Work Text:
The effects of your vital instrument seemed to have done just the trick.
The looks on all their faces were priceless when they watched you stab yourself with a syringe, its fluid glowing as it entered your bloodstream.
Getting captured by the Raiders was not on your schedule today. In all honesty, you didn’t want to admit that they captured the wrong person; you were only minding your own business when you stumbled in front of their hideout- more like fell into a spiralling manhole and ended up in front of their hideout.
Anyway!
A little bit of context for your vital instrument: you can withstand any torture inflicted on your mind and body. Think of it like an invincibility injection. Whether it be someone roughly grabbing your arm, stabbing you in the leg, or even hypnosis, you wouldn’t be affected. The best way to describe the feeling was… numb.
“You’re [Y/N]. You’ve been an interest of mine. I’ve heard people talking about you, how you’ve managed to create some sort of immunity drug.”
Maybe it wasn’t exactly a coincidence that you were captured.
The young man tying your wrists together was named Zodyl Typhon, Leader of the Raiders. Just your luck, you never expected to get such special treatment. Apparently, from the word going around, this man was an experimentalist; no wonder he saw you as the perfect test subject.
When you were brought to this dark room, you were forced to lie on this really uncomfortable bed. The scrunching of your face was all-telling.
Zodyl had cut your arm already, slapped you around a little, and spouted nonsense about how your friends were going to die. You remained unfazed and calm, and a small giggle escaped you when he flashed his tools.
Seeing that you were still conscious and blinking back at him, his interest was piqued, “Your vital instrument. What does it do? It must be linked to the immunity drug you’ve invented.”
You sucked in a breath, all to sigh sweetly, “Beat it out of me, Zodyl Typhon. You’ll see its power.”
He ignored your flirtatious undertones and asked, “You’re a Cleaner, aren’t you?”
“Nope.”
“You’re quite the bad liar.”
“Nuh uh.”
“I’ll ask again, who do you work for?”
“Your mother.”
The slap to your face was like a kiss.
Finally, his eyebrows crinkling in annoyance, it clicked to him that he couldn’t physically or mentally hurt you. He might as well be stabbing at a brick wall.
“You may be immune to pain.”
“Ooh!” You squealed a little when you were dragged off the bed and forced to your feet, bringing you to the middle of the room.
The man held you by the restraints, nearly dangling you by the wrists, save for you standing on your very tippy toes. With Zodyl standing at a whopping 6’2”, you craned your neck to meet his eyes. He hooked you to a hanging chain and grumbled, “But what about toxins?”
You only laughed quietly to yourself, amused by the leader’s creative ideas.
“Jabber!” Zodyl shouted in your face. You remained serene with expectancy.
It wasn’t long before another young man entered the torture chamber.
“Damn!” Jabber walked in and clapped his hands together. “Let me get in on this!”
“Neurotoxin,” Zodyl snapped, and Jabber followed obediently.
He beamed as he brought out his claws and jabbed you in the navel without hesitation. Your scream made Zodyl’s eye twitch.
Until the scream mellowed into something more pleasurable.
“Huhhh?” Jabber pulled away and tilted his head to the side. Once the realization hit, he began to point and laugh hysterically, “She’s gotta be immune or something, what the fuck?!”
You smiled at him and started to laugh as well.
Jabber’s feverish cackling mixed with your uncontrollable laughter almost contested each other.
“Whoa, freakayyy!” Jabber gawked in awe. “The Cleaners gotta be a group of masochists cuz they are all just crazyyy.”
“Any ideas?” Zodyl growled.
“You’re welcome to try anything else, boss. Without me!” Jabber then shuffled away, ignoring how Zodyl’s glare shot his way.
“Come back…!” You called out for Jabber in a singsong voice. “Let’s match each other’s freak…!”
The sound of a door slamming was telling enough.
Next thing you knew, Zodyl closed in behind you.
You began your act, “Should I pretend to resist? Should I tell you no, let me go!”
“I remember now,” Zodyl rumbled. “You are from Cleaner HQ. You know Rudo Surebrec?”
“I ain’t telling ya nothing.” You pouted. “You’re not very good at torture.”
Zodyl’s scowl lasted for maybe a second, “Torture doesn’t work.” He muttered to himself.
You watched him do the math in his head.
“Neither do neurotoxins.”
Not like there was much math to calculate, the effects of your vital instrument were simple. Torture was useless.
“Maybe…” There was a newfound confidence in his stride toward you.
Testing the waters, Zodyl’s cold hand caressed your jawline before his thumb dipped past your lips to intrude into your mouth. A surprised grunt came from you. He pressed the pad of his thumb on your tongue. Then, a soft pop, he retrieved his hand in satisfaction.
Zodyl circled you like a prized object. Despite his stoic frown, if you looked a little harder, you could see a mischievous glint in his eyes. Eventually, he moseyed behind you, and you were left breathing and wondering what he had in store.
It caught you off guard when Zodyl’s knee nudged you from behind, spreading your legs for him. An awakening chill raked through your body.
You hummed sweetly this time. Zodyl ran a large hand under your buttoned blouse and trailed up to cup one of your tits. Giving a hot squeeze, you mewled, glanced up at the man over your shoulder.
He stared down, all threatening, his other hand now wrapping around your throat, “I’ll wring the answer out of you.”
You sputtered a worried laugh.
Zodyl walked around to stand in front of you again. Staring into the cold eyes that were towering above you, it was like Zodyl was sizing you up for his next torturous play. You smiled at him smugly, accepting whatever challenge he was going to throw at you.
Without another word, you felt a hand grope your breast again. Zodyl’s other hand landed on your other tit and gave it a savoury squeeze. Your silence mirrored compliance. You wanted to see how far he’d take this.
Slowly, a hand travelled down to your stomach and back up to wrap around your neck. With a feel of your body, he grabbed the collar of your blouse and pulled the flimsy buttons apart. Your bra was next to go.
Exposed, you remained quite calm. Though, your nipples perked up from the cool air, goosebumps spread across your navel, and your legs trembled with something along the lines of dreadful excitement.
“Where is Rudo Surebrec?”
“Who the hell is that?”
Zodyl let out a satisfied sigh and leaned down to your right breast, licking the perky nipple into his mouth before giving it a secure bite. You flinched this time. The chains on your wrists rattled when you felt the shock of the bite surge between your legs.
“Oof…” Something like a moan resounded from you.
He separated, a thin line connecting his lips to your swollen nipple, “Where is Rudo Surebrec?”
“Don’t know him- ooh!”
Zodyl twisted your other nipple. For every evading answer, he was going to squeeze harder. You knew his game. He should know that the effects of your vital instrument are still coursing through your veins.
“Does he have those gloves on him?”
“Uh…”
Your pants were pulled clean down your legs, and you got an idea of how thin Zodyl’s patience was. The sudden draft was chilly; it didn’t help that the man also kicked the boots off your feet- now you were really at the tips of your toes.
“The Watchmen Series gloves, did you see them?”
“Oh…”
You stared at Zodyl’s fingers hooking around the elastic of your panties. Those callouses, his neatly trimmed nails… the unbelievable length and width of his fingers. You couldn’t tell if you were shaking from eagerness or worry.
This time, your reluctance to answer resulted in your underwear being torn down your legs.
“And she’s fucking wet.”
Zodyl’s taunting made you twitch internally.
He made a quick swipe to those glistening lips, feeling the slick glide against his large fingers, and noticing how you tensed up. Then, he did it once more, this time getting a feel of that clenching hole. Deliberately skipping over your aching bundle of nerves. Your breathing kicked up a notch.
“Did you see the gloves?”
“...!”
The bastard didn’t give you enough time to even open your damn mouth. He had separated your legs with one hand and slipped a finger up your cunt with the other one.
Your back arched as Zodyl leaned down to get in front of your face, watching how you bit back your voice. He was already pushing his finger up to the knuckle.
“So? Do you remember your answers now?” Zodyl was clearly enjoying himself; his sadistic sneer said it all.
“Go to hell.”
He tutted, “No manners.”
Zodyl was viscous when his mouth collided with yours. Those teeth of his nearly broke the skin of your lip when he got your mouth open.
His fingers worked in tandem, sliding in and out of your cunt just as smoothly as his tongue ran over your own. His other hand was busy, trickling down your bodice to grope you again, squeezing a strained moan from the bottom of your throat.
The man continued to work between your legs, not letting up even as you squirmed pointlessly. And just as you found yourself climbing up to reach your threshold-
He was agonizingly slow to pull his fingers, just as he was slow to take his tongue from your throat.
With an albeit intentional flick from your folds, he flashed his glistening fingers in front of your face and clicked his tongue as if to scold you. It was then that you caught in the corner of your eye those same fingers going up to enter his mouth. After a contemplative hum, Zodyl began to walk out of your sight.
Step by step, you heard his heavy boots make their way behind you. He was calm, painfully so. Your breathing had picked up the pace the longer he stayed silent.
Then, you heard the clinking of a belt unbuckling.
At this point, your imagination had blown a gasket. Your mind wandered at the many possibilities that lurked under Zodyl Typhon’s pants.
Was he trimmed? At least, well-kept? Was he long? Veiny? Or thicker? Or heavy? Was it pink??
“Did you see the gloves?”
You honestly could not give a fuck about any gloves right now.
Giving no answer earned you a harsh slap on the bum, enough to make you jump forward from the force. The sting was… partially muted from your vital instrument’s effects. Unfortunately for Zodyl, it only got you whimpering in anticipation for more.
There was the sound of a zipper being unzipped and the ruffling of pants being pulled at least below the hip.
“Oh…!” You tensed, feeling something stiff bump against your lips.
At this point, your legs were pushed open to make way for Zodyl to get into position. Once more, with his height, your back had to arch even further to even meet him in the middle.
Another teasing bump and your sexes were just about rubbing into each other. The slick of your arousal made it easier for Zodyl to slide further against your folds- until you saw the smooth head poke out from between your thighs.
“One last time, answer my question.”
“Listen, I don’t know that Rudo kid or whatever his name is-”
“I think this little cunt of yours is giving you away. It quivers when you lie.”
“No way…” You pouted. His claim was completely absurd. But you bit your tongue when Zodyl settled right behind you and lined the broad tip of his cock to your dripping entrance.
“You’re really gonna make me fuck the answer out of you, huh?”
At this point, you knew he had stopped bluffing.
“Zodyl…” You started.
He slapped your ass hard enough to make you squeal, “You answer my questions or shut the fuck up.”
“Zodyl, please…”
He ignored your half-genuine pleas, his sights focused on the head of his cock poking into you. He watched how your ass began to flush, the way your thighs trembled at the strain of being pried open, and how your pretty pussy fluttered against his stiff cock.
“Zodyl, I…” You begged again.
“What?” He hissed in your ear.
You looked at him with teary eyes and sniffled, “I hope you fit.”
You could pinpoint the second his restraint snapped.
The chains rattled loudly, a rough grunt, and then a blissful moan. You were practically lifted by the hips, had an airtime of five agonizing seconds, before Zodyl slammed right into you.
He was mean, giving you no time to adjust to his intrusion. Really, the only thing you could do was take each hard hit as gracefully as you could.
He’s not gonna fit all the way. You didn’t know when you started to shake. Was it out of excitement? Was it out of fear? Could it be that his forceful intrusion was him giving you a full scale of his cruelly impressive length?
“Fuck, you’re too tight.” Zodyl groaned behind you, sucking in through his teeth, pushing closer to slip in further and further.
You squirmed in the air, your hands gripping the chains above. For a second, you had to roll your eyes forward when they absentmindedly lolled back. Stuttered moans strained from your throat as the man bottomed out.
The way he stretched you was depraved, unfair even.
Zodyl started with a bang.
With all that pent-up frustration, buried anger, and immeasurable energy, you were quick to find yourself at the mercy of Zodyl’s brutal pounding. His hips slammed against your ass, his arms crushed you in his suffocating embrace, and even his heavy grunts in your ear nearly made you deaf. Indeed, you were in a bit of a precarious situation.
So, all you could do was moan and squirm and try your best not to black out as he repeatedly pounded every single thing he was pissed about into the spongy sweet spot deep in your cunt.
The so-called torture chamber was now echoing with skin slapping against skin and your whiny cries. You thought it was developing more into a comedy the longer you played this game.
But, little by little, your senses heightened to the pleasure, and you were suddenly slammed with the most potent euphoria you’ve probably ever felt.
It was as if your vital instrument’s ability turned up your sensitivity to the max.
Your toes were off the floor, now resting on top of Zodyl’s boots. Flushed against his stocky build, your back forcefully pressing against his hard chest, his hot mouth now huffing on your neck- you had never felt so much smaller than now. Being fucked by a whole skyscraper was not an unwelcome idea.
All the more when the skyscraper was a biter.
Zodyl had a good chunk of your neck between his teeth, chomping down as he hit you harder and harder. Each thrust shot up your body like controlled lightning; you could imagine your brain slowly turning into mush.
His thickset hands trailed all over you. Fondling you here, pinching you there, getting you closer and closer with each thrust. When his burly fingers slipped down to your front and drew wide circles around your aching bundle, you swore a little bit of something came out of you just now.
“Look at this scared, little clit. Despite how swollen and puffy it is, look at how tiny it is compared to my fingers.” He spoke over your shoulder, making you follow his gaze. Indeed, his thumb and forefinger fully engulfed your pulsing bead. “Should I squeeze it?”
“Wait, I-” You started to babble, spots crowding in your vision. “O-Okay… fuck…”
You squirmed, and he locked you in place. Seeing you crumble, he started to squeeze.
“Oh, okay… wait…”
“Talk.”
“Fuck… Yes… I’m a Cleaner…”
“I already know that. Tell me something else.”
“Ooh!” You started to swear under your breath. His fingers twisted around your clit as if he were unscrewing a cap off a bottle. “I-I’m a Cleaner… I work at Cleaner HQ…!”
“You can’t be broken already. Tell me something else.”
You were back to grinning at him, the spiral in your eyes was all madness, “It feels so good…”
“Keep looking at me like that, I’ll keep you here until you finally break.”
His frightening face made your toes curl on top of his boots; your essence dripped to the floor between his feet.
Despite it all, his anger made you purr.
You knew this bubbly feeling deep in your gut. The bastard was actually getting you off. Perhaps there was a loose screw in your brain that let your body think it was okay to come in the hands of the Raider’s Leader- or it could be that Zodyl Typhon really was just a good fuck.
Your hips began to move, rocking in time with his to make him hit that sweet spot of yours with every single delicious thrust. You knew it wasn’t going to be long until you made a mess on the whole floor.
Just as you grazed a hint of a climax, he stopped.
His hips halted. Too soon. Abruptly. Cold turkey. It knocked the air out of your lungs.
“Nooo… ugh…! You son of a-!”
He twisted your clit and watched how you fell apart. He studied how you writhed, fractures away from orgasm before snuffing the chance after letting go. Once he knew exactly how to play you, it was all at his mercy now.
You were hanging off the edge, and Zodyl kept reeling you back in with each half-handed pinch. How cruel of him to deny you your release.
It seemed like he found a way to torture you.
“Please… I was so close… Bastard!”
Zodyl’s satisfied grin was chilling. It was enough to make you cease your tantrum.
“Fine, I’ll talk…! I’ll talk!! Just let me come…!”
“Answer my question about the gloves.”
“Yes, fuck yes! Rudo Surebrec has the gloves!”
“See, that wasn’t so hard.”
Your mind went blank when Zodyl restarted at an unbelievably rough pace. An overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed over you; you thought that you were drowning above water. Those brutal thrusts seemed to have knocked your remaining common sense out of your brain.
With a shudder, you pulsed around him and, in turn, it made the Raider hiss in delight. Your eyes rolled back, and Zodyl clutched onto you tightly, groaning quite boorishly at the realization that you began to trip over the chase for your climax.
The coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter as Zodyl circled your weeping clit, shoving you further toward the edge.
Then, you felt him twitch inside you.
“Fuck,” Was all he said.
You came harder than ever, feeling Zodyl unload uncontrollably into you just about made you lose whatever sanity you had left.
Every spurt forced a squirt of pleasure out of you, leaking down your trembling thighs, dripping to the floor. It was a sloppy mess, you didn’t have to look.
Legs forced further apart, the chains rattled when Zodyl thrusted once more, stuffing you to the absolute brim. His head fell to your shoulder and you could hear him hiss through his teeth. How unexpectedly intimate of him, snuggling into your neck, balls deep and bowing forward, bucking every last drop into your ruined cunt.
After a delicious minute of being locked in his arms, Zodyl regained control of himself and silently began to pull back. You could count every pulse, every happy twitch, every inch gliding out- and you were only able to throw your head back against his shoulder and writhe in the high.
Eventually, Zodyl pulled away, his cock hanging between his legs as he peered down, watching his spent leak from you. It was hard to tell what the Leader was thinking. But given his thumb caught under your bum to spread your ass, you could assume that he was busy admiring his work.
“What’s next?” You wiggled your butt, pulling him out of his trance. “Gonna let me go now, Zodyl?”
“You’re gonna bring me to Cleaner HQ. That’s what’s next.”
“Fuck no,” You couldn’t help but scoff at the nerve.
A hand closed around your throat, making the chains clash as he forced you to turn your full attention to him.
It seemed like he had gotten used to your smug smile, because Zodyl mirrored a roguish one.
“I’ll keep you here as long as I want- until your vital instrument’s effects wear off. I’ve got all fucking day. You’re going to wish you cooperated.”
•••
The sound of clutter scattered when Zodyl stumbled out of the room, his coat barely attempted to be buttoned. His face was pale, cheeks hollowed even. The raging glint in his eye had mellowed out.
“What the fuck?” Jabber poked at Zodyl. “Where’s the masochist?”
“I let her go… or did she let me go?”
His recollection of the last thirty minutes was a blur. Zodyl could only remember being pushed down onto his back as you rode him to oblivion- right after he finished taking you against the wall even. The last image of you was hazy; you bit down at your thumb before wiping a smear of your blood on Zodyl’s choker.
“That was fun! Call me!”
Zodyl made a noise that sounded like he was suffering the effects of a hangover.
Jabber pursed his lips, “Yea, I’d hate to be u man.”
Zodyl collapsed to the ground and Jabber could only point and laugh.