As Maka delved deep into Crona's soul she caught glimpses of horrible memories and an overwhelming sense of loneliness and fear. She had to stop moving for a minute to catch her breath. A disturbing shimmer of a memory flashed before her eyes. Part of her felt it was wrong to dig through another person's memories. But he was her enemy after all. Even though she suspected he could be saved there was no reason she should feel like she was betraying him. Or maybe she was just making up excuses because she was curious. Nonetheless, she grasped the memory in her hands before it could float away.
Suddenly, she was in a dark grey room with dim lighting. A large metal table lay in the middle of the room with what looked to be adjustable shackles attached near each corner. The walls were lined with sinister looking cabinets. Maka shuddered. This must be a torture room. She jumped as the door creaked open. Medusa walked in with an apprehensive looking Crona close behind her. He looked at two years younger than he was now. The door clanged as it closed causing a startled whimper to spring from Crona's mouth.
Maka wondered how if she were witnessing a memory she could view things from a third person point of view. It was how she suspected it would work. Perhaps since she wasn't Crona's brain she couldn't see through his eyes. Therefore her own mind created a reality around what Crona saw. She made a mental note to ask to Dr. Stein about it once things were back to normal.
"Crona take off your robe." Medusa commanded coldly. Crona winced and stared at the table in fear.
"W-Where is Ragnarok? I can't hear him." He stuttered.
"Your blood is asleep. Did you not hear me? I said to undress!"
"B-b-but I can't!" Crona was quaking in fear as he clamped his eyes shut.
"I don't have time for this." Medusa growled as she ripped off the robe ignoring Crona's squeak of protest. He was down to a pair of white briefs now. Maka scanned his body. He was covered in many scars. Most of them looked like the result of torture and perhaps self harm. She felt she should leave. The scene she was about to witness could not be a good one and she now felt an overwhelming pity for the timid she couldn't bring herself to look away as Medusa violently pushed Crona down on the table and shackled his wrists. The snake witch adjusted the shackles so that Crona's arms were held in place above his head. Medusa smirked maliciously as she watched him breath heavily as he shook. He wasn't even struggling, Maka noticed.
Now Medusa pulled off his underwear, which resulted in a sharp gasp from Crona. She then spread his legs and shackled them tightly to the sides of the table. Maka tried to look away. She had never seen a naked boy before, but she now felt the need to know what would happen even more.
Medusa dug around in her bag and pulled out a syringe filled with an orange fluid. Crona's eyes widened at the sight. His mother grabbed his penis and injected the fluid directly into his right testicle. Crona wailed in agony as Medusa laughed and pulled out another syringe which she injected into his left. Maka winced at the sight. She felt ready to vomit. A knock sounded on the door. Medusa went and opened it.
"Is he ready?" A brunette witch with feathers for hair walked in.
"Yes, Falcon. I already injected it with one of my own inventions. It should be erect for at least two hours." Medusa explained. As if on cue, Crona's penis shot up in a throbbing erection. He yelped and squirmed against his restraints.
"Ahh." Falcon cooed as she waltzed in and stroked his throbbing appendage. He gasped and shivered at the touch. "We have all been so excited Medusa. Ever since he was born I couldn't wait for the day he was old enough to breed!"
Maka's eyes widened. Breeding? Was this something witches did? She knew that witches would go out and seduce men in hopes of giving birth to another witch. But had anyone ever stopped to consider what they did if the child was male?
"Well, he she..." Falcon stuck a finger inside the vagina beneath his erection resulting in another yelp from her victim. Until now Maka hadn't even noticed the kid's mixed genitalia. Of course that was by far the least shocking thing of this situation.
"Yes. So I've been told." Medusa trailed her finger down her son's chest. "It really is quite a pathetic creature though. Ragnarok is the only reason it is worth anything to me anymore."
"Well, I'm sure his sperm is good enough." Falcon giggled as she dug her claws into his testes. "And I like them weak."
"You have half an hour before Howler comes. I'd hurry it along if you want to have any real fun with it."
"Aren't you going to leave the room?" Falcon scoffed.
"You really think I would leave my precious child?" Medusa asked sweetly, crooning Crona's head in her hands. Falcon raised an eyebrow. "Alright. Whatever." Medusa hissed playfully as she left.
"Well Crona." Falcon took off her brown dress. "Do you know what is happening?"
"No." He squeaked pitifully.
"Well let me tell you a story then." She climbed on top of him and sat on his stomach. He was still breathing heavily in fear. "Usually if a witch gives birth to a male child she is obligated kill it herself. But Medusa wanted to keep you. We all thought she had gone soft until we realized she only wanted you for experiments." She leaned in and bit his tender neck. Crona spasmed beneath her touch, his eyes wide like saucers. "Anyway, she gave us an offer we couldn't refuse. You see...men have gotten all the wiser. It's much harder to trick them into sex nowadays. So when Medusa suggested we use you as a breeder well..." She yanked his hair back. "We were excited at the thought."
"S-sex?"
"You don't know what that is?" Falcon laughed. "Oh Medusa. I'm sure she loves how she has hurt you. Well child..." She lifted her hips and plunged down on his erection. "This is sex." Crona let out a moaning wail. It was a horrible sound to Maka. A mix of unwanted pleasure and emotional pain. "You know you love it." Falcon gasped as she thrust her hips and ran her claws down his stomach until tiny streams of black blood ran onto the table. Crona began to cry. His body wracked with his sobs.
"Don't be such a baby." Falcon whispered in his ear before proceeding to bite his bottom lip. She squeezed his nipples until they began to turn purple and moved her hips up an down. Crona moaned loudly between his sobs. Finally, Falcon got up and sat between his legs. His penis was still erect only now covered with a layer of cum. She placed her five right fingers at the opening of Crona's vagina. Tensing her muscles, she plunged in with all her might. Crona screamed. "No one has ever touched you here before have they?" Falcon giggled as blood trickled out of his opening. She moved her hand around inside him for a while before pulling it back out. It was covered in his blood.
Maka noticed that she was crying. She felt like she was watching a horrible porn film. But she wasn't. This was real. Her heart ached for her enemy. She was determined to save him now more than ever. She had suspected that his witch mother abused him. But she had never imagined THIS.
The door burst open. A yellow eyed woman with grey hair stood next to Medusa. "Times up." She growled as she walked over to the trembling boy.
"Howler." Falcon sneered as she got up and put her clothes back on. "As impatient as ever I see."
"What did you do to him?" Howler wiped his chest with her finger and stuck it in Falcon's face. "You expect me to use this bloody cum soaked mess!"
"Oh shut up!" Falcon pushed the hand out of her face. "You would do much worse."
"Yes I would but you knew I was coming. And I'm an advanced witch who has been around 500 years more than your sorry ass. Medusa I refuse to use him until he's been cleaned. I like to make my own messes. Schedule me for this Saturday."
"Ten witches are scheduled for Saturday." Medusa hissed and rolled her eyes.
"Then put me first!" Howler demanded. "Have you forgotten who I am Medusa?"
"Fine!" Medusa snapped. "But you better be here right at three!"
"Fine then." Howler stomped off and slammed the door as she left.
"I hate that bitch." Falcon grumbled.
"She's stupid. Just a stupid old wolf that thinks she runs the place because she's an elder. I see no point in making enemies with her however."
"Yes well...Goodbye Medusa. That was fun." Falcon smiled wickedly and left. Medusa turned to her son. He was still crying. She undid his shackles and threw his clothes on his chest.
"Get up." She commanded. The poor child's body wracked with sobs as he struggled to push himself up. He attempted to break his erection but drew back in pain the moment he touched it. "It will stop in another hour or so. Hurry up before I drag you." Medusa snapped. Crona quickly tried to stand up but his legs crumpled beneath him and he sat on the ground in a heap. Medusa sneered as she grabbed his hair to pull him to his feet. He quickly threw on his robe and followed her out of the room.
Maka dropped the memory and ran as far away from it as she could. She had to find his soul's heart. It was so much easier to find the soul's core when resonating. A glimpse of sand appeared on the horizon. It looked different from the memories. That must be it! She would soon be where Crona was in his soul.