Headless Ejaculation & the Chamber of Cold Disinfection

Scrape. Scrape. Scratch.

A nauseating sound reverberated from inside Na-bi's belly. It was a hundred times more repulsive than fingernails dragged down a chalkboard — a friction that set every nerve screaming on end. A hook of cold metal, the Uterine Curette, was scraping out the deepest and most tender flesh of her uterine wall.

"Nnngh…… ghhk……!"

Na-bi's body jerked and thrashed against the shackles. A leather bit filled her mouth, so she could not even scream properly. The doctor, whose joints were those of a doll, sat between her legs with an expressionless face and continued his work. His hands were precise. His regard for the living thing beneath them was nonexistent. He scraped and scraped, as if peeling moldy wallpaper with a steel spatula.

Crushed fragments of insect corpses that had clung to her inner walls, clotted residue of semen, scabbed patches of torn mucosa — all of it caught on the hook and came away. Each pass sent a raw, searing heat ripping through her lower abdomen as living flesh tore free.

But the real torture was only beginning.

A clink of glass. He set the curette aside and picked up a beaker of brown liquid and a wad of gauze. A harsh chemical stink punched into her nostrils. Povidone iodine. Beside it, a transparent liquid fizzed and seethed — hydrogen peroxide. Liquids that burned like fire the moment they touched an open wound. He soaked a cotton wad until it dripped.

"Mmph?! Nngh! N-no……!"

Na-bi's eyes flew wide. She shook her head. He was going to put that on torn flesh? Without a flicker of hesitation, he gripped the dripping wad in a long pair of forceps and shoved it deep into her spread vagina.

A vicious hiss —

"Hyaaah! Aaaaaaah! Ah! Aaaaah. Ghk. Nngh."

A scream tore through the gaps in the bit. It felt as if hydrofluoric acid had detonated inside her belly. The peroxide reacted with the wounded inner walls, erupting into white foam that ate at her flesh. A burning so extreme it crossed over into cold. He did not stop. He took gauze soaked in povidone solution and scrubbed, hard, over every path the curette had carved.

"Hhk, ghk, khh——"

Na-bi's eyes rolled back. Her sphincter gave out on its own, and hot urine leaked in a thin stream around the tube lodged in her urethra. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Between her writhing legs, red blood and brown disinfectant and white foam and yellow piss ran together into a single filthy slick.

Then the doctor's hands stopped dead.

The aperture inside his glass-bead pupils contracted with a thin mechanical whine. He stared, unblinking, at the inner face of her thigh — at the wound he had just seared with disinfectant. The curse of Indomitable. The flesh that had blackened and burned under the chemicals was, the instant the foam died, knitting itself back together fast enough to watch.

A small tick of the head. He tilted it. Across that blank face settled a strange, almost childlike interest — the look of a boy who has found a toy that will not break. Or a scientist who has stumbled onto perpetual motion.

He tore off the mask he had been wearing and threw it aside. Smooth, pallid skin. A lower face with no color in the lips at all, uncanny in its blankness. He reached toward the Nurse Mannequin waiting at his side. She placed a cold metal instrument in his hand.

A mouth gag. But not an ordinary one. He unfastened the leather bit that had been sealing Na-bi's mouth.

"Hah, hah, please, spare——"

She was still trying to catch her breath, still trying to beg, when his icy fingers plunged into her mouth and seized her tongue. He dragged the slick muscle out, rough and far, stretching it into the open air.

"Aghk?! Nnnngh!"

He fitted into her mouth a mouth gag with tongue blade — a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠metal plate designed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to pin the tongue flat. Her jaw was cranked to its limit and locked. Her tongue, crushed beneath the plate, could not so much as twitch. She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could not close her mouth. She could not move her tongue. She could not swallow her own saliva. With her airway laid open for anyone to see, Na-bi gagged and choked, drool running in strings from her lip.

Only then, as if satisfied, did he begin to unbutton the white doctor's coat he wore.

A rustle. A thud. The coat hit the floor.

Na-bi's pupils shuddered with terror. He had undressed, but the body beneath was not a man's. Skin so pallid it had gone the bluish-grey of a corpse. A chest whose ribcage stood out in hard relief. And at the shoulders, the hips, the knees — silver metal spheres set into the joints.

And at the center of it. Hanging between his legs. A monstrous mass.

It was a penis easily eight inches long. But it did not have the flush or the living warmth of human flesh. It was a dull, dirty grey, as if someone had carved the meat off a dead man and fastened it there, and it hung slack, with a yielding, watery give. Even flaccid, its size and its weight were overwhelming.

The thing looked so much like dead meat that she found herself thinking a hard length of plastic might have been easier to bear. It woke a primal, animal disgust.

He pressed himself slowly between her legs. A massive speculum was still lodged inside her vagina, its cold metal wings holding the entrance forcibly open.

He did not remove it. Instead, he fed his own slack penis into the gap — into the space between those metal blades.

"Nngh! Nnnnnngh!!!!"

Na-bi twisted against the chains, metal clattering. Cold steel, and against it something colder still, something soft and corpse-wet. The awful contrast in temperature sent gooseflesh racing over her whole body.

He put his weight behind it and packed that yielding organ into her by force.

A wet squelch. A shove.

"Ghh-hhhhh……!"

A lump of flesh too limp to stand on its own squeezed through the speculum's gap and touched her inner wall. It was the sticky, nauseating sensation of stuffing half-thawed meat into her belly. He rolled his hips and drove it to the root. Her vagina, which the speculum would not allow to close, packed itself full of the foreign thing.

Nothing happened. His penis remained cold, remained slack. He cocked his head. A mechanical voice, without any vibration of vocal cords, poured directly into Na-bi's brain.

He bent his upper body down until his ear was almost against her face. And with his penis still packed inside her, he issued an order to the Nurse Mannequins standing behind him.

The moment the command dropped, the Nurse Mannequins approached with their grotesque fixed smiles — mouths split and locked in a painted grin. They seized the back of his head and his jaw in both hands.

A wet crunch.

"……?!"

An unbelievable sight unfolded in front of Na-bi's eyes. The nurses were not strangling him. They had taken hold of his skull and wrung it like laundry.

Crack! Crunch!

The sound of his cervical vertebrae snapping. But the doctor did not scream. He murmured, almost mildly:

"Pressure increase confirmed. Continue."

The nurses put more force into it and rotated his neck a full three hundred and sixty degrees. The skin of his throat twisted like wrung leather. Tubes and wires inside sheared apart, throwing sparks. His head was crushed down as if being rammed into his own torso.

Na-bi was shaking at the sheer wrongness of it when the change began.

Thump. Thump.

Something shifted in her belly. The slack organ packed inside her vagina suddenly hardened and began to swell. It was an erection induced by cutting off the blood to the brain and triggering a spinal reflex — a method that staked a life on it. Or rather, a method that assumed destruction as its premise.

A hiss of pressure… a drip. A pulse.

"Ghk?! Ah, aghk. Nngh."

Na-bi moaned around the gag. Eight inches of massive meat expanded inside her. It shoved the speculum's metal wings apart and packed her inner walls so full it seemed they would split. This was not a simple erection. It was inflation with the brute force of a hydraulic press.

The doctor's head was already half-torn away, lolling. From the wreck of his throat, white hydraulic fluid and red artificial blood sprayed together and soaked her chest. Wearing that ruin of a face, he rolled his hips with total indifference.

A deep, grinding press.

The swollen glans bore straight into her cervix. The speculum left her no room to flee.

"Insufficient pressure. Remove the head."

He gave the order again. Na-bi squeezed her eyes shut in terror. The Nurse Mannequins gripped his head from both sides and pulled this time with the intent of ripping it clean off.

A long rip of leather! A pop. A wet rattling of severed bone.

Hide tore. The cervical connection sheared. The doctor's head came away from his torso.

And in that instant —

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hih?! Aaaaaaah——!!!!!!"

Shock from catastrophic nerve damage. The doctor's headless body bucked violently. A spinal reflex stripped of all reason seized his lower half.

His pelvis struck between her legs with the fury of a jackhammer. A penis hardened into something indistinguishable from a weapon punched through the mouth of her womb.

Thunk! Thud! Thud!

"Ahhhk! Ghk! Nngh. Ghhk. Khh-khhk."

Na-bi's lower belly heaved like a thing gone mad. Her cervix was forced open, and that enormous glans rammed into the narrow cavity of her uterus. The speculum rattled and tore at her flesh. Caught between the pain, the violation of something that did not belong inside her, and the primordial horror of being raped by a headless corpse, she pissed herself.

A gush. A splash.

Hydraulic fluid fountained from the severed stump of his neck and sheeted over her face. The headless body did not stop. There was no human arousal in it, no pleasure. It was only a broken machine burning through its last energy in a malfunction — thud, thud, thud — ravaging the inside of her belly.

"That's it… that's it…"

The doctor's head, rolling on the floor, still worked its mouth. The voice was thick with rapture.

A heavy slam. On a last, deepest thrust, his body locked rigid.

A spurt. A sputtering, high-pressure gush.

Ejaculation. But it was not the sowing of any living seed. A high-pressure pump had simply burst under spinal reflex. Into the deepest part of her womb — the place the curette had scraped raw and left in ruins — cold artificial semen jetted as if from a pressurized hose.

"Gaaaaah……"

It was not hot. The crawling, sickening sensation of a liquid cold as ice filling her belly to the brim. The instant the ejaculation ended, the doctor's body went slack as a robot whose power had been cut. The heavy corpse collapsed on top of her.

Silence. The only sounds were Na-bi's ragged breathing and the static hissing from the doctor's head on the floor.

The Nurse Mannequins approached. They hauled the doctor's torso off her body and picked up the fallen head, trying to fit it back in place. They pressed it to the stump. They twisted it.

Tap. Tap.

No response. Total structural failure. Restart impossible.

The nurses took hold of the doctor's limbs without a shred of regret and began to drag him. But there was a problem. His penis was still inside her — still buried deep in her womb, still swollen. The glans had hooked behind the mouth of her uterus like a latch.

"Ah…? N-no… it's caught… don't pull, don't force it…"

Na-bi's eyes went wide. She shook her head. She could feel herself clenched around it, locked. The nurses paid her no mind. They gripped the torso and wrenched backward with everything they had.

A long, wet drag.

"Aaaaaaah!!!!!!"

Agony as if her entire uterus were being turned inside out and torn free. The entrance the speculum had held open stretched around the swollen organ until it seemed it would split. The cold semen and filth pooled inside her surged and churned with a thick glottal sound as the suction took hold.

Pop!

With a hideous bursting noise, the doctor's penis came free. At the same instant, semen frothed white and streaked with red blood poured from her vagina in a waterfall. The hole it left behind ached with a pain so open it felt like cold air on raw nerve.

"Nnngh… hhk… it hurts… Mom……"

Na-bi shook and wept. The gag was still locked in her mouth, her jaw aching as if it would dislocate, her legs chained apart. At the edge of her vision, the nurses stuffed the headless doctor's corpse into a garbage bag and dragged it away.

There was no such thing as human dignity here. This was a factory in the abyss, where life and death and sex alike were treated as broken parts. Feeling the cold fluid still leaking from inside her, Na-bi thought that she would have given anything to simply lose consciousness.