Summary:
Libby's mind begins to fracture, and she is introduced to the arena.
Notes:
Read the trigger warnings. Adding mind break and tentacles to this one.
Do not replicate or reproduce any of the acts in this short. It is okay if you DNF. Otherwise, I hope you're enjoying this FUBAR series.
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Ch. 05 - Coming Apart at the Seams
The girl felt good. Happy. Full for the first time in a very long time.
But all too soon, she was burning.
Liquid fire was scorching along every nerve, a white-hot blade that drove through her flesh and scoured her from within.
Something was moving inside her.
The pain was coming from her lower half, an agonizing stretch that pushed past every limit she thought possible. The aggressor invaded deeper, a fleshy anvil that rammed further and further into her unprotected anus.
Screaming, screaming, screaming. Too much, it wastoo much. She was going to come apart if it didn't stop. Please, it had to stop! God, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.
"I'm having far too much fun with you, little meatling. The way you sweetly nursed from my cock last time, the pathetic sounds you made as I fucked your worthless cunt." The voice was almost gleeful as his column of flesh continued to breach her, a breathy sigh accompanying each forceful stroke, the membranous sheath around it a silken contrast to the ridged muscle beneath. It was then that she knew this was in fact the same serpentine cock she'd readily serviced, the one she'd used to pleasure herself with at some point in the unknown past.
"But I plan to spill until I'm satisfied, so I'm going to fill this unwilling ass much like I did your eager throat." A low rasp escaped him, the harsh noise punctuating a thrust that made Libby's useless vision turn white at the edges. "I must know how much cum I can fit inside you, if only to sate my morbid curiosity."
She blacked out.
There was no way to know how long she'd been unconscious. She gradually bled back into her body, awareness coming like the slow drip of an IV.
It, he, was stillinside her. His enormous shaft was wrapped around her arms and midsection several times, squeezing her so hard she could feel her bones creaking. The remainder of his length was nestled along the curve of her lower back, free to dive between the soft contours of her bottom and violate her rear entrance without mercy.
She wasn't touching the ground. Her body was entirely suspended in the darkness, his unnatural member able to saw in and out of her tender opening unimpeded. It twisted and coiled with lazy undulations that made her mewl and moan. She found herself shifting upwards to meet it, arching her back and lewdly rocking her hips to pleasure her loose ring. Heavy pants puffed from her lungs, and she whispered dazed, fanatic approvals as heat built in her lower belly.
The girl was a hole. That was her purpose. To feel, yes, only to feel. To be given what her nameless patrons decided she needed. If she needed pain, then that was what she should have. If she needed to hold very still and become an inanimate object, then that's what she would do.
It was deep, so deep. Deeper than anything she'd ever experienced. An overwhelming, unfamiliar pressure was building higher and higher. A cramp sank talons into her core and drew shocks of pleasure-pain from a part of her she didn't recognize. At first it scared her, made her skittish.
"Easy, little human. Don't fight it. Open up for me. Yes, that's it. Just like that."
She didn't know what he was about to do. Would it hurt or would it make her feel good? Would it make her feel… whole again?
She was certain it would.
All the girl wanted was the physical contact she'd been deprived of. She needed it more than the sunlight or the warmth of its rays on her skin, even more than the promise of a real, nourishing meal.
"I'd release my eggs inside you and have this tight channel incubate them for me, but a sullied hole like you doesn't deserve the honor of my spawn." He shuddered, and she could feel the sensation rippling around her where his too-hot flesh engulfed her body three, maybe fourfold.
The girl shivered. What would that feel like? To… to have eggs fill her? Why was she sad that she wouldn't get to find out?
"Besides, your upcoming trials would surely destroy them. A pity, though. Such perfect anatomy… all wasted on a whore like you."
The girl missed the second half of what he'd said as an orgasm ripped through her, emptying her mind of all thought. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her body clenched and spasmed, her empty pussy fluttering involuntarily. Her abused channel clamped down on him rhythmically, milking the thick intrusion as senseless sounds spilled from her lips. Distantly, she heard the splatter of fluids hit the ground, the slick that'd been steadily seeping from his cock and swelling her insides trailing down her inner thighs and dripping onto the arches of her feet.
A deep rumble traveled through the wall and into his serpentine member, her only warning before he shunted himself impossibly deep into her bowels and flooded her with his searing ejaculate. She could feel every pulse as he emptied himself, the relentless flood of cum cramping her insides as her stomach swelled and distended, her already-overfilled ass stretching to its limit from the grotesque volume of his seed.
The lowest rung of his coiled cock slackened, allowing her belly to fill freely. The loosened coil wrapped protectively around her distended middle, almost tenderly stroking the taut curve as its viscous stream continued to flow, stroking her with a gentleness that mocked the brutality of what he'd just done.
And then he was well and truly finished. His length unwound from her torso, and she fell the short distance to the ground, landing in a sprawled heap on top of her coverlet. It took a moment for his words to penetrate the muddied haze of her consciousness.
"I hope you're looking forward to your debut, my dear. Know that I am. Thankfully, we'll be seeing each other again soon enough. You only have to wait a few more days. If I were you, I'd cherish my time down here while it lasts. What awaits for you aboveground is far more demanding than anything you've endured down here in the dark."
If her mind hadn't been so fractured, then maybe his words would have stoked her fear as intended.
Oblivion claimed her between one breath and the next.
'Mercifully, the girl did not dream.
***
Something snared around her neck. She thrashed, struggling to break free. Her hands clasped it—cold, metallic. More pressure at her throat. She was forced to her feet. Dragged, pulled through the dark and into its depths.
***
Too loud. Too bright.
People, so many people. No, not people. Demons. Monsters.
"Come out from there, Libby," a voice called.
No. She couldn't come out. She couldn't let them know where she was. She couldn't let them find her.
"Libby, why are you hiding from everyone who came out to see you?" A different voice from the first, this one lilting and amused. That word again, that sound that made her skin crawl when it fell from his lips. "You're the guest of honor! You should show your thanks to those that made the long, arduous journey to Greed. It's incredibly rude to keep them waiting like this, love."
The floor shook with booms of thunder. No, not thunder, feet. Thousands upon thousands of footsteps. Legions of them. Things that ranged from terrifying to grotesque and everything in between all crawled, stalked, and trudged through the stands below. From this place high above the sunken pit, the beasts looked like swarming ants. Agitated, frenzied, bloodthirsty ants.
The girl had been made to watch the opening 'entertainments.' The vulgarity of each act penetrated her clouded mind with enough force to drag her splintering consciousness from the dark. She stared with wide, dilated eyes, her entire body shaking.
For the first, a person had been led by a length of chain behind a horned demon handler. The girl was shocked to see another human in this place and had felt an instant kinship with the man. He'd crawled on his hands and knees across the arena floor, the demon pulling him along hitting him with a switch every time he lagged too far behind. Two hooved colossi had fought for the right to mount the naked slave, a slender tanned man with ebony hair. One of the voices behind her had told her he'd been the offering for the most recent Unification Rite five years ago.
The contest had been fierce but brief, and the victor was still raping the man in the corner of the arena.
For the second, two female demons joined their bodies, fingers and tongues twisting and twining in heated abandon. The word succubi came to the girl, though she didn't know where her knowledge of the word came from. Their performance had been sensual, passionate, and she'd found she did not mind watching them. Partway through, a horde of winged demons had emerged from the crowd, fanged mouths shrieking as they swooped over the joined females. They'd snatched the screaming pair straight into the sky, carrying them up and over the crumbling walls of the arena before disappearing from sight.
The girl was to be the third and final act.
She had been bathed. Groomed. Every orifice painstakingly cleansed multiple times. Dressed in new, sheer coverings that were both excessive and insubstantial. They'd given her nothing to wear underneath.
She did not like the clothes. They were itchy, and far too fine for someone like her. She'd tried to remove them, to tear them off her body, but had been brusquely slapped across the cheek and admonished. Shortly after, she'd crawled behind this cabinet and hidden herself from view.
"You must be famished, Libby. Wouldn't you like something to eat?"
Food?
The girl's stomach clenched painfully. She hesitantly stuck her head out, slowly peering around the corner. Two men reclined in overstuffed velvet chairs, their postures casual and relaxed. She had forgotten their names, but they were the ones who looked the most 'human,' and the word drow came to her mind. A sharp ache spiked between her brows and left her dazed, the meaning of that word and how she knew it disappearing the moment it had formed.
The terrace was cut directly into the side of the pit, high above the teeming masses below. A glass half-wall separated them from the hundred foot drop, and multiple stone pillars, a series of wide, craggy formations, supported the chiseled ceiling above. The space was opulent, with heavy black curtains lining the perimeter and soft carpets scattered on the floor. A myriad of golden statues, discs and vases were either mounted on the walls or scattered throughout the private enclosure, a hoard of riches unlike anything she'd ever seen.
Her eyes darted to a steaming tray. It sat between the two giants, piled to the limit with various meats and fruits. Her breathing quickened, and she clutched her middle, her stomach cramping painfully. Without thinking, she scrambled across the room. She kept herself small as she approached, avoiding eye contact.
She was seconds from launching herself towards a marbled sausage when the larger of the two men, the one with raven hair and eyes, leaned forward and struck. He tightly gripped her face in his hand, squeezing until she was forced to look up at him.
His was easily twice her size. Layered with scarred muscle, his slate gray skin was several shades darker than the male sitting beside him. A permanent look of distaste was etched onto his angelic face, as if the very sight of her offended him.
It had been three days since she'd left the dark room. Three days since she'd tasted fresh air. The girl only remembered bits and pieces of the first two days. A shaman painting the girl's naked skin with strange runes. The tang of acrid smoke. Chanting and the rattling of bones. When she'd finally roused, it was as if bits and pieces of her mind had been stitched back together, but she didn't think they'd all been put back the way they'd been before.
They'd locked her in a guest room, her only companion a small, gnarled demon that brought her pails of water. The first day, she'd drank so much she'd made herself sick. But now there was food, real food, inches from her face. The delicious aroma of sliced beef and spiced jam made her mouth water, and she barely had the presence of mind to seal her lips before saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth.
"You've only just left the Underground, yet you're still so brazen." He forced her face upwards until she had no choice but to look into his inky sclera. "My brother had the opportunity to visit you and evaluate your progress, but I was tied up with tedious Unification preparations. You've really put a lot of work on my plate these days, Libby." A corner of his lip curled into a mean sneer as he took her measure. "There's really not much will left to break behind those vacant eyes, is there?" He released her and leaned back in his seat. "Eldra Vorn may have restored your mind so we'd have a livelier show, but from the looks of it, I don't think it's going to amount to much in the end."
"You know," the other monster said. "I think your time down there did you some good. Your behavior, though somewhat flighty around the edges, is far more tolerable, not to mention the improvements to your overall appearance."
It was true. The girl had seen herself in a mirror. Her tawny hair was glossier, her skin too-pale but firm, the muscles of her arms, legs, and belly toned. Both fists tightened in her lap. She didn't know much about physiology, but even she recognized how unlikely it was that she was still alive.
She snuck a glance at the second monster from under her lashes. He was leaner, long limbs built with corded, wiry strength. Even seated, he was enormous, as tall as she was when she was standing.
She studied him, trying to decipher the roiling emotions buzzing under her skin. Her eyes traced a lock of hair that had fallen forward and curled over one of his eyes. The sides of his head were cropped nearly to his scalp, giving him an undeniably aristocratic aura, though it was clear from his perceptive countenance and the hard line of his mouth that he was far from some pampered lordling.
Her gaze flicked to the male beside him. His raven hair was pulled back with a cord, a few escaped strands framing his austere face and accentuating the sharp points of his gray ears. Unlike the paler one sitting beside him, she suspected this one wore his hair longer not out of vanity, but because it ranked low on his list of priorities. From the myriad of scars covering his bare arms, it was clear he was more suited to spilling blood than caring about how he looked while he was doing it.
The white-haired male extended a hand to the tray, capturing a morsel with claws that could almost pass for human nails, if not for their length and unnerving sharpness. Her eyes shot to the strip of meat he held between his fingers, tracking the fragrant juices that dripped into the divot of his palm.
His eerie eyes flicked to where she knelt on the floor, observing the hopeful, ravenous expression on her face. Snowy brows lifted, ghostly pupils regarding her before they slid to the strip of meat.
"Oh. Oh no, you poor thing. I'm sorry. I didn't mean you could have our food." He sounded genuinely confused, though the cruel smile on his face made it clear he wasn't. "Silly girl. If you want to eat, you already know how to feed yourself."
He placed the morsel in his mouth, a single glowing diamond fixated on her the entire time. Her eyes fell to his lap, to the erection straining the front of his knit pants. She swallowed thickly.
Try as she might, the girl couldn't summon her rage, though she felt a displaced streak of heat twist sharply inside her chest.
The white-haired male unbuttoned his pants with an almost casual indifference. Below the sculpted ridges of his light pewter abdomen, only a slightly raised expanse of skin filled the space between his legs. Before confusion could sink in, her eyes caught on the vertical slit that split him in a single, furrowed line. From that slit, a blood-red dome appeared, lines of clear slick trickling from the expanding opening.
Within moments, a pulsating organ wetly extruded into the air, and everything inside her went blank.
His cock was brutal, warped, and profane. Even semi-erect as he was, the swelling bludgeon sagged between his legs, lewdly swaying as he leaned back in his seat. The crimson tip was blown wide, conjoined with two bulging sacs of the same color that hung below the underbelly of his shaft. From the bloated crown, thick ropes of engorged gray muscle twisted around each other to form the meaty stalk, the entire veined surface glistening with a translucent, slimy mucus.
His burning flesh was mere centimeters from her lips. The smell was a heady musk, pungent yet sweet. This close, she could see every bulging knot, see the scarlet ravine that ran the full length of the underside. Her tongue still remembered the texture of every ridge and treacherously flicked out to wet her lower lip.
As she stared, a drop of milky nectar pearled at the tip and clung to the flared vent. Her stomach seized even as twin lines of saliva began to leak from her mouth.
She darted forward, extending her tongue just below the ripening bead. The monster grunted, and the fat droplet fell on her tongue, the buttery discharge thick and savory.
Disgusting. Decadent.
She swallowed and bit back a moan. It was as delicious as she remembered. She wriggled her tongue deep into his dilated urethra, gathering more of the clotted cream. The tip of his cock was too wide to fit into her mouth, but it didn't stop her from trying. Another jet coated her tongue, and she moaned again, a flood of her own slick drenching her core and dripping onto the floor between her thighs. She gasped around the obstruction as heat built at her center, the intoxicating swell of need surging in her body and drowning out everything else. Her hand crept towards her cunt on its own, her tiny clit already peeking out in anticipation.
The dark-haired male laughed.
Laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
Insanity brimmed in his eyes as he took her in, a forked tongue coming out to curl around a fang.
"Libby… Libby… Libby." He shook his head. "What a good girl you've become. Look at you. Everything I'd envisioned and more." The smile that slowly crept across his face chilled her to the bone. "This suits you far better than all that righteous anger ever did. Considering what I've designed for you in the arena, you're going to need as much energy as you can get. So go on. Have your fill."
He regarded her with a predatory tilt of his head, his black sclera swallowing both of his glowing pupils entirely. Something in his demeanor had shifted. She didn't have the presence of mind or know him well enough to interpret it, but she felt it all the same.
That smile stayed on his face as his fingers drew forward and threaded together above his spread thighs. When he spoke next, the ground fell out from beneath her knees.
"Now. It's time to talk about what happened in the Underground." The darker male leaned forward, his reinforced leather pants creaking faintly. "Fen and I have discovered your little secret, Libby."
Oh god. They knew. Of course they knew. She was shaking, her eyes darting frantically between both males. It didn't matter if their original demand was twisted and depraved. They'd staked their claim over that part of her, and she'd let herself be used in a way they'd expressly forbidden.
The paler male gripped her throat and pulled her towards his glistening cock, squeezing her there until she was forced to open her mouth with a gasp. His incomprehensibly wide head shunted between her lips, and he used his hold on her neck to pleasure himself, maneuvering her however he wanted.
"I gave you explicit instructions. I even told you there would be consequences if you let someone else use the last decent hole you had left. We gave you the simplest objective, put you in the place with the least possible risk factors, and still you—" He bit off his last words and spat out a venomous curse. "I suppose what's done is done. I truly hope it was worth it. A price, however, is due. As punishment for your flagrant act of disobedience, I decided to make a few modifications to your trials."
Her jaw was unhinged to its limit, a third of his monstrous cock wedging deeper into her mouth. He forced it down her throat, not caring that he was making it impossible for her to breathe. His full lips pulled back from his teeth and revealed the two golden caps fitted over his fangs. He rumbled his approval when her esophagus gripped him, only to add to her misery by giving her cheek a series of stinging slaps the moment her watering eyes slid shut.
Her eyes instantly flew open, focusing until they took in his chilling expression.
"Keep your fucking eyes open when someone's speaking to you," he said, his voice dropping to a deadly register. He thrust deeper, cutting off her air until black spots danced across her vision.
"There was a limit to what I was going to put you through," the dark male continued, the row of silver piercings along his ears glinting in the burnished light. "However, that limit no longer exists. So when you're down there and pleading us for mercy, know that every degradation I've added to your performance is because you couldn't keep your legs closed."
She was already shaking her head, but she could hardly manage to breathe, let alone speak.
"Now then. Shall we begin?"
As if they'd been waiting for the command, the double doors at the other side of the pit opened with a groan so loud it could be heard over the raucous dinn of the audience. The man squeezing her throat shoved her off him, and she collapsed in a tangle of limbs onto the stone floor, the flowing panels of her sheer dress snaring around her legs.
The white-haired male stood, not bothering to stow his cock. He seized her by the back of her garment and hauled her around until she faced the chaos of the arena.
A wide, wooden platform was being rolled out by four brutes at each end. At its center, a strange apparatus rattled and shook, a crude construct of wood and nails. The girl did not know the name for it, but she knew who it was intended for.
The crowd started to cheer, and a chant roared through the arena.
'Meat, meat, meat!'
"If your ratings are high enough, who knows, you might just live long enough to see another day in our court," the fair one said from above. "Consider this your last chance to redeem yourself. If you manage to disappoint us again… well, let's just say you'll come to miss your days in the Underground."
She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. With a wretched cry, she tore her hand away from her weeping cunt, sickened to realize her fingers had been buried to the hilt since the moment she'd tasted the first drop of his semen. She clawed at her neck with her shorn nubs, a high keen building in her throat.
Unclean, filthy, revolting. Wrong.
Everything about this was wrong.
The girl fell to her hands and knees, the first spasm rolling through her middle as a wave of revulsion swelled in her gut. She shot forward, gripped the edges of a golden floor vase, and emptied the nonexistent contents of her stomach. She convulsed another time as she remembered how she'd lovingly laved her tongue between every wrinkled fold of skin that hung under the base of his shaft. Heaved again as she recalled how she'd rapturously sucked on the pouches below his cock until he'd spilled his seed into her desperate mouth.
'Meat, meat, meat!'
Without a word, the girl finally pushed to her feet, her body only swaying once.
Galen.
Fenrow.
That's right. These were the ones who had stolen her. The ones who had brought her to this terrible, revolting world. She didn't know if this was truly Hell, or the Underworld, or a dystopian dimension at the fringes of reality. It didn't matter.These sadistic brothers had taken everything from herand still demanded more. She still had no idea why she was here or what she could have done to deserve this wretched fate, but she had nothing. left. to. give.
Liquid fury exploded in her chest until her ribs burned with it. Her head snapped up, her amber eyes wild with rage, and a feral scream tore from her lips. She flung her arm out in front of her and levelled a shaking finger at one demon, then the other.
"YOU. SICK. FUCKING. BASTARDS! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE—
Tap.
Tap. Tap.
She choked on her next words, her breath freezing in her lungs.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her eyes darted to Galen. His freakish eyes were on her, an elegant finger tapping the wooden armrest of his chair. Her heart rate spiked with each punctuated strike, and her vision started to blur. She staggered back, barely managing to catch herself on one of the stone pillars.
No. No, she couldn't let them win. Her eyes darted from Galen's flinty eyes to Fenrow's fully-erect cock to the actual woodenstockade at the center of the arena. She'd already lost her pride, her dignity, and her freedom. She wouldn't let them take what little sanity she had left.
"It would appear that four months in the Underground wasn't enough time after all," Galen said to Fenrow with a frown.
"I wholeheartedly agree," Fenrow replied, staring down at her with an expression she couldn't read. His hand moved to grasp the base of his cock, his clawed fingers threading through the creased spurs at the base. "But in truth, it doesn't matter. All that defiance will be gone soon enough."
Tap.
Tap.
"Get on your knees, you insolent little slut," Galen said, twin white diamonds fixating on her face.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
A streak of white exploded behind her eyes, and her mind emptied. She fell back to her knees, her jaw going slack.
Everything faded to the background. The roar of the crowd became a dull ringing in her ears. The figures in front of her grew hazy, distant.
Only this time, before her fraying consciousness could scatter on the wind and dissipate, Libby latched onto what remained of her identity and clung to it with everything she had.