Page 20 of Darkest Descent

The moment passed, though, and he turned his attention to the already broken twin, lying on the cold floor.

“Gargle my cum, let me see it mix with your spit in the back of your throat,” Hunter commanded, and Asher obeyed instantly.

It was obscene, the way the white fluid bubbled and moved as Asher played with it, pushed air through it. He made a low humming sound, a satisfaction across his face as he did what Hunter told him to.

Hunter stroked Asher’s cheek, smiling too. Their tenderness was unnerving me.

“Let him taste my ass now, bad twin,” Hunter directed at me, his expression so fucking smug. I sighed, but did it, leaning forward and interrupting Asher’s gargling, prodding my tongue into his mouth.

He sucked it, surprised, and then met it with his own. As was Hunter’s preferred way, we shared his cum together, dirty and wet as it slipped down both our throats. Kissing Asher felt right now, it was wonderful, warm. He was my home, even with someone else’s fluid mixing between us.

I found myself sighing when the cum ran out and all that was left was each other. Hunter tugged my head up and away from Asher, then forced my eyes back on his.

“Tell me what it tastes like,” he said.

I squeezed my jaw together for a moment, fighting with the defiance I wanted to show him. But it would win me nothing. “Musky, a little sweet.”

Hunter smirked. “Good girl. I can’t wait to taste all of both of you, too.” He slapped his thighs and stood, graceful and relaxed, as he moved naked through the room, gathering his clothing. He reached the door and returned with a key, first releasing Asher from his ropes, then me.

Asher didn’t move until Hunter commanded him to stand, but I scrambled up right away, leaning into my brother, needing his comfort. He wrapped an arm around me, and together we climbed the stairs behind Hunter, scared and confused. This was… too much freedom. He was too relaxed.

What was his game? What did he see in Asher? His ability to disassociate wasn’t obvious. Hunter couldn’t know how far gone Asher would be.

I gripped my brother tighter as we reached the top of the stairs. It was the second time I’d been on the ground floor of this house now, and I was determined that this time I would escape it.

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Hunter

It was working. They were falling. Asher was already there, under my grasp, with a glassy gaze and a desperation to please me. The way he’d sucked my cock, welcomed my shaft down his throat and stayed hard as a rock throughout all of it… yes, I had him.

Alice was the harder one. A coldness remained behind her eyes. But I’d show her, I’d break her still. She licked my ass like she worshipped it. Her moans, the way she grabbed at me, the way her tongue plundered my hole like she wanted to own it? Yeah, I almost had her. She wouldn’t be far behind her brother. Then we could continue.

It was almost over.

I led them to the bathroom, both of them bewildered and slow, but for different reasons, stumbling as they took the stairs. Alice’s head swiveled, searching for an exit, but Asher’s gazed remained ahead, right on me. They could never escape this place, not without my consent. No matter how hard they tried. Despite the windows. The glass was inches thick, unbreakable. I had padlocked every door, and we were in the middle of nowhere. If they did get out, they’d never survive with no car. Without food and water and bags of supplies.

I’d planned this to the damn fucking bone. Years of work before I started tracking them, following them, biding my time. Yes. They wouldn’t leave here until I wanted them to. And I was almost ready to give them the run of the house. They didn’t need to stay in the basement, especially as I’d made it as disgusting as possible down there. It was just the first step.

Asher was with me already, but separating them would never work. They needed to fall together. I hoped Asher would be an excellent influence on his stubborn sister.

I locked them in the bathroom without a backwards glance, then walked across the hall to my camera room, clicking the window they were on to make it larger. Since the last bathroom visit, I’d installed a camera in the room, didn’t want to miss anything. Needed it all recorded.

Every inch of this house was monitored, but the large screen almost always showed the basement. Watching them was my obsession, had been for a long time now. It had been at a distance before, and now they were like my personal TV show. One I could control. I sent the footage over as usual, unsettled by the lack of reaction I was getting. It wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t doing enough. I sucked in a deep breath and turned back to the screen while I waited to see if this time the video worked.

The twins cleaned each other, and it was so damn erotic seeing their soapy hands run over the other’s body. They were thorough, too. After some muttering to each other, Asher slipped his fingers into his sister’s pussy, rubbing her to a fast orgasm. One of the most beautiful things about this was witnessing their depravity shine through. It hadn’t even taken much. I hoped he was happy. That the asshole getting the videos was pleased with my work. That it was fucking killing him.

Alice didn’t orgasm with us, remaining on the edge of bliss and wound up tight. A minute of her brother’s touch, and she exploded with a gorgeous groan, her face scrunching up towards the ceiling, giving me a perfect view of her features as she fell apart.

Afterwards, they hugged, pecked each other with soft lips and whispered with the shower going, making it hard to tell what they were saying. Neither of them were stupid. It was likely an intentional ploy because they suspected I’d be watching. And it annoyed me. Made me smile at their cleverness, but irritated the nosy part of me that craved their everything. I wanted to be in there with them, learning all their secrets and hearing their words. As closely bonded.

It looked as though Alice was getting frustrated, her arms gesticulating and her brow furrowing, already losing the post-orgasm high that seemed to have turned Asher into my sexy little zombie. I needed them both there, docile and begging for my cock.

Fury raged in me when Alice broke away from Asher, leaping from the tub and grabbing the wooden toothbrush holder. She smashed it against the window, again and again, though it would never shatter. Even if it wasn’t reinforced glass, a fucking toothbrush holder would get her nowhere. She screamed — I could hear her from across the hall — and started punching the glass, attempting to prise it free of its frame with her nails, just fucking shouting at it, hammering on it with fists, ignoring the pain she must be in from the stab wound. Damn, she was fucking feral.

I could go to her now, drag her away and punish her, but it would be so much sweeter to wait, to give them the full ten minutes and stroll back in. I was going to let them have their bedroom tonight, but after this, no. Alice needed to be punished, broken down. I tamped down the rage bubbling, instead setting my mind to planning her punishment. Five minutes remaining.

Alice only stopped hitting the glass when the skin on her knuckles split and blood dripped down her arm, stepping away with an expression of anguish and her hand held aloft. And the entire time, the entire fucking time, Asher stared at her, body relaxed, face blank, unmoving from his position under the warm water spray. That made me smile.

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