The Demon's Trade: Lubricant and Medical Fees #016-21. The Rising Yellow Urine and Waiting at the Door
The drip of the IV line had quickened. Na-bi stared at the tube in her hazy, foggy mind. The clear liquid flowed endlessly into her veins without pause.
It was strange. What had happened just moments ago?
Why was she lying here? Her memories were like a thick fog, blurry and indistinct.
Something terrible had clearly happened to her, yet her mind was wiped clean. Specific scenes refused to surface. Only the lingering echoes of the terror and pain her body remembered remained.
“Ugh… my lower belly…”
Na-bi writhed on the bed, groaning in pain.
Her lower abdomen felt heavy and swollen. It wasn’t just ordinary cramps. Her bladder was at its absolute limit, stretched to bursting.
She desperately needed to urinate. It was unbearable.
“I have to go to the bathroom…”
Na-bi tried to sit up, but something felt wrong between her legs.
Something cold and hard was jammed tightly inside her urethra. A metal urethral plug. The one the Director had forced into her earlier.
“Ah! It… won’t come out…”
Na-bi grabbed the small bead at the end of the plug and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. The sudden stimulation only intensified her urge to pee. It felt like she was about to burst. The plug blocked everything, trapping the pressure in her swollen lower belly like a dam about to explode.
-Clack.
The Director entered. He looked down at Na-bi with a lewd smile, holding a fresh IV bag in his gloved hand.
“How have you been resting? It seems the nutritional pack has run out.”
He tore off the empty bag and hung the new one. Then he turned the regulator to maximum speed.
-Gurgle gurgle gurgle.
The liquid flowed visibly through the tube. Na-bi’s veins felt ice-cold as the fluid entered her body, destined for her bladder.
“No… stop… I’m going to burst…”
Na-bi shook her head, protesting, but the Director ignored her. Instead, he spread her legs wide and thrust his gloved fingers deep into her vagina.
-Squish.
“Agh!”
“Still a mess here.”
The Director’s fingers moved roughly, not for pleasure but to examine the wounds and stretch them further. He curled them to poke at the cervix, the torn entrance he had widened with the metal speculum earlier.
“Aaaah! It hurts! It hurts there!”
Na-bi twisted her waist and screamed. The wounds reopened, blood seeping out.
Hot blood flowed down the inner walls of her vagina. The Director savored the heat, pushing his fingers deeper. He dug into the torn mucosa like tearing at raw flesh, ripping at the recovering tissue. The inside of her vagina felt like it was burning.
“Huuu… I was wrong… please…”
Na-bi trembled violently, sweat pouring down her face. The pain made her mind flicker in and out, then fade again into numbness.
What had she done wrong? Why was she suffering like this? Her thoughts wouldn’t connect. All that remained was the vivid pain before her eyes.
The Director withdrew his bloodied fingers and waved them in front of Na-bi’s face. Red droplets fell.
“Broken, huh? Ah… even if you don’t remember, there will be aftereffects, won’t there?”
He chuckled as if genuinely concerned, the cruelty dripping from his smile.
He brought an alcohol swab and vigorously rubbed Na-bi’s vaginal entrance to clean it.
“I have to disinfect. It’s dirty.”
“Kyaah! It burns! Don’t!”
The scorching pain of alcohol on raw flesh made Na-bi thrash on the bed.
But the Director paid no attention. He reached under the bed where Na-bi’s backpack was stored. From the dusty bag, he pulled out a bundle of white cloth.
Na-bi’s belongings from the CVS 24 warehouse in the Safety Zone. [Bandages].
“Hemostasis. It smells like blood.”
The Director roughly wrapped the tattered bandage around Na-bi’s crotch. Tight, pressing hard.
As soon as the bandage touched, red blood seeped through and soaked the white cloth. The wet, sticky sensation was revolting.
Then a strange sensation bloomed. Each fiber of the bandage twitched like a living organism. It pulled at the torn flesh as if forcibly stitching it closed. With a prickling pain, the gushing blood magically stopped, as if the bandage were magically sealing the wound.
It wasn’t healing so much as forcing closure. Thanks to Na-bi’s [Indomitable] body and the synergy of the [Bandage], she was pulled back from the brink of death once more.
The Director forced a [Recovery Pill] into Na-bi’s mouth.
“Swallow. It’s no fun if you die.”
Na-bi forced the pill down, her throat stinging.
“Rest for a while. I’ll be back.”
The Director stroked Na-bi’s head and left the room. The door closed with a heavy thud.
She was alone again. But she couldn’t rest. The IV continued to pump fluid into her.
Her bladder swelled like a balloon, worse than before. It was at its limit now.
“Uuu… I have to pee…”
Na-bi crossed her legs and writhed. The plug in her urethra blocked the entrance to her bladder.
The pressure made her lower belly feel like it would tear. She couldn’t hold it anymore. It was impossible.
Na-bi slid off the bed. Her legs trembled, but she couldn’t stay still.
Bathroom. She had to get to the bathroom.
Those holes the Director had poked and prodded so brutally, but she still wanted to do her business like a human. She didn’t want to become a beast that shat on the floor.
But without the Director’s permission, she couldn’t leave. If she ran away and got caught, she would die. That fear bound her feet.
Na-bi crawled on all fours to the door of the room. She cracked it open a little and peered out.
The corridor was empty. The Director was nowhere to be seen.
“Doctor…? Director…?”
Na-bi called in a small voice. No answer.
Should she just go and pee? No. She would be scolded. She would be punished.
Na-bi grabbed the doorframe and sat down, trembling.
The longer time passed, the greater the pain. Sweat poured down her like rain. She imagined her bladder bursting, turning her insides into a pool of urine. The desperation made tears well up.
“Please… hurry…”
Na-bi crouched in front of the door, sobbing. The IV line prevented her from going far. She just stared at the door like a puppy waiting for its owner to return.
At that moment, the Director watched Na-bi from the corner at the end of the corridor. Arms crossed, a satisfied smile on his face.
Her swollen lower belly clutched in her hands, sweat pouring, staring only at the doorknob.
It was pitiful and at the same time incredibly stimulating.
“You have good patience.”
He checked his watch. The IV bag was almost empty. If he delayed any longer, her bladder or kidneys might actually rupture.
Toys must be handled with care. They must not be broken.
The Director slowly walked over.
-Click click.
The regular sound of his shoes made Na-bi’s ears perk up.
Na-bi looked up. The Director was approaching. Like a savior.
“Doctor! Huu… Doctor!”
Na-bi reached out to the Director with tears streaming down her face. The Director stopped right in front of her.
He looked down at her swollen lower belly and her teary eyes from holding in her urine.
“Why are you out here? I told you to rest.”
“T-there… the bathroom… I need to pee…”
Na-bi couldn’t finish her sentence, rubbing her thighs together. Her legs trembled as they rubbed against each other.
The Director feigned ignorance.
“Pee? You’re desperate?”
Na-bi nodded frantically.
“Want me to let you go?”
“Yes! Yes! Please! Let me go!”
Na-bi grabbed the Director’s thigh and clung to him. Pride was gone. She felt like she would die if she didn’t pee right now.
“Want me to take you to the bathroom?”
At the Director’s words, Na-bi hesitated for a moment.
Could she even make it to the bathroom? No. She wouldn’t be able to walk. The moment she stood, she felt like she would burst. If she pushed with the plug in, her urethra might tear.
“No… no…”
Na-bi shook her head violently.
“Then?”
“Right here… right here… please… right now…”
Na-bi looked up at the Director with tear-filled eyes, begging. The Director smirked.
“Then stand up and beg properly.”
“N…”
“Stand up. With proper manners.”
Na-bi forced strength into her trembling legs. She pushed against the wall and stood.
But her knees buckled.
-Thud.
She fell to the floor. Her bladder sloshed.
“Augh!”
Na-bi got up again. And fell again.
She staggered like a newborn animal. She would try to stand, fall, crawl, then slip again.
The Director chuckled, watching. His eyes even filled with tears as he laughed. If his joints weren’t made of metal, he would have wiped them away. He was a complete human psychopath.
“Can’t have that. I’ll help you.”
The Director reached under Na-bi’s arms and lifted her to her feet. Na-bi leaned on him and barely stood. But her legs were still crossed.
“Go on, beg.”
The Director took Na-bi’s hand and placed it on her [crotch]. The cold metal bead at the end of the plug touched her palm.
“This… please pull it out… please… let me pee…”
Na-bi said, sobbing. Shame? It had long since disappeared. The need to urinate had devoured all reason.
“I’ll allow it.”
The Director whispered into Na-bi’s ear. Then he grabbed the ring of the plug with his fingers.
-Swoosh.
“……!!!!!!!!!”
The plug came out. The dam broke.
-Ssssssssss!
A yellow stream of urine erupted between Na-bi’s legs. It was immense pressure.
The stream of urine hitting the floor tiles sprayed in all directions. Na-bi’s legs and the Director’s shoes were soaked in warm urine.
“Huaaah…”
Na-bi threw her head back and moaned. Both relief and pain hit her at once. She had held it for too long, and her bladder muscles convulsed.
The urine kept coming without stopping. A large puddle of yellow spread across the floor. In front of the hospital room door, in the middle of the corridor.
“Hahaha! Impressive! Like a waterfall!”
The Director burst into laughter. He watched Na-bi urinate like a beast, then pressed his hand against her belly.
-Squeeze.
“Augh! It’s coming! More!”
Every time the Director pressed, the stream became stronger. He massaged Na-bi’s lower belly as if squeezing out every last drop of urine without leaving any behind.
“Pee nicely. Don’t hold back.”
After a long time, the stream finally weakened. Na-bi collapsed into the Director’s arms, exhausted.
The smell of urine filled the air. The floor beneath her feet was a sea of urine.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Na-bi panted heavily. Shame hit her belatedly.
She had urinated in front of the Director, right outside the hospital room door. She was no better than an animal.
The Director lifted Na-bi’s chin.
“Refreshing?”
Na-bi couldn’t answer, lowering her head. The Director pointed at the puddle of urine on the floor.
“You’ve dirtied the floor like this… you’ll have to be punished, won’t you?”
“……?”
Na-bi’s eyes widened. Punishment? He had said he would allow it. He had said to pee.
“There is no such thing as a free lunch. Especially not in my hospital.”
The Director slapped Na-bi’s wet ass.
It was afternoon on the 6th day. The bladder torture was over, but an even more horrific ‘punishment’ awaited Na-bi.