Intestine Bonds and Blood-Stained Treatment
"Nn... nngh..."
Nabi's pupils shivered in tiny, seismic tremors. What swayed before her eyes was no human eyeball. It was a clot of blood dangling from a stalk of optic nerve. And from that pulverized face, bursting out between the torn lips —
Eight inches. No — longer. A hideous mass of muscle, forked like a serpent, its surface studded with coarse, knobby nubs. A tongue.
It flicked.
"Hiek?!"
A slab of wet, scalding flesh dragged up her cheek. It was not merely the smear of saliva. The rough papillae scraped her skin raw as they passed. The tongue slid past her cheek, traced the line of her jaw, and lapped the cold sweat pooled in the hollow of her collarbone.
A long, obscene lick. A wet slurp.
The copper-tang of blood and the stench of rotting viscera punched into her nostrils. Nabi tried to turn her head, but her shattered, dangling wrist would not obey.
The thing's tongue crawled downward like a snake. Past her blood-slick navel. Between her thighs, which shuddered with terror.
A thick, wet sound.
"Hhhnk...!"
The hot, heavy tongue crashed over her sex. The suction that wrapped her clitoris and drew it in was monstrous — a vertigo as if her very brain were being siphoned out through that single point of flesh. Relishing her reaction, the creature honed its tongue-tip to a point and jabbed, again and again, at the mouth of her urethra.
Kihihi...
A hissing, leaky laugh escaped the ruptured mouth.
"P-patient... I-I'm..."
The thing rolled its dangling eyeballs and mumbled.
The hospital building lurched. Plaster dust cascaded from the ceiling like snow. The floor heaved with a deep, rolling quake — but the creature did not so much as flinch. Its ruined brain had sealed itself against every external stimulus, fixated solely on the meat before its eyes.
It shoved in.
"Gyaaaaah!"
Riding the tremor, the tongue forced its way through the mouth of her vagina. This was no soft flesh. The muscle had gone rigid as a cudgel, prying her inner walls apart and boring inward, every ridge and fold scraped raw by those nubs. A sensation that crawled up the spine and would not let go.
Nabi's hips bucked on reflex. She thrashed.
A heavy blow landed.
"Ghk...!"
A dull impact drove into her solar plexus. Her breath locked. Her stomach twisted and the retch rose, but her throat was stopped and no sound came. The creature pinned her belly with one fist and, with the other hand, pushed its fingers into the stab wound in her abdomen.
A wet plunge. A grinding squelch.
"Ah... aaaagh! It hurts! My stomach!"
Flesh that had begun to close tore open again. Hot blood surged from ruptured vessels. The creature churned its fingers inside the wound even as it drove the tongue deeper below — viscera rummaged from above, her womb lapped from beneath. A dual violation.
Nabi's eyes rolled back. White foam gathered at the corners of her mouth. Consciousness frayed, ready to snap.
A crack of palm on flesh. Another.
Her head snapped sideways. The stinging pain ripped her eyes open. The creature had slapped her awake — as if even the mercy of a faint would not be permitted.
A wet pop.
The tongue that had packed her vagina slid free, drawing a long thread of stretched mucus behind it. The creature sucked the glistening organ back into its mouth, then looked down at its own belly.
The abdomen lay open. Ash-gray entrails spilled in a slack heap. With blood-caked hands, the thing rummaged through its own intestines.
A thick, wet sound. A gurgling churn.
It was searching for something. Something buried deep among the viscera.
A dull plop.
What it drew out was a grotesque lump of meat. Bloodless, gray — but the vessels stood out in hard relief, a rigidly erect phallus. It looked cold and dry, as if it belonged to a corpse.
The creature crawled up over Nabi's face, the thing dangling. Gazing down at her terror-blown pupils, it smacked its lips in something like rapture.
"Hehhh..."
It licked its way up from her collarbone. Past the line of her jaw. It slathered her ear, then pushed the tip of its tongue into the canal itself.
"Hnn..."
Then it lifted the slick, dangling loop of its own small intestine, spilled out through the open belly.
A heavy, wet slap.
The cold mass of viscera settled onto Nabi's stomach — dense, soaked, a rope of meat that stank of rot. The creature began to unwind those guts and bind her waist and thighs.
A creaking draw. A cinch.
It was not merely draping them. It tied knots. Nabi's legs were forced into an M, locked in place by the creature's own intestines. Skin abraded. The viscous fluids weeping from its organs smeared and clung to her body.
"There... now I can see it properly."
It seized her cheeks and forced her head down — compelled her to look, to watch its gray cock touch the mouth of her swollen, flushed vagina.
Nabi shook, squeezing her eyes shut.
"I... I don't want this... no... please..."
She trembled and clenched her lids tight. But the creature hooked its thumbs under her eyelids and peeled them back, pinning them open. Her vision was forced wide. The hideous sight of that gray shaft resting against her reddened, swollen entrance branded itself onto her retinas.
"Keh. Kehek. You've got to get treated by a doctor. I'm not the patient — you are."
Babbling mad, disjointed fragments, the creature snapped its hips. It was playing doctor.
A brutal thrust. A grinding tear.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAH——!!!!!!"
The scream ripped down the hospital corridor. Unlubricated, rough as sandpaper, the corpse-flesh rammed through the narrow hole. The creature's cock was neither smooth nor warm the way a living man's would be. It was a rod of hardened rubber, gone cold and stiff.
Its withered, desiccated skin scraped her delicate vaginal mucosa as it bored in. Not the heat of friction — the searing of living flesh being peeled away, sweeping through her belly.
"It hurts! It's tearing! It huuurts! Pull it out! Pull it out!"
Nabi kicked against the guts that bound her legs, but the more she struggled, the tighter the creature's cold intestines cinched around her thighs. It rolled its hips without a shred of mercy.
Thud. Thud. Thud. A wet grind.
It was not the sound of flesh meeting flesh. It was the dull, soaked percussion of a butcher's mallet coming down on meat. Each time the knobby nubs crowning its glans slammed into her cervix — a heavy, concussive bang — Nabi's vision strobed white.
"Dry... so stiff..."
The creature muttered, displeased. It had forced its way in, but Nabi's terror had clenched her vagina tight, and the motion would not run smooth. It looked down at her belly. The abdominal wound its fingers had already torn wide. The red blood welling and sloshing from that gash.
"Lubricant... administering."
Without withdrawing, it pressed its palm to the bleeding wound below her navel, then swept the blood pooled in its hand straight down and smeared it thick over the place they were joined.
A wet smear. A slurp.
Nabi's own hot blood became the grease. The creature drove its blood-caked weapon deep once more.
A splitting tear. A long, grinding shove.
"Ghhhk...! Nngh!"
Deeper than before. Slicked with blood, the monstrous thing forced her cervical os to dilate and shoved its head into the womb itself. The deepest chamber of her body — the sacred space where a child was meant to grow — was invaded by a corpse's rotting cock.
The foreignness defied imagination. A spike of ice buried in her belly, stirring. Her abdomen bulged, bulged again, in time with the creature's pumping.
But it was not satisfied.
"The disinfection... still isn't done."
It snatched up a bottle of disinfectant that had rolled from Nabi's bag, bit the cap off, and spat it aside.
Then it yanked her torso toward itself. Her legs lifted into the air, spread wide, the junction laid utterly bare. The creature tipped the bottle into the seam where her blood-and-fluid-smeared sex locked with its own.
It poured. A gushing flood.
"......!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She could not even scream. Disinfectant cascaded into her vagina. The instant it touched the torn, wounded mucosa, a violent chemical reaction ignited.
A fierce hiss. A rolling boil.
Fire in her belly. White foam erupted from the lacerated vaginal walls and the wounds along her cervix. The agony of flesh cooking. As if magma had been poured into her womb.
"Grrrk... ghk! Keh-hek!"
Nabi's body flopped like a live fish on a deck. Her eyes rolled. Foam burst from her mouth. And the creature savored those violent convulsions as the clench of her vaginal muscles — the foam-swollen internal pressure seizing its cock without a gap.
"Good... sterilize... sterilize...!"
Its hips went frantic.
Wet slaps. Wet slaps. A pressurized squirt.
A pink slurry of chemical foam, blood, and bodily fluid sprayed from the junction. Whenever Nabi teetered on the edge of passing out from the pain, the creature shoved its fingers back through the torn hide of her belly and pinched her organs.
Inside, the chemicals seared. Outside, its nails raked her viscera. Nabi's reason shattered. What dignity she had as a human being melted away with the foam. All that remained was the instinct of a lump of meat, screaming to be allowed to live.
"Coming... the medicine's going in...!"
The creature's body shuddered.
A long, throbbing pulse. A final spurt.
Cold semen. A gray, reeking fluid from a dead body, fired at high pressure into the deepest part of her womb — into that hell of boiling disinfectant and blood.
The volume was enormous. Nabi's lower abdomen swelled like a balloon. The scalding chemical and the icy ejaculate mixed in her belly, producing a grotesque clash of temperatures.
"Hnn... nnh..."
Nabi's head lolled, strengthless. Her unfocused eyes stared into empty air. Slowly, the creature withdrew.
A wet pop. A long, heavy trickle.
The hole would not close. It gaped, pulsing, and from it a hideous cocktail of white foam, red blood, and semen gushed out, soaking the corridor floor.
She prayed it was not real. She prayed she would wake from this nightmare. Consciousness guttered.
A blow. Another. Another.
"Urgh! Ghk!"
Fists drove into her belly. Her closed eyes were forced open. Blood fountained from the wound.
The creature caught that hot red flow in its palm and slathered it over its own withered cock. In place of lubricant — Nabi's blood.
"Going in."
It snapped its hips.
A brutal thrust. A grinding tear.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAH——!!!!!!"
The scream shredded the hospital corridor. The coarse mass of flesh, painted in blood, forced its way into her vagina all over again. Bound in entrails, she could neither flee nor twist away. Her cervix took a concussive slam.
"It hurts! It's tearing! It huuurts!"
Nabi wailed. The creature did not stop. It rolled its hips in a frenzy.
Thud. Thud. Thud. A wet grind.
Not flesh on flesh — the sound of a mallet coming down on meat. Nabi's blood, the creature's semen, and the mucus of its own guts churned to foam between her legs. And so that she would not lose consciousness, it gouged the wound in her abdomen with its fingers even as it thrust.
A splitting crunch. A tearing grind.
"Hahhk! Nngh!"
Muscle tore. Fingers plunged into the wound and touched organ directly. Below, she was being bored open. Above, she was being rummaged through. Pain at the absolute limit.
"Feel good? Blood's coming out? You're the one who's supposed to be the patient now!"
The creature howled with laughter.
A thick spurt.
The first ejaculation of this round. Hot fluid painted the depths of her womb.
It folded over her and bit her breast. Teeth sank into the nipple. Pain as if the flesh itself would be torn away.
"You're mine. I put my stamp on you."
Gazing at the vivid dental imprint left on her chest, the creature giggled. Then its hips moved again. It did not tire. From a body they had thought dead, desire kept welling without end.
Nabi's pupils went slack. Bloody foam ran from the corner of her mouth. The pain had passed its threshold; sensation was beginning to go numb. That was when the creature rummaged through the backpack she had been carrying and drew out a fresh bottle of disinfectant.
"Have to disinfect again. New wounds, after all."
It bit the cap off and spat it. Then it upended the bottle over the yawning wound in her abdomen — the gash cut so deep the intestines showed.
It poured. A gushing flood.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAH——!!!!!!"
Nabi's body flopped like a live fish. The limbs bound in viscera pulled taut enough to snap. The raw flesh inside the wound cooked white in the disinfectant, throwing foam. A branding-iron burn.
The creature savored those violent convulsions as the clench of her vaginal muscles.
"Nnnnnh...!"
Its hips accelerated.
A heavy slam. A long, throbbing pulse.
The final ejaculation. The volume was staggering. Nabi's lower belly swelled convex enough to see with the naked eye, distended by the semen pooled in her womb.
The creature dragged in a ragged breath and pulled out with a wet yank.
A long trickle.
The space between her legs was a ruin. From the vagina that would not close, that gaped and pulsed, a turbid slurry of red blood, white semen, and clear disinfectant ran without cease.
"Time to go. To my ward."
It did not unbind her. Still wrapped in its own intestines, it began to drag her. Nabi, scraped along the floor, could not even moan. She was hauled like so much slack meat.
That was when it came.
Click. Click.
From the far end of the corridor, out of pitch darkness, came the sound of footsteps. Regular. The heavy strike of a leather heel.
The monster's movement cut off as if sheared. The body that had been seething with madness only a moment before began to shake — a full-body shudder, like an aspen in a gale. Instinctive terror.
Nabi lifted her dimming eyes, with enormous effort, toward the sound. Someone was walking out of the dark, parting it as they came.
A white coat. Immaculate — not a single drop of blood. And at the cuffs, where the sleeves ended, something silver gleamed: ball joints.
The master of the clinic. The one they had thought beheaded and dead.
He was intact — no. He was colder, more overwhelming, and he was already upon them.