Saitama gets Drained
The monstrous generals rotated their vile attentions, each one gloating and defiling the once proud hero in their own way. The Deep Sea King, his emerald eyes glistening with sadistic glee, grabbed Saitama's hairless head, forcing it forward in a cruel mockery of a bow. "Behold, the broken god!" he bellowed. "Behold the fate of your savior!" His webbed fingers slid down Saitama's muscular back, tracing the ropes of strength that had once been the envy of the hero world. He dug his claws in, drawing thin lines of blood that glistened under the harsh lights. Saitama shuddered, a muffled cry escaping his bruised lips. The Subterranean King crouched behind his captive, his stony bulk looming over the lean human. His gnarled hands, rough as boulders, wrapped around Saitama's narrow hips, proprietary and dominant. "Look at him," the Subterranean King rumbled, his voice echoing through the cavernous space above. "This once invincible warrior, no...