The Rotting Cradle and a Prayer Behind the Bin
In the dark, time moved like a viscous liquid — thick, clinging, impossibly slow. The narrow, filthy gap behind the trash bin was a coffin and a cradle both.
"......nngh...... khh......"
Nabi slipped in and out of consciousness dozens of times. Whenever her mind went dark, her cursed flesh kept working without her. Torn meat clotted and fused. Burst vessels writhed like snakes, groping for their severed ends, knitting themselves back together in a nauseating parody of life.
The semen and blood that had flooded her abdominal cavity, along with the liquefied scraps of her own organs, were either forced out of her body or absorbed back in against her will. The belly that had swollen monstrously — like a pregnant woman's, no, like a water balloon stretched to bursting — slowly, sickeningly subsided.
A wet gurgle rolled through her gut. Inside, her organs crawled toward their proper places and screamed as they went.
Her ruptured uterus sealed itself, after a fashion — a miracle, if the word still meant anything. The shredded flesh of her perineum grew new tissue and fused, ugly and unwilling.
Hours may have passed. Nabi forced her swollen eyes open. Her whole body was soaked in sweat and filth, and cold to the touch.
"Hah...... hah...... my stomach......"
She groped at her belly with a trembling hand. It had gone hollow. That terrible distension was gone. What remained inside felt like a gutted ruin. Only a raw ache and a vast emptiness circled in her abdomen. Her broken right arm and ankle still dangled uselessly, but at least the emergency of her viscera spilling out of her had passed.
I have to live. Instinct shoved her into motion. She tried to rise. Muscle locked too long in a crouch screamed in protest.
A slick, squelching slide.
"Ah......?"
The instant she planted a hand and tried to stand, something greasy shifted under her sole. It had come from her. Jelly-thick clots of blood expelled during the healing, semen residue going tacky, shreds of her own torn inner wall — all of it laid down in a thick slick across the floor, a lubricant nature had never intended.
The crash was enormous.
"......!!!!!"
Nabi lost her balance and went over hard, slamming into the trash bin. A thunderclap of metal shattered the silence of the lobby.
Her heart seized as if it had stopped. She stared into the dark, not even daring to breathe. Please. Please let no one have heard. Please.
But this hell did not answer prayers.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
A heavy, measured vibration rolled through the ground. Out of the dark beyond the bin, something vast was coming.
"Snnnrrk...... huff. huff."
A beast's wet exhale. The sound of a dripping snout pulling scent from the air. A shadow fell across Nabi's head. She lifted her creaking neck and looked up.
A hulking frame well over two meters tall. Atop a body swollen like a human bodybuilder's — muscle packed to the point of bursting — sat a grotesquely twisted pig's head. Yellow, fat-rimmed eyes found the regenerated female hiding in the garbage, and they shone with greed.
A huge hand closed.
"Mph?! Mmmph!!"
There was no time to run. A hand the size of a skillet swallowed her hair and her shoulder in a single grip. Like picking up a rag doll, the thing dragged her roughly out of the trash heap.
A wet rip. Then a longer, tearing shriek of flesh.
"AAAAAGH!!!!"
The scream tore out of her. The creature had seized the remains of the Bloodsucking Dress still clinging to her body and ripped it away by force. It was a parasite, already rooted in her skin, drinking her blood. As the garment came off, the epidermis of her back and thighs came with it. Bright crimson dermis lay naked to the cold air of the lobby. Nabi thrashed at the burn of being flayed.
"In. The way."
It flung the tattered scraps of the dress to the floor. All that was left to her now was her bare skin — a white body stained with blood, filth, and the crusted tracks of dried semen.
It did not lay her down. One arm hooked around her waist and tucked her against its side, hauling her like a piece of cargo. Its gaze dropped to her ass. The holes there had regenerated, but they were still red and swollen.
It gave a short, low growl. For mating, the passage had to be clear. With its free hand, it drove a thick finger into her — no spit, no warning, straight into her ass.
A wet punch of entry. A grinding catch of flesh.
"Haaagh! It hurts! It huuurts!!"
The rough, unlubricated finger forced her sphincter open. Her anus was already slack, but the finger was too thick and too coarse. The grime under its nail and the calluses on its skin rasped down the sensitive rectal lining like sandpaper.
It hooked the finger like a claw and churned through her rectum and the inside of her vagina, as if scouring out a gut. Hardened blood clots and debris that the regeneration had failed to expel caught on the finger and were dragged out of her in a dripping slide, then a pattering fall.
"Aah... it feels like you're pulling my insides out... nngh."
Nabi's eyes rolled back and her body seized. The alien sensation of organs being hauled into the open air. The creature smeared the filth from its finger onto the flesh of her ass with a careless wipe.
The cleaning was done. It turned her around and crushed her against its groin. Her ass met the hard slab of its abdominal muscle.
A mechanical click. A sliding unsheathing.
Something hideous shoved out from between its legs. It was not a human cock. Pink, spiraled like a drill bit or a wine key, a corkscrew penis — the tip wound to an awl's point, a living tool built for nothing but twisting and boring its way in.
It gripped her ass in both hands and lined the thing up with her hole.
A splitting catch. A grinding give... then a deep, twisting slide.
"......!!!!!"
It was in. The spiral tip pried apart the mouth of her vagina, already a mess of gel and blood. This was not a straight thrust. The creature's hips turned in minute increments, and the cock screwed itself inward along her inner wall like a bolt finding a thread.
A packed, grinding fullness. A wet, meaty twist.
The vaginal folds snagged on the spiral's ridges and wrenched. The feeling of flesh being corkscrewed. Nabi could not even breathe. She raked her nails down its forearm. There was a sound like a spinning drill chewing into wet meat.
But the real problem came next.
By instinct, the creature tried to lock. A boar's mating mechanism. The male's corkscrew penis was meant to mesh with the interdigitating rings in a sow's cervix, bolting together like a nut and a bolt with a wet click — so the semen would fire deep into the womb instead of spilling back out.
But Nabi was human. There were no spiral rings inside her to receive it. A smooth, short human vagina. The thing's cock found no purchase and spun uselessly.
A slick slip. A shove. A splitting catch that went nowhere.
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It turned its hips, trying to seat itself, but the cock slithered inside her and nosed back out. The other men's fluids still pooled in her vagina had become a lubricant, and the spiral skated over her instead of biting in. Like forcing a bolt onto threads that did not match, the weapon only mashed her inner wall. It would not lock.
"Get off... nngh... take it out...!"
Nabi twisted her hips on instinct, thrashing. That scrap of resistance was enough. The cock that had barely gotten in popped free with a wet sound.
A dull, empty tap against skin.
Its patience snapped.
The impact was brutal.
"Ghk?!"
It seized the back of her skull in one hand and drove her face straight into the floor. Her mouth smashed against cold tile. Her lip split. Blood burst from her nose. It climbed onto her back and crushed her under its weight.
One hand pinned the nape of her neck. The other closed on her lower belly — the belly that had only just healed enough to go hollow again. It kneaded her roughly, as if confirming the organ inside, the uterus.
It hauled her ass high in the air. Resistance was meaningless. Once more it shoved its spiral weapon against her wet hole. This time it would not stop. If there were no matching folds, it would bore a hole anyway and lock itself in by force.
The target was the end of the vagina. A small door, shut tight. The cervix. A human cervix is dense muscle, narrow as a needle's eye. It is not a place meant for anything to punch through.
To the creature, it looked like a socket. No threads? Then it would cut them.
A splitting shriek of tissue. A dull, bone-deep crack.
The cock drove the length of her vaginal canal in a single thrust and struck the mouth of her womb. The pointed spiral tip stabbed the closed opening of her cervix.
"......!!"
Nabi's eyes rolled white with terror. Deep in her viscera, in a sanctuary that should never have been touched, it felt as if a steel spike were being driven home — a pain so sharp it went past screaming.
It wrenched its hips around by force. Like driving a power drill into a wall.
A grinding of living tissue. A wet rip. A heavy, seating crunch.
"AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
The scream tore out of her. The spiral cock turned, and began to force its way into the impossibly narrow mouth of her cervix. Drilling.
The tender cervical tissue caught on the screw-threads and was chewed away. Living flesh twisted. Muscle wrenched and was forced open. The creature's cock was carving its own threads into the wall of Nabi's cervix as it bored inward. Blood and scraps of meat flew.
"It's ripping... it's ripping apart! My— my insides are being ground uuuup!"
The spiral kept turning, forcing itself into that needle-narrow cervical mouth. Soft tissue caught on the threads and tore free. It ripped living flesh, pried muscle apart, and the creature's cock locked itself by violence into Nabi's womb — a new casing, cut to fit.
"AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! It's tearing... it's teearing me ooooopen!!!!!"
Nabi's nails scraped the tile until blood welled in the grooves. The creature did not stop. Not until that wet locking click. Not until it was seated all the way, and would not come out.