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Undead Legions: A Homage to Deathstalker
By : JayDee
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Undead Legions: A Homage to Deathstalker
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: Video Game characters are drawn into a zombified world of rape and death.
Inspiration Credit: Stories set within and inspired by the world of Deathstalker’s VGBabes vs Legions of the Undead. Setting used with kind permission. Deathstalker’s superior series can be found here: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544206804 Go. Read. Pay for commissioned stories!
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own of the copyrighted characters or related materials and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike the content.
Chapter 2: Alyx Vance of Half-Life 2
Content Codes: M+F, pwp, rape, mutil, snuff, viol, first, necro, scat/ws
IP Disclaimer: I do not own Half-Life 2, nor any of the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The teleportation journey seemed almost instant to Gordon, but it was still a full week later that he re-materialized in Dr Kleiner’s carefully hidden City 17 lab. A small tinkling noise drew his gaze sideways just in time to see Alyx’s treasured necklace bounce on the metal pad next to her empty clothing and gear. He crouched down and checked through Alyx’s clothing. He assumed she had been teleported nearby, since his earlier experience had dumped him unexpectedly outside the lab and, briefly, within the citadel. He took advantage of the brief moment alone. Gordon raised Alyx’s still-warm sweat soaked panties to his nose and inhaled.
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Within another city and beneath a different sky Alyx materialized upon a third story flat roof devoid of all her possessions. Shorn of her headband, Alyx’s short black hair whipped around her face in the stinking wind, but it was her missing necklace she noticed first. Her gut wrenched horribly with the sentimental loss of her most treasured possession, even as she realized she was completely nude. She cursed Dr Kleiner’s teleportation unit. She was convinced her own input within the Combine’s control room had been flawless.
As she looked around the city Alyx was momentarily relieved to see no evidence of Combine technology. There was no sign of the spy cameras or any distinctive buildings. Given the total lack of familiarity she had with the cityscape, Alyx grew concerned she had been dropped many miles from City 17. She walked to the edge of the roof and looked down into the street. The sight that met her eyes reminded her strongly of Ravenholm’s horrors, with a bloody body half-inside the building below, surrounded by groaning grabbing figures. Her stomach churned as she realized the figure’s legs were moving - seemingly still alive - and that one of the zombies was fucking it.
Alyx moved back fast from the roof’s edge. Being unarmed and undressed she felt completely vulnerable. Though the shambling figures lacked head-crabs and the progressive mutations she was familiar with, she had no doubt they were equally dangerous to life and limb. Worse, even, because as mangled as the familiar headcrab zombies had left people, she had never seen them engage a victim sexually. Having lived much of her life within Combine reproductive suppression fields, Alyx Vance had never known penetration and didn’t want her first time to be with the rotted horrors in the street. The Afro-Asian woman’s hand covered her crotch in revulsion, before she told herself to deal with it, find a weapon and find a communication device. Clothing would be useful, too.
She looked around again and sighted a large roof top sign for the gun store beneath it. It was a start, and best of all she thought she could jump from roof top to roof top to get past the network of alleys that separated the low rise buildings of the block. She certainly didn’t want to take the roof access door and go down amongst the mob below. Quite aside from those she’d seen, it was obviously there would be more of the new kind of headcrab-less zombies in the city. She ran and jumped, rolling back to her feet on the other side. The rooftops seemed clear until the final building before the gun store. The roof was a few feet lower because the buildings changed to two storey height as the hill rose, and Alyx could see a zombified girl waiting on it.
It seemed the girl had been sunbathing topless upon the roof when she was bitten, but had managed to knock her attacker off down to the street before turning under the effect of the bite. Alyx noticed the chunk of flesh missing from the undead girl’s left breast. She realized that something had chewed the girl’s nipple and the tissue behind it away. Given her scientific minded upbringing, Alyx saw that as a possible vector for the infection. She felt no desire to get close to any of the zombies and risk becoming infected herself. Alyx only had the option of a makeshift club for a possible weapon. If she brained the girl and something splattered her mouth, or eyes, she would be infected. She needed the gun shop, though, and so hoped to time her jump right. Alyx Vance ran, jumped, and started running almost immediately to dodge the undead girl,
"Sorry, I can’t stop to play!" Alyx muttered.
Despite the partial decomposition of the zombie, Alyx could see they were about the same age. Alyx offered a prayer that this once-beautiful blonde’s memories were completely gone. She didn’t like the idea of these infected headcrab-less people knowing what they had once been. The building was narrow and she didn’t pause before climbing the wall around the roof and making her leap towards the gun store. Hungry for her first meal, the zombified blonde had reached out for Alyx. The tips of the undead girl’s fingers caught Alyx’s heel, and pulled her off balance.
Alyx was lucky enough to land almost entirely flat into the stinking garbage left uncollected from the grocery shop two stories below. The bags burst, showering soft rot all around, but slowing Alyx’s fall enough that the air was knocked from her lungs but no bones were broken. The slimy garbage that pressed into her mouth broke her involuntary cry. The taste was vile, but Alyx had trained her gag reflex for the times when vomiting would be fatal. She lay stunned for a moment until frustrated groaning from the roof above told her the undead girl was still very aware of where she had gone, but couldn’t work out how to get over the small wall in pursuit. Alyx was mildly amused at the apparent dumb blonde zombie.
She scanned the alley. A high warehouse wall cut across the end. She could see no side doors unless they were behind overfilled dumpsters. The only option seemed to be trying the gun store’s front door at street level, or getting around the other side to look for an entrance on the other side. As she considered the dangers of the street, she heard hear heavy footsteps approaching fast. Alyx’s face broke into a stunned smile as she recognised the distinctive sound of Vortigaunt feet; she had never known them as an enemy, as Gordon had, and could only feel joy as her allies approached. Three of them turned the corner into the alley, scanned it much as she had, and began to pull the heavier dumpsters into a high and heavy barrier. They stomped down the brakes with their almost-triangular feet.
"The Cavalry," Alyx gasped, "I wouldn’t be any happier if it was Gordon Freeman himself!"
The short speech pained Alyx, making her acutely aware of the bruising to her chest. Each breath made even her breasts ache. She didn’t know that the force which dragged her to the city mid-teleport had left a trail they could drag themselves along, as if it were effectively an energy rope. The Vortigaunt materialised had only a few feet away from where Alyx did. They had arrived in the street, immediately attracting the attention of the undead massed there. While Alyx had jogged from roof to roof, they fought a pitched battle. Being quick thinkers they soon found they could focus their electrical attacks into the heads of the undead and knock them down. Still, by the time they’d thinned the mob enough to trail Alyx’s rooftop run, they had suffered numerous bites.
The zombie taint would eventually turn almost any victim, human or not. It spread through the Vortigaunt’s systems more slowly than it did for humans. They knew they were wounded and could have been infected, but had proceeded to Alyx believing it did not affect their physiology. Once they had honed their attacks for the new foe, they confidently felled smaller groups of zombies before they could attack in mass. Some of the undead were merely stunned by the electrical blasts while others effectively had their brains burnt out. One of the Vortigaunt aimed up at the undead blonde girl. A quick blast later, and her truly dead body slumped twitching over the small rooftop wall.
"Much joy that the Alyx Vance is unharmed. The Vortigaunt will return the Alyx Vance along the path already walked." It motioned with one large double-clawed hand, "The Alyx Vance will stand between us."
Alyx could hear the stressed pain even in the alien voice. Her joy at their arrival had blinded her to the extent of their bite wounds which still leaked slowly running green blood. She hoped they had protection from the zombie infection, as she had never seen a headcrab controlled Vortigaunt either. She still believed the city to be a Combine trap. She had no idea it was a far darker place. She limped painfully into the rough triangle the Vortigaunt had formed. Her dark creamy skin flushed suddenly as she remembered her nudity. She scolded herself for that - the Vortigaunt were hardly overdressed themselves, and cared not for human beauty.
The Vortigaunt raised their arms as they chanted in their own language. They completely ignored the zombies fighting for entrance to the alley, for the dumpsters were successfully holding them back. Alyx felt powerful energy start to build within the alley. It reminded her of a Vortigaunt healing ritual. The most wounded of the three trailed off. He shuddered then, and she noticed his large central eye clouding white. His smaller eyes had already whitened. To the newly turned Vortigaunt Alyx Vance was so much fresh meat. He activated his electrical attack.
Alyx had no time to dodge as the focussed electrical beam caught her square in the chest. Her breasts burned under the barrage, ripping a raw scream of agony from her throat. The skin blackened and burst across both perky mounds. Gordon Freeman wouldn’t have wanted them wrapped around his prick in that condition. Boiling fluid burst like milk from her nipples before she tripped backwards into the squshed garbage bags. Alyx writhed screaming amongst the trash, too shocked to care worry about who else her cries might bring. The soles of her feet were also badly burned from the earthed charge. The zombified Vortigaunt ceased his electrical assault.
The other Vortigaunt had been unable to break off their energy gathering ritual in time to prevent the attack on Alyx. It was too late by the time she fell. Their sad friendly red eyes all bore the milky white corruption of the turned zombies as they gazed hungrily at the fallen Alyx Vance. At their crotches, small folds few humans had ever noticed opened for the emergence of the twisted Vortigaunt cock. Their small third arms hung uselessly at the base of each shaft. Their mouths drooled with anticipation of the feast before them, even as their organs grew freakishly. Long, thick, and curved with hard knobbly growths along the dark green lengths. To a human female even the most gentle Vortigaunt would feel like torture, and the three undead Vortigaunt had no concept of gentle.
"You bastards! Evil bastards! I can’t believe you! It hurts so much!"
Alyx gripped her electrocuted breasts as if she could squeeze away the pain, only to find handfuls of skin coming away. The stench of her burned flesh was worse even than the rotting garbage. She despaired at the knowledge that there was no way from the alley and no way get home. She would never see her father again. A thick clawed Vortigaunt hand grabbed her short black hair and lifted her high from the floor. Rotten food clung to Alyx’s body as she dangled by the roots. She punched ineffectually, cursing between cries, but nothing could stop the alien from biting into her cooked left breast.
She felt the sharp teeth cleaving through the fatty mound. The nerves hadn’t been burnt enough to spare her that. She pissed suddenly, the thick yellow stream arcing from her bare crotch to spray the eating Vortigaunt’s torso. Cooling zombie-alien hands grabbed her compact butt, spreading it wide for the rock hard cock. There was nothing to ease the passage, and Alyx’s sphincter tore brutally around the thick invader. She kicked her burnt feet wildly, but there just wasn’t enough leverage.
"No! Don’t! Not my-" Alyx’s protest was ignored as it turned into a scream.
Alyx’s hair tore away from her scalp as she was anally raped, allowing more of her weight to be pulled down on the impaling cock. Bloody shit slid down the shaft as the hard twisted Vortigaunt rod burst through her rectal wall and into her abdomen proper. She couldn’t look away as her breasts disappeared with quick gulps into the gory Vortigaunt maw. She had been proud of them, a strange thought to have amidst the terrible pain of her shredded ass. The third Vortigaunt edged the breast eater to one side, and pressed his thicker and even more twisted organ at Alyx’s piss-dripping cunt.
If she could have still made words between her terrible screams she would have tried begging, pleading, anything to reach whatever remained of the once-noble alien’s mind. The Vortigaunt pressed the head just inside her slit, then reached up and pressed down on Alyx’s shoulders with his clawed hands. The last of her gripped hair tore away, leaving a blood speckled patch of scalp. Though going into shock from her pain and blood loss, Alyx felt every inch of the two Vortigaunt cocks surging deeply into her as they forced her to take their entire twisted lengths. Like square pegs into round holes, their organs forced her body to accept their alien shape. One lent forward and tore her left ear away, chewing and swallowing the gristly morsel. She was glad her father wasn’t there to see her suffering, or how badly she had failed to escape this new Combine threat. At least that traitorous bitch Mossman might get the same.
The few scraps of her consumed breasts that remained hung forgotten from her chest as the remaining Vortigaunt gripped Alyx’s half bald skull and pulled her down hard to his own shaft. With two Vortigaunt fucking into her destroyed abdomen and beyond, the third put great strain on Alyx’s neck. He couldn’t get his shaft into the desired confines of her mouth. He pulled with all the force in his zombified arms, until something had to give. There was an audible grinding crack as Alyx’s neck broke. She was briefly pleased before she knew nothing at all. Her screamed agony ended as her slackly open mouth was forced to accept the cooled, hard cock of the zombified Vortigaunt. Still he pulled, stronger in death than life, until Alyx’s neck muscles tore properly and the dead girl’s head dropped into his clawed hands. Fresh blood splashed into the trash at his feet.
The Vortigaunt moved Alyx’s severed head up and down the length of his shaft. Her lower jaw had been dislocated to let it fit. The strange shape of his cock meant Alyx’s face moved almost in a semi-circle as each successive knobble and twist pressed between her lips and out through the short stretch of throat remaining. Alyx’s still beautiful features were slackly blank eyed as the zombified Vortigaunt pleasured itself amongst the degrading filth of her death.
The undead aliens already raping Alyx didn’t seem to notice their pleasure sheath’s decapitation. They kept fucking the tight confines of Alyx’s headless corpse, tearing away wet strips of muscle and fat with their mouths, until they were ready to ejaculate. Alyx’s bloodily mutilated corpse rocked under the double blasts of Vortigaunt reproductive slime. They sprayed coldly into her torn up body through the raggedly enlarged gashes they’d made of her tight cunt and cute ass. The sticky mixture clung hard inside the dead girl, gumming up wounds as if it were superglue. They left Alyx Vance impaled stiffly between them as they finished their shared feast of fresh Afro-Asian meat.
To be continued… for the undead nation!
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Undead Legions: A Homage to Deathstalker	By : JayDee Category: +A through F > Anachronox Views: 12196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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