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not proofread will probably change a lot whenevr i feel like fixing stuff. hop off my meat if it dont make sense was high 4 most of this
evil morty dragged a disemboweled and questionably alive rick c-137 to the floor in front of rick prime. as he kneeled down to revive him, prime spoke again. “oh, isn’t this great. okay, alright, i get it.” the fear painfully evident in his words. as he rambled, morty injected who knows what into rick, shocking his body back to life. rick coughed, “w, what? oh, shit” he said, getting up from the floor and turning to face prime. morty hummed, “knock yourself out,” he said, before walking out of the room, the door closing behind him.
as evil morty walked off, he turned to the security room, and watched on the cameras as rick began to walk towards prime, while prime pointlessly rambled yet again. he leaned towards the screen as rick reached his hand up to remove the wires from primes forehead. the anticipation is gonna kill him.
rick swung his first punch, a solid right hook directly into primes jaw bone, causing him to spit out blood. prime laughed in response, said something again, and rick took another punch, and then another, and another, until primes face resembled a rotten fruit, looking decayed and mushy and oh so bloody. evil morty watched on, his pants tightening, and his breath beginning to shake. with anticipation. nothing else. as rick continued to beat prime to a pulp, evil mortys thoughts began to wander, what would it be like to do that to someone, who could he do that to, would morty be able to take a beating as brutal as this. while primes blood splattered on the camera, evil morty began walking out the room, distracted by his own thoughts.
morty stood awkwardly on the dock, taking in the bloodshed he just witnessed, fidgeting with his hands. after what felt like forever, he heard footsteps coming down the hall, turning to see who it was, evil morty walked out of the gateway towards him. “oh. hi again. is rick okay? wheres rick or. or prime. that was really crazy right ah ha haa” morty said, in an attempt at conversating. evil morty didn’t respond, just grabbed mortys wrist in a tight grip, before starting off down a different gateway, dragging him behind. “oh. uhm. okay. do we have to like. go do something important or something. you’re kind of hurting my wrist there.. aw geez.”
evil morty walked down a barren hallway, past a few closed gates before finally reaching one thats open, albeit a bit small. he turned into it, pulling morty in roughly, and throwing him into a chair near a wall. “oomph.. i think you bruised my wrist.” evil morty disregarded him, closing the gateway behind them, making sure to lock it and turn on the soundproof barrier. while he walked over to an open box on the opposite wall, morty continuing talking, despite not having received a single response for anything else he’s said,
“is that secret crazy weapon thing hidden in here or something? w what are you looking for??” evil morty once again ignored him, digging through the box for a few minutes in silence, before stopping and pulling out what appeared to be thick rope. “w whats the rope for. oh wai wait do we have to like. bungee jump because its like. hidden in the core or something. aw geez,, i dont think im strong enough for that.” as morty rambled on about bungee jumping and sick action movie stunts, evil morty began wrapping the rope around one of mortys wrists, prompting him to begin to freak out. “woah uhm uhh wait wait wai-” he started, until evil morty tapped his temple without even a glance, sending an electric spark towards morty to make him pass out.
morty awoke a few minutes later to evil morty shaking him by the shoulders. “stay awake for this. all of this” he said, his monotone voice full of warning. morty blinked, before trying to readjust himself, only to find himself unable to. his wrists and ankles were restricted to the chair he was in using a thick rope, that began to hurt his skin the more it rubbed against it. he began to open his mouth with an exclaim of shock, or an insult, maybe, only to be met again with rejection, as a piece of duct tape had been placed over his mouth. he began to panic, what was gonna happen to him? did this guy kill off rick, and was he next?? is he mad at him for talking too much??? while he shook in his chair against the restraints, evil morty put a hand on his shoulder,
“look at me” he said firmly. as morty raised his head, he caught a flash of evil mortys stoic expression before getting a right hook to the ear. he groaned through the tape in agony, and began to put his elbows together to attempt to defend himself. evil morty took notice of this, and, without as much as a second thought, stuck a leg on both sides of mortys hips, lowering himself into his lap and forcing his arms to move back. morty looked at him in dazed confusion and fear, his eyes darting around the room.
evil morty hit him with another right hook, this time aiming for the jaw, before deciding to go off with no thought or reason. as he was getting mauled, morty uncontrollably convulsed and bucked under evil morty, in a flight or fight triggered attempt to get him to stop. after a few minutes of thrashing him, evil morty stopped, exhaling heavily into mortys bloody and bruising and teary eyed face. he readjusted himself on morty, before being met with something firm under him. he looked down, scoffing, and looked back at morty. “its insane to me how pathetic some mortys are. like, just how sexually deprived do you have to be to get hard from this of all things?” morty began to shake his head, mumbling something.
evil morty scoffed again, and raised a hand to the corner of the duct tape covering mortys mouth, before ripping it off with such extremeness, causing morty to yip in agony. evil morty let him shriek for a while, before quieting him with another uppercut to the jaw. as his fist made contact with the underside of mortys head, his ears were met with the blissful sound he hypothesized he’d hear if he’d do this, as morty let out some pathetic groan-moan-yelp, dropping his head in defeat. as morty breathed heavily, drooling blood, e.m scooted closer to his torso, making a show of rocking himself on his lap. morty began trying to buck him off again, stupidly, as it only made him slide closer. “g get off. please this is sooo wei iird and gross. stoo oop.” he groaned out through thick blood and drool.
“if it’s so gross, push me off.” his stoic voice said, laced with malice and hunger. he waited, looking into mortys agape mouth and confused eyes, watching as his stupid brain tried to figure out a way to do that. “you dont think its gross?” he continued in a mocking voice, as he began to rock again, wrapping his arms around his neck. “i do, g get off, please, please i dont know what i did, please please i’m sor sorryyy pl please just get off m-.” this time, when he was uppercutted, there was a loud crack, like a whip, and e.m left blow after blow after blow, until morty was starting to look similar to how prime had looked. e.m rocked faster, leaving more pummels on him. morty had started crying, and e.m rocked and rocked, his pants soaked with precum. suddenly, he stopped punching and rocking, and just sat there, panting. listening to mortys pants and whines and pathetic sniffles. taking in how beautiful it all is
morty looked like roadkill, his eyes shiny and swollen, his nose probably broken and bleeding massive amounts of blood and mucus, watery blood drooling out of his open mouth, staining his teeth and lips red. he looked nice. watery girly lashes and red swollen lips. he looks nice.
e.m slid off of mortys lap, revealing his current state as he groaned and dropped his head in shame, and e.m scoffed at him again. “its. a stress res ponse,” his dick was straight and soaking through his pants, and he tried to readjust his hips in an attempt to cover it, with no success. e.m got on his knees in front of morty, and moved his bloodsoaked arms to mortys hips. he fished a finger in the hem of his pants, and pulled them down in a quick tug around his ankles, exposing him, causing him to tense up and lock his knees together. e.m paused, and looked at mortys shirt. “these have to come off all the way.” he stood up, and grabbed morty by his collar, “i’m gonna untie the ropes just for a second. be chill.” morty licked the blood from his lips and nodded, already planning to be the opposite of chill.
when e.m finally finished untangling the last rope on mortys ankle, he was met with, no surprise, morty attempting to tackle and fight him. morty thrashed against him, yelling insults and threats, and e.m pushed his legs under him, turning morty on his back and e.m on top. his legs laid on both sides of him and his hands rested on mortys neck, who sputtered. “i said be chill. do you know what chill is retard” his hands tightened, with mortys hands wrapped around e.m’s arms in an attempt to push him off. he kicked his legs wildly and kneed e.m in the groin, causing him to let go, and giving morty the upper ground.
as morty got on top of him, he began choking e.m, but with much less success. e.m pulled his shirt up and pulled out a gun, aiming it at mortys face, who sat up with his hands raised next to his head immediately. panting, he began, “woah hey i dont have a gun tha-” e.m tilted his head and moved the gun closer, “thatssocoolthatyouhaveagunandidontsocoolandok.” he said quickly. e.m moved his hands to mortys hips, and shuffled him around on his lap. motioning to his own erection with the gun, he spoke, “take ur shirt off and. uhm. ride me.” morty held back a groan, and proceeded to remove his shirt, using it to wipe his face down before discarding of it. when he’d finished with that, he looked to e.m, barely hiding his contempt for him in his face, before slowing readjusting his legs on either side of his hips. the texture of e.m’s jeans were rough, and had something hard pressed on his backside. morty grimaced, dreading having to move against it.
ill finish this later whence im done being in the trenches