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Undead Legions: A Homage to Deathstalker
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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 3: Sheeva of Mortal Kombat 3
Content Codes: M+F, pwp, rape, mutil, snuff, viol, first, necro, scat/ws
IP Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Kombat 3, nor any of the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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To be entrusted with traveling to Earthrealm and acting as the bodyguard of the newly resurrected Queen Sindel was a tremendous honor for the Shokan warrior Sheeva. She saw it as a fine opportunity to once again demonstrate Shokan superiority compared to the Centaurs. Having trained hard, she was stronger and fitter than ever when the day came to walk through the portals into Earthrealm. She looked forward to crushing the pathetic, almost pitiful, resistance the Earthrealm’s champions would surely offer. There was no hint of mercy in her bright red eyes. Her gaze was as hard as her muscles, which might have been sculpted from the rocky ground beneath her bare feet.
Looming over Shao Khan’s other troops, she checked her four wrist and two ankle bracers for comfort, and adjusted the red strips that held her breasts snug. The fabric passed beneath her belt to cover her cunt, taint and asshole then split again up her back. The costume had the effect of leaving almost all of her mottled brown skin on display from the tips of her two-toed feet, to the nails of her three-fingered hands. She did not fear injury, nor death, and would not cowardly armor herself against either. Great horns were blown to signal the troops forward. Satisfied that she was utterly prepared for her mission, Sheeva stepped towards the dark portal to Earthrealm. Shao Khan’s mystical assault had already begun; as the portal sprang to life Sheeva charged into it at the head of his loyal Outworld forces.
Unexpected impact jarred her knees as she landed. Instead of the smooth transition she’d thought would bring her close to Sindel, Sheeva emerged three or four feet above a gore splattered alley floor and dropped the rest of the distance. She knew immediately that there was far more wrong; while the city around her stank of death and suffering, there was no sign of Shao Khan’s mystical power across the skies, drawing in the human souls. The Outworld portal had closed immediately behind her; the rest of the troops had presumably reached their true destination. The Shokan woman did not know it, but her transport had been purposely hijacked.
Humans groaned and moaned at the alley’s barricade; the hungry undead mob had missed out on a fine fuck and feast before Sheeva’s arrival and would gladly have consumed the green blood filled flesh from her bones as ravenously they would any human’s. She turned her head almost immediately from the barricaded crowd to the movement within the alley. Three creatures, definitely not of the Earthrealm, were devouring a headless human. She didn’t recognize them as Shao Khan’s servants, but there was every chance they were.
"You! I am Sheeva of the Shokan. Identify yourselves!"
The nearest creature raised its head from their meal, and turned towards Sheeva. As it did so, its cock slid wetly from the recently dismembered human. Moving slowly, jerkily, it raised its hands as if it meant to fire some kind of attack. Sheeva leapt, avoiding the surprisingly fierce electric blast, and moving with a grace that often surprised her foes, used the wall to flip herself high towards the building roof in one smooth movement. Her fiercely strong legs and giant height helped her clear the two story distance and grab the edge. She threw a fireball back at the creature, igniting it. It appeared utterly oblivious the flames as they licked across its skin. She backed out of range just in time to avoid another blast of electricity. Cursing the creature’s disrespect, she backed out of range and left them to their meal.
She had a better vantage from the store roof. The clearly decaying human city surrounded her on all sides. There was no sign of Outworld forces, none of the portals that should have been opening to bring other soldiers of Shao Khan to do battle with the Earthrealm champions. Through her training she was supposed to be able to find Queen Sindel’s soul from any distance, but she could feel nothing. There was only the stink, and the moaning, and the wind. Sheeva’s nipples hardened like corks against the thin red straps that crossed them. The city was so desolate as to almost be a domain of Outworld. She was not afraid, but she was certainly angry.
There was a large sign beside her on the roof, promising that the gun store below held numerous firearms of high quality, but Sheeva could not read the human script. She scoured the skyline for the most impressive building, assuming that, like an Outworld palace, it would house the most important locals – if any survived. If there were none to either enslave or hold hostage, it would provide her a suitable home until Shao Khan brought her back to Outworld. A neo-gothic structure a few streets away appealed to her sense of aesthetics. She used her teleport stomp to cross from rooftop to rooftop, and in that manner she made her way to what had been a fine private Boys High School. While the bullet scarred sign declared it as such, Sheeva’s ignorance again allowed her only to see a high, thick, wall she could just barely teleport onto. She paused at the top, catching her breath; the constant teleports had been quite exhausting, as they were only meant for very short hops to surprise an opponent in battle. The shambling humans she saw all looked long dead; she respected the power of such dark magic as could control so many corpses.
The front gates and high wall had merely been meant to look impressive, but had actually served to keep the undead mob out. Only a few older boys had remained as the city fell, and perhaps they’d be there still if some amongst their number hadn’t concealed bites and brought the infection to them. Dead eyed jocks, mindless former nerds and other less definable students remained sealed in the assembly hall where, in their final night, the infected had turned and taken them – in more than one sense of the phrase. Their supplies moldered unused while the traps they’d laid remained set throughout the halls and class rooms.
Sheeva knew none of this when she dropped down and crossed the overgrown grass that lined the driveway. Even the vegetation seemed sick and yellowed, as if it had only had poorly filtered sunlight for many months. She strode towards the building. It seemed deserted, but she was very watchful for any movement. Constantly expecting to be challenged, she pushed open the front door and entered the school’s reception area. Faded muddy footprints were still visible down one of the corridors, and so Sheeva explored in that direction first. If she did not find humans, she hoped to at least find useful tools and preserved food. The boys had already looted most items of use, and carried them to their fortified hall. Sheeva’s head came close to brushing the low ceiling panels as she stomped with increasing annoyance along the corridors.
The brittle panels above did not hide just water pipes and electric cables. Traps designed by the smartest boys’ brains and built using their stronger fellows’ brawn waited out of sight. Sheeva had turned her head to look through the nearest classroom door when she caught her foot against a near invisible tripwire. As a heavy log smashed through the tiles and arced towards her on creaking ropes, she jerked backwards quickly. Unfortunately for Sheeva, the trap had been set up with two logs. She grunted loudly as the rough bark smashed against her broad back. Although Sheeva had taken harder blows she had not previously done so unprepared.
Worse pain came a moment later when the first log, designed to hit at average human head height, swung into her breasts. Though large, and firm, Sheeva’s tits were still far less though than her muscles. They put up little resistance against the heavy swinging wood. While the log alone could have brutally crushed her tits against her ribs, and certainly risked bursting them, the trap’s designer had added a little extra. Lashed to the log was a long plank through which five lines of six inch nails had been hammered. Crushed between two logs in the sprung trap, Sheeva’s smooth breasts were punctured by dozens of nails.
She screamed higher pitched than she would ever have thought possible. It felt like she was being stabbed, not once, but many times in each sensitive mound. Though cold metal, they felt red hot as they stabbed deeply into her fat padded glands. The logs crushing weight forced blood and fat back out around the nails, where it ran messily down Sheeva’s washboard stomach. The log’s backswing dragged the injured and screaming Shokan forward, twisting the nails through her brutalized breasts before she sank to her knees.
"Bastard humans! I’ll tear their fucking spines out!"
She clutched tenderly at herself with all four hands as she screamed abuse about the trap builders. Though drawing breath had become painful for her, her rage overruled common sense. She shuffled forward on her knees for a moment as her green blood dribbled heavily through her thick fingers. When she regained control of her rage, Sheeva climbed to her feet and proceeded with considerably greater caution down the corridor. She was determined that no more trip wires would bring her such agony as she felt within her mutilated breasts. Ahead the barricades blocking the door of the assembly hall suggested the residents of the building might be hiding within. She’d intended hostage taking, or even parley, but now sought revenge.
At least Shokan blood congealed and clotted quickly when exposed to the air, though she fancied she could see her muscles literally moving through the holes torn in her chest. She looked around most carefully, but there was no further sign of trap or trigger. Drawing a ragged breath, the wounded warrior pulled the door barricade aside, and put her should to forcing entry past the inner barricade. Unfortunately, there was one higher technology trap amongst the many trip wires and dead fall traps. A physics student had wired their lab’s advanced batteries into a motion detector and, though choked with dust, it coughed into life as Sheeva strained against the door. The lock splintered, and Sheeva’s enraged eyes looked upon a dozen or more undead high school boys. She immediately began to close the stiff door, and intended to restore the barricade. There was little joy in taking revenge on the shambling dead.
Just as she forced entry to the assembly hall, a near silent click signaled the electronic launch of one of the school’s javelins. Again supposed to target head height, the javelin did not fly straight. Spiraling down through the air it penetrated Sheeva’s knee from the rear, and burst through her knee cap. Sheeva’s knees were tough; they had to be to support her jumps, kicks, and the sheer mass of her giant body. Though agonizingly punctured by the steel tipped carbon shaft it could still support her weight, but the unexpected force knocked her from her feet. Thick doors and thicker walls had kept the boys’ cries from her ears, but they moaned hungrily as she hit the floor before them, thrashing like a landed fish.
"Another cursed trap!"
None of them had eaten since the night the last of the living uninfected boys were killed. Some were heavily consumed, struggling to reach Sheeva’s meat without their limbs, or in one case with just a fingerless hand to drag an intestine-trailing torso towards the battered Shokan warrior. There were other boys though, more than capable of crossing the short distance to the door. Sheeva ignored them as she drew her knee up and used her lower two hands to tug the javelin out. It was caught fast in the tough cartilage, and each pull pained the wounded warrior further. Then, as the first boys came close, she used her upper arms to shove them back. They flew back several feet under the force of her blows.
"Fools! I will kill you a second ti-"
Sheeva’s threat stopped as the next boy tumbled forward over her arm, and grabbed at the blood drenched remains of her breasts with his cold, dead hands. The puncture wounds re-opened over the bruised glands. Sheeva smashed her upper hands into the sides of his head, gripping hard, and then threw him away. He clawed chunks of bloody fat from her breasts in his strong grip. Sheeva’s scream seemed to whet their appetites further, even as the lucky first undead consumed the bloody fat from his fingers. Previously she had known confusion, and a great deal of anger, but for the first time in her life Sheeva knew fear.
She finally tugged the javelin free and swung it out like a weapon, but the carbon was too easily shattered to be used as anything but a missile. Gray fingers shattered it like plastic, and wrenched the haft from Sheeva’s fear-enhanced mighty grip. They didn’t care for the weapon, only the meat and the warm holes. Still cursing, fighting her pain, Sheeva tried to stand as the moaning undead closed in. Though she lashed out wildly and took some down, there were too many, and she too wounded, to fight them all.
"No! NO!"
Still struggling desperately, shamefully terrified more than any Shokan should be, Sheeva was dragged down to her knees, then forced lower. She had always dreamed of an honorable clean death in battle, not fooled by traps and consumed by animated corpses. They grabbed her arms, all four, and held on tight. She tried to make fists, but broken teeth closed around her thick fingers. She managed to rip one boy’s lower jaw away, but another hand lost two fingers to zombie hunger at the same time. Sheeva’s green blood splashed back across her dark skin from the small stumps.
The red fabric that still covered her crotch was pulled aside. She remembered suddenly the human victim, in the alley. She had been newly dead, raped and devoured. She tried with mounting desperation to twist free, but the cold length was forced lustily into her cunt. To be eaten alive by such inferior creatures was a terrible fate, but to be raped by them as well made Sheeva’s humiliation worse. Another zombie tried to bite directly into her skull, but succeeded only in breaking the skin around her hair and little skull spines; the Shokan cranium bone was too hard even for their undead strength.
"Get off me! Shao Khan, I call you to send aid! Hear me, master!"
Sheeva was utterly surrounded by the dead humans. Even the floor draggers were no close enough to reach up and tear at her ragged breasts. She pleaded repeatedly for Shao Khan to aid her, and then even tried calling upon the compassionate Raiden. Meanwhile, the zombie raping her had managed to force deeper inside, pounding into her dry orifice with mindless undead lust. In life, the chess club geek had never felt a human girl’s pussy, but in death he could savagely violate the four armed warrior.
She could withstand tremendous pain, and damage, and it seemed as if she would feel every bite tearing into each of her arms. Grey fingers grew tangled in her coarse black hair, and pulled Sheeva’s head back hard. The added strain on her neck forced her to gaze up at her dead assailants’ slack faces. One boy was drawn to the red warmth of her eyes. She watched helplessly, hopelessly, as the bloated crown pressed closer and closer until it filled her field of vision. Though she screwed her eyes shut, the undead would not be denied his sheath. The cold rod applied greater and greater pressure against her eyelid until the orb burst wetly around his bloated helmet.
The sudden shock to Sheeva’s optical nerve brought blindness to her remaining eye as well, and for a moment she knew only darkness and pain, and then the alien cold sensation as the rapist zombie spurted inside her dry womb, splashing her cervix with infertile infected semen. He was pulled aside by another who dove right into the vacated hole. Sheeva’s head was held fast for the cock to move a few inches in and out of her dripping eye socket. He couldn’t seem to break through to the blinded Shokan’s brain, but he still took pleasure from the wet sensations around his circumcised cock.
An armless zombie had managed to twist under the Shokan, and seemed to consider the unsullied meat of her hard abdominal muscles. After a moment he wiggled across and raised his face to where a former friend pounded into her cunt. Her inhumanly large clitoris, more like a finger than a human nub, proved too succulent a morsel. It had started to respond to the brutal zombie pounding, and provide a small amount of pleasure to the shamed warrior. That ended immediately the armless zombie bit into her hairless cunt, removing her clit and more flesh besides.
He received a heavy blast of acrid Shokan piss for his troubles. Sheeva emptied her bladder at high pressure, stinging her newest wound terribly. The undead boy didn’t seem to care. He swallowed his choice morsel, and then raised his mouth to continue eating around the piston-like cock. Sheeva’s eye socket was wetly filled with cold semen as the groaning undead boy came. Another forced his thick dead cock between her thick black lips and finally stifled her screams. Sheeva bit down hard, utterly severing the organ. She meant to spit it out, but too quickly another took his place, pressing in and forcing the ragged meat into her throat.
The newly dickless zombie gripped her face in his hands. Blinded as she was, Sheeva could not see him reaching in almost like a first kiss, to bite into her cheek and tear away the muscles that allowed her to bite. Her throat blocked, Sheeva realized she was going to die quickly; it was almost a mercy. Yet each second that past felt like a thousand years of agony as she was brutally pounded from both ends. Forgotten by the elder gods, failed as a bodyguard, Sheeva’s semen-splashed flesh filled ever hungrier bellies.
The Shokan Warrior voided her bowels, in a stinking wet torrent of shit that splashed widely around. Smelling fouler than even the rotted flesh, Sheeva’s shit was completely ignored by the hungry undead. She had once cherished a dream of birthing a warrior to equal Goro from her womb; a dream that could never come to pass as dead teeth shredded her uterus, and consumed her golf ball sized Shokan ovaries as if they were especial delicacies. She felt only the pain, and did not hear them crunched like pickled onions.
Her thighs, each thicker than some human’s waists, were reduced to gobs of flesh on yellow bone. Splattered with shit, they still proved a tempting meal. One boy with a mouthful of flesh to chew on poked his hard shaft into Sheeva’s filthy buttocks, and thrust hard into her rectum. He gripped her ravaged buttocks as the hot wet warmth squelched sickeningly around his cold cock. It was almost worth a brutal death and re-animation to anally rape Sheeva as she shuddered and choked towards her final moments. He came very quickly, and she managed to feel the cold blast amidst her all consuming pain.
Her face was gone, eaten away from her skull quickly and painfully. There was little left of her than a head and torso. Her limbs were but stumps and her consumed abdominals left her belly wetly opened from the ribs down. Sheeva’s heart finally slowed from her loss of blood and lack of oxygen. She could still hear every groan, every moan and every chewing crunch and gulping swallow of her flesh. The undead virus had seemed to finish her life sadistically slowly, allowing her to asphyxiate on severed cock and drenched in cold spunk. Still, as Sheeva died the virus spread through her remaining flesh. Her one remaining eye took on the cold white milky hue of the undead.
Though the virus made her flesh unpleasant to eat, it didn’t remove the pleasure that came with using her still warm ass and remaining flesh as the newly undead dismembered Shokan wiggled in their grasp. A new boy claimed her asshole, slack and wet; the others pressed their cocks into her wounds. They rocked her corpse between them as the slowly cooling flesh massaged their lengths. A final round of undead ejaculations painted Sheeva’s mutilated undead body, dribbling down vividly amidst congealed green blood and flaps of mottled brown skin.
To be continued… undead boys will be boys
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