Hundred Blades and the Dance of Burning Nerves

The air in the lobby hung heavy. Rotten water, dust, and the lingering musk of the pig-beast that had just finished ravaging Na-bi's body all tangled together, so that every breath seemed to lay a rancid film across her lungs.

"Hngh... uugh..."

Discarded behind a trash bin in the dark, Na-bi twitched in thin, helpless spasms. She could not get up. The aftershock of the pig-beast's massive corkscrew cock still ruled her lower body. Her cervix, forcibly threaded as if a screw had been cut into living flesh, throbbed with every breath, and from the vaginal entrance that would not close, the sticky mixture the creature had pumped into her gushed out in wet, gurgling pulses. The insides of her thighs were already coated in dried blood and semen, pulling stiffly at the skin.

Her mouth was a wreck as well. The jaw that had been forced open to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wash the creature's cock still rattled loosely in its sockets, and the tip of her tongue still carried that nauseating metallic tang mixed with the taste of its cock-skin. She did not feel like a survivor. She felt like leftover scraps of food.

Then a faint noise began to gnaw at the quiet dark. Not plastic sheeting flapping in the wind. The sound of hundreds of small, hard legs scraping across marble, approaching in a measured, patient rhythm.

"......?"

Na-bi forced her wet eyelids open. Beyond her blurred vision, the darkness itself seemed to writhe.

It was not a shadow. A glossy, dark-crimson exoskeleton gleamed like a suit of armor. A long body thicker than a grown man's thigh undulated forward with the fluid motion of a wave.

A massive arthropod three meters long, drawn by the thick female scent rising from between Na-bi's legs — the pheromone cocktail of blood and semen.

"Ah... uuh..."

Run. Her brain screamed it, but her ruined body stuck to the floor like chewed gum. The creature's yellowish legs touched her pale ankle.

It was cold. A hard, dry chitinous texture with no warmth of living flesh whatsoever — the moment it met her fevered skin, goosebumps erupted across her entire body. Hundreds of legs crawled up her calves, her thighs, over her swollen lower belly. The sharp tarsal tips, like claws, jabbed and dug into her soft flesh.

"Hic...! N-no...!"

Na-bi refused in a hoarse whisper, but the creature paid her no mind. It began wrapping its long body around her entire form. Like a giant snake constricting prey — except unlike a snake, hundreds of legs scraped and pressed against her skin as they bound her. Its head, the massive mandibles, clattered above her face. The small maxillae and antennae around its mouth moved without rest, tasting her scent.

And it confirmed what it had found. Not prey. A spawning bed.

There was no warning. Directly beneath its head, the first body segment's sharp venomous forcipules punched straight into Na-bi's lower abdomen. A heavy physical agony incomparable to any needle — like an awl driven through living flesh, piercing her belly clean through.

"Ghak?!!!!"

But the true hell came in the instant after. From the puncture site it felt as if crimson fire raced through her veins. Highly concentrated neurotoxin. Every time her heart went thump, the venom pumped through her entire body. A burning pain like hydrochloric acid being injected into her fingertips, her toes, everywhere at once.

"AAAAAH! HOT! MY BODY, MY ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠BODY'S BURNING...!"

Na-bi screamed, her back arching. But the creature's body had her locked tight, sealing every movement. Her vision flickered red, then purple. Her brain felt like it was melting. Her nervous system began to scramble completely.

They say pain too great cannot be distinguished from pleasure. Amid the sensation of her flesh burning, a strange, spine-tingling feeling bloomed. It hurt — and yet her body responded on its own. Cold sweat poured like rain. Her salivary glands opened, and drool ran from the corners of her mouth.

Her sphincter went slack. Against ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her will, her urethra released, and hot yellow urine flowed out, soaking her thighs. The heat of the venom was so intense she could not even feel the warmth of her own piss.

Once Na-bi's body went limp from the toxin, the creature began its real work. From its belly, a heavy mass dropped with a thud.

About the size of Na-bi's fist. A milky-white mass pulsing inside a translucent white membrane. The centipede's reproductive capsule, condensed with hundreds of millions of sperm.

It lifted Na-bi's hips. The anus that had been stirred by the pig-beast's fingers, and the vaginal entrance shredded by drilling, were exposed without defense. The creature gripped her pelvis and positioned her over that massive spermatophore on the floor.

"Ah... no... that's, too big..."

Even through fading consciousness, instinctive terror surged. It was not a size a human body could take. Into a belly already sloshing full of the pig-beast's semen, it was going to shove that enormous solid mass as well?

The creature had no mercy. It slammed Na-bi's ass straight down onto the spermatophore.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!"

The sound of flesh tearing struck her eardrums. Her vaginal entrance stretched beyond its limit and screamed. This was not soft flesh. The spermatophore, wrapped in a hard shell, delivered the foreign sensation of a billiard ball — no, something larger, like an ostrich egg — being forcibly rammed in. Her pelvic bones were shoved aside. The narrow vaginal canal was forcibly expanded. The inner walls were crushed.

The spermatophore rode up through her vaginal interior and plugged the cervix the pig had already carved out. A perfect seal. Her breath caught in her throat. A heaviness as if she had swallowed a giant stone crushed her lower belly.

But the creature still was not satisfied. The spermatophore needed to be pushed deeper, locked in place. It moved the end of its long body — a blunt, hard reproductive tail. The target was not the front. It was the rear.

Na-bi's anus, loosened by the pig-beast's fingers but still retaining the shape of a sphincter. The creature's hard chitinous tail stabbed at that wrinkled entrance. Without lubricant, the rough, dry shell forced its way into the tender mucous membrane.

"Hnnngh! Tearing... it's tearing...!"

A rupture sound. The sphincter that had managed to take the pig's fingers burst helplessly before the giant centipede's tail. The anal entrance tore, and bright red blood sprayed. The creature's tail plunged unhesitatingly into her rectum.

It was not simple penetration. It felt like an internal press crushing and mashing her rectum. The creature bent the tail that had entered her, applying pressure toward the vaginal side through a thin barrier of tissue. It was the work of pressing the spermatophore that sat awkwardly in her vagina from behind, shoving it up toward the uterus.

Front and back were packed full. The front hole with a fist-sized egg sac. The rear hole with the hard centipede tail. Not a scrap of empty space remained inside her pelvis. Her organs, with nowhere to go, screamed.

"Ghak... cough... bleh..."

Na-bi's eyes rolled back as she dry-heaved. Her stomach was compressed, and gastric fluid mixed with bloody foam spilled from her mouth. Her lower belly swelled as if it would burst, the skin stretched so thin it was nearly transparent. The heat of the venom, the tearing pain, and the foreign mass filling her guts made her consciousness swim.

Finally, the creature sprayed secretions from the tip of its tail. Sticky white thread-like semen was injected into her anus. Its territorial marking. The sensation of hot mucus clinging to her rectal walls was viscerally, nauseatingly vivid.

The work was done. It yanked its tail out.

The forcibly expanded, torn anus would not close again. Through the gaping hole, clumps of the white thread-like semen it had deposited came trailing out. Between Na-bi's legs was a vision of hell itself.

A lower belly blackened and swollen from the venomous sting. A front hole plugged with the spermatophore, leaking red blood. A rear hole with a ruptured sphincter, drooling white mucus. And the yellow urine she had pissed herself in terror. Four colors of bodily fluid mixed together, running down her thighs to the floor, painting a grotesque marbling.

As if its business were finished, the creature descended from her body without lingering and vanished into the darkness. What remained was a single meat locker discarded atop a pile of trash — belly swollen, leaking fluid from every hole.

"Haa... haa... ah..."

Na-bi stared at the stains on the ceiling with vacant eyes. She could not move. The neurotoxin had paralyzed her entire body, and the spermatophore in her belly sent stabbing pain through her organs at the slightest shift. But she could not die, either.

The vicious curse of Indomitable forced her heart to keep beating. Feel this horrific pain fully. Feel the bursting fullness of your belly. Feel the raw sting of holes worn to ruin. Alone in the darkness, she wept, feeling the beast's egg pulsing inside her own body.