Rape in Silent Hill
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Rape in Silent Hill
Author's Note: For a quickie fic, I spent WAY too much time doing research on the characters, setting, symbolism, et cetera. This is inspired primarily by extro's picture "Rape in Silent Hill" ( http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-62092.html ), but I also watched the Fukuro video again to help.
"Oooh James~! Tee hee."
"Mary?"
James shone his flashlight on the radio. Its fizzling, crackling white noise broke away to new voices and sounds at certain times... and in certain places. Standing in Brookhaven Hospital took him back, to a much happier time. Three years ago, he sat beside Mary's bedside in her passing moments in a hospital much like this one. He took a couple steps forward, pausing as the voice picked up again.
"James. I ... chhhhhhhhhhhhh .... call ... chhhhh ... when your wife...."
"Mary? Mary!" He shook the small portable with little effect. The rise of its screech further signaled the presence of a monster ahead, one he braced himself to fight with his trusty wooden plank. Pushing the door open, he ignored the deafening wail in his ear as he turned into the next hallway.
His light set on a figure in the distance. A woman. A blonde. He would have recognized that red shirt anywhere.
"Maria?! What are you doing here?" James' first, faint steps came to a halt when he saw the familiar looming figure approaching Maria. The hulking, muscle-bound monster, its red-rust triangle helmet shifting as it lumbered toward her. Pyramid Head raised its giant knife.
"Maria! Get away from it!"
James ran toward her, wincing as the blade came crashing down toward her shoulder. Regaining enough courage to look again, he stared in awe.
Maria's hand clutched the blade's edge firmly, smacking it against the nearby wall. An attempted punch by the towering beast toward her came to nothing as, beyond all logic, the blonde gripped Pyramid Head's wrist and flung him over her shoulder. His helmet clanged against the floor. His muscular body slumped. And from the moment Maria turned, James got a good look at the woman.
"That's not... Maria," he said.
"OHHH!" cried out from his radio.
A mere glance at her features allowed him to discern a little something familiar about her. A red cardigan. A simple nurse's hat. The green badge on her chest and wraparound on her bicep reading 'SP'. But most of all, her white dress, with the click clack of her red high heels echoing down the hall's length as she stepped on Pyramid Head's chest and knelt at his side. Her hand snaked under the bottom rim of the creature's helmet, its metal scrape pounding in James' ears while the woman fiddled a door's knob open. It creaked. Slowly. Loudly. In one swift move, the nurse ignored all of Pyramid Head's struggles and flung him inside.
A giggle, soft and vicious, lilted from the radio speaker as the blonde gazed back at James. A playful spank and ass shake teased him, hips swaying as invitation... if he could follow. She disappeared into the hospital room.
The door slammed.
"Wait!" James called. His feet carried him, fast as they could, to the smear of blood that led into where the couple disappeared. The shuffle of bedsheets and click of shackles came from within. He turned the knob; it refused. Feminine grunts and groans of love sparked through the radio between fizzles.
One recourse remained. He reared back, bashing his shoulder against the door. One. Two. Three. Each time, he rushed forth with all his might, urged on by the mystery and concern at what he knew this monster could do. At last, the wooden door gave way, popping open to leave him hurtling against the floor. His eyes first set upon the patient clipboard on the bed's footboards, the name "Lisa Garland" scrawled next as the Nurse name.
Then he looked on the bed.
"OH YES! DO ME! DO ME! OHH!" sputtered from James' radio in all its corroded glory, the audio pouring out like some cheesy porno on a late night program with bad antenna reception. He rolled the sound wheel up and down, the volume constant as the words came at only a slight delay to the freakish marvel of sex.
Pyramid Head, that monster, that hulking giant of muscle and malice, lay defenseless on the bed. Its knife rested against the near wall, its arms and legs shackled by cuff and chain to unseen bolts. Red ran from its palm to forearm, the word 'HELP' written on the wall in its own self-drawn blood. Though awe-some, the astounding sight of such an imposing menace spread weak on the bed, its long white gown down to its thighs with its huge shaft of an erection in full salute, couldn't compare to the ravenous vixen powerful enough to cow him with her thunder thighs.
"James! Do you wanna... ?" crackled her radio voice.
Lisa Garland, the nurse taking 'care' of the creature, straddled him. Her stocking-clad legs bent, knees pressing against the mattress to show her high heels. Her skirt hiked up, all the way past the top of her bubbly butt, her tiny underused anus showing just above the marvelous cowgirl humping she provided with her pussy. A lone hand of hers clutched one of her buttocks as she turned toward James, her bare breast and firmly capped peak of a nipple showing to him.
"You look familiar," James said, rising to his feet.
"James ... chhhhh... kill chhhhhhhhh .... like a whore! I am!"
He grabbed the patient clipboard, reading over its details.
Patient: Pyramid Head
Nurse: Lisa Garland
Diagnosis: Patient suffers from severe depression caused by guilt. Nurse recommends daily dose of deep dickings! Nurse's hot, wet pussy... brrrlll
The illegible scribbles on the rest of the form ran dark ink to the clipboard's bottom. Setting it back in place, the next sight to grace his eyes was that of Nurse Garland, her head facing him, black blood flowing from her blank white eyes. Impossible as it seemed, the measure of passion that pounded from them as they ran down her cheeks came out all the more naughty as she opened her mouth to waggle her tongue. Her filthy blonde hair matched her cardigan as she tossed it back, splotches crudely painting her garb with each passing second.
She reminded him of someone. Cheap. Bold. Weeks of unwashed sex wafted from her, the truth behind her red-and-white ensemble presenting itself as caked layers of cum formed against her blouse and stockings. The coppery musk of sperm and blood mingled on her sweaty flesh, a finger dipping into her liquid eyes to steal some of that salty goodness for her hungry lips. As a dab of cum slipped into Lisa's mouth, the memory of another woman flashed in James' head.
The radio sounded, "Tell Rachel where chhh want it!"
"Rachel? Wasn't that Mary's nurse?"
Pyramid Head flailed under Lisa, his helmet tossing side to side as his 'nurse' moved on to rougher treatment. Up and down, a focus of the flashlight to Lisa's groin showed her pussy's tight squeeze on the monster's member, black blood dripping toward his ballsack. Just as James' gaze drifted back up to her ass, Lisa's index finger entered his view, pointing him toward the one free hole... and a bright glimmer at its very edge.
"I only have eyes... chhhhhhhhhhh .... your dick. Mmmm..."
Cautiously, James inched to the bed, climbing over Pyramid Head's legs. He jumped back as the monster's knee jerked, calmed when Lisa weakened the beast back into submission by again clenching her loins on his cock. The portrait on the wall warned him, a bubble head nurse shushing with one finger to her lips, animated like some TV screen display. Settling on the bed behind Lisa, he hunched down, prying her ass cheeks apart and looked between. As he thought; another bright, metallic glimmer.
The radio hissed. He looked to her face, witnessing her finger again dip into her cloudy cum eyes and pull out another sampling. Her hand dropped, smearing the chalky white goo across the pink nub of her breast, groping the tit as she rode her rape victim with another furious down-pound. Waiting for the perfect opening, he saw it in that brief pause and sharply dug his fingers around the outside rim of her tight anus.
"OH YES! JAMES! JAMES! JAMES! USE ME LIKE A TISSUE. WITH YOUR WIFE chh GONE..."
He stumbled off the bed, back smacking into the floor. His free hand snatched up his wooden plank, ready to fend off the first thing to lunge at him. It was unnecessary. The female voice drowned out by white noise, he opened his hand to look at the item he procured from Lisa Garland's tight ass.
"Huh?! Key? What's going on with this key?" James read the engraving on its bow. Nurse's station. What would he find there? Whatever it was, he slipped the key into his pocket and stood. Lisa Garland glanced toward him as he backed away, cum tears leaking with her blood. Pyramid Head thrashed, a mighty buck doing nothing more than causing the nurse to shudder over him and moan through the James' radio.
One last look at the gruesome couple was all he needed as he closed the door and turned, leaving the room behind him.
"Oooh James~! Tee hee."
"Mary?"
James shone his flashlight on the radio. Its fizzling, crackling white noise broke away to new voices and sounds at certain times... and in certain places. Standing in Brookhaven Hospital took him back, to a much happier time. Three years ago, he sat beside Mary's bedside in her passing moments in a hospital much like this one. He took a couple steps forward, pausing as the voice picked up again.
"James. I ... chhhhhhhhhhhhh .... call ... chhhhh ... when your wife...."
"Mary? Mary!" He shook the small portable with little effect. The rise of its screech further signaled the presence of a monster ahead, one he braced himself to fight with his trusty wooden plank. Pushing the door open, he ignored the deafening wail in his ear as he turned into the next hallway.
His light set on a figure in the distance. A woman. A blonde. He would have recognized that red shirt anywhere.
"Maria?! What are you doing here?" James' first, faint steps came to a halt when he saw the familiar looming figure approaching Maria. The hulking, muscle-bound monster, its red-rust triangle helmet shifting as it lumbered toward her. Pyramid Head raised its giant knife.
"Maria! Get away from it!"
James ran toward her, wincing as the blade came crashing down toward her shoulder. Regaining enough courage to look again, he stared in awe.
Maria's hand clutched the blade's edge firmly, smacking it against the nearby wall. An attempted punch by the towering beast toward her came to nothing as, beyond all logic, the blonde gripped Pyramid Head's wrist and flung him over her shoulder. His helmet clanged against the floor. His muscular body slumped. And from the moment Maria turned, James got a good look at the woman.
"That's not... Maria," he said.
"OHHH!" cried out from his radio.
A mere glance at her features allowed him to discern a little something familiar about her. A red cardigan. A simple nurse's hat. The green badge on her chest and wraparound on her bicep reading 'SP'. But most of all, her white dress, with the click clack of her red high heels echoing down the hall's length as she stepped on Pyramid Head's chest and knelt at his side. Her hand snaked under the bottom rim of the creature's helmet, its metal scrape pounding in James' ears while the woman fiddled a door's knob open. It creaked. Slowly. Loudly. In one swift move, the nurse ignored all of Pyramid Head's struggles and flung him inside.
A giggle, soft and vicious, lilted from the radio speaker as the blonde gazed back at James. A playful spank and ass shake teased him, hips swaying as invitation... if he could follow. She disappeared into the hospital room.
The door slammed.
"Wait!" James called. His feet carried him, fast as they could, to the smear of blood that led into where the couple disappeared. The shuffle of bedsheets and click of shackles came from within. He turned the knob; it refused. Feminine grunts and groans of love sparked through the radio between fizzles.
One recourse remained. He reared back, bashing his shoulder against the door. One. Two. Three. Each time, he rushed forth with all his might, urged on by the mystery and concern at what he knew this monster could do. At last, the wooden door gave way, popping open to leave him hurtling against the floor. His eyes first set upon the patient clipboard on the bed's footboards, the name "Lisa Garland" scrawled next as the Nurse name.
Then he looked on the bed.
"OH YES! DO ME! DO ME! OHH!" sputtered from James' radio in all its corroded glory, the audio pouring out like some cheesy porno on a late night program with bad antenna reception. He rolled the sound wheel up and down, the volume constant as the words came at only a slight delay to the freakish marvel of sex.
Pyramid Head, that monster, that hulking giant of muscle and malice, lay defenseless on the bed. Its knife rested against the near wall, its arms and legs shackled by cuff and chain to unseen bolts. Red ran from its palm to forearm, the word 'HELP' written on the wall in its own self-drawn blood. Though awe-some, the astounding sight of such an imposing menace spread weak on the bed, its long white gown down to its thighs with its huge shaft of an erection in full salute, couldn't compare to the ravenous vixen powerful enough to cow him with her thunder thighs.
"James! Do you wanna... ?" crackled her radio voice.
Lisa Garland, the nurse taking 'care' of the creature, straddled him. Her stocking-clad legs bent, knees pressing against the mattress to show her high heels. Her skirt hiked up, all the way past the top of her bubbly butt, her tiny underused anus showing just above the marvelous cowgirl humping she provided with her pussy. A lone hand of hers clutched one of her buttocks as she turned toward James, her bare breast and firmly capped peak of a nipple showing to him.
"You look familiar," James said, rising to his feet.
"James ... chhhhh... kill chhhhhhhhh .... like a whore! I am!"
He grabbed the patient clipboard, reading over its details.
Patient: Pyramid Head
Nurse: Lisa Garland
Diagnosis: Patient suffers from severe depression caused by guilt. Nurse recommends daily dose of deep dickings! Nurse's hot, wet pussy... brrrlll
The illegible scribbles on the rest of the form ran dark ink to the clipboard's bottom. Setting it back in place, the next sight to grace his eyes was that of Nurse Garland, her head facing him, black blood flowing from her blank white eyes. Impossible as it seemed, the measure of passion that pounded from them as they ran down her cheeks came out all the more naughty as she opened her mouth to waggle her tongue. Her filthy blonde hair matched her cardigan as she tossed it back, splotches crudely painting her garb with each passing second.
She reminded him of someone. Cheap. Bold. Weeks of unwashed sex wafted from her, the truth behind her red-and-white ensemble presenting itself as caked layers of cum formed against her blouse and stockings. The coppery musk of sperm and blood mingled on her sweaty flesh, a finger dipping into her liquid eyes to steal some of that salty goodness for her hungry lips. As a dab of cum slipped into Lisa's mouth, the memory of another woman flashed in James' head.
The radio sounded, "Tell Rachel where chhh want it!"
"Rachel? Wasn't that Mary's nurse?"
Pyramid Head flailed under Lisa, his helmet tossing side to side as his 'nurse' moved on to rougher treatment. Up and down, a focus of the flashlight to Lisa's groin showed her pussy's tight squeeze on the monster's member, black blood dripping toward his ballsack. Just as James' gaze drifted back up to her ass, Lisa's index finger entered his view, pointing him toward the one free hole... and a bright glimmer at its very edge.
"I only have eyes... chhhhhhhhhhh .... your dick. Mmmm..."
Cautiously, James inched to the bed, climbing over Pyramid Head's legs. He jumped back as the monster's knee jerked, calmed when Lisa weakened the beast back into submission by again clenching her loins on his cock. The portrait on the wall warned him, a bubble head nurse shushing with one finger to her lips, animated like some TV screen display. Settling on the bed behind Lisa, he hunched down, prying her ass cheeks apart and looked between. As he thought; another bright, metallic glimmer.
The radio hissed. He looked to her face, witnessing her finger again dip into her cloudy cum eyes and pull out another sampling. Her hand dropped, smearing the chalky white goo across the pink nub of her breast, groping the tit as she rode her rape victim with another furious down-pound. Waiting for the perfect opening, he saw it in that brief pause and sharply dug his fingers around the outside rim of her tight anus.
"OH YES! JAMES! JAMES! JAMES! USE ME LIKE A TISSUE. WITH YOUR WIFE chh GONE..."
He stumbled off the bed, back smacking into the floor. His free hand snatched up his wooden plank, ready to fend off the first thing to lunge at him. It was unnecessary. The female voice drowned out by white noise, he opened his hand to look at the item he procured from Lisa Garland's tight ass.
"Huh?! Key? What's going on with this key?" James read the engraving on its bow. Nurse's station. What would he find there? Whatever it was, he slipped the key into his pocket and stood. Lisa Garland glanced toward him as he backed away, cum tears leaking with her blood. Pyramid Head thrashed, a mighty buck doing nothing more than causing the nurse to shudder over him and moan through the James' radio.
One last look at the gruesome couple was all he needed as he closed the door and turned, leaving the room behind him.