Page 23 of Darkest Descent

Hunter’s urine streamed over my shocked pussy and poured down my legs, the stinging making the corner of my vision go white, like I was seeing a light, maybe dying… passing out at least.

“Asher,” Hunter’s voice broke through, goading and playful, yanking me back. “She needs more.”

I wasn’t aware of Asher moving or stripping, and definitely not aware of any protesting coming from him. No. As Hunter’s stream began to slow, Asher’s started. We’d guzzled water from the shower, so he had plenty to wash over me. I didn’t want to know how it would burn if it was a strong, dark piss. This was bad enough. This was soul-destroying. Humiliating and defeating. My body became just pain.

I locked away the small part of my brain still wanting to protest, holding it close like it was a precious entity, and let them do what they wanted to. What they had to.

“Oh, take a look at this,” Hunter said, and when I didn’t, he dug his thumb into my eye, forcing my eyelids apart. He was jacking Asher’s cock as the piss squirted from it, running the liquid up and down his shaft. “He’s getting hard. See, bad twin? He’s enjoying himself.” Hunter glared at me and all I saw was a demon. “Shall we give him a hole to fuck?”

“Please don’t,” I cried, seeking out my brother. He still appeared blank, the only real sign of life in him in his penis, which was thickening at pace with Hunter’s touch. The flow of his urine ebbed away, and Hunter crouched down, making both me and Asher gasp when he sucked a still-wet Asher’s cock into his mouth.

My eyes didn’t stray from the way this powerful beast looked on his knees, his jaw stretching to accommodate Asher’s shaft as he bobbed up and down, squeezing and groaning. He released Asher with a pop and looked up at him with hooded, horny eyes. Asher stroked his fucking hair.

My brother stroked the hair of the man who had stabbed needles into my vagina and pissed all over it. Nausea roiled through me at the sight. Desperation. Was I ever escaping from this? Was this where it all ended? When I cried out, Hunter looked back at me and stood.

“That’s all the lube you’re getting,” he said coldly, then pinched my nipple until I begged for mercy. He glanced at Asher from the corner of his eye. “Fuck her ass.”

In that instant, everything in me clenched. This was too much, too far. If Asher did this… if he could walk around me and force his cock into my ass after all I’d already been through… I— I think it would kill me.

But he did. He nodded and took careful steps around my body to avoid the piss and blood pooling at my feet. It was pinkish, splashing under my unsteady soles.

And he really didn’t fucking hesitate. He didn’t. No, he spread my cheeks and notched his cock at my virgin ass. My entire being, my soul, was breaking, growing limp. Even when Hunter stood in front of me and lifted my legs up to straddle his waist, the needles shifting and stinging, the fight withered. It just withered.

With Hunter’s fingernails digging into my thighs to hold me aloft and open, and Asher’s spreading my ass cheeks wide, tears flowed from me. Asher pushed in, the saliva from Hunter nowhere near enough to prevent it from burning. No prep, no lube, only unimaginable pain as my brother ripped his way into my body. Something tore, of that I’m sure, but he didn’t stop. He just kept going. Shoving in, inch by inch, while Hunter encouraged him and stroked my cheek, muttering to both of us like we were doing it for him. It felt like sandpaper scratching and forcing its way up into me.

Asher was his puppet. But Hunter would never get that from me.

I felt every inch of Asher’s cock with each movement he made, my muscles tried to clench around him, to expel him, and even when he bottomed out, his hips touching my ass cheeks, I still struggled, desperate to stop him. The presence was so unwelcome, the friction unbearable. There was no pleasure here. Only the pain of rape and force. I breathed deep, long sucks of air to get through it.

“Fuck her, beautiful boy,” Hunter muttered, then leaned over my shoulder, tugging Asher’s mouth to his. They kissed by my ear, slurping and sucking so dirty as Asher moved, thrusting his hips to force his cock in and out. The friction made it almost impossible for him to move – how could it even bring him any pleasure, anything but the rough agony of rubbing dry flesh to dry flesh.

I ignored their moans, tried to take myself away like Asher could. It didn’t work though, and I endured every single second of the pain and degradation, the horror. I sunk to the bottom, unable to even care about clawing my way out as my body set on fire with suffering.

“I need in there too,” I heard Hunter say, and when I stiffened, he laughed, pulling away from Asher and kissing my cheek, biting my ear. “Don’t worry, I’m not a monster. I’ll use lube when I help stretch out your ass with a second cock. I want you to recover, you see. So we can rip you apart all over again.”

He couldn’t—

My legs fell to the floor, and I shrieked in pain when everything moved, the needles, Asher’s cock. As a cocky Hunter strode across the room, Asher’s hand roamed my body, and his mouth came down on my neck. He squeezed my tits, plucked at my nipples, and licked my earlobe. Hunter left the door open as he ascended the stairs beyond it. But it was damned hopeless to expect Asher to do anything.

That. Right there. Was my first moment of genuine despair. True giving up.

“Try to enjoy it,” Asher told me. “It’s so much easier if you do.”

A wet laugh fell from me. “Touch my clit,” I demanded of him, needing him to see, to witness what was happening to me. He’d observed it all, but I wanted him to wake up, to touch the pain down there and realize just how fucking far we’d fallen. I wanted my Asher back. Not this zombie Hunter had turned him into.

Asher obliged, flinching away in pain when his fingertip prodded a needle.

“Do it,” I insisted. “Make me come by rubbing my clit. I dare you.”

“I… I can’t.”

Hunter tutted as he returned, a tub of fucking vanilla ice cream in his hand. The condensation settled on his skin, and he winked as he pulled the lid off. “How do you think this will feel on abused flesh?” he asked the room. Neither of us answered. It didn’t seem like the question was for anything but his own amusement. “Let’s find out.”

I watched outside of my body as he slathered the cold ice cream on his cock, frowning when most of it dripped to the floor. He commanded Asher to lift my legs, like he’d done before, and he crouched down.

Icy fingers probed inside me, pushing in along with Asher’s cock. My muscles had almost fucking given out at this point, and though I clenched in shock, it was all weak. I was weak. Pathetic. Degraded down to my marrow.

Hunter shoved globs of ice cream into me, making Asher shiver at the sensation. Then he stood, pressing his cock against my brother’s.

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