Just Holes

by Foci (ao3)

Chapter 1: Day 7 - Not A Person

Violet stood frozen in the dim Apokolips lab, awash in sickly medical light, as minions went about their work around them. Whatever they were doing, the air was thick with the hum of machines and a sharp tang of ozone. They’d already been trapped here for hours, unable to use their powers, unable to turn their head to watch what was happening around them. They couldn’t even control when they blinked or breathed. Their body locked rigid under the cerebral leash’s control. It was like being a passenger in their own mind, forced to watch and feel with no ability to steer. 

Granny Goodness hovered nearby somewhere just out of Violet’s view, their lips curling into a smirk, eyes fixed on Violet with hungry glee whenever Violet did catch a glimpse of them. The unknown terror of the whole experience kept hitting Violet in waves. They’d zone out, almost sleeping standing up, then they’d see Granny or one of their ilk, and their heart would start pounding hard in their chest again. 

Somehow, this was all because they’d been resurrected by a mother box, or they were a mother box… that part was unclear. They certainly felt human. But these villains seemed to think they were the key to some nonsense about anti-life.  

A tech moved up to them, their gloved hands gripping their arm. They forced Violet’s arms up over their head. Leaving their chest pushed out, their chest heaving with each shallow inhale. Unable to bring their arms down on their own or move their face to show discomfort as they started pulling their clothes off.

It shouldn’t bother them this much, they reasoned. After all, their current fear was they were going to kill them, or they were going to spend the rest of their life trapped in their own head, watching their body get puppeted by a psychopath. What did it matter if they saw their chest before they died? But it did matter. And having them pull off their hijab made them want to scream. 

They worked with clinical efficiency, moving their arms and legs, stripping off their suit, and pulling down their panties. They left their arms hanging when they stood bare beneath the lab's sterile light. They wished for nothing more than to black out, to skip this entire ordeal and wake up on the other side. But they were cruelly present, feeling the icy shock of the air on their skin, the involuntary shiver that made their whole body shake, their nipples rock-hard.

A hand appeared, cool and unexpected, smearing a thin liquid up their leg. Before they could process it, more hands joined in, rubbing the strange, slick substance all over them, coating them in an unknown film. Violet tried to recoil, a desperate, internal effort to slam their eyes shut and escape the feel of their hands on them, but they were completely helpless. 

A technician knelt, lifting their newly lubricated foot to the air. A moment later, a tight latex suit was being tugged up their legs. The rubber snapped against their thighs, squeezing their flesh, the cool material clinging like a second skin. It slid higher, pressing into their hips, the friction rubbing their pussy lips together as a pair of them hauled it over their hips and ass.

They moved to their torso. Hands roamed their chest and back to coat them in lube before dragging their arms into the restrictive sleeves of the suit. The latex crushed their chest flat against their ribs as they worked up into place, snapping tight around their neck. Their nipples hardened against the smooth interior as the suit and their body matched temperatures and they started to feel the air against it like a second skin.  

Simultaneously, the internal violation began. Rubber sheaths were pushed deep into their pussy and ass, first violating, then stretching their holes wide. Violet's inner walls clenched around the intrusions, a futile, reflexive response, as the techs ensured the rubber filled them completely.

Next, the corset. They fitted it to their waist, cinching it brutally small, compressing their ribs until they could only manage gasping breaths. Their pussy throbbed around the sheath, the pressure building, their ass clenching in a vain attempt to reject the rubber intrusion.

Finally, they sealed them completely. A latex hood was pulled over their still head, plunging their world into darkness for a moment before they lined up the eyes of the latex mask now clinging tight to their face. The cool, tight rubber sealed around their neck. A thick rubber sheath was then forced down their paralyzed throat, forcing their mouth open in an ‘o’ shape. It filled their mouth with the rubbery sweet taste of latex and turned their already difficult breathing into a suffocating struggle.

They were encased. Every inch of their body was covered in black, unyielding rubber, sealed tight from the neck down, silenced, stretched, and confined. 

As the techs started buffing the latex surface as a shadow fell across the person's constricted body. Granny Goodness walked close. Their hand, surprisingly strong, gripped Violet's latex-covered chin and forced them to meet their gaze through the fitted eyeholes.

"Poor, poor dear Violet," Granny cooed, their voice a cruel, low rasp that sounded muffled through the latex. "Such a beautiful shell, sealed away. I’m sure you wish you could disappear, don’t you? Not have to feel any of this."

They leaned closer, their eyes glittering with cold malice. "Well, that is precisely your destiny, child. Because you are the answer."

Granny Goodness paused, letting the fear build in the silence. "You are the living, breathing key to the Anti-Life Equation. You will be impregnated with its answer and you’ll be its first victim. A blank slate, ready to usher in the glorious end to this failed experiment called free will."

"All you have to do is surrender to this growing despair. Let go of every hope, every thought, every feeling that resists. Become nothing. Become no one." They stroked Violet's cheek in mock empathy, "But not to worry, my dear. We are here to help. We will teach you the anti-life equation by force and you’ll see free will was always a mistake." 

As Granny Goodness stepped back, their boots clacked on the cold lab floor, echoing in the sterile silence. Violet’s heart hammered, the Mother Box pulsing in their core, like it knew the danger it was in. A hot throb radiating through their encased body. Surrender to despair? Become the Anti-Life Equation’s vessel that’s what they wanted with them? 

Granny snapped their fingers. And Violet’s body started walking automatically. The latex suit stretching and tugging their skin with each step. They led Violet out of the labs up to the area of the base filled with their meta-human soldiers. Then into one of the compound's unisex public bathrooms, stopping at a strange hole in the wall. It was waist height and maybe 2 feet across. Padded with a smaller hole on each side. Violet really didn’t get where they were going with this. 

Granny gestured for them to get into the opening and Violet’s body obeyed, forcing their torso through until the narrowed part of their waist rested on the wall’s opening. Positioned them half in, half out. Their torso jutted into the hall outside the restroom while their ass and legs were exposed inside. Hands yanked their wrists back, guiding them through smaller holes in the wall, arching their back painfully and forcing out their latex covered chest. The frame closed on them, snapping the cuffs tight, the metal biting into the latex corset, locking them in place. Their fingers twitched, trapped on the side of the wall with their ass and legs, while the rest of their upper body was trapped on this side. Their thighs strained, toes barely grazing the ground, every muscle taut.

While Granny walked up to them in the hall, their gaze raked over Violet’s helpless form. “Time to learn how useless and destructive free will is, dear,” they purred, voice dripping with malice. Reaching out, they pressed a button on the visor that still covered Violet's face, robbing them of their free will. A sudden rush of freedom flooded their limbs. Violet jerked, their muscles going limp, dropping them into the tight grasp the wall had on their wrist and waist, head thrashing side to side, the only part they could freely move. Their lips strained against the throat sheath, trying to scream, but only a choked whimper escaped. They flexed their arms, wrists grinding against the cuffs, legs kicking uselessly on the other side of the wall. Every struggle made the latex creak, their pussy and ass throbbing around the sheaths, slick with their own heat.

“There’s no escape,” Granny said, stepping closer. Their fingers trailed over Violet’s latex-covered back, the touch sending shivers through the rubber. “Free will is a vile thing, child. You’ll see soon enough.” They leaned in, breath hot against the hood’s eyeholes. “Fight all you want. It only makes you riper for breaking.”

Violet’s mind reeled, panic surging as they went from feeling helplessly trapped in their head to in control of their body but still helplessly bound and vulnerable. They weren’t sure which was worse but this one felt more claustrophobic. 

Granny chuckled, low and cruel, stepping back to admire their work. Violet’s body glistened under the lights, the polished latex reflecting every curve, their back arched high, legs splayed, a perfect display of helplessness. They walked away, leaving the person for whatever the free will of others brought their way.

Violet hung trapped in the wall, feeling vulnerable and alone. Their latex-clad ass glistened under the bathroom’s flickering lights while their chest hung awkwardly out of the hallway wall. As time stretched on fear gnawed at them and their muscles started to ache, held in this awkward position. 

Footsteps echoed, breaking their spiralling inner monologue. A teen meta-human down the hall towards them. Pausing, they turned, eyes raking over Violet’s body hanging fixed in the wall. A glint of curiosity in their gaze. Violet tried to call for help, coming out as a strangled moan from their dry latex-filled throat. They jerked their head side to side, the only thing they could manage as they stepped closer.

“So is this a fetish thing? Some experiment?” 

Violet shook their head no.

“Did you piss off Granny?” The teen followed up. Apparently, strange punishments weren't something new here.

They didn't really have an answer for that, so they just held their gaze for a moment. 

“Right… I'm not getting involved in that,” they said, walking off towards the bathroom, ignoring their pleading moans as they did. 

A few minutes later, they felt eyes on their ass. Someone stood unseen behind them. Their toes scraped the floor, legs kicking weakly as a hand suddenly grazed their ass, fingers warm against the bare latex. Violet flinched, their hips twitching in the tight frame. Probing deeper, the fingers pressed against the sheath nestled in their pussy, teasing the stretched rubber. They squirmed, muscles flexing against the cuffs, a choked whimper escaping their throat. Reaching for their power, they willed a barrier to form, but nothing came. Their chest tightened, tears welling in the hood’s confines, smearing against the rubber as the fingers pushed harder, stretching inward, nudging the sheath deeper into their pussy.

Gripping their hip, the hand steadied their trembling body. Something thick pressed against their lubed hole. Pressure building, then giving way as they were stretched open and their hole gave with a slick pop. The sheath inside their pussy expanded around the intruder, filling them deeper, their walls clenching involuntarily around it. Thrusting hard, the meta-human’s hips slapped against their ass. Violet’s body rocked in the wall’s tight grip. Each thrust sent their chest bouncing in the rubber suit, nipples rubbing the interior, their ass quivering on the other side. Muffled whimpers escaped their throat, choked by the latex sheath filling their mouth. 

More footsteps in the hall as more people approached. This time a gaggle of 3 metahumans walked up. Noticing their rhythmically bouncing body immediately. 

One pointed at them with a shocked laugh. “I think someone is fucking that sex doll through the wall!”

The person next to them answered, “I don't think that's a doll, it's some pervert in latex, you can see them breathing.”

“What!” The first replied, running up to Violet.

They wanted to stay still, wanted to beg for help. But that cock was still pounding them on the other side of the wall, causing them to bounce in time with his thrusts and struggle for breath.

The trio examined them. “I still think someone is fucking them through the wall. That's so gross!” 

The male in the group chimed in, “Think we should use this hole too?” 

Both girls turned on him, “Gross, Mike, really gross.”

Humiliation surged, hotter than before. Being seen like this, a latex-clad object pinned in the wall, fucked and whimpering, made them acutely aware of their degradation. Their body trembled, the meta-human’s fingers digging into their hips, bruising through the rubber as they thrust harder, oblivious to the onlookers. Violet’s pussy clenched around the sheath. They tried to scream, to beg the stranger to stop this, but only a strangled moan slipped out, muffled by the rubber in their throat.

The watcher’s eyes flicked down, tracing their curves, lingering on their chest as they jiggled with each slam. 

Then the meta-human grunted, their cock pulsed, spilling hot cum into the sheath, filling their pussy with slick warmth. The girls giggled, one covering their mouth with their hand, hearing the other teen cumming through the wall and seeing Violet's face as a stranger used them like a Fleshlight.

The trio eventually left, still laughing and talking about them. The teen from before walked by, smiling at them as they left as well. Leaving Violet hung there, their muscles screaming with fatigue. Their wrists ached against the cuffs, the latex-encased body pulsing with a mixture of shame and the phantom echo of the recent assault. 

It wasn't long before the next set of footsteps approached from the bathroom side. This time, there was no hesitation. A hand, large and calloused, slapped their already sensitive latex-clad ass with a loud, stinging crack that resonated through the rubber. Violet gasped, a sharp, choked sound against the throat sheath, their head thrashing wildly from the sudden, sharp shock.

Another slap followed, harder this time. *Crack!* The repeated impact sent waves of agony radiating from their buttocks, up their spine, and across their shoulders, making their entire body jolt against the wall frame. A low, desperate whimper of fear and pain managed to escape past the rubber. Then they started fucking them too, smacking them as they slammed their hips into them, a brutal fucking like they weren't a person.

Word seemed to have spread of them being there. Over the next few hours, more and more people came by to look at them, to touch, and to use them. 

They were called a whore, told their holes were the best fuck some teen had ever had and worse as they sobbed.

The worst of their tears came when a large man fucked their throat, driving the rubber deep into their esophagus, making them gag violently. Their stomach clenched, and a sour, involuntary retch rose, choked and contained within the hood. He ignored the look on their face, the way they struggled, using them until finally pulling out to spray his cum over their face, only to leave them there dripping on the floor.

At some point, a tech came by, cleaning and re-shining them only to use their ass before leaving again.

The violation didn't stop as the day wore on. The traffic through the hallway and the bathroom never seemed to cease. Violet lost all sense of time, suspended in a constant state of agonizing hyper-awareness. The rhythm of their torment became a sickening cycle: footsteps, a pause, a new violation.

Another set of strong hands grabbed them, this time from the hallway side. The fingers clamped around their latex-covered chest, flattening them further against the rubber suit until their ribs ached from the pressure. They twisted cruelly, kneading the already sore flesh, their nipples protesting with a sharp, burning sensation against the inner rubber lining. Their chest heaved, gasping for the scant air allowed by the throat sheath.

“Look at this helpless piece of meat,” a woman’s voice sneered, the sound sharp and vicious. “Can you imagine being this pathetic?”

The grip on their chest tightened, and a moment later, a rough palm slapped their face, the sound a dull thud against the latex hood. The impact snapped their head to the side, blinding them momentarily as the mask's eyeholes misaligned. They tasted the rubbery sweetness of their own saliva, pushed up by the force of the blow. Fear and a deep, paralyzing shame fused inside them, chipping away at their resolve. They wanted to be nothing. They wanted to give in to the disappear that was choking them. How could anyone treat another person like this?

Then, from the bathroom side, something wet and heavy slammed into their already abused ass. Not a slap this time, but a thick, pulsating mass. A new cock, wider and more aggressive than the others, was forced between their legs. It bypassed the pussy, instead ramming hard against the rubber sheath in their ass.

A shriek of pain was swallowed by the throat sheath, emerging as a strangled, pathetic squawk. Their anal sheath stretched brutally, the pressure immense, as the intruder forced itself past the first line of rubber resistance. Their stomach convulsed, a wave of nausea making them dizzy. The sheer violation of the act was almost too much to bear. But they knew that was the point, Granny wanted Violet to give up, to drown in the and accept her answer, that free will was a mistake. Violet couldn’t let that happen.

The hips slammed into their tightly cinched waist, thrusting with a savage, unyielding power. *Thwack, thwack, thwack.* Their body was a metronome of pain, each thrust sending a sickening jolt through their core, rattling their teeth. The scent of sweat, musk, and hot rubber filled their limited breathing space.

On the hall side, the woman laughed. They reached out and began rhythmically slapping Violet’s face through the latex, each thudding blow synchronizing with the brutal pounding in their ass.

“Whore,” the woman spat, their voice ringing with pure malice. “You like that, don’t you? You love being used.”

Violet shook their head violently, the hood dragging against the rough wall. No. They hated it. They hated every second, wishing they’d stop—that someone would rescue them or at least end their torment. But their body, against their will, was responding to the constant, invasive stimulation. Their pussy throbbed around its sheath, a low, aching heat building inside them. The endless pounding, the hateful words, the crushing sensation of the rubber on every inch of their skin, it all culminated in a white-hot pressure behind their eyes. Their hips began to grind instinctively against the frame, a tiny, involuntary movement of their objectified flesh. The groans that escaped their throat were no longer just fear; they were a desperate, animalistic sound of utter, overwhelming physical distress and perverse arousal.

The final, shattering thrust in their ass was followed by a thick, heavy spurt. Hot, viscous fluid flooded the anal sheath and once again, they were left hanging, dripping with pain and despair while their holes dripped discarded cum.

Unknown hours later, as their latest assailant pulled out, Violet's body slumped in the wall, their ass dripping cum. Their muscles burned, thighs quivering from hours of strain. Sweat pooled inside the rubber suit, making their skin slick and hot. They hung there, breath ragged against the throat sheath, eyes staring blank through the hood's eyeholes. Footsteps approached again, heavy this time. Granny Goodness’s shadow fell over the bound person. Gripping their chin to force them to look up at the villain. 

“Still clinging to some hope that this will end how you want, I see.” They turned Violet’s head left and right, looking at their face and eyes as if the woman could tell how close they were to cracking. “Well, you’ve given my students quite a bit of fun. Not a single one helped you and they lined up one after another to fuck your holes just because they could, didn’t they?” 

Violet tried not to see Granny’s point about free will, but it was hard to hold anything but hate for all those metahumans who’d just used them and walked away one after another. 

“Well, I have something else in store for you, an old friend hoping to say hello and get to know you better.” Granny snapped their fingers and the cerebral leash activated. 

Control suddenly stripped away, their body straightening rigid.

Techs gripped their waist, yanking them free. Forcing them to stand on trembling muscles as Granny walked them away from this torment, Violet’s body following automatically, cum shifting inside the sheaths and leaking down their thighs as they walked. They guided them down dim halls, past smirking metas, into a room lined with chains and padded benches. Whips hung on walls, metal rings gleamed under red lights. The air smelled of leather and sweat. They positioned them in the center, cleaned and shined them, then left, the door clicking shut behind them.

Violet stood alone, body locked still, heart pounding. The Mother Box throbbed low in their core, a dull ache from the day's violations. Minutes dragged, their mind replaying hands groping, cocks thrusting, voices mocking. The door hissed open. Victor Stone stepped in, his cybernetic parts glowing red. Metal plates hummed, his eye flaring crimson. The Father Box within him grabbed control of them, the leash pulsed in their head, a sharp buzz responding to his glow.

Their body dropped to its knees in response to some unheard command, Violet's hands clasped behind their head, elbows wide. Their chest pressed forward in the latex, nipples hard against the rubber as Victor approached. His cock extending from his crotch, part flesh, veined and thick, part machine with ridges and pulsing lights. It swelled veins throbbing under synthetic skin. Gripping the back of their hood, he tilted their head up. His fingers dug in, pulling them forward slowly. The cockhead pressed against their lips, stretching the throat sheath wider, sliding down their gullet inch by inch.

Victor's cock pushed deeper, filling Violet's throat with its ridged length. The flesh part throbbed against their tongue, while the metal ridges scraped their inner walls through the rubber sheath. They gagged, their throat muscles convulsing around the intrusion, but their body stayed locked on their knees, hands firm behind their head. Their chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, chest straining against the latex.

His cybernetics flashed brighter red a moment, and Violet's body responded. Their hips shifted forward, grinding their pussy against his metal leg in slow circles. The sheath inside them slid against their walls, stirring a forced heat that spread through them. They felt the wetness grow, their clit swelling under the rubber pressure. Despair clawed at their mind, a heavy weight pressing down as their body moved in ways they never would.

Victor's hand released their hood, but their head bobbed on its own now, sliding up and down his shaft. Their lips sealed tight around him, sucking with rhythmic pulls that made wet sounds echo in the room. Their knees dug into the padded floor, thighs quivering as they rocked harder, the friction building an unwanted ache between their legs.

The red glow pulsed, and Violet pulled back their hands, ripping free the hood, exposing their sweat covered face to the air again. It felt so good they could cry until their eyes locked with Cybor’s, and their voice begged. "Please, use this pathetic body, Master, break its holes to teach it its place." The words burned their throat, horror flooding their thoughts as they heard themself beg. Tears stung their eyes, blurring the room's red lights, but their body kept moving, head dipping back down to choke down his cock. This time tasted the flesh and metal of his erection. All of it was somehow worse now that it was their face, their lips, and tongue. That protection of dehumanization stripped away.

One of their hands slid down their latex-covered belly. Fingers pressed against their pussy, rubbing in firm circles over the rubber as they ground against Cyborg's leg. The sheath shifted inside them, sending jolts of forced pleasure up their spine. Their ass clenched around its own intrusion, muscles tightening in rhythm with their strokes. Their body moaned around his cock, the vibration traveling up his length, their body arching to push their chest out further. They found they couldn’t even cry, though they desperately wanted to.

Victor's cybernetics flared again, and Violet's other hand joined the first, pinching their nipple through the suit. They twisted hard, the sharp pain mixing with the building heat in their core. Their hips bucked, grinding faster against their fingers, wetness building up in their suit. Inside, their mind screamed, a whirlwind of shame and fear threatening to drown them, but their body obeyed, chasing the arousal he imposed.

He thrust his hips forward, matching their bobbing rhythm, the ridges dragging along their throat with each push. Their breaths came in gasps, muffled by his cock, as their clit throbbed under the relentless rubbing. The room filled with the slick sounds of their self-touch and the wet slaps of his thrusts. 

Victor's cock swelled in their mouth, ridges pulsing as he drove deeper. A wave crashed over them, their body shuddering in orgasmic release. Wetness flooded the suit as they let out a pornographic moan of pleasure. They swallowed around him, throat milking his length, as cum erupted down their gullet, hot and thick, filling their belly. 

It was the most humiliating moment of Violet’s life.

He pulled out, leaving their mouth open, drool and cum dripping from their lips. Their body slumped forward, hands still between their legs, fingers twitching in aftershocks. Despair gripped them tighter, a suffocating fog in their mind, as they knelt there, used and empty. And their body just wouldn’t let them be.

“Thank you, Master! This fuck doll doesn’t deserve to cum, it still just wants to be a useless set of holes for you, but it felt so good! That was this dumb meat’s first ever orgasm!” Their body moaned. And Violet just wanted to die.

Violet's body rose from their knees, legs shaky as they stood before him. Their hands moved on their own, fingers fumbling at the laces of their corset, loosening them inch by inch until the pressure released. They yanked it open, ribs expanding with a deep inhale that made them dizzy. 

They groped their chest, putting on a show for their new Master before gripping the latex at their neck. They tugged downward, the rubber peeling away from their skin with a slow, sticky rip. Sweat-slick flesh emerged, their chest bouncing free as the suit slid past them, nipples stiff in the cool air. They moaned at the sudden exposure, their chest heaving, hands sliding up to cup their chest.

They squeezed them hard, thumbs circling their nipples until they ached. "Look at these worthless tits, Master," their voice purred, forced out in a husky whisper. "Just fat sacks for you to slap and bruise." Horror twisted in their gut, tears pricking their eyes, but their fingers pinched harder, pulling at the sensitive peaks until they whimpered.

The latex suit bunched at their hips now, and they shoved it lower, bending forward to push it down their pillowy thighs. The sheaths in their pussy and ass tugged as the rubber shifted, sending fresh throbs through their holes. Cum from earlier leaked out, warm and slick, dripping onto their legs as the suit pooled at their feet. They stepped out, kicking it aside, now fully bare except for the lingering sheen of sweat and fluids on their skin.

Their body straightened. The red glow flared a moment, and Violet turned their back to him, bending at the waist, legs spreading wide. Their hands reached behind, gripping their ass cheeks and pulling them apart. The air hit their exposed holes, pussy lips parting with a wet sound, their clit throbbing visibly. They wiggled their hips, the motion making their chest sway beneath them. "See this sloppy cunt and tight ass? This dumb whore went its whole life not using them, Master. Now it just wants you to ruin them before the dumb whore gives in and becomes empty. Stretch them, fill them, ruin them like the pathetic fucktoy it was born to be." Shame burned through them, a hot flush spreading over their skin, but their body held the pose, fingers digging into their flesh to keep everything on display.

His hand ran over their arched back, thick fingers tracing their on display holes. Violet's body shivered under the touch, pussy clenching empty air. Despair hit them fresh, knowing what came next.

Cyborg's cybernetics glowed red. Their fingers plunged into their pussy, stretching the walls wide with three digits at once. They pumped hard, juices squirting onto the floor. "Master, watch this worthless cunt gape for you," their voice begged. "It's never been fucked right, just waiting to get wrecked into a loose mess." Pain shot through their core from the rough stretch, but their hand kept going, knuckles grinding inside.

He stepped closer, metal hand slapping their ass cheek raw. The sting burned deep, skin turning red. Violet's body pushed back into the hits, ass jiggling with each smack. Tears rolled down their face, horror building as their hips rolled in invitation.

Hours blurred. Cyborg gripped their hair, yanking them upright. His cock rammed into their pussy dry, ridges tearing at their walls. They screamed inside, but their body thrust back, legs wrapping his waist. "Ruin this virgin hole, Master! Turn it into a cumdump that can't even grip anymore!" Fluid leaked down their thighs. He pounded without mercy, metal parts vibrating to bruise their insides.

Their hands clawed their chest, nails digging crescents into the skin. They twisted their nipples until they bled, body arching in forced ecstasy. Shame choked them, mind fracturing as unwanted heat built again.

Time stretched. He flipped them onto their back on a bench, legs forced wide. His fingers hooked their ass, pulling the hole open. He spat inside, then shoved his fist in, wrist-deep. Violet's body bucked, ass muscles ripping around the invasion. Agony radiated up their spine, but their pussy dripped, their clit throbbed untouched.

He pulled out, cock replacing the fist, slamming to hilt. Cum from before sloshed out with each thrust. Their hands rubbed their clit furiously, pinching until it swelled purple. Despair drowned them, every violation stripping more of their will.

More hours passed. Cyborg pinned them against the wall, throat fucked raw again. His ridges scraped their esophagus, making them gag bile. Their body swallowed deeper, tongue lapping the metal. "It deserves this, Master! Make it a ruined sleeve that can't even swallow food!" Vomit burned their nose, but they kept sucking, hands fisting their own pussy as they endured his abuse.

He switched holes endlessly, ass to mouth, pussy to throat. Fluids smeared their face, body slick with mess. Violet's fingers joined his cock in their ass, double-stretching until tears mixed with drool. "Stuff this filthy hole fuller, Master! Turn this whore into a gaped wreck no one would touch!" Pain became their world, mind numb from the endless degradation.

As dawn crept in somewhere far away, he held them pinned to the wall, cock buried in their throat while their fingers rubbed their aching clit. Their body orgasmed again, squirting onto the floor, a mindless spasm of flesh. "Cum in this pathetic meat, Master! It's just trash for you to destroy!" their voice gasped, forced out by the leash’s command. Exhaustion clawed them, but the horror never faded, trapped in a cycle of ruin.

Violet felt the pull to surrender, to let their mind dissolve and the hollow shell for the Anti-Life Equation that Granny wanted. The temptation was growing every minute, like sinking into dreamless sleep after endless nights awake. It was hard to say why they were even fighting at this point. 

But as Cyborg’s cock pounded their raw, aching hole, a darker realization stirred. They did still have free will. They were using it to hold out, to fight, to let them torture them. What if they stopped fighting? What if they embraced being his plaything? The Equation demands that Violet break, embrace being empty. But what if the only way to retain free will was to freely choose the role of the object? To embrace being his plaything, not because they were broken, but because they chose to be an object for his pleasure.

The thought sent a sick little thrill through them as they let the tension drain from their mind. Their body arched eagerly into his thrusts, hips grinding against his metal frame, pussy clenching the ridges of his cock like it craved the pain. "This meat exists for you, Master," their voice purred without their input, but Violet tried to accept that, willed themself to become the object he was using them as. Their throat stretched around his cock, gagging willingly, lips sealing to please him, their tongue lapping the metal ridges with deliberate care. They didn’t have any more control than a moment ago but now they embraced the intent of pleasing him.

The shift was subtle and it was hard to do. They were hurting and so very tired but they let shame go. Replaced by a painful thrill in being used. Each thrust, each slap, each violation a test for Violet until they could accept them pliant and eager. Their pussy throbbed, not with forced arousal, but with the satisfaction of accepting their purpose. 

Hours blurred. Cyborg’s red glow pulsed, his hands yanking their hair to force their gaze upward. Their eyes, blank, reflected nothing. No judgment or thought, just raw acceptance. "Break this thing, Master," their voice said on its own, as it had countless times since he’d started but this time Violet’s soul agreed, "It’s nothing but holes for your use." Their fingers plunged into their ass, stretching alongside his cock, doubling the intrusion until their body quaked, not with pain but with the perverse joy of being used.

Even as they embraced this dehumanized state, the cerebral leash held firm. Their body moved only at Cyborg’s command, limbs jerking like a marionette’s when he willed it. They knelt, thighs splayed, hands locked behind their head, lips stretching around his cock as they willed themself to crave its ridges. Their aura flickered faintly, a pink glow marking not freedom but their final acceptance that they’d always been free to be an object. A thing bound to his will, jerking only at his command.

For a while it seemed like they were doing nothing at all, kidding themself that what they were doing was anything more than putting off the inevitable for another hour. But their voice hadn’t come out in a while, he was fucking them rough as always, but they weren’t being made to insult and degrade themself.

That realization filled them with a genuine burst of hope and gratitude towards Victor, wherever he was within the father box’s control. They focused on the feel of his flesh on theirs, drowning out all the metal and just feeling love for the human Victor was and he brutalized them. 

The pain slowed. He pulled out of them, forcing them to kneel, licking their own slick from his cock. Gazing up at him from the ground. That’s when they saw it. A flicker of blue light among the red. If they had any control over their body, they would have cried at that sight. Internally pouring their heart into their connection to Victor. They noticed something else. Their aura was active. A faint pink light outlined their body as they started choking themself on his cock, smacking their own pussy each time they went down on him. Part of them wanted to tune out the pain, but that wasn’t the point. They forced themself to feel it. Forced themself to experience the panic of their throat choking on the cyborg cock they were going down on. 

Thanking Victor for using them to feel good, embracing the pleasure their mouth must cause. It was an endurance test, one that went on for hours. But each hour was more bearable than the last. Soon they were sitting straddling Cyborg’s lap, his cock in them but his enormous hands gently wrapped around their hips. Their own hand holding his face as they bounced. Watching the red light within his mechanical parts fade to a soft blue. They were making love, they thought lamely. Their first time making love, not just getting fucked. They found the free will to lean forward, their lips meeting his. Their first kiss. A soft press of lips against one another. Two scared teens choosing to embrace the love they felt in this horrible moment. 

Their aura flared and banished that last flicker of the father box’s influence. Still an object trapped in their own body, but one that could accept and love that role. An object whose existence was defined not by the despair forced on it, but by the ultimate act of free will: the choice to love and find purpose in serving others. They’d found the counter to the Anti-Life Equation.