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Undead Legions: A Homage to Deathstalker
By : JayDee
Category: +A through F > Anachronox
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Disclaimer: I do not own Anachronox, Half-Life 2, Mortal Kombat 3, Urban Chaos. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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 1: Rho Bowman of Anachronox
Content Codes: M+F, pwp, rape, mutil, snuff, viol
IP Disclaimer: I do not own Anachronox, nor any of the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
That there was some form of intelligent power behind the drawing of warriors and athletes, royalty and commoners, into the terrible city seemed beyond doubt. Many had fallen into the clutches of the zombie hordes and even worse that stalked the terrible streets, rotting buildings and fear tainted air, transported there by forces beyond their control. The latest to arrive in the killing streets came by science, rather than magic, yet we must believe the same force was behind the science as the magic.
Dr Bowman was the foremost expert in alien technology. There were computers programmed with less knowledge than she carried in her mind and even her rivals would seek her advice. So it was only natural that when an exploratory mining operation uncovered an alien machine unlike anything ever seen before, Rho Bowman was the first called to examine it.
She crouched beneath the too bright lights in the cold tunnel, still coldly angry at the sexual comments made by the rough miners as she was led down to the rock face. She knew criminal labor was used in dangerous mining operations, and assumed the immoral background was responsible for the most degrading comments about "drilling that ass" and "painting the dark meat white." As the mining company representative ignored the comments, indeed, offered no sympathetic support at all, she felt she had to do also. As she crouched, she felt sure the suit was eying her ass.
"This is it… we’ve scanned it with everything we’ve got, should be able to get a reading 50 kays down, even the high gain scanners are giving nothing. Some of the men pawed it before we called them off, no reaction at all."
Rho peered through her glasses at the alien contours of the machine. She really had seen nothing like the metal before her, but the pattern of bumps reminded her of an old pattern seen in early MysTec. She reached out both hands to the device, palms down, and felt a slight tingle that grew immediately to great pain and bright light. She cried out in surprise, but her hands would not come free from the metal. Blinking furiously, she felt the world change around her.
The mine tunnel was gone. High above a twilight sky had replaced the rough dark ceiling beneath. She stood amazed on the side of a street in a very primitive looking world. Rho’s palms were burned where the alien device had activated, and twin patches blistered quickly in her palms. Fluid filled bubbles formed and joined on the light brown skin surface. The pain was severe. Rho realised she had nothing immediately to dress the wounds with, or even offer the most basic treatment. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and try to ignore the strong pain signals which felt as if she still gripped the super-heated metal.
There was a continuous loud noise which Dr Bowman initially mistook for a strong breeze before realising it was caused by numerous voices all groaning at once. She shivered, for there was something terrible in that noise. Rho looked around, trying to gauge the direction of the voices. They seemed to be all around her. As she slowly turned a new voice began to scream chilling terror. It was very close, perhaps just around the corner. Beads of sweat formed on Rho’s chocolate brown skin as she resolved to investigate. She had been in tough situations with Boots and the others, and wasn’t about to run from a scream.
Still, her heart was beating far above its normal healthy rate as the scientist peered anxiously around the corner of the building. The street around the corner was far from empty. Rho’s face paled as she saw the milling crowd of undead citizens. One group was gathered especially tightly around the origin of the screaming. The cries were suddenly choked off, and Rho’s eyes fixed on a long muscular leg emerging past the nearest undead. The blood spattered limn kicked spastically and dropped still. It was all she could see of the screamer, and even that was obscured as more undead reached hungrily for the unclaimed meat. The wind changed suddenly to blow towards Rho, bringing with it the full stench of rotting undead flesh.
Dr Bowman’s involuntary retch drew immediate reaction from those who hadn’t managed to claim a piece. Her stomach lurched, sending her last meal towards the sidewalk in a thin stream. Milky eyes turned towards the noise, and then a mob of undead lurched with determination towards the puking scientist. Rho saw the approaching movement through teary eyes, and to her growing horror made out the shapes of their cocks. Every walking corpse she could see was clearly ready to fuck and eat. She suddenly had a very real mental image of just what had choked off the other woman’s screams.
She pushed away from the building corner with the tips of her fingers, the pain in her palms forgotten, and ran from the undead. Her long coat flapped behind the physically fit scientist as she covered 100 meters in a new personal best time. Her escape was working until the street ahead filled with more zombies drawn to the noise of the earlier screaming. Rho drew up fast, breathing hard, and span around. There was no escape there, for the road was filled with loosely packed zombies approaching with outstretched arms. Seeing no other choice, she ran towards an already broken plate glass window to the left, and jumping hard, threw her whole body at the hoped escape path.
There was no escape. Whatever the store had once contained, the glass was extra thick and broke only a little more. Dr Bowman’s hopes were dashed as a lethally sharp glass spike stabbed deeply into her stomach. Half inside the shop, and half out, her weight pressed down on the spike until it burst wetly through her back narrowly missing her spine. She felt the cold glass as it carved through soft tissue and protesting viscera. Dr Bowman’s scientific mind catalogued the vital intestinal tract and other organs most likely skewered by glass, while the rest of her mind made her scream at the awesome pain that radiated from the wound.
Her suffering seemed to spur on the zombies. She felt dead fingers ripping away her leggings and exposing her cunt to the cold air. The first cock forced into her caused the skewering glass to slice further into her flesh. Rho’s pain increased horribly as blood bubbled around the wound. The only escape from her torment could be death. She tried to reach for broken glass on the floor to cut her own throat. Glass shards slashed her scrabbling fingers to the bone, while the hard thrusts shaking her skewered body meant she quickly dropped the bloody glass from her mangled fingers.
Another zombie dug its cold fingers into the wound in her back, and tore away a hunk of flesh which had been sliced cleanly by the broken glass. The fingers moving inside Rho’s wound felt almost like a new, more painful, sexual assault. The zombie brutally raping Rho also wanted some of the tasty red meat beneath her still youthful black skin. It tried to tear loose the toned muscles of her buttocks as it fucked deeply into her tight warmth. Rho couldn’t see behind herself, only into the darkness of the shop. Her scientific mind was gone, lost in the terror and the pain. She knew she was going to die and she was suddenly so afraid of what would come next.
A door at the back of the shop opened, and a further mob of undead men and women burst into the looted shop. They lurched straight for the screaming Dr Bowman. She shook her head, trying to deny what was happening even as the zombie raping her exploded coldly into her bleeding cunt, further lubricating her un-aroused dryness. Undead jism leaked freely down her thighs as the sexually sated zombie sank to the floor to directly consume her meat. She felt the dirty broken teeth close on her leg before the zombie bit deeply into her left calf. Another thick cold cock was already buried in her bloody cunt, thrusting hard in the slick mess left by the first zombie rapist.
The first of the groaning crowd inside the shop to reach Rho claimed its prize. Pungent grey-green hands firmly gripped Rho’s head as a bulbous dead cock was pressed between her drool encrusted lips. Dr Bowman had grown hazy from the blood loss and shocking agony as her increasingly weak screams were cut off. There would be no more undead drawn to the orgiastic feast. She couldn’t even find the strength to bite into the zombie’s cock as it was quickly forced down into her throat.
Two others took her arms. The first wrapped her palm around his cock and burst fresh blisters as it managed a rough approximation of jerking off. The other just bit freely into Rho’s forearm. It tore appreciatively into the muscle, chewing flesh and swallowing blood lustfully. Rho’s tear streaked face was choked around the impaling shaft. She tried retching again, but the thrusting zombie cock forced her remaining bile back down. The slack scrotum that slapped into her chin was torn, one testicle hanging wetly free, but the zombie didn’t care. It felt only the pleasure of her constricting throat along its length.
More teeth bit into Rho’s flesh. Whenever a Zombie could tear a bite away, another would pull it aside for a fresh bite. First came mouthfuls of skin and clothing, until Rho’s body was flayed over large sections. Few would have been able to tell the beautiful black sheen of her skin from the raw meat remaining. She was very close to death, but with her brilliant brain intact in her nearly destroyed body, death would not be the end.
Rho’s rapists spurted into both ends as her interrogative brown eyes took on the milky hue of the undead. As the pain faded away the respected and beautiful scientist became purely a creature of lust and appetite like the rest of horde, working her impaled body to try and satisfy either desire.
To be continued… for the zombie team, anyway.
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Undead Legions: A Homage to Deathstalker	By : JayDee Category: +A through F > Anachronox Views: 12195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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