Untitled
Focus: Ruth/May
One-shot
Rated M
"Did we...did we lose them?"
Ruth's breath hitched, she was panting heavily from running.
"How the fuck should I know," May snapped back, "Look for yourself."
She wasn't out of breath in the slightest. She didn't need to breathe, had no need to sweat or pant. Being undead had that effect on you. She could still keep running, and the fear curling around inside her was telling her this was the best possible idea. Keep running, get the fuck out of this hellhole with Kitty...and fuck, with Ruth too. Annoying little goth-bitch that she was, she had helped them get this far.
Hikaru flipped his immaculate hair back in a smooth practiced motion. Even though there was the slight sheen of perspiration, whether from fear or exertion May couldn't tell, he still looked calm and in control of the situation. "I'll check,"
He peeked around the corner of the alley they had run into, "...shit, they're still coming."
"Fuck..." Ruth panted, "...we...should keep...running..."
Cruel whoops and howls approaching from the distance. Their pursuers. They hadn't stopped the ritual in time and something...else had come through. Ruth's memory was obscured by the cloud of terror that still wrapped around her mind, compelling her cramping, exhausted legs to go further. They needed to get out of town. The rest of the pack, fallen? Dead? Worse? Somehow, the ritual had cast a cloud over the entire city, severing her connection with the moon. She could no longer draw on the strength of fluid transformation that it gave her. She had to get out of town, and she had to do it with the limitations of her human form.
May looked at Ruth with a combination of pity and disgust. She was supposed to be a vicious warrior, a terror that hunted and howled in the night. Now, cut off from her precious shapeshifting ability, she was an exhausted, cowering little goth, her pretty little bob of raven-hair plastered with sweat. At least Kitty could take care of himself even when he was restricted to just a human body.
"You gits comin' or not?" Ruth barked, her British accent growing stronger through the fear and anger. She was already nearly at the other end of the alley. May was just re-thinking her initial impression that Ruth was nothing but a scared little girl when she saw the shadowy figures coming into the other end of the alley, behind Ruth.
Ruth turned just in time to see the huge, meaty fist heading towards her, but not in time to do anything about it. She made a hoarse 'whoof' as the wind was firmly driven out of her. Doubling over and gagging, Ruth could do nothing as she saw the booted foot heading towards her chin.
May saw the little girl launched back into the alley. She drew her sais, giving an ear-splitting scream as she charged forward at the three figures standing behind the collapsed Ruth. She had made it all of two steps before the world seemed to explode around her. Someone had struck her, full force on the back of her skull with a steel baseball bat. The blow knocked her temporarily senseless, her entire body going slack and collapsing, dropping her weapons.
For another few seconds she twitched about, blinking wildly, trying to clear the stars from her vision, trying to regain control of her muscles. One hand managed to push her slightly off the dusty alley floor. The other felt the back of her head, sticky blood, and the bone beneath didn't feel right at all. May looked over at Ruth, who was still coughing and gagging, curled up in a fetal position. One of the men, a huge, disgusting specimen walked over to her. Six feet of fat, grease and muscle with patchy, stubbly hair, missing teeth, and a filthy grin. He delivered another kick to Ruth's gut, and then a third, this one aimed at her lower back, his boot connecting with the dull crack of breaking ribs.
May forced herself up to her knees, hands rubbing across the pavement, broken glass, seeking out her dropped sais. She was struck from behind again with the bat, this time in her upper back. She began to collapse forward, but was brought to a painful halt as someone grabbed onto her hair, pitch black with dyed-white bangs, and yanked her back up. A thick, dirty, calloused hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her off the ground as she once again twitched about, trying to find her muscles. "Looking for these, bitch?" a gravelly voice taunted.
May saw her sais waved back and forth in front of her face. "Here," he continued, this one just as big as the one who was kicking Ruth, but more solidly built, with a thick beard caked with what May truly hoped was just food, "Why don't you have them back?"
May's arms were yanked cruelly above her head and her small frame was lifted further off the ground and slammed against the brick wall. Pain flared as the man effortlessly drove both sais through her forearms, pinning them to the wall and leaving her hanging helplessly. "There we go, now be a good girl and watch, it will be educational."
May found the strength to spit in the man's general direction and pushed off the wall with one foot to deliver a rather weak kick with the other. The man responded by driving a fist into her exposed, flat pale abdomen. May gasped in her own agony, even if she didn't need to breath. Her body wanted to curl in on itself, but hung up as she was, she didn't have the strength to.
Ruth's short hair was grabbed and her own petite form yanked mercilessly backwards. Her ribs ground against one another, threatening to send her into unconsciousness from the pain. Her hair was yanked again, stopping her head from drooping forward, "Y'better sit yerself up an' watch y'little cunt," the fat man said in a thick syrupy voice, "Y'gonna see sumthin' yer never gon' ferget!"
Ruth saw May hanging on the wall, her own sais driven through her forearms, pinned above her head, and straight into the brickwork of the building itself. Her legs dangled nervelessly nearly three feet from the ground. Beside her, someone only slightly less ugly than the man holding Ruth down in his lap stood. The man was idly tracing a dagger across May's pale belly, reveal as her vinyl shirt rode up. "Hey, cunt!" The fat man holding onto Ruth slapped her across the cheek, drawing blood, "Y'all get plenty o'time to stare atchee girlfriend later, take a'look atcher faggot friend o'er there!"
Hikaru was surrounded. Four more assailants whooped and hollered happily as they kept just out of reach of the sword he had pulled out. One unlucky one lay crumpled in a spreading pool of his own blood. "Hikaru," a rasping whisper gasped. It took Ruth a moment to realize it was her own voice.
"Kitty!" May coughed, a small stream of blood dribbling down her chin.
"Hey, Bruce, why don't we give the faggot a show," the bearded man growled, "Show him how real men act!"
"Damn tootin'," The fat one replied, and Ruth found her chest roughly grabbed and fondled, "...Show these little goth sluts a real good time!"
Ruth feebly brought her hands up, trying to stop the molestation even as one of the straps on her black tank-top snapped off. Immediately one thick arm wrapped around her, pinning her arms at her sides. The fat man squeezed her neck with his other hand and Ruth's protesting cry was cut off in a sharp, dying whistle of choked off breath. "Ye best be a good girl," he growled in her ear, a gust of foul breath blowing through her hair, "Or ye ain't gon' be alive t'see the main show."
Ruth's struggles slowed as sound became tinny in her ears. The fat man grunted happily, obviously enjoying the ability to bring her so close to death. He licked her milky cheek, his thick, rasping tongue leaving a trail of spittle flecked with chewing tobacco behind, "There's a good girl."
May's attention was split between Ruth and Hikaru. She didn't even notice the knife moving upward, slicing easily and smoothly through the vinyl, until the cold air hit her exposed chest. She looked down to see her breasts, pale in the night, jutting outward. The bearded man gave an appreciative chuckle, running a hand over them. The hand slid downward, over her belly, towards her tight leather pants, fumbling with the clasp of her belt. "I'll fucking kill you, you dirty, dickless hippy," May spat, twitching her hips back and forth to keep away from his roving hands.
A second later the dagger was pressed against her throat, "Watch your mouth when you're around a real man, bitch. I heard you undead whores can still live after your heads are cut off. So you either keep that pretty little mouth closed until you're told to open it, or I'll see if it's true, slice off your head, and give you a deep-throating from the other direction."
The other free hand was busy rubbing around May's upper thighs, squeezing and massaging as if testing the firmness of a slab of meat. His hand moved upward, a yellow-toothed grin peeked out from beneath the scraggly beard as he roughly grabbed May's crotch, relishing the look of utter disgust, revulsion and hatred she gave him.
A low rumble caused a fine layer of dust to separate from the walls of the alley. The fat man, Bruce, and the bearded man looked up. Hikaru was going berserk with anger at this point and had managed to drop another of his assailants. Bruce looked up from his molestation of Ruth, her tank-top was torn, nearly falling off, one breast revealed to the night. "Well shucks, Carl, looks like the big show's starting already," He reached down and gave Ruth's crotch a rough squeeze, eliciting a cry of pain and shock from her, "A pity, I would have had fun stretching that tight little cunt myself."
The rumbling sound increased. As it did, Hikaru's three remaining assailants backed off, the grins never leaving their faces. Without hesitation Hikaru turned to face Ruth and May. He stepped forward, so focused in his rage he didn't even notice the asphalt cracking open behind him, the thing that was coming out of it. "Let them go now you fu..."
Hikaru's voice was cut off with a gasp as his forward momentum came to a sudden stop, "Well lookee' here, look's like fag-boy's got 'imself a new friend!" Bruce said with a grotesque high pitched laugh.
Hikaru's face went slightly paler and he gave a small cough, flecks of blood splattering his lips. His sword hit the pavement with a dull clang and he looked down. Like some hideous tropical flower, a barb-covered tentacle blossomed from his chest, coated in his own blood and torn fragments of his flesh, bones, clothes and innards. The tentacle lifted, Hikaru's feet left the ground. Several more tentacles curled around him, wrapping almost tenderly around his arms, legs and waist. May suddenly realized that the steady spattering noise she was hearing was the sound of Hikaru's blood and fragments of his internal organs falling to the ground beneath him.
Kitty's eyes, now paler than before, life quickly ebbing from them, met May's, "M...May...I'm..."
The tentacles and assorted deformed limbs wrapped around Hikaru suddenly went taut. With the singular sound of shredded flesh and grinding bone, he was torn into six separate pieces and flung unceremoniously around the alley. The thing crouched behind him filled the entire mouth of the alley. A blasphemous conglomeration of tentacles, organs, limbs and mouths, all writhing and pulsating, bleating with unnatural hunger and desire.
May's face was splattered with several small pieces of Hikaru's body. "Kitty!" She screamed, a broken, desperate cry as her former lover's blood ran down her face.
"Hikaru!" Ruth cried out in tandem, struggling with renewed vigor, driven into a frenzy by the sudden, messy death of the only man she could actually muster love for.
The two men struggled to hold them down, but the women were beyond reason by this point, thrashing about violently with no regard to their own safety, driven into a temporary madness by what they saw. "Fuck this!" Carl shouted, "Just let the thing have them!"
With that Carl yanked the sais out of the wall, dropping May to the ground. May was back on her feet in a second, planting a firm kick into Carl's stomach, driving the wind from him. Ruth, by this time, had worked and arm loose and delivered a vicious elbow to Bruce's cranium, staggering the fat hick. The two, working as one, turned their attention away from the two cursing men and looked about desperately, insanely. Trying to find some way to deny the situation, deny that the alley they were in was coated in pieces of what had once been Hikaru.
The hesitation on their part was all that was needed. May felt a cold, wet sensation around her wrist. She looked down to see a pulsating tentacle wrapped around it. "Shit!" She tried to reach for her sai but was yanked back before she could. "Ruth! Run before it gets you!"
But she saw it was already too late. Ruth had fallen to the ground, a tentacle wrapped firmly around her ankles. The unholy creature lifted both of them from the ground, attaching more tentacles to each until both no longer had any limbs free. Ruth and May struggled fiercely as the creature held them both aloft, but the thing was easily many times stronger than the both of them.
"Oh hurry up and do it you fucking bastard!" Ruth spat, "Just kill us like you did Hikaru!"
The tentacles tightened, causing grunts of pain from both of them as the creature brought them in closer. But instead of tearing them to pieces, the two girls were simply held aloft. One of the creatures many mouthlike orifices opened, and something the bore a passing resemblance to a tongue extended outwards. May squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away in disgust as the appendage slid across her cheek. It did the same thing to Ruth, then withdrew again, apparently satisfied with tasting them.
More mouths opened in the creature's body, revealing even more tentacles. These ones were different. The ones that held Ruth and May immobilized were thick, muscular abominations, ridged with pulsating veins and many dotted with cruel barbs. These new ones were thinner, pink, much more dextrous, curling sinuously about. And each was tipped with a mouth the size of a golf-ball, opening to reveal row upon row of razor-sharp teeth. They wasted no time, extending greedily towards the two helplessly entangled females.
May was convinced they were going to be devoured, ripped slowly to shreds by those hungry, tiny maws. She gave a cry of shock when, instead of tearing into her flesh, the tentacles started wrapping into her clothes, the teeth biting and ripping through the fabric, removing her garments in small pieces. Her leather pants were a bit more difficult, yet the appendages worked with a tireless fury, May's arms and legs pulled taut, unable to move except in the smallest, most inconsequential fashions as the teeth cut slowly yet surely through her her pant. Once they were gone, the boots were quickly devoured, and her black lace panties easily ripped away in several small pieces. The dim twilight revealed her pale, cleanly shaven pubic mound.
May looked up to see Ruth furiously blushing, her clothes had posed even less of an obstacle than May's. The way the tentacles held them meant the two girls were forced to face each other. May couldn't help but notice that Ruth's own crotch, while not completely shaved, was very precisely trimmed, only a tiny patch of soft, tufted black fur, teasing at what lay beneath. The smaller tentacles ran over both their bodies, twisting around them, exploring, occasionally nipping ever so slightly, never enough to draw blood, but enough to cause small cries of pain from the two of them.
Ruth was so absorbed in her own world of revulsion, trying helplessly to twist her nude, restrained body away from the roving, cold tentacles, that she also didn't see the larger pair of tentacles slowly rising behind May's struggling form. The smaller tentacles withdrew suddenly, as if their purpose was served. Ruth saw the look of uncomprehending fright on May's face and realized the vampire was actually looking over her shoulder. "Is it..." Ruth quavered, "Is it behind me t..."
A sharp, piercing pain exploded in Ruth's back just as she saw the two tentacles behind May dart downward. Before the pain overcame her, she noticed they both ended in sharp black points, dripping some sort of thick, translucent fluid. Ruth and May screamed out loud as each was pierced by the tentacles in their back. They thrashed back and forth violently. Still held firmly by the tentacles, it was all they could do. Ruth cried out, feeling a cold numbness spreading from the pierced spots in her back. She screamed a second time, creating a harmony with May.
The third time, she wasn't able to scream, and only a low moan escaped her. She could feel it, the spreading coldness within her. She somehow knew that the things her her back were pumping some sort of fluid inside her. Her skin crawled at the thought of what could possibly being injected into her. She tried to thrash harder, but the coldness in her limbs seemed to sap her strength. She saw May's head sagging forward slightly and realized the same must be happening to her as well. Amidst the crawling revulsion there was a rush of humiliation, forced to look at each other and see exactly what they were experiencing in the other's eyes.
The two girls' struggles slowly. Formerly thrashing about with the strength and fury of wildcats, the toxin inside them sapped their strength, their thrashes turned into weakened twistings and turns. Their defiant screams into pitiful moans. Their glaring eyes and gritted teeth into sagging heads, eyelids drooping slightly, willpower and spirit slowly being drained by the icy coldness being pumped through their veins.
Ruth could see it as well, in her own body and in May's. The liquid being forced through their bodies, drugging them, seemed to make their skin even paler and slightly translucent, clearly showing blood-vessels beneath, turned black by the poison circulating through their systems.
Without warning, the tentacles holding them up went slack, dropping the two females gently onto the ground. May half collapsed forward, while Ruth was only able to stay on her hands and knees using all her remaining strength. She tried to crawl away, but her body shivered and nearly collapsed with the effort. The two tentacles still remained implanted in her back, still pumping whatever that substance was through her. She could feel them shift every time she moved, shifting under as well as on top of her skin. She could see them implanted in May's back as well, like some sort of grotesque leash, keeping them attached to the monstrosity squatting in the alley with them. Ruth allowed herself to fall next to May, her hand weakly seeking the others. May wasn't a large person, but compared to Ruth's tiny, petite, frail looking body, she seemed well formed. Her full breasts contrasting with Ruth's much smaller chest as the two lay shivering together in the dark alley, trying fruitlessly to find warmth among each other.
Ruth felt something slithering up her body. Another tentacle. This one had a gaping mouth on the end of it, drooling some sort of clear, mucous-like fluid. It was heading towards Ruth's face, she saw another also heading towards May. "N...no," May managed to say, weakly lifting an arm to try and hold the thing back. It easily pushed past these token protests. May tried to back up, collapsing backwards as Ruth felt her own tentacle extending past her neck, towards her mouth. "Ruth..." May mumbled, "Ru...mmph!"
May's eyes, drugged as she was, widened in fear as the tentacle pressed itself over her mouth. She reached up with what little strength she had and grabbed it, trying to pull it out as the clear fluid dribbled out the sides of her lips. Muffled gagging noises escaped from beneath the muzzle as the tentacle flattened further, covering May's nose as well.
Ruth tried to cry out, but was interrupted as her own tentacle smashed itself against her face, covering her mouth and nose. It was grotesquely soft and cold, and the mucous-substance formed a sort of seal. Ruth felt something extend inward in her mouth, something from within the tentacle. It was soft and stretchy, yet too hard to bite down on even if she weren't in such a drugged state. She felt it dribbling more of the sickly-sweet tasting mucous inside her mouth, on her tongue with was forced down, and down her throat.
The thing breathed into her, Ruth felt her lungs expanding against her will as the creature pumped some sort of gas into her. Just as fast the air was sucked out, then forced in again. Ruth tried to regulate her own breathing, but the expansions and contractions of the creature were far too strong for her, she was helplessly forced to breathe by the monstrosity, slowly, inhaling and exhaling, her lungs being raped by whatever gas was being pumped into her.
Ruth felt slightly dizzy and disoriented, the gas was obviously another drug of some sort. She say May laying against the alley wall, arms splayed limply at her sides, eyes rolling back into her head as her chest raised and lowered with each forced breath. Ruth own hands, formerly weakly trying to wrestle the thing off her face, fell limply to her side. She then felt the tentacle curling around her leg.
Despite the drugging gas and whatever fluid was being injected into her back, Ruth somehow found the strength to feebly protest this new tentacle's progress up her leg. She somehow knew where it was going, there was a limited number of holes on her body. The dizziness and strange feeling of warmth the gas was making her feel, though, made her protests a pathetic token effort at best. She felt the cold, wet appendage sliding up her inner thigh. Her last coherent thought was a certainty that something that big would not be able to fit inside her.
Then Ruth's world exploded in pain once again.
Muffled screams found their way around the edges of the tentacle sealed around her mouth as the new appendage forced its was inside her body, the the region between her legs. Her body twitched violently as, once inside, the tentacle inflated, expanding to anchor itself within her, and beginning to pulse as if it had a heartbeat of its own. Ruth's bare legs scrabbled fruitlessly against the pavement, seeking purchase that was not the. Dimly she saw May writhing about, being violated in much the same fashion.
The thing inside her pulsed again, seeming to grow even larger. Ruth's eyes rolled about madly, wondering how she could even take this much inside her without splitting. The tentacle pulsed again, shifting about slightly as Ruth struggled. Ruth gave a sudden shiver, though not from the cold. The tentacle in her mouth continued expanding and contracting, forcing its mixture of oxygen and some other unknown gas in her. This other gas was some sort of drug, it was doing something to her body. Ruth realized with fright what it was doing.
The tentacle deep inside her womb pulsated again and Ruth gave another shiver, stronger this time. Her drugged struggles became a little more violent as more helpless, muffled screams came from her. They were shivers of pleasure. Another pulse and Ruth's struggles stopped for a second as her body stiffened. She tried desperately to remain focused, but the gas was a fog in her mind, distracting her thoughts, making easier each time the appendage raping her vibrated for those insidious worms of pleasure to work their way in further.
The vibrations came more often now, more insistent. Ruth tried to struggle, tried to fight it. But now every time the vibration came her body froze, and each time it froze for longer. The muffled screams had long given way to helpless moans. Some distant part of her saw May suffering the same torture, but even that was wiped away with the next vibration.
By now Ruth was unable to even claw at the tentacles inside her. The one in her mouth, the two in her back, the one deep within her now helplessly soaked crotch. Each vibration caused her body to twitch in helpless, writhing pleasure, each one coming closer together, one after the other. Ruth knew it was coming, knew there was nothing she could do to stop it, yet feebly tried to fight it anyways.
Ruth's fingernails clawed against the pavement as her back arched and her body was wracked with a helpless forced orgasm. She thrashed back and forth once again, but this time on in an attempt to escape, but rather in the throes of helpless ecstasy. Her violently struggling body collided with May's, riding the wave of her own orgasm.
As the two bodies stopped twitching, more tentacles extended, wrapping around both, pressing the two bodies together. Ruth made the mistake of thinking it was over, but the huge object inside her began vibrating again. She felt May's midsection also quiver, and knew that the same was happening to her. Soon the twinges of pleasure returned. This time, even faster than before, the twitches, now restrained by a cocoon of tentacles, mounted to a second orgasm. This one in tune with May's own. Within their bondage, the two girls' bodies ground together, harmonizing in their pleasure.
By the third orgasm, the two's close proximity had worn down their resistance all that much faster. And still the vibrations returned. The torture continued, exhaustion and repeated waves of pleasure quickly wearing down the last defenses in Ruth and May's minds. By now most rational thought had left them, and they now only wanted the next orgasm, their bodies openly welcoming it instead of fighting it. It was what the creature was waiting for. The tentacles began putting more into their bodies, a deep corruption that could only take root if it was openly invited. Rendered mindless and helpless by pleasure, Ruth and May greedily accepted it, taking it deep into themselves, shuddering and crying with one final, shattering orgasm.
It might have been minutes or hours later, when Ruth and May somehow found the strength to wake up and push themselves up to their knees. They looked each other over, noting the paler skin, the deep veins, black with an unknown ichor, the many new scars and burning marks, the eyes, now dark, the light of sanity long fled, and something else taking residence instead. They were changed, irrevocably, helplessly, and they somehow knew it.
"Whooo-eee, Carl, look what we got here!"
"Looks like they might come to see things our way after all."
Ruth and May looked up at the two disgusting figures walking towards them in the alley. Bruce looked them both up and down, blatantly ogling their nude, shapely forms. Carl rumbled with laughter, "So, what do you two sluts say to coming with us and finding out about your new lives?"
Ruth and May looked at eachother. Without saying a word, the both turned and bent forward, kissing the feet of the two men that stood in front of them. "Mmm, I think that's a yes, don't you Bruce?"
"We gon' have ourselves ah party tonight!" Bruce whooped as the two girls followed them back out the alley on their hands and knees, heads hung down to the ground in submission, eyes now shadowed with a darkness nestled deep within them.
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