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Joker sighed as he laid on the gurney. He was so sick of this. Of getting hurt in the most menial ways, then ending up in the medbay. It never got easier, just more and more boring. He groaned, gripping the side bar in frustration. He didn't know why he was there. It was just his arm. And not even his full arm, just his ulna. And his ulna wasn't even broken, it was just cracked!

"Calm down, Jeff. Let it go," he told himself.

He then took a breath and closed his eyes, laying his head back. He knew the rules. All injuries, especially his, needed to be reported and treated; no matter how stupid he thought it was. Still gripping the bar, he looked down at his other arm, stiff as a board and wrapped gently in a cast.

"Ridiculous. But I guess I could use a nap."

He had been overworking himself lately, which is how he fractured his arm in the first place. He'd earned a break, or at least that's how he justified it. He hated not working, not being productive, but it's not like he could do anything else. He wasn't cleared to leave, so he simply gave in to the fatigue.

Before long he was out cold, sleeping soundly. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but when he woke it was with a start. He'd heard a loud click that shook his dreams, but when he opened his eyes he was greeted with only darkness. That was disorienting, but he quickly deduced the lights must've blown a fuse.

No problem, he thought. He could fix that blindfolded. With a groan he moved to sit up, but froze when his legs and arm fought against him.

"What the—?"

He couldn't see, but he could feel. It took him a moment to realize, but his legs were tucked between the middle bars of the gurney, his uninjured arm handcuffed to the side rail.

"What the fuck?!"

His reaction was instinctual, but dangerous. Trying to brute force his way out hurt, his legs shaking as he tried to slide them through the gaps. After some wriggling he realized he'd definitely be able to pull his legs out, but only with the help of his arm.

He was stuck. A brief flurry of fear rocked his body, then anger. He tried to reach for the cuffs with his casted arm, but he could barely lift it. As he tried, his toes curled with desperation, his muscles flexing.

And that's when he noticed: his pants were gone.

"What the hell?! Doc, did you do this?! Is anyone there?! Hello?!"

He didn't get a response, but he did get an action. Fingers. He felt the shock of them touching his inner thighs, then slowly traveling upwards. The pit in his stomach returned as he was forced to accept this wasn't a medical examination, and whoever was touching him definitely wasn't Doctor Chakwas. These hands were rough, ragged, and clearly knew what they were searching for.

And they found it. Joker gasped as three of those fingers found his secret. His clit. They pinched it gently, sending a wave of pleasure shooting up his spine. He tried not to cry out, but he couldn't help it. It was so sudden, so unexpected, and it hit all the right nerves in his sensitive little cunt.

"S-stop! Get the fuck off'a me!"

He tried to pull at his cuffs, but the smallest yank sent pain radiating up his arm, and that pain triggered a horrible bout of clarity. Any attempt to fight back would do more harm than good, so he swiftly gave up. Not because he wanted to, but because he knew, logically, that he'd lose regardless. He could lose and remain mostly intact, or he could lose and break every bone in his body.

"Shit..." he sobbed, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had in his entire life.

And then, suddenly, he felt something cold press against his entrance. His eyes popped as whatever it was spread his crease, probing somewhere it shouldn't have. He reacted as if in pain, if only to prise some sympathy from his assailant, but they said nothing. They only pushed harder until the thick, metallic object slipped inside.

"Augh!"

Joker grit his teeth, his fingers squeezing the bar he was cuffed to. Something was inside him, stretching him, pushing deeper. He felt every inch rub against his neglected walls as they strained to adjust. He tried desperately to see who was doing this, but it was just too dark. Pitch black, even. But the fingers kept working his clit, rolling it in no particular rhythm as the object slipped deeper and deeper with the aid of his building slick.

"Ugh! S-stop..."

It felt so good. He hadn't felt this good in a very, very long time. But he still wanted it to stop. It wasn't right. It was rape. It didn't matter how good it felt—did it? He winced, his eyes squinting shut as the object reached its goal, slamming into his cervix.

"Ah!"

He was full. His whole pussy was stuffed by a complete stranger. Or perhaps it was someone he knew, which made the situation so much worse. Who on the ship was capable of this? He didn't have time to think about it before the rod, or whatever was inside him, began thrusting in and out. Slowly at first, then faster, before he was ready.

"Oh guh—! Ugh! Ugh!"

He couldn't even try to keep quiet. The pleasure was unreal. This person, whoever they were, knew what they were doing. It seemed they even took his condition into consideration, knowing his legs were the most susceptible to injury. Perhaps that's why they weren't cuffed or tied down, just awkwardly trapped.

"P-please! Ugh! S-stop!"

Tears welled in his eyes as the thrusting turned into pounding. Hard, violent pounding. His hips bucked, his clit aching as it throbbed between the stranger's fingers. His mind began to blank as he felt a familiar sensation creeping up on him, his back arching. Familiar as it was, it had been so long it almost felt new.

The ecstacy of release.

"Aaaugh!"

Joker wailed as his first orgasm in years wracked his body, his hole pulsing rapidly. The rod, or whatever it was, was so big it barely left any room for convulsions. He wasn't even sure how it fit, but it was so good. Sweat rolled down his face, his chest heaving, his brain waiting for the pause, but it never came. The ramming continued, the brutal assault overwhelmingly fervent.

"Wait! Stop! I-I already—!"

But the stranger kept going, driving the rod in and out at a breakneck pace. If not for the soft cushioning of the gurney, Joker's pelvis might've been ground into dust, but that precaution was probably planned. Everything about this lewd act was clearly meticulously calculated.

"Oh God! I'm gonna—!"

As Joker's eyes rolled back, he heard a faint chuckle from the shadows. Impossible to make out, but he didn't care anymore. His hole was getting fucked. It was getting fucked hard. But for the first time ever, he wasn't worried about breaking every bone in his body. It felt incredible, his clit reeling and insides ringing with pleasure.

As if sensing the inevitable, the stranger squeezed and pulled at his clit, then rammed the rod in and out with the last of their strength. Joker's eyes flashed as he felt his hole cling to the metal, chasing the high he shouldn't have felt. It was so wrong. It was so wrong and yet...

"Aaaaaugh!"

The rod and fingers quickly pulled back, a stream of liquids bursting from Joker's core. His screams echoed through the room, so loud he wondered why no one heard it. A wave of white hot pleasure rushed to every point in his body, from his toes all the way to the tips of his ears. In that moment of timeless haze, he truly thought he'd pass out.

And then he collapsed, twitching and moaning as his hole spasmed, as if searching for the size that once filled it. Drool coated his chin, his eyes wandering but seeing nothing. He couldn't move, he could only bask in the aftershocks of pleasure. He did try to speak, but his mouth felt paralyzed, only able to make gross, pathetic garbles.

"Ugh..."

After a while, the door to the medbay swung open with a pleasant hum, the hall light pouring in. He struggled to lift his head, but it didn't matter. His vision was blurred, and all he could see was the unfocused silhouette of a man. Or was it a woman? He couldn't tell. He could barely breathe. The figure moved slightly, as if throwing something, and he soon felt something light land on his stomach.

Then the doors closed. The stranger was gone, but the lights switched back on, so blinding Joker groaned, squinting and blinking. Once he found his bearings, he looked down to see the key to his cuffs. So that's what they threw. With a grunt he grabbed it and released himself, which was difficult with his cast, but he persevered.

He was free. Weak and tired, but free. After a while, he managed to sit himself semi-upright, his legs still spread and trapped between the bars. He didn't want to look, but he knew he had to. Reluctantly, and after much hesitation, he looked down to examine his hole, and he gasped.

It was red and throbbing, still rife with pleasure and stretched wider than he'd ever seen. The damage that rod had done was undeniable, and yet every thrust felt like paradise. How was that possible?

"Oh God..."

He fell back again, melting into the sensation. He needed time to recover. Though as he laid there, his legs still stuck between the bars, a nagging thought crossed his mind. There were only so many crewmembers on the ship, and one of them had just raped him. He had no idea who it was, or even what species they were. They could've had five fingers, but he only felt three. Were they human, quarian, turian? He had no clue.

But he wondered if they'd do it again.