99: Making An Organization [03] **
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[Beast Mode... Activated]
Peter stiffened in his place, his eyes losing their luster as a window popped in front of him. The text appeared on-screen, the words all but glowing with brightness.
[Input the task...]
Peter thought of what he wanted, and then, he felt like something took over his body, ceasing control from his hands. His vision changed, suddenly becoming clearer than ever before. A small monitor popped up in the corner of his vision, showing a map of the place, overlaid with red dots that were rapidly moving to various locations.
He felt as if he was being pushed behind into something and that his mind was turning gears faster than it usually did. Peter could still move his body if he wanted to, things were still in control, but it was as if he was not in control at the same time.
He moved, a task was at hand, a task he needed to complete.
(Read ahead at your own discretion, many readers won't stomach it well, so I thought I'd warn)
Callisto was glaring at him through her bloodied eyes.
Peter didn't like that look at all.
So, he grabbed her broken leg, and twisted it around so hard she screamed out in pain. He then bent down and put his fingers on her throat, staring right into her eyes.
"It's your fault I'm doing this," said Peter. Or was it Peter? He didn't know, this... Skill, it was weird, to say the least.
He felt like himself, yet not at the same time.
As Callisto continued glaring at him while letting out a muffled scream, Peter caught her leg, he was trying to fix her, but it seemed he'd pushed a little too much on her bones, and the leg was still not in place.
He pulled it, grabbed it tightly, and slowly moved it in place, ignoring the agonizing screams.
When Peter finally placed the leg, he grabbed her neck again.
And pulled her, moving her onto the bed for optimal positioning.
He needed to heal this bitch.
Peter tore her clothes.
She screamed out in pain, but it wasn't enough.
Her body was battered, swollen, bloody, bruised, and broken.
But she had to be healed, or else there would be no way out of this nightmare, an endless loop of death and destruction.
Or more importantly, if she wasn't healed, how would she help him control this organization? He needed her to do that for him. He just went a little over bored with beating her up.
Callisto, on the other hand, wasn't sure what was happening anymore.
Her body was screeching with pain, pain sprung from her leg and reverberated through her whole body; it was unimaginable. She couldn't feel anything below her waist now, and her lower back was sending waves of pain through her entire body.
She couldn't believe she was even alive, she felt like she was dying, and yet she was still here.
Why was she still there? Just to suffer?
Wasn't that the worst thing anyone could think of?
She was a good person, she considers herself a good person, at least. She helped the mutants here, and this is what she gets in return? It was cruel.
The world was cruel, it always has been, and it always will be.
She knew that, but she never expected something like this to happen again. The world had done something similar to her in the past. When she was beautiful and rich.
It was as if someone had just punched her in the face, and then kicked her in the gut when she was there, and then she fell down to this state.
A sharp pang of pain stang from her right cheek, and her body convulsed, making her release a scream as the man twisted her leg in place.
This was bad, she thought, this was very bad.
Was he going to break her other leg too?
He grabbed her by the throat, and pushed her up on the bed before his hands went down and tore her clothes away, exposing her naked body to the room.
She tried to resist, but her muscles weren't strong enough to fight off a man who was more muscular than her.
Then another sharp pain came from her left side, and she felt as if her ribs had broken, and she was forced to yell in pain. Her powers didn't seem to work.
W-what was he doing?! Why was he taking it so far? What did he want from her? Did he just want to kill her? Was this some sick joke?
She cried out in pain as he pulled her up on the bed, and then slammed her against the mattress.
"Stay still, woman!" He growled. "You'll be fine."
There was something emotionless, something robotic about the tone the man used, but it contained an unbridled amount of annoyance and emotion within. As if trying to withhold with self-control.
Some kind of power, perhaps?
No, he was human.
This was a monster.
A beast.
Yet, he was also a man.
As he tore her clothes, she couldn't help but wonder. He was going to ràpe her, wasn't he? Was he going to ràpe her?
She felt like she was about to die.
What was happening to her body, everything hurt.
Everything hurt.
She was bleeding everywhere, her skin was torn, broken, and bruised.
Her face was scarred, and her body wasn't something to look at. Not after she suffered from injuries in the past. She was ugly. Why would he even want to ràpe her?
She struggled, but one stare from him made her stop.
Then, his pants vanished suddenly, his cock leaping out of it, standing erect in front of her.
The man didn't wait, and pressed it on her pussy. He didn't wait for her to get ready, and simply thrust inside her wet cunt, slamming it deep into her and making her gasp in pain.
He kept thrusting, slowly, and carefully, picking up speed as he moved in and out of her. He wasn't gentle, and he didn't care about her.
In fact, she didn't really know why he was fucking her, why he was doing this to her.
She felt like it was wrong.
Like it was disgusting.
She was disgusting, why would he find her body attractive enough to even ràpe?
She wanted to cry out in pain.
She wanted to beg, and tell him to stop.
But all she could do was sob, and whimper.
Something she had not done in a while. Maybe this was what she deserved.
Callisto felt her body convulse as he thudded into her. Pain shot as she went in and out of consciousness. She felt as if she was about to die, and yet she didn't.
Almost as if she could heal only enough not to die.
He kept thrusting in and out of her, pushing deeper with every thrust, until finally, he gave a loud grunt, and blew his load into her, shooting rope after rope inside her wet pussy.
Something happened when he did so.
And cracking sounds resounded, followed by her loud scream.
"Aaaagghhh!" She heaved up and down, and suddenly felt as if she could move. She immediately stood up, and looked down at her body.
What the fuck!
She was healed! The wounds on her flesh had vanished, and her body felt as if it was new, as if she had just woken up from a long sleep.
She screamed in joy, and ran towards the door to escape, she would deal with this man later, but the man grabbed her by the throat, and threw her back on the bed, grabbed her throat.
"Not done with you, bitch." He growled. "Now, listen." He slapped her face, entering her again.
His cock seemed to get bigger inside of her, way bigger than she could handle. Her eyes bulged and her mouth opened wide as he pounded her, and she moaned in pleasure.
She had never been fucked like this, not in her entire life. It was so good, it felt amazing. He was like a machine, and she loved it.
"You're my bitch from now on, do what I say, I even healed your ugly mug." He whispered into her ear. "Do you understand?"
She nodded frantically, moaning as he pounded her pussy. It was surprising how healed her face was, was it really healed? Were her ugly scars gone? Was she really beautiful again?
These thoughts would have been in her mind, but they couldn't even get the chance to surface as waves of pleasure washed over her being.
She was being fucked hard and fast, she loved it.
The man grabbed her arms, and pinned them down. She couldn't move, and he began to pound into her harder and harder, making her body shake, and her bones creak and snap into place. Her wounds and scars she forgot about got healed.
The man continued to fuck her, pounding her hard, until finally he groaned loudly and blew his load inside of her.
He came, and she felt like a river of cum filled her body, flooding her womb. It felt exhilarating, it felt refreshing. She wondered if she could feel it again. It made her feel loved. Like she was wanted.
He pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices, and sat back on the bed.
"We're done," he said to her. "I've healed your every wound."
He pointed at her legs, where the bone had been fixed.
Callisto wondered if she should get hurt again, so she could get this treatment. Her eyes glittered with hope.
"Your job now," he said. "Is to obey me, when I say you do it, without question. Is that clear?"
Callisto nodded eagerly, and smiled.
What she didn't know, was that [Beast's Scent] influenced her, twisted her mind, and [Intimate Healing] healed her mind to that twisted state again and again, solidifying it in her brain.
A few hours later, Callisto's old appearance could be seen no more, and what was left was a beautiful woman. Blue eyes and black hair that had a refreshing new feel to it. A healthy glow to her skin, which was soft and smooth, and she looked perfect.
And she was gathering all the Morlocks for the announcement of their new leader, someone who she'd wholeheartedly committed to now. After he healed her, he was kind of her hero... And crush. He was fucking strong, she liked strong.
As she blushed a little in her own little world, Peter was busy pondering.
He'd just used [Beast Mode] to do what he did when he used it the first time. Ràpe. What the fuck is wrong with him. He could have used it for something else, something more serious.
Well, at least he got over the little fear he had. Even though he did it by ràping again, technically. But what the fuck was wrong with that bitch, she enjoyed being ràped, and she fucking turned out a beautiful one after he healed her too.
The thing was, [Beast Mode] amplified his abilities by a lot. So his [Intimate Healing] could even heal her old scars, which was crazy. But Peter didn't really like using it, it felt disgusting when he couldn't feel fully in control of his own body.
That's why he found himself hesitating when he needed to heal the girl, because he didn't want to fuck up his own body.
'And, what the fuck Is this?' Peter thought, staring at the notifications.
[Task Complete! Fuck someone to near death]
[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]
[+10,000 SP]
[As this is your first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]
(The 10000 multiplied by 10)
[+100,000 SP]
[Tasks Complete! Vaginal Sex; Hardcore]
[+400 SP]
[Task complete! Abuse]
[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]
[+5000 SP]
[Task Complete! Ràpe]
[As this is her first time getting ràped by you, the reward is multiplied by 10]
[+10,000 SP]
Peter couldn't help but stare at it totally dumbfounded.
Then he looked at the total SP.
[142,260/100,000 SP]
Wow… crazy…
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