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“Gah! Shut the fuck up!” A strong, burly leg kicks and stomps at a lean, but otherwise fragile body. Rafayel lets out an audible yelp, arms instinctively coming up to protect his face. “I swear, beating people up is so damn tiring! I tell ya!”
Rafayel let out a hiss, casting an angry expression at these three, horrid men. The ocean blue of his eye completely takes over the reddish pink. Yet, this pathetic display of bravery only makes the men snort. “What? A trashbag like you still has the balls to defy us?” One of them grins sadistically.
One of the men kick Rafayel’s legs open, who in turn lets out a startled whimper. He looks down, before this, he had his pants on, but right now, the fabric had just been slashed into patches with one of the men’s switchblades. “But hey, judgin’ by this cunt between ya legs, it don’t seem like you have any!”
Rafayel scoffed, turning his head away. An insult like that didn’t even hurt him.
The man with the cap on his head chortled, pulling something from his pocket, “Hey, I know how to get a trashbag like him apologizing! Just look what I got.”
In the man’s calloused grip, he holds a water bottle. It is quite big, and inside..
Rafayel’s eyes widen, saliva sticks inside his throat, and he gasped.
Ugly, brown cockroaches squirm inside the bottle, they like on top of each other. Their antennas twitch, their thin limbs twitch and move around, their fine wings flutter, and Rafayel feels dread pool in his lower belly. Just what are they going to do with those critters?
The man’s friends make audible displays of disgust and playfulness, “Eww, dude! What are ya going to do with those things?” This is Rafayel’s question exactly.
Then, as if literal cockroaches in a plastic water bottle couldn’t get any worse, the man in the cap pulls out another thing. This time, it is silver, it looks like stainless steel. A violet brow is raised, and Rafayel’s eyes narrow. Is that a speculum? To be more specific, a vaginal speculum?
Suddenly, he remembers it, and the dread continues to pile on.
Rafayel has a vagina, he’s lived with this knowledge, and honestly? He cannot care less, but as he stares upon this medical instrument in a situation that doesn’t require medical stuff, he is starting wish he had a penis instead.
He lets out a grunt as one of the men wearing glasses grabs his ankles, and pulls his lower-half up, he is folded in half like a lawn chair, and his pussy faces the sky. “Hey! What are you doing!?” Rafayel manages, this only gets him a kick to the side, the purple haired man lets out a yelp at the sudden hit.
With his cunt high in the air, he could only watch helplessly as one of the men places the speculum at his opening and leaves it there. He squirms visibly, lips quivering, the feeling is strange, it is somewhat sharp — of course, since it would be, since it is stainless steel and he is completely unprepared for this. Then, one of the men raises his palm in what seems to be a slap, Rafayel breaks down completely.
“No! Don’t! Don’t do this to me! Please..!”
He begs and babbles, legs kicking up and trying to dislodge the speculum that sits on his pussy, but his legs are held open by another man, he lets out a horrified “please“ or “no” Rafayel’s gaze fills over with the ocean that he so loves. Watery, bubbly tears fall down flushed, sweating cheeks, eventually, they form into ivory pearls.
The man’s hand comes down fully, and slams the speculum inside his unprepared hole.
“Aaaaah!” He screams, the sound shakes out through his core. It hurts, without any lube at all, Rafayel begins to bleed from his cunt, the stainless steel might’ve grazed his walls. The man then cruelly opens the speculum inside him, and Rafayel wails further.
“Ueghh, the inside of his pussy is kinda gross!” The man in the cap feigns a gag, from their view, they can see a pretty shade of red, and the plumpness of the cervix. “Damn! So desperate for some cockroaches inside ya cunt, yer womb is gapin’ up and down!”
Rafayel’s head falls backs, his legs twitch, and his arms shake against the rope. He knows this is not the end of his suffering, though, he watches as the man holding the water bottle full of cockroaches opens the cap and..
“No.. no..” He cries.
The grip on his legs slink down to his ankles, folding him more on himself, the man grins as he brings the water bottle up to his pussy, and slots the opening into the speculum that’s holding his vaginal walls apart.
“Noo please! Please don’t do this to meee!” Rafayel wailed, his face is a blotchy, scratchy mess. Slightly bruised from the rough treatment earlier, now that he learns that he is crying, he is full on sobbing. All of the guys cackle at his pathetic display, and the man that holds the water bottle begins shaking it inside of him, he does it in a penetration motion.
Rafayel gags and chokes as he feels the cockroaches begin to enter his cunt, his lower belly feels like it’s boiling over, hot bile forms at the back of his throat. He shakes, and whines and cries, the cockroaches thin, squirming limbs scratch the inside his vagina.
“At fuckin’ last, it’s done, phew!” The man pants, he shakes the bottle to let the last one out, the man holding his legs spread Rafayel even further, his face twisted in disgust as he watches the cockroaches inside his cunt. “Ugh! That looks so nasty, they’re all squirmin’ inside of him..!”
All the while, as these men chortle and laugh over his suffering, Rafayel convulses, babbling “You monsters” and “Get them out of me!” The man in the glasses looks over, casting a glance at his friends. “Hey! If he tries to push em’ out, it’ll be a shitstorm, and we’ll all be pissed over by some fuckin’ cockroaches!”
“Don’t worry, man, I got the solution..” The guy with the water bottle holds the cap, he is aided by the speculum holding his pussy walls apart, so twisting the cap back onto the bottle was no problem. Rafayel sobbed as he realizes that they are, quite literally, plugging his insides with gross insects.
With the cap on, and he was now filled to the brim with cockroaches, Rafayel looks, in his muddled, watery gaze, as the speculum is taken out of him. It’s somewhat of a relief, but it is short-lived, the pain he feels is caused by the cockroaches inside his cunt, and they are desperate looking for a way out. “Aaand, the job is done!” One of the men say triumphantly, “Now yer a real trashbag, with cockroaches inside yer pussy!”
“It hurts! It hurts! Get them out of me!” One of them men get fed up with his begging and pathetic noises, so he kicks him with a brutal, painful strike to the pussy. Rafayel screams even louder, “Uegh! It’s like a pig screamin’!” One of them mutter.
Interested with the pain they’re causing him, the guy with the glasses perks up. “Hey! Keep kicking his pussy, maybe that’ll force the roaches to crawl inside his cervix!”
With this idea in mind, the man obeys, grinning with sadism as he stomps and kicks at Rafayel’s swollen, bleeding and utterly brutalized cunt. Each slam of the man’s foot earns a shriek and a pained squeal, occasionally, Rafayel’s engorged clitoris would get rubbed on by a dirty shoe, and with such a big, bulging clit, Rafayel’s abuser targeted the large nub more than he did his pussy.
“Ah, that’ll teach this trashbag..” The man finally stops, voice audibly exerted. He steps back, offering the victim a tiny semblance of relief. But that relief is short-lived, as Rafayel begins to thrash and let out pained bawls and cries. With the cockroaches inside him having no way to go, they began to crawl and squirm up and inside his cervix.
“Get them out of meee!” He squalled, and began blubbering and babbling. “It’s hurts! It’s hurting meee! Gaaah! Ahh.. Eeeyk!”
“Heh, no can do,” One of his tormentors replied, pressing a heavy foot against Rafayel’s lower belly, and slowly stepped on it, the purple haired artist cried and shrieked. He let out shrill ‘Get them out of me!’ As well as ‘Ow ow oww!’. “Them roaches gone so deep, they won’t be getting out anytime soon!”
In Rafayel’s torture, if the hard boot on his stomach couldn’t get any worse, and the squirming cockroaches in his vaginal walls, with no where to go, the cockroaches began to crawl up in his cervix. At first, he froze, trying to comprehend what was happening. Within the internal organs, there is no sense of pain — unfortunately, this cannot be said for the walls of the vagina and the womb.
“Hyeek! Waah! Yaagh!”
And when something foreign, something that is not seminal fluids or a phallus, enters the inter parts of the womb.. It can cause a pain so great it could make one pass out.
Rafayel seizes, shakes and convulses all at the once. The pain was so intense and severe, that he blacks out completely. His eyes roll up into the back of his head, drool seeping out of his mouth. “Ungh..”
All of the men just stare at his barely conscious body, the way his drool bubbled, and the way he would occasionally twitch. Every so often, blood would seep out of his brutalized pussy. “Hey.. He’s out cold, right?” One of the men asked with uncertainty. “I guess so..”
The man in the glasses—presumably the leader, merely put his shoe on Rafayel’s body and gave it a light nudge, his goons watched, they certainly weren’t expected this. “Hey dude, let’s wrap this up, we’ve had all our fun—“
“Pleash..” All of the men jumped back at Rafayel’s whispered response, clearly not anticipating this from the seemingly unconscious man. “Haa.. Haa.. the bugsh.. Get them out.. of me..”
“Well..” The leader drawled, shaking his head. “We can’t do that, heh, not gonna risk ourselves of getting in trouble getting you to the hospital, hah!” The man smiled and took out a box cutter from his pocket, throwing it at Rafayel’s battered body. “What you can do, however..”
Pink and blue eyes gaze up, slightly blurred from the tears and sweat, at the blade that fell onto his belly.
“—Is take this and cut up yer’ belly to get the roaches out yourself, heh.”
No way, Rafayel manages to think, but the cockroaches caused a pain so great inside him and made him whine. With weak, shaking hands, he took the box cutter, it was a bit hard to move, especially since his wrists were tied, but he shifted onto his back from where he had been curled up.
Anything to get the cockroaches out. Rafayel holds the blade up shakily, and he aims it above his lower belly. With a quick, desperate move, he lunged the blade down—
“Guuh! Aauh!”
There is a wet and violet gasp, as he slices his own stomach open, a bright river of red spills over his skin and onto the ground below, Rafayel gags and cries as he brings the blade down, he lets out various begs and sobs to seemingly no one. “Hurry..! Get out of me..! Get out!”
The gore is already pouring over the concrete. The man’s friends, who were likely only here for the cockroach part, all freeze. They were really not expecting their leader to take this a step further. “H-hey man, that’s too much—“ One of the guys, this one being the one who inserted the cockroach into him, stepped away to vomit. “Think I’m gonna—“
The leader quickly turned around and grabbed his arm. “You gonna puke? How about you do it here?” With a sudden move, the leader maneuvers the man over Rafayel’s torn stomach, whose organs were already exposed, steam exits Rafayel’s insides
The man already regurgitated his food onto Rafayel’s intestines. Hot, foul vomit spills onto the exposed organs, as soon as the foreign liquid hits his organs, Rafayel lets out a truly unholy scream of pain, and he drops the box cutter.
The man slumped over his leader, who quickly discarded him and resumed watching as Rafayel clung to the last bits of his life. “Clingin’ to life, aintcha, trashbag?” He mocked, and then walks over and takes out multiple bats for his friends, who all except the guy who vomited, reluctantly accept it.
“Come on, let’s quickly dispose of this trash, he ain’t living any longer, so spare him a semblance of mercy.”
With this, all of the man gather around, bats in hand, as Rafayel watches up helplessly. Everything is so excruciating and distant now, he doesn’t even have the strength to imagine himself any way. Not in his studio, not with Thomas..
The light dims from his eyes, as the men all raise their bats, and began to violently strike his assaulted body to death.
“Die! Fuckin’ die!”
A car drives up to a seemingly untouched part of town, before a figure exits, dragging a trashbag along with him.
The individual, before moving the bag, examines it. A cockroach managed to get out, and it was crawling off the bag.
“Hey, one managed to get out,” The person noted, before flicking the roach away. “Good for you, lil dude.”
The individual then took the trashbag, hauled it over a patch of long grass, before depositing it into a ditch.
“See ya, that was fun.”