บท 3: Frenzied Fuck-Crazed Flesh-Sticks
[Many Years Ago]
"Holy fuckballs, hurry the fuck up, just get the little shit head out of you, spit that fuckwad out already! Jesus, I don't have all day lady, hurry up, just push it the fuck out, Christ almighty, just do it already. I don't give a fuck how, just get that baby born already lady!"
"I'm trying to, you ass-bending dick hoarder!" snapped Orihime's prostitute mum. She was currently in the maternity ward at the hospital with her legs spread wide open as she laid on one of those special beds for women when they're trying to pop a baby out of their goonch.
"Dr. Strange is right, hurry this shit up!" complained Orihime's alcoholic father. "I'm sober as fuck and I'm about to kill myself if I don't get a drink fast. Fuck this hospital for not allowing alcohol in the maternity ward, I'm tweakin' as fuck. Strange, can't you just teleport some alcohol into my liver or something you useless turd-herder?"
"No," said Dr. Strange before turning back to Orihime's mum. "Listen lady, I can literally teleport that baby right out of you right now if you'll just sign a waiver. Come on already, I've got golf with Jeff Goldblum in like 10 minutes, I don't have time for this bullshit. Get that goddamn baby out ya cooch one way or another already!"
"Eat liquid-mung, shart-hunter! I'm making this baby the natural way!" retorted Orihime's prostitute mum.
"Holy hoppin Christ, the baby's already been made, you dumb ho," complained Orihime's alcoholic father, nearly ripping his hair out. "I told you we should have just gone to Gohan's abortion clinic. We would have been in and out by now, and I would be fuckin' sloshed like I should be. My god I'm so fuckin' sober right now I'm about to rip my face off and eat it like a pancake!"
"Would both of your fart-knockers shut the fuck up!" shrieked Orihime's prostitute mum, getting so angry that Orihime shot out of her snatch like a round being fired from a rusty 19th-century cannon.
Dr. Strange's eyes bugged out as the human projectile hit him in the gut like a punch from a coked-up Donkey Kong, knocking the wind out of him. Choking and gagging, the Sorcerer Supreme struggled to remain standing for a moment before catching his breath.
Orihime's alcoholic father cheered. "Okay, baby's born, time to go, time to get my fuckin' drank on!" he wailed, heading for the door. "I swear to God I'm gonna get so fuckin' wasted I won't even remember that I was ever sober."
"You can't leave yet dick-wrangler! We haven't named the dumb baby!" snarled Orihime's prostitute mum.
"Damn son, this is one ugly baby," commented Strange, holding Orihime upside down by one ankle and inspecting her. "What would you even want to name this little shit? Ass Face? Butt Licker? How about… NNNGHGHGHGHHGHGGGG!"
Orihime's parents, the nurses, and everyone in the room screamed as Orihime wrapped her own umbilical cord around Dr. Strange's neck and began choking the life out of him. Unable to breathe or speak, the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't cast any spells and quickly succumbed to the infant's murderous rage, crumpling to his knees as she strangled him. Choking, gagging and, writhing in bug-eyed desperation, Dr. Strange's life ended with a loud SNAP as Orihime broke his neck with one brutal twist.
"Holy fucking shit…" gasped Orihime's alcoholic father as Dr. Strange's body hit the floor like a discarded blow-up doll. "That was fucking awesome!"
"No it wasn't! That was fuckin' shite, dick-ass!" cursed Orihime's prostitute mother. "Now we're gonna get sued, you butt-fucking butt-munch!"
"Who the fuck cares!" exclaimed Orihime's alcoholic father. "The kid's a natural-born killer. We'll just train her to be a hit-man, or mercenary, or something, and we'll be rich as all hell! I'll finally be able to afford the expensive alcohols like Archie Rose. Or maybe even St Agnes!"
"No, trout-sniffer! The little ho is going to be a proud prostitute like me!" exclaimed Orihime's prostitute mother. "And that's final!"
"Blow it out yer ass, cunt-sniffer!" cursed Orihime's alcoholic father pimp slapping his ho like she owed him money, because she probably did.
"Oh that's it, El Fucko! You done goofed for the last time!" screeched Orihime's prostitute mother as she grabbed the sonar machine and smashed her husband in the face with it. Closing her legs and leaping off of the table she drove the frantically fighting alcoholic to the ground and began choking him with her bare hands.
As Orihime watched her dumbass parents brawling on the hospital room floor, a fiery rage blazed in her newborn eyes, and something murderous stirred deep within her crimson soul-core.
Something violent and angry.
Something that craved the spilling of blood and the taking of skulls in the name of a god she didn't even know existed yet.
* * *
[Present Day]
"LORENA BOBBITT GIVE ME STRENGTH!"
With a cry of desperation, and a quick prayer of thanks to Ms. Bobbitt, Orihime dove for the hedge clippers.
Not waiting an instant, the big green dangalangs swarmed her, the promise of her delicious holes driving them mad with desire.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" roared Orihime, slicing the garden tool closed on a dirty pecker that was zipping in straight for her goonch like a heat-seeking missile.
"NOOOOOOO! BINKY!" cried the Helping Hand as the severed appendage shrieked and flailed about in raw agony before falling to the floor flaccid and limp.
SNIP!
Before Lefty could react, another marauding dingus went down in a spray of vile warp-blood, screaming horrifically as it too was cleaved in half by the fiercely fighting warrior of Khorne. Now armed with a weapon that made every man's penis quiver in terror, the true carnage could begin.
"Wellington… DJ Jimmy… Zeus…" Lefty whispered as it stared in horror, one mighty phallus cut down after another in a frenzy of pure Bobbitt-inspired violence.
Filthy warp-blood splattered the walls and ceiling as the writhing penis tentacles cried out and fell to the ground, their corporeal forms dissolving as they were banished to the Warp. It was a bloody massacre.
The Helping Hand's minimal facial features twisted with pure rage at the sight of his children being cut down by the violent bitch. But it wasn't just anger that filled him, it was also fear. He knew that if he didn't stop the ho's penis killing rampage, those hedge clippers would be used on him next. There was no choice, a sacrifice would have to be made.
"Choke on this, bitch!" snarled Lefty as it lashed out with its long lizard-like tongue, the fleshy appendage quickly wrapping around Orihime's throat before she could react. Growling angrily, the warp-fiend tightened the hold, squeezing the blood-crazed girl's windpipe like when Johnny Depp choked his wife after a night of doing unhealthy amounts of blow.
Acting on pure reflex, Orihime brought the clippers up and snipped the vile tongue in a spray of sickening warp-blood. The fiend cried out orgasmically as its appendage was severed, but despite being horribly mutilated, the warp-spawned create smiled cruelly.
"Fool," sneered Lefty as the remainder of his tongue continued to tighten around Orihime's neck.
On the verge of passing out from oxygen loss, Orihime had no choice but to let go of the clippers with one hand in an attempt to keep filthy appendage from strangling her. Predictable, the fiend thought as it enjoyed its prey's struggles. So predictable.
Gagging and choking as she desperately tried to pry the python-like tongue from her around her throat, Orihime was unable to operate the clippers with just one hand. Realizing that their prey was now defenseless, the fuck-crazed flesh-sticks seized the opportunity with mucho gusto and renewed their frenzied attack.
One particularly intelligent phallus smacked the clippers out of her hand with a meaty slap while another scooted up behind the girl and coiled around her ankle. With a swift jerk, Orihime was quickly snatched into the air and held upside down.
"Gotcha, bitch," sneered the Helping Hand. The warp-fiend chuckled with satisfaction as its prey flailed about, growling and snarling like Snoop Dogg caught by the dog catcher. Though she had managed to tear the tightening tongue from her throat, it didn't much matter now. The crazy ho wasn't going anywhere.
Lefty licked its lips in anticipation as the tentacles slowly closed in on their prey, the savory scent of her delicious holes calling to them like the siren's song. The big green dangalangs giggled like munchkins on crack, salivating as they moved to coil around their victim and enjoy the pleasures that only the tender flesh of a woman can give.
"No," rumbled Lefty, stopping the tentacles in their tracks with a single word. A couple of moments passed and the throbbing knobs chattered in sexual frustration as they writhed around the incapacitated girl, twitching with insatiable desire.
The Helping Hand gazed upon its prey with the ice-cold eyes of a calculating jungle predator. Then, it spoke.
"Break her."
With a snap of its fingers, the big green penis tentacles erupted in a fury of lashing blows, giggling merrily as they battered Orihime in a relentless storm of raw sexual aggression.
Lefty's lips slowly curled into a cruel grin as it watched the violent thrashing with satisfaction. There was no fighting back. There was no defending. The girl was completely helpless as she was struck with blow after crushing blow, the frenzied fuck-sticks using her like a human pinata.
Skin bruised, bones cracked, and blood vessels burst under the ferocious assault. The sheer speed and brutality of the scene kind of reminded the warp-fiend of what happens when you throw a bloody severed penis into a tank full of piranhas. This was some straight-up Animal Planet shit.
With another snap of the Helping Hand's fingers, the tentacles stopped, once again freezing in mid-air. "Back off, this bitch is mine," it rumbled.
Aside from the one holding the limp and senseless Orihime upside down, the tentacles reluctantly relented. Jets of steam sprayed from their dick holes before they went flaccid, their gleeful giggling dying down to an annoyed and incomprehensible murmur of frustration as they slithered back into the warp.
With its prey finally subdued, the fiend drooled with anticipation as it hovered up to the wounded warrior, its face mere centimeters from hers. "Hey, bitch-face… can you hear me?" the fiend rumbled softly into her ear as it ran its freshly regenerated tongue up the side of her bloody face.
Orihime gave a soft moan, partially from the pain she was in, but also from the shivers of unnatural pleasure the fiend's forked tongue sent rippling through her battered body.
"You okay, slut?" taunted Lefty, savoring the girl's pitiful noises. She was at her limit. She had to be. There is no way in hell she could fight back after a thrashing like that. Still, something within the fiend's black and twisted heart refused to allow it to let its guard down. At least not completely.
Head spinning and eyes glazed over, Orihime coughed up blood, the red liquid spilling to the concrete below. As her vision slowly cleared up, the vile face of the five-fingered warp-fiend gradually came into focus before her. Grimacing in anger and pain, Orihime snarled.
"Get stuffed… numbnuts…" she growled, spitting a gob of deep crimson right into the warp-fiend's eye.
"GET PIMP SMACKED BITCH!"
Orihime was hurled across the room and sent slamming into the hot water heater once again as the Helping Hand savagely pimp slapped the shit out of her with its entire body in an act of reflexive violence. The girl cried out as the damaged device tore open on impact, hot water spewing out and scalding the entire right side of her body as she crashed to the ground. Quickly rolling to the side to get away from the near-boiling liquid, Orihime narrowly avoided being crushed by the large device as it broke free of its fractured moorings and hit the floor next to her with a deep metallic clang.
Beaten, battered, and broken, Orihime coughed and gagged on her own blood, spitting up crimson onto the dirty concrete floor. Channeling the last of her strength, the proud warrior of Khorne managed to pull herself up onto her hands and knees, breathing heavily as the entire right side of her body throbbed with excruciating pain.
"Just stay down, bitch." rumbled Lefty as it came down with a vicious hammer blow that drove its prey to the ground and shattered the concrete beneath her in an eruption of dust.
Orihime lay still in the shallow crater, a yellow puddle rapidly expanding beneath her among the broken concrete. She was done. The Helping Hand had literally beaten the piss out of her.
The warp-fiend let out a heavy sigh. It had been a difficult battle, but at long last, its prey had been subdued.
Thanks to the power of Slaanesh the creature's body was almost completely healed from its earlier wounds. The Helping Hand couldn't help but breathe another rumbling sigh of relief, glad that the whore had finally stopped trying to fight back. Well, it wasn't like she had much of a choice at this point, now was it, the fiend thought smugly.
"Hmmmmm, now what should I do with you, bitch." Lefty pondered aloud, standing before its subdued prey and looking down on her with a hint of amusement glimmering in its small black eyes. "The safe bet would be to just kill you then head back to Lord Slaanesh's palace for good old-fashioned fuck-a-doodle-do. Buuuuuut…"
The fiend licked its lips as its hungry eyes traveled Orihime's body. Even this beat up, the ho was still fine as hell, it thought. However, the fucking whore had been way more trouble than it had expected. Hell, if that crusty dildo hadn't been there earlier, it might have been the end of the road for good ol' Lefty.
"No way bitch, you're not getting a quick and clean death," sneered the Helping Hand with a perverted grin. "Especially after what you put me through. I admit it did kinda turn me on though. It's always more fun when the prey fights back after all. I even cummed a little when you cut off my…"
"DIE PECKER-HEAD!"
Orihime pounced like a predator in the wild, plunging a jagged shard of metal from the damaged water heater into the warp-fiend's eye as she tackled it to the ground. "DIE DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! BITCH! DIE!" she shrieked wildly as she repeatedly stabbed the creature in the face - great spurts of florescent warp-blood spraying with each flesh-ripping strike.
"Okay, that's it! Bind this fucking whore!" snarled Lefty as its face was violently hacked into something resembling ground hamburger meat. Oh, the irony.
On command, supple green dangalangs shot up from the ground and coiled around Orihime's arms and legs to restrain her. With a cry of primal rage, the blood-soaked girl pulled herself to her feet through sheer force of will and went full weed-wacker mode with her improvised knife. Great arcs of putrid warp-blood spewed as she thrashed violently, slicing into the attacking chodes one after another.
The Helping Hand scowled, its face slowly healing as it watched its prey struggle against the writhing tentacles. The more fiercely she fought, the quicker she tired herself out. Between her wounds and the finite nature of human endurance, she was definitely at her limit. The violent bitch had fought to the bitter end, and as much as the fiend hated to admit it, a part of it kind of respected her for that.
Disarmed and with the last of her strength spent, Orihime growled and snarled like a cornered beast as the coiling tentacles pulled her down to her hands and knees, forcing her to bow before the vile warp-fiend that gazed upon her with a queer mixture of contempt and admiration.
"You're beef noodle hearty, I'll give you that, bitch," rumbled the Helping Hand, its sneer becoming a scowl. "But I'm sick of your shit."
With a snort of contempt, the creature waddled over to the girl and hopped up onto her back. Leaning in close, its minty fresh breath washed over her neck sensually and sent a chill of anticipation through her.
"Now you listen to me you dumb whore," the creature hissed, its voice a rumbling daemonic whisper. "I came to this realm to grab titties, and by the power of Almighty Lord Slaanesh, I'm gonna grab some fucking titties. Bitch, I am gonna milk you like a fucking cow!"
With that, the Helping Hand took the girl's bra strap in its shark-like teeth and gave it a violent jerk. The fabric tore easily and the bra fell to the ground, Orihime's large bust hanging freely.
Tonight was gonna be a good night for milking a ho, thought the fiend with a leering razor-toothed grin.
TO BE FUCKING CONTINUED!
NEXT TIME on Bleach: Orihime Fisted - With Orihime at its mercy, Lefty begins a bizarre ritual that will change her forever! Can the wounded warrior of Khorne find one last scrap of strength to free herself from the Slaaneshi fiend's clutches? Or will Lefty literally milk her like a cow like it said it was going to? Find out in the next exciting chapter of Bleach: Orihime Fisted!
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