Torn Seal & Cold Quenching
"Nngh… uugh… ghk…"
Nabi opened her eyes on the cold cement floor. She hadn't been out long — a few minutes, ten at the most. Even in that brief stretch of darkness, the pain had gone on chewing through her without rest. The lower belly the vending machine had beaten was throbbing as if it were on fire, and the enormous volume of semen forced into her was crushing her organs from the inside. Every breath dropped her diaphragm and pressed it down onto a womb packed past capacity.
But one thing drowned all of it. Thirst.
"Water… water…"
Her lips had dried to cracking. The smell of blood rose off them. Her tongue had gone hard as rough stone and glued itself to the roof of her mouth; it would not come free. Dehydration. A signal that her life was running out.
Her gaze went, by instinct, between her own legs. Beneath the skirt of the hospital gown, her perineum had been sealed shut in an ugly wrap of silver packing tape. Beyond that tape, buried deep in her vagina, was a cold metallic object: the blue chubby can.
There was liquid in it. Even if it wasn't a proper drink, to Nabi right now it was no different from the water of life. She had to drink.
I have to drink… or I'll die…
With a shaking hand she caught the edge of the packing tape. The adhesive was so vicious that flesh and downy hair had become one with it. Peeling it off was no different from flaying her own skin.
Riiip!
"Aagh! Hhnnk!"
She screamed and tore the tape away in a single brutal pull. Tender perineal flesh came with it; the downy hairs ripped out by the root and the pain stabbed straight into her brain. Blood beaded along the raw skin, but she could not stop. The tape came free with a wet, sticky sound, and what it left behind was her vaginal opening, forced wide, and the bottom of the blue can rammed deep inside it. Pallid, stretched flesh was clenched around the can like a fist.
"I have to get it out… I have to get it out…"
She shoved her fingers into the narrow gap between the vaginal rim and the can. However hard the machine had driven it in, the can would not budge. Every time she so much as touched it, the fluids filling her belly sloshed and struck the walls of her womb.
A creak. A squelch.
She hooked a fingernail under the bottom rim of the can. Then she spread her legs as wide as they would go and bore down. As if she were giving birth, she pushed with her abdomen and pulled with her hands.
"Nnngh…!"
A lewd, almost cheerful pop as the vacuum broke. Her vaginal opening flared into an O, and the cold aluminum can slid out in a rush of slick mucus. At the same instant, the white fluid that had been trapped in her belly came surging through the unstoppered hole.
It ran. It splattered.
Lukewarm semen sheeted down her thighs. She paid it no mind. Both hands locked around the can, slippery with blood and mucus, and she cracked the tab in a hurry.
A hiss. A click.
The sound of carbonation escaping was a melody from heaven. She brought the can to her mouth, tipped her head back, and drank in greedy gulps.
"Glk, glk… haah…"
Blue liquid. It tasted like a sports drink, but with a strange metallic stickiness underneath — like sweat stirred into salt water. To Nabi it was sweeter than anything in the world. She emptied the can to the last drop. The cool fluid ran down her throat and wet an esophagus that had been burning dry. She felt, for a moment, as if she might live.
Clink.
The empty can hit the floor. She wiped the blue smear from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and let out a breath of relief. That relief did not last a second.
A motor deep in the vending machine surged to a roar, the sound of some sleeping beast jerking awake. A red warning lamp began to strobe in a frenzy, painting her face the color of blood.
> WARNING: Seal breach detected.
> WARNING: Contents leaking. Severe contract violation.
"Uh…?"
Before she could even lift her head, the striking arm shot out again from the machine's lower housing — spring-loaded, elastic, and utterly without mercy.
WHAM!!!
"Ghhk!?!"
It caught her square in the stomach she had just filled with drink. Her body folded like a shrimp. The blue liquid she had swallowed tried to climb back up her esophagus, sour gastric acid swirling through it. She clamped a hand over her mouth and forced it down. If she threw this up she would truly die. If the moisture left her, it was over.
The machine's rage did not end with the beating.
> PRESCRIPTION: Plug reset and injection-port reassignment.
> EFFICIENCY REVIEW: Utilize surplus resources.
Two mechanical arms uncoiled like snakes and seized her by the ankles. They dragged her. Her hips scraped the floor; she did not even have time to scream before she was hauled up in front of the machine. It wrenched her legs into a wide M and locked them there. Everything between them was laid bare.
A thin, cold whine.
A red laser grid swept her exposed lower body from top to bottom. A precision scan. The machine's eye calculated her losses with pitiless arithmetic.
In front: the vagina. The hole left slack and gaping from the can she had just forced out. Mixed mucus and the fluid injected earlier were leaking in a steady run down her thighs through flesh that would not close.
> WARNING: Resource leakage detected.
> EFFICIENCY: −40%.
The sensor tracked sideways. In back: the anus. That hole was packed without a gap by something heavy. Writhing blood vessels. A searing heat. A grotesque shape a full thirty centimeters long.
The Living Key.
The vending machine's database identified it at once — the only biometric master-access key in this place. The machine did not hesitate. If anything, it deliberately omitted the system's name for the thing.
To the machine, it was nothing more than a meat plug of compatible gauge.
The machine reached a conclusion as efficient as it was hideous. Pull out what was seated in the back, and use it to stopper the leak in front. Conserve resources. Plug the hole. That was the only rule this factory knew.
A cold pincer slid around behind her hips and locked with perfect accuracy onto the slick handle of the Key protruding from her anus.
"W-wait… you can't… that's…"
She shook her head and tried to pull her hips away. It was useless. The machine had no mercy. The pincer bit down on the handle.
A wet crack. A long, sucking draw.
"AAAAAAAGH!!!!"
No warning. No lubrication. The anus that had been trying to close was forced wide again. The dildo-sized Key seated in her rectum was ripped out in a single brutal stroke. A scorching pain as the inner wall was scraped raw. The rear hole punched open, and a cool draft poured into her. Her belly felt gutted, emptied.
The pain was only getting started.
The mechanical arm spun the extracted Key once in the air, then hosed it down with an unidentified disinfectant from a nozzle at its flank. A hiss. Nabi's colonic mucus, her blood, and the white fluid she had ejaculated earlier sluiced off it. What remained was clean, and still a monstrous lump of meat.
The machine lined that Key up with the vaginal opening from which liquid was still running in a sheet.
"N-no! Get away!!"
She bucked her hips, trying to twist free. The clamps on her waist held fast.
Blockage transfer in progress.
A hard shove.
"Hnnnngh! Ah! Aaaagh!"
The Key's head, stiffened hard, punched without hesitation into the vaginal opening still panting wide from the can. It was thinner than the aluminum, but far longer. Worse than the size was the texture. The uneven veins and nodules of living tissue scraped down her hypersensitive inner walls as it drove in.
The mechanical arm did not hesitate. As if driving a nail, it hammered the Key into her belly.
Thud. Thud. A grinding squelch.
"Ah! It's hitting—! It's hitting there! Hhhk!"
The tip of the Key butted her cervix, once, twice. An ordinary dildo would have stopped there. The machine did not. It kept shoving, a hydraulic press, deeper, all the way to the root. Her vagina was already a swamp of semen and sticky blue drink-syrup, and the Key sank into her pelvic depths with wet, obscene sounds — chlk, shhhluck.
A heavy gulp. A stop.
The Key's head forced her cervix up and packed itself to the very end of the posterior vaginal fornix. There was no gap left. The inhuman phallus had sealed her most private place completely. Like a cork in a bottle, the front hole was fully blockaded by the Living Key.
"Hhhk… hah… it's so full… my belly…"
A writhing Key now sat in her vagina, and the fluids with nowhere to go sloshed inside her. And the anus from which that enormous Key had just been pulled, as if she were giving birth to it?
The sphincter had lost its function. The rear hole hung open, vacant. The mucosa was turned out red, trembling, defenseless in the air.
> Rear injection port secured.
> Commencing replenishment of losses.
With the mechanical tone, the arms gripping her waist lifted. Her body left the ground. Arms and legs hung limp. The machine flipped her and turned her hips toward the dispensing slot at the bottom center of the vending machine — the place a drink can would ordinarily drop from. Now a vast mouth ringed in red rubber packing peeled open, showing the dark passage inside.
"N-no… not there… that place is torn…!"
She thrashed in midair. The mechanical arms were ice.
A servo whine. A lock.
Her hips were forced flush against the machine's dispensing slot. The anus left slack by the Key's extraction — that swollen, wrinkled hole that would not close — seated against the vending machine's cold rubber lips with zero error.
Psssshhhhh.
A vacuum-seal hiss. The machine's aperture sucked in the flesh of her buttocks and made a gapless seal.
"Mmph?! My ass… something's… sucking on my ass…!"
Her anus became one with the vending machine's mouth. Machine and human, joined. The instant her organs connected in a straight line to the tank inside the machine. The sensation of a cold metal pipe invading the opened anus rolled her eyes back in her head.
Injection preparations complete.
Administering high-concentration energy fluid.
A deep thud. A gurgle.
The vibration of a massive pump turning over inside the vending machine traveled through the sealed hips and slammed up her spine. Her rear hole was no longer an organ of excretion. It was a fuel inlet, waiting to be filled.
The cold mechanical lips sucked the flesh around her anus with a wet kiss and locked the vacuum. It was as if a giant leech had fastened itself to her buttocks. There was nowhere to run. Hung in the air with her ass eaten by the vending machine, she kicked and twisted.
Her eyes were wide with terror. Behind her, from inside the machine, she felt the motor turn over with a low rumble. The vibration crawled up her sphincter and sparked all the way along her spine.
A new drink had finished preparing — this time, to be injected from behind. She knew it in her bones. What was coming in now would make the semen from before look like nothing at all.