Split-Tongue & Hung

You stood in the center of the ornate lobby, gazing up at the gothic ceiling, where archways met at their points. It looked more akin to a cathedral than a hospital — a surprise, compared to the dingy and dark halls you had been picturing. The photo and video evidence had done no justice to Rhodes Hill’s beauty.

You were a private investigator, currently working a medical malpractice case. Your client had been too afraid to even speak over the phone about their concerns, simply having sent a thick envelope: a packet, which contained both information on experiments, and the client’s firsthand account of their time there; several photos; and a flash drive with four videos on it.

The first video had shown shaky footage of what looked to be a medical prison: people in cages, suffering from… god only knew what. Some cried, others screamed. The rest were eerily silent, still…

The second video was similar to the first, only this time the people were replaced by monstrous creatures, something shocking but not unfamiliar to you. Raccoon City was only mere miles away from Wrenwood, even closer to Rhodes Hill… you knew its history, the mutations, everything. You’d worked more than your fair share of cases involving the derelict place. Still, seeing the creatures in this context was unsettling.

The third and fourth videos featured to specific… men, you’d say, although they seemed to be both more than — and less than — human. One was average enough, despite the four metal arms that jutted out from his back, moving around like a family of snakes. Meanwhile, the other man seemed like he was part snake himself — pale green/grayish skin, forked tongue, snakeskin suit. The motif was certainly there, along with other clear signs of mutation, like his gargantuan height and thick build.

After doing some research, you had figured out who they were. Well, at least who the big guy was — you’d recognized the notorious Dr. Otto Octavius as soon as you laid eyes on the extra appendages. What he was doing this far from NYC was, currently, anyone’s guess.

The big guy was Dr. Victor Gideon, a local virologist, and director of Rhodes Hill. It seemed he had come in contact with something dangerous, and had mutated because of it. You both had met once before, when you were working another missing persons case. He was at least a foot taller than you back then… how tall would he be now?

Suddenly, the lights flickered, putting you on edge. Then, all at once, you were plunged into darkness. The quiet hum of electricity that had filled your ears was gone, replaced by the type of silence only an old building like this one could provide.

Your ears perked when a soft, metallic clicking came into earshot.

*Move!*

You quickly kicked off your shoes, silencing your footsteps with the help of your cushioned socks. The clicks sounded as thought they were coming from upstairs, so you quietly jogged to where you remembered seeing a door on the ground floor. You didn’t bother to shut it as you entered the adjacent room.

Hurriedly, you felt around for another door or a hiding spot. Your hand wrapped around a doorknob, and you twisted it, pulling the heavy wooden piece open. As you entered, you felt the heat sucked from your body, sending a shiver through you.

*Must be some sort of storage area*, you thought, this time shutting the door.

Steadying your breath, you suddenly realized the fear coursing through you. It seemed to spike once you acknowledged it, adrenaline filling your veins. Your hands shaking, you reached into your pocket, and pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight.

You were in a storage closet, tight enough to where you couldn’t stretch your arms out. The walls were lined with shelves, holding blankets, pillows, hospital gowns…

*No reason to keep it so cold in —*

A sudden soft hiss came from behind you, causing you to freeze in place.

“Welcome, investigator,” a gentle voice said, an accompanying hand coming down to rest on your shoulder.

*Ice*. The hand was cold as ice.

You slowly looked down at it, your fear growing as it came into view. Gray, slightly cracked and scaled, *massive* —

You jolted forward, the hand easily letting go of you. Slamming open the door, you were not greeted by darkness, but rather four red lights, all whirring around, as if they were cataloging your body.

Your fear.

A metal appendage wrapped around your waist, squeezing your plush waist tightly. At first, you tried to beat yourself free, punching at the arm. All that earned you was a second arm wrapped around your arms and chest. You were effectively stuck, trapped in Dr. Octavius’ grip. The slight shine of red light bouncing off of his dark glasses let you know he was staring directly at you.

“Finally,” he said, voice gravelly and dripping with satisfaction.

Suddenly, you were spun around, coming to face Dr. Gideon. Well, mostly face, his visor blocking the upper of his face. He was massive, a good two feet taller than your last meeting.

Then, he lifted his hand, and brought it up to your throat. Wrapping his thick, long fingers around your neck, you felt him begin to squeeze, and the air start to thin. Each second that passed, you lost more oxygen, until your throat was fully constricted. Your eyes filled with panic. Brain not thinking clearly through the haze of panic, you tried to lift your arms in order to claw at the hand. However, wrapped in Dr. Octavius’ metal arms, all you achieved was pathetic wriggling, to the amusement of the two doctors.

“Shh,” Dr. Gideon hushed you as your body back to slow, “rest now, Y/n…”

Soon enough, you couldn’t but give in to the doctor’s orders, eyesight growing black, and body becoming limp.

The last thing you heard made you wish you would never wake up.

“You’ll be our little mouse soon.”

———

The wiggle of a toe. A small, almost unnoticeable movement, yet it was a sign of lucidity.

However, it wasn’t what *you* noticed first. No, what had first noticed was the sound of metallic clicking, steel twisting, and then… rapid footsteps. A pair of pairs, they approached you, stopping on either side of… was it a bed?

And then it hit you, the memory of what happened before you lost consciousness.

That was when you realized you were in danger.

You tried to force your eyes to open, though, the moment your lids parted, bright red light filled your vision. Quickly, you shut them, seeing after images in the dark. A metal claw, the source of the light being the center of it. Beside that, there was a blurrier image, though you could tell what — or, rather, *who* — it was. Round lenses, twistedly dashing smile… that alone gave him away.

“Dr… Dr. Octavius…”

It was difficult to speak, your tongue numb and jaw heavy.

“Oh,” you heard him say, “so you *do* know who I am? Well, I’m glad to know that the formalities can be skipped.”

Suddenly, there was a burning sensation on — no, *in* — your forearm, causing your eyes to shoot open. It was akin to your favorite strain of weed, the seemingly modified to increase euphoria… and arousal. Your vision blurred briefly as it hit you, your head lulling to your left.

There, you saw Dr. Gideon, his visor missing. He was looking directly at you, studying your features and expressions.

“It seems that the purification of the tincture has worked wonders for our little mouse,” he said, mostly analytical, yet with a tinge of amusement.

Then, Dr. Octavius reached out, stroking your flushed cheek. His touch set your skin ablaze, and you couldn’t help the lazy smile that stretched your lips. He pressed his thumb to your lips, and you quickly opened them, allowing the digit to rest on your tongue. It tasted of bitter salt and something else, something hidden.

You *shouldn’t* have enjoyed it. You shouldn’t have let his thumb slip inside, or allowed for his own smile to charm you so easily. And, most certainly, you shouldn’t have looked at Dr. Gideon as he inched closer to you, the thick outline of his bulge catching your attention. It was nearly pressing out from under the leather of his pants, the exposed skin above becoming coated in precum.

“You fell so easily,” Dr. Gideon mused, “jumping at the chance to come here… you must’ve felt the pull of your destiny. The desire to fulfill your purpose…”

Dr. Octavius tugged at your jaw, pulling your attention back towards him. You purposefully looked down this time, eyes tracing his smaller — yet still well above average — cock. A tinge of clarity came to you, and you hoped you’d take Dr. Octavius first. You’d already resigned yourself to your fate… even looking forward to it. Whatever they had running through your veins was certainly making you pliant and agreeable.

“Have you felt our gazes on you all this time?” he asked, pulling his thumb from your mouth, and spreading your accumulated spit across your bottom lip, “The cameras, your devices, the eyes of a competitor following from afar? The lengths we went to… just for you. Just to keep you safe, to *observe* you, study you.”

“We’ve craved you for so long, little mouse,” Dr. Gideon said, bringing his lips down to your temple, the soft skin brushing against yours, “every time we captured evidence of you giving yourself pleasure, we viewed the scene from every angle we had. Learned how to give you what you need…”

He huffed a small laugh, his cold breath tingling your scalp.

Then, in a more candid manner, said, “…my favorite view was from the front camera of your phone. Watching how your face twisted with each line of erotica… *divine*.”

Their confessions sparked anxiety in you; however, it was the kind that made you buck your hips in need, and moan wantonly, your body desperate.

Eyes half-lidded, you looked up, meeting their gazes one at a time. They both looked expectant, yet prepared to continue speaking, as if they had something to prove.

You tried to clear your head, and think for a moment.

Then, you asked, words slurred, “Who… who saw me first…?”

Dr. Gideon smiled devilishly, while Dr. Octavius scowled, glaring at the serpentine giant.

You got the hint.

Hand trembling, you reached up to caress the doctor’s cheek, the skin cold and scarred. He leaned into your touch, seeking the heat seeping out of you. His eyes softened as he looked down at you.

“My girl,” Dr. Gideon cooed as he leaned down.

You looked up at him with sweet, doe eyes, a bright blush tinting your cheeks. Smiling nervously, you closed your eyes, and brought your lips up to meet his.

This time, it was he who got the hint, wrapping his hand around your throat, and pulling you up to his lips. They met yours, soft yet textured by a thick scar, making you melt despite how cold he felt. You were entranced by the sensation, tongue twisting with his forked one as your combined saliva smeared across each other’s lips.

Dr. Octavius — not about to be left out of the fun — leaned over the bed, and ran his hand up your leg. His movements slowed as he reached your mound, as if teasing you. Your focus was torn between the cold lips and tongue of Dr. Gideon, and the warm hand of Dr. Octavius. Soon enough, he cupped you underneath the gown, causing you to realize that you were completely bare beneath.

A thick finger slid between your folds, slowly circling the ever-sensitive bud. You gasped, breaking the kiss as saliva kept you and Dr. Gideon connected. As he buried his face into your neck, littering your skin with kisses and bites, you looked over at Dr. Octavius. He was watching you closely, a slight snarl curling his upper lip. Catching the pitiful, needy look in your eyes, his free hand tangled in your hair, keeping you still as he dipped his head down, and traced a path from the bottom of your neck to your mouth with his tongue.

“You’ve struggled *so much* to give yourself pleasure,” Dr. Octavius whispered, his thumb taking over while his fingers slipped to your entrance, “such small, delicate hands don’t offer strength like *this*.”

Suddenly, he slid two fingers deep inside you, massaging against your g-spot. As your head lulled back, and you opened your mouth to moan, Dr. Octavius pressed his lips to yours, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. His tongue was just as exciting as Dr. Gideon’s was, as far as you were concerned. However, now you felt gagged by solid warmth, and tasted the spice of rum and a cigar.

Then, there was a ripping sound, and a frigid hand cupped one of your breasts, squeezing the hot skin. Dr. Gideon began to trail kisses down your collarbone and chest, before enveloping your nipple between his lips. Jagged teeth pinched and pulled at the bud, pebbled under his icy ministrations.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, one of the few things he’d said thus far.

All at once, you were empty, and Dr. Octavius had pulled back slightly, having broken the kiss. Before you could plead for more, a sharp, heavy smack came down against your soaked pussy, making your hips buck.

“Mmm,” he hummed, quickly reinserting his fingers into you, “she likes pain…”

Dr. Gideon bit into the supple flesh of your breast at that remark, a few teeth slightly breaking the flesh, enough to swell and bleed. You yelped, mostly mixed with a moan of pleasure. However, instead of pulling him away, you pushed the back of his head down, bringing him closer.

“Feels… so good…”

As you moaned, Dr. Octavius held you by the chin, keeping your mouth open as he spit inside. You swallowed instantly, then opened your mouth once again, silently begging for more.

“Disgusting little mouse,” Dr. Octavius spat, despite wearing a twisted smile, “is it getting to be too much? Is your sweet little pussy *begging* for attention?”

You nodded, reaching for him with your free hand, “Please… need you, doctor… both of you…”

Dr. Octavius pulled his hands away from you, leaving you cold and shivering from Dr. Gideon. You didn’t mind it, aside from missing him. Watching, you saw as the nuclear physicist unfastened his belt, teasingly pulling out his cock for you to see. It was thick, long, the head reddened and weeping. All it took was a pump or two to cover his member in the slick, viscous precum.

Your eyes were fixated on Dr. Octavius, allowing for Dr. Gideon to adjust himself. He sat up briefly, pulling down his pants just enough for his cock to be freed. Then, he fully climbed on top of the hospital bed, legs hanging off somewhat as he lined himself up with your entrance.

Dr. Octavius had come up beside your head, where your mouth was aligned with cock. You tried to reach out, and lick the tip, however, he pulled away with a cruel huff of laughter. The doctor then turned to look at Dr. Gideon.

“Do we still break her, or allow her to remain on the drug awhile longer?”

“Oh,” Dr. Gideon said calmly, “we break her.”

The virologist looked down at the IV in your arm. With the flick of a wrist, he pulled it out, the burning sensation quickly fading from the area.

The two doctors remained still, observing you as the drug left your body. Your head cleared, your body regulating itself, returning to its average status.

And then, your heart started to race.

You weren’t supposed to be here, not like this. You’d come to collect evidence, to put a stop to these men. How’d you get to this point?

Looking around for a weapon, you started to writhe, to fight back.

“Get… get off of me!”

The doctors laughed. They laughed, cruel and unkind, entertained by how horrified you were.

And then, they were inside you. You screamed around Dr. Octavius’ cock as you were speared and stretched by Dr. Gideon. There was no hesitation from either of them, pistoning between both pairs of lips.

“Amazing,” Dr. Gideon panted, “you… you’re so… *warm*… so — mmm *deep*…”

He was right — despite his length and girth, you were taking all 14 inches of him, his hips flush with yours. In the past, every man you’d been with had seemed… too small. Several times it was as if you couldn’t even feel them, and, when you could, they just never gave you that *stuffed* sensation that you craved.

Like the one you had right now.

*Fuck*, you thought, *he does feel so good…*

Dr. Octavius was gripping your hair, steadily using your mouth. You tried to focus on that as a means of grounding you, reminding your mind and body that you didn’t want this, that you weren’t enjoying… this.

However, your mind was weak, and your body was so close to shattering. And the way Dr. Octavius wiped your tears away was a gentle comfort that made you feel cared for — something you hadn’t felt in a *long* time. That, along with Dr. Gideon’s quiet praise hissed in your ear, pushed you over the edge.

You… you couldn’t *quite* remember why you had felt fear moments prior, the overwhelming bliss that ran through you indicating a positive reaction. And then you let out a breath you’d been holding, the twist of pain in your chest finally gone. You felt as though your mind was emptier, more free. It was a cleansing euphoria, almost as if you had been given a factory reset.

You sighed wistfully, feeling light and euphoric, joyfully kissing and licking the slowly softening cock that was in your mouth. It was only then that the world came back to you — only better. Brighter. Happier.

There was an almost sweet, tangy flavor in your mouth, the material viscous on your tongue. You quickly swallowed when you realized what it was — only to then proudly open your mouth and stick your tongue out, doe-eyes looking up at Dr. Octavius. His gaze was soft, gentle, mixed with a hint of something you’d never seen, and could not place. He gently brushed loose strands of hair back into place, and you nuzzled into his xxx hand, softly kissing his fingertips.

The small, loving gesture left Dr. Octavius breathless.

You then turned your attention to Dr. Gideon, whose cold lips and tongue swept over the bite marks he left on you, tending to the tender and swollen flesh. He soothed you, cooing as he pulled out of you, his cum dripping out of the stretched and stinging entrance.

After a moment, his eyes met yours, practically glowing as they looked down at you in wonder. You reflected his gaze; a soft, shameless plea — “allow me to see you”.

Looking between both men, you took in their features. Handsome, unique, sculpted and structured in softened edges that made your heart yearn. A surge of need filled you, though, it was not a sexual desire. Your body ached as it imagined their bodies — your skin against theirs — laying on either side of you, holding you tightly.

Soon, however, the heavy weight of exhaustion pulled at your eyelids. It was suddenly difficult to keep them open, to maintain visual focus. Then, your mental focus started to fade, leaving you with one final image: a second IV, perfectly lodged in your other arm.

———

You drifted in and out of consciousness for a moment, not bothering to open your eyes. Instead, you simply took in what you felt, and that was a mix of warmth, and a clammy, cool sensation.

With some help from your memory, the pieces fell into place: you were in a new bed, this one large enough to accommodate you, Dr. Octavius, and Dr. Gideon. All three of you were bare, naked beneath the blankets. Two arms were draped over you, making you feel held by both.