Seven Days' Vacation and a Wet Contract
"Please... please, I'm sorry..."
Na-bi lay prostrate between the Hospital Director's legs, clutching his smooth thighs as she begged. The enormous cock towering before her brushed past the tip of her nose. He looked down at her tear-streaked face and lifted her chin with a cold hand.
His tongue lapped the tears sliding down her cheek. It tasted of iron — a metallic, blood-tinged tongue — and yet the sensation was impossibly soft, impossibly skilled.
"So. Why did you come back here?"
His voice was low and cold. This was not a simple question. It was an interrogation. The terror that she might be carved apart with a scalpel like that monster from earlier, if she dared to lie, washed over her in a wave.
"I... I, nngh... the truth is..."
The moment Na-bi's lips began to move, the Hospital Director's hand slid between her legs. A wet, grinding squelch filled the air.
"Ah—!"
Two fingers plunged into her vagina. He was not simply inserting them. He hooked them inside like a claw and pressed hard against her most sensitive spot — her G-spot.
"Tell me. What did you come looking for?"
The Hospital Director asked it casually, his fingers working fast. The sticky sounds of him scraping, rubbing, and thrusting against her inner walls echoed through the hospital room.
"There's a... 'key' in this hospital... nngh! I need it... hahk!"
Na-bi twisted her hips, barely managing to answer. Pleasure and pain struck her brain at once. The words would not come out properly. But the Hospital Director's expression remained indifferent.
"A key? What sort of key?"
His fingers moved even faster, a wet slap of flesh on flesh. Na-bi's juices spilled out, soaking his hand.
"We don't have any vaults or anything of the kind in this hospital."
He tilted his head the way a human would. He genuinely seemed not to know. Or was he only pretending? Na-bi's legs trembled. Unbearable pleasure surged up through her, and she could not hold it back.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to... come! Aaaah!"
Na-bi's back arched like a bow. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on the Hospital Director's fingers. A violent shudder racked her from head to toe as a fierce orgasm swept through her entire body. Her vision flashed white. Her breath caught in her throat. She went limp, gasping.
The Hospital Director did not pull his fingers from between her legs. He leaned down and brought his mouth to her sex, sucking and lapping with a wet, hungry sound.
"Hhk?!"
Na-bi recoiled in shock, trying to pull away, but his hands locked around her thighs and would not let go. He licked up the juices she had spilled from her climax. He sucked her clitoris and probed her entrance with the tip of his tongue.
"Stop... please, stop..."
Na-bi whimpered, terrified. If this went on she would truly go insane. She had to stop this perverted torment. She had to bring up what actually mattered.
"The Seal! I'm looking for one of the keys that can open the Seal!"
Na-bi cried out desperately. The Hospital Director's tongue stopped. He slowly raised his head. Her juices glistened on his lips.
"The Seal?"
His eyes gleamed with a strange light. She had succeeded in catching his interest.
"Please help me... I want to live..."
Na-bi pleaded. The Hospital Director seized her cheek with one hand. His thumb pressed her lips, forcing her mouth open, and then he pushed his own tongue inside.
He coiled around her tongue and licked the roof of her mouth. The deep kiss went on and on, saliva mixing, breath mixing. Only after a long while did he pull away, and he asked her quietly:
"The Seal... do you even know what that is?"
"I... I don't know that much... I just have to survive, and find the key to undo the Seal... that's what I was told."
Na-bi stammered, recalling the Floor's voice. The Hospital Director seemed to think for a moment, then let out a short, dry laugh.
"There's no one in this place who would tell you something like that..."
He put his lips to her ear and whispered.
Na-bi's eyes flew wide. Escape. She could get out of this hell. She could go home. Color flooded her face of its own accord, and a faint smile spread across her lips. It was such overwhelming hope that she forgot she had been tortured only moments ago.
The Hospital Director stared blankly at that naive, stupid smile. Then he twisted the corner of his mouth up and asked, sadistically:
"But that key belongs to me."
"...What?"
"I have it. That key."
He tapped his own chest. Na-bi's heart dropped. Hope was right in front of her — in the grip of that man. No. That monster.
"So."
The Hospital Director's gaze turned cold.
"What can you do for me?"
His question was crystal clear. A deal. Equivalent exchange. There were no philanthropists here.
Na-bi's mind went white. She had nothing. No money, no weapons, no information. All she possessed was a body already torn to shreds and contaminated, stained with the traces of beasts.
"I... I..."
She clutched her collar with trembling hands. Shame rose to her throat, but the instinct to survive was stronger. Slowly, very slowly, she undid the buttons of her hospital gown. The fabric slithered to the floor.
A naked body covered in wounds. Bruised, torn, swollen. Between her legs especially was flushed red from the monster's earlier violation, and the insides of her thighs were mapped with dried bloodstains and semen.
"My body... if my body would be enough..."
Na-bi dropped to her knees and raised her hips. The position the beasts had wanted. The survival posture the weakest creature in this ecosystem had to assume.
"Anything... I'll do anything. Whatever you tell me to. Please... just the key..."
The Hospital Director stood with his arms crossed, looking down at Na-bi trembling at his feet. His gaze was less lust than the look of a dealer appraising a used car on the verge of being scrapped.
"Hmmm."
He took a step closer. The cold toe of his shoe tapped her chin up.
"You're in terrible condition. Looks like meat about to be discarded. And you're offering this as 'payment'?"
"I-I'm sorry... but... sob..."
"I'll have to inspect it. See whether there's a usable hole left, or if it's just garbage."
The Hospital Director crouched and spread Na-bi's legs. The hem of his white coat dragged on the floor. With his bare hands he roughly pulled apart her swollen labia.
"Augh! That hurts!"
"Stay still, patient."
He scooped out the gray residue of the monster's semen clinging to her vaginal entrance with a finger. The sticky mucus stretched in a thread. He brought it to his nose, sniffed, then wiped it on her thigh with a look of disgust.
"Filthy. This needs disinfecting."
He picked up a pair of sponge forceps from the tray beside him and bunched a wad of alcohol-soaked cotton on the cold stainless-steel tips.
"Spread."
When Na-bi hesitated, the Hospital Director struck her clitoris with the back of the forceps.
"Aaaah!"
"You don't hide the merchandise from a customer."
Na-bi sobbed and pulled her own ass cheeks apart. The raw, reddened interior of her vagina was exposed. Without hesitation, the Hospital Director shoved the alcohol-soaked forceps inside. They plunged in deep, and the alcohol sizzled against torn flesh.
KYAAAAAAAH!!!!
It felt like she had been set on fire. The high-concentration alcohol hitting her torn mucous membranes sent a burning pain that stabbed straight through her brain. Na-bi thrashed in agony, trying to pull back, but he pinned her pelvis to the floor with his other hand.
"Hold still. I'm disinfecting. I have to wipe out whatever they dumped inside you if I'm going to use this."
He twisted the forceps, scrubbing her inner walls. The cotton soaked up blood, semen, and necrotic tissue, turning dark red. He spat the filthy wad onto the floor, grabbed a fresh one, and shoved it in again.
"Hngh! Ghhh... it hurts so much... it's burning..."
"Endure it. If you can't handle this much, the deal is off."
The deal off. At those words, Na-bi bit her lip until it bled and swallowed her scream. No. I have to get the key. If I'm thrown out of here, I'll die.
Only after three rounds of that horrific disinfection did the Hospital Director set down the forceps. Between Na-bi's legs, inflamed from the alcohol's sting, her flesh twitched and convulsed.
"That's a bit cleaner. The hole's in decent shape. The tightness is usable, too."
He nodded, apparently satisfied. Then he suddenly undid his belt buckle. Something heavy flopped out. Even unerect, it was a massive, grotesque cock, veins bulging along its length.
"Now then. Let's run a function test."
He seized Na-bi by the hair and dragged her toward his groin.
"Suck. Until it's hard."
"...What?"
"I want to check with your mouth first whether my cock will fit. Clean it thoroughly with your spit. If you so much as graze me with your teeth, I'll pull them out."
Na-bi stared at the enormous shaft before her through a face soaked in tears. The smell of urine, disinfectant, and thick male pheromones stabbed her nostrils. She took hold of his cock with trembling hands. It was hot. The temperature of a living man.
She carefully licked the tip of the glans. A metallic, salty taste touched her tongue. The Hospital Director gripped her head and barked:
"Are you playing around? Is this an ice cream cone to you? Swallow it to the root!"
He snapped his hips and drove his cock into her mouth.
"Mmph! Uurk! Ghk!"
A foreign object filled her throat to the depths. She could not breathe. Na-bi gagged, but desperately worked her tongue along the shaft, hollowing her cheeks to suck. To live. To close the deal. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as she sucked.
"That's it. Work your tongue more. Scrape the head."
The Hospital Director's breathing grew gradually rougher. She could feel his cock swelling harder and harder inside her mouth. Her jaw felt like it would unhinge. The overwhelming volume filling her mouth sent a wave of terror through her. That thing... that thing is going to go inside me?
"Hahh... good. You pass."
He pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. Saliva stretched in a long thread. He looked down at Na-bi, her face flushed and gasping, and smiled nastily.
"Product value confirmed. Quite the exquisite specimen. If the mouth is that good, what's below should be even better."
Na-bi collapsed on the floor, coughing. She did not even have time to wipe the saliva from her lips. The Hospital Director straightened his clothes and said:
"I'll accept the deal. However, there are conditions."
"C-conditions...?"
"That's right. That key is a rather expensive item. One session of service isn't enough."
The Hospital Director held up seven fingers.
"Anything... I'll do anything. Whatever you tell me to."
Na-bi knelt on the bed and prostrated herself at his feet.
"If you'll just promise to let me go... if you'll just give me the key..."
The Hospital Director looked down at the prostrate Na-bi. That pale, slender back. Those round, raised buttocks. The way she dared to set conditions without knowing her place was laughable. Forgetting what situation she was in, who she was kneeling before — daring to negotiate with a monster.
"Heh... hehehheh."
His shoulders shook. He stroked Na-bi's hair and murmured:
"I suppose even I am entitled to a day like this."
The Hospital Director snapped his fingers toward the hospital room door.
"Attention, everyone."
Dozens of Nurse Mannequins lined up in the corridor all turned their heads at once.
"...?"
Na-bi lifted her head. Vacation? The Nurse Mannequins looked at one another. Their smooth faces had no expression, but the atmosphere shifted in an instant.
They started clapping and bouncing up and down. What vacation even meant in this hell was anyone's guess, but they scampered down the corridor like children going on a field trip, overflowing with joy.
"Kyaaa!" "Kiiirik!"
The nurses poured out of the hospital in a swarm. In an instant the place was empty. Only silence remained.
Na-bi stared blankly at the scene. What was happening? Where had they all gone? Then the Hospital Director caught her chin and made her look at him.
"You've figured it out, haven't you?"
His eyes glowed red.
"Ah..."
Na-bi's mouth fell open. Seven days. A week. She would have to be alone with this monster for that long?
"I had all the patients cleared out as well. There won't be any interruptions."
The Hospital Director wrapped his arm around Na-bi's waist and laid her on the bed.
"I've taken a seven-day vacation. Try to satisfy me."
He spread her legs and settled between them. His enormously swollen cock pressed against her thigh.
"Today doesn't count toward the seven. This is a bonus game."
"W-what do you mean... AAAAH!"
Instead of answering, the Hospital Director flicked her clitoris with his finger. A sharp, wet snap.
"Augh! That hurts! It hurts!"
"A toy that doesn't know its place needs to be educated, doesn't it?"
He cackled and shoved three fingers into her vagina at once.
"Hnnngh! It's tearing! It's too big!"
"Don't be dramatic. You took that monster's cock earlier, didn't you? My fingers should be nothing."
He rotated his wrist, stirring her insides. He scraped her vaginal walls, poked her cervix, savoring every reaction.
"No... noooo...!"
Na-bi clutched the sheets and shook her head. The pain was greater than the pleasure, and the terror greater than the pain. Seven days. She was not sure she could last a single day — and it was seven. A bottomless despair darkened her vision.
But the Hospital Director had no intention of stopping. He seized her breast with one hand and pistoned the other without rest.
"Now then. First lesson. Shall we count how many times you come?"
The hospital room filled with the wet slap of flesh. Na-bi's screams and the Hospital Director's laughter echoed down the empty corridors of the hospital.