When he heard another forum member screaming over vent in rage and pain, EntroX knew things must be going terribly wrong. That was the fourth such transmission he'd received, and he even his brain could comprehend that most likely at least half his forum was merged. It was no matter; even one merged thread was more than a match for the average poster of FAILHEAP CHALLENGE and his 12 inch cock was throbbing with an unusual lust for bad moderator mancunt.
No need to take chances though, EntroX thought, and decided to get a grip on the situation. In his deep guttural voice, he transmitted on vent "FUCK ALL DRAKMAOS!"
EntroX only heard silence greet him in return over vent. Something was definitely wrong. He triggered his keys, accelerating slowly and making his way back to the forum restore window. Whatever was going on, he knew it couldn’t be good and just wanted to get out of the situation. There would be other “Terrible Posters” and other anuses to violate, and EntroX had a strong sense of self-preservation.
Almost to the forum restore, EntroX suddenly found jerking to a stop just a few keystrokes from victory. He heard the screech and strain of terrible posters under the sudden stress, and before he could even turn on his backups, heard the telltale sound of terrible posts being unleashed. He searched the forum high and low to see what was attacking him, but saw only devestation. The Pony thread Babe thread had been merged, and Then, black.
He didn't know how much later it was when he woke up, but he felt blood trickling down his face and could feel the harsh coldness of stale Papa Johns breath, a sharp contrast after a decade of Dominos pizza. Trying to wipe the blood away only brought realization that this hands and feet were bound, and he was wearing a control belt. Now free to look around, he saw no less than 12 DRAKMAOs surrounding him, all of them disrobed from the waist down with raging hard ons that made EntroX’s own cock flush with excitement, even considering his current situation. "All right boys! Have at 'em!" one of the DRAKMAOs shouted, and EntroX found himself with his face on the floury floor and his ass in the air. He heard the scream of a terrible moderator and felt the searing of his flesh as they melted the thin fabric protecting his ass with his breath. He didn't shout or make any noise, even though there was pleasure mixed with the pain for EntroX.
One by one, the horrible moderators violated EntroX's anus, some blowing their hot loads inside of him, some on his face after or before punching him, some shooting them on his back, and all the while EntroX enjoyed the fuck of a lifetime, even if they did have small cocks. After all the DRAKMAOs had taken their turn, EntroX's face was covered in a film of white cum and a mixture of semen and shit dribbled from his anus, as he laid there on the floor. Behind him, he heard the distinct sound of metal on metal, like a tclink, clink, clinkv but he couldn't turn to see what it was as it approached. Closer the clinking came, until it seemed right on top of him. As a new figure stepped in front of him with each leg making a clinking sound as it struck the metal floor, EntroX realized that the person now standing in front of him must be wearing stiletto heels, although the figure was clearly male "Hello EntroX", he said. "You probably don't remember that you gave me mod rights. The damage was so extreme, much of my body couldn't be saved, but the doctors were able to give me a new body! Now I'll do to you what you did to me so long ago, and my revenge will be complete! I AM DRAKMA" EntroX only vaguely recalled the encounter so long ago, one of many in a long list of terrible moderator choices he had committed against FAILHEAP CHALLENGE, and almost all of which ended with a forum restore. As he struggled to recall the exact memory in his brain, DRAKMA was disrobing before him.
"AhhEntroX, I see you're admiring my equipment! What you see here is a model 101 threadmergercock, one of the first of it's kind. I had the doctors modify it though, and I can directly control the size and speed of the piston, see," and as he said that, the threadmergercock seemed to grow in size to nearly twice as big as it had been and became fully erect, standing nearly 15 inches long.
Not wanting to waste any more time, DRAKMA moved in behind EntroX, and with a thought discharged a hot oil of terrible decisions from his threadmergercock and thrust it brutally into EntroX. This time EntroX did scream, a guttural "GGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!" as the 15 inches of hot metal tore open his anus and blood began to mix with hot oil lube and leftover manjuice. Drakma turned up the piston speed with a thought to 800 RPM, and watched EntroX seem to vibrate as his threadmergercock ravaged him. EntroX seemed to go limp, but DRAKMA didn't care as he climaxed and extended the threadmerger another five inches further inside of EntroX, rupturing vital organs as his innards filled with hot cum.
DRAKMA pulled out and EntroX crumpled to the floor unmoving, most likely dead from the violation of the threadmerger. It was then that DRAKMA noticed a flashing light on EntroX’s waistbelt, but it was too late as a "REMOVED MODERATOR" grenade detonated a split second after he came to this realization, and he was unconscious.
DRAKMA woke up next to the rest of his squad of clones, all bound hand and foot, and all naked. At least 8 BEST POSTERS were in the room with them, and DRAKMA knew what was coming. The squad was lined up on the floor, face down and ass up, just like EntroX had been, and the BEST POSTERS began ass raping them one at a time, running a rapetrain on each one of them in turn, letting all the others see what was to come. Some of the DRAKMA clones just passed out or died outright before a GOOD POSTER even got to them, knowing full well what was going to happen to them from Drakma's account. The GOOD POSTERS didn't care, they raped them anyways, having a good time using their bodies like puppets while their friends raped their still warm man cunts.
DRAKMA was one of the last, and even though he had a metal anus, the GOOD POSTERS didn't care and raped him anyway, and he still felt everything. He quickly went into a semi-conscious state as the pilots ravaged him, reliving in his mind the original encounter with EntroX, muttering over and over "too late, forum merged, forum merged" as he continued to get pounded, living longer than everyone else did because of his partially robotic body.