Snake Jaw

by Andrew Gallacher

“Looks like you’re walking, kid.”

  Then something caught his eye in the thick shrubs. He made his way through the trees and came to the strange colorful thing draped over a branch, so very out of place.

  “A beach ball?”

  Part 2 - Ophidian

  Chapter 1

  Vanessa woke up to find her breasts wrapped in bandages. The enormous mounds protruded from her chest, so large she couldn’t see her feet. She stood up from the bed in her little room and almost fell flat on her face from the weight of the things. There was a light on in the hallway and she saw somebody had placed a full size mirror in the room. She went up to it and punched it, trying to break a piece off to slit her wrists, but the mirror was just a sheet of tin.

  She barely recognized herself. Not only had they done her boobs and hair, but her lips had been plumped; swollen like two fat slugs. She looked more and more like Tiny every day. She went over to the toilet and sat down to piss, but the urine sprayed everywhere. She felt her vagina and it was as fat as a snake-bit horse. Every step she took she could feel her clitoris rubbing between her legs. She felt shamefully aroused and soon her mind drifted to all the cocks she wanted to consume, what great pleasure she could give a man with her new body. Despite the slave nature of her situation, she felt sexually powerful; in some way, perfectly desirable. She got up from the toilet and walked over to the mirror. She undid the bandages and let her enormous boobs breathe, the skin so tight around the implants that she could see her veins. Her nipples had been pierced and were chocolate brown from the tanning. She got down on her knees and imagined sucking an enormous cock with her big fat lips, gulping down gallons of cum until it made her vomit. Her fingers worked her mutilated vagina, tight as a closed fist. She shoved her other hand into her mouth and began to fist her throat, oddly aroused, surprised she’d never tried it before. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever been able to fit her hand in her throat. She was on the verge of having a long overdue orgasm when the sound of a baby crying distracted her from her fantasy.

  “Heather!”

  She stood up and, draped in the bed sheets, peered down the unmanned hall. She left her room and walked to the far door. She tried the knob and found it open. Could she escape? Looking the way she did, did she really want to? She exited the hall and found the main factory floor. The floor space was divided by hundreds of moveable corridors made of white sheets, all cordoned off to make a hundred or more rooms. Somewhere in amongst them was her child. She listened for the crying and crept slowly between the walls, watching every turn to make sure one of Phalanx’s orderlies weren’t coming the other way. Some semi-transparent walls were stained with blood splatters on the inside, like bodies had exploded on the operating table and then left to rot. The smell made Vanessa queasy.

  She heard talking nearby, footsteps coming her way. She panicked and unzipped one of the rooms and ducked in to hide. She stood back from the wall to blur her shadow and somebody grabbed her ankle. She gasped and cupped her mouth. She turned around and saw on the floor a naked woman kneeling on all fours heaving wet gargles of piss-smelling breath. She had a big transparent bag of organs on her back; her lungs, her stomach, even her heart was visible, beating away inside the gel casing. Tubes connected it to the base of her stomach where they entered through her belly button.

  “Are you okay?” Vanessa asked.

  The woman turned her head up to look at Vanessa. “Not in a million years,” she said, her voice was robotic like she spoke through an electrolarynx. The woman gave a silent cough and a small ball of mucous hit the floor in front of her, quickly followed by a gallon of dirty water. “It’s coming,” she said, and a pair of baby feet appeared from her mouth, soon the abdomen followed, and finally the head; the bulb expanding the woman’s neck to unnatural proportions. The baby hit the cold concrete, dead as a rock, and slid away in the wet puddle of slime. The woman grabbed at her stillborn child and hugged it close to her. She began to sob.

  “I’m so sorry,” Vanessa said, shedding a tear.

  The woman’s heart began to bleed inside the bag, drowning the organs in blood. The color ran from the woman’s face and she slumped to the ground clutching her dead child, both souls freed from their turmoil and Vanessa wished she had her child back so they could die, too. She turned to the desk and looked at the woman’s chart. Her name was Regina Harris, she was twenty-nine. The title of the chart simply stated: Oral Pregnancy. Vanessa wondered what her experiment was, The Snake Jaw? She put the chart back down and went to the door and listened. The coast was clear and she unzipped the door and snuck out again. The sound of her baby was still echoing off the high roof and she followed it.

  She came to a room with a little television screen in the centre. There was a video playing of a baby lying on an operating table. It was Heather, she was crying. This was what she’d heard. The video went static and turned off. Vanessa screamed and left the room and ran around the complex demanding to know where her baby was. She tripped on a severed arm and fell to the ground. Two orderlies appeared and took her away.

  Chapter 2

  Dr. Phalanx sat on an easy chair behind a desk and looked up at Vanessa and smiled as she was brought before him.

  “Good to see you up and out of bed.”

  “Where’s my girl?”

  “Your little girl is right here.” Dr. Phalanx walked over to a curtain and pulled it across to reveal a little playpen. Heather crawled around on the floor, enclosed by a little plastic fence shaped in a circle.

  “Oh, Heather!” Vanessa cried out.

  “We’ve taken very good care of her. She was a little picky with food though, so we had to make some adjustments to help her appetite a bit.”

  “What did you do?”

  “Let me show you.”

  Dr. Phalanx went over to a drum by the wall and lifted the lid. A little murmur of squeaks sounded from the barrel and he reached in and pulled out a big gray rat, holding it by its tail. He carried it over to the playpen and dropped it in.

  “Let’s see what happens now,” he said, crouching down by the fence.

  The rat did a full circle of the playpen looking for a way out, when it couldn’t find one it slowly approached Heather, sniffing the air.

  “Take my baby out!” Vanessa pleaded.

  Dr. Phalanx turned to her, the corner of his mouth curled upwards. “You should be worried for the rat.”

  The rat got close enough for Heather to grab it and, with lightning speed, the baby clasped the fat thing in both hands. Heather dropped her head back, facing the sky, and slowly lowered the rat into her ever-expanding jaw. Heather’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she slowly sucked the rat down into the acidic bucket of her little stomach.

  “You butchers!”

  “Butchers? I’d say we did a great job, barely a scar on the girl. At least she’s eating now.”

  Vanessa struggled to break free.

  “I’m going to rip your head off.”

  Dr. Phalanx walked over to the drum and put the lid back on.

  “Sedate her and take her back to her room,” he said. “She’s got a big day tomorrow.”

  Chapter 3

  Detective Gill and Deputy Warren pulled up outside Vanessa’s house.

  “I should have done this the first time I came here.”

  “You didn’t have a warrant then.”

  “No, but it could have saved her life.”

  “No use dwelling on the shoulda coulda, Detective.”

  They got out of the car and went up to the front door and broke it down. They walked slowly through the house.

  “What are we looking for?”

  “I don’t know. Anything that can give us some clue as to who these people are.”

  They went separate ways, Gill towards the bedroom. He stood in Vanessa’s doorway and looked around at all the clothes sprawled out on the floor. The cot was in the corner, towels draped over the railings, a half eaten banana on the dressing table nearby – bl
ack and rotten. He went up to the dresser to examine a photograph of Vanessa holding her child in the hospital; the father next to her. They all looked so happy. He thought he should get in touch with the father, let him know what’s happened to his daughter. He wondered why he hadn’t already; could have been a good lead. He figured he was just getting sloppy; too old. He wasn’t cut out for a case like this anymore. Perhaps he never was. Hopetown had never had a case like this.

  He opened a jewellery box and found a little collection of empty baggies. All of them had powder residue in them. He picked one up and sniffed it.

  “A damn shame,” he said to himself.

  “Detective!” Deputy Warren called out from the other side of the house, Gill made his way quickly towards him.

  “What is it?”

  The two men stood in the bathroom over the bathtub looking down at a pool of black slime.

  “Smells like shit, Gill.”

  “Yes, it does.”

  “Should I take a sample?”

  “You’d better.”

  The two men searched the rest of the house and found nothing but mess, as if a child left to its own devices lived there. They stood at the door about to lock it up and tape it off. Gill stared down the length of the shadowy hallway.

  “What is it?”

  “I thought I heard something.”

  “There’s nobody in there, we looked everywhere. Probably just a rat or something.”

  “Or a snake.”

  “Sure, but there ain’t no snakes around these parts. Not this time of year. More likely a rat.”

  “More likely nothing at all.”

  Chapter 4

  Vanessa woke up tied to a king size bed in a lush hotel room. It looked like the Grand. The curtains were shut, but the light was on. There was a large room service food tray beside the bed. She’d been transported overnight to this place, with no memory of how she got there. She’d been showered, shaved, and the white bra and panties she had on were clean. The bedroom was empty, but sounds were coming from rest the of the hotel suite. She figured she was there for somebody’s entertainment. Somebody had paid for all this. She could only wait.

  She shook at the neckties around her wrists. They were tight but with a bit of work she thought she might be able to loosen them.

  Then something ran across the next room, a person, not a man, too small. She paused and listened. She could hear frantic footsteps building up into a frenzy and then stopping with a stomp. They came again and the person ran past the doorway another time. It looked like a boy, about 11 years old. She felt comforted, knowing there was a kid around. Perhaps he could help her. She sat still and stared at the doorway. After some time the boy peeked around the corner of the doorframe and looked at her.

  “Hey, little boy. Can you untie me?”

  The little boy vanished around the corner again, but she could see his shadow, he was still there.

  “Come back. What’s your name?”

  The boy peeked around the corner and revealed more of his face. He had light brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black, satin boxer shorts.

  “Wanna help me out of this bed?”

  The boy entered the room reluctantly. He came up to the end of the bed and bobbed down and peeked up at her.

  “What’s your problem, kid? Are you a retard?”

  The boy didn’t answer, but it was clear to her the boy was mentally disabled.

  “Come up here and untie me.”

  Vanessa jerked at the ties again, gradually loosening them.

  The boy stood up and came over beside the bed. His hands didn’t tremble, nor his face show any fear as he pulled off Vanessa’s bra and panties. He hopped up on top of the bed and played with her boobs, rolling them around in circles over her chest.

  “Did your daddy get you all this?”

  The kid seemed to think for a moment then vaguely nodded. His attention reverted over to the food tray beside him. The boy looked at his blurred reflection in the silverware and smiled, before lifting the lid off to reveal a large platter with an enormous black dildo on it, as thick as a thigh, shaped like an overgrown penis. The boy picked it up clumsily.

  “What are you going to do with that, kid?”

  “Shove it down your throat.”

  The kid lunged forward holding the dildo like a stabbing weapon high above his head. He slammed the end down on Vanessa’s mouth, almost breaking her teeth. She tried to push her head away, but the boy kept hitting her face with it, trying to get it inside her mouth. Eventually she gave up and opened her mouth and the boy pushed the enormous thing far down into her. Vanessa’s eyes opened wide in shock, then rolled back. The boy began to thrust the thing in and out of her mouth, her jaw easily taking the mass. The boy had a little erection sticking out from the top of his shorts and he smiled and squinted and cried, completely incapable of interpreting such stimulation with his jumbled, retarded brain.

  Vanessa’s violent struggle eventually tore the ties from the bed and she grabbed the dildo from the boy and removed it from her throat. She pushed the kid to the end of the bed and watched his sudden panic. She ran to the door and closed it. She came back at the kid and started to beat him with the dildo. She got him on the floor and smashed his teeth in. The boy cried and tried to escape but he was just that little bit too slow. Vanessa didn’t stop beating the boy until he stopped moving, gurgling on his own blood. She stood up and saw the boy was still erect, his penis jutting from his bloody torso, clean and untouched. It pulsed with his heartbeat, then a little fountain of jizz spurted into the air and the penis stopped pulsing and the boy was dead, face crushed like a stomped-on cardboard box.

  Vanessa threw the dildo to the floor and went to the door. She searched the entire hotel room and found she was alone. She was, however, locked in. She went over to the window and saw a city outside. The room was ten stories up and the streets below were unrecognizable. She had no idea where she was. She went back to the bedroom, put on her underwear and went into the lounge and sat on the couch, waiting for whoever it was that was inevitably coming for her.

  Chapter 5

  Gill stood in the kitchen watching his wife make a sandwich for him.

  “I’ll be going out on the road today.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “Gonna go up to Templeton to see the girl’s ex. Talk to him face to face.”

  “What are you going to tell him?”

  “That we haven’t found her, or the baby. That it’s unlikely we will, alive anyway.”

  “That’s a crying shame.”

  “Yes it is.”

  She wrapped the sandwich in tinfoil and put it into a paper bag and handed it to him. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and left the house.

  He arrived at the Templeton trailer park at noon and drove around the small streets until he found the camper belonging to Benny Leeman. He got out and knocked on the camper door. Benny answered.

  “What can I do for you?”

  “I’m Detective Gill. I’ve been looking for Vanessa Moore and her child, Heather. You’re the father, is that correct?”

  “That’s correct.”

  “Can I come in, Mr. Leeman?”

  “Yeah, ok.”

  Benny sat down on the small sofa in his trailer, across from him the television chatted away with midday infomercials. Gill stood there looking at the rough little guy, his crummy belongings, and he thought the whole picture quite sad.

  “Vanessa’s ma’ called me a couple of weeks ago, asking me if I knew where she was. She said she’d gotten a detective to look into it.”

  “That’d be me.”

  “Have you found anything? Any leads?”

  “The situation isn’t good. She was kidnapped by an illegal organisation. It looks as though she’s involved in the sex slave trade.”

  “My god! Vanessa? This can’t be.” Benny broke down. “And what about Heather?”

  “Heather went missing
with her, we don’t know of her whereabouts either.”

  “Do you think they could still be alive?”

  “It’s quite likely. But I’d say she’s undergone some level of… abuse.”

  “Who are these people?”

  “If I knew that, I’d be knocking on their door instead of yours.”

  The television played a news update. Somebody had gone missing. Benny turned the volume up and they both watched a report on a Senator’s missing boy. It said the boy suffered a mental condition and can’t identify himself or understand where he is. The Senator came on the television and pleaded for anyone with information to come forward.

  “People just get snatched up all the time, don’t they, Detective.”

  “By the black mouth of the devil. Swallowed up overnight.”

  “I tried with her, I really did. To be a good dad; a good husband. Sometimes people just aren’t built for certain things.”

  “I hear you, Benny. I’ve been thinking that way myself lately.”

  “Is there anything I can do?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe swing by her house and clean the place up. Listen for any phone calls, she may escape and come home.”

  “I could do that.”

  “Thanks. I... I mean we, at the department, need all the help we can get on this one.”

  Chapter 6

  Vanessa was shoved into the back of a van by Dr. Phalanx’s orderlies. She fell hard on her back and lay there with her hands tied behind her while Dr. Phalanx and Dr. Ferngehn sat on either side. Dr. Phalanx reached down to her crotch and grabbed at her vagina and ripped the thing apart, blood and fat burst between his fingers. Vanessa’s scream was deafening.

  “That’s what you get for being such a cunt. Do you know who that boy was? He was the son of our entire source of funding! And now he’s dead because of you.”

  “The little shit deserved it.”

  “He was just a harmless little retard, you didn’t have to kill him. His father was just trying to allow him to taste the fruits of his wealth. But now that this has happened, we’re finished. If only you’d been the subservient little snake bitch you were supposed to be.”