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"That’s one Doomed Space Marine"
By Knorg paxgronk@hotmail.com
A/N: I needed a name for Doomguy by this chapter. As the readme.txt did not name him, I referred to a review of the official novelisation in which he was named Cpl. Flynn Taggart, and his comrade was named Sanders. I had not read the first novel at that time, and so Doomguy bears no relation to the novel version (just as the demons are demons, not fraggin' aliens.) Oh yeah, there is no marine corpse in central processing. It got eaten in the game version or something.
Part 5
The Phobos Lab (E1M5)
Impa held the Space Marine’s gaze for long moments as he targeted the compact rocket launcher at her. The advanced design allowed up to fifty rockets to be carried by a single Space Marine, or one hundred with a backpack. Impa doubted the fearsome weapon would take many shots to kill her, though it could put a group of male Imps down with one shot. She’d seen the technology bonded with the cyber-demons, a sure sign that even Hell respected their fearsome power.
The Space Marine quickly adjusted to the return of his soul; his mind fully his own again. He remembered everything that had happened, the shame of defeat, the degradation of lying with, of submitting to a demon. Now she was the one on her knees before him, weak and defeated, unarmed and awaiting death. His units orders had been to assess the situation at the UAC base and provide all needed help to the staff. His own orders had been to secure the perimeter, and while he’d followed them his buddies had been killed in hours.
And now? He was the last living Space Marine on Phobos: all he had left was killing the demons, fighting his way through the base to the source of their invasion. Getting some payback for his friends and comrades. Preventing Hell on Earth. He was armed to the teeth, though his armour was down to 30% from prolonged contact with the slime.
He realised he didn’t want to shoot Impa. He remembered being ordered to fire on unarmed civilians. He’d beaten down his cowardly commanding officer for the order and been busted down from sergeant to Corporal and sent way out to Mars as a reward. As he held her gaze he felt the same compassion even though he knew Impa was far from an unarmed civilian. The other demons had torn apart his comrades, overwhelmed them by numbers and shown no mercy. He hadn’t even found all his friends bodies. She’d beaten him; but once he was helpless before her, she hadn’t killed him. She was different.
He lowered the rocket launcher’s barrel, and silently cursed the firing harness that left it in an unfortunate flaccid position. There were old stories about misaligned kick suppressers and rocket launcher kick-castrations. Tension seemed to drain from the air as the space marine turned his attention to the other woman, barely out of range of the rocket’s splash damage, who he’d believed unconscious.
Impa felt worthless. She’d been sent against the Space Marine because he was killing everything in his path, hordes of Imps, former humans, the accursed pink demons. She’d bested him only to be defeated by this unexpected foe, by luck, and now he didn’t even want to finish her off. Impa dropped her head only to meet Lady Cottontail’s eyes as they flicked open.
The rabbit-spirit sat up, and reached to pull her rabbit-skin skirt up her legs, bouncing slightly to pull it under her arse. "You’re good. I think I’m going to keep you… I haven’t had a demon servant in a long time - Just can’t trust your kind, can I? Even with you bonded to my service…" the rabbit-spirit’s voice cut through the remaining tension, lazily satisfied, though still holding its cold imperious edge. Impa had the impression that Lady Cottontail viewed everyone as inferior.
"Why did you help me regain my soul? What manner of demon are you?" The Space Marine called over the waste. He’d seen her tail as she sat up and come to the easy conclusion that she wasn’t human. His thoughts were a little disordered after his experience, but he knew there was something familiar about her tail.
"I am Lady Cottontail," she told him, "and I am no demon. I am the last of the rabbit-spirits, you know me as.."
‘Rabbit? Of course! That tail was just like…"
"Daisy, your pet." Lady cottontail reached up and fingered her ear tag. The Space Marine recognised the tag for what it was, knew his serial number was stamped upon it. The Space Marine trusted her, he realised. Since encountering his first demons he’d opened his mind to the possibility that there was a lot in the universe he knew nothing about. There was certainly no reason, unlikely as it was, why Daisy shouldn’t be able to turn into a stunningly beautiful woman and force his erstwhile captor to kneel before her.
Even so, he was far from stupid, and felt justified in a little paranoia.
"Are you really Daisy? Can you prove it?"
Lady Cottontail thought hard and frowned as she thought. Impa remained kneeling, but she was alert for any threat to her, or her new mistress. She watched with interest the interaction between the space marine and the rabbit-spirit. Impa realised that all trace of imperiousness was gone from the woman’s voice when she addressed him. Impa realised why at the same moment as a smile careened across Lady Cottontail’s face like sun through storm clouds. It was obvious, really.
"Do you recall that night when you were very much the worse for drink, many months without a woman, and you and Rick…"
The Space Marine raised a quick hand "I believe you!" He hit the barely functioning switch on his armoured combat suit; once activated he moved as fast as he could across the slime lake. The last of his armour was trashed and he suffered new burns. Cursing the reading on his suit HUD, he asked,
"You were on the Joseph Conrad, How did you get down to Phobos, Daisy?"
Lady Cottontail recounted her usage of the escape pod and went on to tell of following his trail. She left out all the detail about how she’d stolen the demon’s energy and did not correct his calling her Daisy. Impa knew then she had guessed correctly, though it seemed to her that the Space Marine didn’t know the full truth of it.
"I can take more power from demons if I find them. I could drain this one," she pointed to Impa, "If I needed to, I don’t have to keep her. Do you want me to?"
The Space Marine shook his head, he hadn’t withheld from killing the Imp only to have this rabbit-spirit kill her in his stead. He saw Impa was still sitting with her head hung. The only thing differentiating her from a normal captive, he thought, was that her hands lay on her thighs, not her head. Lady Cottontail followed his gaze,
"She’s my creature now, she’ll do you no more harm."
The Space Marine wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Daisy holding this woman as her ‘Creature’ having recently been freed from his own soul enslavement; a military captive was another matter entirely. He checked his weapons again as he thought over again what had happened, what he needed to do.
"Damn pistol’s gone…" he recalled hearing pistol fire as he’d slowly crossed the waste, and looked questioningly between the ladies before spotting it on the floor near the waste. It had been knocked from Lady Cottontail’s hand when Impa had surprised her. The Space Marine picked it up, checked it, and holstered it. He’d made his decision.
"O.K. We need to get off Phobos, we need to get out a warning about what’s happening here. Can either of you two pilot the Drop-Ship?"
Lady Cottontail shook her head, then waved her hand encouragingly to give Impa permission to speak, saying, going on to explain to Impa that she was keeping the demon around as more of a Vassal than a slave, and that she wanted to see some independent action and thought. The Space Marine had problems following some of it, as a lot of the words she used meant nothing to him.
When she finished, Impa nodded, "My Lady. The hell corruption throughout the machines around us will have spread to the drop-ship. We couldn’t use it anyway. The only way off this moon is through The Phobos Anomaly. We must hurry, for it will be closed soon."
"How soon?" The Space Marine asked.
"I do not know. The forces of Hell have been summoned there, those that you did not kill. I do not think it will be long."
"Then that’s where we’re going. Keep on the lookout for weapons, armour, medipacks. I’ll go first, then Daisy, then…"
The Space Marine suddenly realised he didn’t know his former captor’s name. Shifting his shotgun, he held out a hand.
"Hi. Corporal Flynn Taggart."
"I am Impa."
The Space Marine wasn’t entirely comfortable at the idea of putting a ‘prisoner’ in combat, but he’d seen how fast and strong she was, and with all the demons against them he wanted the help. Surely they didn’t expect him to defeat everything Hell had on his own, especially when he could get a little co-op?
He spun the shotgun out around in front of him, and walked towards the door. He made a point of turning his back on them, a gesture of trust, though he was still alert for the possibility he was being set up. Lady Cottontail followed him, and then Impa. Impa knew if the other two were captured their suffering would be nothing compared to hers. She was serving Lady Cottontail against Hell itself, and there could be no forgiveness.
Central Processing (E1M6)
"Something has changed."
The Duke realised Woe had stopped, and turned back towards Woe. The ‘UAC researcher’ had her eyes closed and her head to the side. The Duke felt his ever present anger bubbling up.
"Well?"
Woe said nothing. Around her green radioactive waste bubbled, semi-processed and highly toxic. The Duke felt like holding her head under until she was more forthcoming. Woe opened her eyes, revealing all-black spheres. The Duke was a creature of Hell, he’d seen horrors beyond human reckoning and been responsible for most of them; yet he still felt almost spooked to see such hateful voids in a human face.
"Eddies of power shifting, always moving. On this dead moon I feel a human truly live again."
Woe blinked a few times and returned her eyes to normal. The Duke shivered, uncomfortably aware that Woe was expecting something of him. As intelligent as he was it still took time to make the connection. He roared, and slammed a mighty fist against the wall.
"ROARAGH! The human soldier has his soul back!"
Woe grinned mirthlessly, awaiting the Duke’s instruction. She began to wonder if there might be some amusement, some challenge, for her in this summoning. The Duke was taking his rage out against unfeeling stone, slamming clawed pink fists into heavy stone. He wanted something to kill, but Central Processing was deserted and he didn’t dare attack Woe.
"He is the most dangerous human I’ve ever seen! Those fools! I told them to fear the witch!"
"It is unwise to go now and face them. We should prepare for them here."
His anger momentarily spent, The Duke saw sense and accepted his summoned creature’s plan. Woe turned around and began to walk back the way they’d come. The Duke followed her considering the best place to meet the humans. Woe turned the corner ahead, and when he caught up she was kneeling by the body of a fallen Space Marine.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to see them."
Woe pulled the helmet from the hours old corpse, the back of it mangled by an Imp’s fireball. She looked down into a dead face, cold and blue, with a puddle of mostly-dried sticky blood around it. She paid no mind to the dirt and gore that was adding new stains to her ragged white coat. Woe pulled a chain around the corpse’s neck, to hold dog tags in her hands.
"PFC A E Sanders? We’re going to make some magic."
Woe called The Duke over and had him slice some fat from the body with a clawed finger. She rolled it in her hands and little sparks flew around. The fat went black, and part of the wax seemed to alter, and become more like a wick. The Duke recognised the magical candle, they would last a very long time without burning down.
Woe stood it on the floor before pulling the left eye from the corpses head and holding it above the candle. The Duke stepped back and shielded his eyes just in time, yet it seemed as if the green flash was visible through his hand.
"ARRRGH! Why didn’t you warn me you were doing that?"
A large malevolent yellow eye floated above the candle, a pulsing green triangle and circle about it. Woe was looking into the eye and The Duke knew she was looking through the eye upon the Space Marine. She watched them as they left The Phobos Lab into a harsh and heavy storm. He moved around impatiently and marvelled at how the eye and its candle appeared exactly the same from every angle he viewed them.
"That is no ordinary witch. She is a rabbit-spirit, powerful, old and cunning. She has bound the Imp to her service and now all three stand against Hell. She is… not at her strongest, a creature of Earth. She’ll need to take magic from others and lacks much now. There are swirls of destiny and fate about them and much is unclear, only this I know: He can defeat the forces of Hell and set back all that we’ve worked towards… perhaps permanently."
"NO! Perhaps he shot down some incautious Imps or some flesh-sated minor demons, but against anything stronger he’s nothing! A lone human. Pah!"
"With the aid of the Rabbit-Spirit it is perhaps a certainty. We cannot risk letting him live."
Woe staggered back and suddenly her eyes were black again. When Woe spoke, it was in a harsh inhuman voice, as bad in its way as her eyes.
"No, he shall live! Such powerful destiny in Hell’s sway would win the war with heaven. I must take him and the destiny of his soul. You will assist me for the glory of Hell!"
Woe’s phenomenal evil intelligence formulated a plan even quicker than The Duke’s anger could rise, and she was on her feet before him, her little ‘human’ body pushing the mighty duke back against the wall. He towered over her, with muscles bulging out all over his hefty body; her strength was greater.
"I can take him by surprise and trickery. This body will shall be my lure."
The Duke sneered, "A lone human female utterly unharmed amongst all the corpses, untouched by horror? He’ll be on the watch for demons after that damned turncoat-Imp. Are you foolish?"
Woe looked up into The Duke’s big angry eyes and smiled icily. The Duke screamed internally at himself to show more respect to the powerful being, he knew how to be diplomatic, he was just thrown by her appearance, he thought.
"I did not say I would be untouched. I need you."
Woe took ahold of The Duke’s hanging cock between her hands, small against the oversized demon, yet possessed of firm strength.
"In the 29 years of this body’s life, these hands never caressed a phallus. When they come through here, I’ll break away from you and run screaming into his arms. Then transport both of us through the ether."
The Duke realised that he would then be facing the rabbit-spirit and the strong female Imp alone. He’d summoned the creature before him to aid him against the witch and now she was leaving him in it. Hell’s damned will to try and sway the soldier again. Still, she had given him useful information on the rabbit-spirit, and now her skilled hands were very rapidly bringing his mighty demonic dick up hard.
"This rabbit-spirit… if she isn’t human, perhaps we can turn her to Hell’s path too, for her power? Offer her a deal?" Since she wasn’t a human witch, The Duke would have preferred to return to his position of command at the Phobos Anomaly and send subordinates to deal with the new threat of the re-ensouled human and his companions. It wasn’t an option – He and Woe would have to prevent them passing.
Woe impaled her face on the demonic dick that had ‘fathered her’ into her current form, and made no answer. The Duke was truly awed to see the scientist’s body swallow his meat down, and suddenly paranoid at the calculated lust in Woe’s eyes, muttered a protective spell about himself. Woe was holding herself at an awkward angle, stretching her mouth around the massive meat and trying to swallow it all. As The Duke did nothing but stare, and Woe quickly noted this. She angrily pulled the hardening cock from her mouth and smacked it hard. The Duke groaned.
"How am I to convince this human I am your victim, if he sees you slackjawed and staring?"
Woe’s words sank in. The Duke grabbed a hold of Woe’s head and pushed it back down onto his meat, twisting the sexy woman as if she were a victim. He began to thrust himself down her throat, building to a new climax. Woe enthusiastically rubbed at his shaft and cupped his balls, urging the seed up his giant pink shaft, sucking with infernal lung strength.
The Duke worked his buttocks, his hands about her head, he was thrusting hard enough to pull Woe off the ground as his passion rose and he used himself in her face. Woe could feel his climax fast approaching and lightning fast hooked her legs behind his, incredibly lithe and flexibly, yanking him to his knees. The Duke dropped as Woe twisted her legs away, swinging like a rag-doll, and her lips kissed his balls at the bottom of his shaft.
He gowled mightily and began to cum, shooting a second load of the day into Woe’s belly as she pulled her head off in time to catch The Duke’s continuing loads in her face, spattering her glasses her hair and her upper body, coating her breasts with slimy demon cum, which dropped to the floor in heavy splats.
"More!" Woe told him, and The Duke again reacted slowly. It had been long since he’d tasted Earth’s pleasures and he’d only rarely found any human woman willing to service him with such enthusiastic willing. He missed the screams. Woe grabbed ahold o behind his knees and pulled his legs painfully out as if he weighed nothing. He lifted his head as it banged against the floor and shouted curses at the lack of dignity forced upon him. She pulled him across the floor and then stood over him. His cock reared angrily out from his body, hairy and malevolent as Woe crouched over it.
The Duke was worried about physically hurting Woe with his meat if she impaled herself on it again – he really didn’t want her pissed at him – but consoled himself that with her strength and durability he could apparently do her no harm without really trying or unless she wished it. Thinking harder, his weakness against her then made him feel worse. He suddenly saw himself as no longer a duke, but a grunt, a pawn in Hell’s plans.
Woe reached down for his clawed muscular pink hands and pulled him up onto her hips. The bottom of her lab coat hung down onto The Duke’s leg, dripping his still hot ejaculate. The Duke waited while Woe positioned his cockhead at her crotch and then at a nod pulled her hard down onto it. The cum slick demon dick bust straight through into the formerly virgin body Woe wore; a third of his length at the first thrust.
Woe ripped her blouse open and began to massage and maul her breasts as The Duke raised her up, and then pulled her down hard again, managing to fit almost all of himself into her. Woe laughed and clenched herself about The Duke’s cock so hard he groaned again. Panting heavy breaths, he raised her again, his shaft now slick with his own cum and Woe’s mixture of juice and virgin blood, her lips stretched wide about it as she continued to play with her mounds. The blood surprised him.
"NOW!" Woe demanded, and The Duke slammed his full length inside her causing the summoned creature to start a screaming orgasm of her own, which she tried to muffle with her fist. The Duke couldn’t pull out while Woe’s tight contractions spasmed about his cock, contenting himself with the exquisite sensations and ever ready for an attempt to trap him, or drain his power from the summoned creature. Now she had decided she was working for the greater benefit of Hell, The Duke trusted her far, far less. Woe pulled The Duke close and kissed him, an act of lust not love, her beautiful lips against his twisted, evil features. He tasted his own spunk even as it smeared against his body and was tossed about from Woe’s cum-sodden body,
Taking her by the ass, claws rending her white lab coat, he began to hump into her again, as Woe found it necessary to bite on her own wrist and try to stop her evil pleasure as she got off on The Duke’s huge meat. Pushing it aside, The Duke covered her mouth with his again, and pushed his foul tongue into her mouth, looking through cum smeared glasses into her eyes.
Woe was really into the fuck, twisting and moving on The Duke’s cock, moaning lustily every time he sank his length to the balls in her, wanting it to last while knowing they were short on time. She felt The Duke begin to shudder again, and expertly squeezed his shaft as he fired a heavy load into her womb, then another, and another, until it was squirting heavily around his shaft as he came.
Woe pulled herself off, dropping The Duke flat back on the ground as she stood. The spunk was literally streaming from her still gaping hole as she stood; thicker, stronger smelling than human spunk. Corrupt. She looked contemptuously at The Duke as he rubbed his still hard shaft, and more spunk squirted from the end.
"When you’ve finished playing with yourself there’s another hole that needs filling. I can feel their approach now, they are at the entrance to this place. They must discover us in union, hold my hips and then release them in the shock of discovery. I shall then run to him as a victim."
Woe dropped to her hands and knees at the bottom of steps, facing towards the yellow-key-door she knew they’d come through. She looked impatiently back at The Duke. Woe felt prepared to work her magic as soon as she was close enough to the Space Marine, to carry him out of ‘harm’s way’ and away from his friend and her demon servant. She wiped the spunk from her glasses as best she could for a clearer view, deciding not to remove them for the clearest.
The Duke watched her flick the lab coat up onto her back to reveal the torn crotch of her lab pants, her gaping cum leaking pussy, and the small, tight asshole. Now he felt sure he would harm her despite her powers, especially after he’d burst her hymen with such ease. As he stood and started towards her, he moved almost nervously.
"Fool. You can cause me no pain. I am more than able to protect and heal myself from anything you could do. Now just do it!"
The Duke snarled as Woe called him a fool, and ran up behind her. Dropping behind her he licked he tore her pants away more to fully reveal her pert ass. He slathered his tongue down the crack and then poked the tip inside her. Woe wiggled back on it, and he worked more into her. The Duke put as much of his tongue as he could into her ass, licking it around and up and down trying to lubricate. He saw Woe reach up and stoke her pussy though she kept her face locked on the door. The duke stood behind her again, spitting one last time between her cheeks. He towered over her, and had to point his cock downward in a half crouch to aim it at her.
"HURRY!" she called. The Duke slopped cum around quickly, and began to push his cock into her, the heat and pressure was greater than he expected. Woe began to cry and scream, a display of false grief. Taking her hips as she had said, he continued to drive his way into her ass the lubrication making it the best ass he’d ever taken and being a demon got off on the screams, even though they were faked. Pulling out a little he rammed in again, and Woe obliged with an extra large fake scream in time.
The Duke noticed her pussy gushing juices as he did his best to fuck her too-tight hole, grinding his teeth at the pleasure and almost pain on his cock. He didn’t think he’d last long even with demonic stamina. Taking an even tighter grip on her hips he growled fearsomely and put all his strength into a thrust that slapped his balls against her ass.
The duke was beyond words, almost beyond sense at heat and suction on his cock as he slowly pulled himself out. Sweat gleamed over his huge pink frame, and his balls were tight and ready to blast. He gripped his horns and calmed himself as Woe kept up her act. He thrust back in with a bestial howl, barely aware as the door opened at the top of the steps.

"What the frag?" The Space Marine stood in shock at the sight before him, the largest demon he’d yet seen raping a clearly human woman. He felt sick, and readied the chaingun – He wanted to use the rocket launcher, but didn’t want the splash damage of the explosion’s to further hurt the woman.
"HELP MEEEEE!" Woe screamed, as Impa gasped "The Duke! The most powerful demon on Phobos, my lady!" Lady Cottontail began to prepare herself for another magical battle, concentrating power from her being. She hoped for a chance to drain The Duke and take his power. Impa moved to protect Lady Cottontail.
The Duke was starting his climax, and only just remembered to let go of Woe’s hips and let her slip from his cock. As she scrambled forward powerful cum shots landed on the back of her head, then her back, then finally another blast on her ass before hitting the floor, he dropped to his knees still firing, leaving him almost dazed.
Seeing the woman out of the blast radius, and running wailing up the steps towards him, The Duke returned to his first idea and flipped up the rocket launcher. The rocket went screaming down the steps towards The Duke and hit him full in the chest. Finally shaken from his orgasmic reverie, The Duke roared to his feet greatly pained by the rocket.
"FRAG ME!" The Space Marine cussed, having expected a one shot kill. Then Woe fell into his arms and shouted the mystical word "AYEDEEVLEV" and they vanished in a flash of green light, taken away.
Impa and Lady Cottontail were taken utterly by surprise, the heavy glazing of the duke’s spunk having utterly masked Woe from them – they’d both assumed any demonic nature they were sensing was coming from the come. Now they were faced with a slightly injured but insanely mad Duke of Hell. Things looked bleak as they prepared for the fight.
End of part 5
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