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I heaved a deep sigh, swishing the water around in my glass and feeling the weariness settle in my bones.

I was currently sat in a booth at the Toe, taking a moment to myself before I had to go jump back into the fray.

We had just come back into the bar after killing off the last of those damn gerbils and leaving the cleanup of the town to the dromedarians. Donut and Katia were already in the safe space, dealing with the NPCs we'd stashed inside to protect them in case our plan had failed. Wait...hadn’t the Toe been destroyed in the fight? How was I sitting here?

I would be joining them soon, right after allowing myself a moment to just sit. No...hadn't I gone in with them already? Hadn't we already talked with Juice Box and Mordecai?

Today had been exhausting. Though, I had to admit, it hadn’t been all that different from the days preceding it. Every day in the past few weeks of being in the dungeon had been its own special brand of hell. Had it really only been a few weeks? It already felt like an entire lifetime had passed since that night where I'd ventured out into the freezing cold to retrieve my ex’s cat from a tree.

I sighed once more and finished my water, suddenly wishing I’d grabbed something stronger. As I set the glass down and braced myself to get up, I felt something strange happening to the soles of my feet. Was the floor...wriggling? It definitely didn't feel like hardwood anymore. I lifted my foot to check what was going on, and immediately pulled both feet off the ground with a noise of disgust.

"What the hell?"

The floor under me had turned into worms. No, not worms. Tongues. Dozens of long, wet, glistening tongues had emerged from the ground and were waving around in the air as if searching for something.

What the hell kind of mob was this? And why had it been allowed into the safe room? Sure, it hadn’t actually attacked me yet, but this did not look like a friendly NPC.

I went to swing my legs out of the booth to get away from the undulating tongues, but before I could move more than an inch, more of them suddenly erupted from the bench all around me. These were longer and thicker, and they moved faster than I could react. They twined themselves around my arms, my chest, my thighs and calves, pulling me right back into my seat.

I yelled in surprise and immediately started struggling and trying to pull away. With my enhanced strength, I should've been able to pull away easily, but the tongues did not give. How were these things even here? I was in a safe room, they should've teleported away the second they attacked me. I tried focusing on them to get a description, but nothing popped up, something which had never happened before. I spared a valuable second to check my minimap, maybe they were still designated as a friendl-

My minimap was gone.

The blood froze in my veins. It wasn't just my minimap. My entire UI was missing. I tried to pull up my inventory and my chatlog, but nothing happened.

What the fuck was going on?

I had no way to cast any spells, or use any items, or call for help, or do anything at all. With growing horror, I also realized that I was utterly alone in the bar. There were no other patrons, no crawlers, not even a bartender. When the hell had everyone left? Had they even been in here to begin with? I couldn’t remember, why couldn’t I remember how I got here? Was this even the real Toe?

In the couple seconds it had taken for me to come to these realizations, the tongues had pulled my arms to my sides against the back of the bench, and pulled my legs back down, placing my feet right back within reach of the floor tongues. I shuddered in disgust as the slimy tentacles immediately began to lick every available inch of skin. my feet were still covered in blood and viscera up to my knee pads from stomping all those gerbils earlier Hadn’t I already showered and cleaned myself off? but the tongues didn’t seem to mind. They slurped at my feet, licking up the gore and dirt, wrapping themselves around my toes and licking in between.

The walls of the inn shuddered around me, and I suddenly got a very very bad feeling about all this.

Who else would have the power to turn off all my abilities? Who else would set a bunch of tongues on me and be so focused on my feet?

“Are you doing this, you fucking asshole?” I shouted at the ceiling, knowing I wouldn’t get an answer from the insane System AI.

You haven’t been very good for Daddy, have you Carl?

I flinched as the deep, breathy I’m-touching-myself version of the AI’s voice resounded in my mind, startling me. Since when did the AI talk to crawlers directly? I had been under the apparently mistaken impression that the AI couldn’t address me directly, communicating only though drawn out item descriptions, derisive achievement notifications, and the occasional necessary announcement. I did not like this new development.

“What the hell do you want from me?” I growled, pulling against my restraints once more to test their give. The floor tongues hadn’t stopped their assault on my feet, and I was doing my best to ignore the sickening sensation. However, as uncomfortable as this situation was, the fear that had started to tie my stomach into knots had eased up as it became clear that I would likely survive whatever the hell this was. The AI was dangerous and unpredictable, sure, but it wouldn’t kill me, not like this. Dying tied up in a bar was too boring - it wouldn’t make for a good show. Though I tried not to think about it too often, I knew that I was one of the AI’s favorites. It was something that would never actually save me in a fight but that I knew frequently benefited me when it came to loot drops and “random” encounters. It unfortunately also meant that I was currently starring in some sort of weird hentai fetish porn for the AI’s amusement.

In a sharper, angrier tone, the AI replied.

Daddy was very disappointed in you today Carl. What I wanted was simple and easy, but you just had to defy me, didn’t you?

I took a shaky breath as the AI continued its little tirade. I still didn’t know how the AI was doing this, but right now I had to focus on getting through this relatively intact. The AI had already punished me for my disobedience with that acceleration event, what more would it really do to me? I doubted there was a way out of this, not when the system that controlled my entire world wanted me to stay. I just had to endure it.

The tongues continued lathing at my feet, slicking them up with saliva and smearing the blood around. The other tongues holding me down were similarly warm and slimy, but at least they were staying still. As disgusted as I felt right now, if this was all the AI wanted from me, then I could make it through and try my best to forget it ever happened.

The AI’s voice softened a little, sounding almost comforting.

But Daddy already punished you for your disobedience, didn’t he. Twelve innocent dramadarians had to die for you to learn your lesson, but you did finally learn it, didn’t you? You were such a good boy for me at the end, using those gorgeous beautiful feet to crush those little bodies and end so many lives for me.

The tongues squeezed around my feet as the AI talked, and the seat under me shook with the AI’s excitement. I grit my teeth, trying to suppress the bile rising in my throat as I shuddered in disgust. A stab of guilt went through me at the mention of the lives that had been lost all because of my stupid pride. If I’d just squished a couple of the gerbils like Donut had suggested, those people would still be alive, and I likely wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You can get through this. Just endure it.

The way the blood and guts gushed between your toes as you snuffed out the lives of those squealing little monsters, their screams of agony as you pushed down with those beautiful perfect feet.

The AI sighed wistfully before continuing.

Despite your initial little temper tantrum, you were a good boy for Daddy in the end. And good boys deserve a reward.

I really, really did not like the sound of that.

“How about as a reward, you let me go you sadistic fuck?”

I knew it wasn’t a good idea to antagonize the AI, I knew it was potentially just going to piss it off further, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was never the type of person to just take something laying down. It was probably the reason I was still alive. I was deeply uncomfortable, and, I had to admit to myself, scared of what the AI had planned for me; I knew I was lashing out because of it.

The AI cackled, delighted.

Mmm that’s one of the many things I love about you Carl, that fighting spirit, that human spunk. Let’s see if we can’t beat it out of you a little.

A beating I could handle. I was no stranger to pain, not before the dungeon opened and certainly not after. Whatever the AI did to me couldn’t be any worse than having every bone in my body shattered over and over again by a god, and I had handled that just fine.

More tongues emerged from the bench around me, slithering over my legs, my arms, my chest. One wrapped itself several times around my throat, forcing my chin up and giving the thing better access. The slimy end licked its way up my jawline and made its way towards my mouth. The rest of the tongues on my body and feet made it their goal to lick every exposed inch of skin on my body, with some of them becoming more bold and trying to slither into my sleeve and under my leather jacket.

The knot of fear in my gut that had previously eased up was back with a vengeance. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, the anxiety ratcheting up my breathing and starting to make me sweat. Not that I could tell at this point what was sweat and what was saliva. I glared at the ceiling and clenched my fists, wanting more than anything to summon my gauntlet and rip the writhing tentacles off me. For once, I wished that the AI had a physical face so that I could put my entire fist through it.

I had to calm down, I couldn’t let this asshole get to me. But that was easier said than done.

The long tongue that was wrapped around my throat got to its target and started licking at my lips. I sneered in disgust and clenched my jaw tightly shut. But the AI had been expecting this – the tentacle changed direction and pressed up against my nose, cutting off my air completely.

I clenched my eyes shut, determined to not give in even if I knew it was hopeless. I would need to take a breath eventually. I struggled futilely against my bonds, hoping I could find some give, some hint of weakness that I could exploit. My struggles grew weaker and weaker as my oxygen ran out, until my body finally forced me to open my mouth and gasp in a breath. The tongue took that chance to shove its way into my mouth. At least it had moved away from my nose, and I tried my best to take in deep lungfuls of air even with a mouthful of writhing tongue.

I wouldn’t give in that easily. I bit down on the appendage in my mouth as hard as I could, teeth sinking deep into flesh and the sharp metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.

The AI moaned as the ground shook beneath me. I quickly released my hold on the tongue, my defiance turning rapidly into revulsion as I realized I was just turning the damn thing on even more.

The damaged tongue thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. My mouth was filled with blood now, and it spilled out of my mouth and down my chin. I was forced to swallow some or risk getting it into my lungs, and the tongue took that opportunity to force its way down my throat. My stomach revolted as my gag reflex was triggered, my body trying its best to expel the foreign object. It fucking hurt, the tongue was thick and stretching my throat out way past what it was meant to handle. The tongue retreated, pulling almost entirely out of my mouth and causing blood and saliva to dribble down my face. But I barely got a chance to cough or take in air before the damn thing was thrusting in again, forcing itself down into my throat once more. The action repeated, the tongue shoving its way into my mouth over and over, sometimes letting me get a breath in and sometimes never leaving my throat.

Oh god. I was getting throat-fucked by an AI-controlled tongue monster. My face was a mess, covered in snot and blood and saliva. My eyes welled with tears of humiliation and impotent rage, but I absolutely refused to cry for the bastard.

The face fucking finally eased up, the tongue slowly slipping out. I hacked and coughed, trying to get air into my lungs in between spitting out bile and blood. My throat ached.

You took that so well for me, baby boy. Let’s see what else you can handle, hmm?

To my utter horror, the appendages around my legs that had previously been keeping themselves to exposed skin now started wriggling their way up. They slithered under the hem of my boxers, licking their way up my inner thighs and towards my groin. Their intent was suddenly very obvious.

No.

I panicked.

I lost myself to the overwhelming fear, screaming and thrashing frantically against the tongues holding me down, trying to grab them and rip them off me.

No no no NO NONONO

I knew the AI’s interest in me was partly sexual, but for some reason it had never really occurred to me that it would take things this far. I was not unfamiliar with the concept of rape, I had been in the military for fucks sake. But it had never really registered that I could be raped - it just didn’t happen to guys like me. This fucking place had already taken so much from me. My home, my friends, my dignity, my entire world. I would not allow them to take this too.

But it soon became clear that I wasn’t going to be getting a choice in the matter.

It took a good few minutes for my strength to finally fail me, but fail me it did. I collapsed in a boneless heap, breathing like I'd just run a marathon. The tears that I'd managed to hold at bay up to this point finally fell, carving trails down my cheeks and mixing with the rest of the mess on my face.

I couldn’t escape. There was no getting out of this. I was completely helpless, a slave to the AI’s fucked up whims.

The AI honest-to-god purred in my head as the damaged tongue that had just been fucking my throat rose up to lick at the tears running down my cheeks, smearing even more blood over my face.

Oh sweetheart, if I had known a little groping is all it took to get you to cry for me, I would have given you that dreamcatcher long ago.

My breath caught as I was momentarily knocked out of my despair with a wave of confusion. Dreamcatcher? What dreamcatcher? But as soon as I had the thought, I remembered.

The Toe had been destroyed. Donut, Katia, and I had gone into the personal space to talk to Juice Box, deal with the horde of children we had stashed in there for the fight, and to open our loot boxes.

I had received a gold Makeup Sex is the Best Sex box for relenting to the AI’s wishes by stomping on all those gerbils and stopping the acceleration event. In it, I had received some sort of magical quill and scroll combo, and a necklace with a small dreamcatcher pendant.

Enchanted Dreamcatcher Necklace of the Radiant Moth Seer

This is a unique item.

Dreamcatchers were traditionally used in some First Nations cultures as a protective charm for infants. Then the hippies got wind of it and transformed it into a mass-marketable tchotchke for “spiritual” white people to use to decorate their homes! This one is a cheap replica that came from a scam artist on Etsy.

The wearer of this necklace is immune to all mind control and psychic attacks.

Warning: this item may cause some interesting dreams. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Mordecai had whistled at the item, impressed, and advised me to put it on. “I will admit kid, I don’t know what that warning means. I’ve never seen an item that causes dreams like this before. You may get some nightmares, so be prepared for that when you next sleep. But the benefits vastly outweigh some bad dreams - that is a damn good item.”

I had put it on with no further thought. I was no stranger to nightmares - I'd been plagued by them almost every night pre-collapse. Either way, ever since we’d gotten the Sleep Apparatus upgrade to the personal space, I'd been sleeping like a baby. Maybe the dream effect would be negated entirely.

It had not been negated.

This was all a dream.

None of this was real. I could wake up at any moment. I realized in relief that this also meant this assault wasn’t being watched by trillions of people universe-wide.

The AI must have noticed my relief, since it rushed to reassure me that this didn’t mean I was safe.

Yes baby boy, this is aaaaall a dream! A dream that I control. There is no one coming to help you, and you don’t get to wake up until I say so. Oh, and don’t worry! You’ll remember this just as clearly as if it had really happened!

Fear spiked in my chest at the AI’s words. It was right. Knowing what was happening didn’t help me get out of this situation. Dream or not, the tongues now licking along the crease where my legs met my groin felt achingly real, as had every sensation up to this point.

My breath started to pick up again as the tongues ventured further. Dread had formed a hard rock in the pit of my stomach, and the fear threatened to overwhelm me again. I bit my tongue as the tentacles finally reached their target and started lapping at the base of my soft dick.

It didn’t fucking matter that this was a dream. The wet tongues licking at my cock, the tentacles writhing against my skin and pressing me down onto the hard wooden booth, the floor tongues still lapping at my toes and feet, the smell and taste of blood in my mouth, the pain of my abused throat – it all still felt pretty fucking real.

There was no way to stop this violation of my body. No one was coming to save me. Nothing was going to interrupt us. I just had to endure it.

I dropped my head back against the seat with a thunk, glaring at the ceiling once more.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

The AI giggled like a god damn school girl in response.

Oh Carl, you say the sweetest things.

A new feeling suddenly threw itself into the mix. I grit my teeth, my exhausted muscles tensing up as I tried to get my body to get with the fucking program. Endure not enjoy, dammit! But the tongues around my cock knew what they were doing, knew just how to coax my traitorous dick to start to stiffen and fill with blood. They gave soft licks all along my shaft, pulling my foreskin down to lap at the sensitive glans right at the tip. Other tongues came in to play with my balls, massaging them as a couple more wrapped themselves around the base of my cock and started moving in a slow rhythm. Of course, of course the AI knew exactly how to push my buttons, the damn thing was in my fucking head.

I tried to tell myself it was just a natural bodily reaction to stimuli, but that thought did nothing to combat the shame and humiliation flooding through me as my cock started to harden. I would much rather go back to the pain of the throat fucking. Hell, I would even take getting kicked around by Grull again right now. Pain I could handle. I didn’t know what the fuck to do with the poisonous pleasure starting to coil in the pit of my stomach.

Is Daddy’s good little boy starting to enjoy his reward?

The AI’s voice had dropped to a deep, sultry growl. I gasped as the tongues squeezed painfully around my cock with the AI’s words before resuming their gentle touches. Why the fuck had that caused my stupid treacherous dick to harden further? I was fully erect now, and I had never felt dirtier in my life. Why the hell was my body enjoying this? Why couldn’t I control myself?

To make matters worse, the tongues took a moment to ease my cock out through the fly of my boxers, putting my shame on display. Sure, there was no one around to see, but I still felt infinitely more exposed. I hated myself for not being able to resist looking down.

The sight was obscene, straight out of some creepy dude’s wildest tentacle porn fantasies. The red glistening tongues wrapped and writhed around my swollen cock, licking at every inch and lapping up any precum they could squeeze out of me.

I was so focused on the horror show of the tongues enveloped around my cock that I almost failed to notice the one that slithered past my balls and started pushing its way into the cleft of my ass.

I had thought that this situation couldn’t get much worse. I had been wrong.

“No, no don't-”

The tongue pushed its way between my ass cheeks and started to lick at the rim of my asshole. Every muscle in my body clenched up as I tried to keep the intruding tongue at bay, vibrating with the exertion of forcing my exhausted muscles to keep working. The tongue still wrapped around my neck tightened, cutting off my air once again. I squeezed my eyes shut, more tears leaking out, determined to hold out as long as possible even though I knew it was futile. I was getting dizzy and lightheaded, my lungs screaming for air. My hold on consciousness started to slip, black dots filling my vision as the strength left me. That’s all the opportunity that the tongue at my ass needed. It pushed its way in, forcing itself past the tight ring of muscle right as the tongue around my neck loosened. My brain short-circuited as the relief of fresh oxygen warred with the utter wrongness of a slimy foreign thing worming its way inside me.

I wasn’t the sort of guy to reject something just because it wasn’t manly. I had let Bea talk me into trying anal once. She had wanted to peg me, but we never even got close. I had tried my best to be open to the experience, but as soon as she had slipped one lubed up finger inside me, my body had viscerally rejected the sensation. It had taken a lot of effort not to throw up from the feeling of wrongness and revulsion. That had been the end of my experimentation in that department.

But now, I didn’t exactly have a choice. I was still gasping from being choked out, and now I was also struggling to keep my stomach under control as the wet tongue continued to push deeper into my ass. I was still trying to clench down on it, trying to keep it from going any further, and the pain of it forcing me open against my resistance was agonizing. This sort of deep, violating pain was not something I had experienced before. In some distant part of my mind I was aware that this would hurt a lot less if I just relaxed, but I didn’t think I was physically capable of that right now.

Why? Why was this happening to me? Why was the AI doing this? It wasn’t even a biological creature, what was it getting out of this? And why the hell was my dick still hard?

The tears were falling freely now, and I failed to suppress a sob. Two tongues emerged from the wood behind me and came around to lick the tears and blood from my face.

There there, shh shh shh, just breathe sweetheart. You can take it, you can take what Daddy gives you. You’re being such a good boy for me.

I had never hated someone more than in this moment. And for me? That was saying a lot. I couldn’t get my breathing under control, and the damn stupid fucking tongue in my ass wouldn’t stop wriggling deeper.

I was temporarily distracted from the tongues around my cock and inside my ass and wrapped around my whole body by a new sensation around my feet. The floor tongues seemed to have retreated, but now it felt like my feet were getting sucked into some weird wet hole in the ground.

I glanced down, really not wanting to know what had changed but needing to see.

The floor had grown mouths. Two of them to be exact. There were now a pair of giant human lips emerging from the hardwood, complete with tongue and teeth and the inside of a mouth. The lips wrapped themselves around my feet, enveloping both up to my ankles and starting to suck. The giant tongues within licked and pushed at my toes, moving my feet in and out of the mouths in a slow rhythm. The teeth gently scraped along the top and soles of my feet as they moved.

This whole thing now rivaled eating that maggot ice cream cone as the single most disgusting thing I had ever experienced.

The tongues wrapped around my cock started moving up and down, jerking me off, continuing to writhe and lick as they did so. The tongue in my ass started thrusting in and out of me. All of them were matching the pace of the lips sucking at my feet. Another sob escaped me as I realized I was getting truly and properly fucked now. I had never felt so helpless, so violated.

But the AI wasn’t even close to done with me. The tongue inside me shifted its angle, and I saw stars. The tentacle had brushed up against my prostate, and I gasped at the electric pleasure that rocketed down my spine.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK

The tongue licked and pushed at that spot with every thrust now, unwanted pleasure curling tighter and tighter in my gut. Despite how erect I had gotten, I hadn’t really imagined the AI would be able to make me cum, not with how much I hated every single part of this experience. Now, I didn’t doubt that that was exactly what was going to happen. The tongues continued their assault, wringing pleasure out of my unwilling body.

I was getting close. I really really really did not want to be getting close.

“ No no no no no no plea-”

I bit down hard on my tongue, refusing to let the rest of the plea leave my mouth. The warm gush of blood was barely noticeable with how much was already in my mouth, but the sharp pain was marginally grounding. I absolutely refused to beg. The number of things that I had control over in this situation was vanishingly small, but my words were at the top of the list.

You will not break me.

Unfortunately, the AI missed nothing, and it had caught the near slip. It sounded positively delighted.

What was that, darling boy? Were you going to ask me nicely to stop? Or were you perhaps going to beg me to fuck you harder?

I ground my teeth as the pace of the tongues and mouths sped up. Oh god, I could feel the tight knot of pleasure building higher and higher, I was going to cum-

The tentacles around my cock abruptly stopped moving, the ones around the base squeezing tightly, completely preventing me from cumming just as I reached the edge.

I screamed through gritted teeth, not knowing whether to feel relieved that I wasn’t going to be forced to orgasm yet or infuriated that I'd been denied my release.

The AI giggled again.

It’s only fair, don’t you think? You denied me mine, I deny you yours! If you beg nicely enough, maybe I’ll let you cum right now, whatdya say?

I caught my breath just enough to scream “GO FUCK YOURSELF!” at the ceiling.

Now why would I do that when I’m having so much fun fucking you? Suit yourself, baby boy. Let’s see how much more you can take.

I almost regretted my defiance when I felt three more tongues slither their way under the band of my boxers. The thrusting of the one inside me stopped as it pushed deep inside, filling me up. It might have paused its assault, but I could still feel the fucking thing wriggling around, pressing against my insides. I gasped as one of the new slimy appendages pushed against my stretched rim, trying to force its way inside. There was no fucking way that I would be able to fit even one more inside me, let alone three. The one already buried in my ass felt way too big, stretching me out painfully. I knew it was probably actually slightly less girthy than the average dick, but to my unprepped and untrained ass it felt like I had an entire fist up there already. Four of these things would be much larger than anything a human could pack.

I couldn’t control my breathing, I knew I was starting to hyperventilate but there was nothing I could do to stop it. There was nothing I could do to stop the tongue from pushing its tip in alongside the one in my ass and shoving its way inside the rest of the way with one thrust. I screamed as it breached me and I felt something tear. I could feel something wet trickle down between my ass cheeks, thinner than the saliva already coating every inch of my skin.

It took me a moment to register that the AI was talking to me in a soothing, patronizing tone.

There you go, shh it’s ok, you’ve got this, you can take it. Daddy’s got you, you’re doing so well for me, my beautiful boy.

I fucking hated that in the shocked and panicked state my brain was currently in, the soothing words actually worked to calm me down somewhat. It could also have been that the tongues had not moved, allowing me to adjust and letting my enhanced healing factor stitch up the rip in my sphincter. It still fucking hurt, the stretch of it unbearable. I would have preferred if I didn’t heal. I would have preferred the tentacles to just rip me in two and free me from this nightmare. 

The blinding fire of the penetration had caused my erection to flag,  but the tongues around my dick made quick work of getting me hard again. What the fuck was wrong with me? Did I secretly like getting held down and fucked against my will? I had never enjoyed pain in bed before this, why the hell was this different?

The AI continued to murmur encouragements as the two tongues inside me started to slowly move. In, out, in, out, they gradually increased their pace until they were properly fucking into me again.

Oh god, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t take any more, I wanted it to stop.

A cry ripped through my chest as the next tentacle lined itself up to the left of the two fucking into me. This time, the two didn’t stop moving as the third found purchase in my over-stretched hole and wriggled its way inside me.

I was full on sobbing now, unable to control the panic seizing my body. The pain was intense, but it wasn’t the intensity that was getting to me. I'd had much worse than this. It was everything else. The shame and humiliation of being violated like this, the self-hatred I felt for letting the AI get me worked up, the complete helplessness of not being able to stop anything that was happening. The fact that the overwhelming pain wasn’t canceling out the pleasure, but rather mixing with and enhancing it.

The fourth tongue didn’t wait for me to adjust before forcing its way inside on the opposite side of the third. My throat felt like I was swallowing razor blades, but I couldn’t stop screaming.

The stretch of the fourth tongue joining so soon was too much for my body to handle, and I could feel my ass ripping in multiple areas. The pain was blinding, it felt like I was being torn in two. My body struggled to heal itself, the tongues never letting up their steady pace and ripping me over and over. Eventually, after what felt like years but was probably only a couple minutes, my ass adjusted to the intruders enough for me to stop tearing. The sharp pain faded into a dull ache, but the overwhelming stretch and feeling of fullness didn’t abate one bit.

I struggled to get enough air into my lungs as the AI crooned in my mind.

What a perfect beautiful boy you are, you took everything that Daddy gave you. You did so well for me baby boy, you’re being such a good little slut for me. Do you like that sweet boy? Do you like getting filled and fucked by your Daddy?

I could barely comprehend how full I felt. The tongues were no longer thrusting as one, they were all moving at different speeds, pulling at my insides in different directions and yet always hitting my damn prostate.

The tongues squeezing my still hard cock started moving once more, bringing me closer and closer to the edge for the second time. A few hysterical laughs bubbled out of me as I distantly noted this was probably going to be the strongest and most intense orgasm of my life.

Tongues continued pounding into me, others slurping and licking at my flesh. My toes curled inside the mouths still sucking at my feet. I felt coiled as tightly as a spring, oh god I was so so close, just a little more-

Cum for me baby boy, cum for Daddy.

I screamed as my orgasm exploded out of me, every muscle in my body vibrating with ecstasy as my vision whited out. My cock throbbed, pulsing again and again as ropes of cum shot out all over my stomach and clothes. The AI moaned in my head as the entire room around me shook as if in an earthquake. The overwhelming pleasure lasted longer than I thought possible, it felt like I would never stop cumming.

I finally started coming down from the high, crashing hard. I collapsed into the bench, utterly boneless, feeling disconnected from my body. I could tell that the tongues were still writhing inside me, brushing up painfully against over-sensitized nerves, but the pain didn’t quite register. My body was still being wracked with harsh sobs, unable to get enough air. I knew these things, but didn’t quite feel them. I felt like I was floating outside my body, observing it all from a distance. 

The AI’s voice was a satisfied rumbling purr in my mind.

Remember this baby boy: Daddy always gets what he wants.

I slammed back into my body as I jolted upright from my bed with a gasp. The AI had been right. There was none of the fogginess that came with waking up from a dream. I remembered every detail, every sensation just as clearly as if it had actually happened.

A wave of shameguilthumiliationrageloathing hit me like a damn truck, and I just barely managed to throw myself over the edge of the bed onto my hands and knees before I was vomiting. My stomach emptied all its contents onto the floor as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, as my mind tried to reconcile the sudden lack of the intense physical sensations with what still felt like a very real experience.

Distantly, I was aware of paws pressed against my face and a taloned hand on my shoulder, all shaking me to try to snap me out of it. I could hear Katia’s worried voice asking something, but the words didn’t register. There was an awful keening mixed in with their frantic questions. I eventually recognized the noise as coming from Mongo, crying in worry at my obvious distress. I was hyperventilating again, my body trembling from shock. I shakily reached up with one hand, ripped the stupid fucking dreamcatcher off my neck, and threw it as hard as I could across the room.

The talon on my shoulder paused its shaking. I knew that I didn’t need to explain anything to Mordecai, he was smart enough to figure it out.

Words finally started making sense, just in time for me to catch Mordecai’s question. “Was it really that bad, kid?”

I started laughing, sitting back on my legs and wrapping my arms tightly around myself.

“Carl? CARL! Carl stop it, you’re scaring me! Carl what happened, do you need healing?! Carl!”

I felt a little bad about how much I was freaking Donut out, but I couldn’t control myself as my hysterical laughter turned into hiccuping sobs. Once I'd calmed down enough to get some words out, I ignored her worried fussing to answer Mordecai’s question.

“You were wrong, the benefits are NOT worth it.”

I continued to shake as Donut somehow pushed her way onto my lap, forcing me to uncurl and sit with my legs crossed on the floor. She was still freaking out over me, but I just sunk my fingers into her soft fur and let the familiar sensation ground me. Mongo came over and rested his giant dinosaur head on top of my own, whining in worry. Katia had gone silent, also catching on to what had likely happened. Mordecai sighed, sitting down next to me and keeping his claw on my shoulder. Katia joined them, sitting across from me and taking one of my hands in hers.

“I’m sorry, kid. I can’t imagine what would be so bad to get a reaction like that out of you of all people, but it can’t have been good.”

That was a hell of an understatement. At that moment, an achievement notification popped into my vision.

New Achievement! Be a Good Boy for Daddy

You managed to piss off the System AI enough that it had to take you aside and teach you a lesson. Daddy always gets what he wants, baby boy, so you better remember that in the future when you get it into your puny little mind to deny me again. Though who knows! Maybe you'll disobey me on purpose since you seemed to enjoy our little session so much.

And trust me, things WILL get worse if you try to pawn off that thoughtful gift I gave you.

Reward: you already got your reward! And boy did Daddy enjoy giving it to you!

I felt the rage bubble up inside me as I read the description, briefly drowning out all the other emotions. But as I sat there, trying to my best to get my breathing under control and to shove the whole experience as deep into the pits of my mind as I could, I knew I was going to be ok. Right now, though I didn’t feel it, I was safe. My family - the four beings sitting around me, worriedly fussing over me – they were all here and they were all safe. What happened to me didn’t matter. It was going to take a hell of a lot more than a bit of rape and humiliation to bring me down.

You will not break me. Fuck you all. I will break you.

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New Achievement! Be a Good Boy for Daddy (voiced by Jeff Hays)