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The Abducted (VolyVolt and DonV)

VolyVolt

Banned
Banished
Joined
Apr 22, 2014
She knew that these were the final moments of her life. The room itself bore the unmistakable scent of death, rot and blood making her nose wrinkle in disgust. Average in size, torture chamber was fairly simple. Square-shaped, and large enough to fit both a 'bed' (more of a slab of steel than anything) and a single rack of instruments, it none the less fulfilled its purpose admirably.

To Len's own horror.

The steel walls were speckled with blood, and the bed that the girl herself was strapped onto held traces of crimson as well. Len had been strapped tightly onto it, her arms bound over her head. Her legs were in similar shape, dangling over the edge of the cold slab and strapped to the side. It was enough to make her stomach feel taught, and her attempts at struggling were met with naught. The girl was fairly average in appearance, in her late teens roughly. Long dark hair, not matted with grime, cushioned her body while the dim lights of the chamber showed her porcelain skin. Dark blue eyes, alight with fright, darted through the room. She, and several others, had been taken only a few days ago. The ship had arrived without warning, and despite her attempts the girl had been abducted as well. She'd been relegated, her meals naught more than stale rations. She'd been ignored by the guards, until now.

Forced out of cell just this morning, she'd been pushed into the torture room and stripped of everything but her underwear. Strapped down to the table, the girl couldn't do much but await her fate.

"Dammit." Her words were barely a hiss, teeth grit. She had to something, anything! But wh- "Huh?"

Her own thoughts would be interrupted as, up above, a speaker crackled to life. "Greetings, Subject #18." The words were metallic, artificial. "Due to a lack of any special traits, you have been selected to serve as an example to the rest of our captives. Please, turn your attention towards the tray besides you."

Example? What did that mean? Even so, she followed suit. Upon a simple metal tray was a small rack of tools, most meant for cutting. It was kind of hard not to notice, and yet the girl had to tried to keep herself from staring. Yet, now that she looked more closely, something caught her attention. Besides the various knives was a small jar of what almost seemed to be an ointment.

"In the next fives minutes, one of our own will enter the torture chamber. She will apply the chemical you see to your body. Said ointment will intensify any and all pain you feel. From there, she will make use of the various blades to begin the next part of the procedure." The metallic tone seemed to hesitate for a moment, as though to build up the 'drama'. "You will be disemboweled, slowly and most assuredly painfully. The procedure will be broadcasted to the rest of the captives, and your screams will serve as warning. Those who rebel will meet a similar fate."

"W-wait..." Fear creeped into her voice, eyes widening. "Y-You can't do this! You can't do this!"

The voice remained unfazed. "Goodbye, Subject #18." And with that, it crackled out of existence.
 
A woman entered, if she could be called that. She was a somewhat wolfish creature, very slender, nude as well, with eyes that showed something akin to hunger.
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Though she looked meant for four, she stood tall on two legs, slowly walking towards the girl. "Mmmm, I do so enjoy doing this." She chuckled, taking the ointment, rubbing it into the girl's skin. "Mmmm, do scream loudly for me, won't you dear?" She took a slender knife from the table, pushing it into the girl's flesh just below her ribs, running it down to her pelvis. "Ahhh, sweet, pure blood." She laughed, running a finger down the wound with agonizing results.
She made two further cuts, horizontally across the first, forming a bleeding "I" on her belly. "Now, this is the best part, so be loud!" She grinned, peeling her flesh and muscle open like the doors of a cupboard, showing her pulsing innards to the camera.
 
She could feel her heart pounding as the doors slid, eyes widening as the wolfish creature slowly approached. "P-please...." Her voice was barely above a whisper, features growing chalky as she watched the 'woman' pick up the knife. She squirmed as she felt the ointment be applied, rubbed deep into her belly. And then came the blade.

"Argh..." She tried to keep quiet, tried to keep herself from putting a show on for the came. Yet, as the knife sliced through her flesh, the pain was unimaginable. "Gah...ARGH...stop!" Tears stained her eyes, pale hands gripping at the edge of the table. "Stop, please!" It grew all the more intense as her stomach was pulled open like a door, head spinning. For a moment, she thought she would pass out.
 
"Oh no you don't..." She hissed, pulling a needle and injecting the girl. "I know that look, can't have a show if you're unconcious." The shot seemed to be adrenaline, pumping through her veins now. "Now then, we don't need a big mess.." She took some sort of thread, moving into the young woman's belly, tying off the passages above and below her stomach, cutting beyond the ties to remove it. "Don't need you having a gut full of acid, much too fast a death."
 
The needle sent a jolt, and for better or for worse the fog that had been settling upon her mind vanished within an instant. "Dammit..." Even though the cutting had stopped, the pain was all too apparent. "You can stop this, you know." Her words were weak, barely more than a whisper. "I can do anything...anything."
 
She laughed. "Oh yes, you will dear, but we need most of these biological things out of the way first." She slowly began to remove her intestines, cutting the connective tissue and letting them trail off the table. "Now, beg louder, let them all hear it."
 
"Go to hell." She could feel what remained of her stomach churning as she felt the alien reach in deep, pulling the intestines without even a hint of hesitation it seemed. Her own face was a ghastly white, knuckles trembling as they gripped at the edge of the table. No more begging...no more begging...she wouldn't give this bitch the satisfaction. Yet...

"Ugh..." Another sharp gasp, teeth nearly grinding together. "I swear...I'll...I'll..."
 
She smirked, suddenly tearing a portion out, letting the connecting tissue rip and snap, watching her reaction to the incredible pain, her eyes gleaming almost lustfully. "You'll what dear? Die early?" She laughed.
 
"...kill...you..." She'd squirm once as the woman's hands dove deep, chest rising and falling as the girl's heart continued to struggle at keep her alive. The pain was starting to become too much, and though she tried to squirm Len knew that the clock was ticking.
 
She smiled, fully removing her intestines. "My dear, when you do return, you'll adore me more than your own mother." She laughed, pulling the girl's kidneys and her liver out next.
 
"Wh...what?" Her words were breathless, the girl's body squirming as the woman's hands worked through her. "What are you...talking about...?" She was almost gone. It wouldn't be much longer until Len's life sputtered to an end.
 
She trailed her fingers through the girl's empty belly. "Youll see soon, but for now." She slid her hand into the girl's chest, fingers wrapping around Len's heart.
 
As the hand tightened around her heart, the girl would barely even utter a sound. Letting out one final tremble, the lest vestiges of life slipped from the girl's broken form.

(Going to move onto the next captive, if that works for you!)
 
Hours would pass, the captives left with only their thoughts for company. For most, the video of the young lady slowly having belly sliced open had left a noticeable mental scar. They knew how depraved their captives truly were now, and that even if they showed the slightest bit of rebellion they would be met with a similar face.

Alice Ducain was the first in line. A young girl, a college student before her own abduction, the woman was hardly difficult on the eyes. Toned flesh, lean with muscle from years spent on the swim team. Her dark auburn was neatly cut, trailing down to just below her jawbone. Most of the shine had long since left however, wayward strands sticking out. Dark green eyes, wracked with bags, did little more than focus on the door above. Having been stripped down to her underwear, just like Len, the room she'd been trapped was a fair bit different than the torture chamber from before. Water filled it, a good four feet. It was enough to go just up to the girl's chest, Alice's own hands bound to a chain upon the wall. Hanging like a piece of meat, the girl could do little more than kick her legs in waters below.

The entrance to the chamber was in the ceiling, a small hatch with a ladder leading downwards.
 
Something dark moved and slithered into the room, only a shadowy outline visible in the water below her. Slender grey tentacles slithered over her skin, feeling and caressing over her body, as if the creature were a blind man feeling over somebody's face. They slithered down, pulling her underwear with them, rubbing smoothly over her sex. Three thicker tentacles slid into view, their white covering sliding back like a sheath, revealing three thick, slimy, pitch black cocks, adorned with thick bumps.
 
"Ah...what..what the hell!?" The girl squirmed as she felt the tentacles moving over her skin, teeth gritting as they descended lower. Body growing warm as they grew closer and closer to her sex, she could do little more than squirm. "S-stop!"
 
Only one moved at first, slithering down to thrust up into her pussy, the slick black length stretching her, but moving quite easily.
 
"Oh...oh god..." Her words wore barely a hiss, and yet the pleasure that soaked her tone was near palpable. Body quivering as the single tentacle dove deeper, her breathing intensified. "S...stop..." Forcing her body to move, to push back against the wave of pleasure coursing through her, she thrashed her legs forward in an attempt to hit whatever creature had come upon her.
 
A second tendril, just as slimy, jsut as thick, pressed against her tight virgin ass, easily pushing into her body, thrusting back and forth between both of her holes.
 
Her body shook as the second trendril inserted itself, face a bright red as she felt herself growing wetter and wetter by the second. She vicious kicks were slowly dying down, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to keep her breathing in check. Alice knew that she should've been disgusted by what was going on, and she had been. Yet, as the seconds passed, she could feel herself growing more and more...into what was going on.
 
The two tendrils slitered into her pussy and her ass with vigor, alternating their smooth, slick thrusts. The last tentacle moved up to her mouth, pressing against her lips, a sweet, musky scent invading the young woman's nostrils.
 
Her struggling had already begun to cease, and the tentacle that caressed her lips was but the clincher. The aromatic scent coursed through her body, eyes weakening as her body slackened. "Oh..."
 
The tentacle slid into her mouth, aiming to muffle her. The reason became apparent as the others thrust deeper, one pushing through her cervix, up into her womb.
 
"Mmmph!" Life returned to her body, though her struggling was still incredibly weak. She could only wonder what it was trying to do, why they were making her do this. "Mm...mmph..."
 
The tentacles throbbed in unison, two spurting thick slime. The third, in her womb, pumped out a small number of eggs, which clung to her inner walls.
 
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