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Osaka Hill
I will NEVER add more to this story. Ever. And if you say "You're sick man, you're sick." I didn't even want to FINISH it, but I worked too hard to do it in the first place. So. DON'T enjoy, because if you do, I'll call you a sick-o.
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Osaka Hill
Osaka stumbled into Silent Hill, loosing her good friend Yomi. This was days ago. Osaka didn’t know if the rest of her friends were looking for her, but she really didn’t see a reason why they would. Every passing moment in this hell hole made Osaka realize how big of a burden she was to them, and made her feel even worse about herself. But she pressed ever onward, hoping to prove at least to Yomi that she wasn’t a complete pile of shit, that she could do something in life that didn’t involve yaaaawning or staring off into space. As she pressed ever onward into the darkness, her spacey-ness had started to turn into courage, but she was still good ol’ Osaka on the inside.
The crazy people at the church had shoved her into this elevator shaft, saying that she needed to face the ‘darkness’ to be able to get Yomi back. ‘Guess they don’t know me do they?’ Osaka mused to herself as she clung to the wall whilst the elevator plunged to what she thought would be her demise. And it wasn’t going all that slow either. Osaka closed her eyes, muttering softly to herself, “I am not afraid of the dark, I am not afraid of the dark.” But each time she said this, memories of things that had happened in the past days flashed in the darkness of her eyelids. Memories of those creepy insect things, their demonic, pyramid-headed leader, that big sword he carried with him. She shuddered before opening her eyes and looking at the ceiling of the elevator car. “Maybe if I look up, I won’t feel like I’m goin’ down.” She whispered to herself, trying to fool herself.
As she looked up, the elevator slammed to an excruciatingly loud halt, slamming the frail, pale girl into the floor. She put one hand on the floor and crawled a short distance, tears streaming down her already tired face. “Why? Why me?” She cried softly before standing shakily to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes with her grungy, grease stained uniform. She looked cautiously out of the elevator shaft, hoping to see hide-nor-hair of anything that would scare the ever loving shit out of her, but she knew better than that. She may be stupid, be she, “Ain’t that stupid.” She muttered before stepping out of the elevator completely. The flashlight that was forced upon her before being thrust into the dark elevator by her side, she walked cautiously down the hallways, making turns that she dreamily remembered. She looked at all the walls, wondering what used to be on these walls before they were desecrated with this filth. But her day-dreamy thoughts were interrupted when she turned a corner and saw a gaggle of nurses in front of her.
“Oh…hello.” Osaka whispered. She knew. She knew these nurses were going to see blood, but it wasn’t to help her heal her wounds. Ooooh no, these hellish nurses were going to see Osaka’s blood spilt, and all over this already red floor on which she padded softly along. One of the nurses jittered largely, and turned around as if on Que. The rest of the nurses followed suit, all turning in their own grotesquely exaggerated fashion. Each and every one looked directly toward Osaka’s shining light, and to Osaka. The nurses from Kaiser Hellmenente walked at their slow pace, yet they were covering lots of ground, and quickly. Osaka gulped and turned off her light and through it into the nurses, a move she had learned from Tomo only a few summers before, when Tomo through the key to Chiyo-chan’s summer house into the bushes. The light hit one of the nurses, spraying blood onto others, and landed with a few clunks onto the floor before the last one, which also happened to turn on the light. Osaka watched in admirable horror. She didn’t know what was going to happen next, but knew that this was going to help her escape. He legs locked, still in complete fear of the hell nurses, but couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as she watched the nurses slit each other limb by limb with their skives, blood spattering all over the dark red walls. Osaka walked in her dreamily fashion past the murderous mob, the mob itself paying more attention to the light that intruded their darkness than the dumb-as-a-brick girl that was passing them slowly. “That was easeh” Osaka mused as she clomped past the hell-girls. Osaka passed the mob as the last two fought for the fabled light-box and opened the last door. It was done. The journey was over. Or so she thought. Yomi appeared out of a corner, her eyes completely white. “You’ve made it. The chosen one has made it.” Yomi turned to a small tent in the center of the room. “Did you hear that? The dumb one has made it.” A small chuckle came out of the three-ring-circus under the tent.
“Why…why are ya actin’ this way Yomi?”
“SHUT UP YOU DOLT! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“N-no, Yomi, what’s goin’ on heah?”
“It’s hell stupid! Man, you really are a member of the numb-nuts aren’t you?”
“Wha-what do you mea-“
Osaka didn’t have enough time to finish her sentence, because the last lap of her stay in purgatory was about to begin. A little girl pushed aside the canvas covering her. The grotesque body covered in blackened, shriveled skin sat up and gave a small chuckle before barbed wires shot out of all sides of the hospital bed the girl lay on.
“What’s goin’ on Yomi?” Osaka shouted as barbed wires curled their razor sharp points around her wrists. “Why are you just standin’ there Yomi? I’m not worthless, I got here didn’t I?” Osaka started to cry loudly, tears streaming down her face as more of the steel wire wound its way around her waist, tearing her uniform into tattered pieces on her body. More wiring slashed her uniform skirt into rags, exposing her white cotton panties to the hell she was in. Yomi laughed in a deep, dark way.
“Hahaha, seems even our filth hasn’t even made its way to her purity. Well, that will change shortly.” Osaka cried more, knowing what was going to happen. She closed her eyes and saw yet again what tortures she had already experienced, but decided none was worse than the pain she was about to face. The wires wrapped around her top and bottom squeezed tighter and spun slowly, destroying whatever remained of the fabric around her body, and also cutting deep into her flesh. Tears streamed quickly down her face as her naked body was exposed, and the pain spread through her body. The barb wire psychic then brought another wire slowly from under her bed and wound it slowly, teasing Osaka through the room until it reached Osaka, lying in wait between her legs. It sat there like an animal waiting to kill its prey. Then the wires grabbing her legs spread them apart quickly, leaving Osaka’s tender places exposed to the warm, dank air.
“No. P-please don’t. I’m sorry for whatever sins I have committed.” Osaka sobbed, her words being broken up by alligator tears. The animal-esque wire took its sweet time before Osaka felt the cold steel push against her flesh. “NO!” Osaka screamed, “PLEASE GOD NO!” But the wire didn’t listen. It pushed its way inside, one barb, then another, then another. Osaka could feel her flesh rip from her, chunk by chunk. The wire pulled itself out, the barbs pulling away more flesh, before the wire settled into its rhythm. What hurt Osaka the most, above the torture her virginity was facing, was the humiliation of this happening in front of Yomi. Osaka fell silent and thought, ‘That’s not Yomi. Even Yomi doesn’t have a heart that dark. It’s some demon.’ Osaka bowed her head and took her punishment in stride, tears still pouring from her eyes.
The steel elementalist giggled again, as though reading Osaka’s thoughts and confirming what Osaka knew to be true. The wire that was pumping into her then pulled itself out completely, ripping one last chunk of flesh out of the poor girl. Osaka raised her head slightly, her sweaty hair, falling in her face as she looked at the demon child. She knew that it wasn’t that simple, that her torture wasn’t over. And sure enough, the wire slid slowly back in, as though hunting for something. It found what it was looking for. The softest part of the female body, the part that releases the most pleasure. The wire found Osaka’s clitoris, and rubbed it with its tip. Osaka screeched with pain…then moaned in some sick pleasure. Osaka couldn’t comprehend it herself, but she derived some grotesque pleasure from the metal edge rubbing against her body. Panic left her face, tears beginning to dry up, though still leaving sticky trails on her face. She moaned audibly as the wire scraped her insides raw. She could feel her body lubricating the wire, though not with female juices, oh no. But Osaka didn’t pay ‘no mind’ as she would say to this bloody lube, and couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the wire. She bit her bottom lip roughly, trying to stop the moans from escaping her lips. She knew that more pain would come if the beast controlling the wire demons knew that Osaka was enjoying her torture. Try as she might a loud roar escaped her body as the metal barb made one last circle over her most tender spot. Both Yomi and the crispy demon chuckled. Osaka knew what was going to happen just before it came to her. The barb jutted itself deep into Osaka, new flesh being torn from her body. Osaka cringed and then gasped for air before moaning again, feeling warm juices flow out of her sheath. Osaka knew just as well as the two demons watching her: blood was spilling from her body in two trails down her legs, like Aunt Flow had decided to stop by unexpectedly. Osaka leaned her head back and short, breathy moans escaped her lips as the steel wiring pushed itself further into her body, rubbing the walls of her body roughly and quickly.
Osaka looked down at the two young girls with fire in her eyes. “Fastah bitch” Osaka muttered before she felt the wire inside push deeper and faster, Osaka riding the wave of morbid pleasure to its extent. Screeches of pleasure escaped as Yomi and the burned one started to laugh deep, dark laughs. The last thing Osaka saw before she leaned her head back again was Yomi walk toward her. The painful bliss she felt from her wire dildo was too much to take lightly. Osaka leaned her head back and let out long, loud moans as Yomi continued her advance toward her, a slight smirk on Yomi’s face. Osaka kicked her legs in pure pleasure, finding a way to ignore the shear pain that was erupting through her body, her flailing legs being cut deeply by the wiring wrapped around them so very tightly. Yomi walked behind the screaming, kicking girl, and placed her hands on Osaka’s firm ass, giving the cheeks a tight squeeze. Yomi then spread the cheeks open, exposing Osaka’s second entrance, now bloody from Osaka’s red fluid, which was now pouring out of her faster, leaving wide, deep red trails all over her legs. Yomi stood on her toes as the beast in control of those steel torture devices lowered Osaka to Yomi, and Yomi stuck her tongue out in an almost tender fashion. Yomi then licked Osaka in a place Osaka used to call her ‘exit only hole’ and immediately Osaka shuddered out a loud moan of acceptance. Osaka started to flail her arms excitedly, the sharp metal points jutting into her wrists, staying firmly implanted in the tender appendages. “A girl could get use’ta dis” Osaka moaned loudly as both her holes were being pleasured.
As the ‘torture’ continued, Osaka could feel her head becoming lighter, and her pleasure rising. The young, no longer innocent girl did nothing to stop this; for fear that she would never feel a pleasure like this one again. Her whole body rocked in intense pleasure as she moaned to the two demon children, “I-I’m gunnah…I’m gunn-aaaah…I’m gunna cum!” Yomi and the strangely burnt girl chuckled, and Yomi walked slowly away, leaving Osaka to release in peace. All Osaka could think was ‘Get it together, get it together, get it together…’ for no apparent reason. Then she realized why. She knew that she was going to die. Osaka felt pleasure rush all over her body as she gave one last yell of pure, blissful pleasure before realizing the pain all over her body. Her moan died out, a groan now passing by her tongue and out of her body. Osaka’s eyes glazed over; reminiscing about the few short years she spent with her dear friends before coming to this hell. Osaka became limp, head dropping forward, wrists and legs submitting to gravity as the wires that bound her pushed farther into her soft flesh. Then Yomi and the other girl gave one last, soft chuckle before letting Osaka drop to the floor. Osaka laid spread eagle on the floor as the darkness seeped into her forever, and the darkness around her became her forever.
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Osaka Hill
Osaka stumbled into Silent Hill, loosing her good friend Yomi. This was days ago. Osaka didn’t know if the rest of her friends were looking for her, but she really didn’t see a reason why they would. Every passing moment in this hell hole made Osaka realize how big of a burden she was to them, and made her feel even worse about herself. But she pressed ever onward, hoping to prove at least to Yomi that she wasn’t a complete pile of shit, that she could do something in life that didn’t involve yaaaawning or staring off into space. As she pressed ever onward into the darkness, her spacey-ness had started to turn into courage, but she was still good ol’ Osaka on the inside.
The crazy people at the church had shoved her into this elevator shaft, saying that she needed to face the ‘darkness’ to be able to get Yomi back. ‘Guess they don’t know me do they?’ Osaka mused to herself as she clung to the wall whilst the elevator plunged to what she thought would be her demise. And it wasn’t going all that slow either. Osaka closed her eyes, muttering softly to herself, “I am not afraid of the dark, I am not afraid of the dark.” But each time she said this, memories of things that had happened in the past days flashed in the darkness of her eyelids. Memories of those creepy insect things, their demonic, pyramid-headed leader, that big sword he carried with him. She shuddered before opening her eyes and looking at the ceiling of the elevator car. “Maybe if I look up, I won’t feel like I’m goin’ down.” She whispered to herself, trying to fool herself.
As she looked up, the elevator slammed to an excruciatingly loud halt, slamming the frail, pale girl into the floor. She put one hand on the floor and crawled a short distance, tears streaming down her already tired face. “Why? Why me?” She cried softly before standing shakily to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes with her grungy, grease stained uniform. She looked cautiously out of the elevator shaft, hoping to see hide-nor-hair of anything that would scare the ever loving shit out of her, but she knew better than that. She may be stupid, be she, “Ain’t that stupid.” She muttered before stepping out of the elevator completely. The flashlight that was forced upon her before being thrust into the dark elevator by her side, she walked cautiously down the hallways, making turns that she dreamily remembered. She looked at all the walls, wondering what used to be on these walls before they were desecrated with this filth. But her day-dreamy thoughts were interrupted when she turned a corner and saw a gaggle of nurses in front of her.
“Oh…hello.” Osaka whispered. She knew. She knew these nurses were going to see blood, but it wasn’t to help her heal her wounds. Ooooh no, these hellish nurses were going to see Osaka’s blood spilt, and all over this already red floor on which she padded softly along. One of the nurses jittered largely, and turned around as if on Que. The rest of the nurses followed suit, all turning in their own grotesquely exaggerated fashion. Each and every one looked directly toward Osaka’s shining light, and to Osaka. The nurses from Kaiser Hellmenente walked at their slow pace, yet they were covering lots of ground, and quickly. Osaka gulped and turned off her light and through it into the nurses, a move she had learned from Tomo only a few summers before, when Tomo through the key to Chiyo-chan’s summer house into the bushes. The light hit one of the nurses, spraying blood onto others, and landed with a few clunks onto the floor before the last one, which also happened to turn on the light. Osaka watched in admirable horror. She didn’t know what was going to happen next, but knew that this was going to help her escape. He legs locked, still in complete fear of the hell nurses, but couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as she watched the nurses slit each other limb by limb with their skives, blood spattering all over the dark red walls. Osaka walked in her dreamily fashion past the murderous mob, the mob itself paying more attention to the light that intruded their darkness than the dumb-as-a-brick girl that was passing them slowly. “That was easeh” Osaka mused as she clomped past the hell-girls. Osaka passed the mob as the last two fought for the fabled light-box and opened the last door. It was done. The journey was over. Or so she thought. Yomi appeared out of a corner, her eyes completely white. “You’ve made it. The chosen one has made it.” Yomi turned to a small tent in the center of the room. “Did you hear that? The dumb one has made it.” A small chuckle came out of the three-ring-circus under the tent.
“Why…why are ya actin’ this way Yomi?”
“SHUT UP YOU DOLT! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“N-no, Yomi, what’s goin’ on heah?”
“It’s hell stupid! Man, you really are a member of the numb-nuts aren’t you?”
“Wha-what do you mea-“
Osaka didn’t have enough time to finish her sentence, because the last lap of her stay in purgatory was about to begin. A little girl pushed aside the canvas covering her. The grotesque body covered in blackened, shriveled skin sat up and gave a small chuckle before barbed wires shot out of all sides of the hospital bed the girl lay on.
“What’s goin’ on Yomi?” Osaka shouted as barbed wires curled their razor sharp points around her wrists. “Why are you just standin’ there Yomi? I’m not worthless, I got here didn’t I?” Osaka started to cry loudly, tears streaming down her face as more of the steel wire wound its way around her waist, tearing her uniform into tattered pieces on her body. More wiring slashed her uniform skirt into rags, exposing her white cotton panties to the hell she was in. Yomi laughed in a deep, dark way.
“Hahaha, seems even our filth hasn’t even made its way to her purity. Well, that will change shortly.” Osaka cried more, knowing what was going to happen. She closed her eyes and saw yet again what tortures she had already experienced, but decided none was worse than the pain she was about to face. The wires wrapped around her top and bottom squeezed tighter and spun slowly, destroying whatever remained of the fabric around her body, and also cutting deep into her flesh. Tears streamed quickly down her face as her naked body was exposed, and the pain spread through her body. The barb wire psychic then brought another wire slowly from under her bed and wound it slowly, teasing Osaka through the room until it reached Osaka, lying in wait between her legs. It sat there like an animal waiting to kill its prey. Then the wires grabbing her legs spread them apart quickly, leaving Osaka’s tender places exposed to the warm, dank air.
“No. P-please don’t. I’m sorry for whatever sins I have committed.” Osaka sobbed, her words being broken up by alligator tears. The animal-esque wire took its sweet time before Osaka felt the cold steel push against her flesh. “NO!” Osaka screamed, “PLEASE GOD NO!” But the wire didn’t listen. It pushed its way inside, one barb, then another, then another. Osaka could feel her flesh rip from her, chunk by chunk. The wire pulled itself out, the barbs pulling away more flesh, before the wire settled into its rhythm. What hurt Osaka the most, above the torture her virginity was facing, was the humiliation of this happening in front of Yomi. Osaka fell silent and thought, ‘That’s not Yomi. Even Yomi doesn’t have a heart that dark. It’s some demon.’ Osaka bowed her head and took her punishment in stride, tears still pouring from her eyes.
The steel elementalist giggled again, as though reading Osaka’s thoughts and confirming what Osaka knew to be true. The wire that was pumping into her then pulled itself out completely, ripping one last chunk of flesh out of the poor girl. Osaka raised her head slightly, her sweaty hair, falling in her face as she looked at the demon child. She knew that it wasn’t that simple, that her torture wasn’t over. And sure enough, the wire slid slowly back in, as though hunting for something. It found what it was looking for. The softest part of the female body, the part that releases the most pleasure. The wire found Osaka’s clitoris, and rubbed it with its tip. Osaka screeched with pain…then moaned in some sick pleasure. Osaka couldn’t comprehend it herself, but she derived some grotesque pleasure from the metal edge rubbing against her body. Panic left her face, tears beginning to dry up, though still leaving sticky trails on her face. She moaned audibly as the wire scraped her insides raw. She could feel her body lubricating the wire, though not with female juices, oh no. But Osaka didn’t pay ‘no mind’ as she would say to this bloody lube, and couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the wire. She bit her bottom lip roughly, trying to stop the moans from escaping her lips. She knew that more pain would come if the beast controlling the wire demons knew that Osaka was enjoying her torture. Try as she might a loud roar escaped her body as the metal barb made one last circle over her most tender spot. Both Yomi and the crispy demon chuckled. Osaka knew what was going to happen just before it came to her. The barb jutted itself deep into Osaka, new flesh being torn from her body. Osaka cringed and then gasped for air before moaning again, feeling warm juices flow out of her sheath. Osaka knew just as well as the two demons watching her: blood was spilling from her body in two trails down her legs, like Aunt Flow had decided to stop by unexpectedly. Osaka leaned her head back and short, breathy moans escaped her lips as the steel wiring pushed itself further into her body, rubbing the walls of her body roughly and quickly.
Osaka looked down at the two young girls with fire in her eyes. “Fastah bitch” Osaka muttered before she felt the wire inside push deeper and faster, Osaka riding the wave of morbid pleasure to its extent. Screeches of pleasure escaped as Yomi and the burned one started to laugh deep, dark laughs. The last thing Osaka saw before she leaned her head back again was Yomi walk toward her. The painful bliss she felt from her wire dildo was too much to take lightly. Osaka leaned her head back and let out long, loud moans as Yomi continued her advance toward her, a slight smirk on Yomi’s face. Osaka kicked her legs in pure pleasure, finding a way to ignore the shear pain that was erupting through her body, her flailing legs being cut deeply by the wiring wrapped around them so very tightly. Yomi walked behind the screaming, kicking girl, and placed her hands on Osaka’s firm ass, giving the cheeks a tight squeeze. Yomi then spread the cheeks open, exposing Osaka’s second entrance, now bloody from Osaka’s red fluid, which was now pouring out of her faster, leaving wide, deep red trails all over her legs. Yomi stood on her toes as the beast in control of those steel torture devices lowered Osaka to Yomi, and Yomi stuck her tongue out in an almost tender fashion. Yomi then licked Osaka in a place Osaka used to call her ‘exit only hole’ and immediately Osaka shuddered out a loud moan of acceptance. Osaka started to flail her arms excitedly, the sharp metal points jutting into her wrists, staying firmly implanted in the tender appendages. “A girl could get use’ta dis” Osaka moaned loudly as both her holes were being pleasured.
As the ‘torture’ continued, Osaka could feel her head becoming lighter, and her pleasure rising. The young, no longer innocent girl did nothing to stop this; for fear that she would never feel a pleasure like this one again. Her whole body rocked in intense pleasure as she moaned to the two demon children, “I-I’m gunnah…I’m gunn-aaaah…I’m gunna cum!” Yomi and the strangely burnt girl chuckled, and Yomi walked slowly away, leaving Osaka to release in peace. All Osaka could think was ‘Get it together, get it together, get it together…’ for no apparent reason. Then she realized why. She knew that she was going to die. Osaka felt pleasure rush all over her body as she gave one last yell of pure, blissful pleasure before realizing the pain all over her body. Her moan died out, a groan now passing by her tongue and out of her body. Osaka’s eyes glazed over; reminiscing about the few short years she spent with her dear friends before coming to this hell. Osaka became limp, head dropping forward, wrists and legs submitting to gravity as the wires that bound her pushed farther into her soft flesh. Then Yomi and the other girl gave one last, soft chuckle before letting Osaka drop to the floor. Osaka laid spread eagle on the floor as the darkness seeped into her forever, and the darkness around her became her forever.