>>43465575Minutes? Hours? Pippa had no clue how long she had been out. Again, she couldn't move, but this time she could see what was restraining her. Three bleach white insects, each six foot tall. They'd cocooned her upper body, her arms crossed, and had stripped of her all her dignity beneath. One of the insects chitinous eyes turned toward her and it chittered out some nonsense. "FUCK YOU, LET ME GO!" Pippa screamed at full volume. Suddenly pain from beneath her. Her ass and pussy both felt like they were tearing open and her insides were falling out. Pippa screamed again, rocking against her bed, where'd they'd tied her down. The bugs began chittering wildly, excitedly, almost... hungrily. Pippa screamed again. The bug closest to her nethers head shot up, chittered, then extended a blade from his claw. Another insect, closest to her head, clamped his hand around her face. A cloying substance entered her throat and, against her will Pippa fell asleep once more.
The next day she awoke, all traces of the insects gone, as well as the things that were in her guts. The only thing that remained was a thin line of stitches on her stomach, just above her pelvis. She touched the bandages, then crumpled, hot tears staining her cheeks. She'd been voilated and used, then sliced apart like a fucking science experiment. Bile rose in her throat and she puked into the sink. The substance mixed into a murk with the running water, flowing down the drain, just, Pippa thought, like her own life.
Epilogue:
The director of the mental institution sighed, straightening his papers, then looked up at Pippa's husband. "The entire pregnancy seems to have taken more of a toll on her than we thought. It seems that, as a defense, a personality called Pippa surfaced. She seemed to think we were all insects. Or African Americans. Or both," The doctor re-read the part about 'white bugniggers' and raised an eyebrow. "Either way, this pregnancy was perhaps ill-advised." The husband held the infant gently. "I know... but you know her, there's no way she would have agreed to any sort of abortion, and she would have known that a 'miscarriage' was fowl play. I think this may be for the best." The doctor rubbed his nose where his spectacles normally sat. "Either way, it's over now. I'm sorry that natural birth wasn't an option, she was in too much pain, even with an epidural. A cesarean was the only way to go." The husband nodded somberly. "I understand, doc. When can she go home?" The doctor looked away from the man's gaze into a monitor, watching 'Pippa' watching running water in the sink. He sighed. "Until the cesarean closes, two weeks. But I think I should observe her longer, at least-" "No. She'll want to be with the baby. And her episodes have been getting better, in fact they were gone before we took her off her pills for the anesthetic. It'll be ok." "Fine. Fine, then in two weeks, you can take her home."