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Being pummeled by two men without respite sounds like hell to many.
To Mahito, it's almost sublime.
It was hilarious seeing Yuuji Itadori despair at the pitiful death of Junpei Yoshino. That boy was truly gullible, trusting a stranger with stitches on his face. He had plenty of fun corrupting his toy, it's such a shame that he had to die so soon. Oh well, his demise was still really funny. Plus, seeing the pinkette suffer over his futile efforts was the icing on the proverbial cake.
That is until Itadori punched him in the face. To his surprise, his fist managed to harm his soul; that was a first. That fight was intensely exhilarating as Mahito transfigured his body to match against Yuuji's rage-filled onslaught. He'd remember not to touch his soul again, that was unexpected and absolutely terrifying. And now he's being punched left and right by Itadori and that sorcerer he fought in the sewers (Where did he even come from?).
As the beatdown continued, Mahito felt a power growing and surging within him as he got closer to the brink of death.
I don't have time to create a substitute. Ah, what... what fresh inspiration this is! Is this... death?
A giddy, euphoric feeling crawls across his entire being.
I bet I could do it now.
In a split second, he forms tiny hands within his mouth to perform the necessary hand seals.
Domain Expansion...
And just like that, multiple gigantic hands burst from the ground, enveloping him in darkness while grasping at the now panicking jujutsu sorcerers. He's done it, he's finally done it! He's finally unleashed his Domain Expansion...
Self-Embodiment of Perfection!
He's so excited to finish off those pesky sorcerers who fell into his trap that he didn't notice the lack of claps and clasps expected of his Domain. He opened his eyes, only to see nothing but pitch black darkness. No hands, no sorcerers. Only himself.
Mahito gawked at the unexpected scene, bewildered by this sudden failure. His surprise soon turned to anger, as his hands curled into fists and his feet stomped on the floor.
“Are you kidding me?!” Mahito petulantly yelled, “I just learned my Domain Expansion, only to completely fail at trapping anyone! It's not fair! It's not-”
His tantrum suddenly ceased when he felt his feet get violently pinned to the floor. Nearly losing his balance, Mahito looked down to see that both of his ankles were held in place by two hands. He then tried to recall them and release their hold, but for some reason they would not loosen their tight grip.
Just as he was familiarizing himself with this bizarre turn of events, a new pair of hands manifested and tightly grabbed onto his wrists, hoisting them upwards as Mahito was slowly lifted off the ground. With his body now at the mercy of his Domain, Mahito was quickly overcome with panic and frustration as he tried and failed to recall his Domain.
“H-hey, what the hell is this? This is my Domain Expansion, it should be obeying me! Lemme go, you stupid hands! I'm gonna find and kill those sorcerers when I get outta here-OW!”
His ranting was cut short when he felt a harsh stinging smack on his ass. As he winced and whimpered in pain as the hand briefly patted his now sore behind, a new hand emerged in front of him, placing its index finger in his lips, as if his Domain is denying him permission to speak. The Curse could only grumble as he continued to be lifted upwards, wrists and ankles bound by disembodied hands.
As he ascended, Mahito saw the two hands holding his wrists aloft morph into a singular large hand, still binding his arms upwards. It was then that his ascension ended, with his body suspended in the void. The Curse struggled against his bonds, but the hands iron grips were unrelenting and his efforts were “rewarded” with yet another spank. Reluctantly accepting defeat, he stopped squirming and took a moment to look at his current situation.
He's within his Domain by himself, entirely naked barring the blue fur acting as pants to preserve some semblance of modesty. His hair was loose and mildly disheveled, and his nerves were wracked with irritation, panic and uncertainty. His body was suspended in midair, held aloft by hands gripping his ankles and wrists. Finally, a dozen hands manifested around him in a circle, fingers flexing as if they can't wait to touch him. Frankly, it was extremely humiliating to be reduced to such a compromising and vulnerable position right after failing a massive achievement, yet the Curse couldn't help but curiously anticipate what could happen next.
“I can't recall the Domain or control the hands at all... All I can do is just accept whatever happens next. Well then, do your worst.”, Mahito thought as two hands approached him, bracing for whatever wicked things they might do to him.
To his surprise, the hands did not immediately do anything depraved, but instead came to touch his face, gently cupping both of his cheeks. Mahito gaped like a fish at this surprisingly tame turn of events. One of the hands soon rose from his left cheek to the top of his head and started to gently pat and stroke his hair while the remaining hand softly rubbed his right cheek. The Curse closed his eyes, quietly sighed, and relaxed into the gentle touch, a slight, soft blush forming on his face. Leaning into the hand on his cheek, Mahito purred in contentment when the other hand combed his grey-blue locks, undoing the tangles his hair accumulated during the fight. He particularly appreciated the feel of the hand on his cheek gently dragging its thumb over his stitches.
After moments of comforting strokes to his head, the two hands glided down his skin to his neck and shoulders, stopping at his upper chest to cup his pecs. Mahito opened his eyes and pouted in disappointment that the hands stopped comforting him, but when he noticed the hands new positions, he quickly realized in shock at what they were about to do next. Indeed, they quickly started to fondle his chest, causing the Curse to grimace at this perversion. He squeezed his eyes shut and quietly whimpered when the hands proceeded to roam all over his chest, groping mercilessly at his breasts, yet a pink blush on his cheeks betrayed his silent protests as the hands pawed and squeezed his upper chest. After leaving red marks all over his chest, the hands glide over to his nipples and scratched them, causing his face to redden further and a moan to escape his mouth. He quickly caught his involuntary noise and tried to quiet himself, but the hands moved onto squeezing his sensitive nubs, provoking more breathy gasps and moans from the Cursed Spirit. Whenever the hands squeezed or twisted his buds too tightly, he'd squeal loudly, eyes opening wide before soon closing shut. It was painful yet pleasurable at the same time, and to the Curses horror, he was growing to desire the lewd touch more and more. As much as he wanted to protest, he couldn't get any full protests out without further spanks, with involuntary noises not invoking any punishments at all. Perhaps most worrying of all is that Mahito found that it was getting harder to think clearly as this torture went on, as if it was getting fogged by the stimulation.
The hands finally stopped torturing his nipples, leaving them painfully erect and sensitive, much to the Curses relief. As he whimpered in pain, the hands moved down to his waist and squeezed him gently, providing some comfort from that exhausting experience. Mahito relaxed and took the opportunity to catch his breath during this small break. Internally, one part of him wanted this to be over, while the other side wanted it to continue, and from the looks of it, the latter desire seemed to be slowly growing in prominence over the more expected desire. After a few comforting squeezes, the hands drifted over to his back, stopping at his shoulder blades. The fingers then dug into his skin and slowly dragged down, leaving deep red scratch marks behind on his back, rising back up to repeat once they approach his buttocks.
“A-Ah, please, don't stop... It feels so good...” Mahito murmured mindlessly as the fingers continued to scratch his back. He quickly realized that he spoke out loud and braced for another impact, but it strangely never came. “Huh... It seems that I don't get punished if speak about enjoying this...” Mahito mused internally. The Curse became less restrained in his pleased noises as his back was slowly covered in red markings, the fingers being firm and sharp as they clawed at his skin. Every deep scratch made the Curse shudder and moan in delight. His back stung so much from the scratching that it was becoming painful, but Mahito didn't care anymore about that; it just made the pleasure even better now. Eventually, his back was completely covered in red stinging scratch marks that burned at the slightest touch, which left the Curse a whimpering mess and made his eyes begin to tear up from the pain. The hands finally stopped raking at his back and pulled away, leaving Mahito trembling, panting and sweating, exhausted from that violent massage. His mind was getting even more fogged and blurred, as if his capacity for rational thinking was being subsumed by the intense pleasure his Domain was heaping on him, being replaced by an all-consuming desire for this experience to continue.
The two hands that have molested him relentlessly ever since he activated his Domain Expansion floated back towards his head, one cupping his chin with its thumb over his mouth, the other resting on top of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair. Just as he was guessing just what they were going to do to him next, six hands suddenly approached to grasp at his body with four on his legs and two on his hips, and just like that his legs morphed. The blue fur acting as pants vanished, leaving his lower body completely bare and exposed. Mahito looked down to see his now bare legs held in place by multiple hands only to notice his now present erection. He gasped in a mix of dread and arousal; he knew that his member was now vulnerable to the lewd touch of his Domain, and oh how he so wanted to be touched there. But the hands had other plans.
The thumb that was placed over his mouth parted his lips and slowly moved inside, stopping to rest on his tongue. The thumb prodded his mouth a bit, which the Curse took as an indication to suck on it. As he began to twirl his tongue around the thumb, Mahito felt that his skin was more sensitive than usual. He initially assumed it was because of the arousal, but was quickly proven wrong when the hands on the rest of his body moved to touch his stitches. At the very second they touched, he noticed that his stitches were now incredibly sensitive, sending tingling waves of pleasure across his body. When the first shock hit, Mahito instinctively bit down on the thumb, prompting yet another painful spank on his already sore cheeks. Wanting to avoid further punishment, the Curse tried his hardest to not bite down, sucking the thumb as the hands roamed his body and caressed his stitches. After a few minutes, the thumb pulled itself out of the Curse's mouth, now coated in his own saliva. With his mouth now unoccupied, Mahito was now free to moan and gasp in delight at the sheer amount of pleasure that he felt over his stitches being caressed and stroked. However, he felt that his mouth felt too empty and wanted, nay, needed a finger inside his mouth again. No longer caring about whatever dignity he may have left, Mahito begged to the void.
“P-Please... put it back in -ah- my m-mouth! Make me g-gag and choke until I cry- ahhhh~! Don't stop~! I -ngh- need it inside me again~!”
Almost as if on command, the hand near his face stuffed his mouth again, this time with the index finger, which the Curse obediently resumed sucking and twirling his tongue around it. All the while, the hands stroking his stitches expanded their perverted touch to groping and feeling up the rest of his body such as his chest, hips, thighs and ass, provoking more muffled moans and whimpers from the Curse. Just as he was getting into a steady rhythm, the hand inserted its middle finger into his mouth, completely gagging him. Nevertheless, Mahito continued to suck on the fingers, enjoying the feeling of his body being toyed and used. His face now was completely painted in a shade of a deep red flush with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes were closed as he shut off his awareness of the outer world to focus on the pleasure coursing through his body. His mind was receding to a state of near simplicity, barely caring about anything else other than the feeling of being sexually conquered. The fingers in his mouth slowly probed deeper in his mouth, getting closer and closer to his throat.
Suddenly, the hand gripping his hair yanked his head backwards, eliciting a muffled gasp with his eyes snapping open in shock. With his head held in place, the fingers continued their plunging descent. He was now essentially deepthroating the fingers thrusting in and out of his throat canal, sometimes plunging in so deep that he swore he could've vomited in any second. The tears that were forming in his eyes were now flowing down his cheeks, his eyes watery, wide and unfocused. His moans, cries and gasps were only held back by the fingers gagging his mouth as his body was being marked and touched all over, with him trembling in intense pleasure with every single movement. After what seemed like hours, the fingers pulled out of his mouth, with them and his chin completely coated in his saliva. The hand on his head released its grip on his hair, dropping down to wipe the slobber off of his face. The hands on his body likewise stopped groping and returned to their original positions. The Curse was left panting and crying from the sensual assault, his throat sore and eyes still watery.
It was so humiliating, so degrading to be reduced to a mere sex toy that's only good for being played with and ravished until it breaks, yet Mahito no longer has the pride and dignity to feel ashamed about that. His proud nature as a Disaster Curse was smothered by the euphoric sensations of being teased, molested and dominated, and all he wanted now was for this pleasure to continue. Perhaps, he thought with the last scraps of his rational mind, he could stay in his Domain forever and remain as a mindless sex slave for the rest of his existence. As good as he felt now, he still craves for more. Mahito looks down to see his still active erection still twitching in want and desire, and oh how he felt the need for it to be touched. The fact that it was neglected during the entire session gave the Curse a great sense of indignation. He wants - no, needs his climatic release, and if he needs to cry and scream for it, then so be it. Mahito desperately begs to the void with whatever higher brain functions he has left unfogged.
“Please... please touch my dick! I don't want this to stop! I don't want to think about anything anymore! I want to be like this forever! Just a mindless fuck toy endlessly getting its fill! Just keep touching me until I cum~! PLEASE~!”
At first, there was no response. Was it truly over? He still feels insatiably hungry. Mahito began to sob out of frustration; he desperately needed that release. His breakdown was cut short when his legs were suddenly hoisted upwards and spread open, with a new hand appearing near his throbbing erect cock. The Curse positively beamed at this grand gesture, his face still blushing deeply, his mouth open and drooling, and his eyes clouded with lust and desire. The hand gently gripped his member, causing the Curse to gasp in impatient anticipation. Then, it finally happened; the hand slowly, gently stroked his dick, moving up and down his length while the fingers massaged the finer details. Mahito quickly lost it, losing himself in the electrifying pleasure coursing through his body with every stroke. With his eyes rolling upwards and his tongue lolling out, he screamed out praises, gasps and moans with every tug, no longer holding his noises back. Each stroke made him shake and tremble in ecstasy, and oh god he did he wish that this would never stop.
But something feels missing, like a hole left unfilled. In fact, Mahito realized that his asshole was left untouched and unplugged the whole time and that he still craved for more stimulation. This handjob felt amazing already, but he could feel so much better. It was getting harder and harder to think and speak coherently with all of this overwhelming pleasure utterly wrecking his body and mind, but he has to scream out his burning desires right now before he comes. One final plea to the void is all he needs to be completely satisfied. And so he did. Or at least, he tried; being overwhelmed with pleasure makes crafting a coherent request nearly impossible. But he still did it.
“ Please -ah~ touch me inside -oh~ right now~! My hole -ngh- needs to be filled before -ah- I cum~! Hurry, I can't take it anymore -ahhhhn~!”
Almost as if on command, a new hand snaked towards his exposed puckering hole. The Curse grinned widely; he's still being jerked off and the anticipation of penetration is killing him. The fingers make their move as they slowly, gently trace the rim of his entrance, sending him into minor giggling fits. It didn't take long before a single finger prodded his hole right before plunging in. At that moment, his vision blurred as he gasped in sensual joy; the moment he was awaiting finally arrived. his body bucked and trembled despite the restraints as the finger thrusted inside him and the hand pumped his length. His face was burning red, his vision was water unfocused, watery and fogged, his body was sweating all over, and his throat was getting sore from the constant loud moans and gasps escaping his mouth. What he was experiencing now was utter sexual bliss; an ecstatic high he can't get enough of. His dumb, thoughtless smile only got wider with every thrust and pump as the finger went deeper inside. And then, with one more plunge, it hit the spot that made Mahito completely lose it. A shockingly powerful feeling coursed through his head back in an instant, making him throw his head back, open his unfocused eyes, and screamed his final set of coherent words.
“AHHHN~! YES~! HIT ME THERE~! JUST FUCK ME- AHHHHHH~!”
And just like that, the final remnants of Mahito's rational, thinking self broke and dissipated into the void. Gone was the childish, arrogant Disaster Curse who toyed with humans for his own sadistic pleasure, who played with souls like they were soft clay. What remains is a thoughtless, blushing, moaning fuck toy only good for being utterly ravaged and defiled, to be squeezed dry to the point of exhaustion, and by god did he love it. This must be a true nirvana; a place where he gets to drown in infinite carnal pleasures.
Nothing else matters anymore. Only this eternal moment is what he wants.
Every thrust on his prostate and pump of his dick made the Curse's body shake and writhe, the intense pleasurable shocks making him squeal like an insatiable whore. His tongue was hanging out of his wide open mouth, his eyeballs were rolled up so highly he could almost see the inside of his head, and tears, sweat and drool were leaking down his face. His face, with its deep red shade and wide smile, is the picture of sexual euphoria. He was burning all over as he felt his body get closer and closer to its climax. Holy shit, does he need his release. He feels like he's going to explode at any moment, and he wants it now, now, now-
One final simultaneous stroke and thrust was all that was needed to finish him. Mahito screamed louder than he ever did in his life as his orgasm rippled through his body. His body violently seized against his bonds as streams of cum spurted out of his dick.
And as he screamed, he swore that at that moment, within the eternal darkness of his Domain, he could see stars.
After what seemed like an eternity, his orgasm stopped. The Curse's body fell limp in the hands grasp as he heavily panted, extremely exhausted and out of breath. The finger in his asshole gently exited and unplugged his entrance while the hand gripping his cock let go, his now limp member free from its grasp. The large hand binding his arms in place morphed back into two hands holding his wrists. One hand approached his face to clean off the remaining tears and drool. The hands tight grip on him loosened as they slowly descended. A massive hand manifested on the ground of the Domain where the hands gently placed Mahito down in its palm before disappearing, save for one which petted and stroked his head. The Curse sighed deeply as he melted into the afterglow and comfort after such a strenuous experience. His body was trembling and aching all over, with red marks painting his body where he was held, scratched and spanked, all the while as it was glistening with sweat. His breaths were shallow and his eyes were closed; he's too tired to move anymore, and he'd love to rest peacefully. His mind was too far gone to make any protests or alternative plans. Then, to his surprise, another hand manifested out of the massive hand to hold one of his hands and give it a gentle squeeze while the other snaked down his head to act as a pillow. He opened his glazed, foggy eyes to see the shockingly gentle gesture, and smiled warmly.
His fight against those sorcerers, Geto and the other Disaster Curses, the obliteration of mankind; all of them are but distant irrelevant memories to him now. The only thing he treasures now is this moment all to himself.
Another massive hand manifests above him, gently placing itself on the hand he was resting on, pressing down on him like a weighed blanket. Mahito purred in contentment as this relaxation; a reward for surviving his heavenly violation. His eyes became heavy, and closed as he drifted off to sleep. He doesn't know if he'll exit his Domain or not, nor if he'll even get to experience this again, but that's something he'll discover when he'll wake up. For now, it's time to drift away from consciousness and into the land of dreams.
Yuuji Itadori and Kento Nanami stood in shock at the unexpected scene; or rather, the lack of a scene. While teaming up to pummel the Curse, he had suddenly unlocked his Domain Expansion and activated it mid-fight. His mouth opened with miniature hands inside to perform the necessary seals, which made multiple enlarged hands erupt from the ground. As they braced for the oncoming attack, the hands quickly swarmed Mahito, obscuring him from their sight, and then just... vanished. They weren't taken inside his Domain at all; he and the hands just dissipated in a black mist as quickly as they came. Now alone in the courtyard of the school, the two took their time regaining their senses. After an awkward moment of bewildered surprise, Yuuji finally broke the silence.
“...What... what just happened?” Yuuji questioned.
Nanami adjusted his glasses and sighed.
“It seems that he used his Domain Expansion to escape. It's not an application of them that I expected at all.” Nanami answered.
Yuuji fell to the ground and pounded his fist on the ground in anger.
“Damn it! We were so close to finishing him off! Now he bailed out and we don't know where he is! It's not fair!” Yuuji shouted.
“He must be fleeing to regroup with Suguru Geto and the other Disaster Curses, where they will likely be thinking of new plans. We need to stay vigilant about this and prepare for any future attacks from them.” Nanami said.
Yuuji got up from the ground after his minor venting session.
“This sucks... I guess the others aren't gonna like the news today. Let's go back.” Yuuji replied.
As the two left the school premises, Yuuji's mind drifted towards a certain boy. One whose life was cruelly snuffed out far too soon.
“I'm so sorry, Junpei. I wished that we could've met earlier. I hope you're resting peacefully now. I'll kill that Mahito bastard the next time I see him, I promise.” Yuuji thought.