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Himiko Toga was in perfect health.
At least, that's what her doctor told her. As she sat naked in the medical ward her DEC directed physician was recording all of her findings on her personal laptop. The tests were, of course, only checking the status of her body. One glance from the doctor and she could tell she was sitting next to a freak, but it was best not to inform her of anything she should be worried about. She was just the way DEC wanted her to be.
The doctor pushed up her glasses and gave her patient an unimpressed scowl. "Looks like you're back up and running," she said dryly. "You should be able to get pregnant again starting now."
"Ugh, finally." Toga leaned back. "I hate being a mom to these things." She recounted the past few weeks, sitting around, nothing to do except feed and nurture a tiny beaked thing before it outgrew her. It was a drag on her mental health when her body was clearly wanting. Now she could rev up again. "Can I go back to The Pit?"
The doctor passed a letter over to her. "Actually you're due to head back to HQ. New orders."
"Huh?" She took it and flipped it open. She gasped. "Master wants me? Again!?"
"Congrats." The doctor smiled.
Toga trembled on the exam table. She read it over and over again. It was a short message in terms of length but had a poetry to it that only she could see that ravaged her to her core. She was to come to him. DEC's Director. It had been so long since her recruitment. The thoughts of that night penetrated her mind so hard she turned fluorescent red and her legs twitched and opened by pure instinct. Even the throat clearing from the doctor with the intent to stop her didn't work. It only made her blush too. The high. The high they both craved.
"When can I go over!?" She asked. "Do I have time to put on makeup!?"
"You have four hours." The doctor replied. "Transport will drive you to his home on the dot."
"Okay…okay." She exhaled. The moment subsided. She could wait that long, and there was still business to tend to. Her malice returned like a creeping shadow. "In that case. I'm going to check on my little pets."
"No fooling around with Nomu until tomorrow. This is strictly forbidden."
"If you insist." She hopped off the table and excused herself out.
"Are you going to put on some clothes before going down?" The doctor asked.
Toga opened the door. "You're a smart lady, doctor." she grinned, her tongue slithering out between her vampire teeth. "You know that women don't need clothes around here."
The facility as a whole was a ghost town, a medium sized office building capable of staffing two hundred but only holding about ten, and those ten watched Toga strut her way down the windowless offices without a shred of clothing or dignity on her. Some were terrified, others were lustful, thinking of stopping her for even the faintest chance of getting a touch of her youthful body. The rest knew what happened to the last guy who tried it.
Either way, it wasn't anything to report on, least of all the police. They were all criminals, one way or another, forced into a white collar job on the threat of prison or a fate far worse. They were the puppets of this shell company. So long as they played ball and took the money like good employees, they were obliged to protect the machinations that were below. They were well aware of the true monsters that lied underneath their feet..
When she reached the elevator an armed guard waved her in. "Hurry up bitch! Open hours are about to start!"
Toga scowled at this, but followed his orders and got in. The elevator clicked. With a hum it dropped down to the first floor, then the basement. The light on the panel stayed there but the elevator kept going, down into the underground beneath Kamino. B12, B13, B14. Part of the old underground smuggling highways were on these floors, now replaced with steel and electric generators. It was the most professional side of the villain world, reused and reconstructed for a new age. The DEC made sure of this sector never being found again.
The guard checked his watch and swore, banging on his door to try to make the elevator go faster. It answered and the elevator door opened, and his stomach dropped as a shadow cast over him. A monumental beast was centimeters away from them. It stood at about 2.2 meters and carried muscle that rippled and tensed like cords of steel. A blue body with a yellow beak and with jagged, serrated teeth that could cut through flesh. On top were two bone-colored, beady, lifeless eyes, connected to a spongy pink brain, exposed to the element, and yet sturdy and resilient like the rest of him. Its breath went down his neck.
"Oh fuck!" The guard yelped before a massive hand grabbed him with immediate violence in mind. He was off schedule so the Nomu did the one thing it did to any male that entered its field of vision. Toga, of course, walked past and out onto the floor. Shouldn't mess with the Nomu, she sang in her head. There was a chance she could stop it, but on a deep emotional level, she really didn't give a shit. Hearing the gurgled screaming and crunching squelches from what was once a human's digestive tract, along with other things, was just as sweet to her as anything else..
Toga took a deep breath, soaking in the aroma of The Pit. "It smells so good in here!" It smelled like Nomu. What else would it smell like?
As she went about her routine the sounds of growling, screams and moans echoed across the open air containment block, near and far, faint and ear piercing, barking rhythmically to the patter of her bare feet against the metallic floor. A song of power, she thought, the sound of lust! Toga could feel herself riling up again. Dozens of creatures, getting their afternoon feast of plump and fertile human beings, sharing, cooperating, fighting for their right to indulge.
A fresh scream delighted her ears as she passed a cell room that just recently opened, and she peeked in to see a woman, a fresh recruit to the facility, dropped on all fours, sobbing and grunting as a Nomu twice her size ravaged her, thrusting deep into her with mindless desire and feral instinct, seeking only the release he craved at a base level. He cared not for her feelings nor her consent. The beast only trusted in the aphrodisiacs in his glands and his strength to keep his squirming victim in place.
They never killed the women. A man would be butchered at a Nomu’s slightest provocation, but women were spared from those physical tortures. However, they were only dealt with as such because of their bodies, their youth, their fertility.
Toga continued walking and saw two more slaves out in the open. They had been taken by a gang of four Nomu and subjected to them all at once. They each straddled a monster, filling their aching holes with thick, veiny fullness while the others got behind them, and stuffed their remaining orifices with hard, violent thrusts. They moaned and groaned, still hurting, but able to continue due to the aphrodisiacs rewriting their sense of logic, fogging their brains with an onslaught of unrelenting pleasure. Pressed up against the Nomus’ abs, a pair of swollen bellies rocked and bounced to the rhythm of their mating ritual. Each of them bore the baby of a Nomu inside of them. They weren’t sure which Nomu it belonged to, if these Nomu were the fathers or not. They only knew that their lust didn’t cease. The Nomu wanted to breed, and any chance to drop their seed into the body of a woman was good enough for them.
A few Nomu took note of Toga's presence and followed her. Their first thoughts were the same as seeing any other woman, the urge to grab her and pump her as they pleased, but as they approached they halted, shuddered. She still had the letter with her. Its paper exuded an aroma that the Nomus knew by birth. It enforced control over them. Images of a great figure flash in their dull heads like a lightning bolt, and their sense of fear overrode any lust that overcame them before. No one would approach her so long as she carried the letter, so Toga's journey to her corner of the facility was unimpeded, her plump swaying ass teasing every male around her with promises of a baby without being able to capitalize on it.
She reached her destination, the hero department, newly created. The girls in here required extra containment. Their quirks could prove to be dangerous if let on their own. However, with Nomu inside that effect would be mitigated.
"How's my new slut doing?" Toga asked. "Any luck so far? You know I wanna see a big belly, right?"
The hero she was referring to was the Anything Hero, Creati, civilian name Momo Yaoyorozu. Just picked up a few days ago, the young heroine was proving to be quite resistant, as did all heroes, so they were taking their time breaking her in. For the time being, her room always had a couple of Nomu around. They wasted no time in introducing her to their cocks. Even as Toga spoke, one continued to use her while on top.
"Let me out…" Momo muttered, barely able to maintain consciousness. "I can't…think any-..."
"Wow, they must've kept you up all night again! Maybe they'll make you go crazy like me! Wouldn't that be fun?"
Momo tried to answer back but the bouncing and rocking was getting to her. "I…I think. Ack!" She gagged, and from her stomach a torrent of creamy white stomach acid spewed forth, covering herself in the mess as she coughed. She wanted to cry as much as she moaned.
"Aww look at that!" Togs laughed. "You better eat that back up! Nomu cum is super nutritious, for you, and for that baby!"
Momo regained clarity for a second. "Fuck you."
Toga twitched. She wanted to slap the bitch, for she was the master here. So she did, and promptly walked out. She'd get pregnant soon enough. The Nomu’s natural quirk nullification would stop her from being able to fight back or escape, so it was only a matter of time before one of them would impregnate her. It was her duty to breed now. "Let these next few rounds count as punishment," Toga waved. "My new toy."
She wasn't the only one though. Cheerily Toga entered the next cell block and came across a nice orderly queue of Nomus about 20 men long, just as she ordered them to. They lined up every day, straight from their containment units to have their time with the Gravity Hero, Uravity, her legs bound open for her admirers to partake in her. Toga could hear Uraraka muttering a name as she approached.
"Deku's not going to save you Uraraka," she said. "You're stuck here with me. I'm your only friend now."
"Fuck, ah!" Uraraka folded and shuddered, her legs trembling in the air as the Nomu on top of her let out a bellowing wail. After a few desperate pumps, the beast pulled out, and the operating table became drenched in another fresh pile of steaming hot semen, spewing out of Uraraka like a squeezed bottle of toothpaste. "No…You're not Toga…"
"You keep saying that, Uraraka! But look at me! How can you not remember a face like this?"
"No, you changed! What happened? I thought you did what you wanted. You were free!"
Toga didn't respond. She was right. She had changed to some degree, but of course she blamed her. Uraraka, Midoriya. They rejected her love before, and she was almost taken down because of it. How alone she was back then, how angry. Being able to escape how she was, it felt more like a curse than any true freedom. Free to do what? To thrash around in her murderous tendencies, to rampage around Japan without the people she loved? Her time in the League was lost on her. A bad trip. A sad, regretful nightmare.
She felt out her belly, plumper than ever, her hips wider. They brought her peace. She felt the lust for blood slink away into the shadows of her mind. She didn't want to be others anymore. She found the way to love and create others entirely different from herself! Such a sublime revelation, that the pains of wallowing alone in her teenage years were her running away from her true purpose. How could Uraraka not see it for herself? Maybe it wasn't because she had experienced the true bliss that her organization has brought her.
She smacked her lips. "Oh I get it. You're trying to get into my head to let you go! You're smart!" She snapped her fingers.
"No! Please, Toga!" Uraraka tried to squirm but the next Nomu in line pinned her down, and a hard mass pushed up against her tired, worn out hole and split her in half yet again. The cum and aphrodisiacs of a dozen other Nomus were the only things keeping her from dying by impalement. "Please stop! I don't want this! Deku! Deku!"
"Yes Deku, come!" Toga laughed. "I'll take him for myself. Maybe I should get some of that blood of yours!" She stopped. "Nope! Nope! Not with these Nomu so close. Either way. I just wanted to see if you're alright. I'm gonna go for another baby tonight. If you truly care about me, you best get pregnant too. I love you!"
"Toga!" Uraraka tried to get up, but the next Nomu pinned her, heeding none of her struggle. "Toga no! Please!" She was left alone once again, forced to contend with the horde of lust bound beasts for another day, praying that soon her love would save her before her humanity would slip ever so closer to madness. She kept calling his name, the only way to keep her sane. Deku. Deku. Izuku.