Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hoop Title: Plague Girl Part: 2 Summary: Becky's induction into the cult of the Plague Father is completed. Keywords: FF, tort, ws, scat, guro, futa, puke -- Becky became aware of a steadily-repeating sound. A clunk, and then the sound of a metal spring being stretched. Then another clunk, which coincided with a sharp stab of pain on her abdomen. She felt like she should scream, but could only manage a weak noise, high-pitched and pathetic. The gag had been removed from her mouth, and her throat itched with the acid aftermath of vomit. With considerable effort, she raised her head and opened her eyes. She was lying on the bed again. The sight of her body brought memories crashing back into her mind, and she wondered why she hadn't died from her wounds. The source of the noise was apparent now: Kate was kneeling over her, with an industrial-grade stapler in her hand - the kind of tool that was used to drive copper staples into wooden packing crates. Kate was stapling Becky back together, holding the wide slashes on her chest closed with one hand before bracing the tool against the skin, pulling the trigger, and shooting home the pronged, metal fasteners deep into her flesh. Becky saw that some of the deep cuts on her breasts had already been attended to. Narrow lines of dark, congealed blood snaked across her skin beneath traintrack patterns of copper strips. She should have been in agony, and yet the pain she felt was dull and distant. Kate's tool fired another piece of metal into her belly. The impacts were becoming less and less distressing. Kate paused, and looked up at her. "Oh," she said, "you're awake again. How do you feel?" "Kate..." she croaked. "No hard feelings?" "...fuck you." The memories of what the girl had done to her were far too recent. She felt violated, even more so because she had not even been afforded death as an escape from the disgusting ordeal. "Aww, you don't mean that," said Kate. "You did very well before, and now I'm going to make you all better. Even better than you were." She shuffled up on the bed, and knelt over Becky. "Are you going to piss on me again?" she asked. "No," she said. "Well. Not right now. But watch this." Kate stooped over, and brought her face down close to Becky's chest. She could feel the girl's breath against the tender wounds on her breasts. Kate started making a strange noise from the back of her throat. Her abdomen tensed, and there was a wet noise as something became dislodged. She parted her lips, and a glob of thick, green slime dropped from her mouth and on to the wound. She spread it across the length of the cut with the tip of her tongue, pushing the mucus down between the raw edges of exposed skin and leaving a stinging sensation in her wake. Becky tried to move away, and found her wrists bound as before. Her feet were a bloody mess; a dark stain had formed around them where she lay. She wasn't going anywhere. "Kate, what are you doing?" "Shh," she said. "Watch." Becky didn't like to be so compliant, but the liquid sound from the wound on her chest demanded her attention. Kate was watching too, her face inches away. As they both regarded the wound, they could clearly see the mucus spreading out and downwards, sinking into the cut as if sucked through from beneath. With a noise like wet spaghetti, the edges of the wound were beginning to surge and flow, little tendrils of flesh were emerging from the raw, red muscle and brushing against each other, twirling, tangling around and merging. The wound knitted together over the course of a minute, leaving the fused flesh concealed beneath a dark red scab. Becky reached out hesitantly, and touched it. The surface was hard, unyielding. The pain was completely gone. "Neat, huh?" said Kate. Becky had no response. "I can give you the same abilities," she said. "It's the will of the Plague Father... and, as he shared his gift with me, now I will share it with you." "Kate, I don't want this." "You will," she said. Kate lay down on the bed alongside Becky. She propped herself on one arm, leaving the other free to rest on Becky's chest, or to trail her fingers over her body. She touched her cheek gently, and Becky flinched. "Just think..." she said, "if you never got sick. If being sick actually made you stronger. If you never had to worry about it again." "That's crazy." "Is it? You saw what I could do to your wounds. Completely healed. No doctor can work that fast. You'd be dead already, if it weren't for my gift. I'm going to share it with you..." Becky could feel the girl's hand drifting further down, and now she felt fingers brush between her legs. A pair of fingertips wandered slowly along the lips of her bared genitals, and Kate grinned at her eagerly. She started her manipulations slowly at first, and then slid downwards, running her tongue along Becky's ribs, pausing to kiss at her breast and gently tease the nipple with her teeth. She continued down, and then Becky saw the girl's face drop down between her legs. A moment later, she felt Kate's tongue. Becky made a frustrated noise. She half-heartedly tugged at her bindings, and found them just as immovable as before. She was sure that she was supposed to be opposed to this, and yet she could feel herself blushing, and the wetness in between her legs was not solely due to Kate's saliva. She lay back, trying to resolve the part of her that said this was wrong with the part of her that said it felt very pleasant and was just fine. She caught herself letting out a moan as the girl's tongue probed inside her. Then Kate was kneeling upright again, and Becky was looking at her with a half-confused, half-disappointed expression. "You stopped," she said reproachfully. "Hey," said Kate, "wanna see something else I can do?" Without waiting for a response, Kate pulled her panties down and threw them off to one side. Becky noticed for the first time that something looked abnormal about the girl's crotch. The skin above it was bulging outwards in a vertical line, a couple of centimetres wide. "He gave me this," she said. "It's been growing inside me for a while now. I didn't want to use it until the time was right." Kate pinched at the skin on her abdomen with her nails, and a drop of blood beaded on the surface. She drew her nail downwards, and the skin tore in its wake, as if it were already stretched and fragile. She removed her finger, and the cut continued to open on its own. Her skin pulled itself apart like a zipper, forced open by what was resting beneath it. The bulge beneath Kate's skin was revealed. A thick rod of flesh, wet and pink and wreathed in blue veins, slowly folded forwards from where it had nestled. It stood proud on her crotch just above her pussy, jutting outwards by eight inches. The smooth, rounded tip of the organ was an angry red colour, and it bobbed up and down on the end of its shaft, in time with Kate's heartbeat. Kate carefully took her newly-sprouted cock in her hand, and gave it an experimental tug. She winced. "Still a bit sensitive," she said. She reached down to grab each of Becky's thighs, lifting the girl off the bed slightly while she positioned herself. She let the tip of her cock rest against Becky's pussy for a long moment, allowing the girl to feel it pressing against her. She slid it in with a wet noise, and Becky let out a gasp. The organ pushed up inside her, filling her with its warm presence. It slid out, and plunged in deeper on the return, eliciting another gasp from Becky. Kate's hips bucked as she thrust into the girl over and over, with each stroke making a wet squishing noise. Perhaps feeling that she was neglecting her other set of genitalia, Kate took one hand from Becky's thigh to finger herself while continuing to fuck the girl. "We need... to bond..." said Kate, in between gasping breaths. "How?" said Becky. Her eyes were closed. "Germs, Becky," she said, giving another deep inwards thrust. "We need to share our bodies as fully as we can." She withdrew, and then leaned over and freed Becky's wrists from the bonds. "Every aspect of our bodies," she said. "Every fluid. Everything. You ready?" Becky nodded without thinking. The other damage to her body was starting to heal now like the first cut. She could feel the tingling surge of her flesh, imbued with the essence that the girl was fucking into her with every thrust. She looked over Kate's body, bedecked with sores and pustules, and saw not disease, but perfection. Her arms were free now. Becky rose upright to embrace Kate; the girls sank their nails into each others' backs as they hugged each other tightly, as if trying to absorb the body of the other into their own. They parted just far enough to bring their lips together, and Becky felt a second tongue exploring her mouth. Then it retreated, and she opened her eyes to see Kate laid out on her back beneath her, their previous positions reversed. The girl opened her mouth wide, and Becky knew what she must do. She positioned herself over Kate, and held herself steady with one hand. The other she brought to her lips, curling her ring and little fingers beneath her thumb. She plunged the remaining fingers down her throat, and felt her muscles respond. She shoved her hand in further, pressing down against the very back of her tongue, and then felt another set of muscles start to churn, further down. She pulled her hand away quickly, and it was followed with a brown plume of watery vomit. It splashed against Kate's face. Her mouth was open as wide as it would go, to catch as much as she could in her mouth. The runny mess of thin liquid, foam bubbles and pieces of half-digested food sloshed into her mouth, and she gulped it down eagerly. She licked her lips, running her fingers across her face and spreading the residual puke on to her chest. Her face bore a rictus grin of pure bliss, which disappeared beneath another surge of vomit as Becky urged once more. She heaved again, but could find no more within her. With the effort she let out a belch, and she drooled thick saliva onto the girl beneath her from her parted lips. "My turn," said Kate. They knelt facing each other, Becky with her arms around Kate's back. Kate looked up at the ceiling, thrust her hand with outstretched fingers into her open mouth, and then let her head drop forward. She obviously understood her body well; her stomach spewed up the first gout of vomit at the moment the girls' faces were level. Becky felt it wash against her face; more of the hot, lumpy liquid cascaded down her chest. She licked it from her own face and from Kate's, tasting an acid tang that was similar to hers, but at the same time different - the other girl's puke had a different texture to it, and the pieces of solid were softer and larger. The act set her own stomach stirring once more, and she choked up a mouthful of clear bile which she allowed to run down her chin and onto her breasts. Kate lapped it from her chest eagerly. The mattress squelched beneath them as they adjusted positions. Becky's head was between Kate's legs now, with the girl kneeling over her and looking down at her face. Then Kate shuffled forward a little. Becky's nose nuzzled against the girl's pussy, which was slick with her juices. She pushed out her tongue, and rasped it in long, slow circles around the girl's anus. She felt the muscle above her tongue twitch. It slid open with a gradual ease as Kate disgorged a turd directly into Becky's mouth. The flavour was much more pronounced after the bout of vomiting. The solid matter brought with it a robust taste, sharp and pungent. It felt like dough in her mouth. She masticated the shit and let her lips kiss against the girl's anus, holding her gift in her mouth for as long as she could. Finally, needing to breathe, she slid back out from beneath the girl, squeezing the shit between her teeth and smearing it between the girl's legs as she did so. Kate smiled down at her when she emerged, sliding back and downwards to lie down on top of Becky. She kissed her, eager to share the fruits of her bowels. Their lips explored each others' bodies, each touch leaving a soiled mark. Becky produced a turd of her own after that, cupping her hands beneath her ass to recieve it as she squeezed out a light brown clump of fecal matter. It was less fragrant than Kate's; and she thought that the taste was more mild while she was licking it from the other girl's chest. Some of it had become matted in her hair during their embraces. The urination was almost an afterthought. After the previous debauchery, Becky thought nothing of Kate's thighs clamped either side of her face, a hot stream of urine splashing against her face. She gulped down a great deal of the lukewarm liquid, and its taste was nothing compared to what was already stuck between her teeth. She tried to return the favour for Kate, but she didn't really need to go, only managing to force a few squirts of dark yellow piss onto the girl's face. Exhausted, and having depleted their bodies in every way possible, they stumbled to the bathroom. The tub still held its diseased brew of infested meat and body fluids, and the girls climbed in one after the other. Becky cuddled up against Kate, and the warm, thick fluid around her felt comforting to her now. They lay in each others' arms, wallowing in the filth and decay.