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So…

How the fuck did you get yourself into this mess?

You were tied up in the fucking break room, the bunnies staring at your naked body in curiosity, then getting scared at the sound of Mr. Lopee’s booming footsteps.

The strings you were roped up with were most definitely not normal threads, as it was colored black, and there were handcuffs securing your digits, your mouth blocked by a ball gag.

Considering that you were wearing almost nothing, and Mr. Lopee was over there walking over to the sea bunnies while seemingly waiting for something, you instantly knew what he was doing…

He was going to rape you.

Oh my God, he’s going to fucking rape you.

As your instincts had sunken in and you began to panic, Mr. Lopee turned his head to you.

“Oh, sweetheart, it seems like you’ve woken up! I know this is quite shocking for you, but I decided to do something special after your last death! It was quite stressful dragging your unconscious body after my darling Sebby helped out in reviving you, though.”

Alright, I’m not doing this, you’re on your own now. I can’t deal with this.

.

As I felt my inner voice slip away from my grasp, it was now that I truly realized how alone and scared Sebastian must have felt when he went through this hellhole of a scenario. If it was still here, it would’ve asked me about how I feel about this right now.

My answer would be: “I’m fucking speechless right now.”

I mumbled, unable to speak. This annoying ball gag wasn’t letting me talk at all. I made an attempt at getting free, moving my hands aggressively, repeated sounds of cuffs snapping filling the room.

“Hey, are you trying to escape? Good Expendables don’t do that.” Mr. Lopee said, his tone dominant.

I was going to say, “Technically, we’re supposed to do that,” but the ball gag really had to slap the word no onto my face and my vocal cords just generated some muffled bullshit.

Mr. Lopee started unbuckling his suit and set his bowtie free from his neck, smirking at me whilst doing so. He unzipped his pants, the bulge in his underwear becoming visible shortly after, revealed as a throbbing green cock.

Well, my cock isn’t really throbbing.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this! But I can see yours isn’t the same.” Mr. Lopee remarked, sneering. “Anyway, one more thing, I’m still slightly shocked by your beautiful anatomy, Expendable!”

Again, what’s so special about being intersex? Oh, that's right! You have something wrong with your reproductive system, and you’re classified as “weird” by the other kids. In my case, I have a cock and a pussy, and a pair of breasts that I never wanted. But the green asshole seems happy. Nay.

“Enough waiting! Let’s get into it, shall we?”

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I can’t do this.

Sebastian, I’m sorry for thinking that you were a bit overdramatic.

Mr. Lopee walked towards me, and instead of thrusting his cock into me like how I expected him to, he instead trailed his finger from my neck all the way to the end of my pussy.

I hate it.

Mr. Lopee then proceeded to circle his finger around my pussy to tease me, smiling menacingly as if I was just his good little toy.

Just where on the contract stated I would be fucked by a green motherfucker who can’t even arouse me properly? If it had said that, I wouldn’t have signed up in the first place.

Then Mr. Lopee chuckled lightly, and had the fucking audacity to stand up and kiss my neck. Words can’t describe the disgust I feel for his actions.

That is, if it didn’t contradict the slick I’m making down there.

Mr. Lopee looked down at my crotch area and smiled. He seemed to be happy that I was cumming, as it further proves that he is the one in control.

“Now, isn’t that enough arousal? I can already see that you’re ready, darling!”

I can’t say anything to counter that, but I rattle my tied-up hands in rebellion, hoping the message I’m trying to send would get through.

Like that would do anything.

Mr. Lopee suddenly takes off the ball gag tied on my mouth, and for a moment I’m actually relieved. But that wonderful feeling of reassurance was instantly destroyed and thrown into a ditch as he used his hand to push my head down and practically thrust my head into his dick.

Out of panic, my whole body rattles, and I pull my head backward, getting my mouth away from that disgusting thing.

“Expendable, the hell are you doing–”

I swear to God, get away from me.

I pull my hands so hard that I feel like the cuffs restraining my hands are going to break. Then I lunged at Mr. Lopee, managing to hit his neck with my hands still clasped to each other.

…But my efforts were then unacknowledged, as Mr. Lopee punched my abdomen, the pain excruciating like hell, and Mr. Lopee looked agitated.

Oh shit. Sebastian warned me to…

“You shouldn’t have made me angry, Expendable. Looks like you need punishment in order to fucking behave.”

“I’M NOT A CHILD, YOU ASSHOLE!” I screamed with all the volume power I had.

Mr. Lopee glared at me. I don’t think I was supposed to say that, but I couldn’t help it. He was an asshole who didn’t deserve to live, after all.

Mr. Lopee then noticed the group of Deep Sea Bunnies which were staring at me in worry. He seemed like that he got the perfect idea on how to educate me on my inexcusable attitude.

He grabbed a Sea Bunny, and harshly pushed its teeth against my neck. He was signaling it to bite me by ushering it even more, its teeth beginning to leave faint marks on my neck.

But when it refused, Mr. Lopee didn’t exactly like that.

“Listen to me, you little rebel, you’re in fucking trouble if you don’t do what I say. Bite the Expendable, you bitch.” Mr. Lopee snarled at the Sea Bunny, spanking its lower half, the Sea Bunny squealing in pain as a result.

Honestly, I feel really bad for that Sea Bunny.

To escape Mr. Lopee’s pain, the Sea Bunny left small, but painful markings on my neck, blood oozing out from the wounds. My body shrieked as it bit me.

“Expendable?” Mr. Lopee called me.

“Huh?” I mutter, the sound being the first noise I make in an eternity.

“Apologize. Then maybe I can forgive you.”

I ready my voice, instinctively knowing what to say, Sebastian’s advice practically drilled in my head. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry what?”

I stare at Mr. Lopee, squinting my eyes, having absolutely no idea what on Earth is this motherfucker talking about. I apologized, so what else could there be?

Mr. Lopee waited for a few more seconds as I froze my eyes on him, until he looked like he got washed by a wave of realization.

“Oh… right. You don’t know the magic word. It seems like you’ll have to try to guess it then. Good luck.”

Magic word? What, like please or some kind of dumbass polite word we all learned as kids?

I try to fish out anything in my memories Sebastian told me about some kind of specific word I need to say in order to earn Mr. Lopee’s forgiveness.

Oh yeah, right! That word.

The fucking word that almost any sane human hates.

Jesus, I really wish my inner voice was here with me.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

Mr. Lopee flinched back in surprise, immensely shocked by the fact I “guessed” it correctly on the first attempt, and then smirked, winking at me.

“Well, don’t we have a good little kid here? How’d you get that right? Read a lot of porn, maybe?” Mr. Lopee cooed, his tone sultry.

I don’t give an answer. Why should this asshole’s question be answered? I don’t see a reason to.

“Hmph. Boring.” Mr. Lopee sulked childishly, slightly disappointed that I didn't respond. “I’ll silence you again now, that’s enough talking for you.” He said, putting the ball gag back on my mouth.

And once again, I was silenced with no ability to speak at all.

Suddenly, Mr. Lopee came close to me, and slammed his ass with mine, his dick touching the opening of my folds, the sensation of his hard dick disgusts me.

And yes, before anyone reading this asks me, slick was literally leaking in my folds, making them wet even though they weren’t in the first place.

“I can feel that you’re already getting wet, darling.”

I really wanted to scream out, “THAT’S YOUR OWN SLICK, DUMBASS!” but if you have any general knowledge on how low this psycho’s temper is, you’d know that keeping quiet is the best option. Plus, I can’t even scream anyway. Ball gag’s stopping me.

Mr. Lopee started giggling, lined up his member to my pussy, and entered me. Words cannot describe how revolting that felt like. Little by little, his inhuman dick completely went in.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

I shake my head intensely, clearly not giving consent.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Oh my God, Mr. Lopee, you asshole, fuck you.

He thrusted. Took his dick not exactly all the way out, and thrust it back in.

He did that again. And again. And again. Too many times to count. And yet, I can’t complain. Even when his seed filled me, I couldn’t.

Is this what eternal suffering feels like?

Finally, as my vision began to have white corners on the sides, he stopped. Fuck, I can finally take a goddamn break. I’m in horrible shape, cum is leaking from my pussy, there are bite marks everywhere on my body, blood flowing from them, my stomach hurts, and I feel like I’m about to pass out from disgust and exhaustion.

For some reason, my gut tells me this isn’t the worst he can do.

“Phew!” Mr. Lopee exclaims out of enjoyment and slight fatigue. “That was amazing, but I think it’s enough for you. Here, I’ll let you go.” Mr. Lopee says nonchalantly, untying me from the ropes, and permanently removing the ball gag.

And that’s when I realized that I also had burn marks on my wrists due to friction.

Hell, I want to fucking die.

I fall to the carpeted floor in extreme tiredness, still completely devoid of clothing. I attempt stretching my hand to get my gear, but I fail as I can’t reach it.

“I’ll leave you to rest, alright, hm?” Mr. Lopee kneels down to my height, suddenly fully dressed, caressing my hair before exiting the break room with that stupid fucking proud glint in his eyes.

“Sebastian, help.” I mutter. Until then, I never realized how alone you can feel with you’re being raped.

And I mean that. I really want Sebastian here with me. My inner voice. Painter. Just anyone who I trust.

I ultimately fall unconscious with Sea Bunnies surrounding me, squealing at me with concern.

Dude, you okay? We’ve haven’t been thinking together for a while, but you have to—

.

“Please…”

Who’s that?

“Please… wake up.”

That voice… it sounds familiar, doesn’t it? You would recognize it.

“Expendable, please!”

It was Sebastian.

“What— Sebastian? How did you find me?”

“You didn’t come for so long, I went around looking for you everywhere. Then I found you, here. I can tell what happened by your… bareness.”

You instantly panic, and then you realize you’re covered by a green blanket.

“Yeah, that asshole gave it to me. I never bothered to use it, but it looks like I’m using it today.”

You do nothing but stare at Sebastian, your only string of hope at this point.

“Did you use any of the advice I gave you?”

“I did.” you respond. “Every one that I could.”

“Good. You okay?”

“No.”

“Figured. I never told you, but since you’ve gone through this as well, I might just cut to the chase.” You look at him in confusion. “I have a plan.”

“Okay, explain.” you say simply, still traumatized by what you had just endured.

“We’ll make him taste his own medicine.”

Chapter Text

Sebastian never knew it’d come to this.

He thought it would just be him and the green bitch, but Mr. Lopee had to be extra troublesome and horny and mess with Expendable.

That would be the last straw to do the plan he’s been making a little more… earlier than expected. Plus, he had an accomplice now.

It wasn’t that difficult knocking the moron out and locking the vent of Sebastian’s shop. Expendable and Sebastian worked together to tie Mr. Lopee onto the table where Sebastian’s document was located, using the ropes that Mr. Lopee had left behind when the incident with Expendable took place.

Oh, how careless Mr. Lopee was, he’s really living up to his worth.

 “Um, Sebastian, are you really sure this is a good idea?” the Expendable asked, pointing at the stiff and unconscious body of the damn ghost.

“Don’t worry, by the time this is over, it’ll all just seem like a battle that you’ve proudly won.” Sebastian replies. Has Expendable experienced the sweet, succulent taste of revenge before? The feeling of the sense of control being stolen, and then claiming it back for the rightful owner of it. For Sebastian, he’d already recognized that feeling too many times to count.

It was such a wonderful experience to slaughter those fools who thought they could stand a chance against Sebastian.

As Sebastian was encased in deep thought, the green fool woke up.

“...Huh?”

“Well, lookie here, who decided to wake up at this time, huh? You worthless shit.” Sebastian said, clearly vexed. “Bet you weren’t expecting this.” He hissed.

Expendable seemed like they didn’t know what to do, but to Sebastian, it was fine. It’s their first time doing something like this anyway, he could just teach them.

Sebastian continued. “I saw what you did to Expendable. And you pissed me off. ” He growled, confidence sparking within him. With Mr. Lopee strained, he was acting like how Mr. Lopee would never have wanted him to act, but who fucking cares? Worthless pieces of garbage should be treated like this anyway.

Rage was really boiling inside Sebastian right now. “Now with all that chit-chat, let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”

Sebastian leaned close to Mr. Lopee, who was still on the desk, first practically and swiftly ripping his bowtie off, he advances to his jacket and proceeds to take it off harshly, tossing it to Expendable, revealing his green shirt, then Sebastian continued, glancing at the buttons on it. Quickly, he unbuttons all four of them, then throws the shirt on the hard and cold floor.

“Sebastian Solace, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Mr. Lopee cried out, ready to scold Sebastian.

“Making you taste your own medicine.” Sebastian replied simply. “Expendable, how about you try stripping his legs?”

“You shitty asshole–” Mr. Lopee was quickly interrupted by the cool air of Sebastian’s shop attacking his now bare legs with Expendable removing his dark green trousers. Mr. Lopee hissed at the sudden change of temperature.

“You’re the shitty asshole, Mr. Lopee.” Sebastian roared, taking his clothing off, tossing it to the other side. “Expendable, give me your clothes.”

“What?!”

“Just fucking do it!”

“Fine!” Expendable unzipped the zipper on their jumpsuit, then stretched their arms up above their head to remove the upper layer and white shirt beneath it. Shortly, Expendable was already bare, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. They handed everything they took off before Sebastian put a hand out, halting them.

“Just the jumpsuit.” Sebastian said darkly, snatching the navy jumpsuit on top of Expendable’s laundry.

Sebastian went over to the desk, facing the shitty fucker. “Open your mouth.” Mr. Lopee hesitantly does so, which right after, he is met with half of Expendable’s jumpsuit in his jaw.

“You like the taste of Expendable, don’t you? So there you go, Expendable-stained clothes in your mouth.” Sebastian said aggressively. Expendable watches, seemingly horrified and wanting to make a statement, but stays silent and solemnly spectates, without uttering a word.

Mr. Lopee spit the now saliva-covered jumpsuit out of his mouth, but as he was going to complain about the shit he deserved, Sebastian went on top of the table and thrusted one of his dicks in Mr. Lopee’s mouth, making Mr. Lopee visibly distraught.

Sebastian was fucking Mr. Lopee’s face, his pace rough and unbelievably quick, his lower half moving at full speed. “Take the other one.” Mr. Lopee doesn’t. “TAKE THE OTHER FUCKING ONE, NOW!” Sebastian screeched down at him, and with that scream, Mr. Lopee complied, his whimper becoming muffled by his cock.

Good.

After some time, Sebastian takes his cocks forcefully out of Mr. Lopee’s mouth, both of them now coated in green saliva. Then, Sebastian calls out. “Expendable.”

Expendable slightly trembles, startled. “Y-yeah?”

Sebastian’s voice goes softer. “Try fingering him.”

“Huh?! But… how do I do that?”

Sebastian gently takes Expendable’s fingers and places them in his mouth and sucking them, causing Expendable to go scarlet red.

“Here. Use my saliva.” Sebastian moves away quickly to make way for Expendable, – and to hide the blue blush on his face.

Expendable marches towards Mr. Lopee with a semi-confident stride, stopping occasionally in hesitation. Finally, they reach Mr. Lopee, getting down on their knees.

“Just put your fingers in his ass and do whatever you want.” Sebastian instructs, his voice still unusually soft. He turns to Mr. Lopee, his gaze becoming intimidating. “You fucking slut. I’m sure you’ve dreamt of this being done to you, huh?” Sebastian says as Expendable yanks their fingers in Mr. Lopee’s hole, fingering him.

“I never fucking wanted this, you disobedient shit!” Mr. Lopee screamed.

“Well, you got yourself into this mess. Don’t blame me. If you can’t find someone to blame, how about you get a mirror?”

Expendable continued as Sebastian spoke, Mr. Lopee making sounds of discomfort, until finally…

“Ah…”

Mr. Lopee fucking moaned.

“Enough.” Sebastian commanded. “I think you’re finally ready.” He stroked his giant dicks to get them erect again. Afterwards, he slams one of his dicks into Mr. Lopee’s ass, thrusting at an agonizing pace. Mr. Lopee groans loudly in reaction.

“Shut up, you loud fucking slut. Expendable, whip him.”

“What–”

“Please, just do it.”

Expendable reluctantly grabs the strap on the floor, and harshly waves it onto Mr. Lopee’s ghostly flesh, making him yelp. The reaction emits some sympathy for Mr. Lopee, but recalling the events earlier gives them the strength to flog him another time.

As Expendable whips him, Sebastian also thrusts faster, making the already dangerous pace even more deadly. With one final thrust, Sebastian cums into Mr. Lopee’s asshole, teal semen dripping out of him.

Then, as the duo cleans up the mess, Sebastian unties Mr. Lopee from the desk and says only one sentence:

“You’re fucking disgusting, whore.”

Expendable turned back to Mr. Lopee while getting dressed, additionally wiping the saliva on their jumpsuit off, smiling.

“I hope I’ll never see you again.”