Darkest Descent

Warning: This is a very graphic depiction of pedophiliac rape. If you do not like that sort of thing, skip this and wait for the next chapter.


"Come here boy, let me take a better look at you. My eyes aren't as good as they used to be."

A small boy, maybe no older than eleven or twelve, looked up with wide doe brown eyes. He was a slender thing with barely any meat on his young bones. It was more than obvious that he had missed more than a few meals in his life. The clothes he wore, a simple servant's uniform, barely stayed on his body. Each time the boy moved the shirt would slip down his shoulders and the pants barely managed to cling to his narrow little hips.

The child, as all children were, was hesitant. What child would not be hesitant when in the presence of a stranger? The man sitting behind the large cherry wood desk did not look like a bad man. In fact, he looked a little like Santa Claus. The same white beard. The same large belly. The only difference was that this man wore an expensive white suit and wore thick black glasses. This man was not as old as Santa Claus either.

"Well, what are you waiting for? There's no need to be afraid. This is a place where children can be happy and play. Aren't you enjoying the toys I gave you?" the man (the boy only knew him as Mister) asked, sounding a little impatient as he rose from his chair.

The little boy stared down at the toys scattered about his feet. Legos. Little green army men. Action figures of heroes he did not know the names of. All of these were toys from the Old World. They had no business in this world, but as the merger of worlds began, more and more of these types of things were becoming familiar.

"I don't know how to play with these toys,” the boy said in a quiet, timid voice.

Mister laughed a hearty booming laugh as he crossed the short distance between himself and the boy.

"Oh that's right. In this world, you play with wooden toys and things like that. I would have thought a child like you would be fascinated with something like this, but then again, you are a Doushe...such backwards creatures."

The boy shuddered at that word. Doushe. It was one of the many words that the people from the Old World used to describe his people.

The Doushe were a group of beings from the New World that could be recognized by two distinct traits. All the people of the Doushe tribe were born with darkened skin and silver hair. The color of their darkened skin varied from person to person, and depended heavily on whether or not they were of "pure" blood. Not to be confused with the dark skinned people of the Old World, all Doushe had light crimson colored eyes.

This boy carried the features of a Doushe. His skin was a light caramel color, suggesting that he was of mixed heritage; but the silvery blond hair and crimson colored eyes gave him away for what he really was.

"I-I like them..." the boy stammered, staring down at his feet.

There was something about the boy's timidness that went straight to the man's groin. Had it not been for his orders he would have taken the boy already.

With a sigh, the man reached forward and rested his large hand on the boy's shoulder. He could feel the boy trembling beneath his hand. Was the boy afraid of him? That too pleased him, and he could not help the arousal that was beginning to form in his pants.

"It's alright. Would you like something else to play with? I have something your kind might like to play with."

Leading the boy over to the desk, the man sat down before pulling the boy down to sit on his lap. It felt wonderful to have the boy's cute little rear resting on his growing arousal. When the boy shifted around to try and get comfortable, a shuddery moan escaped past his closed lips.

"Please boy, stay still!" the man said, resting his hand on the boy's thigh.

At his words the boy became still. It was pleasing to see how obedient the boy was. Whoever brought him was going to be a very lucky person indeed.

"Now boy, I have something you can play with,” Mister said, pulling open the top drawer of the desk.

There was a collection of New World toys in it. Small wooden figures dressed in handmade clothing. A small rubber ball that went along with a handful of metal jacks. There were cards and small bells, whistles and little trinkets; all the things that the Doushe of the New World preferred over the technology that was slowly being revealed to them.

No one, not even inhabitants of the New World, could understand why the Doushe were such backwards creatures. Out of all the tribes and races in the New World, the Doushe were the only ones who greatly protested against the merging of the two worlds.

"Can I play with this?" the little boy asked, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a small wooden rocking horse.

Mister could not understand the boy's choice, but he shrugged his shoulders and gave him permission to play with it.

"Now you know, there's no such thing as a free trade" Mister said, rubbing the boy's thigh idly before moving his hand so that he was now rubbing the inside of his thigh.

The boy made a surprised sound, a sort of squeak that Mister was use to hearing. That sound brought him pleasure, and a satisfied grin appeared on his face as he moved his hand lower. Cupping the boy's privates with the palm of his hand he fondled him idly, enjoying the way the boy became tense, before immediately trying to clasp his legs together.

"Calm down now, play with your horse" Mister ordered, moving his hand up and down against the boy's crotch. What lie beneath the too large pants slowly became hard and poked against the thin fabric. He could feel the heat from it warming his own pale flesh. "You can keep the horse once we're finished; but I'll take it back if you tell anyone. This is just our little secret, okay?"

The little caramel skinned boy nodded, and despite the tears forming in his eyes, he continued to play with the little wooden horse. Sitting it down on the desk he watched it rock back and forth. The man's hand, which had slipped into his pants, was now moving in the same motion. Back and forth. Back and forth. No one had ever touched him in this way and he was unaware of the pressure building up inside of him.

"My tummy hurts" the boy said, whimpering softly as he hunched forward some. There were funny feelings in his stomach that he could not explain.

"Shh, there's nothing wrong," the man whispered, burying his nose against the boy's hair and inhaling deeply. The boy smelled clean; like soap and vanilla. He wished he could have been the one to bathe him; but that bastard of a man had ordered that the female servants bath the boy. Up until now, he had not been allowed to spend private time with the boy.

'He's special. He is to be untouched' his boss had told him, before leaving the boy behind in his care.

So the client wanted a virgin. There was no reason why they had to be so careful. This Doushe was male, so it was not like he could be checked to see whether or not he was a virgin. If anything, they could just say that the boy was a natural born slut. All Doushe were anyway. Just like their Old World counterparts.

Wrapping his fingers around the small boy's cock, he began to pump him. Slowly at first, before starting a more quicker, and faster rhythm. He knew the little slut would enjoy it. The boy was not resisting anymore and his thin little legs were spread so wide that it was like the boy was begging to be taken. Mister never once noticed that the boy was no longer playing with the horse, nor did he notice the blank look on the boy's face.

"It's unfair, that I have to give up something as cute as you,” the man said, thrusting his clothed erection up against the boy's cute little rear; drawing a scared little whimper from the boy.

Releasing the boy's weeping cock, Mister shoved the boy forward onto the desk. It was unfair that he was not allowed to have this boy. He had broken in all the other child who had been given to him. Selling virgins might have sounded like an easy way to make a quick buck; but in truth, virgins were only good the first couple of times they were fucked. Then they usually became broken and were of no use to the people who brought them. Which meant they became returned goods, and no one wanted to buy spoiled goods.

"So perfect. It's a real shame you're a Doushe" Mister said as he pulled the boy's pants down to around his ankle. "No underwear? You really are just a little slut, aren't you?"

Leaning forward, he rubbed his arousal against the boy's ass, groaning softly at the pleasure that was wrung from the act. His arousal strained against the constraints of his underwear and the fly of his pants. He wanted so badly to be inside of this boy. Already he could imagine how it would feel to have the boy's tight walls constricting and rubbing against him. It would feel like Heaven.

"Such a cute little ass. Only an idiot would give up this chance" Mister said, panting like a dog in heat as he parted the boy's cheeks.

He knew the boy would be clean since the maids had given him a thorough cleaning. They had probably even given the boy an enema too; just to make sure he was clean in the inside too. Unbuttoning his own fly, Mister pushed his pants down, and rubbed the head of his cock against the boy's entrance.

"No, don't do that," Mister said in a gentle voice as he pressed himself deeper inside of the boy. "It will hurt worse if you don't relax."

To make himself feel better, he told himself that this boy was no better than an animal. If he was caught fucking this boy it would be a shameful act, but it would be no different than men who used a whore instead of their wives. This boy was just a pretty little substitute.

The boy was as tight as Mister knew he would be. He could feel the boy's walls pushing against him, trying to force him out, as his walls ripped and tore, coating the inside with blood and making things slicker. The boy's tears and wails of pain and anguish did nothing but turn him on more. When the boy began to struggle he lie down on top of him and pinned his arms down to the desk.

"Stop moving!" Mister ordered, snapping his hips forward into the boy. The boy was so tight that he could barely control himself. It was like a beast had been awakened inside of him.

"This isn't my fault" Mister said as he snapped his hips harder into the boy. A dark desire rose up inside of him. He wanted to break this boy in half. He wanted to fuck him so hard that the boy's insides became mush and he bleed to death here in this pretty little painted up office room. The curtains behind him were open and he hoped that the people in the building next to him would peer out their windows so they could see what he was doing.

Grabbing the boy's hips, Mister lifted him up off his feet, so that he would be at a more even angle. Pushing the boy forward, he began to thrust into him harder, bruising his own hips in the process. It felt good to fuck something this small and tight. Something in him screamed to fuck him harder.

'Grab his hair!' that voice screamed out to him.

"Make him bleed!"

Harder! Fuck him harder!"

With a guttural scream, Mister drove himself into the boy at a furious pace. His body shook and shuttered as he took pleasure in brutally fucking the boy. Each little painful cry that came from that boy's sweet mouth drove him higher and higher. The boy's body was no longer resisting him.

"This is your fault" the man sneered as he wrapped his hand around the boy's limp cock. "You're nothing but a little object. Get used to it!"

It had to be because the boy was a Doushe. He had heard a rumor that if a person slept with a Doushe they soon became nothing more than a ravenous beast. They became obsessed and insane and soon they were no better than the filthy creatures that lurked in the shadows. There was even rumors that the creatures who lurked in the shadows were people who had slept with a Doushe.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" the man moaned, as he forced himself inside of the boy once again.

With a low, bestial cry, the man came inside of the boy, filling the boy's ravaged insides with his hot seed. Tearing himself out of the boy, he collapsed back into his seat, and watched with a sick sort of fascination as a thick trail of pink tinged come leaked from the boy's torn gaping hole.

"I'll tell them one of the slaves raped you," the man said, his voice sounding almost hysterical as he grabbed a fistful of the boy's long silvery hair.

He was not finished yet. There was no way he could possibly be finished when the boy was enticing him in this way. The scent and the sights; it was all too much! Forcing the boy to his knees, he grabbed the boy's chin with his fingers and forced that pretty little mouth of his down onto his hardening shaft. The man hissed from the searing heat of the boy's mouth against his cock. Was it supposed to feel this good? Gripping the boy's hair, he pushed his head down until he was completely sheathed in the boy's mouth.

"When you're finished, I'll give you all the New World toys you want" the man murmured as he thrust himself up into the boy's mouth.

If he looked at it this way, it was no different from using a sex doll. The boy's crimson eyes were blank, he was not even responding to the things that were being done to him. This was not a child or even a human being. I t was a Doushe. These creatures were not the same as they were. They were not human. Even the inhabitants of the New World treated them like mere objects. They were so different from normal people that they could not even be considered people.

"This will be our little secret, okay?" Mister said as he stroked the boy's hair. "You make such cute little gagging noises. I'm going to fill your mouth again, okay?"

When the boy nodded, Mister forced his head down again and flooded his mouth as he said he would. The boy coughed and spluttered, getting it onto the red carpet beneath them. Had it been a normal child, Mister would have struck him for making a mess; but he could not hit this Doushe child. It was the same way a person would not beat a puppy for having an accident on the carpet.

"Get dressed now and I'll take you to your room" Mister said as he fixed himself and got up out of the chair.

The dark, lustful thoughts from earlier were now gone. It was almost like they had never existed in the first place. It was scary how easily he could forget what had just happened. He watched with a smug, satisfied look on his face as the boy slowly got dressed, noticing that the boy’s movements were slowed by pain.

"You were very good," Mister said, resting his hand on the boy's shoulder, who immediately shrank away from him.

"Come on now. I'll lead you to where you'll be sleeping for the night" the man said, dragging the boy with him to where the children were kept.

In the morning he would get the boy prepared for sell.