Work Text:
"The objective is simple, we… uh- you need to eliminate the two subjugators on the screen." His ghost explained, her ornate silver shell reflecting the light around them.
"The problem is-" she continued, "- that we would have to venture into the deeper reaches of the Impasse. You know… the place where noone is allowed to go unless by order of the Vanguard."
The warlock hummed thoughtfully. "Where is their hiding place exactly?" He asked, interest piqued by the concept of a good fight that would possibly get his mind off of things.
She showed him the map, there was an opening in the side of a mountain, sort of resembling the entrance to the enclave. Pyramid architecture standing out in stark contrast to the natural creations of the Traveler.
"The hunters have already scouted the area, there are no guards. They want to keep their presence hidden. PLUS this is finally a real job, something worth your while instead of chasing down Taken Captains!"
He looked down at the datapad, opening the few provided pictures of the duo, one of them was wielding stasis and the other, strand. The Omen seemed to be the commander, its armor looked different compared to the rest he has seen and killed. It was decorated with sharp stasis crystals around its shoulders and wrists. The top of its head was modified as well, instead of the usual inverted black pyramid shape it had massive horns made of ice. The strand Harbinger seemed to be normal subjugator sized compared to its towering counterpart.
He needed a plan if he were to take out both of them. Going in guns blazing would not be ideal since the subjugators could call on their army at any point. So he decided on stealth, invisibility didn’t just belong to the hunters after all.
As soon as they arrived at the Impasse he set his sights on the monolith looming in the distance.
Three more days before the assault…
A million different worries swirled in his mind but before he could spiral into them again he shut his thoughts down and they began their walk to the cave. His ghost chimed in with some more info on their targets.
"By the way, these two were seen entering the monolith multiple times, clearly high ranks if they were granted access."
They must have adapted and learned to fight Guardians if they were still alive at this point. The rest of the walk was uneventful, the further they explored into the Impasse the darker the area became. As if the day slowly turned into night, except they were in the Traveler, there was no sun here that could have set. The howling storm was picking up and the light coming from his ghost barely illuminated their way forward.
Eventually they reached the entrance to the cave, in this storm and darkness they could have easily missed it were it not for the red sign marked on their map. After taking his weapon in hand and cloaking himself with void energy they stepped inside. At first they were greeted with complete darkness but as they navigated their way through the black pyramid halls in silence, they soon saw faint lights in the distance. They were scorn torches, he followed them hoping they would lead the way further into the cave and to their targets. What they found instead was a spacious room with an altar in the middle, and a veiled statue hanging above it suspended in the air. The only light in the room was coming from the torches on top of the pillars that circled the altar.
"Yep… this is definitely the place. But they’re not here." The ghost whispered as quietly as she could.
He was looking for a place to hide and wait until they came back, the furthest pillar from him looked as good a place as any, with a clear line of sight into the only doorway leading to the room. So he settled, keeping up the void ability that kept him totally invisible to the enemy’s eye.
Not even half an hour later they finally heard footsteps. The Omen stumbled into the room, holding its glaive in hand. He took a good look at his enemy. The subjugator must have come back from a fight, judging by the dried blood on the weapon’s edge and how it somewhat leaned against the wall for support, limping. It really was taller than any he has seen before. The glaive’s handle resembled Lubrae’s ruin but the rest looked more like a Titan’s diamond lance, except maybe triple the size.
Were they using Guardian tactics?
It would actually make sense, the dread were specifically created to fight Guardians after all. The only real threats the Witness ever faced in its existence. Each unit of its freshly created army had something new in store for those brave enough to venture into the Pale Heart. The Grim with their deafening screeches that could suppress their light momentarily. The Weavers with their ability to yank Guardians out of cover. Then of course the Subjugators. Modeled after Rhulk but made without his fatal flaw.
His arrogance.
It kneeled before the altar, folding its long legs under itself as it bowed before the floating statue. For a moment he wondered if it knew that it was currently praying to a dissenter.
It didn’t matter, this was his chance to strike, he wasn’t going to wait for the other to return. Using the room’s height to his advantage he leapt into the air and focused the void energy into a nova bomb that he sent hurling towards the subjugator. It reacted a moment too late, letting out a loud screech as the violet explosion engulfed it. He had hoped that his target would die in one hit given its condition, but it was only wounded further. It scrambled for its glaive, body language radiating nothing but animalistic aggression as it snapped its head towards him. Then it straightened up, letting the resonance energy flow through its body, making the orange light in its "face" glow twice as bright. The liquid armor spread all the way down to its feet and for a moment none of them moved. The tension hung heavy in the air as they both planned their next moves. This time the Subjugator struck first, charging at him with its glaive held straight. He ducked beneath it easily, following it up with a ray of solar energy that he directed at its already damaged leg. It let out an annoyed huff before quickly slashing again, making the Guardian retreat so it could gain some space. What it did next really surprised him, the Subjugator threw away its glaive and straight up lunged at him with its bare hands.
So aggressive, and unrestrained…
He had to quickly dash backwards to avoid being caught but his attacker did not stop for a moment, it bolted after him like a Tormentor usually chased its prey. That was not what he expected from this enemy, Subjugators always fought with such grace and style, some of them even bowed before the battle started! This unusual behaviour really threw him off guard, especially in this enviorment where he could get cornered easily. That is exactly what happened after about a minute of playing cat and mouse with it. The Guardian was about to make a break for it but the Omen was faster, it caught him midair and before he could even gasp he was thrown against the wall. He coughed as he managed to land on his feet, bracing himself on his knees for a second. The impact stole the air out of his lungs and if that wasn’t enough, the Subjugator crouched down to retrieve its lance. It lifted the weapon above its shoulder, pointing it towards him. Time seemed to freeze when he realised that it was about to throw the glaive at him like a javelin. A moment later the weapon was no longer in its grip and when he looked down he saw that the sharp edge impaled him against the wall right through his middle. The stasis was slowly spreading outwards from it, essentially freezing the weapon and him into the wall. It all happened so fast he didn’t even have the time to scream. Now he was stuck, neither the impact nor the spear had killed him and the object was also temporarily keeping him from bleeding out.
His Ghost materialized by his side, sounding just as worried as she did when they entered their first darkness zone together.
"Get it out quick and I’ll heal you, but you CANNOT die here!"
Trying to do as he was told he held onto the spear and pulled with both hands. It did not move an inch, the spear was already completely stuck in the wall behind him. He sighed, adrenaline still coarsing through his veins. His best chance was to try and melt it off with solar fire and then quickly use it to heal.
However the subjugator was close, it knew that the Guardian could not escape so it had no reason to rush. It was aware that the little drone next to him was the source of his ability to come back from death. All it had to do was bait it out and then crush it. He realized quickly that it was no longer focused on him but rather his ghost as it took another step toward them. He reached out for her, turning her shell to face him.
"It knows! You have to get out of here!"
"I’m not leaving you, are you crazy?"
"Listen to me! I can’t defend you like this-" he trailed off, tasting blood on his tongue.
He knew well that she would gladly sacrifice her one life to try and give him another chance. Many ghosts defended their guardians until the very end but in this scenario even if she somehow managed to take out the Subjugator with her sacrifice, he would still bleed to death quickly after. He had to shut down her attempt at heroism.
"-your death would be in vain…"
"I’ll call for backup! Someone must be nearby!" Her hopeful tone wasn’t fooling him, they walked into the howling storm on their own volition. Until it cleared they would not be able to contact anyone.
"Just go… wait for me outside the storm." He pushed her away with the flick of a hand.
The ghost eventually gave in, she knew that her guardian would not go out without a fight, she just needed to find help in the meantime. After sharing a long look that could very well have been the last, she floated further away, her iris now trained on the Subjugator. He reached a hand out in warning, arc energy crackling at his fingertips but he only unleashed it when the Omen actually leapt after his ghost. It was forced to stop in its tracks however as the lightning staggered it, allowing the ghost just enough time to transmat away safely.
Then… it was just the two of them, a trapped lightbearer and a disappointed dread captain at the very end of its patience. With its full attention back on the Guardian it walked up to him, looking down at its caught prey condescendingly. Leaning down it took ahold of its spear and twisted it. No words could describe the agony he felt in that moment, it was as if life itself was being drained out of him and a pained shout was wrenched from his throat. It seemed satisfied with that, holding him by the shoulder to keep him upright as it yanked the weapon out of him. He saw all sorts of shapes and colors from the sudden blood loss, but he was conscious enough to conjure up a little rift with the swipe of his right hand as he fell to his knees. It healed the wound and kept him from from dying his final death. He did not get the chance to get up however as the Subjugator was already on him, dropping its lance with a loud clattering sound to instead place that hand at the back of his neck. It knocked him forward and kept him there, on his knees with his chest down. He tried to push himself up onto his arms and get out of the hold, his plan was to melt its entire hand right off with solar but as soon as he reached for it the Subjugator grabbed him by the back of his helmet. Its giant hand covered most of his head as it lifted him up and then slammed him face first into the ground. His helmet’s black tinted visor cracked everywhere, it took most of the impact but the warlock was still completely out of it for a minute. The solar energy dissipated from his hand as he went limp on the ground.
Meanwhile the Subjugator used this time to pluck a stasis shard from its lance and began to cut away at his clothing. It snapped the belt that was keeping his trenchcoat in place and then pulled it off him and threw it away. Then it pushed his shirt up high to reveal his back and for a moment it just stared at him thoughtfully. The Subjugator wondered why would such a powerful creature not have armor as skin. It came to the conclusion that it was another weakness that needed to be exploited. So, slowly it raked its claws across his back from shoulders to waist, easily tearing it apart in the process and drawing blood. Its bloodlust only grew as more of the crimson droplets gathered on his skin. The Subjugator wanted to leave a lasting impression, something that would surely make him think twice before crossing another one of its kind.
The warlock was still disoriented, blinking rapidly to try and clear his swimming vision when he felt something sharp on his back. His ears were ringing too loud but at least he was still alive. Turning his head slightly he looked back and found the subjugator kneeling behind him. He stayed still as a statue, first because he could barely think and second because he feared his attacker would cease being so "careful" with its claws if he dared to move.
Then its hand dipped lower, bloodied claws slipping under the hem of his pants. He knew something was terribly wrong but his brain has not caught on yet. When both his pants and his underwear were pulled down to his knees the light finally switched on.
"What…" He said in disbelief as his eyes went wide under his helmet.
At this point, attacking was the only logical thing he could think of. He was furious, so he called on the storm again and directed a chaos reach right into its face. The Subjugator recoiled, shielding itself with one hand but slowly reaching through the flood of arc energy with the other. He was putting everything he could into trying to repel it, but in his current state it was far from enough. The Subjugator pushed through and grabbed his wrist, pointing it away from itself. It already had enough of him but the fact that he tried to send another wave was its last straw. It crushed his hand in its grip like one would crumble a dry leaf. For a second everything went still as he could feel his bones crack under the pressure, the nausea immediately washing over him and he had to grit his teeth to keep another scream repressed. His first instinct was to try and wrench his hand free but the more he squirmed the sharper the pain became until he saw stars. Cursing under his breath he eventually gave up. Even through hundreds of deaths he never got used to the feeling of a bone breaking. Sure he got somewhat desensitized to it but it still hurt every time. But as a Guardian you can learn to block it out and stay focused through most injuries, knowing that it won’t last for long. This time however… he didn’t have a ghost with him to take care of his wounds. The Subjugator kept his wrist firmly bound in its crushing hold to ensure he doesn’t try anything again.
He let his head fall back on the ground, breathing heavily as he continued to watch his assailants every move. The Subjugator reached down with its free hand to pull the loincloth away that was covering its groin. He glanced down between its legs not expecting it to actually have anything but he could not have been more wrong. What he saw instead was a pale blue and gray-ish colored cock, matching the Subjugator’s skin tone.
His mind blanked, he could not believe this was actually happening.
"Fucking let me go!" He shouted, anger evident in his voice as he tried again to get away from it.
It was clearly enjoying his rising anxiety as it took its length in hand and started to stroke itself. It was already hard and dripping, just from winning the fight. He had to swallow at the sight, thankfully the hint of fear in his eyes was hidden by his helmet. All of its movements seemed natural, especially when it tilted its head slightly while watching him, waiting for any reaction. He hated it and had to avert his eyes, the more he stared at that hand moving up and down the more he felt panic creep up on him. It was huge, just like the creature it belonged to. When he looked away the Subjugator immediately made its move. It wanted to keep his attention firmly focused on itself as it drew closer until it pressed up behind him. The creature laid its huge length over his back, apparently not bothered by the drops of blood accumulated there. He tried turning to the side in a weak attempt to gain some much desired distance. But it simply lifted his hip to force him back into the previous position. Somehow feeling its grip on him was far worse, it held him like it owned him, as if he was nothing more than a piece of meat. The Subjugator lined itself up a moment later, every fiber in his being was on edge but he at least felt relatively safe in the knowledge that there was no way it would ever actually fit. Still, it tried and pushed persistently before pulling away. Relief visibly washed over him, though the Subjugator was not deterred at all.
Still keeping his wrist bound, the Subjugator used its other hand to stroke itself a few times, coating its fingers in the slick already covering its length. It swiped a thumb over his rim and then pressed two fingers to it. Besides that it gave him no other warning or even a moment to prepare as it pushed both of them inside while ignoring his threats. The stretch was already painful, its long fingers were not wet enough to not cause harm. He wanted to yell or fight back or do anything but he found himself entirely speechless and paralyzed as it snaked deeper, going all the way in to the knuckle. Belatedly he realised it must have retracted its claws because the sharp pain he was bracing for did not come. He felt lightheaded, maybe from the broken hand, or the recent head injury or the fact that he almost bled to death not even 10 minutes ago. But even after all that the warlock knew he still had some fight left in him he just needed an opportunity. He rested his forehead against the ground, glaring at the floor as it began to roughly scissor its fingers inside him. Holding him open and releasing in a steady rythm. Its intention was clearly to prepare him for its much bigger piece that he couldn’t even think about right now. His messed up hand still held most of his attention, the pain of the stretch was nothing compared to it. A minute or so later he felt it pull back, it was about to add a third finger and he had to act fast. This was his last chance, he coated one leg in solar energy and aimed where the Subjugator’s jaw would be. Then, he kicked back and upwards as hard as he could.
His heel connected with its face with a sizzling smack. The Omen flinched in surprise, its grip on his wrist wavered momentarily which he used to try and twist himself free again. Then, the pressure of its hold increased tenfold and it pulled his other arm back as well, holding him firmly. Having more of his weight on the broken bones made the pain flare up even more, only to slowly dull into a buzzing numbness as he realised he was losing feeling in it now.
The Subjugator was officially done playing with its food. It pressed the tip of its cock against his rim again, smearing precome all over him. But instead of sliding past again, this time it pushed even more insistently.
"You disgusting animal-"
He choked on the rest of his reply when the flared tip actually slid inside.
No, no, no this wasn’t supposed to happen! His anger was slowly turning into desperation as he realised it definitely wasn’t going to back off now.
It pulled him closer, trying to fit more of its length into him, inch after agonizing inch. About halfway in it met too much resistance, their difference in size simply would not allow more yet. Still, he was surely torn if the sharp stinging pain was anything to go by. With that, it finally let his hands go, to instead grab his hips and not let him crawl away. The warlock fell forward, he was glad for his gloves, he was sure his entire hand was covered in dark bruises which he really didn’t want to see. He felt weak, brain not even comprehending what just happened. He honestly didn’t know which ache to focus on but he managed to keep himself together, the light was going to fix him he just needed to focus. He took a shaky breath and concentrated on healing his injuries as much as he could.
The energy gradually fixed his hand and reshaped his flesh around the intrusion, allowing it to move a tiny bit more freely inside him. His hole was wrapped tightly around the length that was able to enter him. The surface was not smooth, there were veins going through it which he could very much feel. He grit his teeth to keep any sound from escaping but as it continued to push in slowly he couldn't keep a pained hiss down. It felt huge, like it was about to come up his throat and choke him. Even breathing seemed to make the pressure worse. Many minutes of suffering passed by until it was able to stuff its entire length in him and now that it was finally inside it was not going to pull out. He already felt overwhelmed even though it hasn't even moved yet.
The subjugator kept still for a while, just enjoying the sight of him struggling to get used to its size.
Then it dragged out slowly, his hole stretching outwards with the movement and it was agonizing. It stopped with only the tip inside and before he could brace for it, slammed back in harshly. He was clawing at the ground, it hurt like hell and not in a way that he was used to. This wasn't like a slash wound from an invisible marauder who managed to sneak up on him. Or getting shot by a vex minotaur's cannon. He could easily walk those off, he has felt those injuries too many times.
But this, this was entirely new...
It kept repeating that, pulling out so slowly, building that dreadful anticipation in his core for the next thrust. Each one knocked the air out of his lungs, the searing pain felt like a punch from the inside with nothing to protect him from its intensity. It was not meant for a human and it was way too much at once. He could literally feel his guts getting rearranged by that huge cock. His arms were about to give out so he rested on his elbows with his head bowed to try and muffle his voice further. From this angle he could see down to his stomach and as he pulled his shirt away he noticed a bump next to his belly button.
That sight scared him beyond belief and in his panic he tried to clench down to stop it from going any deeper. Only to immediately regret it as the pain flared up to the point where he felt like he was about to scream. But he was not going to give the subjugator that satisfaction, not again. When he brushed his fingers lightly against the bump it felt hard to the touch. He didn't want to imagine how it must have looked from the inside.
The Omen on the other hand was absolutely loving the tightness.
Its thrusts weren't smooth, the subjugator actually faced resistance and had to apply considerable force to ram past his body's natural defenses. To him it was a completely foreign sensation, he has never felt anything this far and deep inside him.
The Subjugator was getting impatient so it started moving a little faster. Sometimes he could even feel its heavy balls smack against his own when it pushed its entire length in. Every thrust made an ugly, wet squelching sound that resonated in his head. It was still not going quick with all that length but it was a step. His overstretched muscles struggled to keep up, already feeling really sore and if it wasn't for the light he definitely would have felt the aftermath for weeks. The Omen continued "lightly" rolling its hips, but for him it felt like the tip was going to stab through his stomach.
A thrumming noise eventually reached his ears, at first he wasn't sure if it was his own racing heartbeat or something else but upon looking up it turned out they were the footsteps of another subjugator approaching.
His second target.
He has never been more glad for his helmet. He was mortified, his face fell. For a moment he froze, unsure whether the Harbinger was going to kill him. Sure the first one wanted to have its way with him, but the second could very well have just ended his life there. He honestly didn't think his situation could get any worse but here he was. The Harbinger tilted its head curiously, then in an unknown language to him, the two Subjugators exchanged a few words. The stasis one behind him sounded pissed and now he was as well. At this point he wanted nothing more than to sink a dawnblade into their hearts. The thought of revenge kept him from falling into despair completely.
As it answered the other's question it punctuated every word with a thrust, hoping to finally get a reaction out of him. Its last word was accompanied by a really harsh one that managed to punch a small noise out of him. That was all the convincing the Harbinger needed to put down its weapon and join them. It didn't even cross his mind until that point that it would want to join them. His instincts were screaming at him to back away, but with the Omen fully inside him he had nowhere to go. His heart sank because there was no way he could deal with both, he was going to die.
It grabbed him by the lower part of his helmet, claws brushing dangerously close to his neck. Clumsily the Harbinger tried to rip it off of him but achieved no success. He definitely wasn't going to help but as it kept pulling it became obvious that if he wanted to keep his head from getting torn off he would have to. Reluctantly he reached up and undid the clasps securing his helmet. When it was removed he immediately turned away, face already flushed red from the embarrassment of being so exposed. Not like it cared about his misery. The Omen wanted to teach him a lesson, but the Harbinger was just here to use him.
It pulled the loincloth away as well. Then, it grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up, his face mere inches away from its cock. It looked exactly like the other's, except for the color, it was dark green since this one wielded strand. He set his jaw and decided he was not going to let that thing get into his mouth no matter what.
However, it took the one behind him less than a minute to change his mind.
It was clear to the Omen that the Guardian has still not realised that his fate was entirely in their hands. He was outmatched, they could do whatever they wanted to him. They could have killed him at any point, it was about time he was reminded of that. It signaled the other to move back and allow them space. Leaning forward it placed both hands above his shoulders on the ground, essentially crowding him under its form. The warlock was pressed almost flat against the ground by its weight. He had a vague idea of what might be coming next and he knew he wasn't ready.
When they were in position the Omen gave a few experimental thrusts to see if its new plaything would break or not. Then, abandoning all restraint it set a brutal tempo, hoping to drive home the fact that he was not in charge here. It was going too fast, barely pulling out before thrusting back in deep. At the start the shock left him frozen and speechless, but he could not hold his voice back for long.
"A-ahh- stop! No! F-fuck... I can't-"
Gasping, he reached a hand down under his shirt to try and soothe the ache but even a single touch felt like holding fire against the sensitive area. His rim was stretched painfully thin around the thick cock filling him, but the real difficulty came from how much harder it was going, compared to a human.
His strength has faded quickly and he couldn't keep quiet. The tempo made him cry almost instantly and his little whimpers were getting cut off by the sound of its hips slapping against his. So loud that he was surely never going to forget it. The size felt like it was splitting him open with each rapid thrust and he couldn't even string the words together to say anything. The thoughts were fucked right out of his head until he could only make those desperate sounds that his enemies so desired.
Tears were flowing down his face but at least the Harbinger didn't immediately try to take advantage of him. He half expected it to invade his mouth at the first chance it got. But it felt content to just sit back and watch for a while as his tight hole was getting destroyed. After a minute that felt like an eternity it finally stilled, sensing that he was on the verge of passing out.
The warlock slumped forward, resting on the ground and for a moment he wasn't even sure if he was still in one piece. He felt thoroughly heartbroken about this entire ordeal, getting violated by one of his targets wasn't enough... it had to be both. Both, that he was supposed to have killed by now.
The Omen knelt back and allowed the other subjugator to get involved as well. The Harbinger pulled him back to his hands and knees, though it was a struggle to get his arms working again. Then quickly, it slipped two fingers into his panting half-open mouth. He looked up at it with the meanest glare he could muster, his eyesight still blurry from the tears, before biting down on its digits as hard as he could. The Harbinger quickly pulled back with a hiss and it almost retaliated with a punch to his face but stopped itself at the last moment. Not out of kindness by any chance, but because it could have easily broken his neck thanks to their difference in physical power. He was still trying to plan his escape when he had enough coherent thoughts for it, but now there were two against him and he actually couldn't see a way out. Plus the sharp twinges of pain in his abdomen were there as a constant reminder of what happens if he doesn't play along. He was trapped... and he has never felt so small in his entire life.
Suddenly he had a terrifying thought about the Harbinger. What if it was about to break his jaw and then make use of his mouth when he can't resist it anymore? That definitely wasn't a scenario he wanted to end up in. The stasis subjugator certainly didn't mind crushing his hand and giving him a concussion to get what it wanted...
The Omen began thrusting again in warning and he instantly knew what it meant, it was not going to stop this time until he opened his mouth voluntarily.
"I'm- ngh... I'm gonna kill both of you!" He hissed, with a voice more shaky than threatening.
He reluctantly opened his mouth, lips trembling as he parted them. The Harbinger was big, but definitely smaller than the other one so it could actually fit into his mouth if he kept it wide open. The taste was the least of his troubles as it was sliding in. A moment later it was already reaching for the back of his throat when he tensed up. This was truly happening, and he was going to be absolutely defenseless if he let it continue any longer. So as a last ditch effort, he braced a hand against the thigh of the subjugator to push himself away. The Omen behind him snarled, clearly fed up with his annoying resistance against the inevitable. It put one huge hand on the back of his head and pushed him down, while giving a few forceful thrusts which made it's subordinate's cock slide deeper and deeper down his throat each time. The tip rammed its way past the bend and his gag reflex was useless against it, suppressed under the size of the cock stuffed into his throat, until its entire length disappeared in his mouth.
He was actually struggling now and they didn't even seem to care. The warlock made a miserable noise, hoping they would get the hint but unsurprisingly none of them relented. He felt like his heart was about to give out from all the pent up anger, the pain and his ever increasing feeling of helplessness. He knew he was going to lose composure soon, so he shut his eyes and tried to focus on breathing through his nose. A few seconds later the Omen felt satisfied with his sudden lack of resistance so it finally let him pull back a little.
The Omen also slowed its pace down to something more manageable. Not going as fast and deep as before. It knew well that he would hate it even more if they actually made him enjoy it. To his embarrassment, his own cock twitched in interest when it finally found that special spot in him. He didn't even notice that he got hard from the previous assault. It definitely wasn't a voluntary reaction, its length was simply too big to not crush his prostate with every thrust. Even though it hurt, it still sent the blood rushing to his lower half.
The pain slowly subsided though it never disappeared completely. Instead it was gradually getting replaced by a growing heat between his legs. He felt overwhelmed and hot everywhere, he didn't know how to deal with the unwanted pleasure. He also didn't think it could ever make him feel good but his broken body and troubled mind were reacting a little too well to its movements. Now that he has finally given up they had free reign over him, and both were going to use it. The Harbinger switched angles, bracing both hands on the ground as it raised its hips. This way, it could match its commander's pace, each time it thrust in, the force pushed the Guardian forward, and also down on its own length. His jaw strained from trying to keep his teeth away as it continued to rub itself off on his tongue. He eventually realized that fighting against the hand pushing him down just made the discomfort worse. So he tried easing into it, keeping his throat as relaxed as possible and allowing the Omen to guide his movements. It worked for a while, until the Harbinger gave one thrust too harsh, the phantom feeling of needing to gag but being unable to overriding his controls and making him try to pull off again. To make matters even worse, now that his mouth was occupied he couldn't stifle any of his choked noises of pleasure from escaping, each push forcing one out of him for both of them to hear. He was hoping to pass out instead of having to endure this. Each wet slide against that spot felt more intense than the last and he really wanted to lose that erection because he was not enjoying any of this. An especially hard thrust against his prostate made him shiver, his entire body seizing with it, making both Subjugators let out a groan as he squeezed down on both of them. They liked that feeling a lot so the Omen picked up the pace, keeping the angle up and hitting that spot inside him almost nonstop. There was no escape from it, he wasn't allowed even a moment to catch his breath. Soon his own cock was dripping, aching to be touched but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He was pushed to the edge before the Omen completely stopped to kill his orgasm. He honestly didn't know whether to be mad or thankful. It clearly wanted to drag it out for as long as possible and not let him finish too early for all the trouble he's caused them.
They kept at it for a long time and he only needed a few strokes, but he still didn't want to finish. But even in this fucked up situation it was going to happen sooner rather than later. Getting stuffed on both ends eventually ended up forcing the orgasm out of him. With a strained moan, his hips bucked forward as he came, while almost choking on the other cock. Face contorted by the overwhelming pleasure of finally getting to cum, his eyes rolled back as it happened. It was pure bliss and for a second he even forgot where he was. He could only moan as he was rocked through it. His climax's aftershocks were dragged out by each hard thrust that followed until his legs were shaking. The Omen wasn't going to give him any rest though, it wanted him to feel every single second of that high, and remember that it was them who made him feel it.
Neither of them slowed down for even a second and the overstimulation was quickly starting to build, at first he smacked a fist against the thigh of the Harbinger to slow down and when that didn't work he clawed at it. In response though it only got more rough with him, thrusting as deep into his mouth as it could until he felt himself lose the last piece of his composure. Hot, fresh tears spilled down his flushed cheeks as he was forced to endure even more.
That moment was when the Omen finally figured it out. This, is how a lightbearer needed to be broken. Simply defeating and killing him in battle would never have satisfied the sadistic needs that The Witness engineered into all of them. No, these Subjugators wanted more, to see him at his most vulnerable... to see him struggle to not fall apart and fail, while both of them were having their way with him.
He absolutely hated to admit it, but these two were so out of his league both in power level and size. He should never have taken the bounty. They had endless stamina compared to a human, and he was at the edge again purely because of the overstimulation. Each press against his abused and sensitive prostate was making his legs twitch from the intensity, it was all too much. He was exhausted and from the way they were handling him, he was beginning to feel like a toy instead of a person, much less a Guardian. He's always liked it a little rough but right now he was getting fucked within an inch of his life and all he wanted was for it to stop.
His uncontrollable moans and whines around its cock made the Harbinger finish first, he could feel the entire thing start to pulse before it happened.
The Omen pushed his head all the way down to take the front's entire length as it came, and he could barely swallow around the thick length but he had to, otherwise the fluid might have actually choked him. It felt absolutely revolting and it stayed right there until he's swallowed most of it. It was still coming when it pulled free, spilling the last of its release across his face. He wanted to look angry, he hated how it was mocking him but he simply couldn't, not when the Omen was still fucking his brains out. At this point he couldn't even attempt to silence the unacceptable sounds coming from him, his breathless and strained moans rising in pitch as his second orgasm built quickly.
The Omen slid one hand down to his shoulder, while still holding him by the hip with the other. The sudden increase in speed signaled that it was close to release as well. He really did not want it finishing inside, he had to do something about it anything, so he reached back with one hand and tried to push it away at the hips. The Omen found it amusing how he was still trying to put up a fight even after all they've already done to him. Then, it fucked him even harder, relishing the long and drawn out whimper it forced from him.
With a final deep thrust it pulled him all the way in and relased a flood of cum inside him. His breath hitched, the feeling of the warm fluid shooting up into him was so intense he didn't know whether he was going to cum or vomit. It kept going for a little while, its pulsing cock pumping more into him until the nausea became too much and his body decided on almost doing both. His second unwanted orgasm crashed into him like a tide making him curl in on himself and at this point it was accompanied by a wave of discomfort as it forced another spurt of cum out of him. Then suddenly he felt his throat tighten, but he managed to keep it all from coming back up by putting a hand over his mouth and forcing himself to swallow everything back. He felt humiliated enough by finishing twice, he wasn't going to make it even worse by throwing up.
When it was done with him the Omen pulled out with a wet pop and instead of relief he felt just how much his hole actually got abused. The soreness and the throbbing, burning pain only increased as it withdrew, now he had nothing in him and he felt hollow, suddenly too empty. He couldn't hold any of the cum dripping out of him after the relentless assault and the cool air felt awful against his hot skin. He collapsed on the ground, burying his messy face in his sleeves as he sniffled, unable to look up at the duo who were surely proud of themselves, and too satisfied with how defeated he must have looked.
Both of the subjugators shuffled to stand up and he wasn't sure if they were going to kill him now or just leave him here like this. He still didn't want to die after all, but he wasn't exactly in any state to fight back.
Over his own heavy breathing he could hear footsteps disappearing into the distance and he finally dared to look up, only to be met with the Harbinger looking down at him intently.
His blood ran cold.
It probably wanted a round two for finishing too early. He hazily rolled onto his back, suddenly wincing in pain as the scratches there got pressed against the ground. He had completely forgotten about the cuts there. It knelt behind him and panic yet again seized him but he gathered all his remaining strength and kicked its arm away before it could lay another hand on him. Though the subjugator did not have eyes he was sure it was glaring at him, and with a small gasp he realised he messed up. He almost felt the need to apologise, almost.
He yelped as it violently grabbed him by the leg, trying to grab onto the ground as it pulled him closer and tore his pants away completely. Then it took ahold of his leg and pushed it up to his chest, its grip tightening around the back of his knee. He didn't dare put up a fight anymore, realising that every time he did, something worse happened next. He felt overly self-conscious and exposed under its heavy gaze. With two fingers it forced the Omen's leaking cum back into his wrecked hole and it fingered him for a few seconds to make sure he stayed wet everywhere.
The Harbinger didn't think he suffered enough yet so after it pulled back it ran its slick fingers across his reddened oversensitive length. His muscles tensed as he fought to bite back a whine. Then it began to slowly drag them up and down, swiping across the underside while keeping his legs from snapping together. The sudden friction made him jolt in place and it didn't stop until he was on the verge of sobbing. It was getting off on seeing him in such a depraved state. Eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back against the ground, with one hand in his hair and the other over his own mouth to keep quiet. This was a sadistic monster as much as the last one.
Then it crawled over him and lined itself up, sliding in without much resistance while his thighs were spread wide apart around its much bigger form. His mouth hung open in a silent gasp. It felt like rubbing sandpaper over his raw flesh, and it moved agonizingly slow at first to ensure he felt all of it, all over again.
He just had a moment of rest and now his softened insides were getting speared open again. The closeness and being face to "face" was extremely uncomfortable. He turned his head to the side, wishing that he could just sink into the ground to escape the proximity. The Harbinger wasn't having any of that, it put a huge hand around his neck, grip easily closing around it and turned him back. Not with enough force to choke just to make sure he stayed facing it. It pressed down on his pulse points to restrict the blood flow to his brain which made his head swim even more. It forced a groan out of him as he tried his best to stay awake and conscious. Slowly the painful pleasure spread from just his lower body to everywhere else until he felt like he was going to drown in it. He held onto the hand on his neck to have some sense of stability as it set a fast tempo. There was no way he could cum yet again so quickly, so he just laid there and took everything it gave him, miserably. Suddenly the Harbinger squeezed down on his neck, cutting off his airflow and he instinctively grasped at its fingers trying to pry its grip off as black spots began to fill his vision. Seeing the Guardian struggle for air and actually fear for his life made the Harbinger finish again.
His back arched involuntarily as he was filled yet again, the Harbinger's load mixing with the previous. He felt too full and the fluid was uncomfortably warm inside him. It let go of his neck before he could have fainted. Then the Harbinger removed its cock and stood up after retrieving its lance. It took one last look at him and said something he didn't understand. He was glad not to, he didn't think he could take any more humiliation after this last hour. It was finally over and he was beyond words. As it walked away his few remaining coherent thoughts were of revenge and murder.
He really shouldn't be passing out where he lay, even though all he wanted to do right now was to curl up and sleep the various aches away.
It wasn't safe, but he still allowed himself a minute of shuteye before trying to reach for the light. Using it was like training a muscle, it took many years and even more commitment. And in his current state he felt like he wouldn't even be able to lift a finger. But as a Guardian he knew how to push through the exhaustion, a skill he learned in the many battles he's fought in. It could only get better than this he motivated himself.
It was difficult to grasp the energy, but when he finally did, it was worth it.
The immediate pain relief was enough to wrack another sob from him. He wiped his tears into his sleeve and rolled back on his stomach. The position was uncomfortable and he swore he could still feel that shape in him even though it wasn't there anymore. He got on his hands and knees before he slowly stood up. Gravity pulled most of the stuff inside him downwards, making the mess between his legs even worse. He was still lightheaded, and finding balance took a few seconds. He deliberately did not look down at himself as he got dressed, too afraid and disgusted of what he might see. After finding his helmet he took a good look at the place he was going to utterly demolish soon. Otherwise he completely checked out as he made his way out of that wretched place.
Everyone else has left already, he didn't run into any enemies.
He signaled his ghost when he was finally out, who immediately answered in a worried tone.
"By the Traveler! Are you okay? You were gone so long!"
All he could manage was a sigh, but it was enough of an answer for his ghost to hurry over. He was sure he was never going to tell anyone about this. And now he had to worry about coming up with a cover story. He finally looked down at himself and knew that his trembling hands would soon be stained by the blood of those two.