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Ortho clung to his sleeve excitedly as he typed into his tablet. They were both giggling maniacally at their own misbehavior, getting ready to open up another door to go even farther into the depths of STYX, one of the most highly secured facilities in the world.
Idia grinned as he entered the information for the door they were in front of, checking the numbers for confirmation, crossing his Ts, and…
“Beep-boop! There we go! Another one behind us! Hehehe… our adventure continues!” Idia gloats as the code goes through and the light on the door turns green. Ortho cheers next to him excitedly, before a horrible alarm noise plays above their heads and the light on the door suddenly turns red. He can hear the lock mechanism inside of it activate once more, and he stares wide-eyed at it.
“H-huh? What happened? It worked on every other door. I must have triggered the security system. I-“ He pulled his tablet screen back up into the air with a wave of his hand, but when he tried to interact with anything on the screen, he was blasted with error notifications and pop ups about the security breach. He repeatedly swiped them away and reloaded the code again to attempt to open the door once more. It made an unpleasant noise at him and pulled up a wall of error codes and “no access” messages. He groaned, about to brute force it anyways, but Ortho pulls his attention away.
“….Idia? What’s that sound?” Ortho whispered, a nervous sound in his voice that made him uneasy. He pulled his attention away from the tablet, looking down at him.
“D-don’t tell me the security system I hacked into and disabled was…” His voice shook, and he looked at his tablet again. No, no way. That was impossible. He was being impulsive and having fun, sure, but he wasn’t stupid. This was all highly advanced and technological, he couldn’t just get something mixed up like that. It’d be way harder to hack into the higher access security rooms, not easier.
“I-I need to switch it back.” He stutters nervously, letting out a frustrated noise as he accesses his table once more. But Ortho draws his attention again, to his horror.
“I-Idia!” His brother stared off wide-eyed in horror towards the direction of the noise. Idia gently placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a forced but comforting smile. He laughed softly, trying to hide the anxiety that was seeping out of him.
“I-it’s okay, I’ve got you. Your big brother is right here.” He tries, but Ortho suddenly takes hold of his arm with both hands, taking measured steps away from the hall. There was pure terror in his eyes, and Idia could feel him shaking as his younger brother gripped him.
“N-no, Idia… over there. There’s something at the end of the corridor!” He says, in a panicked but hushed voice. Idia looks in the direction, and freezes in place once he sees it. The door at the end of the hallway was wide open, and in front of it was a pitch black monster. It was down on all fours like an animal, with a giant mouth full of sharp teeth. It looked like a thing of nightmares, and it was coming straight towards them. It clicked at them and strange, inhuman groans came from it. He clung onto Ortho as well, and they both slowly walked backwards away from it.
“I-it’s a monster! Ortho, there’s no…” He looked backwards towards where they were headed. The other doors were locked, and the security system wasn’t responding to any of his hacks. The only exit was behind the creature. He gulped nervously at the realization, and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“I-Idia, I’m…” Ortho couldn’t finish his sentence before he cut himself off with a scream, as the monster pounced at them. Idia screeched as its sharp teeth dug into his little brother, quickly silencing his brother's pleas forever. Idia stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground and pushing himself as far away from the monster as he could until he was up against the wall. He let out another wretched scream as he watched it mutilate Ortho, and tears forced their way out of his eyes. There was blood everywhere, and he felt sick to his stomach, but the horror glued his throat shut. He couldn’t speak if he wanted to, and he didn’t.
Idia watched as it hovered over his brother, ripping into him. Eventually, he couldn’t stand to watch anymore, covering his eyes with his hands as he listened to the cracks of bones and other disgusting sounds he didn’t want to see the cause for. He sobbed into his hands, unable to process the shock of his little brother being…
He looked up, and the creature was still there. He breathed heavily, shakily standing up from the floor. He took slow, silent steps forward towards it, and it stayed where it was. It didn’t turn to look at him as he slowly snuck forward, holding his breath. But he couldn’t help but stop once he got close, looking down at Ortho. He was already almost completely gone, and what was still there was covered in a mysterious black… something. He shuddered, quickly covering his mouth to keep himself from vomiting or screaming again. He quickly stepped past, making an extremely slow, quiet dash to the open door. It doesn’t look up as he goes, and he only breathes a sigh of relief once he gets to the other side.
It’s a storage closet, and there weren’t any other doors leading out of there. Once he was safe from the monster, he’d use his tablet to alert security of where he was, and they’d come and get him. Tears welled up in his eyes again at the thought of leaving Ortho there, but he didn’t have another option. He quickly pulled his tablet up, pulling up the door's information and putting in the command to close it.
ERROR! The door let out a horrible, loud blare at the command, flashing red and continuing to stay open. He panics, quickly typing on his tablet again. The creature looks back at the noise, whipping its head around to see him standing in the entry way. Close close close close close close close close.
He spams the button, and it continues to err at him, and he can see the creature turn to face him completely, losing interest in Ortho’s body and beginning to make its way towards him. He screamed, spamming any of the buttons he’d programmed in vain. Eventually, he just grabs storage items instead, throwing miscellaneous objects at the creature to attempt and slow it down or scare it off. A box hits in firmly between the eyes and it roars, quickly approaching the room now. Idia screams, running to the back of the room and cornering himself, hiding behind boxes and trying to make himself small as it barges into the room. This was it. This was how he died. He’d go out the same way Ortho did, and they’d both be mutilated and digested inside of some strange, horrible monster.
He chokes out another sob, crying hysterically as it hovers near the door. It steps into the center of the room, and…
DING! The door flashes green and shuts behind it. His heart drops, and any hope he had of escaping it was gone. He whimpered in the corner of the room, staring at the creature as it examined its surroundings. Then, it started sniffing. It approached the corner he was in slowly, smelling the air, and it made easy work of the boxes and storage containers he’d hid himself behind. He stayed perfectly still as its jaw came only an inch away from his face, and he could smell the stench of blood and death emanating from its jaw. He stays as still as a statue and it then continues sniffing.
With it so close to him now, he can see that its surface shifts and moves strangely, like a being that clearly wasn’t supposed to exist in this realm. Neither dead or alive, an amalgamation of multiple souls that had merged together to create a horrible spirit. It nudged his stomach and he jumped as it touched, and he started to hyperventilate. He was completely cornered and it was about to devour him. He shut his eyes, covering his face as he sobbed. It continued to sniff at his shirt, until it went… lower.
It sniffed at his torso, before it suddenly shoved its nose into his crotch. The action shocked him, and Idia yelped, which made it pull away suddenly. He quickly used the opportunity to try and make a break for it. But as he ran past it, he snags his ankle on an outstretched item and stumbles to the floor. He attempts to pull his foot free, but when he looks down to see what he tripped on, he saw a hand reaching out of the creature and grasping him. He screamed, horrified, and tried to kick it off of him- only to have another hand grab him and drag him back in with the other one that had tripped him.
He’s pulled under the monster, and he quickly comes to terms with the fact that whatever was about to happen to him, it was going to be different and most likely much, much worse than what Ortho had gone through. He cries, scared for his life as he tries to push himself away from the creature and pull his legs free at the same time. It drags him forward, forcing him to lay down flat on his back in the position it wanted him. He tried to look down at his legs, but he couldn’t see the bottom half of his body anymore with the monster obscuring him. He pushed up on it with his hands, but managed to do absolutely nothing. He lets his head hit the floor, letting out a sigh of defeat.
He felt a breath of air huff in between his clothed legs, and that’s when his panic began to set in again. Fear bubbled up in him, and Idia yelled out, squirming under the weight above him violently. The adrenaline kicked in once more, as he thrashed, punching and kicking at the creature above him. Both his flight and fight kicking in at the same time. He screamed at the top of his lungs, calling out for help as he attempted to free himself. He knew what this things teeth could do- and he sure as hell knew that he didn’t want them anywhere near him, nevermind down there! The image of being eaten alive from the bottom up played in his head, and he kneels harder at the creature above him. Terror consumed him as it lingered over him, and it growled menacingly at his display of defiance.
It responds by covering his mouth by one of its many hands. Several hands try to wrap about his face, but only one of them is in the right position to firmly cover his mouth and silence him. He whines, pushing hard with his arms as it seems to remember the fact that it has extra hands all of a sudden. To his horror, Idia feels two more hands pull one of his thighs up, and an elbow hook under the knee of his other leg, both working to both push apart and pull his legs up, splaying him out even more for the strange amalgamation lingering over him. He whimpered at being exposed, struggling in vain to try and free himself, trying to close his legs again, but to no avail.
It sniffs at his crotch, and he can feel his hair and face heating up and turning bright pink. He moves his hands away from his face, instead attempting to push the face away from him with one hand, and cover himself with his other hand. Tears prickle at his eyes as its teeth bite at his clothing, and he yells again, muffled by the hands. Both of his hands pull away from the terrifying maw, and it catches the fabric of his pants in its teeth, tearing some of it off in a long strip. It nudges between his legs again afterwards, and he’s somewhat relieved that it hadn’t managed to make much progress at actually exposing him. Until it growls, and takes another bite at his clothes, tearing more of it into pieces. He breathes heavily against the hand holding his face, and another one grips a handful of his hair, pulling his face to the side.
It continues to pull and tear at the crotch of his pants until they’re completely ripped to shreds, and he can feel the cold air of the room on his backside. It’s terrifying, and this is the point where he started to get scared of… other things. He feared for his life, but now he feared for something else too. He wasn’t a complete idiot, he had access to the internet, he knew what sex was, and he knew he was inappropriately exposed at the moment. But… this thing seemed so violent and animalistic. There’s no way it could want that from him, right? And if it really did just want to rape them, then why did it do what it did to Ortho? But then, at the same time, why was it trying so hard to access… that part of him? He shudders as he feels its breath over his cunt, and he squirms uncomfortably against his restraints.
His thoughts are racing as it stays above him, and he wonders what it wants to do. Until it suddenly shoves its face between his legs again, aggressively sniffing. He struggled, pressing his hands against it again to attempt to push it away from him, but that just seemed to encourage it. He stopped, and the thing continued to smell him there, and he couldn’t help feeling embarrassed about it. Of course, that got even worse once it *licked* him there.
His hair turns an even brighter pink at the embarrassing and humiliating experience. He nearly jumps out of his skin, and the hands suddenly tighten on him like they suddenly have a purpose. They pull his legs back even further, spreading and exposing him even wider for the searching tongue. It laps at him again, lapping at his outsides. It laps at his slit and his small exposed hole, tongue pressing wide and flat against him. It felt inhuman, but he couldn’t see exactly what it looked like with his head pinned under the horrible creature.
He squealed at the wet and unfamiliar sensation, each stroke of the tongue sending shocks of sensation up his core. The creature’s tongue pressed against him with a purpose, and his body lit up underneath the stimulation without any complaints. His legs shook at the feeling. It started off as a dull but strangely pleasurable feeling, and he lays there in horror and confusion as it happily tastes him, not keen on eating him but not doing anything else.
His legs shook as the continual pressure and repetitive, fast licking against him made his body start to react. The dull feeling turned into heat, and he could feel himself starting to feel warm down there. He huffed into the hand, suddenly feeling incredibly uncomfortable in the strange position he was in. He couldn’t pull away or make it ease up on him, and the feeling started to slowly build up in him.
It could admit it felt better than anything he’d managed to do himself with his fingers in the shower, and it was going on for longer than anything he’d done without getting tired or giving up. The feeling he’d managed to work up in himself was around the same level, but it just… kept going, and the ache in him continues to grow. It built up in his core as it lapped hard over his clit repeatedly, and he whimpered softly into the hand covering his mouth as it continued to tease his opening.
The pleasure continued to build and mount as it licked at his most delicate area, vicious teeth not even an inch away from him, that could easily tear him limb from limb. Instead, he found himself trying to keep himself from humping up towards the addictive feeling, wanting to bring himself closer to whatever feeling was waiting for him that he’d never managed to achieve before. But his fear and reservations keep him from putting himself further into dangers way, even in the act of chasing after his own ecstasy
Luckily, the creature made the not moving thing easy enough for him. He was being held completely still, and it moved down to focus mainly on his opening- lapping up all of the juices that his body gladly produced for it to slurp down greedily. Although he was personally aware of the danger he was in, his body hadn’t gotten the memo, as it gladly reacts to the sexual stimulation it was desperate for, as he was barely at the start of his sexual maturity.
Idia shuddered at the feeling of its tongue on him, and the hot, tight feeling in his stomach not going away, and only worsening as it did. It continued to rise in him even faster than it had before, and he tried to close his legs or free them from their grasp. It urged the creature on, and he wasn’t sure if it could tell he was close or if it was punishing him for trying to escape. Doubling down or otherwise, it was driving him towards the edge, whether he knew what that was or not.
He laid still as he got close to his peak, panting into the hand and involuntarily pressing his hips up as he got closer. The sensitive pleasure that he felt suddenly worsened quickly, and every lick sent sparks to his core as it desperately pressed its tongue against him. Suddenly, his own orgasm hit him, hard. He yelled out, his entire body tensing up as his pleasure mounted. He had no idea that his body could feel something that felt so good, and he let out a muffled moan as it continued to lap at him while he came.
It licked even harder, drinking up the new wetness he’d released. It was sharp and it started to hurt the longer it went on, but it felt better than anything he’d ever felt before in his life, and it left him feeling needy and wanting more. He shivered as he came down, the feeling of the stimulation still on him now feeling uncomfortable.
It gave his clit a break from the incessant licking, to his relief, and instead pressed even harder at his hole. The anxiety came back to him now that the pleasurable fog had cleared. He suddenly felt wet and cold inbetween his legs, in the absence of that heat and everything felt too slick for his liking. Idia pushed at the hand above his mouth again weakly, and to his surprise, it actually let him go. He panted heavily, catching his breath and taking the freedom in stride. He stays quiet, not wanting to take advantage of the trust he’d been granted immediately. What if someone walks by and he can yell for help?
The pressure on his opening intensifies, until he feels its tongue slip inside him. He yells out in shock, trying to squirm away, and he quickly covers his own mouth to keep himself quiet. He feels the tip of it at the entrance of its cunt, and he can feel it slip deep inside him with ease.
This was the first time he’d ever had anything inside of him, and it felt unnaturally long- definitely inhuman, like he’d thought. His pussy twitches around it, unused to having an object invading it and eventually he feels its mouth against his opening as (he thinks) it pushes its entire tongue into him.
He felt uncomfortable having something pressing so deeply into him, but it didn’t necessarily stretch him out, since it was so thin. It went in without any struggle, and he could feel the very tip of it twitching around inside of him. It was an odd sensation, though.
Its tongue now suddenly scraped at his insides, and he shuddered at the unfamiliar, but pleasurable feeling. It felt familiar like it did before, and despite coming down from his orgasm, he could still tell he was more sensitive than he would be normally if he hadn’t just cum moments before it had entered him. It moved inside him slowly, and he felt full as it felt his insides with its tongue.
Eventually, it started going at him with the same intensity it had before. Giving him full, hard licks again as it eats him out with a passion. His breath hitches as it presses deeply into him, leaving slobber to run down his cunt and down his ass. It wasn’t as easy for him to melt into as it had been for him before, but against his wishes, his body started to react to it anyways.
It made him feel hot again, which wasn’t hard since he was still sensitive. He had never came before, but he definitely hadn’t expected just how delicate his pussy was afterwards. He pressed his cheek against the hard steel floor, which was slick with his tears. He couldn’t necessarily remember when he started crying, but he definitely had at some point. The cold underneath him was striking from the heat between him and the creature above him, assaulting his tight opening.
He still couldn’t see himself, but he could hear the loud, wet sounds as it moved inside of him, slurping away as it ate him out, but it was a lot less intense than the constant pressure from before. It had a harder time maneuvering inside of him, but the way its tongue twisted and moved strangely inside of his cunt was still doing its part in bringing him to the edge again.
Idia kneed weakly at the monster above him, and it did little to help him, besides give it more leeway inside of him, and he whined at the small change of position. It apparently liked the idea of that though, grunting as the hands suddenly pulled up, taking him with it and bringing his ass up to the creature, rather than the other way around. He finally yelled out as his backside was hoisted into the air, leaving him bent awkwardly on his back as the hands readjusted to grab him again and keep him held up. He squealed as its tongue darted back inside of him, now having even better access to get even further inside of him.
It continued to stimulate his insides and rub at his deepest and most sensitive areas, and this time, it felt more intense and left him with a hot, itching feeling deep in his cunt. An itch that the creature was happy to scratch as it dug its tongue deep into him, lapping him up like he was the most delicious treat it’d ever had. The feeling grew and built up in him until he felt like something was going to pop in his stomach. And eventually, it did, becoming too much to handle. He gasped, pressing his own hands to his mouth as he came for a second time, spasming around the squirming intrusion invading his hole. He let out a shuddery moan as it continued to lick at him, new tears rolling down his face at the intensity of it. It didn’t let up, either, as it stopped feeling good and started to feel sharp. He started sobbing again as it overstimulated him, and he couldn’t push it away from him.
It couldn’t catch a hint, because it didn’t stop at all, continuing to go full force on him. He breathed heavily through his nose, panting into the palms of his hands as his sensitivity began to mount again, and he found himself pushing towards the edge again much too soon. He didn’t even think he could cum again this soon, and he wondered if that was even what was happening to his body, or if it was something else just as intense and sort of painful. He whined loudly, trying to get the pressure and the heat to stop as it continued to worsen and those sharp spikes of pleasure didn’t go away or let up. He attempted to squeeze his legs together as hard as he could with the hands still keeping him spread open, nevermind the head in between his legs, until that sharp pleasure overtook him again, and he’s left shuddering uncontrollably.
It slows down, licking at his insides more slowly and delicately now. He flinched at each press, shaking and panting at the overstimulation. He expects it to continue torturing him, but apparently that was enough to satisfy it. The hands release his legs, and he plops onto the ground without any warning. Idia is stunned for a moment, his whole body shaky and weak form before, until it clicks in his head that he has nothing keeping him in place anymore. He quickly scrambles up and attempts to crawl away from it, only to be dragged right back by horrific groans and disfigured limbs. He’s pinned to the ground, and the small glimmer of hope he had for escape disappears again. He sniffles on the floor, rubbing at the tears coating his face. He still felt sensitive and overstimulated in his lower areas, and he was afraid of being subjected to any more than he already had been.
It didn’t jump him again immediately. He’s left uncomfortably pinned to the floor, with nothing to do but dread the terrors that linger above him. The idea that at the end of this, he’d most likely be subjected to the same torture that Ortho had gone through. The thought brings fresh tears to his eyes. The only comfort he had was… he was glad it hadn’t been so drawn out for his brother. That he hadn’t been put through anything like *this.* If he was going to die, he was glad that his little brother's death was faster. He openly sobs into his arms, blubbering emotionally as he does.
One of the hands that had tormented him for so long runs freely alongside his waist, feeling his sides and squeezing his scrawny hips. It sent shivers up his spine, and he got goosebumps from being touched so softly all of a sudden. He stayed perfectly still, until he was suddenly grabbed and aggressively rolled back onto his back. He quickly snaps his thighs together, and puts his hands up over his face defensively, waiting for its next move. The creature shifts, turning around over top of him to leave its face hovering over his and finally away from his crotch. It’s relieving in one way, but it’s not a totally comforting feeling. He’s left staring at large, animalistic jaws with sharp protruding teeth. It clicks at him animalistically, sounding different than the other groans that seemed at least somewhat human, if not straight out of a zombie flick.
He could feel its hot breath on his face, and he pressed his hands to mouth and nose, trying to block out the scent of rotting and death emanating off of it. Drool drips down onto his face, and he tries to kick it away.
“…Oh god. Oh no oh no no no no no.” Idia mumbles erratically under his breath, suddenly remembering that he can speak. He takes in multiple sharp, quick inhales, feeling his heart racing in his chest. Every heave and movement from the monster above him restarts his panic, and he pushes at the arm holding him down with his elbows. It growls above him, and he stops suddenly, looking up at it. It relaxes once he stops, and he forces himself to lie back, not squirming or making any movements. He sniffles again, wiping at the salty tears that run down his cheeks.
He feels hands on him again, and it creaks above him. It lowers its front side down on top of him, pressing onto his chest and face and leaving him unable to see again or move. He quickly presses his hands up, having to hold up some of its weight to keep it from completely suffocating him. It makes him start to panic even worse, but he’s distracted as hands suddenly begin to touch him again. He feels one hand feeling up his ass, and another one pushes its way between his thighs, pressing its fingers against his slit. He presses his legs together harder, and he feels the other hand suddenly hook its way in between his legs, tugging hard to attempt to pull his legs apart. It effectively tugs him to the side, until another, third one does the same thing, and they both work together to wrench his knees apart, while he resists the entire time.
“S-stop! Stop! D-didn’t you already do something to me? Wasn’t that enough? Let go of me!” He stutters out, terror clear and easy to hear from his voice. This was supposed to be a soul, right? They became corrupted and violent, but he wasn’t sure what type of freak this cluster might have to be to do what it had been doing to him. The hand that had been fondling his cunt before rubs at him now that it has easier access, rubbing at his wet slit with gentle pressure. He squirms under the touch, jumping as it rubs against him. He was still relatively sensitive, but less so than he had been before and the hands uses his movement as an opportunity to pull his legs even further apart.
His pussy was completely soaked, not only from his orgasms, but also just from the saliva from being tongued and licked down there for so long. A finger presses at his hole and easily manages to ease its way inside of him with no resistance, and he gasps softly at the sensation. It presses into his soft hole slowly at first, wiggling around inside of him and trying to press at his sensitive areas. But then it speeds up, moving in and out of him quickly instead, which still manages to be uncomfortable, despite the tongue having prepared him already.
It felt different than the tongue had, this had more body to it and felt more solid- it wasn’t as soft or pliable either, and it didn’t conform to his body when he clenched on it. He panted softly at the sensation of being thoroughly fingered, but it wasn’t very substantial. It pressed deep into him, prodding mercilously at random spots inside of him, but it really didn’t do much but ruin the flow of the heat that could build when it was just moving in and out of him. Eventually, it pulls out, deciding it wasn’t interested in finger-fucking his cunt as much as it had been licking him. He tries to squirm away again, and the fingers holding his thighs tighten. He relaxes again, letting out a shuddery, nervous sigh.
Nothing touches him for a few moments, and he’s left confused. Idia can’t see what’s happening down there, but the thing sure didn’t seem like it was planning on letting up on him. Eventually, he felt the monster shift above him, and another hand touched his stomach. Or- that’s what he thought it was, until he realized that the limb touching him didn’t have fingers, and was much less articulate than any hand that had been touching him. He screams again, and the thing growls. He forces himself to be silent for a moment, and after a moment of his obedience, it lifts its chest off of him suddenly, and one arm from above covers his mouth, and another one holds his arms, grabbing him and holding him there.
He could now see what was going on in between his legs, for the first time since this had all started. A large, inky looking cock was resting right above his slit. His entire body tensed up as he saw it, and his eyes went wide. …This thing wasn’t actually going to rape him, right? It just wanted to lick him and touch him, right? It didn’t want *more* than that, did it? He wheezes anxiously, barely able to breathe.
It looked inhuman, too- it wasn’t straight, it was strangely angled, and looked crooked, more like a paper clip that had been bent out of shape every which way. It looked as unnatural as the rest of the monster, and either way, there was no way that thing would actually fit inside of him. The middle hand takes the intimidating looking “dick” (if you could even really call it that) and angles it towards his hole, and that’s when he really starts panicking. He pulls his legs together as hard as he possibly can, and it actually *works*.
He suddenly pulls his legs back and attempts to roll out of the hands grip above him to try and force them to let go, but they hold onto him still, pulling him back in with even more force than before. Even more hands reach down from the monstrous soul above him, dragging him back into position and pinning him back into place. His head is slammed into the metal floor, and his cheekbone stings while his ears ring. When he opens his mouth to scream, two different hands cover his mouth, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
Idia can hear voices whispering in the back of his skull, and the maw above him drools onto his face. It growled menacingly, and he could feel something prodding at him once more, now that it had gotten him back to where it wanted him. He stared into the room wide-eyed, as he waited, terrified for the inevitable. He let out another forced sob, and more tears ran down his cheeks.
The hands pressed his legs up again, and he could feel its thick, engorged head rub against his cunt. The stimulation might have been pleasant, if it weren’t for the part where he was about to get ripped in half by the thing and (probably) bleed out on the floor. He closes his eyes, utilizing one of the few things he could still do with his body, seeing as he was completely immobile now. It presses harder against him, attempting to enter him, but it struggles. It slips away from its target, but the momentary relief he feels is immediately remedied as something readjusts it, allowing it to press at his tiny opening again.
It presses harder this time, and his body stretches and makes way for it. He grits his teeth, and it presses harder, and he could feel an intense pressure at his entrance. It didn’t let up, and he could feel it slowly start to enter his body. At first, it didn’t make much progress in actually getting into him, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as it stilled, unable to get into him. Idia suddenly gasped, taking several quick, panicked breaths, sobbing heavily in the spot where he was pinned. He whimpered, and swallowed another breath of air, holding his breath once again to attempt to calm himself back down unsuccessfully. But before he could focus on anything else, it suddenly pressed hard against him, and the tip of its cock entered him quickly and all at once.
He screams, but it’s muffled by the hands over his mouth. His fight suddenly comes back to him as he squirms as struggles, but to no avail as he’s simply squeezed tighter. He hadn’t torn or bled due to the excessive amount of lube, but it still felt unbelievably large inside of him. There was an ache at his opening where it was still inside of him, being stretched apart further than he’d ever been in his life. Before he gets a chance to get used to it, it pushes in even further, pressing its thickest part into some of the tightest places in his body. It feels like if he was stretched any further, he’d break apart into pieces, but it just barely manages to squeeze its way into tiniest crevices like a peg drilling its way into the earth.
His lungs hurt by the time it presses into him completely, and the strange shape was very apparent to him now that it was inside of his body. It pressed in different places unnaturally, putting more pressure on spots unevenly, and in places he wasn’t sure were meant to be poked or prodded. He hisses at the sensation, and he can already feel his insides starting to ache at being spread apart so unevenly. It stopped inside of him, and he took the chance to finally exhale, panting against the fingers pressing into his cheek. Everything felt like too much, too overstimulating, too intense, and it was hard to focus on anything but the giant cock stabbed into his guts.
Idia was terrified for the monster to move. It shifted above him and he flinched, unintentionally tightening around the large shaft stuck inside of him. He shuddered at the sensation, and it let out a guttural noise, and he felt its hips move. He felt a wave of panic fill him as it slowly began to drag itself back out of him, scraping along his insides unevenly and pressing into his sensitive areas harshly. He was stretched to the edge, but every press was incredibly intense. It felt like his nerves were being rubbed raw with nothing between him and the cock inside of him, and it sent shocks of pleasure up his spine. It pulled out until just its head was inside of him again, and the lack of pressure in his stomach was a short-lived luxury, before it pressed forward and back into him again. It struggled to move quickly in and out of him even with the saliva lubricating his hole, simply due to how tight of a fit it was.
He grit his teeth again as it bottomed back out into him. It adjusted again, and he felt its back legs against the back of his thighs. It pulled out again harshly, this time only half way, and then quickly slammed into him. He yelled out as it did, feeling it scrape against his sensitive areas more quickly this time, and it quickly did it again. It started to properly fuck him, and he screamed as loudly as he could with his mouth covered, and in return, another hand covered his nose too, effectively suffocating him as he was violently fucked into the ground. He felt rubbed raw as its strangely shaped cock dragged against his sensitive walls, but he also felt that familiar heat start to build up inside of him. It slammed into his cunt hard, over and over again, fucking him relentlessly as he laid there helpless to do anything about it.
Idia tugged at his wrists and tried to pull his head away, trying desperately to free himself so he could tug away the hands blocking him from being able to breathe. It continued to fuck into him, though, and the added stimulation and the lack of airflow was driving him crazy. He pressed his thighs together as the friction made him sensitive, and the impossible tightness it had been fighting against before got easier to move against, and it slid in and out of him with less resistance as it penetrated his wet slit. His head spun as the heat rose in him quickly and suddenly, faster than it had either of the other times when it had been licking him with its tongue. He squirmed harder as he felt his orgasm grow quickly, and he came hard as it fucked him with quick, hard thrusts. The suddenness of his own orgasm takes him by surprise, and it’s harsher than any of his other ones had been, with little to no warning or build up. The hands suddenly let go of his face, and he gasped out as it continued to fuck him through his ecstasy. His entire body shook, and he groaned out whenever it slammed into him fully again.
He panted heavily, finally able to breathe now, but it wasn’t letting up on him. He was suddenly slicker than he had been before, and he could feel it suddenly begin to move faster. It pulled out farther when it fucked him now, bottoming out all the way into him with each thrust and then pulling out. The way his body tingled with sensitivity covered up some of the aching his body felt from being stretched to his limits. It was hard to ignore the way its angles shifted inside of him, sometimes grinding against a spot inside of him that sent sparks up his spine and made his eyes roll up into the back of his skull. He didn’t know that having something pressed there could feel so good, and he never expected to learn that from being raped by a creature that had quite literally crawled out of the depths of hell.
It thrusts in and out of him, jerking his body harshly as he feels waves of pleasure radiate out from his cunt and out into the rest of his body. He has nothing to cling onto to ground him or to keep him from being rocked violently back and forth, so he’s left to the whims of the cock stabbing in and out of him. There’s an embarrassing wet noise as it moves in and out of him, and despite the fact that it was fucking him even faster and faster, it didn’t feel any less gigantic inside of him. The thickness itself could drive him to the edge, and the terrifying size of it that felt like it was splitting him in half and left him sore from being fucked was the same thing that left his head fuzzy and made his entire body feel like it was on fire.
He attempted to squeeze his thighs together again, and the hands that kept him spread apart resisted, but it still made him involuntarily tighten as he did. He shuddered as he did, making the pressure suddenly worsen for a moment and making it feel even wider inside of him. It grunted above him and panted heavily, and it suddenly paused inside of him. He tensed up completely, until it pulled back out again, and he forced himself to relax. He panted heavily as it moved in him again, this time it had just pulled out until it had only the tip in him. He only had a moment to catch his breath before it suddenly slammed back into him again. He sucked the air through his teeth as it did, and before he could recover, it pulled back again hard, before sheathing itself completely inside of him again. Idia moans as one of its weird angles jams itself straight into that sensitive spot inside of him at full speed, making his toes curl to his own dismay.
He pants as it fucks him at full force, and both of his hands are released. He holds a hand over his own mouth as he heavily pants into his own palm. His body was sensitive all over and his cunt was on fire, both from pleasure and from the horrible ache inside of him from being fucked completely raw. Every thrust made him feel sore and left an uncomfortable, dull pain behind, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure that was building up in his stomach again and the sharp sparks of pleasure that also came from it. At this rate he squealed at every thrust, being rocked into hard and fast, as the thing fucks him as quickly as it possibly can.
Idia threw his other hand over his mouth as its cock shifted inside of his hole once again, now sliding over his sensitive area with every thrust. His pussy tightened hard around it, which did nothing to slow it down from fucking into his soaking wet slit. He cried out as it slammed against him each time, stretched out wide on its massive dick, shuddering hard over it as it violently fucks his quivering hole. The pleasure builds as it fucks him, and all he can focus on is working to satisfy that desire trying to claw its way out of his stomach. He gives into it completely, and he freezes up completely as another orgasm completely wracks his entire body.
This one makes him scream, he arches his back up into the pleasure, and it continues to fuck him through it, leaving him grasping as it desperately. It’s more intense than all of the other ones have been, and it makes his mind go numb for a second. He goes completely limp as it continues to fuck him at the same speed and intensity, and he shudders desperately as it uses him like a toy. He ragdolls, but it’s not much different than before, considering his legs had been forced apart in the same position for what felt like hours. He whimpered each time it slammed against him, and suddenly the aching and soreness seemed so much worse than they had before. There’s a painful and sharp feeling every time it grinds against his crotch, and he can feel more tears prickling at his eyes. He thought he might have run out of tears by this point, but that proves not to be the case as he sobs, trying to pull away from the stimulation of being fucked so thoroughly like that while he was so sensitive and raw.
It suddenly stops fucking him so hard- it pushes in all the way, going for short, fast thrusts instead, but each one felt like a punch to the gut that rubbed harshly against his sensitive spot. He tightened at the sensation, breathing in sharply. It was painful as he felt that same heat start to rise in him again, quickly, and he continued to cry into his hands. He couldn’t stop his body from reacting, but at the same time, he was sore and he hurt. His insides felt bruised, and each thrust was rubbing against those bruises, making them worse and reigniting the initial pain they’d caused when they were initially created. It slammed into him hard, grinding against his crotch aggressively, which made him try to squirm away as the harsh, sharp sparks of pleasure began to overwhelm him. It pulled away, thrusting into him with hard and short thrusts again, before bottoming out and grinding again. The sparks were painful and shot through his cunt, and he whimpered, sobbing as he attempted to kick it away. He wanted it out of him, and every grind felt like sexy, burning sandpaper. It physically turned him on and his body reacted to it violently, but it was undeniably painful and completely unbearable. His knees are pressed down even further, and his legs hurt from being flexed up and apart so far.
It pulls out again, and it fucks him for longer this time. It quickly thrusts into him, rubbing against his most sensitive spot over and over again, sending waves of bliss straight through to his core and leaving the deepest parts of his hole throbbing with pleasure. It presses in and out of his cunt, and he can feel the pleasure starting to mount again too soon, and even though he doesn’t want it too, he can feel himself about to cum again from the monster absolutely destroying his body.
It thrusts into him fast and hard, and it builds more and more. His pain in his slit worsens, he was sore all over and he could feel his tight hole hurt where he’d been rubbed so violently by the unnatural angles pressing into him. He felt completely raw and his nerves were on fire with sensation and pleasure. When before the pleasure managed to hold its own against the deep ache inside of him, they now both fought to dominate his senses. The pleasure made his head spin and the painful stretch and fullness of his pussy made him nauseous. He let out an exhausted, frustrated groan as the feeling in his cunt grew again, and he let out a high-pitched whine as the pleasure peaked and crashed over him again.
Idia’s entire body shook with pleasure, and the creature ground back into him as he came. It completely stopped fucking him, instead pressing into his body completely, its crotch again his as it grinded into him. The sensation against his pussy made him whimper, and trying to squirm just made it worse, sending unpleasant sparks through him. He instead stays perfectly still, whining at the feeling over it pressing so deeply and grinding against all his sensitive parts. The lack of stimulation is nice though, giving his tiny pussy a break from the abuse. Any small grind felt like he was being electrocuted, so he gladly settled for this instead.
That is, until he feels something cold start to fill him. He yelps, but he can’t move or pull away from it. The hands that had let him go during his obedience suddenly grab his upper half again, keeping him pressed down as he feels an icy cold liquid start to fill up his cunt and flood into him somewhere even deeper, managing to fill spots that its cock couldn’t reach. He breathes heavily and his head swims. Whenever he thinks it might be done, more and more liquid continues to fill him until he can’t hold anymore of it- and when he can’t, it starts to pour down over him, running down his ass and covering his thighs with a mysterious liquid. The heat in his loins is completely chilled by the freezing cold liquid that filled him, leaving him to feel like he had melted an icicle in his underdeveloped pussy. He pushed and struggled, attempting to get away as it created a puddle underneath of him, completely coating his ass and lower back.
After what feels like ages, it finally stops. He lets out a shaky breath once he feels it stop, but he tenses up as he feels the monster move above him. It pulls its cock back, and he can feel the head in his entrance. It tugs to release him, and it stays lodged inside him. At first he’s scared it might be stuck in him forever, but a second firm pull gets it free of him. More of the liquid pours out of him and onto the ground beneath his ass. His slit feels wet, cold, and strangely empty suddenly, and the pressure that had been in him for so long, stretching him apart to his limits, was suddenly gone. His body felt incomplete now, but at the same time, he was relieved to finally have it out of him. The arms on his thighs and the rest of his body all let him go at once, letting him fully collapse to the ground. He closes his legs, finally able too, but he almost feels like they’ve been permanently bent into a spread position, as it’s incredibly hard to pull them back together.
The room spun around him as the creature stepped away from him. There was a thought in the back of his head, a horrifying one, that said that now it was done with him, it would mutilate him and kill him like it had done with Ortho. But as he watches it, still laying on the ground, as it steps away from him. It sniffs his crotch again, before giving a satisfied(?) grunt, and completely turns away from him. He waits, completely frozen in place, as he watches it walk away like it wanted nothing to do with him. He felt like he wasn’t in his body anymore as it walked up to the door, breaking it down like it was nothing and leaving. He waits patiently for it to come back and eat him, or kill him, or really, put him out of his misery. To finish the job. It had too. He knew it would. He’d seen what it had done to his little brother, and he knew it would do the same thing to him.
It didn’t.
Idia blacked out there. Despite the fact that there had been a major security breach, in the amount of time he’d been passed out, nobody had managed to locate him. When he had woken up, he saw that the liquid it had injected into him was a pitch black sludge that had thickened on his skin. His entire body hurt, he was freezing cold and his legs were practically numb. He could barely manage to sit up, and standing was an even bigger challenge.
He stumbled out through the giant hole in the door, using the walls as support and limped back to his room. He stopped in front of his door, typing in a few codes into his tablet that easily made it open without the security systems trying to override his code. He shivered, covering himself up with his arms as he re-locked his door. He wasn’t sure if they could track if the door had been opened since he’d hacked it- it wasn’t something he had checked, or was able to check originally. His main intention was just opening the door, the rest wasn’t important. …Or, it wasn’t back then. He had never thought that there’d be a situation where he’d need to get back in. If he got in trouble, they would have brought him back anyways. But… he didn’t think they’d be in danger.
The door shut with a loud metallic click, and he could finally, somewhat de-tense. He was back where it all started. He could register noise in the background, and he looked to see what it was. The TV was still playing absently, like the two children that normally played in here were happily enjoying the action packed marathon that was waiting to entertain them. Instead, they’d been off on an “adventure” that had left them both mutilated and broken. …One of them more-so. He’s pretty sure Ortho picked out this movie for them.
The realization breaks through all the terror and the numbness, and he lets out a broken sob. He falls to his knees and openly cries into his hands, his entire body shaking as he does. Ortho was gone. His brother was dead. He was completely alone, and it was entirely his fault. If he hadn’t opened that stupid door, none of this would have happened. That creature wouldn’t have killed his brother, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and they could both be here together watching movies and playing video games. Instead, one of them would never get to do any of that again, and the other one of them.
Idia sniffles pathetically on the floor, wiping away his tears and rubbing his hands on his shirt. He was covered in mysterious liquid, and his pants were in complete ruin after his assault. Torn to pieces and covering exactly… nothing. He shakily stands again, peeling off the remains of his clothes and hiding them in his trash. He’d get rid of them properly later, but he didn’t have the energy for that now. He slowly makes his way to his dresser, able to take his time now that he was in the safety of his own room.
He stares at his brother's drawer, before reaching past to access his own. He dresses himself carefully, covering up the grossness that covered him. He didn’t shower, both because he was too tired, and also because he honestly didn’t want his body to be touched by anyone, including himself. He was sensitive all over and incredibly sore, and there were bruises forming on every part of him that had been grabbed or thrown around.
Idia crawled into Ortho’s bed, tucking himself under the covers and pulling the blanket over his head. He curled up tightly into a ball and closed his eyes. He managed to fall asleep quickly and easily, completely exhausted from the abuse he’d endured. His night is dreamless.
They managed to find him there in the morning, and he spoke to several people about what happened, until he couldn’t bear to retell it anymore. He wasn’t lying when he said he had no idea how he survived- he really didn’t. But he was when he said he didn’t remember what happened, and that he was lucky to be spared from being attacked by the horrible monster that had taken his little brother away from him. Even if he couldn’t tell his own story, though, he still spoke for the boy who had his voice taken away from him. No matter how painful it was for him to do so.
He didn’t know if it was selfish to say he was glad it wasn’t Ortho, or if it was selfish to say he would have taken his place if he had the chance.