Sleep was inconsistent for Nicora, due to the occasional strong cramp and the buzzing of flies. The new day was heralded by Otto returning with fresh buckets and lighting a candle that seemed to drive off the flies. He didn't try to clean her off this time though, or bother milking her - he went straight to the 'pump and flush' activity.
Whcih, well, Nicora does appreciate. It is a welcome distraction to the cramping. Her entire bottom half (and most of her upper half), by this point is coated in the effluence; making the Eeee feel more like a slug than a bat. The pressure build up and release does seem to do wonders for the cramping, if not the horrible sort of sounds it makes on exit; a splurching/splorching sort of noise. The best position for this also seems to be on all fours; it allows her to straddle the buckets.
The stone table isn't doing her knees any favors, however. But at least the drain isn't backing up yet. Otto pounds away for as long as he can, then has to take a break to change buckets. His own scent is pretty nasty by now, since he's also soaked through with stale blood. But he doesn't seem to mind, and is back in the saddle as soon as possible. He brought eight buckets this time, so is planning on a long duration session.
"Gods, what have I done to myself?" Nicora wonders during one of the 'down times'. Her butt is still in the air, but her head and chest have lowered. This unfortunately means part of her face has gotten slimy now, too. "And how can he keep doing this? I can barely stand my own smell. I smell like a corpse heap."
A green-furred face peeks up over the front edge of the table a few inches from Nicora's nose. It looks like a miniature version of Gorphat, who sits on the edge with her feet dangling down into the drainage trough. "He's turned out to be quite useful, hasn't he?" she squeaks to Nicora.
"Yes," Nicora grunts. "And this is awful. I'm like a giant horny slug." There's a rude noise from her lower regions, then another splat has they expel a bit more.
Chibi-Gorphat pats Nicora on the nose, and says, "Just like my lovely Magog. You should probably have the rat milk you on his next break though. So many will benefit from your sacrifice, you must be full of pride!"
Nicora wiggles her nose, which wiggles the ring well-embedded in her nose. "I won't be able to wear any clothing like this," Nicora laments, "I'm going to have to find a way to plug myself if I need to go out. How will this help people? I guess what I ... ooze can heal?"
"Yes, and of course having them see your sacrifice is important as well," Gorphat says. "Just take the rat with you when you need to stretch your legs."
Nicora arches her brow. "And let him mount me in front of them?" she has to ask. She also has to shift a bit, her chest is aching.
"Well, mostly him," Gorphat says, waving her hands. "There are men suffering from disfiguring venereal diseases that can be cured by immersing themselves in your Wound of course. It would be as if they were making love to me! Such an honor!"
"Well, yes, it is an honor to make love to you," Nicora does concede; she, after all, tends to Gorphat regularly. "I mean, I do find bliss when I tend to you lovingly." Her stomach gurgles loudly. "Is there any way to get rid of the flies, though? They're a pest."
"Flies are some of my favorite servants," Gorphat says. "They can spread my blessings, or clean up after them. They are not as nice as the horribs, of course.. but there are far more of them, and far more dead things in need of their attention. What do you find unpleasant about them?"
"They crawl all over me and congregate on my Wound," Nicora mutters, "And yes, I admit I am a bit more fond of horribs; I do, well, like mating with them or brood-hosting for them."
"Flies are my heralds," Gorphat says. "Pestilence is part of my nature after all," Gorphat says, and smiles. Maybe she enjoys that Nicora can still be uncomfortable about things. There's a break in the action for a bucket change.
"Mother ... " Nicora asks a bit hesitantly, "Am I going to end up brooding maggots? I can't really keep the flies under control and I know I felt them inside me when I was with Magog."
"Of course you are," Gorphat says, tapping the Eeee's nose again. "That's a critical part of it. Maggots are cleansing. They cleanse wounds, break down decay and rot. They are like little doctors."
"So, I should spread my wound and welcome them in?" Nicora asks as a shiver of ... squick rolls through her body.
Otto helps roll Nicora over onto her back before starting the next round, both to ease her chafing to finally tend to milking her by nursing.
Nicora goes uuf! She feels her gut already bloating once the rat is within her and, well, blocking things. The nursing does at least feel nice; it eases the chest ache; and she has a lot of chest to ache.
"I am the most welcoming of the Kindly Ones," Gorphat points out, after repositioning herself on top of Otto's head. "No one is too sick, too poor, or too lost for my embrace. Sunala and I are similar in that regard.. although she did favor the wealthy a bit more when it came to final services.. at least, before her 'reformation'. And nothing is more alone than a maggot. They are precious to me, and to Magog."
"Is that why you wish me to look like one in Eeee form?" Nicora asks in-between her moaning; she does gets some pleasure in the form of relief from the constant discomfort. With the way she jiggles on her chest; yes, it does kind of look like maggot legs.
"You chose this, not I," Gorphat claims. "I haven't forced any of this onto you, have I? You always had the option of giving up, but rose to the challenge instead. With my help, you will never face something that shocks you."
"I did choose this," Nicora admits as her gut gurgles and aches. "I wanted to take on a challenge willingly and impress you, Mother. I want to always serve you proudly; be your best Daughter. Be utterly your Daughter and worship you in all ways."
Gorphat actually gives a little 'squee' sound and claps her hands together on hearing this. "You do serve me best! Better than you do any of the others! I can almost taste their jealousy."
Nicora's lower bits make a cacophony of terrible noises. "I do try," she admits, looking at the small Goddess with what has to be adoration (or full-on insanity). "Either as your High Priestess, or as your neutered pet monster, Scourge. Wishing for Your touch is what drives us both."
Along with the butter churn sounds are the more gaseous ones as well, like deflating wet bladders. Otto contributes as well sometimes, since Nicora's milk gives him gas.. and there's a lot of milk to get through. He also squeezes to make sure to get the last drop, despite the breasts being mostly covered in gore.
"My dear, beautiful Scourge," Gorphat says wistfully. "My contribution to the Trinity. Scourge is beautiful too, by any standard, don't you agree?"
And Nicora enjoys some of it, in some way. Being almost completely slimy feels ... oddly good. It at least helps her tender bare skin a bit, perhaps. "Thank you for allowing me to serve you so utterly, Mother," Nicora moans. "And yes, yes, it is. You have so lovingly both crippled it by making the paws just so useless, removed temptations of the flesh, and given new appendages from with to deal with the world. Will Scourge share in any of the ... ooze production?"
"Scourge is not for healing," Gorphat laments. "It is a component of the Saboath. One of them has to be neither male nor female, to maintain balance. And to put it beyond the influence of Inala of course. She would like to be the leader, if only because she has nothing else to offer, compared to myself and Sunala."
"I do not spend enough time as Scourge," Nicora laments. "The form is both terrifying and wonderful in how it feels." The Eeee then arches her back again and groans in pain as waves of gas pressure release with a horrible gurgle of tones.
"And it has been so vary useful, hasn't it?" Gorphat fishes, sliding off of Otto's head to ride one of Nicora's bucking breasts. "You have discovered much about the enemy because of where Scourge can go that no other dares. When the city is saved, it will because of my contributions more than the others."
"Very useful," Nicora agrees. She doesn't mention the part about having no sense of smell would be really helpful right now too. At least her nosering obscures that sense a little bit. Nicora's breast is extremely slimy and slick right now, but at least it is empty and not aching (in spite of the constantly swollen nipples).
That is, until Gorphat squeezes the teat she's straddling, causing a stream of fluid to squirt out right into Nicora's face. Whatever it is is clear though, instead of milky green, and odorless.. but not just water. Otto doesn't notice (and obviously can't see Gorphat), but does start wheezing, which causes him to slow down a bit. He still thrusts hard, just with a longer pause in between. Hopefully all of this isn't adversely affected his health.
Nicora actually opens her mouth and tries to catch whatever it is that just came out of herself to taste it! Why? To find out what it is. She also tells Otto to stop if he needs rest in-between attempts to taste that, er, emission.
Whatever it is, it's very salty. Which doesn't do much for the irritated skin of the breast that produced it. Otto pauses once given permission, and excuses himself. Probably to use the toilet. With the Skreek gone, the condition of Nicora's skin becomes much clearer - some of the blood (which was already clotty to begin with) has hardened into a black crust over her legs and lower abdomen. The fresher stuff is in glops and globs over the crust.
Nicora grunts. She reaches down to try and peel off the blackened crus from her abdomentt. It reminds her all too much of insect carapace. She also stretches out and moves her legs around to get the muscles to stop complaining.
Moving is hard. Her leg muscles are all cramping, and even her butt feels bruised and numb. Of course everything looks bruised because of the blood.
Nicora sits up slowly, then stands just to give her butt some relief. Then it is going about trying to peel off her crust. She's also standing rather bow-legged, because of discomfort and a reaction to, well, the continues slow stream from her Wound.
Standing up causes some other crust to break, and things fall out even faster as a result. Apparently the crust can form inside of her as well. The buckets that have been filled also show the black chunks in it.. and a few wiggly white grains.
"Already?" Nicora says as she leans to look at the buckets. Her hands go to her lower gut and cradle it; feeling for any movement, other than just the gas. Her ears are quivering again; the Eeee feeling honest fear; this is far worse than anything she has done ... well, aside from the last horrib birth.
"They eat the crust and other tissues, and excrete a purified liquid," Gorphat says from Nicora's shoulder. "They are not common carrion flies."
Nicora cups a hand between her legs to catch some of the .. release, then looks at it. "What would happen to me if I did not ... brood these?" she asks.
"The blood would not be as effective," Gorphat notes. "And you would have very painful blockages and sepsis."
"Brooding it is," Nicora admits, as if she really had a choice in the matter. "I will need to come up with a way to control the flow and collect it; it's wasteful to just drain ... everywhere."
"That is easily dealt with!" Gorphat says. "You only need to carry a bucket of Sacred Leeches with you."
"Leeches?" Nicora blanches, "How do I ... use them? Where are they? I will go to them now."
"They are at the bottom of the Sacred Worm Pool, of course," Gorphat says. "They will rise up to you, in your condition. The other worms my clean you."
Nicora nods. With a waddle in her walk, Nicora leaves the patient room to head to a room she knows all too well; the worm pool.
Getting here was an exercise in clenching and using the wall for support - it would be easy to slip given the condition of Nicora's legs and feet.
Somehow, Nicora managed it. There were times she had to drop and just wait out some of the more intensive surges of cramping; but she had little choice in the matter. When she finally reaches the room, it's with a sigh of relief. Even the horrible smell in here is welcome relief to her own smell. She takes a few deep breaths, then waddles her way towards the pool. She's trying to keep the flow under control too with a hand cupping and holding her swollen area snug.
The slimy water is cool, but not too cool, against her skin. And the worms are eager to swarm her.. even though her tail's four-part jaw keeps gobbling up any that it can reach, even though it can't swallow them. Soon her skin is tingling where they nibble off the crusted blood.
Nicora sinks up to her neck and relaxes. It feels good; the slime is soft and caressing and the nibbles hurt much less than pulling off the crust on her own. The only distraction right now is the squirming appendage attached to her butt.
The currents in the slime caused by the wiggling of the worms keeps her outflow from backing up or sticking to her, at least. But as Gorphat said, it does attract things that she hasn't encountered before. When something large brushes her thigh, she thinks for a moment that it might be her tail, except that that is wiggling around near her back.
Nicora goes very still. "That was ... eeeegh," Nicora mutters, ears flattening down. She reaches down with her hands to try and feel about, find what touched her.
There's something swimming around between her legs.. something thick, but it flinches away at the touch. But then there's a tug.. followed by others.. on her rings. One by one, something is hooking them.
Nicora's eyes are wide and shocked. But, Gorphat suggested this and surely her mother would not do something that would endanger her too much, right? So, with ears quivering, Nicora actually spreads her legs and waits. "Don't panic," she thinks over and over.
It isn't easy! With the last ring hooked, something presses tightly against her mound.. and then something else probes deeply into her. She can still feel the body of it pressing against her, until the other end of it finds its way between her cheeks for yet another spot to latch onto (or into).
"Eeeeeeee," squeals Nicora through gritted teeth! Boy does she feel that, in excruciating detail. She's twitching from head to toe and trying hard not to panic, even though her heart is beating like mad. The slithering of the other end ... prompts Nicora to reach down and spread her cheeks apart to offer, well, Gorphat's mouth to whatever it is. She breathes, and tries to relax there too.
Once the leech is settled in.. it pulsates. And the tongue or rasp or whatever it is wiggles around inside of her, to scrape at the edges of her flesh to get the stickier bits of blood. And there are more of the things swarming around her as well now.
"Oooookay, this is definitely a new sensation!" Nicora says to the room. Her head is tilted to the side, one eye larger than the other, and the higher ear is twitching in time to the pulsing of whatever it is that attached to her. It isn't unpleasant, but it is extremely odd.
Another of the leeches breaks the surface of the pool, near Nicora's face. It's puckered head looks like it should be at the other end, until it unfolds into several 'fingers' with wing-like webbing between them, each ending in a curved black hook-tooth. The rasp extends briefly, looking like a carpentry tool made of little teeth.. and then it schlorps back inside and the mouth-head closes back up into a puckered ball.
And for some reason, Nicora leans down to kiss it. Why? Insanity. It has to be; she still may be trying to impress Gorphat. Or ... not thinking about that being inside her! Her hands go down to, well, pet the thing attached to her.
The other leeches coil themselves around her arms and legs, like vampire jewelry, until they can get their turns. It does bring some relief at least.. although it's uncertain if the sacred maggots can drown or not.
Nicora actually climbs out of the pool so she can get a better look at the creatures ... as well as see if she can walk when they are attached.
The bow-legged stance is still required, given the four-inch thick flesh tube attached to her nethers. The other, non-feeding leeches are thinner, but still as thick as her own tail. But they also blend in with her own complexion, being glossy white with green veins showing beneath the translucent skin.
Nicora is ... both freaked out and facinated, somehow. She reaches down and strokes over the creature attached to her, feeling it pulsate under her fingers. Perhaps she's channelling a bit of Nikky, but seeing a large thing attached and partially inside her, well, gives her a bit of a thrill. She's also grateful for the relief from the discomfort, even if it means she feels it squirming around inside her with those scary tongues. Even the oddity of having it firmly held in Gorphat's mouth isn't unnerving her enough to try and pull it out, even if she could.
"Mother?" Nicora says to the room. "This is ... divine," the Yodhgorphat claims.
"You will have to milk them once they are full," Gorphat notes, back on Nicora's shoulder. "Into a bucket of course. They should each hold a bucket-full, so will need to be changed every hour."
"Understood, Mother. How do I milk them? Just ... squeeze them out?" Nicora asks as she glances to Gorphat. She does have to shift a bit; things feel a bit odd on, well, the other end.
"I believe you have to relax their blood bladder sphincter," Gorphat replies, sounding uncertain. "Tickling or licking it or something.."
Nicora nods at this. "When the time comes, I will, experiment," the deranged Eeee says. "Thank you for allowing me to take on this challenge in Your name."
"Don't forget to visit the men suffering from venereal diseases," Gorphat reminds.
"Your Will, Mother," Nicora says formally and politely. The Eeee turns and walks out of the chamber, wrapped in leeches and walking spread-legged. It's a sight, to be sure, but such is the life of a Yodhgorphat. At least one as crazy as she is, anyway!
Walking like a pregnant woman isn't exactly fast. But given how she was restrained for her last few pregnancies it's at least novel for Nicora.
And Nicora doesn't seem to mind it. She even pets her new companions almost lovingly, and coos at them. The one that pulsates between her legs, though, that one actually makes her sigh with some sort of perverse enjoyment now and then. It rubs against her legs as she walks, naturally.
By the time she reaches her rooms, the connected leech is looking pretty purple, like a bruise. And then there's a new sensation. Something extending from the back end of it.. into Nicora's back end.
And this makes Nicora walk even odder. She ends up leaning against her wall and panting. "Is it time to change it already?" she wonders. She reaches down to rub the creature.
The leech doesn't seem ready to let go, and it's tongue is still rasping away. Given the hooked face, it probably isn't going to let go until it's good and ready.
Nicora is content to pet the creature slowly and speak works of encouragement to it ... while she waits and allows herself to feel and get used to, well, whatever else it is doing.
Every few minutes, the creature convulses and extends further into Nicora's rectal cavity like a balloon.
This causes Nicora to inhale and tense up. "Well, that's different," she mutters as she lets her breath out. It's not unpleasant, it's just more ... strange. She isn't even sure hof how big this will get and she has to wait until, well, it legs go of its own accord, too. So, she rests with her forehead against a clammy wall and her head tendrils writhing about slowly.
The other leeches squirm slightly on Nicora's limbs, and the buzzing of flies grows louder. More of them are landing on her bare skin, walking about and then flying off.
And Nicora has to force herself to let the flies land and walk about, even if it tickles. "They are prized of Gorphat" she thinks, "I must let them on me and ... in me." The last is probably to try and get her used to the idea of willingly brooding them.
For the moment, the flies seem to focus on her teats, which tickles. There's also a rattle of buckets, as a cleaned up (but somewhat thinner looking) Otto enters. "Ah, found you, High Priestess.. is every'ting alright? Your arms and legs look swollen.." Otto apparently can't tell that the pale leeches aren't part of Nicora.
"I am fine, Otto. How are you doing? You should not push your self so hard," the High Priestess notes as she looks up from the wall. "I am just doing Gorphat's Will and honoring her through sacrifice." She punctuates this by rubbing the thing attached to her between her legs.
"That's bigger than mine," Otto notes of the leech. "I like mating with you all the time though, High Priestess. But.. I do feel a bit sore and haven't eaten much. Do you need any buckets?"
"Leave a few and please go eat. I want you strong," Nicora tells him and even offers him a terrifying smile. "And you will get to mate with me again." She pauses there and asks, "Do you ... like the changes, Otto? The ooze and smell?"
"Changes?" Otto asks, looking up towards Nicora's new wiggly dreadlocks. He also sniffs. "Is something wrong?"
Nicora smiles. "No, everything is fine, Otto," she claims, even though her voice rises slightly at the end because something just swelled inside her.
"Call if you need help, please," Otto says, as he leaves some buckets at the foot of the bed (which has also been cleaned up). He then gives Nicora a kiss on the cheek, and fondles her fly-covered breasts before leaving.
"He's as crazy as I am," Nicora mutters to herself when the rat leaves her. How he can like Nicora so much, given her state, is lost on her. Nevermind that she adores Gorphat, no matter what.
Things continue to expand inside Nicora, reaching places she never felt anything before. But from experience with Otto, it should take about an hour to fill up the leech, and surely she's close to that by now.
Nicora just continues to pet the leech and wait for it to release its grip on its own. Then it's a matter of extracting it from, well, it's anchor. She'll deal with that when it comes.
The bladder keeps expanding, until Nicora can feel it 'turn the bend' in her large intestine.. but the rasp begins to slow, until it finally retracts into the leech's body. The claw-hooks release as well, but this leaves the leech dangling from Nicora's anus, the head reaching her knees.. and a lot of it still inside of her.
Nicora grunts when things detach and there's weight hanging from her. She takes a few breaths and reaches down to take a gentle grip on the leech. She then breathes in, then as she exhales slowly, she tries to relax her other end and gently pull on the leech to see if it will start to well, slide out.
There's a lot of slime for lubrication, so the leech does pull out slowly. The bladder is bright red and two inches thick as it comes out.. and keeps coming out. While Nicora is focused on this, the flies start to swarm around the now vacated Wound and its flow.
Nicora actually spreads her legs. She even pauses to hold her Wound open for the flies. "Grace Mother's altar and give your gifts," she murmurs to them. She then waits a minute or two for the flies to really, well, settle in before she resumes extracting the leech. It's hard for her to have done that; especially letting the flies, well in, but it is Gorphat's Will and she is just an extension of that.
It's a very ticklish situation, at least up front. It's a very gassy and dripping one from behind, especially once the last of the leech-bladder comes out. The sphincter is a dark puckered spot on the end of it.
Nicora then settles down on her bed, legs spread and the leech in her lap. For a bit, though, she leans back and uses her hands with fingers deep to hold her Wound open as wide as she can. "Bless me, creatures of Mother Gorphat," the Yodhgorphat murmurs in reverence.
The satiated leech seems torpid, while the others are starting to stir more. The flies are also crawling over Nicora's fingers as she holds things open.
And Nicora just ... waits for a bit to let the flies, well, crawl deep inside. It's an effort of will, honestly, to do this. "I give of myself in Your name, Mother," The Yodh thinks.
The flies move in and out, eventually flying away from Nicora. Soon there are more leaving than arriving.
Nicora then draws her hands away and lets her Wound relax a bit; and keep on oozing. That's when her attention returns to the leech in her lap. She collects a bucket and sets that beside her. Then she picks up the sphincter end and well, tries to tickle it, then failing a reaction from that she will ... lick it.
It doesn't react to a tickle, but the lick causes it to open and start spurting out gooey blood. Luckily the buckets are right there..
Nicora quickly moves that end to the bucket and starts to massage it. "Bleah, I licked it!" she thinks, feeling ill.
It takes some time, and plenty of squeezing, to empty out the long bladder, which also require the occasional re-licking. Only then does the bladder retract back into the leech. One of the other leeches on Nicora's thigh starts to unwind and makes it way towards the flow of riches.
And Nicora then tries to wrap the now drained leach around her thigh ... and encourage the once that has started to unwind to approach her Wound. She even stands up to make access, well, easier. She's actually petting and speaking words of encouragement to it as it unwinds and slithers upward. Part of her wonders what in the world she is doing ... and the other part is giggling in bliss at serving Gorphat.