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You hummed softly to yourself as you walked. The midday sun shone through the scaffolding, encasing almost every building. It warmed your skin as you made your way across the campus lawn. The small wagon you pulled bumped and rattled as you wove through the larger debris that had yet to be cleared away. Not long ago, you were grateful for the uneven landscape... heaps of earth and destroyed school buildings had kept you hidden from Invincible’s watchful, dangerous eyes. Now it was an inconvenience, nearly doubling your travel time from your home to the large gymnasium where everyone was preparing for a celebration. How long had it been since you had been to a party? You couldn't remember, but now that Invincible was gone, everyone could gather without worrying about a massacre. 

The murderous tyrant had just disappeared a few months ago. No one knew where he had gone or whether he would come back, but everyone had been quick to rebuild in the meantime despite your concerns. Humans were resilient, and so many people had come out of the fringes to help. It took you and so many other members of the resistance to finally accept that Invincible was gone. It felt like the boot had finally lifted off of humanity’s neck. You just wished Angstrom was around to see it. Your mentor had also gone missing. Invincible had already had him on his radar before he went missing. Everyone assumed he had been murdered, but Invincible’s disappearance gave you the slightest bit of hope that maybe he was still out there… somewhere. 

You greeted a group of people walking in the opposite direction as you and they stopped to put food in your wagon. “A donation for the party,” they explained with bright smiles, their joy blinding you as they continued on their way. Your wagon, a large red and rusted child’s toy you dug up about a week ago, had already been overflowing with fruits, vegetables, and jugs of water. Now, it had a large loaf of bread precariously balanced on top. The sight filled you with warmth.  You couldn't wait to see the look on the children’s faces when they saw all this food. Food was steadily becoming less scarce every day, but some families were still stuck in hiding, rationing out what little they had while waiting for updates from the rebellion. People were sheltered in pockets all throughout the state, their locations only known amongst the rebellion. Finding everyone was an ongoing process, the mission complicated by the fact that most of the rebellion had been wiped out before Invincible’s disappearance. You tried not to think about it too hard. 

A mechanical whirring made you freeze, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. Your eyes snapped in the direction of the unfamiliar noise, and you held your breath as you looked into the dimly lit entryway of the science building. There were laboratories in the basement, but they had been abandoned for years. Every fiber of your being is telling you not to investigate it, to let it go and go to the party, but you can't do that. If there was a threat, it had to be exposed and dealt with. You couldn't put yourself over the well-being of others. Not again.

Dragging your wagon up the stairs and into the eerie building was no small feat. You probably should have just left it outside, but you didn't want to risk the food getting taken by birds. The squeaky wheels echoed through the hallways as you walked deeper and deeper into the building, the sunlight that lit the halls waxing and waning with each passing cloud. You turned the next corner and froze, staring down a long stretch of hallway. A small sphere floated in midair; a red, glowing light in the center of it was trained at you like an eye. 

“What is this?” you breathed, eyes scanning the ball for some sign or clue. 

The object let out a little chirp, almost as if to respond to you before turning its light down the hall and flying away. You followed it without thinking, having to speed up to a jog to keep up with it as it flew through the maze-like halls of the inner section of the building. Every time you thought you had lost track of it, the little flying ball would backtrack and wait until you caught up before speeding off again. It wanted you to follow it. That probably wasn't a good sign, but you were determined to get to the bottom of this. It didn't look like something Invincible would use; that monster preferred to use his own two hands over tools, but you had to know for sure. The ball chirped at you again and disappeared into a classroom, and you stopped, your grip on your wagon tightening until your knuckles blanched. Suddenly you were very aware that you were unarmed and thoughtlessly following a strange robot to a secondary location. No one even knew you were in this building…

Shit… this really was a terrible idea, but it was too late to turn back. You had to take care of this now. 

You took a sharp breath in through your nose before you stepped into the dark room. You flipped the light switch out of habit, biting your lip when it, obviously, didn't turn on. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust, shapes slowly becoming clearer as you navigated around the rows of dusty, abandoned desks and lab tables. You had to squint and strain your eyes to see the fall floating in the far corner of the room. Its red light had turned off, and it was just… hovering there. When you got close enough to it, you reached out, holding your breath. Then a green light filled the room, illuminating it from somewhere behind you. The way it reflected against your skin felt familiar. 

“Hello again, Y/N. Or should I call you traitor?” 

You whipped around, eyes wide. 

Angstrom looked down at you, his misshapen head cocked to the side. You recoiled at the sight of him. 

“Mr. Levy?” 

A dark smile stretched across his marred lips. 

“W-what happened to you? I thought… We all thought you had been killed.”

“You would've liked that, wouldn't you?”

“What? No! I- I was so worried about you!” 

“Don't play dumb!” Angstrom snapped, slamming his fist down on the nearest table as the portal behind him slowly shut. “It was your fault Invincible found me. You told him where I was hiding!” 

You flinched at his anger, guilt churning in your chest. “I had no choice! He was going to kill me! Kill all of us!”

“My son is dead because of you.”

“Your… son?” 

The Angstrom you knew didn't have a son. 

“Yes, my son. But I don't have time to reminisce with you.” Angstrom's voice was unnaturally calm. “I’m just here to deliver your punishment for what you did to me.” 

Your stomach dropped. 

“I didn't know you had a son! I would have never..! I didn’t mean-”

“If you can survive the next…” Angstrom paused to consider something before continuing. “Four hours, then I’ll bring you back.” 

You felt the pressure in the room change as a new light erupted behind you, the green glow painting Angstrom's face in a menacing light. 

“Do your best.” 

“Mr. Levy!” you screamed, voice cracking as you turned to look at the thing behind you. “Please, wait!”  

Another floating sphere suddenly whipped out from behind Angstrom and shot toward you as fast as a bullet. It connected with your chest with a painful crack before you had a chance to react, forcing you back and through the portal. The scenery changed in an instant; the dark, mildly humid room flipped into a bright, hot, and dry wasteland. You hit the ground hard, falling back first into a dune. Your wagon followed behind a split second later, landing on your chest and knocking the wind out of you. Sand blew into your mouth as you gasped and sputtered, scrambling to your feet. You couldn't see, your eyes struggling to adjust to the blinding light all around you. The portal was already too small for you to pass through, and it would be closed in a few more seconds, but you threw your hand out in front of yourself anyway, reaching for it. 

“Angstrom!” You cried, unsure if he could even hear your pleas. “Please! Don't leave me-” 

A loud, sudden sonic boom cuts you off, the devastatingly familiar sound filling you with dread. 

No.

No no no no no no. 

Not a second later, something shot past you, the force of it nearly knocking you over. You stumbled, sand exploding up into the air when he landed a few dozen feet past. The visibility dropped to zero as you fell to your knees, heart hammering in your ears. Was there any place to hide? You only had a few moments to look around, but it seemed like you were in the middle of a desert. 

If you can survive the next four hours, I’ll bring you back. 

There was no way you could do that. Angstrom had sent you to your death. 

“Fuck!” The sound of Invincible’s voice confirmed your worst fears. “God dammit!!!” 

You stared hopelessly at the sand, the tiny grains slipping between your fingers. Suddenly you were reminded of a spider you saw on an animal show that you watched before Invincible destroyed your home, one that could dig into the sand and bury itself with its spindly legs. You desperately thought about trying to hide yourself in that manner, covering and hiding yourself in the sand. Anything to hide yourself. 

Then there was another identical boom… 

A hand fell onto the back of your neck, burying your face into the sand before forcing you up. Nails cut into your skin as you were lifted onto your tiptoes. 

“What do we have here?” the words laced with sinister excitement.

Your blood turned to ice in your veins as your mind raced wildly. The panic you felt was overwhelming. A grimy hand covered in old blood reached around you and grabbed onto your stomach, fingers squishing your flesh. You stared down at it in horror, your breath hitching as a scratchy beard rubbed against your cheek. 

“Fresh meat?” Invincible practically purred into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “You’re real, right?

He dropped your neck, his hand landing on your upper hip before roaming around your body, his gritty palm flat against your skin. You didn't fight back, only watching through tear-filled eyes as he groped different parts of your lower body. There wasn't anything you could do; you were dead as soon as you crossed through the portal. 

“You feel real.” He continued, one hand travelling higher as you stiffened in his grasp. “Soft and tender, not like the others.”

The implication of Invincible’s words weighed heavily on your shoulders, and your body went limp in his arms. You tried to think of literally anything other than your impending death. Hopefully he would at least kill you quickly.

Invincible’s hand found your breast, and he palmed it, squeezing roughly. You ground your teeth together, holding back a yelp as he twisted like he was trying to rip it off. 

“Hey! You can't kill her, dumbass!” The first Invincible emerged from the dust cloud with a cough. “If she dies, Angstrom won't have a reason to open another portal here.” 

You lifted your head to look at him. He was different from the Invincible from your world, the hair on his head and face short, uneven, and patchy other than a shaggy mohawk. His cheeks and eyes were sunken in slightly, and his dirty costume was torn at the knees and arms. You noticed his eyes drift to your chest, hovering there before snapping back up to look at the Sinister Invincible that held you.

“You don't know if he's coming back for her at all!” He argued, the hand that he had on your thigh reaching up to join the other in aggressively squishing your breasts. 

The Mohawk Invincible's eyes fell back down to your chest. You could practically see his brain trying to form a thought. You wanted to interject and tell them what Angstrom had said, but you held yourself back. Despite your discomfort, fear, and humiliation, you couldn't imagine what would happen if these two came back to your world with you. Your people could survive without you. They couldn't survive one starved, bloodthirsty monster, let alone two. So you held your tongue and looked away. 

“It’s the only chance we have right n- Is that fucking food?!” Mohawk shot past you, the one holding you spinning around to watch him go. “You weren't going to say anything? Fucking bastard!” 

The swears at the end of his sentence became muffled as he forced half of an apple into his mouth, but you barely heard him. Your eyes locked onto yet another Invincible sitting in the sand, his head tilted back as he hurriedly swallowed water from one of the jugs on your wagon. He was wearing all white and no shoes, and unlike the one who had just been talking, he had greasy, shaggy hair and an unkempt beard to match. He popped off the neck of the water jug with a gasp, eyes meeting yours while he grabbed a random vegetable from your wagon. You could've sworn you saw him lick his lips before turning his attention back to the food in front of him. You deflated at the sight of the Invincibles eating what you had gathered for the party. Not that it mattered anymore. You weren't going to live long enough to attend. 

The Sinister Invincible snickered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Now, where were we?” 

He pressed his nose against the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, groaning against your skin. You went rigid, skin crawling as you felt his lips, then his tongue on you. The wet muscle traced your jugular vein up your neck, his canines scraping lightly against your jaw. In your mind, you were screaming and crying, kicking and thrashing, but on the outside you stayed perfectly still, eyes locked on a small dip in the dunes. Your shirt was pulled down under your breasts, the stitches popping as he resumed massaging them. He pulled you tightly against him, his overgrown nails digging into your soft skin. It was getting harder to breathe against his grip, your ribs compressing uncomfortably under the pressure. You struggled to push down your survival instincts, that deep and overwhelming urge to fight against the man holding you. Sinister’s lips brushed against your earlobe, capturing it between his teeth and biting down. 

You couldn't stop the scream that rose from your chest. The fear completely took over as you felt blood trickle down the side of your neck. You struggled against Sinister’s hold in vain, kicking his shins with your heels. The sounds of him chewing made your stomach churn, nausea washing over you. Your knees trembled as the blood from your ear dripped down your chest and onto the sand. The dark red stood out against the pale white sand, and your eyes locked onto it, and a high-pitched ringing grew in your ears. Each breath you took became more ragged and shallow, each heartbeat throbbed in your skull. Panicking would only make things worse, but it was impossible not to. Dying by Invincible’s hands had always been your worst fear, a very real nightmare that kept you up every night even after he had gone away, but now you were faced with the most horrifying version of that nightmare. Something so terrible your mind had never even considered it a possibility. 

He was going to eat you.

He was eating you. 

One of his hands left your breast and grabbed your jaw instead, pulling you even tighter against his body. He swallowed loudly, his body pressed so firmly against you that you felt the movement. You sobbed, your whole body shaking as Sinister forcibly tilted your head back to look at him. His face was obscured by your tears, but you could see the fuzzy outline of his mask, his dark broken goggles, and the mop of wild black hair that framed his face. You could smell your blood on his breath as he stuck his tongue out again and lapped at your tears. 

“Ah- hey!” The Mohawk Invincible flew over, right cheek stuffed with food. “You fucking psycho! I told you, you can't kill her.” 

“Sweet,” Sinister grumbled, ignoring him. 

Sinister’s thumb found the corner of your lips, and he forced it inside, the pad of his thumb pressing against your teeth as he pried your mouth open. 

“I wonder what else is sweet?” 

He leaned closer, tongue first, your own retreating further back into your mouth as you tried and failed to shy away from him. You watched him in slow motion as he got closer and closer. Your jaw ached from how hard you were trying to close it. The dirt and blood from his fingers felt gritty under your tongue. A weak, pathetic whine came out of you, but you couldn't get your mouth to form the word ‘stop’. 

Then there was a hand palming Sinister’s face, the heel of it over his mouth as Mohawk forced him back. 

“What are you doing?” Mohawk asked, pulling his hand back quickly when the other snapped at it.

“What’s it look like?” Sinister hissed. “You said I can't kill her; I’m doing the next best thing.” 

“...The next best thing…” he said slowly, his eyes drifting lower.

“Exactly. She doesn't need all her limbs anyway.” 

Mohawk’s face soured. “Wha- You can't eat her either! She'll die, dumbass!” 

“Too late.” Sinister let go of your jaw and wrapped his fingers around your neck, craning your head too far to the side. “I’d like to see you stop me.”

You felt his teeth against your shoulder a moment before the searing pain ripped through you. The other Invincible shot forward, jerking him away by the hair. This wasn't a fight you wanted to be caught in the middle of, but it's not like you had much of a choice.

“She's our only chance to leave this hellhole!” He yelled, grabbing Sinister’s wrist and prying it off your neck. “We can get out of here! We can leave!” 

A fist flew by your head, and you flinched, Sinister’s nose crunching as he lost his grip on you. You fell to your knees as they grappled with each other, fists flying as you scrambled away. Sand billowed around you, making it hard to see even a couple of inches ahead of yourself as you crawled forwards. Blood dripped from the bite on your shoulder, dust mixing with it and sticking to your skin. You only got a few feet away before you were being hoisted up by a new set of hands, one on your good arm and the other on your hip. The action was so gentle it caught you off guard, and you stared at the torn white outfit in front of your face for a moment before looking up at his face. This Invincible looked down at you almost passively, his expression hard to read. You squirmed under his gaze. It was too hard to look him in the eyes anymore, and you looked away, jumping when he caught your jaw in his hand and tilting your head back up to face him. 

Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours, tongue delving deep into your mouth. Your surprised grunt was muffled against his kiss, and you put your hands on his chest to push him away. Instead, the hand he had on your face slipped behind the base of your skull, adjusting your position so he could press even deeper into your mouth. His tongue traced over your teeth, twirling around your own tongue as if he was trying to coax you into reciprocating. The hand on your hip pulled your body flush with his own. You could feel how hard he was, his length pressed firmly against you, the warmth of it filling you with a whole new sense of dread. He released your mouth with a sigh, pulling away just far enough where you could see his face without crossing your eyes. There was a glittering string of spit still connecting you two together, but you could only look at it for a half second before his eyes demanded your attention. The look he had was darker and more threatening than the others; the intent behind his expression felt tangible. His eyes had you frozen in place, your heart racing so fast you felt lightheaded. You watched his tongue run over his bottom lip, his eyes still holding your gaze as he broke the thread tethering your lips together. 

“Sweet…” He murmured, the tone completely different than Sinister. 

You watched helplessly as he started to lean in again, only to be stopped by a hand, its knuckles covered with fresh blood. 

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing?!” Mohawk snapped, exasperated. “Viltrumite bastard.” 

“I think it's fairly obvious what I’m doing.”

“You’re just as insane as him.” 

“I have been stuck here for weeks with nothing but you fucks and my hand.” He growled, shoving his double away. “Step aside.” 

Mohawk looked at him incredulously, processing what the other had said before he positioned himself behind you, arms looping around your stomach. 

“Who says you get to fuck her first?” Mohawk hissed, thumbs hooking in the waistband of your pants.

“You seemed preoccupied.” 

“Hands off! That’s my meat!” Sinister rocketed back, blood dripping from his nose and down his chin.

He skirted to a stop next to you, reaching his hands between your body and the Viltrumite Invincible. His hands clamped down around your breasts again, and he physically turned your upper body with them as you cried out in pain. 

“Fuck off, dipshit!” 

“Don't rip them off. What's wrong with you?” 

“...Wonder if her tits work…” Sinister muttered, leaning down and wrapping his lips around one of your exposed nipples. 

Everyone else just stared at him as he moved. You watched with a mix of fear and disgust, his pointer finger and thumb finding your other nipple and twisting until your eyes filled with new tears as the sharp, stinging pain added to the baseline throbbing you were feeling. Everything Sinister did was painful. He sucked your nipple so hard it felt like it would be torn from your body while his tongue flicked around the sensitive bud in a way that made your skin crawl. You writhed at the sensations, trying to pull away from his dangerous mouth, but you were trapped tightly between the other Invincibles. Those two were still gawking at the sight of Sinister suckling your tit, seemingly waiting for him to answer his own question. You did your best to grit your teeth and bear with the pain until you felt the sharp points of his canines against your skin once more.

“S-stop!” you cried, trying to free your pinned arms so you could push him off. 

Sinister let you go with a wet pop, the sudden change in pressure making you whine, and your eyes widened at the sight of the dark, mottled hickey obscuring your areola and the teeth indentations surrounding it. He looked up at you with a slight pout. 

“Nothing?” Mohawk asked, his voice dark and breathy.

“Nothing,” he confirmed, wiping his mouth.

“Bummer.” he reached down and grabbed your boob with a quiet hum, his thumb sliding over your spit-slick skin until he was pinching your sore nipple. 

You controlled your arm so you could grab at Mohawk’s hand, trying to push him off. 

“They’d work if she were pregnant,” the Viltrumite Invincible said matter-of-factly, his cock twitching against you. 

The other two whipped up to look at him now, and your heart lurched into your throat. You felt like a half-dead mouse stuck in a trap with three giant cats toying with you. Getting eaten alive almost sounded better than this; at least you'd pass out after enough pain. 

“Wait… No, please…” You gasped, pushing weakly at the Viltrumite’s chest. 

Pleading never worked against these monsters, but you didn’t know what else to do. 

“Cute,” Mohawk mumbled into your ear, grabbing one of your hands and pulling it down and behind you. 

Your shoulder strained in the new position; trying to pull your hand back was pointless. His clothed cock rutted against your palm, and you felt him shudder behind you. 

“Who's going first?” he asked with a twitch of his hips. 

“You can both fuck off,” Sinister spat with a glare, sinking to his knees and rubbing his face against your stomach. “She was mine first.”

“She has three working holes.” Viltrumite stated, “None of us would trust each other to go first. We’ve done weirder things together. Let's get on with it.” 

He didn't wait for permission from the others before capturing your lips again. His hand squeezed the back of your neck firmly, like a warning, before finding the stretched edge of your shirt and tearing it from your body. His tongue dove deeper into your mouth, his face pressed roughly against your own. It was hard to breathe… no, you couldn't breathe. You pushed back against him with your free hand, but it was like pushing against a steel wall. You squirmed helplessly, flinching when you felt the others’ hands start to move again. 

Tears flowed as you felt the rest of your clothes torn away. The hands overwhelmed you; it was impossible to see who was where through your clouded vision, but they all touched you with different intensities. Viltrumite was gentle but firm, hands roaming around your body with feather-like touches that made you writhe. Any time you tried to turn your face away, he would grab the back of your head and put you right back in place. You were starting to go lightheaded from the intense kissing. The man behind you nipped at your neck lightly, with just enough pressure to be felt without any pain while his length throbbed in your limp hand. He pinched your nipple almost in time with his hips, the action sending electricity down your spine in a way that you tried to ignore. 

On the ground, Sinister forced your thighs apart, propping one of your legs onto his shoulder. You had to hold onto the Viltrumite’s shoulder to keep yourself upright as you felt him nip at your inner thigh. He started to travel up your leg that way, biting just until his canines pierced your skin, licking the little dots of blood away and moving on to the next spot. At the same time, his nails racked up the bottom of your thigh, moving faster than the rest of him. He traced the curve of your ass cheek before it reached in between your legs, his middle and ring fingers running between your labia. You trembled and gasped, turning your face to get air only to be captured by Viltrumite and forced back against his mouth. 

No. 

His fingers made a second pass, then a third, fingers getting closer and closer to your entrance until one of his fingers caught the edge of your opening. Sinister’s face was pressed into the crease where your thigh met your body, teeth cutting into your skin just as his fingers sunk into you. You could feel each digit as they forced their way inside. There was too much friction; you weren't wet enough for him to finger you smoothly. Your stomach flip-flopped as bile rose into the back of your throat. Viltrumite swallowed your pained sobs as you clenched down around the intrusion. You just wanted it to be over already. 

Then you felt his nose brush against you. You had gotten so used to the slow pace he had taken that the jump from the start of your leg to your core shocked you. His breath against your sensitive skin made you jump, and you strained your eyes trying to look down at him. He was looking directly up at you, his face twisted into a sickening grin. His tongue stuck out first, just like he had done when he had gone for your mouth, but this time towards your core. 

No no no, please, no.

Your body shuddered when Sinister licked a strip from his fingers to your clit, and you clenched your jaw tight to keep from crying out. His fingers worked their way in and out of you, the movements becoming smoother as your body betrayed you. Your pussy was getting wetter the more he worked at you, the disgusted, violating feeling being overshadowed by a familiar warmth. Your brain and your body were on opposing sides, the growing pleasure between your legs only filling you with shame. His lip wrapped around your clit and sucked hard, and you screamed, the intensity of the feeling borderline unbearable. Your head fell back, colliding with Mohawk’s with a clunk. Behind you, Mohawk cursed, but you didn't hear it, all of your attention focused on Sinister. His teeth ghosted over that sensitive bundle of nerves, your body twitching as a new wave of tears started up. Your hand left Viltrumite’s shoulder so you could push his head away. 

“Stop!” You gasped, your back arching. 

Each breath after was accompanied by a strained moan. Your head rested on Mohawk’s shoulder as your leg gave out. His mouth pressed against yours, swallowing the noises that poured out of you as his hips rolled against your hand. Viltrimite, having lost access to your lips, dipped his head down, sucking a hickey into the skin near your collarbone before diving lower and capturing your nipple with his mouth. His tongue rolled around it as he had done in your mouth. They attacked you from all sides. It was all too much. 

Then Sinister nipped your clit lightly. The gentleness of it caught you off guard, the action completely different from the dozens of other bites he had given you. You came undone so quickly, and so forcefully you shocked yourself. All your muscles tensed at once, your pussy clamping around the fingers that were still pumping in and out of you at an inhuman speed. Your nails dug into Invicible’s scalp as you unintentionally drew him closer. The wanton moan, coming from somewhere deep inside you, the tone so foreign you didn't even recognize the noise as your own. The pleasure just kept growing until it was unbearable; each drag of his fingers inside you felt like your exposed nerves were being dragged over hot coals. Your body melted into Mohawk, tears still freely flowing down your cheeks. You squirmed and convulsed, cried and begged. The pleas that tumbled out of your mouth sounded far away. 

You must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing you knew, Sinister was gone and you were being manhandled into a new position. Your limp arms were draped over Viltrumite’s shoulders, and you hissed at the stinging pain from your shoulder as it was moved. He tilted backwards, feet lifting off the ground. He pulled you onto his body, straddling his hips as Mohawk walked around so that he was standing in front of you. He noticed your stare and smirked back at you as he pulled off his costume. You watched him, mind hazy, eyes following the fabric as it was pulled down his body. Despite being starved, his muscles were still well defined. Your gaze travelled lower until you felt Viltrumite’s knuckles brush against your inner thigh. You looked down, snapping back to reality when you saw that he was guiding his cock towards your entrance. 

“Wait!” you gasped as you tried to sit back up. 

He didn't wait. Viltrumite grabbed your hip with his free hand and slammed you down on his length. Your mouth fell open in an aborted scream. It burned, your entrance straining as it was forced to accommodate his girth. The head of his dick ground against your cervix, reaching deeper than any other partner you had in the past. You pushed against his shoulders, trying to lift yourself back up, but he held you firm, keeping you flush against him. Your muscles clenched involuntarily, and he moaned, a low rumbling sound that went straight to your core. He twitched inside you, grinding his pelvis against you in a way that made your eyes roll back. 

You choked on a sob, body writhing as he slowly pulled out a few inches before slamming back into you. It was too deep. Your arms gave out, and you fell back onto him, chest to chest. Viltrumite’s hands migrated from your hips to your ass, fingers kneading your skin before bouncing you on his cock. Your pussy throbbed. Every time his pubes ground against your swollen, abused clit, a scream was torn from your chest. Your skin was on fire. All coherent thoughts were ripped away as the feeling of him fucking you consumed you. Every movement felt like he was pulling your insides out and forcing them back inside of you. Your head hung over his shoulder, tears, sweat, and drool dripping onto the sand below you. 

It hurt so bad.

It felt so good. 

Why did it feel so good? 

You wanted it all to stop. The moans he was pulling out of you added to your embarrassment and shame. Your brain flipped back and forth between begging your body to fight back and just giving in to it. There was nothing you could do. 

You felt a new set of hands in your hair, gathering it up into a makeshift ponytail, and you looked up slowly, the small movement taking up more energy than you felt you had. Mohawk was grinning down at you with hungry eyes. One of his hands left your hair, tracing down the side of your face, to your throat and then back up to cup your jaw. His thumb found the corner of your mouth, and he pressed your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth to open wider. You offered little resistance as you kept your eyes on him, his form obscured by tears and your eyelids fluttering. Your mind was too far gone to catch on to what he was doing until he was already in the process of pushing his cockhead into your slack mouth. 

It weighed heavily on your tongue, gliding over the wet muscle easily until it kissed the back of your throat. You retched, and Mohawk pulled back, keeping his length in your mouth as he rolled his hips. He held you in place by your hair as he set a steady pace, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. Your mouth filled with spit; it overflowed out of the corners of your mouth as you struggled to swallow it back. He only went about halfway into your mouth at first, as if to test the waters, but after a few moments his movements got rougher. His cock hit your tonsils more often, and you would gag, doing your best to keep the bile that was churning in your stomach from rising. Your vision blurred, mind growing fuzzy as your access to fresh air became less consistent. Mohawk’s free hand roamed over your skin, from your cheeks down to your throat. 

It was hard for you to keep up with whose hands were where, so when another set squeezed your hips and raked its nails down the curve of your ass, you didn’t give much of a reaction. You trembled as you felt another presence behind you. You didn't have to look behind you to know who it was, but you couldn't even if you wanted to. The other two didn't seem bothered by the Sinister’s return, their focus on chasing their own releases. Their thrusting had become uneven and rough; all you could do was hold onto Viltrumite’s shoulders to hold yourself steady and just take what you were being given. 

Behind you, Sinister spread your cheeks apart, and you flinched when you felt something hard and warm near your asshole. 

She has three working holes. 

Your body stiffened, those words echoing in your mind, filling you with dread. You found the strength to fight against the hands holding you, neck muscles straining and scalp stinging as you popped off Mohawk’s length with a cough. 

“W-wait! Plea-” you were silenced by Mohawk’s cock, his grip on your hair becoming painfully tight as he forced you all the way to the base. 

Viltrumite wrapped his arms around you, caging your arms against your chest as he squeezed. Your ribs felt like they were going to shatter. He tucked his head, pressing his face against your cleavage as he continued to fuck into you, unknowing or uncaring about what was happening behind you. Your eyelids fluttered as the pressure in your skull started to build from lack of oxygen. You felt as if you had left your body, all the overwhelming sensations becoming detached as you watched yourself get raped. Sinister’s fist brushed between your ass cheeks as he stroked himself, aiming his cock towards you as he came over your entrance. You mentally grimaced, black creeping in at the corners of your vision. Maybe you would be lucky enough to black out soon. Viltrumites could hold their breath for a long time; maybe they would forget you couldn't and suffocate you.  As if he read your mind, Mohawk pulled his cock out of your throat, and you gasped. A rush of air filled your lungs, and you were dragged back into your body, just as he slapped his dick across your face, the head landing too close to your eye. 

“Look at me,” he commanded, the backs of his fingernails grazing over your spit-slick cheek as he rubbed his length. 

You did your best to comply, but the feeling of Sinister’s cockhead pressing against your virgin asshole was too much to ignore. You whipped your head around to look over your shoulder, your eyes meeting the crazed one that showed through his cracked goggles. That eye was locked on your face, his lips twisted into a psychotic grin that showed all of his teeth. He ran his tongue over his top lip, through your blood that had now dried there, giving him the appearance of wearing smudged, maroon lipstick. 

“I said look at me,” Mohawk growled, grabbing hold of your jaw and snapping your head back to face him. 

You felt Sinister’s cock tear your ass open a second before globs of hot, thick cum splattered across your face. A raw, strangled scream ripped out of you as your body struggled to accommodate the new intrusion. A horrible, all-consuming burn took hold of you, punching the air from your lungs. Your stomach lurched as you felt your organs being violently rearranged deep inside you. Tears once again overflowed. A sob accompanied each shallow, trembling breath. He gave you less than a minute to adjust before pulling back to the tip and cruelly slamming back in. You desperately willed yourself to leave your body again, but the intense pain was keeping you there. Mohawk still held your jaw, watching you, but you couldn't even see him through the fat tears rolling down your face. His thumb swiped across your cheek, collecting his cum and your tears, and shoved it into your mouth. 

Somehow, you had almost forgotten that Viltrumite was also still inside. His tongue swiped between your breasts before he started up his hips. You convulsed, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as scorching electricity coursed through your nerves. It was too much; you felt so full, stretched to your limit. You wanted to pull away, desperate to get away from the overwhelming stimulation, but Viltmute held you still. You screamed until your voice died out, spit leaking out of the corners of your mouth as Mohawk held your jaw open. Your toes stretched and then curled, the muscles in your lower body locking up. The blood in your veins felt like red hot lava. 

A shudder ran up from your tailbone to the base of your skull, the overstimulation suddenly flipping from painful to pleasure. Your orgasm hit so hard that you didn't even recognize it as one. It was so good it hurt, and your brain held onto the feeling, all other thoughts disappearing in an instant. Your vision whited out, and you sucked in a sharp breath, shaking and twitching as your climax just kept going. Your muscles ached but were unable to relax, frozen like a statue as the two held you at your peak. You didn't know your body was even capable of this; it was terrifying. 

Finally, Viltrumite thrusted into you and paused, groaning against your skin as he came. You let out a sigh, muscles turning into jello as you were finally able to come down. His cock pulsed rhythmically as he filled you, cum leaking out around him and dripping down your thighs. Viltrumite's arms loosened around you, allowing you to finally take a full breath. A pleasant buzz hung over your mind, your eyelids getting heavy from exhaustion. Mohawk released your face, and your head drooped, hanging limply over Viltrumite's shoulder. 

It was over, finally over. 

One of Sinister’s arms wrapped around your chest under your breasts, pulling you back up into a sit. You whimpered pitifully as he manhandled you, his other arm scooping up your legs as he pulled you off Viltrumite’s length. His cock felt impossibly deeper, and you squirmed weakly in his hold, wincing as you felt more cum dripping out of you. You choked out a sob as Sinister lifted you, pausing with just his tip inside you before dropping you back down. Every time you thought something was too much, that it couldn't get any worse, the Invincibles found a way to prove you wrong. You felt like you were being impaled, and you threw your head back as you tried to scramble out of his grasp. His nails cut into your skin as he held you in place, repeating the action over and over.  

Mohawk snatched your face again, pulling you towards him as his lips covered your slack mouth, his eyes open. He grabbed one of your legs behind the knee, taking it from Sinister’s hold as he spread your legs open again. Your trembling hand pushed against Mohawk’s chest, and you could feel his heart hammering under your open palm. He rubbed his cockhead through your lips, your body spasming when he pressed it against your swollen, abused clit. 

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His cock caught against your entrance but slipped; you shuddered at the feeling, and he smirked against your mouth. Mohawk rutted between your folds; each time his cock touched your clit, you jumped at the sudden intense feeling. You tried to squirm away, but you couldn't. He kept adjusting the angle as if he were going to thrust inside you, but he never did. The anticipation was driving you mad. You wanted to tell him to just get it over with, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. The idea of you asking him to violate you made you sick. But the sly expression on his face told you he already knew what he was doing to you. 

“What’s wrong?” his cock grazed your clit again as he rolled his hips slowly, and you writhed. “You want something?” 

Mohawk let go of your face and grabbed his dick instead, slapping it against you. You cried out, your hips twitching on their own as if they were chasing after him. Blood rushed to your face as he snickered at you, your mind bouncing between disgust, shame, and embarrassment. You watched as he pressed the tip against your clit again, rubbing it back and forth. You moan against your will, toes curling. You hear Sinister curse behind you as you inadvertently clamp down on his cock. Pleasure zipped up your spine as you accidentally stimulate yourself, your muscles acting on their own accord as you continue to clench. 

Why was your body doing this? Betraying you like this? 

“If you want something, you need to use your words.” 

You could feel another orgasm building. You wanted to chase it. It was driving you insane, but you bit down on your lip to keep your voice back. Mohawk looked at you through his eyelashes, his expression condescending. Sinister snapped his hips, forcing your body forward. His cock pushed even harder against your clit at the same time, making you see stars. Your mouth popped open on its own as they rubbed your nerves raw. You felt close to the edge, but unable to tumble over it. Your cunt tensed around nothing, and you let out a desperate whimper, grabbing onto Mohawk’s upper arm. His smirk widened as you tried to drag him closer, showing you all of his teeth. 

“P-p…” you mumble, trying to angle your hips more toward him, hoping he would just get on with it. “Put it-”

“Youre going to have to speak up,” Mohawk teased, his breath hot against your lips as he got closer to your face. “I can't hear you.” 

He held your gaze. It felt physically painful to look him in the eye, but for some reason you couldn't look away. Your brow furrowed when you felt him move his cock between your lips again, and your knuckles blanched from how hard you were gripping his tricep. When the tip kissed your entrance, you couldn't take it anymore. You opened your mouth ready to beg, but instead let out a pained scream when Sinister bit into the back of your trapezius, his hips becoming erratic. When his body collided against yours, you could feel his teeth cutting deeper into your muscles, your blood pouring down your chest and back. His groan reverberated from his chest through your back and shoulder. His hips ground against your ass as he came. 

“Goddamn it! You fucking psycho!” Mohawk yelled and ripped you from Sinister’s grasp, holding you against his body with an arm around your waist. 

The pain was surprisingly dull in your mind, which wasn't a good thing, but you would take whatever relief you could get. You whimpered against his chest, feeling hazy, your core throbbing with need. Your thighs rubbed together, trying to get some sort of stimulation. Mohawk was still talking; you could feel the vibrations of his voice against your cheek, but you couldn't really hear him. You were so mentally exhausted, like your nerves had been stretched and wrung out. Tears of frustration filled your eyes. You had been so close before Sinister bit your shoulder; the pain hadn't even stopped you from finishing; it had been Mohawk pulling you off of him. You slowly looked up at him. It was his fault. You just wanted to cum again. 

“Put it in…” you breathed, voice trembling as your free hand felt blindly for his cock. 

Mohawk flinched when you found it, his attention turning back to you. “What?” 

“Put it in.” You said a little louder, “I want you to put it in.” 

He looked at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, then he let out a single laugh of disbelief.

“Yeah, because getting cannibalized is such a turn on,” he said facetiously and spun around, pressing your chest against some miscellaneous wreckage before thrusting into you. 

You gasped and moaned, head dropping between your arms as you pushed against the metal beam he had you up against. You brought your hips back into his thrusts, trying to get your orgasm to build quickly. 

“Am I the only sane person here?” Mohawk grumbled, holding onto your love handles as he fucked you. “You cried so much at first; now you're showing your true colors, eh?”

It wasn't enough. That was so unfair. Was your body really that fickle? You rubbed your thighs together and clenched your muscles, but you felt stuck. A pathetic whine bubbled out of your throat. A hand landed on the metal beam in front of your face, pushing it away as if it were a piece of cardboard. Your eyes traced the hand back to its owner, and you saw Viltrumite standing there. He cupped your cheek and pulled your face towards him, pressing his lips against yours for a brief moment before pushing you down. Your body bent at the hip, hamstrings stretching as he brought your face down to his half-hard cock. A particularly hard thrust from Mohawk made you throw your hands up to steady yourself, and you grabbed onto Viltrumite’s thighs, your lips rubbing against his length as it swelled. 

Viltrumite didnt need to say anything for you to know what he wanted, and you let your mouth fall open, sticking your tongue out just a little bit so that his head rested on it. He brushed your hair back with a single hand, his fingers running through your hair until he found the back of your head, pushing you lightly down onto his cock. You could taste yourself on him, but you didnt care; your brow furrowed slightly as you took him suck him further into your mouth, the tip bumping against your tonsils whenever Mohawk’s hips connect with yours. 

Your breasts were still sore from earlier, and the bite wound you had ached. You attempted to reach between your legs to touch yourself, but your shoulder protested, becoming stiff from inflammation. Viltrumite seemed to notice your struggling and pulled back, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop. 

“Lift her up.” He told Mohawk while holding your gaze. 

“What? Why?” 

“Just do it.” his thumb brushed over your bottom lip right before you were pulled upright. 

Mohawk scooped you just a moment later, his arms hooked under your knees. You whimpered, struggling weakly in his grasp, feeling unbalanced. Viltrumite stepped closer, a steady hand on your ribcage. It was just how you were positioned before, except the Invincible’s had been switched out and Mohawk was halfway in your cunt instead of your ass. You leaned back against Mohawk’s chest, holding your breath as you waited for what Viltrumite was going to do to you, assuming he was about to tease you the way Mohawk did. 

Instead, he pressed his spit-slick cock against your entrance, his thumb on the tip, and pushed. 

“Whoa! What the fuck-” 

You let out a startled scream, legs trying and failing to snap shut as you felt yourself stretching. The sharp, agonizing sting overshadowed the other injuries you had, and you grabbed onto Mohakwk’s forearms, trying to lift yourself, to get away. Viltrumite’s hand on your lower chest held you firm, pushing you back down. You threw your head back, your eyes wide open but unseeing as you struggled to breathe. This is what you get for letting your mind slip, dropping your guard, forgetting they were monsters. 

“Nononono, please!” you panicked, nails biting into Mohawk’s forearms. “Please, no! It won't-”

It popped inside, and you wailed. It felt like he was tearing your whole body in half, and you were consumed by the searing, burning pain. Any small movement was torture; you could feel their heartbeats like needle pricks in your core. Tears rolled down your cheeks, but you were too exhausted to make noise. You stared off into the desolate landscape as you hyperventilated, feeling lightheaded and woozy from shock. Your body wouldn't stop trembling, your skin covered in cold sweat. 

“Ah- fucking bastard…” Mohawk groaned breathlessly, hiding his face against your shoulder. “What's wrong with you?”

“We’re the same person, so it's fine.” 

“I-insane… all of you…” 

Viltrumite took one of your legs, and Mohawk wrapped his freed arm around your body, squeezing you tightly. The hand he had on his cock moved up, his thumb pressing against your clit before rubbing circles around it. Your body writhed, pain and pleasure zapping you like electricity. You screamed through your teeth, and the two moaned in unison as your body clenched down around them. Viltrumite’s eyes were on you; you could feel them burning holes through you, so you weakly tilted your head back to midline. Your eyes connected immediately, and you felt a shiver down your spine. The expression in his eyes was different from before, more intense, hungrier. It felt like a threat. You saw his tongue run over his top lip before he rolled his hips experimentally. The movement felt like your insides were being raked over a hot pile of coals. It punched the wind out of you, and your mouth fell open as you tried to force the air back into your lungs. 

You felt like you were losing your mind; all coherent thoughts evaporated, leaving you with just raw feelings: the horrible pain that was somehow starting to dull, the uncomfortable pleasure from him rubbing your clit, the suffocating feeling of being stretched to your limit. It was all too much and yet… 

Viltrumite rolled hips again, and you keened, toes curling as you felt him touching every part of your insides. Sparks ignited behind your eyelids as they fluttered, your orgasm flickering back to life deep in your core. Despite how horrified you were at the feeling, you let yourself lean into it, your brain reaching desperately for something good in all the pain. He leaned closer, letting spit dribble out of his mouth and onto his thumb before moving it faster. Your nerves lit up under his touch, and you squirmed, hips twitching. A cacophony of noises tumbled from you as Viltrumite set a steady pace with his hips, pushing and pulling your guts in and out. To say it was overwhelming was an understatement. You didn't even feel like you anymore, your body being molded and shaped against your will. 

Your muscles went slack, refusing to listen to you, and your head fell forward. You could feel Viltrumite’s lips over your open mouth; your teeth clacked together as your limp body rocked from their movements. The stretch was becoming less uncomfortable as time went on, the unbearable pressure turning into mind-melting pleasure. Mohawk breathed heavily in your ear; the sound sent little shivers down your spine. His hand migrated from under your ribs to grip your sore, bruised breasts. You felt him shift his weight behind you before starting up his hips again. The movement took your breath away again, your mind struggling to process the feeling of them sliding against each other inside you, moving at conflicting paces. Suddenly you were able to feel deep parts inside yourself that you had never felt before, igniting a whole new fire inside you. 

Your vision whited out as the flames consumed you, your orgasm building in increments until it finally hit you like the force of a train. Your body quaked from the force of it, feeling like a sparkler was lit in your brain. When it fizzled out, you faded out with it. 

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The world faded back in slowly, your mind still foggy and disoriented. Your entire body ached, your bite wounds and breasts throbbing to the beat of your heart. Sand covered you from head to toe, feeling gritty and unclean. You sat up with a groan, wincing at the unpleasant feeling of being stretched out… Your eyes snapped open as you looked at who you were lying on, your eyes falling on Viltrumite’s sleeping form. His fucking cock was still inside you. It was hard to suppress a cry, horror washing over you as everything that had happened came back to you. It felt like a horrible, horrible dream, but the cum leaking out of your ass reminded you that it wasn't. You lifted off of him slowly, carefully, holding your breath as he frowned in his sleep. Your inner thighs were covered in dried cum, and it made your skin crinkle as you moved. It felt disgusting. 

You struggled to navigate through the sand, cum dribbling down your legs. There was way too much of it inside you… They must have continued to fuck you after you passed out. You shuddered at the thought. 

Running away didnt make much sense, but you had to try. Once they woke up, they would be on you again in a second. You didnt think you could survive another encounter with them. You kept scanning your surroundings, squinting against the sandy wind as you put as much distance between you and the three Invincibles as possible. How much time had it been? Your throat felt so painfully dry, and you had a pressure headache from dehydration. That would only get worse as you trudged through the desert. A wave of nausea and lightheadedness hit you, and you doubled over, vomiting in the sand. Your knees felt weak, and your skin clammy. You knew the bodily trauma you had endured would hit you at some point, but why did it have to be now? 

Then there was a familiar pressure change in the air, and you lifted your head, your eyes lighting up with a green glow as one of Angstrom's portals appeared before you. A hand passed through and grabbed you by the upper arm, jerking you forward as you choked on a sob. The world changed around you, your eyes straining to see as the sun disappeared. You stepped into the classroom you had been in hours before, the cold tiles on your bare feet filling you with overwhelming relief. The portal closed behind you, and you collapsed onto your knees, tears streaming down your dirty cheeks. 

“Mr. Levy,” You cried, hiccups breaking his name into syllables. 

“You learned your lesson?”

“I-I did. I’m s-s-sorry.” 

“Good.” He said with a crooked smile, “Pray we never meet again.” 

You felt his open hand land on the top of your head, patting you like he was bidding farewell to a housepet. Another portal opened up behind him, and he backed into it, his two-toned eyes locked on you as he left. You wrapped your arms around yourself, aggravating your injuries as you curled into a fetal position. The wail you let out echoed throughout the abandoned building, and soon after, unnatural lights flooded in from the outside. You would be found soon, naked and alone, covered in dried blood, bruises, and cum, abused inside and out, unsure of how you were going to explain the last few hours without causing a mass panic.

Maybe you wouldn't say anything at all.