Thank you Malesor. This has really pushed my writing and I really enjoyed writing this.
Im hoping to do more combat like stories like this in the future, but probably shorter and more intense.
Anyways, here is the final part and conclusion. Let me know what you think guys, im open to feedback good or bad as again im hoping to continue with suff like this.
Rumer choked on her own blood violently. Her spit turning red and dribbling from her mouth in a slight foam. A red pool formed under and around her, lubricating some of the older entrails of hers that were beginning to catch the air and become stale.
Farren raised her knife again, preparing the 14th stab. With a satisfying yell she slammed it again into Rumer’s chest once more, taking heavy deep breaths and chuckling in between.
The blade ripped into Rumer's soft flesh with a jolt of fresh pain that she experienced over and over trough gritted and stern teeth.
Farren was enjoying this… even more so that Rumer was still alive. Most of her opponents didn’t even last half as long, and here she was watching her opponent experiencing absolute hell.
To her this was pleasure…being the sole reason for life and death, and having the power and fate of someone’s life in her hands.
Being the one to control the thoughts and feelings and emotions of the last moments of someone’s life.
That power was her pleasure. And she was loving every moment of this.
She couldn’t help it. She had to touch herself, savor and make the most of this moment. She had to take this rare chance and act on it
Lowering her head across Rumer’s body, she dragged her face through her open gut and her warm and wet entrails.
A vile wet squelch softly rang through the air as she pressed and rubbed her face further into Rumer’s near empty gut. She spread her hands, leaving her second knife embedded deep into Rumer’s chest and grabbed a fist full of surrounding entrails, giving them a squeeze and scooping them together towards her face.
Rumer jerked in uncomfort. It was hard experiencing the feeling of her insides spilling from her body, but it paled in comparison to having someone of something explicitly grabbing and tugging on them. She groaned and let out a silent but painful yelp as she felt her delicate guts be tugged and pulled and squished in various directions.
Her eyes began to roll back as she struggled to keep composed with the pain.
Farren moaned with her body pulsing in pleasure as she rubbed and played with Rumer's guts, smearing the wet fleshy tubes across her face. Her senses heightened, sniffing and licking and diving herself deeper into Rumer's gut with her eyes rolling backwards too…only in pleasure, much to Rumer's unimaginable discomfort.
She raised her head back up from being embedded in Rumer's guts, bringing with it a handful of gore pressed and rubbing tightly against her mouth and chin. Farren moaned in a deep sense of satisfaction, taking a few more seconds of pleasure before dropping the slimy coils with a splat.
Her head rolled back and she stretched her neck as she looked up in pleasure to the skies, letting out a deep moan of satisfaction.
A flash of silver darted across her throat as the air around it whistled.
A slow building pain in her neck begin to rise…followed by a warm feeling ticking down her chest.
Farren choked and raised her hands to her throat as she struggled to breath. Her mind suddenly switching from pleasure and joy to pain and panic within a split second.
The pain was immense, but it was her breathing and the bleeding that took the biggest hit. With each breath she took, she swallowed and choked on her blood which began to pour at an alarming rate.
Farren’s eyes darted towards Rumer in panic…to find her holding the knife handle that rested deeply into her own neck
Rumer she was free…no longer pinned to the pillar.
With Farren’s attacks, her own painful jerks and writhes in agony, Rumer loosened the knife that pinned her hands to the column.
Farren focusing on her own pleasure gave Rumer the chance to painfully wriggle the last part free and use her own knife against her, plunging it deep into Farren’s throat and slicing perfectly through her vital carotid artery.
Without any hesitation, Rumer dragged the blade across Farren’s neck and opened it up horrifically, leaving a fist sized slash across her neck and yanking it out. A warm splash of fresh blood squirting over her face and chest, with a steady flow beginning to pour down Farren’s neck
“Fucking…. got…you….bitch.” She thought to herself, finally getting the one strike she waited for this entire battle.
Farren was to die with her here in a matter of minutes. The battle was reaching its climax.
Farren gagged and panicked. Her hands soaking with blood as she held her throat.
The strike was critical, and she approached death with each spurt of blood that rhythmically squirted from her neck with her heart beat.
Hey eyes widened and her face scrunched In anger and shock. She let out a scream…only resulting in a raspy gargle with the hole in her throat and blood spilling down it.
In a last ditch fit of rage she plunged her hands into Rumer’s gut. Her palms disappearing into the mess of entrails and rummaging around to find something…trying to grab hold of whatever she could and tear out whatever remained in her opponent.
It was a messy frenzy. Rumer wailed and choked again, felling Farren’s hands violating her and intruding her body. She felt a pressure wrap tightly around something in her gut, and with a tight squeeze, she watched helplessly as a brown slimy object slowly was pulled from her belly.
Her eyes seemed to bulge out of its socket’s horror, and with a sudden plop, her liver escaped. It seemed to resist against Farren’s grip, flopping and slipping in her hand, still connected to other areas of Rumer’s body.
“AGHHEHHHHH!” Rumer screamed with horror. Seeing another of her organs escape her body and expose themselves to the world. Blood shot from her mouth again, as Farren continued to tear her inside out. The remainder of her intestines flying in the air with each fistful Farren managed to grab and rip like an animal.
Rumer sprang into action, with a final burst of adrenalin. She pushed, and her body responded in a last-ditch attempt to protect herself. Setting aside the agony she felt for just a few moments to finish this fight.
She tore the blade from Farren’s neck, slammed it above her left breast and sliced downwards with all of her strength. Another splash of blood sprayed over her and Farren jolted with pain.
For the first time Farren began to feel control slipping from her.
Her head started to spin with and her vision became blurred from the struggle of oxygen and the loss of blood.
More adrenalin rushed through Rumer’s body and she roared with motivation, the images and thoughts of those she lost and those she swore to protect and serve racing through her mind.
Using the embedded blade locked deeply in Farren’s own flesh to pull herself up face to face with her opponent, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
“You are… going to …FUCKING PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE” She screamed in Farren’s face.
Blood spat across Farren’s eyes blinding her temporarily, and with a final triumphant grunt, Rumer gripped the knife with her remaining fingers and dragged down one final time, slicing a ragged and messy gash from Farren’s breast and all the way down to her crotch. Slicing almost perfectly through her vagina and clean through her delicate moist lips that were burning with pleasure a few minutes ago.
Time stood still.
The both were locked in a position, waiting in anticipation for what was to happen next. Blood sprayed over them both once again for the final time, as Farren eyes widened. Her head rocked back and forth with the shock of the wound…and suddenly…
Farren’s belly opened up. Her guts slithered and squirmed out of the deep gash and entwined themselves with Rumer's. The sound was disgusting, with both of their guts slapping and sliding in and out of each other.
Rumer could feel their guts pressed against each other. The warmth that radiated from Farren’s freshly exposed intestines was somewhat comforting, as she could feel herself getting colder and colder with each second.
Farren’s body jerked and swayed as she felt the life fade from her. The world began to spin and her vision blurred. Her heart pumped furiously but it soon realized there was less and less blood with each pump, slowing down with her brain starved of precious oxygen.
She couldn’t breathe with her neck gashed open, and She slowly started to drown in the blood she could not help but swallow, watching helplessly as her insides spilled from her body with each panicked and frenzied breath she took.
It was a vicious cycle. She struggled to breathe…and with her deep breaths and panicking she involuntary squeezed out more of her insides, which made her panic more and struggle to breathe more, which pushed out even more of insides…
Hundreds of disembowelments by her hand, exciting her and filling her with pleasure…yet seeing her own filled her with horror and dread. The sight of her own entrails escaping from her body and lifelessly splatting among the ground…she was in utter disbelief.
She leaned forward slowly…and fell. She seemed to try to fight it as she could not hold herself up anymore…slowly leaning closer to Rumer as her core muscles gave way. She wheezed and struggled to breathe as her breaths got longer but less frequent and finally rested her forehead on Rumer's.
Both women lay there in a somewhat embrace. Covered in their blood and guts, waiting for the life to finally leave their body. Their eyes starring point blank at one another with their faces pressed together.
Rumer's breaths remained constant. Despite the mess of her body, she kept hold of her life, looking into Farren’s eyes with her own, seeing nothing but pure hatred and rage…and then suddenly nothing.
The battle was over.
Farren was dead.
Her lifeless body slumped over as her muscles relaxed completely. Rumer twisted slightly to the side and Farren’s body slid to her right, tumbling next to her in a bloody mess of gore.
“Fuck. Fuck…Fuck” Rumer whispered under her breath with relief. She looked down at her body one last time to assess the damage….and it was all but certain she would die here too.
With her guts and insides spilled and eviscerated across the warehouse, it would take a serious medical miracle to even begin patching her up. Her entire body was practically emptied of its contents, yet despite the horrific sight, her guts managed to avoid any major damage.
Farren’s knifes tore Rumer apart. Her skin, flesh and meat taking the heavy damage, with wounds that would probably never properly heal and leave a life time of issues and complications. But her delicate organs managed to avoid the same fate.
She thought maybe this was on purpose. The way Farren seemed obsessed with wanting to gut her as much as she could.
She took a deep breath waiting patiently for her life to fade away, and save her from the agony she felt all over her body… but was just greeted with more and more of her insides expelling themselves from her delicate core.
“Fuck…How much more have I… got left?” She thought to herself. Her arms flopped to her side and her head tilted as she looked on at the grim sight.
She could only watch as what she assumed was her stomach began to protrude itself out of her belly. It rotated slightly under the surface of her large gash, to find the best angle of escape, almost as if it wanted to be freed from its “prison”, shifting around before it found the right spot.
With a gradual swelling of her belly, it popped out of her suddenly, slightly dangling to the left side of her opened gut, and her wound snapping and closing back behind the exposed stomach…a spill of blood and fluid following after as her body expelled itself.
Rumer choked as it forcefully popped itself out, pushing past the layer of her torn abs and skin. It was almost as if she was giving birth, something she actually did consider one day…soon.
Maybe if this fight ended differently she would have retired? Focusing on having settling down and finding someone to love…raising a family…putting this violent and dangerous life behind her.
Or maybe this way was for the best? No doubt she had made a large number of enemies, to the point where she would always be at risk of being targeted for the rest of her life.
No, this was for the best. The thought of putting those she would have ended up loving at risk was unfathomable.
She raised her dismembered hand right and placed it literally on her stomach, resting her fingertips delicately on the exposed organ and imagined the image of a newborn baby.
All the pain and agony she felt faded away. The footage in her mind of each slash and stab she experienced, paused.
Just for a few seconds, she felt at peace.
A pressure suddenly began to build up in what was left of her lower belly as she felt something suddenly feel completely out of place. She snapped back to reality, ad looked on once more as her belly opened up once again
A pink wet looking surface began to slide out of her from her lower crotch, rising upwards and following the same movement path as her stomach did a few seconds ago.
“How…I…Ironi…Ironic” She thought, knowing exactly what is was staring back at her.
Her uterus poked out and stopped. Securely held in place by other parts of her interior genital area and swelled up like a small balloon, slightly pushing out more of her stomach and another coil of her intestines that remained tucked below.
She looked to her right, taking a moment to watch Farren’s lifeless body slowly spill less and less of her blood. Farren’s warm and fresh intestines sliding over her own.
Farren’s eyes were wide and glazed in a stare of nothingness, yet fixed on Rumer. Her life faded away with an intense glare which stuck after death, sending a chill down Rumer's spine as she locked eyes with Farren for the final time and everything started to slowly blur.
Rumer mind raced, replaying the last brutal 15 minutes or so over and over again in her mind, between lamenting on those she sacrificed herself to protect.
Her last thoughts fragmented.
One moment, the image of her smiling comrades in admiration…
Then suddenly the horrific image of Farren slitting her belly open and gutting her for the first time…
Her parents lovingly embracing her, seeing them after a long lengthy mission and stroking her back…
To Farren slashing and stabbing her back again and again. Chunks of her flesh peeling away…
The touch of previous lovers’ lips on her perfect breasts and perky nipples…
And then the moment Farren hacked and sliced them to chunks of fatty meat….
The world darkened, and her head began to lower as she rested against the pillar.
“This…is it…I’m going.” She thought. Tears beginning to form in her eyes as her life began to fade from her.
Her body lurched one final time. She arched her back towards the sky and made a raspy noise, her mind accepting her death but her body refusing to give in…
And then nothing.
Her body crashed back down with a splat in her own blood, and the air exited her lungs, with her head flopping to the side and her upper body slowly leaned over.
Her lifeless body fell to the floor next to Farren’s, and laid there motionless.
Both of them defeated. Next to each other wide eyed, their faces close and laying on a bed of gore.