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Chapter 21

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Morty shivered as he shifted his wrists over his head. His arms were already getting tired from being held up above him for so long. He was actually feeling kind of sick, like he might throw up. He wasn't sure how long he had been down here since Rick left, but it felt like a really long time.

Swallowing a dry gulp and blinking his heavy eyelids, Morty exhaled a tired, somewhat pained breath. He was cold, uncomfortable, exhausted, thirsty... But mostly he was just really, really scared.

Morty knew where he was and what sorts of horrors likely awaited him. Rick had said or at the very least implied what was going on - he'd brought Morty back to The Sultan's castle because The Sultan 'owned' him for the next four days, and everyone here was pissed at him for fighting back and running away - unintentionally getting twelve of their people killed. While that was definitely not Morty's intention when he ran - he was trying to save himself, not hurt anyone else - he could understand why these people chose to blame him. If he had just sat still and let the guy abuse him, no one would have gotten killed. It wasn't fair that they were upset with Morty for fighting back, but he at least sort of understood the logic behind their anger - only if he considered the fact that they clearly didn't feel that sexually assaulting someone was a big deal here.

Rick had said he was just doing what he was told to do when he took Morty's clothes... The Sultan probably told him to do that, and the reasoning behind the gesture was obvious and terrifying. The last time Morty was here the guy had tried to sexually assault him. And now Morty was tied up down here, wearing only underwear... The Sultan cold easily come down and do whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted.

He inhaled a small, but sharp breath and looked back toward the stairs as he heard a heavy-sounding door creak open followed by the sound of feet heading down. Morty bit his trembling lower lip and blinked back tears when he saw it was The Sultan.

The man held some sort of metallic tool in his hand. Morty wondered if he was going to beat him with it... or worse. It looked like a long, slender rod of some kind... Would he rape Morty with it? Was that what he was going to do? Hurt him in the way he knew Morty was the most fearful of, just to be cruel, just because he was so angry with him?

"I'm sorry!" Morty immediately breathed, unsure how to plead his case. "I was j-just scared... I'm sorry I was disrespectful... I'm sorry I pushed you and ran..." He stared down at the metal rod as The Sultan drew nearer. It was about as wide as a broom handle, and half as long - the perfect shape to be used as a tool to viciously, painfully sexually assault someone. If The Sultan chose to use it that way, it was going to really, really hurt. "P-please..." Morty whimpered, trying to back away from the man.

"Shhh..." The Sultan whispered, holding the rod up in front of Morty's face. "You got twelve of my men killed." He noted in a low voice.

"I d-didn't mean to..." Morty whimpered. "M-maybe m-making someone do sex things here when they don't want to is normal, b-but on my planet it isn't..." He shook his head. "I ran away because w-where I come from I'm allowed to say no... I s-said it, and y-you didn't care. Your guard didn't care. I w-was s-scared..." He stuttered, feeling himself shaking.

"Well, you should be now... You have to suffer a consequence for what you caused." The Sultan spoke in low, even words. "I'm very disappointed in you, child... This could have been very pleasant for both of us. I would have been gentle, careful, loving... It wasn't my plan, or the plan of my men to hurt you. But you've caused a lot of damage, and though I want to still touch you in a careful, comfortable way, I cant ignore what you've done. Twelve of my men are dead because of you. I think you deserve to suffer a consequence for that."

Morty's lip trembled and his vision blurred with tears as he stared down at the rod in front of his face. When the guard on the star ship forced his finger up inside him, it was very uncomfortable, very close to painful. The rod The Sultan held now was a lot thicker and longer than a finger. It was going to really hurt if that's what the man planned to do with it.

"W-what are y-you gon-gonna do...?" He whimpered. "I d-didn't mean to get anyone killed... I just didn't want you to hurt me. I didn't want your guard to hurt me. I was scared. I r-ran and I didn't kill an-anyone... They g-got killed when they came after me, b-but I didn't do it! I ne-never tr- even tried to k-kill anyone!" He breathed, still staring at the rod in The Sultan's hand, feeling like throwing up as he thought about what the man might do with it.

The Sultan smiled slightly. "You don't know what this is, do you?" He smirked, raising the object up higher so Morty could see it better.

Morty stared back, shrinking down. He didn't want to guess out loud what the object was or what it was for. If it wasn't what he thought, he certainly didn't want to give the man any ideas.

"This is what I'm going to hurt you with. Once for each of my men." The Sultan noted.

Morty swallowed. What did that mean? He was going to rape Morty twelve different times? He shook his head. "Please don't..." He whispered, pulling his legs close together. There was no way he was going to be able to stop the man if that was what his plan was.

"I'll show you what it does, Morty." The Sultan narrowed his eyes, placing the end of the rod on Morty's leg near his knee, slowly sliding it up his thigh, then pressing a button on the end by his hand.

Morty let out a pained scream as he suddenly felt a sharp, electric pain on his thigh. He jerked his leg back, but The Sultan only held the rod down more firmly, shocking Morty until he was physically shaking in pain. It felt like fire, concentrated so strongly in the one area, then radiating through his entire body from there. "S-st-stop!" Morty gasped, squeezing his hands into fists and pulling painfully at his wrists, trying to back away.

The Sultan pulled the rod back and smirked down at Morty as the boy slumped down, choking back sobs and trembling in pain. "That's what it does... That was the first of twelve... I lost twelve men. You're getting shocked twelve times. It's a small price for you to pay considering their entire lives are gone."

Morty's whole body was shaking. His lungs felt like they weren't properly filling. He could barely manage to remain standing on his feet, but his wrists throbbed when his legs failed, so he kept trying as much as he could. "P-please... d-don-don't..." Morty shivered. It hurt so bad. He closed his eyes and moaned in pain. It barely hurt any less now, even when The Sultan wasn't currently hurting him. Why wasn't the pain getting any better?

Morty hissed a sharp breath and squeezed his eyes even tighter closed when The Sultan jabbed at his ribs with the rod, shocking him again, but not for as long this time. The boy let out a choked, shaking sob as he felt himself slump forward, creating throbbing pain in his wrists. "It h-hurts... Pl-please..." He whimpered. He'd never felt a pain like this in his life.

"It's supposed to hurt... That's the point." The Sultan laughed, pressing the rod down against Morty's collar bone and pushing the button again, holding it down longer than the time before as Morty screamed in pain.

The Sultan pressed the rod against Morty's ribs, then his lower thigh near his knee, then on each of his arms, shocking him painfully each time. "Five more... Then you and I will be even." He noted. "Then I'll forgive what you've done. What you've caused."

"Th-then c-can I g-go h-home?" Morty trembled as tears streamed down his cheeks. He could barely breathe. He was in so much pain. "I wa-wanna go home..." He sobbed.

The Sultan smiled slightly, but didn't answer. He placed the end of the rod against Morty's throat, then ran it down the center of his chest, over his belly button, and then down into the front of Morty's underwear.

Morty gasped and flinched as he felt the cool metal pressed threateningly against the side of his penis. "P-please... N-not th-there..." He whimpered, his breaths so short and shaky he wasn't sure he was going to remain conscious.

The Sultan was still smiling, but moved the rod back up, running it up over Morty's hip and shocking him there instead, then running it down Morty's thigh, hooking his underwear and tugging it partially down the boy's leg.

Morty could barely even bring himself to speak anymore between shaking, labored breaths and pained moans. He squeezed his eyes shut and choked out a shaking sob as he felt The Sultan's hand grab the side of his underwear and tug it down further.

Morty felt like his heart had pretty much stopped, and his breaths caught in his throat when he felt The Sultan move the rod down between his butt cheeks, pressing the end of it threateningly against Morty's anus and pausing. Maybe he was waiting on Morty's reaction. Maybe he was just excited and wanted to savor the moment.

"N-n-no..." Morty whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and his hands into fists as he leaned forward as much as possible. "P-please..." He choked out a shaking sob. Maybe The Sultan was going to rape him with it after all... Or maybe he was just going to shock him there. Morty didn't want that either, of course. If this guy was going to pretty much torture him, he could at the very least keep his physical abuse away from Morty's private parts.

The Sultan laughed rather evilly as he jerked the rod slightly upward, pressing it even harder against Morty's anus, coming very, very close to penetrating him with it.

"D-" Morty shuddered, unable to even form a complete word as his heart pounded in his chest and his breaths shook horrible. "P-ple-" He choked.

The Sultan laughed again. "Should I shock you here? That would be stimulating, huh?" He smirked.

Morty shook his head no as he blinked through his tears. "Please d-don't..." He choked.

The Sultan smiled, slowly relaxing, drawing the rod slightly way so it wasn't pressing so firmly against him anymore, though it still rested lightly in the same spot. "I won't, Sweetheart... But we're still not done."

Morty squeezed his eyes back shut as tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt close to fainting, which he almost welcomed.

"Stay calm, Baby. This part is almost over... You have to pay for my men... Each shock is an entire life... They should really hurt more, for longer if we're going to be fair." He pressed the rod painfully against Morty's thigh, near his back, almost on his butt, shocking him for what felt like a lot longer than any of the other times, not letting up until Morty slumped down, unable to force himself to remain standing.

He felt practically passed out and didn't bother opening his eyes, trying to plead, or even really trying to breathe as he felt the rod press against the inside of his thigh near his groin, shocking him painfully. His teeth chattered and his breaths were shallow, almost non-existent... but he honestly could barely even feel the shocks anymore. He was almost numb, almost unconscious.

Morty wasn't even sure if The Sultan delivered the last few of the twelve shocks he promised. He lost count, and then sort of lost awareness of himself. The next thing he knew, he was being carried, then dropped down onto something soft... a bed?

Morty tried to force his eyelids to open as a pained, shaky moan escaped his lips. He felt exhausted, numb, but still in pain... A lot of pain. So much pain, seemingly more and more with each passing moment. His vision was cloudy and he couldn't bring himself to speak. He felt like he was barely breathing.

"Don't cry." The Sultan's voice whispered. Morty blinked a few times. The Sultan was hovering over him, but Morty couldn't really see his face. It looked like a silhouette more than anything. "You don't need to cry..." The Sultan spoke again, wiping large fingers across Morty's cheeks.

Morty groaned softly, trying to turn his head. Was he crying? He knew he hurt... His whole body felt like the worst cramp he'd ever gotten in the back of his leg, only a hundred times worse... all over his entire being. He felt nothing but awful pain radiating through his entire body, throbbing, pulsating, never-ending pain.

"I won't hurt you anymore. You and I are even... I'm no longer upset with you." The Sultan breathed, leaning his weight heavily on top of Morty, pinning his arms to the bed even though Morty wasn't even fighting back. "I'm taking what Rick owes me now, and I have no desire to hurt you. This can be gentle... Especially with you not fighting me the whole time."

Morty choked a tiny, shaking sob, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he felt The Sultan's hand against his cheek, cupping under Morty's chin with his palm and thumb and bending down, pressing his mouth against Morty's. Morty moaned a muffled cry under the man's mouth, almost gagging when he felt a long, warm tongue sliding past his lips, feeling around.

The Sultan let out a satisfied noise as his assault continued. His tongue seemed to be trying to touch every inch of Morty's mouth as his hand wandered from Morty's arm, over his ribs, and down into the front of the boy's underwear.

Morty whimpered softly under The Sultan's mouth, trying to shove his hand against the man's chest, but he could barely lift his arm. He could only sob softly and try to keep breathing.

Every inch of Morty's body felt like it was pulsating with pain. He knew The Sultan had only shocked him on his chest, arms, and upper thighs, but he felt like his entire body was enveloped with pain. He could barely focus on anything else... But The Sultan's tongue forcing itself practically down his throat and his hand pawing uninvited down between Morty's legs were definitely things that could still manage to steal a bit of his attention.

Morty could only make muffled, moaning noises as he shoved weakly with his hands against The Sultan's heavy body. The Sultan's skin was smooth and warm, but his hand squeezed roughly between Morty's legs as the man panted into Morty's mouth.

"Mmnnph..." Morty whimpered, feeling tears streaming down from his eyes. He moved one of his hands down toward The Sultan's wrist, trying to pull his hand away from his groin.

The Sultan laughed softly, but finally moved his tongue out of Morty's mouth. "Shhh... Don't cry, sweet child. You'll be okay."

Morty sobbed breathlessly. "S-stop..." He begged. "H-hurts..." He whimpered. He was referring to the welts The Sultan had made when he shocked the boy earlier, but his rough, groping hand hurt too.

"Your mouth is so warm and sweet." The Sultan commented, leaning back down, forcing another passionate kiss against Morty's lips, sliding his tongue back in.

Morty could do nothing but softly cry as he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed weakly at the man's pawing hand. He felt so exhausted. So close to fainting. He wished he could just pass out, but the pain was so strong he wasn't sure his mind could manage to shut off. He couldn't stand to endure this though, the pain, the humiliation... He just wanted to be gone from this - from everything.

"You're so soft and innocent, Morty." The Sultan breathed near his ear as soon as he stopped kissing. He kept one hand over Morty's throat and continued shoving the other down between Morty's legs, under his underwear, gripping his large hand painfully around Morty's penis and sliding it up and down. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you. I never intended for it to be like that." The Sultan whispered, still rubbing his hand embarrassingly up and down under the material of Morty's underwear.

"Please..." Morty whimpered, his breaths still shaky and short. He felt like he could barely breathe. The welts from being shocked hurt so bad, almost as bad as they did the second The Sultan created them. Why wasn't the pain lessening? Was it going to hurt this bad forever? Morty had never felt such intense pain in his life, not even when Rick jerked his arm out of its socket before, or when he pushed Morty one day at home and Morty accidentally fell down the stairs, breaking his leg in two places. No, that didn't even compare to this.

Morty sobbed shaky, weak sobs as he felt The Sultan's hand move up out of his underwear, only for the man to grip the garment in both hands, sliding it down his legs and off of him.

"P-please..." Morty whispered, swallowing a dry gulp and trying to lift his arms to fight back. "D-don't..." He choked between shaking, pained sobs.

"You'll be alright." The Sultan promised, petting his hand over Morty's stomach, then standing up, grabbing Morty's legs and pulling him across the sheets toward the edge of the mattress. "Keep calm, Morty. You gotta stay relaxed, or this is going to hurt." He warned, bending Morty's legs at the knee and pushing them up so that his thighs were against his chest.

He held Morty's legs there with one arm and reached his other hand down between Morty's cheeks, running his fingers slowly up and down as he stared with narrowed eyes. "Human Earth males aren't much different than Ubixian males." He noted, running a fingertip embarrassingly over Morty's anus.

"Please stop! G-get off of me!" Morty sobbed, groaning in frustration as he could barely manage to move. He was still in so much pain. Did the shocks The Sultan hurt him with before partially paralyze him? Why could he barely even move? Was the pain so intense that his brain couldn't manage to communicate with his muscles? Were his muscles damaged by the shocks? Would he ever be able to move properly again?

"Have you participated in any sexual activity with another entity before?" The Sultan asked, in such a strangely casual way that it was almost like the man thought he was asking something normal, like asking what Morty wanted for dinner.

"Please don't!" Morty begged, trying and failing to thrash out of the man's grip. "I d-don't want this... Please!"

"Answer me, Sweetheart. Have you?" The Sultan asked again, rubbing a finger lightly, but threateningly down below. "Have you done this before?" The Sultan whispered, pressing his finger in very slightly, teasing, perhaps threatening to do more if Morty continued to refuse to answer.

Morty choked out a shaking sob and shook his head as tears spilled down his cheeks. The only sexual things he'd ever done that weren't by himself were things The Sultan and his guards did to him.

"And no masturbation, I assume? Not involving the anus?" The Sultan stared down at Morty with a raised eyebrow. He seemed so calm and unembarrassed to be discussing this. Why did he think this was a normal way to fucking talk to someone? "You're small, and your anus seems virginal..." He pressed his finger very slightly against Morty's resisting muscles. "Very tight..." He noted. "It's going to take a little preparation to get you ready if I don't want to hurt you... and I really don't, Sweetheart. I mean that."

Morty tugged uselessly at his legs again, for the moment able to focus more on his fear of being sexually abused than on the horrible, lingering pain from being shocked. "Don't... Please don't..." Morty whimpered. His body still felt practically immobile. He was so fucking scared, in so much pain.

"Well..." The Sultan shrugged, pressing his fingertip about a centimeter into Morty's anus, slipping it back out, and prodding back in. "You are very tight, and Ubixians are larger than humans. My penis is fairly thick compared to an average human male, and you're smaller than average... We'll have to work up to it so I don't hurt you. I have various sizes of rectal dilators for this exact purpose. I could pop in a small one for a while, but I do find my own hands to be a bit more fun for me, personally. We can try a dilator after if you seem to need it."

Morty continued sobbing breathlessly. He was in so much pain, and felt so embarrassed and ashamed by his current predicament. The Sultan was still rubbing his finger in what was pretty much the very last place Morty would have welcomed it. The only way things could be worse would be if he pushed it in more than the tiny bit he'd been teasing with, which it seemed like he was seriously contemplating.

No one was going to save Morty this time. No one was going to walk in and make the man stop. He'd use his fingers, do it as long as he wanted, then use the dilator - whatever that was... Then eventually his penis. And he had four days to do it as much as he wanted.

Morty choked out more shaking sobs. He wished the cannibals would have just killed him... What if The Sultan really liked him and didn't even let him leave after four days? What if this lasted a really, really long time? Maybe even his whole life?

"Shhhh." The Sultan whispered, moving a hand up to Morty's mouth and pressing a finger against his lips. "Suck on my finger."

Morty squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head. "N-no..." He whimpered.

The Sultan let out a small growl, then grabbed Morty's neck with one hand and shoved his other toward Morty's mouth. "I said suck my finger." He demanded.

"No..." Morty squeaked in a voice so small he could barely hear himself.

"Being difficult isn't going to do you any favors, child. I'm not fucking asking you." The Sultan growled, squeezing Morty's throat so that the boy choked painfully.

"St-stop..." Morty gasped, feeling tears streaming from his eyes. "I c-can't br-"

"Suck my fucking finger!" The Sultan interrupted, squeezing his hand even tighter around Morty's neck.

Morty kept his eyes shut, but parted his lips slightly as he let out a soft whimper, knowing not listening to this man's orders would just get him hurt more. The other man had done this. It must have been a cultural thing - a common practice here when people did this to each other - that they'd use their fingers first to stretch things out - and they used spit to make the fingers go in easier. The guard who attacked Morty on the star ship did this too.

"Suck." The Sultan demanded as he forced his finger into Morty's mouth.

Morty sobbed quietly, but tried to do as he was asked, almost gagging thanks to The Sultan's finger being so long, and entirely unwelcome.

"Good boy." The Sultan breathed, moving his hand away from Morty's face and re-positioning Morty's legs bent at the knee, with his thighs pushed up against his stomach and chest. The Sultan held Morty's legs there with his arm.

Morty felt the man's finger, now wet with Morty's saliva, rub teasingly between his cheeks, threatening to penetrate him. "No!" Morty gasped, trying to flinch away. "No, please! Please don't! Please!" He sobbed breathlessly. "I d-didn't...d-do anything... I didn't mean to l-lose the money or g-get anyone killed... Please!" He cried, his breaths so shaky and shallow he wasn't sure he was even going to remain conscious through this.

The Sultan laughed softly, moving his finger in tiny circles, still threatening to force it in. "You're okay. Relax..." He whispered, pushing only the very tip of his finger in, then pausing, as forcing it in any further would require pushing past muscles determined to keep it out. "We'll go as slowly as your body needs us to. I honestly don't desire to hurt you, child. This can be pleasurable for both of us."

"No..." Morty whimpered, flinching as much as he could. "Please... D-don't..." He begged, reaching weakly toward The Sultan's arm with his hand and struggling to unbend his legs and try to force them back down. "Don't do this, please!" Morty cried as he felt a terrifying pressure down below, as The Sultan slowly, carefully worked toward getting his finger past that barrier, forcing Morty's body to allow it inside.

"Relax." The Sultan said again, his voice low and excited. "You'll like this too. I'm not even lying to you. You think you don't want it, but just wait. Just relax. It feels good. I promise. We have a lot of time together before you go home, and especially after we apply some healing ointment to those welts, you're going to learn to love this. You'll be begging me to do it more, with larger, thicker parts of my body."

Morty screamed shakily as he felt The Sultan's finger slowly forcing itself into him, past his resisting muscles. "Stop!" Morty cried, feeling himself becoming so frantic he could barely breathe. "P-please! Stop!" He sobbed as he felt The Sultan's finger pushing very slowly, but still painfully up into his protesting body. It hurt more than when the guard did it. Maybe it was the angle. Maybe The Sultan's finger was bigger.

"Calm down, sweet child..." The Sultan breathed, removing his finger long enough to reach up with both hands and grab Morty's legs, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed and draping the boy's lower legs up over his shoulder as he knelt down close. "Take some breaths." He advised. "I'm going to use some oils to make this easier. They should help you relax too." He noted as he reached over to an open drawer next to the bed, dipped his fingers into something Morty couldn't see, then put his finger back between Morty's butt cheeks, rubbing a few small circles before slowly pushing it into Morty's anus.

Morty squeezed his eyes shut and grasped desperately and with shaking hands at the sheet on the bed as his breaths refused to calm down. The welts from being shocked hurt so bad. The finger forcing itself into him felt awkward, kind of painful. Now The Sultan was moving his other hand between Mortys legs, grabbing his penis and stroking with his hand as he slid his finger rhythmically in and out of Morty's anus, pushing it in slightly deeper each time he forced it back in.

"Please..." Morty sobbed, choking shaking, uneven breaths. "Please stop..." It all felt so weird. With the oils, everything felt warmer. The Sultan's hands glided so easily, but Morty wasn't sure he could consider that a good thing. Now he kind of lost what little control he had. He couldn't remain tense and make this more difficult for The Sultan. His finger really was quite easily sliding in and out, all the way down to his knuckles.

"Shhhh... Take a breath. You're okay. I'm not hurting you. Just breathe." The Sultan spoke in a low voice. "Try to relax. You're warming up to it whether you're trying to or not. I'm going to add another finger."

Morty didn't even try to beg the man not to. He knew it would do no good. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut, groaned, and flinched as he felt a second finger forcing its way in next to the first.

"This is very nice." The Sultan cooed. "You're getting there... We just need to loosen you up a little more. You can try to just relax... It'll help. You're so tight. So tense.." He noted. "But the oils well help with that. Relax, Baby. You really are doing great."

Morty could barely manage to speak between shaky, pained, frantic breaths. The man's fingers didn't hurt as much as the welts did, but he was extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed. "Pl-please..." He breathed, gritting his teeth as he felt the fingers down below sliding in deep, pulling out, then sliding back in, twisting, wiggling, scissoring as the man's other hand stroked Morty's penis.

"I think you might be ready, Sweetheart." The Sultan whispered after a few minutes, pulling his fingers out and pressing something else up against Morty's anus. Whatever it was, it felt much bigger than fingers...and kind of wet and slippery, like maybe the man had put the same weird oily substance he'd coated is fingers with on it while Morty wasn't paying attention.

Morty's eyes shot open and his breath caught in his throat as he tried to focus down between his legs to see what The Sultan was doing, to see what was down there, threatening to forcibly penetrate him. Was that the man's penis?

"Please..." Morty whimpered, trying to back away. He could barely move. He was in so much pain, and felt so exhausted, hurt, trapped... "Please don't..." The man's penis was too big. It was really going to hurt. "Pl-please..." He whimpered, shaking and crying softly.

"You're okay. Relax." The Sultan laughed softly, slowly starting to force his penis against Morty's anus.

Morty couldn't help but to scream shaky, terrified sobs. "Stop!" He begged, reaching down weakly with his hands. "It hurts! Please!" He winced, his breaths becoming very short and shallow. "Please don't! Please! It hurts!" He repeated, his voice frantic and breathless.

The fingers part was awkward and awful, but at least those went in semi-easily. This just wasn't going to happen without a lot of force. This was going to hurt him so fucking badly.

"Shhh. You're okay. Breathe." The Sultan advised as he tried to slowly push his penis in further. "Relax... Try to open yourself up so it doesn't hurt you, Sweetheart."

Morty groaned in pain and screamed shakily as he tried to flinch away. He felt like everything down below was on fire, stretching so far it might tear. There was no way this giant alien's penis was going to fit inside him without him being very seriously injured, maybe even killed.

Morty sobbed breathlessly as he felt his vision growing dark. His breaths were so small. He felt like the oxygen just wasn't reaching his lungs. He gasped short, shaky breaths as he tried to shrink back away from his attacker. He couldn't really breathe. He didn't want to die. Especially not like this.

The next thing he knew, The Sultan had removed his penis the small amount he'd forced it in and was grabbing at Morty's hand.

"Don't! Let me go!" Morty cried, trying to tug his arm out of the man's grip. He couldn't even manage to open his eyes and look around, to try to figure out what was happening. He was so out of breath. His heart was pounding and he felt so close to fainting. His legs were still spread, with his ankles up on The Sultan's shoulders, giving the man complete access to everything. Morty was in so much pain from being shocked that he could barely move, and that wasn't wearing off at all. If anything it hurt worse and worse with each passing moment. He legitimately felt like he might be close to actually dying.

"Breathe, Sweetie..." The Sultan advised, pulling Morty's hand down, forcing the boy to hold it around his penis.

Morty opened his eyes. He tried to draw his hand back, but The Sultan held his own larger hand over it, forcing Morty's small hand to grip around The Sultan's penis. Morty's fingers couldn't even reach all the way around it. It was way too big. How the fuck had the guy thought that it was ever going to fit inside Morty without actually killing him? Morty breathed out a shaking breath as he tried and failed to yank his arm back, then closed his eyes and choked out a defeated sob.

"Rub up and down." The man ordered. "I can adapt so this works better for you, but you do still have to cooperate. You're way too small. Rub with your hand for now. We'll work up to preparing your anus for this. Until then, use your hand. I can live with that for the time being. We'll work on stretching you out..."

Morty pretty much completely ignored The Sultan's orders as he tried to pull his hand back. The Sultan held it so tightly. He couldn't move... But he sure as hell wasn't going to rub this guy's dick on his own. The only way he'd do it was going to be if The Sultan had to hold onto him and force it the whole time.

"Don't be difficult, child." The Sultan warned. "Do this, or I'll force it in down here." He growled, shoving his finger rather roughly into his victim's anus down below.

Morty flinched, moaned a pained whimper, and squeezed his eyes shut tighter as tears rolled down his cheeks. He didn't have a choice. If he didn't use his hand like The Sultan wanted to, the man was going to really, really hurt him.

With trembling fingers and breathless sobs, Morty began to slowly move his hand up and down on the man's penis. He hoped the whole building would just collapse soon. He wanted to die. He wished The big lizard monster just killed him before he ever met these people, or the other Ricks, the cannibals, the Rickless Mortys... In fact, he wished he just died with his mom, dad, an Summer. He wished he never had to live through all of this hell. He'd been through so fucking much, and there wasn't an end in sight.

"You don't need to cry. You're doing great." The Sultan's low voice whispered as the man pushed two of his fingers slowly, gently in and out. "Keep rubbing. That feels good." He spoke. "Try to relax... It's getting smoother, I think. You and I are gonna figure this out... I know it's kind of awkward now, but it'll get better."

Morty squeezed his eyes back closed, trying to keep his mind away from the fact that his hand was gripping an alien's huge penis while the same alien shoved his fingers up Morty's butt. He was so fucking embarrassed. Even if the most painful part was the welts still pulsating all over his body, he was so ashamed and terrified by the rest.

"Relax. It won't hurt as long-" The Sultan's voice was suddenly cut off and he seemed to explode into glittery dust as a laser sound filled the room. In that instant, the pressure down below was gone. No one was holding Morty down, pinning him in place, hurting him... Morty's hand dropped down weakly onto his chest. There was noting left of the man for Morty's fingers to grip. The Sultan was gone.

Morty gasped softly, letting his legs fall back down against the side of the mattress and shrinking down. He was still on the edge of the bed, almost falling off of it as he turned his head to the side enough to see a Rick with a laser gun. He wasn't sure which Rick it was... Maybe he had never even met this one.

Morty was so exhausted, so scared, relieved, but still really fucking scared... It could be one of the Ricks from the Safe Haven, or Regular-Rick 2... or his Rick... Maybe a new Rick entirely. How the hell could he even know at this point? He didn't presently have the strength to deal with this, so he let his eyes fall shut and allowed unconsciousness to take him.

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