dante21
INVINCIBLE WAR #01 (Sinister-Mark)
Published: March 28th 2025, 9:21:01 pm
Both Invincibles had been fighting for hours. Viltrum-Mark was already beginning to notice the difference between the two; with every second he felt more tired, and every blow he landed, his opponent hit him back twice as hard. As much as he hated the idea, this was a losing battle, he had to get out of there.
Determined to escape, he threw a brutal blow at his rival's face with all his remaining strength. The blow shook the very ground, while Sinister-Mark was thrown to the ground. In that small window of time, without hesitation, Viltrum-Mark flew away as fast as he could.
After flying for a couple of minutes, with no sign of anyone following him, screaming or attacking, Mark began to doubt.
Had he given up? Did he no longer have the strength to keep chasing it? Or... Had he hit him so hard that he had knocked him out?
Viltrum-Mak paused and pondered whether it was really a good idea to take the risk and return to what would be certain death. He hesitated and, with a lump in his throat, returned to the combat zone.
As he arrived he saw him. A huge crater with an unconscious Invincible in black and yellow.
Viltrum-Mark approached and, verifying that he still had a pulse, thought about killing him. He could kill him right there and now and the whole problem would be solved, the world would no longer have to worry about that perverse version of itself.
He grabbed Sinister-Mark by the neck and, as he was about to break it, he remembered what that bastard had done. He had murdered and devoured other Marks without remorse. So, he thought that death was a very peaceful end for him.
As best he could, Viltrum-Mark contacted the Viltrumite Empire. He gave them the coordinates and details of his situation.
After a few hours a Viltrumite ship landed, and from it came down several soldiers who took the now prisoner Sinister-Mark.
After a couple of days, Sinister-Mark woke up, but when he tried to sit up again he noticed that he could not move. A straitjacket held his arms tightly against his chest, while handcuffs bound his ankles. He couldn't even turn his neck because a huge metal collar secured him against a cold steel bed. However, that was not the worst of it, Mark could feel a long tube entering his mouth and passing through his esophagus to force him to ingest the most disgusting substances and food.
He tried everything; he used all his strength to try to break the straitjacket, he tried to fly to untie the belts, he tried to break the tube with his teeth... but nothing worked. He felt as if he had no strength, as if he were an ordinary human.
“Shit, they're putting sedatives in me!” he thought to himself. In a fit of rage he began to writhe and struggle in every way he could, but it didn't work.
Somehow, all the fuss activated a series of belts holding his crotch. Mark felt the belts begin to tighten and squeeze his bulge tightly without him being able to do anything.
-HHHHHHHGGGGGGGGMH!!! -He complained.
-Tight enough, isn't it? -spoke a familiar voice. -We usually use that for interrogations, but in this case I don't want to hear anything from you except your screams.
-GHMMFH!!! -Sinister-Mark replied as he squirmed.
-You got caught with other versions of YOURSELF... And the first thing you thought of was eating them? Taste your own flesh?
-MMGFH! -With every movement he made, the belt system tightened his crotch more and more.
-Don't worry, I got you out of that desert and brought you right where you belong.
Viltrum-Mark grabbed his prisoner by the hair and moved closer until they were face to face.
-This is a prison, one designed specifically to hold Viltrumites. From now on you will spend your days rotting here... surrounded by other sick people like you.
“HHHHHHHHGGMMMH!”
“GHHHMFH!”
“POPFGHH GHHHMMFH?!”
Sinister-Mark could do nothing but moan and writhe in his bonds as his captor retreated and the door closed behind him.