[Thank you all for your kind reviews! I am happy that people enjoy this fic, messed up as it is haha Warning, this chapter has some vaguely sexual content? I personally wouldn't consider it sexual, however others might. Granted if you're reading this, that stuff probably doesn't bother you, haha Thank you again for reading! Please, enjoy!]
"Good morning Viktor!"
The entire sentence was dragged out in an mocking cheery sing-song way. Jayce knelt besides the Herald and propped up his head with a hand while running another through his filthy blood-matted hair.
For a long moment, the only noise was Jayce's heavy breathing steadily growing louder as he gradually moved closer. He felt the moist warm breath against his ear only for it to be replaced with a sickeningly hot wet sensation.
The Defender snickered as he licked the flesh and metal. After a few nauseating seconds, he withdrew and spat on the floor.
"You taste like shit," he said as he chuckled against the Zaunite's neck. The apparent horrid taste didn't dissuade him from licking the fresh sensitive skin there as well however.
The deep cold dread in the pit of Viktor's stomach grew with each passing moment, his muscles were trembling involuntarily, and the horrid lightheadedness from several hours ago returned. Everything that Jayce had done to him, mutilating him, torturing him, simply everything, was slowly pushing Viktor to his breaking point.
He had promised himself he'd survive, that he wouldn't give up, but he was beginning to doubt his own capabilities on keeping that promise.
"Stop this," said Viktor.
"Shut up," Jayce growled angrily in response. The sudden mood swing was worrying, but Viktor continued despite the command.
"What do you expect to achieve from this debauchery? Do you honestly perceive this as 'heroic'? The-"
"I said," Jayce clenched the hand that was still in Viktor's hair and jerked it upwards, "shut the fuck up."
The Herald's thought process was interrupted by the sensation of several hairs being ripped out, bringing bloody patches of skin with them. But he quickly regained his thoughts and ignored the pain.
"What would the good sheriff say if she saw this?"
Jayce froze. He slowly removed his hands from Viktor's body, letting the other slump back against the wall. A small amount of relief washed over the Herald.
Then the hands were back on him, one hand wrapped around his emaciated neck, mercilessly crushing it, and the other digging into the seam between Viktor's face and metal mask. In a moment, Jayce had lunged on top of him, smashing him against the floor. The clumsy maneuver led to both of them bashing their heads against the wood paneling, yet the impact seemed to barely affect Jayce.
"Don't you fucking dare talk about Caitlyn!" the grip around his neck grew impossibly tighter. He knew if it weren't for his augments, he would have been incapable of speech. More likely, he probably would have died. "I'm the goddamn hero, you're a fucking pervert monster, so shut the fuck up."
"Wasn't it just a few moments ago that you were slobbering against me, or am I mistaken?"
Jayce didn't reply for a few seconds, just trailed his hand from Viktor's face down the other's body, the touch deceptively gentle and comforting.
Slowly, Jayce bent lower and lower until his mouth was right next to Viktor's ear again. He only breathed harshly into it for a few horrid moments, before he began to quietly laugh.
Any words the Herald might have had were wiped from his thoughts as the other's hand stopped right on the scarred mess between his legs. He began to writhe and squirm in a futile attempt to make the hand move off the painfully sensitive skin.
"Stop."
No response. From the corner of his enhanced peripheral vision, he could see the Defender's grin.
"Jayce, please. Stop this."
He laughed again, low and breathy. "I figured out what I'm going to do with you."
The marred flesh was suddenly pierced by blunt nails harshly digging in. The pain was almost as bad as the removal of his limbs, and it made his head cloud over.
"Since you're such a fucking cunt, I'm just going to go ahead and give you one."
The Herald tried to say something, but all that came out was static. He was just as helpless as before, if not more so.
Jayce stood up, but not before sliding his arms underneath Viktor's neck and the stubby remains of his legs. He picked him up easily, a sick imitation of a groom carrying a bride.
He gently set Viktor down on the makeshift operating table. The disinfectant he rubbed on burned in the small cuts, but the Herald didn't say anything. He knew his useless limbs couldn't save him, and that begging would be futile. But he was going to endure this. He wouldn't give Jayce the satisfaction of breaking him.
Pain shot out from between his legs, a sensation that managed to feel impossibly hot and cold at the same time. Each movement Jayce made with the knife only inflamed the agony. He tried so hard not to move, not to shake or tremble, but it was impossible. It was worse than the initial loss of his genitals, the skin now was even more sensitive from the accelerated healing, and the knife pierced deeper than the sheers did.
Even though his sensors told him otherwise, it felt as if the knife had reached into his stomach. He could feel the gaping hole left by it. Jayce wasn't just simply making a slit, he was genuinely taking his time carving out the flesh and meat.
Finally he set down the knife, only to replace it with two fingers. Slowly, agonizingly, he began to scoop out the shredded visceral chunks. Some dropped off the table onto the floor with a sickening squelch. A sound that was mirrored by Viktor's new… his new "vagina" each time Jayce removed his fingers.
He looked up at Jayce's expression, hoping to see disgust or regret, as unlikely as he knew that was. But he was smiling, focused and intrigued on his project.
And Viktor knew that was all he was to Jayce.
A project.
Then the fingers deep within him spread wide, the ripping agony catching him off guard. He desperately writhed, trying to instinctually squirm away, but Jayce grabbed onto his right thigh and pulled him closer. He was snickering again, obviously amused by the spectacle in front of him.
He pulled his fingers out again, then doused them in Singed's tonic before plunging them back into Viktor. It felt like salt, like a glowing rod of metal had been shoved into him. Jayce pulled out again. The Herald stared at the ceiling, concentrating on anything but what was happening now. Then he felt something chilled and smooth pressing at the bloody gaping hole.
"Plea-" static covered everything else as Jayce shoved the bottle containing the clear serum into Viktor. He felt his innards rip to accommodate the bottle, felt the liquid flow into every mutilated crevice, then it was all overwhelmed by the pain. It hurt, his mind seemed to cease functioning, he couldn't understand anything anymore, he couldn't even fathom just how much it hurt. He couldn't see, couldn't hear or smell or anything, he could only feel the burning red sensation deep inside him.
Nothing could describe the happiness he felt. Jayce watched, absolutely elated, as Viktor spasmed on the table, screaming nonsensical glitchy white noise. Thick crimson dripped down from the pussy Jayce generously gave him, flowing around the thick bottle and pooling underneath.
Oh man, he could think of a million menstruation jokes.
He began to feel bored just watching, yes it was entertaining, but he was more of a hands-on kinda guy. The glass was slippery, especially since it was covered in blood, but he managed to get enough of a grip and pushed it deeper into the Herald. The static peaked in an ear piercing high pitched tone.
Huh. That was interesting. And fun.
Really, really fun.
Man, he was fucking awesome for coming up with this.
He pulled the bottle out partially, no reaction. Well that was bullshit, so he shoved it back in. The noises crescendoed.
That was… still pretty cool. It didn't even get any deeper than before, but it still elicited a better reaction. That was utterly fascinating. He repeated the action, pulling it out slightly, then thrusting it back in. Same reaction. He did it again, and again, vaguely wondering if Viktor was actually getting off on this. Or was this reaction from the pain of having a vagina cut into him? Eh, whatever.
It didn't particularly matter to him, Viktor's wants were meaningless. He was trash, no one cared about him. Anyways, he was doing a favor for Viktor, a kind deed out of the pure goodness of his heroic heart. It was fair that he was allowed to have some fun during the process. Yes, it was certainly justified. There was no doubt about that in his mind.
So he continued.
To be honest, it was all very exhilarating. The sight of the shittiest creature in existence being fucked with a glass bottle was beautiful. His own body after Jayce cut off those godawful augments itself was absolutely gorgeous, so the two together was enough to make his blood rush with excitement.
After several minutes, Viktor gradually just… stopped. He was mostly still except for the occasional twitch in his pathetic stubs and the static died down. With no reactions left to harvest, Jayce pulled out the bottle. Red liquid gushed out from his cunt, painting the hextech covering beneath. Some dripped down onto the wooden flooring, mixing with the fleshy chunks that were carved away.
Jayce could see the new skin gradually form over each wall of the gaping wound. It was slow, but ultimately satisfying to watch. He placed his hands on Viktor's thighs, eliciting a twitch from the mangled torso, and began to force them further apart.
Some of the fresh tissue ripped, causing more blood to trickle down. But it regrew quickly.
"How does it feel to be a woman?" Asked Jayce.
Viktor didn't even twitch in response. Just laid there.
Ugh, how annoying.
But there was nothing he could do about it. Any further would be unnecessarily cruel, so he stepped back, away from the bloodied body.
Anyways, he had important matters to attend to. After all, all play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
Or something like that.