WARNING: CONTAINS RAPE, TORTURE, AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ THAT, DON'T.

Inko was sprawled out on the couch, her feet up on the armrest on the other side of the comfortable structure. She was drinking some red wine, her 3rd glass, while watching some recent news report on television. Wearing some skinny yoga pants and a revealing crop top with half of the shirt hanging off her body barely able to hold on, she was starting to get tired. She didn't do much today herself, but it seemed like a pretty damn important day for the hero community.

There was an attack on a training facility for U.A. High and their new class earlier that day. It was all over the news; a bunch of villains assaulted a class practicing for unforeseen disasters that might hit the country, with All Might having to come in and save the day, as always. Apparently, the villains morphed some woman into a massive killing machine that could take on All Might's attacks, though she still got beaten. There'd been a sharp increase in villain attacks in general as of late, maybe on account of All Might getting older. She didn't know.

Her mind started to wander as to where her son was. She left him out of his room earlier to go to school, but since then he hasn't come home or called at all. She would be a lot more pissed off about this, but she was exhausted from her day of drinking and lying down.

"All right, I think I'm calling it a night", Inko thought to herself, getting up from the couch and approaching her flat screen television. She pressed the power button on the side, turning the idiot box off. She walked to the couch and started putting the pillows back on the cushions. Her thoughts drifted back to Izuku.

"Whatever, I don't give a shit what happens to that kid anymore. It's not like his gender is gonna be around for much longer", she thought, walking to the kitchen and putting her empty glass of wine back inside of the cupboard. She scratched her head and sighed, walking into the hallway going into her room. She entered the doorway into her room and shut the door.

Inko's room was pretty normal for a single mother. She had a TV in front of the bed, a dresser with a lamp right next to it, and a bunch of different artwork and pictures of her and her friends, including some famous paintings she's bought at various auctions over the years.

The green-haired woman opened the door to her closet and took out some pajama bottoms and a plain white shirt, setting them on the ground. She started to get undressed in front of the mirror that also acted as a slide-in door to her closet, taking her shirt and throwing it into the hamper inside of the closet. She then took off her yoga pants, then her pants, until she was completely in the nude.

Inko had to admit; for a woman that was quickly entering her mid-40s, she still looked damn good. She was in shape despite barely ever going to the gym, and her breasts were still supple, being solid C-cups. Even her hair still had a look of vigor and youth to it, with no grey or white hairs in sight. She picked up the PJs and started putting them on, piece by piece. After her disheveled bed appearance was complete, she closed her closet door and walked towards the bed, climbing in and pulling the covers over herself. She turned the lamp off and closed her eyes.

In some small part of her mind, she wondered if her son was alright. That part fizzled out as she drifted into sleep.

The middle-aged woman's eyes shot up instantly at the sound echoing from outside of her bedroom door. It wasn't a clanging or a banging, but a creaking, almost like someone had opened a door up. The front door.

Izuku.

She turned on the lamp next to her side and looked at the digital clock next to her; it was two in the morning. She crawled out of bed, not taking any more thought in what she was actually going to say to Izuku. She'd probably scream at him for being an idiot again and not coming home sooner. Maybe she'd slap him around a bit. She didn't know, she didn't care. Her anger at the dumb brat was mixed in with her sleepiness at having to scold the stupid boy in the middle of the night.

She opened the door to her room to see her son standing on the other side of the hall. His clothes looked different, with him wearing a black suit and green tie, with a long coat on his shoulders, and his hair looked even worse than hers did. He was looking down at the ground with his eyes covered by the light about him. He had… something on his arms and legs. They looked like some kind of padding, with a digital touchscreen on his left arm and glowing neon lights wrapped all around his arms and legs. He had armored shoulder pads on, with a dark green coloring sandwiched between two layers of greyish-looking black plastic. He looked almost looked kind of cool.

"Izuku, where the fuck have you been?"

Inko broke the awkward silence emanating through the hall and walked up to Izuku with reckless abandon. She raised her hand, preparing to slap him.

"We've already had this discussion you fucking moron. How many time am I gonna have to tell y-"

She was immediately tackled to the wall by a masked figure wearing all black shooting itself from the other doorway in the hall. She was about to whip back at her attacker when he brought a massive shotgun to her head and covered her mouth.

"Say one word and I'll blow your dumb cunt head off!", the masked figure said with complete vitriol in his voice. It was definitely masculine from what she could tell as she got a better look at him while her mouth was covered with his hand. He was wearing some kind of animal mask, with his clothes having what seemed like ammo packets and carriers on his chest. He was wearing some kind of military vest from the looks of it.

Her eyes filled with shock at the sight of the massive firearm pointed at her head. She became a mouse and squeaked through the assailant's hand when he started speaking to her son.

"What do you want me to do with her, Midoriya?"

The attacker and Inko both looked at the green haired boy, who put on an evil grin before looking at the both of them.

"Put a gag on her and put her over the counter in the kitchen. I want to talk to her before… you know."

"Know what?", Inko thought, as the attacker took a ring of duct tape out of his pocket. He started to wrap the tape around her head, covering her mouth completely. She was dragged along by her hair by the masked man as the three of them walked over into the kitchen. The attacker took her head and slammed it on the counter, smashing her tits in the process and developing a small bruise on her head. He then put the gun to her head.

"Move, and you know the drill. "

She tried to scream through the tape. At her son, at the attacker, for help, really at anything. Right now, all she could do was scream. That's when she saw something over the counter-top that made her heart stop; two more masked attackers, also armed with a gun and what looked to be a knife, stepped into the apartment.

The two other men came over to where the single mother was, grinning devilishly at the sight of a woman in danger. They started chuckling to themselves. She tried to look behind her, but the gun to the back of her head restricted her movement. She was scared at what was going on behind her. That's when the laughter in the room ceased, and her soon started to speak.

"You know, mom, I was really glad you were actually here for once. My plan for you would've crumbled if you weren't, after all."

He walked over to the opposite side of the counter, and looked his mother in her teary, frightened eyes.

"But for once, you actually decided to be a halfway decent parent! Who would've thought that?"

He started laughing with a malicious tone. Inko had never seen her son like this. She was scared.

He grabbed his mother's hair and looked even deeper into her eyes.

"I guess that decision will be the worst one you've ever made in your life, because you're gonna die tonight."

Her eyes started to water more as she tried to scream Izuku's name through the duct tape. He chuckled at her struggle and walked behind her and past the men to stand in front of the television in the living room.

"Inject her with the serum", Izuku said coldly, turning on the television. They were still talking about the attack on the U.A. students even in the middle of the night.

Before Inko could even ponder as to what he was talking about, she felt a sharp pain hit her neck, and a hot, blackish-red liquid fill up her veins as she didn't even move an inch yet screamed and begged like a maniac through her mouth gag. She felt the liquid entering her body stop, and the syringe that hit her neck exit her. All of a sudden, she started to feel weaker and weaker, even more than she did before. She heard her son speak from the other side of the room.

"You're probably wondering what that was. It's an experimental Quirk-destroying serum, completely annihilates the Quirk gene found in the X chromosome of any female it hits. We got the material from some wannabe Yakuza group. For a bunch of cunts, they sure do know how to punish their own gender, huh?"

Izuku continued watching the television as he heard his men getting restless.

Inko didn't believe him. That's when she felt her body pulled up by her attacker with the shotgun, doing a 180 degree turn so they were both facing the young green-haired man, his back turned towards his mother.

"Why don't you try to use that Levitation Quirk now? The one that lets you pull small objects towards you?"

This was her chance to escape! If she could grab a weapon, she could fend off her attackers and try to get some help. She didn't have a choice with the three men armed to the teeth still right behind her, all with itchy trigger fingers. She saw a vase right next to Deku's head and stuck her hand out in an attempt to pull the object towards her. It didn't movie an inch.

Inko tried extending her hand out even more, like she was trying to use the force. She tried for another minute, but to no avail, the vase didn't even budge. She was bawling her eyes out now, her Quirk being completely inactive.

"It's gone now, and it's never coming back. That's going to be the fate of your entire tumor of a gender by the time we're done with our plan."

Inko was going to try and jump him from behind in a last-ditch attempt when she felt her hair being pulled on and her entire body being smashed against the counter. The air filled with her muffled whimpers and cries of forgiveness through her taped-up mouth. She heard her son's voice break through her cries like a butter knife.

"All right, boys. Have at her."

Inko's eyes widened at her sons words. She tried to scream, scream as loud as she could, with all the air in her lungs to stop this and that she's sorry for ever disrespecting the male sex, but it fell on deaf ears as Izuku's men leered onto her tight body.

She continued to scream only to get smacked in the back of the head by one of the assaulters' rifle butts, temporarily shutting her up. One of the men, a particularly heavy one who was probably much more overweight than a teenager is supposed to be, grabbed her pajama pants as she bent over the counter and tore them down to reveal her closed off vaginal lips, her ass cheeks jiggling as her pants almost fell off between her legs. The men chuckled to themselves at the sight of her vulva, already seeming to be leaking with something.

"Man, your mom is a fucking firecracker, Midoriya!" one of the men said, licking his lips at the sight of her cunt. He held up his knife to her crotch as he started to edge the blade against her labia, her lips quivering in anticipation as to what was going to happen next. The whimpering coming from the green haired lady only turned the deplorable males on even more.

They laughed at her misery as the knife ever so slightly started to enter her pussy, only to be immediately taken out within a second. Inko would've been relieved if not for the hot phallus like object entering her a moment later.

"Ooooooooh fuck! This bitch is tight!" the man with the knife said as he injected his cock into her vagina, jamming it in like a battering ram into a door. Inko screamed through her tape; it'd been so long since she had sex with a man, and her hymen seemed to repair itself over time. Blood started to seep out between her legs and cover itself in the dick of her rapist. In response, he just smiled and turned to his friend on the right as he got himself accustomed to the feeling of her tightness.

"Man, the female body is fucking bizarre. It's like some shit you'd see in an alien movie. Who thought having a fleshy web inside of a woman's hole would be a good idea?"

The other man with the shotgun shrugged. "Probably the same people who thought giving the sex with smaller brains and smaller bodies superpowers."

"Fair enough", the rapist said, finally pulling himself out of Inko's pussy as he immediately thrust back in. He became a piston; thrusting in and out for 5 minutes straight, all the while Inko was screaming and Izuku was watching television. He started spanking her ass just to watch it jiggle more, and the other two teenagers behind her started to jerk off, getting anxious to put themselves inside of their new member's mother.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck."

His thrusts got more and more frantic, speeding up as he waited to finish inside of the woman. He grabbed her hair and pulled on it with such force that Inko thought he was going to tear it off.

"FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUMMING, AAAAAAAAGHHHH."

His penis erupted like a volcano, a force of hot white goo filling up Inko's cervix and leaking out of her pussy, mixing with the blood of her hymen and dripping onto the floor. He pulled his cock out of her body and gave his buddy a gesture to put his cock inside of her. The process repeated with a different man.

Another 5 minutes later, he came inside her. Then they switched off. Again, and again, and again for a full hour.

Inko's cunt was getting filled with so much man milk that she was certain that she'd get pregnant from one of these guys. Mascara ran down her face, her eyes so red from all the crying that her tear ducts were running dry.

After one more explosion inside of her body, Inko breathed in as the dozenth cock exited her cooch. She looked up to see her son, glaring at her with such hatred that it'd make All Might herself shake with fear.

"I wanna thank you for everything you've done for me and my boys tonight, Mom."

He gave one of his men some sort of gesture. It looked like a handgun type of movement. Inko felt a long, hard, cold piece of metal enter her cunt, hitting her cervix and mixing itself in with the semen and blood from the last hour. Her pupils shrank as she realized what was inside her most precious area; a shotgun barrel. Izuku smiled at her and spoke.

"We've got a lot more plans for the female sex in store, but I wanted to leave a message for the women of the world. You're gonna be that message."

Izuku grabbed the tape stuck on his mother's mouth and ripped it off forcibly. She gasped for air at being able to finally breathe through her mouth again.

"Any last words, Inko?"

Inko gulped down one more breath of air before saying what she did next.

"IZUKU, I'M SORRY. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, PL-"

Her voice was silenced by the sound of a shotgun going off.