Warning: This chapter contains extreme violence, graphic sexual assault, and disturbing content that may be triggering or upsetting. Readers who don't want to see brutal cruelty, please skip it.
Don't blame me later.
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He stretched her legs too much as if they were a distraction; her legs made almost 180° angle.
It made her scream wide, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
His action allowed him to pound deeper with his twin Dick. But it was bad news for the lady...she felt more pain...
She wasn't sure why it was happening to her...what she was doing here... nothing.
All that mattered to her was her torn holes and the time when the torment would stop...
Time stretched, but it felt like an eternity to her.
The healer fucked and fucked her while her torment-filled cries reverted throughout the room.
"Stopppp..... please....ahhhh...ahh... no more...nooo....."
A trickle of blood seeped from her wrecked holes, but the damage was more than blood—it was the pulping of her insides, the ruin of her body.
He wasn't done. He pulled out, only to jam his fist into her ravaged asshole, twisting it viciously.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....."
The new violation stretched her beyond breaking, her insides churning into a pulpy mess. She felt her pelvic bones strain, the agony so intense she choked on her scream. He shoved deeper, knuckles grinding against her torn walls, forcing more filth to shift in her destroyed passage. Her vagina, left gaping, pulsed with fresh tears, the tissue shredded into ribbons, no longer human.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOO! I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEEEEEASE!" Her voice cracked, her screams endless, each one weaker as her strength faded. The pain was everything, a relentless storm of fire and ruin. He twisted his fist again, then yanked it out, only to slam both dicks back into her combined, obliterated holes, pounding with such force her body jolted, skin splitting where the ropes cut in.
Her screams faded to whimpers, her vision darkening. Her body, a broken husk, could take no more. Her holes were a grotesque, pulsating crater, leaking only a faint trace of blood. Darkness swallowed her, and she collapsed, unconscious, beside her sister.
The sisters were broken—pussies and asses shredded, bruised, leaking everything, their bodies limp, faces streaked with tears and sweat. The room was quiet now, except for the faint drip of liquid hitting the floor, a sound that burrowed into Joana's skull. She thought it was over, her own breath ragged, her legs trembling, ready to collapse.
But the healer wasn't finished. He turned to his leather bag, rummaging with slow, deliberate hands, and pulled out a small jar filled with a thick, grayish paste that shimmered faintly in the lamplight. It looked wrong, like something alive, its surface slick and oily. The sisters were unconscious, their bodies slumped, their holes gaping—pussies and assholes torn open, bleeding, swollen, no resistance left. He scooped a handful of the paste, his fingers dripping with it, and moved to the first sister.
He spread her ass cheeks wide, her pussy and asshole a wreck—red, raw trenches, the skin around them torn and bleeding, leaking blood and liquid in slow, glistening streams. He shoved his hand into her pussy first, his fingers sinking deep, Eventually taking the whole hand inside. The paste smeared across her torn walls.
She twitched, a faint whimper escaping her unconscious lips, "Ohhh…" Her pussy stretched around his hand, the paste coating every inch, seeping into the tears and cuts, filling her cunt until it was packed, the grayish stuff oozing out around his wrist.
He pulled out, blood and paste mixing, and moved to her asshole, shoving his hand in deep, the paste smearing her shredded walls, filling her gaping hole until it spilled over, dripping down her thighs. Her ass twitched, her body jerking faintly, but she stayed unconscious, her holes stuffed with the strange paste, no fight left.
He moved to the second sister, scooping another handful of the paste. Her pussy and asshole were just as ruined—gaping, bleeding trenches, the skin torn and swollen, leaking blood and liquid in weak, pathetic streams.
He spread her cheeks wide and shoved his hand into her pussy; his Whole hand sunk deep; the paste coated her torn walls and sealed into every cut and tear.
She moaned faintly, "Nngh…" her body twitched, her cunt stretching around his hand as he filled it, the paste oozing out, mixing with blood and liquid. He pulled out and moved to her asshole, shoving his hand in deep, the paste smearing her shredded walls, filling her gaping hole until it spilled over, dripping down her thighs. Her ass jerked, a faint whimper escaping her, "Ohhh…" but she stayed unconscious, her holes packed with the grayish stuff, no resistance left.
He stepped back, his hands dripping with paste and blood, and looked at the sisters—their bodies limp, their pussies and assholes stuffed with the strange paste, leaking blood and liquid in slow, glistening streams. Their asses twitched faintly, the last of their torment fading into silence.
Their bodies quivered, tied to the couch, holes gaping and filled, utterly wrecked from his merciless onslaught. He leaned close, his voice a low, mocking sneer. "As I said at the start, nothing will happen to your holes—they'll be fine.
With this medicine paste, they'll tighten like a virgin's, and you'll beg me to fuck you again, just like today."
Without a glance back, he rose and strode away, their faint whimpers fading behind him as his footsteps dissolved into the dark.
Joana stumbled back from the window, her legs buckling, her breath ragged. Her head was a storm—sickness, horror, a dark heat she couldn't shake. This wasn't lust, wasn't even close. It was cruelty, raw and merciless, a nightmare she'd watched unfold, her eye glued to the hole like it owned her soul.
The sisters' screams and their broken whimpers echoed in her skull, mixing with the image of their torn, bleeding holes, stuffed with that eerie paste. She turned and ran, the alley swallowing her steps, her cloak trailing behind her. The darkness closed in, but it couldn't drown out what she'd seen, what she'd carry forever—a secret too heavy, too vile, to ever let go.