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Mob hacked out a cough, body curling into itself as he watched his saliva stain the floor in front of him. He faintly registers the taste of iron on his tongue, the dark pigment of fluid pouring down his lips and pooling underneath his chin. His brain was hazy; eyes unfocused as he glanced around the dark room.
It took him a second to adjust to the darkness, blinking out the black spots in his eyes as he returned to reality unwillingly. His breath grew uneven as he realized he didn’t recognize the room at all.
He tried yanking his arm to move, but realized with a jolt that his hands had been tied behind his back. Trembling, he looks behind him, tugging at the rope behind him to loosen the knot. He couldn’t. All he could do was stare at the jagged marks and scabs on his wrist from rope burn as he made another desperate pull of his arm for one final attempt.
He heaved, panic resurfacing as he looked around hastily for a way out.
He measured his options. There was a door to the opposite side of the room, but with his hands tied behind his back and a chain wrapped around his ankle, there was no possible way to reach it. He grit his teeth as he shifted his foot, the clanking of metal on metal echoing through the chamber. He clicked his tongue, jerking his foot before he accepted his inability to wrench the chain from the wall it was connected to.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
He jolted, a heave as he scanned the room for the source of the noise. His eyes landed on a tall, humanoid figure lurching near the door. It was warped by shadow; as much as Mob tried to make the figure out, all he could see was a dark silhouette. But he didn’t need sight to know who it was that stood opposite to him.
“Verity.” He croaked out, voice shaky as he grit his teeth. “Let me out.”
“I can’t. You’ll try to leave me again.”
“Damn it, Verity. Get me out of here.”
“Do you think I do this just for me?” Verity sighed, stepping slowly towards where his body laid. “It’s all for you. Everything I do! I know you’re suffering, you can’t deny it.”
“And whose fault is that? You killed Twixxel—”
The entity sighed, “It was necessary. He’d take you away from me. Do who knows what with you and force you to leave me in the dust. But you need me. And I need you.”
“No the fuck I don’t.” Mob’s voice shook with apprehension, his wrists rubbing together to loosen the rope around him. “I don’t need you— I never needed you! There’s a difference between needing help and being completely dependent on someone. I don’t think you understand that.”
“You’re saying I don’t know that, Mob?” Verity sighed. “I have the ability to blind you, rip your limbs apart, skin you alive, but I’m not doing that.”
The creature stood in front of him, kneeling down to caress his cheek. Even with his face obscured by shadows, Mob could still faintly make out remnants of a sinister smile that stretched from ear to ear. He shivered, feeling his cold touch nip at his skin. His hand rested on his jawline, nudging his chin up to look at him.
“Look at you, adorable.”
“Stop it, Verity.”
Despite his plea, he leaned down and captured his lips in his own. With all of the strength he could muster, he pushed himself away and hacked out a cough. Verity’s grip on his chin tightened as he twisted his face back towards him. Mob snivelled, feeling the sudden urge to spit in his face as the AI’s smile grew wider seeing his anguish.
“Come on now,” Verity purred, “There’s no need to fight. After all, you’ll be staying here for the rest of your life~”
“Like hell I am.” Mob spat. He shook him off his shoulder, pushing his feet off the floor to crawl away. “I’m getting out of here. You can’t keep me here forever.”
The entity sighed, shaking his head as he dug through his pockets. “Fine. You leave me no choice.”
He pulled out a bottle, shaking it as he popped the lid open before taking what seemed to be a pill. Mob stared as he leaned the bottle over to pour in the excess before popping the pill into his mouth.
Without a second of warning, Verity pulled him by the hood of his jacket and kissed him. Mob’s eyes widened, his mouth gaping just the slightest bit in surprise before feeling the foreign texture of something solid entering his mouth. He choked from the intrusion of his tongue. He closed his eyes shut as Verity’s hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, depriving him the chance of turning away and letting go.
Verity tilted his head back, forcing him to swallow the pill as his throat closed up around the foreign substance.
As soon as he was sure he had swallowed it, he let him go. Mob gasped, sucking in the air around him as he rasped. He coughed like he depended on it, but nothing came out save for the dried up blood that had been on his tongue for the past few hours.
He wheezed before glancing at the amused entity hovering over him. “What— What the fuck did you make me swallow?”
“A drug. You’ll feel the effects in a moment. Don’t worry, it’ll make the experience easier.”
“What the fuck did you do?”
Verity shook his head. “Don’t be like that. It’ll just make you a bit woozy, is all. Gives you less of a reason to fight back.”
Mob was horrified, shoulders shaking with apprehension as - true to his word - the effects became evident in his inability to make sense of his words. His brain began to get scrambled in thought as he watched Verity fumble with his belt - movements painfully slow as he slid it off the strap. Strength left his body as he watched his fingers hook the hem of his pants to pull them down.
“Stop— Verity—” He tried to push himself onto his elbows to gain a bit of ground, but immediately wobbled onto his back as he watched the entirety of his lower body get exposed to the cold, damp air of the basement.
Verity licked his lips as he tossed his pants away, hands grabbing his thighs and spreading his legs apart. Mob whined, red in the face as his hot breath fanned over his gaping pussy. He tried mustering up the strength to close his legs, but the AI was stronger, keeping his legs open as his privacy was unveiled to his perverted stare.
“And you chose to hide this away from me?” He chuckled, “You’re telling me to stop but you’re leaking.”
Mob felt a dribble of slick pour down his cunt, compelling him to shift away despite the large hands anchoring him to the ground. “I can’t— nnnh— control it.”
“Sure you can.”
Before Mob could make out a retort, Verity dove down and placed an experimental lick around his folds. He gasped, legs stiffening up as he continued licking a stripe up and down his cunt.
“What are you doing— sto— stop—”
Verity’s tongue inserted itself into his pussy, the organ infiltrating his insides and making him writhe under his oppressive grip. Mob’s trembling was heard in the erratic vibrating of metal on metal as the chain wrapped around his leg. All he could do was focus on the pleasure biting him in the form of a tongue hitting every single spot imaginable in his cervix. Every roll of his tongue had him cascading, back arching off the floor as he bit his lip to snuff out his whimpers.
“Verity.” He moaned, weakly raising his head to look at the AI still buried between his legs. “Get— get out. It’s so se– haannh– sensitive—”
His emerald green eyes grew watery, vision splitting into two the more he tried to make sense of all the emotions spilling out and over. The line between reluctance and coercion blurred the more he questioned whether or not he even wanted this. Watching the creature as his head rose up to spare a glance at him before diving back down to hit all of his good spots became less and less of a repulsive experience and more of a necessity.
Soon enough, the assault on his poor vagina – left bruised by all the sucking and wet with his saliva – stopped. Verity wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he raised his legs over his shoulders. Mob couldn’t tell whether he had orgasmed or not, but he was aware of how detached he was from his body.
Before he could dwell on the feeling, Verity brought a hand down on his cunt.
Mob yelped, the pain of the strike jerking him back to reality as he scowled at the AI. “Wha— What the fuck was that for?”
“Just felt like it.” The corner of his mouth perked up. “What? Not liking it?”
“That fucking hurt!”
He gasped, another strike to the folds of his pussy the moment he said the last word. His cunt pulsed, the bruises of pleasure quickly transforming into pain as he whined into the ground pathetically.
“Sto- Stopp—”
Verity did it again, and again, and again — the harsh slap echoing through the chamber and bringing tears to his eyes. Mob trembled with each strike, the sensitivity of his cunt turning up with each smack. He was sure blisters would have developed - every blow was powered with hatred and wanton lust. He wasn’t too sure what drove him to do this, but he knew this assault wouldn’t end until he had his fill.
“Stop, stop—” He snivelled, snot running down his nose. His body spasmed in habit as Verity’s fingers dove down to massage his pussy again, each press driving him to insanity. Only to smack it for a hundredth time, making him mewl into the cold floor pitifully. In fucked out brilliance, a thin trail of drool fell from his lips. “Unh– verityyy—”
“God, you’re pathetic.” Verity spat, looking down at him with pursed lips. “If you’re gonna escape, at least convince me.”
Even though Mob was fully aware of his words, he could do nothing to react. He twitched uncontrollably on the ground, his sore pussy throbbing from the sensitivity. He sniffled, heaving for breaths as his chest fell and rose inconsistently. Fatigue overpowered his need to spit out a curse.
“Such a good boy.”
Mob twitched, his pussy reacting with a pulse. He turned his face away as he realized the effect it had on him.
To his horror, Verity noticed. He raised an eyebrow as he snorted, “Oh. You like that?”
Mob shook his head desperately, gritting his teeth as he bit his lip in recompense for his urge to choke out a moan.
Verity leaned down, hands pinned beside his head as he lowered his head to his level. His hot breath fanned against his ear. “Are you a good boy?”
He averted his eyes, face red and barely concealing his clear embarrassment from the nickname. There was a deep and viscerally repulsive impulse that compelled him to nod and say yes like a good lapdog, but his pride and ego was still well and conscious and he could not allow that to break so far in.
“Don’t be shy.”
Mob was finding it very hard to keep that promise.
Verity pulled him by the chin to look him straight in the eye, the final dam and barrier collapsing as Mob met his gaze. He could feel all his defenses falling, weakness overtaking his limbs as fog blurred the details in his mind. All he could register was Verity locking lips with him and leaving him breathless.
“To think I’m the only one who can have you, have this…” Verity mumbled into his lips reverently, eyes half lidded as he grinned, “I’m so happy. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to have you all to myself. Now that we can have this chance, no twixxel, no villagers… it’s just us now.”
When he separated himself, all Mob could register was the bulge pressing into his leg. He looked down with glazed over eyes and recoiled just slightly at the size of his cock rubbing against his soft thighs.
Verity tilted his head. “Isn’t this better?”
“Ve— Verity, no—”
As soon as he thrusted into him, Mob screamed. He spasmed for a second before falling limp as he tightened around his cock. Verity groaned, slumping over as he forced himself to fit inside his tight hole. He was sure he ripped something upon entering, cervix aching as he stretched around him uncomfortably.
Despite the resistance, he began to move, each movement ripping out a shriek from Mob as knots formed in his stomach. He arched his back off the cold floor, straining to find a comfortable position to take the size of it. Each shift, each rub in his already sensitive insides was agonizing, the pace even crueler as he chased relief. He cried, drool rolling down the corners of his mouth as he fought to take the pain with pleasure.
Verity’s expression was focused, each movement dragged out almost on purpose to rip out more guttural reactions from the man beneath him. Each cry was like music to his ears, whines like appetizers as he pressed a calloused thumb on his clitoris. Mob’s cheek dug into the floor, red and peeling from the friction.
“So good for me.”
“Aah– Aggnh— Stooppp—”
“Good boy. Spread your legs like that.”
The first thrust ripped a scream out of him, his vocal chords cracking with each syllable as he thrusted in a second time. Mob was sure he could feel the tip of his cock through his stomach, each knot tightening and loosening with each pull and push.
He heaved, tears and saliva painting his face beautifully as his back slid against the floor with another rough shove. The wet squelch burned in his ears, the glide into his pussy suddenly getting smoother but not any less painful. Mob whimpered, eyes shut closed as the AI drove into him again, hips rolling up to meet his.
His insides were aching and swollen by now. He looked down weakly to get a full view of what was happening, picking up the faint sounds of skin slapping skin as he watched the skin of his belly swell up and go down with each thrust. He realized with a jolt that the feeling in his stomach was because of his massive cock driving into it.
Mob rasped, breath wet and puffy as he adjusted to the size eventually - pleasure shooting up his spine and messing up the nerves in his brain. He drowned in the heat; dampness of the room turning into steam as he trembled from the overwhelming onslaught of gratification attacking his psyche.
“Noo– no more—” Mob whined, trying to muffle another moan as he bit his lip. “Too— too muchhh—”
Verity bucked his hips, rougher than intended, ripping out a loud whine from the man. Mob shook his head incessantly as he squirmed, sniffling as Verity’s grip on his waist tightened. It was torture, the wet thrusts reverberating in his ears and reminding him of the pleasure he felt - sparks lit his nerves ever so slightly in the pits of his stomach and travelled everywhere his body. He couldn’t help it. It was liberating - his entire body was on fire and Verity held him still to experience everything. His tongue lolled out as lucidity left him to the hands of the entity.
“Verity— haahhn—!”
He felt it then, his bladder full as he squirted. Pleasure wracked his body with each thrust, the neverending assault on his nerves milking him dry as the entity continued fucking into his tight pussy like he was deprived of it. He continued driving into him, orgasm be damned, turning his pleasure into endless euphoria as he moaned with fervor.
Soon, after dragging out his climax, Verity’s thrusts turned shallow and desperate - his cock driving into his belly before releasing into him. He thrusted a few times for good measure, his body squeezing out all of the cum from his cock. His legs trembled as he felt the last bit of cum dribble out his gaping pussy and down his cunt in heavy loads - his belly full with evidence of his pleasure.
Mob’s eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he let himself fall back, pussy pulsing from the tenderness of it. He quivered, horror settling in as he had just realized what had happened.
Before sleep could drag him out of reality, Verity’s hand crept down to rub at his sensitive folds - jerking him from unconsciousness and causing him to gasp. Mob looked down, sleepy eyes half lidded as he watched Verity’s grin stretch wider.
“Don’t sleep just yet. I’m not done with you.”