46 [EP.7] Devil's Bargain: Lubricant and Medical Fees #016-25. Lost Two Days & Inserted Memories
Na-bi was locked in a sticky, humid darkness. Her consciousness had sunk beneath the surface of sleep, enveloped in a somnolent haze so thick that even breathing felt impossible. Yet her body alone burned with intense response. Someone was ceaselessly caressing the space between her legs. It was nothing like the Hospital Director's rough, destructive groping. The stiff plastic fingers, slick with gel, gently stroked and thrust into her swollen vaginal opening.
“Huuu… mmm…”
Na-bi moaned in her half-conscious state. It didn't hurt. The Bandage's forced recovery power and the body of Indomitable were sealing the torn flesh in real time. The itchiness as the wounds healed mixed with the stimulation of the mannequins' fingers thrusting in, transforming into a bizarre pleasure.
The creatures tormented her without letting her wake, their persistence relentless. They slipped fingers into her anus, gently spreading the sphincter, then jabbed at the G-spot deep inside her vagina. They pinched and twisted her clit, savoring every reaction.
-Throb. Throb.
Na-bi's hips jerked upward on their own. Her consciousness had slipped into unconsciousness, yet her body had reached its peak and was convulsing. Her vaginal walls contracted, clamping down on the fingers of the mannequin inside her. The creatures found the grip amusing and, without a sound, giggled silently while adding another finger. One. Two. Three…
Na-bi had been the dolls' toy all night, panting helplessly. It was an endless night of training from which she could not even rest in her dreams.
Artificial sounds slammed into her ears. Na-bi snapped awake. Her heart was pounding wildly. Her back was soaked with sweat.
“Hah… hah…”
Na-bi pushed herself up on her upper body and looked around. A white hospital room. And a cluster of Nurse Mannequins standing neatly beside the bed. Their drawn-on smiles never left her face as they stared.
'Did I… sleep?'
Na-bi pressed a hand to her forehead. Her memories were severed. She remembered clearly the night of the fifth day with the Hospital Director… but what happened after that? Her mind was completely blank. It was as if the film had snapped, and all memories from the fifth day onward had vanished.
One of the mannequins approached carrying a tray. A cup of water and a bowl of food rested on it. Na-bi instinctively accepted the tray. Her stomach was starving. A hunger that had lasted days scraped at her belly skin.
But the contents in the bowl were no ordinary gruel. A transparent, sticky white gel and a black lump of yanggyeong. The gel carried the same pungent scent the mannequins had used on her body the previous night.
“This… is food?”
Na-bi asked with a grimace. But the mannequins handed her a spoon instead of answering, pressing her to eat. The silent demand was overwhelming. The Hospital Director's voice echoed in her mind. 'Eat everything given to you. Only then can you be discharged.'
Discharge. That single word moved Na-bi. Was today the day she would leave? Had five days already passed? She swallowed her doubts and scooped up the gel with the spoon.
-Slurp. Slurp.
The lukewarm, slippery liquid slid down her throat. It was disgusting. It tasted like semen and snot at the same time. The yanggyeong was chewy. Each chew released a sticky sweetness mixed with bitterness.
“Ugh…”
Na-bi forced herself to swallow, gulping it down. She had to live. She had to get out. The mannequins watched her finish the bowl with satisfied nods.
Once she finished eating, the creatures pulled her backpack from beneath the bed. Na-bi hurriedly packed it. Inside, the scissors and knife were gone, replaced by a messy pile of bandage scraps. Strange. She was certain she had packed them properly. But there was no time to question it.
“The Hospital Director…?”
Na-bi asked. One mannequin pointed toward the door. A signal to follow. Na-bi slid off the bed. Her legs trembled. There was no strength left in her entire body. Her muscles ached as if she had run a marathon all night, and her joints cracked with every step. Especially her lower body felt heavy and stiff. It was as if something was stuffed inside her.
'Is this… my period…?'
Na-bi dismissed it casually and followed the mannequins out of the room.
The corridor was quiet. Na-bi followed the mannequins' guidance toward the director's office. As they reached the door, the mannequins stepped aside and it slid open smoothly.
The Hospital Director sat at his desk reviewing charts. When Na-bi entered, he adjusted his glasses and smiled.
“You're here? How are you feeling?”
“Ah… yes. I'm fine.”
Na-bi answered awkwardly, standing there. The Hospital Director's gaze swept over her body. It was a gaze that pierced through her clothes like an X-ray.
“You suffered for five days. How was the experience?”
“Huh? Ah… it was tough…”
“Just tough? Nothing good at all?”
The Hospital Director asked with a mischievous grin. Na-bi flushed and lowered her head. Nothing good. It had been hellish time. But she had to flatter him if she wanted to leave.
“Thank you for treating me…”
Na-bi offered a humiliating thank-you. The Hospital Director laughed heartily and slapped his desk.
“Yes. You're well-mannered. Now we must complete the discharge procedures.”
“Really? Can I really go?”
Na-bi's eyes sparkled. Finally. Finally she would leave.
“Of course. We keep our promises.”
The Hospital Director stood from his seat.
“But first, you must undergo one last 'examination'.”
“Huh? Again?”
“A pre-discharge check is mandatory. Go wash up. The others are waiting outside.”
The Hospital Director gestured for her to leave. Na-bi felt a surge of unease but could not refuse. It was the last one. Only after this could she go.
Na-bi left the office. The corridor was filled with the Nurse Mannequins who had been waiting. No, there were more of them. Nearly ten. They filled the hallway. And their drawn-on smiles were thicker and more grotesquely torn.
“Hiiik…”
Na-bi stumbled backward. Something was wrong. The atmosphere had changed. These were not the kind nurses she knew, but the starving monsters from the convenience store.
-Tap. Tap.
One mannequin grabbed her arm with terrifying strength. It felt like her bones would shatter.
“It hurts! Let go! I'm going to wash!”
Na-bi shouted, but they ignored her. Others rushed forward, grabbing her armpits and hoisting her into the air. Na-bi's body floated.
“What are you doing! Put me down! Director! Director!”
Na-bi screamed toward the office, but the door remained tightly shut. The Hospital Director did not come out.
The mannequins carried Na-bi down the corridor to a dark shower room in the corner. They giggled—though no sound came out, their bodies shook—as they tore off her patient gown and pants.
-Swoosh.
Her white buttocks and legs were exposed. And between her thighs, a foreign object protruding from her vaginal opening came into view.
“…Eh?”
Na-bi doubted her own eyes. Between her legs, outside her vaginal hole, the tip of a thick transparent glass rod protruded. A glass dildo. The 'key' she had inserted into herself while drugged the previous night. But she had no memory of it.
“Why… is this…?”
Na-bi reached out in shock to pull it out. But the mannequins slapped her hand away.
-Thud!
“Ah!”
They gripped the end of the glass dildo and pushed it in with force.
“Kyaahhaaaak!!!!!!”
Na-bi's scream echoed down the corridor. Without preparation, without lubricant, the massive glass scraped her inner walls as it entered. A horrifying fullness filled her belly.
The mannequins pinned Na-bi against the wall and began pumping the glass dildo like a piston.
-Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Aaaah! It hurts! Pull it out! Pull it out!”
Na-bi struggled, but she could not withstand more than ten mannequins. They took turns holding the dildo and shaking it. They manipulated her uterus like a joystick, stirring it from side to side.
Other creatures pulled out the plastic protrusions attached to their groins. Smooth, hard imitation penises. They jabbed them into Na-bi's buttocks and thighs without mercy.
-Tap. Tap.
They thrust them into her anus too. Without gel, raw.
“Huuuuk! No! Not there!”
Na-bi braced her hips to block it. But the mannequins' strength was overwhelming. The plastic penis forced its way into her sphincter.
-Crack.
The pain of tearing flesh. Na-bi rolled her eyes, nearly fainting. But they did not stop. In front was the glass dildo, behind was the plastic cock. Both holes were being violated at once.
No foreplay. No seduction. Mechanical, efficient violence stripped of human emotion. They simply focused on the act of inserting and removing rods from her holes. Na-bi's screams were merely pleasant BGM to them.
“Please… spare me… I was wrong…”
Na-bi cried and begged. But no one listened. Not the Hospital Director, not the Patient Monster, not even these mannequins. They were all stronger than her. In this place, Na-bi was no longer human. She was just meat used and discarded, nothing more than a toy.
She wanted to resist. She wanted to kick, bite, and scratch. But strangely, her body would not move. Perhaps because of fear, or because of the learned helplessness from seven days of training. Her instincts knew that resisting would only make it worse. She simply gave up, accepted it, and prayed for it to end quickly. That was the only way to survive.
Time passed. Blood and bodily fluids poured from between her legs, soaking the floor. Only then did the mannequins lose interest and withdraw.
-Clatter.
Na-bi collapsed to the floor. The glass dildo remained lodged inside her. She lacked the strength to pull it out.
“Haa… haa…”
Na-bi stared into empty space with unfocused eyes. One mannequin grabbed her hair and lifted her head, pointing inside the shower room.
It meant to wash. Na-bi staggered to her feet. Her legs were spread apart, making walking difficult. Each step made the glass dildo clink and poke her uterus.
“Ugh… huu…”
Na-bi leaned against the wall and entered the shower room. She crouched under the cold water stream. While washing away the dirt on her body, Na-bi silently wept.
Was this procedure for discharge? Did she have to endure this pain to leave? Then she would endure it. She would live and definitely leave this place.
Na-bi gripped the glass dildo stuck inside her with trembling hands. She slowly pulled it out, enduring the pain.
-Pong.
Bloody water gushed out. Na-bi wanted to throw the dildo on the floor and smash it, but she could not. She would anger the Hospital Director. She washed the dildo and carried it with her in her miserable state.
After her shower, Na-bi followed the waiting mannequins out. They led her somewhere.