Pilates Instructor Park Min-a: Uterus Tanghulu - Part 7
"No... no... no..."
Min-a lay flat on the floor, her arms and legs bound tightly with heavy-duty steel zip ties.
"S-save me... not that... no... nooo..."
She wriggled like a caterpillar, desperately trying to crawl away, but Pastor Kang ground his boot heel hard into her stomach, pinning her completely.
"That... *hic*... please... not that... t-tanghulu... I don't want to be a tanghulu..."
Min-a sobbed continuously.
Her eyes were locked onto a metal drum sitting a short distance away.
Beneath the drum, wooden studs scavenged from a construction site burned, sending up acrid plumes of smoke. Inside, a heavily heated mixture bubbled, releasing thick clouds of steam.
It was boiling sugar.
"Why? You bitch-ass hoes love tanghulu, don't you?"
"When an elder gives you something, you say 'thank you' and take it, you fucking whore."
The homeless men sneered down at Min-a.
"No... I don't want to be a tanghulu... I don't want to be turned into a tanghulu..."
Min-a shook her head frantically, her words dissolving into incoherent babble.
"Fucking bitch is crying already before we even started. Bringing bad luck."
One of the men kicked Min-a square in the cheek.
Her head whipped to the side.
"Ogh!"
With a sharp, animalistic shriek like a beast at the slaughterhouse, one of her teeth flew through the air.
"Is it all melted?"
One of the homeless men asked the man waiting by the drum.
"Stop fucking rushing me. Sugar doesn't melt any faster just because you're nagging."
"Feels like it's been forever."
"There's a lot of it, isn't there?"
The man in front of the drum grumbled, then added,
"We're making a whole human tanghulu here. Have some patience."
He chuckled, casting a glance at Min-a.
Specifically, at her breasts, swollen and covered in dark, purplish bruises.
Her breasts had ballooned like water balloons from ruptured internal blood vessels.
This only served to emphasize their perky angle and voluptuous shape.
They were filled with blood, which would probably smell metallic, but the soft fatty tissue would make for a decent texture.
If they coated them in sugar on top of that...
It'll be just like cake.
The man smacked his lips.
"Hi... higyaaa! No! I'm scared! I'm so scared!!!"
The man's gaze, dripping with hunger and lust, sent a chilling shiver straight down Min-a's spine.
"Ah, she's whining again, fuck."
"Shut her up, will you?"
"Man, they taste better when they're lively like this. You guys don't know what's good."
"Ever had live octopus? Like this—"
"Ugh-aaack!"
One of the homeless men grabbed a pair of pliers and pinched Min-a's nipple with all his might.
The nipple split right down the middle, tearing wide open.
"See? They have to squirm and scream like this to be fresh."
"Live octopuses don't scream, though."
"It's a figure of speech, damn."
The man chatted for a bit before walking back to the drum.
"Looks melted enough."
"Can't you see the granules still left?"
"It's basically all melted. Let's just say it adds some extra crunch..."
Without thinking, the man reached out his finger to dip it into the melted sugar—
"Wait! That's fucking hot!"
Another man stopped him, horrified.
"Whoops."
The man pulled his hand back in surprise.
"This stuff is nearly 200 degrees Celsius! If that touches your skin, fuck... ugh..."
He shuddered, imagining the boiling sugar from the drum melting his skin off.
"Two hundred degrees... that's gotta hurt, right?"
"Fucking hurts like hell."
"Well, that's the perfect temperature to make our 'live octopus' squirm."
The man brought over a bucket and carefully ladled out the melted sugar.
The sugar wasn't completely dissolved, leaving gritty granules, but this would be perfect for adding a 'crispy' texture.
"Min-a... where should I start pouring...?"
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, the man swayed the bucket back and forth over Min-a's body.
"Hi... hieek...!"
Watching the boiling sugar sway right before her eyes, Min-a shrieked in sheer terror and pissed herself.
"Your legs?"
The man asked.
"Your stomach?"
Hovering over Min-a,
"Your tits?"
He swung the bucket back and forth.
"I-ugh-aaack!!!"
A few thick globs of melted sugar clinging to the rim dripped down onto Min-a's body.
The 200-degree sugar fused instantly to her skin.
"Ah... agyaak! Hot! It hurts!!!"
Min-a's eyes rolled back as she thrashed in agony.
"Min-a, this is what happens because you keep fucking squirming."
The man smirked.
"Min-a, where do you want it?"
"It hurts!!! Hot!! Nooo!!!"
Min-a couldn't answer.
"Fucking bitch, the sugar's gonna harden. We're pouring it all over you anyway, so let's just get this over with quickly, fuck."
"Ugh... hot... hot... hot..."
"Fucking bitch..."
The man let out a deep sigh and shook his head.
"Forget it. Let's do this first before we make the tanghulu."
The man set down the bucket of melted sugar and walked over to the drum where the sugar was still bubbling.
He pulled a half-burnt wooden stud out of the fire.
The wood was still radiating intense heat.
"You guys are done with her cunt, right?"
The man asked the crowd.
"That cunt is so wrecked you can't even use it anymore."
"With a rotten cunt like that, you'd catch something even with a condom. Totally useless."
The man nodded after confirming their answers.
"Then..."
He plunged the wooden stud deep into the bucket of melted sugar.
"Let's make a tanghulu out of her uterus first."
Thick, boiling sugar dripped from the end of the charred wood, radiating a terrifying heat.
The man pried Min-a's legs wide apart.
"Ogh... Kuaaaack!!!"
He violently shoved the sugar-coated wooden stud straight into Min-a's vagina.
"It hurts!! It hurts!! Mommy!! Daddy!! Aaaaargh!!!"
The melted sugar instantly fused to the thin vaginal mucosa, releasing blistering heat.
"Agyak!! Mommy!! I'm so hot!! Save me!! Save me!!"
The sugar stuck fast, searing and cooking the mucosal lining.
The pink tissue rapidly cooked, turning a raw, angry red.
The dying membranes desperately secreted vaginal fluids, but it was nowhere near enough to cool down the 200-degree heat.
"Ah... aaah! My cunt is getting ruined! My cunt is burning! Nooo!"
"Who gives a fuck? You're a sterile bitch anyway, nothing to save."
The man sneered, giving the shoved wooden stud a cruel twist.
The mucosa, glued to the wood like industrial adhesive, twisted and peeled away in soft, bloody shreds.
"Ah... aaah... agyaaa! Ah! My cunt! No! Not my cunt!"
With the lining stripped away, the raw, bright red dermis was exposed.
The exposed layer baked under the residual heat, turning a sickly, pale white.
The dying tissue blistered, oozing pus in a final, desperate reaction.
"Ugh... ughhh! Hot! Don't bake it! Don't bake my cunt!!!"
The blisters swelled up only to pop one by one against the hot sugar and rough wood, flattening out.
The raw flesh grew slick with pus and bodily fluids, only to fuse once more to the boiling sugar with a sickening sizzle.
"Guh... gyah... ngggh..."
It wasn't just the inside of her vagina that was ruined.
As the wood was forced inside, the excess melted sugar overflowed, spilling outward.
The overflowing sugar roasted her labia minora and majora to a crisp.
With every movement of the wood, her labia minora tore with a wet, squelching sound.
Through the torn vaginal opening, her once-pink, now red-and-white roasted vagina was visible.
Her once soft, plump labia majora, now riddled with wooden splinters, burned to a dark crimson, giving off a sickening stench.
It looked like a roasted, rotten clam.
"Ugh... ugh... hot... hurts too much... I'm dying... my cunt... I'm... dying... I'm dying because of my cunt... dying because it's burning..."
Her clitoris, which had once been rubbed raw by the touch of alpha males to yield intense pleasure, was now half-melted along with its prepuce, reduced to a hideous, mangled lump.
This clitoris would never feel pleasure again.
Without pleasure, Min-a could no longer be promiscuous.
Perhaps the only thing Min-a should be grateful to this man for was putting an end to her debauched lifestyle.
"The sugar should be fully hardened by now, right?"
"Ahg... ngggh... guh..."
Min-a's eyes were rolled back, her teeth grinding violently.
Though her mind had blacked out, her body writhed as if still registering the agony.
"Just like a live octopus."
Exactly like a live octopus.
It was an excruciating pain, as if a lifetime of agony had been compressed into a single moment and shoved inside her, yet Min-a's spasms looked bizarrely lewd.
She thrust her pelvis and hips back and forth as if riding someone, while a mixture of pus and vaginal fluids oozed from her severely burned vaginal opening.
Her brain, pushed past its absolute limit, had triggered a primal reproductive instinct in the face of death, forcing her body to desperately mimic the act of sex.
Of course,
"Is this a roasted clam?"
No sane man on earth would ever want to stick his dick into a cunt so hideously charred and fused with sugar.
The man checked his wristwatch.
"Okay, time to pull it out."
He grabbed the wooden stud once more.
"Guh... ugh... k-kyaaaack!!!"
As the man twisted the wood, Min-a's eyes snapped wide open, and she let out another pig-like squeal.
"Why isn't it coming out?"
The man looked puzzled.
Naturally, a woman's vagina and uterus are designed to carry, protect, and deliver a baby.
Of course, pregnancy meant nothing to a promiscuous slut like Min-a, but regardless of her loose morals, she was still biologically a woman.
The vagina and uterus are anchored firmly by several thick ligaments extending from the pelvis.
The wood was glued fast to her vaginal canal by the hardened sugar, which in turn was held in place by those ligaments.
It was only natural that it wouldn't slip out easily.
"Ugh... kuaaaack!!!"
The man yanked on the wood several times, but it didn't budge.
"Hold her down here. Yeah, right here."
He called over the other men for help.
A few more men joined in.
They grabbed Min-a's body and the wooden stud from opposite sides, pulling with all their might like a game of tug-of-war.
"Kuaaaack!! Ah! It hurts!! My cunt!! Don't pull it out!! Don't pull it!! No!! Aaaaargh!!"
With a few violent tugs, the ligaments anchoring her vagina and uterus to her pelvis began to tear one by one with a sickening, wet *pop, pop*.
Finally,
"Ugh..."
With a wet, deflating groan, the wooden stud finally tore free.
Her vaginal canal, fused to the wood, was dragged inside out.
The roasted vagina protruded from her hideously burned labia majora like a swollen, lolling tongue.
"Ugh... ughhh... guh..."
Her uterus, dragged along by the cervix, was expelled from her body.
It was a complete uterine prolapse.
At the end of the prolapsed vagina, her hideously distorted cervix twitched, oozing foul, bloody pus.
"Guh... ugh... gyah..."
Min-a's eyes rolled back completely as thick white froth bubbled from her mouth.
Even at her cervix, her dying uterus pulsed and gaped in a final, desperate attempt at reproduction.
Uterine fluids and sloughed-off mucosa dripped down in a filthy, bubbling lather.
Min-a was foaming from both ends.
The prolapsed vagina, cooked to a sickly white, yellow, and black from the burns, rapidly discolored as it hit the cold air, emitting a rancid stench.
The sticky sugar coating its surface slowly hardened in the chilly breeze.
A cloudy, crispy glaze of sugar coated the inside-out, prolapsed vagina.
"It's a uterus tanghulu."
One of the men remarked.