunter watched me with open expectation, relishing in my decision. Of course, I wouldn’t willingly have him touch her. But…

“You might even enjoy it,” he added, encouraging me.

A sob came from across the room, but Alice didn’t turn over, didn’t offer me anything. She was frozen, stuck in whatever nightmare he’d put her in.

So, with reluctance so intense it made my muscles feel like thick soup, I turned around, settled onto my elbows and knees and scrunched my face up when the air shifted behind me, Hunter sinking between my legs.

“Beautiful boy,” he soothed, running his hands up my thighs, cupping my ass cheeks and massaging them. I needed to go elsewhere in my mind, let this happen without it breaking me. Breaking her. I shivered when his thumb brushed over my asshole. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I might not be able to get in with no preparation.” He pressed the very tip of his thumb against my hole and I jolted from the pain of the stretch. “You ever taken anything in here?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Not even a finger when a girl is sucking you off? I know you’re not gay or bi, but a slippery finger can feel fucking amazing… it’s for the straights, too.” He stopped for a moment, withdrew his hand. “Here, because you’re being such a good boy…” A pause, then his finger returned, slick with something, probably his spit, and pushed into my ass.

“Ah!” I cried, bucking forward at the sensation. Go somewhere else, be in a dream, imagine this happening because you want it to…

He moved his finger in and out of me, making noises of satisfaction, using his other hand to roam over my body, pushing the shirt up higher. “Beautiful boy…” he repeated, and I let the words rush over me. He was being gentle. Maybe if I stayed this way, docile and receptive, he wouldn’t change. I could switch off, separate body from mind. He might be gentle, then.

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