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"That's one Doomed Space Marine"	By : Knorg Category: +A through F > Doom Views: 15473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"That’s one Doomed Space Marine"
By Knorg paxgronk@hotmail.com
Part 3
The Phobos Lab (E1M5)
The mumbled slurring of the former humans grew. Voices calling for hot meat, for a fresh body to possess. They had come in numbers now, with the brutish, pink, hunched over and short, shaved-gorilla demons. They crowded at the wall to the secret area unable to open it themselves, drawn by the sounds of passion and lust.
The female imp’s red eyes flickered open. She tried counting the different noises out there; listening with ears more sensitive than any human’s. That she couldn’t number them told her that there were too many out there, perhaps all those left in The Phobos Lab. Worse, it sounded like there were others there, demons and former humans returning from other areas of the Phobos base, distracted on their route back to the Anomaly.
One thing she knew immediately: There were no Imps out there. Relatively smarter than the others she realised they must already have headed back to the Anomaly. The growls of the spectres mixed with the howling of the demons. It seemed that the crowd grew with every new creature passing through. Surely it could grow no more?
She reached for the edge of one of the crates, the contents looted earlier by the Space Marine. The imp gripped the edge with a tough clawed hand and twisted. She barely budged it. She was still a long way from full strength, from full speed.
The noises outside grew louder, more urgent. She knew with time, they’d find a way in. The other exit went straight out into the toxic green slime – at her reduced capacity she wouldn’t last long enough to climb the other side. After the attack on the other former humans earlier they would show no mercy to her.
She hissed, and twisted out from under the Marine’s head. His eyes opened and followed her. Moving with oiled ease she stood and crossed her mottled brown arms across her breasts, tapping her foot. She could take some of them. She…
Armour. Ammo. A shotgun. When the Marine had swapped green armour for blue, he’d discarded the green here. It was good, strong armour. Neither as effective nor light as the Blue she’d so effortlessly cut from him it would still be enough against the enemies arrayed against them.
"Dress yourself. Arm yourself." She commanded.
The Marine rolled over, pushed himself up from the ground. Silently, efficiently, he donned the old armour. Leggings, chest plate, Helmet. He took up the shotgun, fitted shells around his belt. He stood before her, awaiting command. As she looked at the tough marine the Imp found herself wondering how she’d taken him so easily.
She held her hands in front of her face, each clawed finger resting against another, her lighter-browns palm flat together. She concentrated and drew her energy together, felt heat in her hand, and hissed.
She caught her face reflected in the Marine’s motionless faceplate. Took in her narrowed red eyes, her smooth skull and thin brown lips against a cruel face.
"My pet, my creature… You will kill them all for me, in my name. Now!"
The imp snarled and then howled; her own battle cry resounding around the small room as she slammed her left fist into the wall switch and raised her right hand.
The wall began to raise, immediately the Space Marine was on his knees firing at exposed feet, shins, knees, groins. Loading and reloading, gun-smoke began to fill the air. The former humans, grunts and sergeants, couldn’t control the possessed flesh enough to dodge, to crouch properly.
As the door shuddered towards the ceiling a pair of pink demons, muscled flesh spattered with filth, charged through the pack. The Imp’s fireball exploded from her palm and slapped one straight between the horns of its low-browed head. It growled, hurt but now down, and then they were upon her. She fought them tooth and claw, glorying in the violence and pain she inflicted.
The Space Marine continued firing into the mass of former humans, blood spattering from their bodies as round after round of shot peppered the closely packed mass of rotting bodies. His faceplate HUD registered damage to himself, pistol bullets thudding into his armour.
"Help me! Kill them!" the Imp screeched, panicked, as she was being overwhelmed. Both the wounded demons, one now eyeless, now had her on the floor, pushing her on her back. The scent of the earlier sex still hung in the air, exciting their beastlike senses.
The bigger of the two crowded on her muscled brown legs, nudging at her opening with a throbbing length of meat, the other had it’s clawed pink paws firmly on her mighty brown breasts, it’s great plated feet on her arms, batting her face with it’s prick, seeking entry to her mouth.
Reloading the shotgun the Marine ran over, shoving the barrel into the eye socket of the demon on her legs and pulled the trigger. He was acting mindlessly and living only to serve his soul-mistress. The added ruthlessness and loyalty was dampened by a lack of strategic foresight. The 500-pound demon dropped forward heavily onto the Imp, knocking the wind from even her tough lungs and pinning her harder to the floor. She gasped mouth wide, long tongue out, and there, finally, the second demon found his entry.
The Imp’s red eyes bulged as the demon violated her throat, sinking his meat half way to her stomach. The Marine reached for another shell and found he was down to the last shell. As he broke the gun open rotted hands dragged the weapon from his grasp, knocked the shell from his fingers, as the forgotten former humans reached him. The mass closed around the Marine and he disappeared from the edge of the Imp’s vision.
Foul drool dripped from the demon’s massively over-toothed mouth as he bellowed his unintelligent lust. The Imp felt truly helpless as the monster cock plugged her tight throat. She was pissed as all hell with the mindless Demon, and with the Space Marine’s failure. The demon held his meat inside her enjoying the wet heat as she gagged and choked before slowly hauling the thick pink shaft most of the way out and then viciously slamming it home again. Her body bucked against it, even under the weight of demon corpse.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, taking as full control of her muscles as she could. She didn’t need to breath, and stopped trying. She tried closing her jaw over the beast’s cock, but her teeth couldn’t break the tough rubbery flesh.. She made a mental note to sharpen her teeth. Above her, the demon howled at the extra stimulation of the teeth and began humping her face in earnest. She drew energy into her hand again, reading a fireball. Her palm began to warm.
She opened her eyes and saw the demon’s meat glistening with her saliva and it’s own precum, the hot flesh throbbing and pulsing. She noted with shock that the demon’s large four-balled nutsack was beginning to tighten up at the base of his cock. When it came, it would want to feed. She tried to lie totally still, to provide minimum stimulation along his cock as the creature violated her. She needed to draw up enough energy for a fireball before it came.
In her tainted mind she cursed herself over and over for letting herself be caught like this, face humped by a drooling pink beast. It didn’t hurt her, but it was a blow to her pride.
Not enough. She couldn’t stop writhing each time the demon thrust down her tight hot throat, couldn’t stop the strong muscles contracting and squeezing the length of his pink meat as it impaled her brown skinned face. The ball sack was ever smaller, tighter. She could feel heat radiating from it on each inward thrust. The meat throbbing deeply as the squelching of her throat filled her ears.
Finally, far too soon, the demon wedged his meat as far into her face as it would go, and began firing spunk down her throat. It gripped her breasts tightly, pinpricks of blood forming around it’s claws and her back was fully arched off the floor. It kept on cumming, spraying thick demon seed down into her belly. Some washed up into her mouth, bubbling around the meat, squelching out of her lips.
This was it. She was doomed. The spray slowed, she felt the mammoth meat contract in her throat. Slowly the demon hauled his withering meat out, the end slapping her face, filling her screwed tight eyes with still squirting seed.
Now. She had to have a fireball now. It was burning! She heard a growl, low and continuous, and frowned. That didn’t sound like a demon? It didn’t sound like any demon she’d heard Now she cursed the sticky fluid blocking her eyes, wiping her wrist across her face, trying to clear her vision.
The Space Marine put the chainsaw blade right between it’s horns and twisted sharply. The demon clawed at the Marine’s body, gorging holes in his badly damaged green armour, but the chainsaw won the battle. With a vivid gout of blood – which came down and further obscured the Imp’s vision - the demon fell backwards. The Marine stepped over her and kept up the assault, doing as much damage as he could in the skull of the demon.
Without the demon pushing down on her, she was able to slowly force the other one off her, wiggling from beneath it. Getting onto hands and knees, she said weakly "Help me stand…"
The Space Marine walked over, and lifted her. Her compact, muscular frame was surprisingly heavy as she lent against him for support, finally seeing clearly again as her red eyes swept the room. There were corpses everywhere. Former humans lying where they fell, even more of the ugly pink beasts. She saw some of the former humans looked to have broken jaws, noses, and saw the fresh blood on the Space Marine’s fist, clinging to his brass knuckles. He’d been dragged away from her, carried off his feet… but he’d fought back. He’d taken their weapons, found more of his own. Her earlier anger against him faded, but she would still need to punish him.
Again, he had defeated all that dared challenge her. Reduced them to cooling meat. She looked at the damage done to him. The armour was close to falling apart; pistol wounds, light shot, claws and fire had scarred him recently. He would need a medical pack before another big battle.
She strained her ears, as far as she could tell the Lab was now deserted; all those who’d remained, or passed into it, now lay dead. Pride flooded her. There was a little time to heal him, to heal herself, to re-arm. She felt the demon’s seed in her stomach and knew already that she was digesting it, turning it to energy. Making herself strong again. She scooped the rest of it from her face, licking the seed from her claws and swallowing it.
She needed more food and fresh, steaming, demon meat seemed the best option.
Leaning on the Marine she directed him to slice off choice cuts of demon flesh, still too weak to properly bite and feed on her own. Dropping again to her knees she fed, and regained strength.
Phobos Anomaly (E1M8)
The Duke of Hell watched in considerable surprise as the tall beautiful woman made her way across the broken surface of Phobos. She walked like an aristocrat promenading at a racecourse; the high winds and the dusty air apparently nothing to her. He’d followed her fast path since a series of working corrupted cameras had picked her up leaving Command Control and heading towards The Phobos Lab.
It had been many years since anything had interested him on a personal level, he realised, above and beyond the machinations and plots to bring about the domination of hell, the subjugation of the light.
"Rabbit goes in… woman comes out…" he muttered, having made the connection.
"A Witch?" he asked himself, drawing his own blood as he scratched his ugly lumpen chin. Taking revenge on this witch would be a small portion of vengeance owed against those who’d sent him back to Hell, ages past. More fun by far than the quick deaths meted to the scientists on Phobos, made necessary to end any threat their intellects might’ve posed.
The Male Imp – by far the stupidest gender of the species - standing nearest to him took it as a question, and began to babble an answer. His line of thought interrupted; the Duke turned smoothly and decapitated the creature with a ball of green fire. Now even the Barons of Hell were cowering away from him. The bustle of activity increased – they all wanted away from the dangerously distracted Duke.
The Duke of Hell had long believed all of the elder races of the Earth to have died out. It never even considered an animal spirit or other alternative.
"I must have her!" He declared, "Prepare a force to capture her. I want her taken alive!"
The plans of the Spider Mastermind were precise. There wasn’t time for the Duke’s vendetta. The demons still horded about exchanged glances. The invasion of Earth couldn’t be jeopardised by personal hatred. None of them saw her as a threat. She was a single weapon-less woman. They were not intelligent creatures.
"Lord! There are more important matters…"
The duke turned with a snarl, to see the Barons standing side-by-side, standing ready for a fight. They seemed to have the support of many of the surrounding demons. The Duke new he could take either of the Barons in combat, but not both, and not with the support of the others. Always angry, he reached new heights of rage.
"You defy me? I’ll take your heads!" He threatened, eyes blazing, voice twisted by incandescent fury.
"We serve the Spider. Will you defy the Spider? What is a human woman? A mere Imp defeated the soldier. If she comes here, we’ll eat her alive... starting with the limbs" The same Baron spoke for both; confident, arrogant, boosted by his fellow’s silent support.
The Duke swore he would see the creature dying the worst death the foulest creatures of hell could imagine. Treachery!
"FARGH! Fools! If you let this witch run loose, she’ll destroy everything! They are far greater a danger than any Soldier! Do you think she avoided the Spectre we sent for the Rabbit? Weaponless?" The Duke spat green against the floor, "This is no personal vendetta!" he cried, a half-truth.
He saw it was hopeless. They were far too stupid to listen and revelled in treachery.
"I’ll take her myself, and return to mete out such punishments as to make the very darkness cower!" snarled the Duke of Hell, and he stormed away from the Anomaly. Eternally prideful and arrogant he refused to consider a single witch to be a match for him. He hoped merely for a little challenge to whet his appetite before he broke her.
The Barons ordered the demons back to work smug in their new roles. They thought proudly of the rewards they would reap for loyally serving the Spider Mastermind; for being instrumental in the conquest of Earth, while the foolish Duke was off. They thought of the tortures they would be allowed to inflict on one such as he, who had dared command them.
End of Part 3
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