Aaron's body lurched as the clown skin ripped away, falling from him in strips of light and black smoke. The jagged grin and freakish bulk bled off like it had never been there, snapping him back to human with a violent jolt. He hit the stone floor on his knees, choking on his own spit, lungs dragging in the heavy stink that filled the cave.
It was everywhere. Copper tang of blood, acrid stench of shit, thick reek of cum, clotted so heavy it stuck to the back of his throat. He gagged on it before his eyes even opened. And when he finally looked—
The scene made his stomach drop into his shoes.
Two bodies.
The first, the alien woman, the one he'd destroyed earlier. Her pale-blue skin was even pale now, twitching faintly, her pussy and ass nothing but gaping, ruined holes. Cum and piss puddled under her, her mouth foaming with every shallow gasp, muttering broken fragments of words that didn't even sound like a language anymore. She was alive by some shred of biology, but her body was finished. Her eyes rolled without focus, her chest rattled, and every jerk of her limbs sprayed more fluids onto the rock.
Beside her was the camper girl. The one he'd dragged from the woods. She wasn't twitching. She was convulsing. Her dog's leash was still wrapped around her wrist, knotted tight from when he'd yanked her into the dark.
His chest rose and fell like he'd just run for his life, but there was no escape here. The stink clung to him — sex, iron, and rot all mashed into one.
The HUD bled open in his vision, burning red.
[- LUSTIRX: TARGET ACQUIRED -]
•— TARGET NAME: EMILY CLARKE
•— AGE: 22
•— SPECIES: HUMAN
•— BREED COMPATIBILITY: LOW
Her name. Emily. That was enough to split Aaron's insides apart worse than anything the clown cock had done to her body. He clenched his fists, nails slicing his palms, because now she wasn't just a body on the floor. She was someone. And he had to look.
Her pussy wasn't even a pussy anymore — it was a cavern, skin flayed raw, lips torn wide and permanently spread open. Cum and blood dripped out in heavy strings, the insides so ruined they looked like red meat left out to rot. Her ass was worse. The thorns had carved jagged trenches into the rim, every cut tearing it wider until it hung slack and gaping, nothing resembling a hole anymore. Her insides bulged out unnaturally from being shredded, like someone had stuffed a bomb inside and set it off. Both holes leaked in thick gushes whenever her body twitched.
Aaron gagged, bile splattering the ground beside him, but the HUD didn't give him mercy.
•— Remaining Vitality: 11%
•— Uterine Cavity: Shredded – Beyond Repair
•— Anal Cavity: Shredded – Beyond Repair
•— Neural State: Seizing – Motor Collapse
Emily convulsed on the ground, body jerking so hard her head slammed against the stone. Foam spilled out of her mouth, bubbles mixing with streaks of blood. Each seizure forced her ruined holes to gape even wider, pushing more cum and fluids out, drooling down her thighs in sticky rivulets. The sight was so wrong, so raw, Aaron shook his head like a man trying to wake from a nightmare.
"No… stop, stop showing me," he begged, but the Lustrix forced his eyes open.
Her pussy was yawning so wide now he could see straight inside, walls torn, strings of cum hanging like glue. Her asshole was just a ruined gap, twitching uselessly, torn ridges flapping wet whenever another spasm hit her body. She didn't even look human anymore — just a used, broken hole barely clinging to life.
The HUD updated coldly, the numbers dripping lower.
•— Remaining Vitality: 7%
•— Neural State: Collapsing
Aaron's chest heaved, air tearing out of him like sobs. His face pressed to the floor, tears mixing with spit, but it didn't stop the mask. He was forced to watch Emily shudder one final time. Her back arched, her jaw hung wide, silent scream frozen on her lips as a gush of blood-cum cocktail poured out between her legs. Then she went slack.
Her holes stayed open, gaped beyond repair. Her pussy drooled thick sludge, the lips no longer closing, stretched permanently. Her ass hung ruined, ragged edges quivering in the cave's stale air. She wasn't a girl anymore — just a carved-out doll left leaking on the floor.
The HUD blinked again, merciless:
•— Remaining Vitality: 3%
•— Vaginal Breeding: UNSUCCESSFUL
•— Anal Breeding: UNSUCCESSFUL
Aaron's stomach clenched, dry heaving until his throat burned raw. Emily's name, Emily Clarke, stayed glowing red across his sight like a curse he couldn't erase.
He whispered, broken, "I didn't want this… I didn't want this…" over and over until it bled into sobs.
And then the HUD shifted again, red lines drawing across his vision, a new prompt pulsing steady.
[- LUSTIRX QUERY -]
•— TARGET DAMAGED BEYOND FUNCTION
•— RESTORE THE TOY? [YES / NO]
Aaron froze, staring, bile crawling up his throat. The mask wasn't asking him if he wanted to save Emily. It was asking if he wanted her fixed up just to use again.
The whisper of the Lustrix curled in his skull, sweet and rotting at once:
She can still serve. Just say yes.