A Futile Effort

Pluto withdraws his arm with a slow, slick shudder of flesh against flesh. The sudden emptiness is a cold, yawning void, and a tremor runs through me that has nothing to do with the chill of the stone. He shifts his weight, his shadow falling over the wreckage of my body. For a long moment, he is still, his gaze heavy and considering as it traces the swollen, glistening contours he has reshaped.

His breath is a low, steady sound in the quiet. His hand settles heavily on my hip, a possessive weight that keeps me pinned in place. My gaze falls, drawn against my will to the sight of my own body. The skin there is flushed a deep, mottled red, swollen and glistening in the low light. The opening is a dark, gaping O, slack and utterly foreign.

A strange, involuntary spasm begins deep inside my ravaged and unrecognizable cunt, a tremulous and pathetic attempt to clench around a vacancy that has become its new state of being. The effort is futile; the edges remain loose and glistening, refusing to return to any remembered shape.

His fingers, still slick, trace the trembling rim. A faint, involuntary pulse flutters there, trying to close against the overwhelming openness. A soft, guttural sound escapes him, something between a laugh and a grunt of approval. He watches this last, weak rebellion of my flesh with a dark, focused interest, his thumb pressing down to still the feeble tremor.

I watch this ghost of a muscle memory, this useless, twitching echo, and a cold, sharp clarity settles over me. I am not the woman who walked into this desert. She is gone. This trembling, open wound is all that remains. It will heal, but the trauma never will. A wave of shame so profound it feels like vertigo washes through me, cold and sharp.

Pluto finally releases me and straightens to his full height in the middle of the tunnel. Blood runs down one side of his bald head while his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. The giant mutant looks more annoyed than injured. Behind him, the flickering mine lights sway gently from the **** of the fisting.

Dust continues drifting lazily through the stale underground air. The moment his attention shifts away from me, I move. I throw myself forward and begin scrambling desperately across the dirt. My hands claw for purchase against the gravel while my bare feet kick wildly behind me. I only manage a few yards before thick fingers suddenly clamp around my ankle.

"No!" My body jerks violently backward. Pluto drags me across the cavern floor as effortlessly as a child pulling a wagon. Dirt smears across my stomach and legs while loose gravel tears at my skin. I twist and kick with my free foot, trying to break loose, but the giant mutant barely seems to notice. "Let me go!"

I grab desperately at the mine tracks as they slide beneath me. My fingers scrape rusted steel for a second before Pluto's relentless strength tears me loose again. The giant mutant turns and begins walking. He does not carry me. He does not throw me over his shoulder. He simply drags me.

My body slides through the grit behind him while the tunnels slowly begin changing. The flickering electric lights become less frequent. The distant hum of the generator fades behind us. The air gradually grows warmer and drier with every passing minute.

I continue fighting anyway. I claw at rocks. I grab support beams. I hook my fingers around rails. Each attempt lasts only seconds before Pluto yanks me free again. The giant mutant never even breaks stride.

Eventually the abandoned mine gives way to natural tunnels once more. Timber supports disappear. Rusted tracks end. The walls narrow into rough stone passages twisting upward through the mesa. Fresh desert air brushes across my face.

The realization sinks into my stomach. We are leaving the mine. The tunnels continue climbing steadily until faint sunlight appears. I squint against it as Pluto drags me toward the opening. Then we emerge into the desert. Heat crashes into me immediately.

After the cold darkness underground, the afternoon sun feels almost unreal. Red stone cliffs tower overhead while endless desert stretches in every direction beyond the mesa. Wind whistles across the rocks carrying dust and the smell of baked earth. Pluto finally pauses.

I lie sprawled in the dirt at his feet, breathing hard and covered head to toe in mud, dust, and bruises. The giant mutant glances down at me. "Papa gonna be real interested in you." My stomach tightens. Then Pluto gives my ankle another sharp tug and starts walking again. This time, there is nowhere left to run.