How many hours has it been since I started running?
I don't know. It feels like it has been an eternity. Like days.
Yet, the sun hasn't risen, so clearly it hasn't been that long.
The wound on my leg aches painfully, and still I run.
Haha, if I could only look at my own clock...
Not like this is the time for jokes. Still, I needed something to distract myself.
I couldn't handle going like this for much longer. I was starting to feel tired. Every part of my body was burning with pain.
Perhaps the only reason why I even had this much stamina was due to the far worse agony I endured to bring them all back.
Even her... but...
I wonder what I did wrong?
There's no way she's still following me, right?
I found an abandoned hospital. It could be full of squatters, but I guess even that might be better.
Luckily, once I entered, it was completely empty...
If I just hide out here until morning, I'm sure I could go back. Speak to Vergilius, or somebody, I don't know, at least Don HAS to listen, right?
Somebody... has to save me.
I went into one of the rooms, found a bed that somebody must've left behind, and sat down.
It was probably full of bugs, or something, but it's not like I cared about that right now.
<Agh...>
The adrenaline wearing off was a bad thing. The deep cut she left on the back of my leg became even more painful.
The pain I could probably endure, but it was bleeding a lot, and like this, it might even become infected.
But maybe I had a chance.
This was a hospital, and the room I was in had several lockers.
This place must've already been looted to hell and back by squatters from the Backstreets, but if I was truly, supremely lucky, maybe...
I shambled over to one of them.
The adrenaline made it easier to run, but now, it was so painful that I basically had to lug myself around on one leg.
The cut probably wasn't the only source of pain. I definitely overexerted myself like this.
As I was about to open one, however... another one nearby rattled... and before I could even react...
"There."
<Ahh
A person jumped out of it, and immediately tackled me, pinning me to the ground.
I was filled with pain. My wounded leg was contorted into an uncomfortable position, and on top of that, they really used all their force on me.
And my entire body just got shoved to the ground!
<Ungh...>
I tried to struggle, but it was no use. They were easily two, no, maybe even five times stronger than me.
Even if I did try to move, it was pointless, and it only made my leg hurt more.
I thought it must've been some sort of squatter, but when I looked closely...
<Y-you...
"I've finally caught up with you, Manager. There's no hiding from me now."
"I specialize in assassinations. Did you really think you could just run forever and expect me to lose sight of you? I knew you'd come here. I was five steps ahead."
Ishmael.
The one who had attacked me hours ago. There was no provocation.
She simply asked me to come with her to an isolated location... and then...
The dependable Ishmael. The one I could count on to always try her best.
The one who got disappointed with us whenever we messed up, but celebrated when we won...
One of the few who felt normal.
So why...?
<What... what are you going to do to me?>
"I don't know, maybe I'll kill you?"
She said that in a bit of a sarcastic tone, but every inch of me knew it was a real threat.
I suppose if this was what was going to happen, maybe I really deserved it?
But I had to know.
<At least... at least tell me... why?>
"Don't you know?"
<I really don't. Ishmael, please...>
<I respected yo- Ungh
She hit me. I didn't really have a face to speak of, but it still hurt like hell.
"You didn't!!!"
"There wasn't a single part of you that ever cared about me!"
"You always praised the others. Always made time for them. But me?!"
"Sinclair, you patted in the back everytime he felt scared. Gregor? You could talk all night. Don? There's no END to how much you indulged in her nonsense! You even gambled with Rodion! You gave everyone all your heart and your love except me!"
"But me?! Nothing. Yet still I followed!"
"I trusted you, I protected you! Every time! If an enemy came to you, it was me that stood there! If someone accused you, it was me who defended you!"
"I had a mission when I joined the Association. I had a mission when I joined you."
"And I threw that away. I threw it away FOR YOU!"
"I died countless times. I suffered countless times. And still I followed you, to the ends of this world... and still I loved you!"
I didn't know...
"What did I do wrong?! Give me one reason not to hurt you!"
<Ishmael... I...>
<I was afraid of disappointing you. You were the best of all of us. I swear.
<The most dependable, and the one I'd trust with my life above all else.>
<Deep down, I wanted to be like you. That's why... I just couldn't bear to have you hate me.>
<I'm sorry.>
"..."
I could feel the murderous intent vanish, but she wouldn't let go of me...
And then she laughed.
"Liar."
<No, it's true
"Then why did you choose Faust?"
...
"You never noticed me. I thought, maybe if I worked harder, and harder, and harder still, you would."
"But then, of course... you went with her instead. The one who didn't care about you. The one who treated you like dross, seaweed in a fishing net."
"You gave her that affection. And I saw it."
"I watched when you were together. Every single second."
"Did it feel good cumming inside her,"
"Dante?"
"And if I was so important to you, why wasn't it me?"
"Her body was better? Do you like girls that talk down to you? Is it because she's so much smarter? Hey, Dante?"
I... didn't know...
"I want to feel good too, Manager."
I didn't know how to respond, but, I saw her face shift.
Contort in the shadows.
"I want to..."
It wasn't the killing intent that was so obvious before.
"Yeah... I have you all to myself now..."
There was something else. Like a demon.
I felt terrified, more than I've ever been. And I've seen Abnormalities up close.
I tried to struggle, but it only exacerbated my wound. It wasn't anything logical, of course. I knew from earlier there was no point.
But... I didn't want to look her in the eyes... because she was grinning so widely.
Like some sort of awful beast...
She moved around, letting go of my arms, but even just by sitting on top of me, I was immobile.
"Look, Dante."
She undid her belt, her pants, and out from within it emerged.
"You have such a kind heart. Such a way with words. It made me really excited."
"Yeah. It's your fault."
It was something that should belong to a man.
A grotesque cock, covered in freckles and veins to the base, surrounded by an unkempt bush stained with sweat.
A single droplet of precum formed at the tip, moving slightly as it twitched, but never quite falling.
The smell was... indescribable. Frankly, it was the only time I cursed still being able to with this head.
"Do you like it? Here, come on."
She shifted closer and closer to me, prodding that awful thing against the face of my clock. I turned away.
I couldn't even muster the strength to say anything in response.
There was no way that felt any good, but clearly my fear excited her even further, because it grew far bigger.
"When I was watching you two..."
"I was touching it too."
"I came when you did. I felt close to you. But I felt really lonely too."
"I cried... and it hurt a lot... like you'd stabbed something in my heart."
"Now you'll pay back the debt you owe me."
She forcefully shifted me around, turning me on my back. I shouldn't even have to describe how awful this felt, in more ways than one.
I knew what came next. She took everything from my waist down off.
Well, maybe it was more apt to say she tore it away.
And then she spread me apart...
"Ahhh, Dante... you're all puckered up and tight..."
"You might not be able to handle me."
<Stop...>
"But it's okay."
"It'll only hurt for a bit, I think."
"And if so, we're square."
<Stop
<Gaargh
"Mmm!"
She forcefully entered me completely dry.
Of course this was painful, but more than anything, I felt completely violated.
If I could cry, I would have.
This was no spot for a man like me to take... and yet, here I was, on all fours, with a bleeding leg...
...and every single centimeter of Ishmael as far up my asshole as possible.
But that was just the entry. Then she started moving.
"Ahh... ah!"
<Gahh, ggh... uunghh, agh...>
It wasn't apt to say I was moaning, or even grunting. Every single time she slapped against me, it was painful, and I vocalized that pain.
She was scraping into me, burning my insides.
I felt like a whore.
That's it.
I felt like some kind of useless prostitute, not even worth the dignity of lube.
Used as a toy, and then discarded.
Yet, amidst the pain, I felt good.
She was rubbing against my deepest parts. Against my most sensitive one.
My own cock couldn't compare to hers, but this was the hardest I've ever been - even harder than when I was with Faust.
My erection was almost painful, and precum drooled onto the floor constantly.
Noticing my arousal, she reached over, leaning forwards into me.
Pounding me mercilessly like a feral beast, she used her hand to stroke me rapidly.
The slapping as our bodies collided, the wet sounds of her jerking me off, my grunts, her moans and her breathing...
It all mixed together into an awful cacophony of pain and pleasure.
"Dante! Dante! I hate you! I hate you so much!"
"And I love you! I love you so much anyways!! Even though I hate you!!"
Then it happened. I took the final step towards becoming her personal toy.
<Ohh...>
I came.
I spurted rope after rope of cum onto the floor all the while she used me to her liking.
She could tell. After all, quite a bit of it got into her hand too.
She could only giggle.
"Hehe... aw... we can't cum together... nngh... ah..."
Perhaps as if to torture me, she kept stroking me regardless.
My sensitive cock could barely handle it. It was incredibly painful, and incredibly pleasurable at the same time.
The pain from my leg. The pain from her cock scraping against me. The pleasure of it forcefully rubbing against my prostate. The pain and pleasure from her handjob...
My mind was fading.
"Dante! Dante! I'm cumming!"
"Take it! We'll be one!!"
"Nnnnrghh...!!"
And as she filled up with what felt like an endless amount of semen, and as I came impotently for the second time, for just a second, my head went blank.
I clambered into the floor, useless, a smashed alarm clock.
"Ahh... haa..."
"Phew..."
My legs, forced to kneel, gave out as she pulled out from me, her seed making a most vile noise as it flowed out of me.
"You look great like this."
"Yeah. I think I'll keep you for a little longer. Since you aren't broken yet."
"Let's have lots of fun together... I'll fuck you until you break, Dante. Until there's nothing left inside... that can think of anyone else but me."
<Ugh... ohh...>
Unable to do anything... unable to feel or think anything...
I gave into my new role completely, and ceased to care about anything.
Tamed and destroyed by this demon, I have forsaken my right as an independent human, and become a toy.

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Pub: 10 Mar 2023 07:01 UTC

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