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Aether swallowed back a keen as one of Dottore’s clones lifted his hips up, granting him better access to the blonde’s ass. Another used his mouth like some kind of toy, while a third had a hand on his cock, moving at an excruciatingly slow pace. All of this was done in front of an audience—namely, the Fatui Harbingers.
Aether cursed his carelessness. In his desperation to stop the Balladeer, he had not been paying attention to his surroundings. It was mere child’s play for the Doctor to catch him. He had kept him in a medically induced coma, and he had awoken naked and strapped to an operating table. There, he had been tormented with various sensations.
The Doctor—specifically the Omega Build, the one Aether had encountered in Sumeru City—had tried a myriad of ways to break him down. From physical torture to sexual, there seems to be no end to the Harbinger’s methods. By the end of it all, Aether was exhausted and thoroughly terrified. He obeyed out of fear, nothing more.
Aether tried to buck his hips down into the clone’s touch, but the second’s grip on his hips made that impossible. He moaned miserably, the sound muffled by the third’s cock in his mouth. He vaguely heard laughter and the moans of others who were definitely not the Doctor or any of his segments, and his face burned in shame.
Aether’s moans increased in pitch and volume as the onslaught of sensations brought him dangerously close to a climax, and he came with a muffled cry, tears of shame running down his face. He whimpered as he was fucked from both ends throughout his orgasm, never getting a break. He suddenly shrieked, hips bucking back against the clone in his ass as said clone’s cock bumped against something that sent him straight into overstimulation. The segment was sure to hit that spot every time after that, determined to make Aether scream. And scream he did.
To Aether’s eternal humiliation, he was actually beginning to get hard again. This time, however, rather than having a hand around his cock, he heard something click, and then, as his length moved around due to the force of the clones, the feeling of it brushing against metal. Something that felt like leather was buckled around his waist, and both clones stopped for a moment as the third fastened a harness around Aether. The outlander whined as he realized his cock was now caged so no one could touch it, and he wasn’t sure he could get off just from being used.
There was more laughter as the clones resumed their fun, and the third, now having no purpose since Aether couldn’t be jerked off anymore, simply rand his hands over Aether’s body, feeling him up in the most violating way Aether could think of in the moment—and thoughts were hard to come by in this situation.
Aether whimpered as he felt the clone in his ass come, pulling out and letting his seed dribble onto the floor. The other in his mouth came soon after, and Aether had no choice but to swallow it all, wincing at the taste and slimy texture. The taste lingered in his mouth afterwards, and no amount of saliva could change it. Aether was left weakly twitching on the floor, no one supporting his body anymore.
The third clone—the one who had put the harness on him—began maneuvering Aether limp body until he rested on his knees, facing his audience. The outlander felt a new wave of tears begin running down his face as he saw the effects of his torture. Multiple Harbingers had their hands on their cocks or their fingers in their cunts, getting off on his suffering. He suddenly shrieked as he felt his hips be lifted and then unceremoniously dropped onto something—a dildo, and a large one at that. It stretched him further than the segment had, in an almost painful way.
Aether moaned as he sunk down enough on the toy for it to push against his prostate, wailing as the clone shoved his hips down further. An order was whispered in his ear, commanding him to ride the toy. The hold on his hips disappeared, and Aether gave an experimental roll of his hips, moaning out as pleasure sparked through him again. His legs felt too weak to pull this off, but he knew that the punishment for disobeying would be far worse than doing what he was told—no matter how impossible it seemed.
With some difficulty, Aether managed to lift himself up and then drop down, keening as his prostate was struck yet again. With a bit more effort, he was able to ride the toy in earnest, receiving laughter and cheers in return. This was by far the most humiliating thing the Doctor had done to him, yet he could not stop himself, even as he became more and more desperate for an orgasm that would never be granted to him.
Aether moved until he physically couldn’t anymore, falling limp onto the toy as he panted, exhausted from the stress he had put on his body. His cock nearly ached with need, but he was still unable to do something about it. He felt something be clipped around his neck, and his blood ran cold when he realized it was a collar. Was what he had just gone through not enough? How much more humiliation did he need to endure? He saw a leash be clipped to it, and very nearly collapsed when prompted to get on his hands and knees. He wasn’t brought very far, only about twenty seconds worth of crawling. Still, he hesitated when presented with the inside of a cage.
Aether yelped as he was kicked into the enclosure, turning around as soon as he heard the lock click and trying to escape. Still, the bars held firm, and he eventually gave up and curled up on the blanket that had been laid down inside. He was keenly aware of the eyes on him, but he was tired and soon passed out.
He spent what felt like months in that cage, only being brought out for walks and entertainment. Each Harbinger liked doing something different with him, each activity humiliating and dehumanizing. Aether was little more than a pet to these people, and he hated every second of it. His cock remained caged most of the time, only being removed just so the others could force him to clean his come up with his tongue like some kind of animal.
When people came to rescue him, Aether refused to leave his cage, no longer able to speak human languages. He barely understood a word of what they were saying, only knowing commands that were often given to him. When the strange people left, he was praised and rewarded for refusing to go with them, and he had never felt happier.