1 Name: Inquisitor : 2009-10-19 22:05 [Del]
Sister Lucia ducked behind the remnants of a wall, panting desperately for breath with the occasional cough of blood giving the lifeless concrete a splash of color. This was not the first time she encountered combat, but no heretic, no witch, no damned Xenos could possibly match the ferocity of the horrors she saw in the last half hour. She was the last surviving victim of a Tyranid attack, sobbing in agony while a vicious swarm of buzzing insects angrily tore at every exposed crevice of her armor. She had prayed dearly to the Emperor to rescue her from this hell. No response came. At least not the one she was expecting.
For but a brief second, she could see a shadow creeping up from behind her, an all too familiar one. Before she could scream, she found her head smashed against the floor, with strands of bloodstained white hair quickly becoming stuck in her eyes. The pain took a moment to register, but she soon felt not her nose or teeth but a writhing mass of agony that dug into her facial muscles on the slightest attempt to move them. She could not look behind her, more out of fear than the clawed hand that kept the remnants of her face down.
Whatever it was, it did not make a sound, save for the swipes of its other claw against the hardened plating of her power armor. Once the sheets of plasteel were gone, it shredded away at the support systems, stopping briefly to rake long cuts against her exposed snow white flesh. For a time, it paused, as if it was surveying this fine piece of prey that it caught itself. She trembled in fear and cold and begged again and again for the Emperor to save her, to smite the Xenos, but her only response was continued shredding until the entire back side of her armor was gone, quickly followed by one of the claw arms raising her lower body up. Oh no, oh Emperor, it was going to violate her!
Her thoughts were vindicated by the sudden forced entry of something writhing and slimy between her legs, slithering its way in as it tested her depths, almost as if it was looking for something. Once it had found what it was looking for, it quickly erected itself without warning and quickly withdrew itself, only to ram back into her. Her eyes had but a second to go wide before it slid right out again, only to force its way back even harder. This continued until the battered human began to let out shrieks of pain, echoed by the sound of frenzied slapping of hard chitinous plating against her pasty ass, soon turned wet with the addition of trickling blood from her back. It was relentless. In but a few thrusts she had experienced her very first sexual encounter, and it was rape.
Time slowed to a crawl as the ramming continued, not even once altering in rhythm, as if this was just another function of this creature's existence. Before she could make any sense of what was going on, the Tyranid plunged even deeper into her ravaged cunt with sudden intensity, pausing for a brief moment while its throbbing organ sprayed out a large quantity of some strange fluid. As far as she could tell, it was very warm, and would be much like what she knew of semen if it was not for the sudden burning sensation. The second it withdrew from her, the burning only grew in intensity, although before she could ponder this further, she felt herself being turned over to face her ravager.
It stood there before her, a horrifying mass of chitin carapace and bulging musculature with tentacles hanging from its face and spikes extending from large scything talons on its back. A Lictor. Raised erect with her own blood dripping from it was the very tentacle he had just raped her with, adding to a pool of crimson that she spotted leaking out from her. Slowly, her eyes drifted downwards to her sprawled legs, where much to her horror she began to see small wriggling things. A fresh batch of them leaked out of her with each expulsion of blood, and soon these things began crawling up her soft white thighs and onto her bloated waist. Already, the loosened front plate of her armor had begun to bulge from the squirming mass of flesh pushing up against it. Weakly reaching her trembling hands over to lift it, she soon found the last thing she remembered before everything going black was the loudest scream she had ever made.
When she returned to consciousness a while later, all was silent, and the skies had gone completely black. There was a curious sucking sensation coming from her breasts, but the rest of her body felt numb, and something felt strangely missing. As memories of what she had seen earlier began rushing back, she fought the urge to take a look at what happened to her, but a familiar clawed hand lifted her head up slowly to give her the last glimpse of anything she was ever going to see as Sister Lucia.
Her monstrously bloated abdomen spasmed with each breath she took, squirting out another pool of writhing monstrosities that quickly squirmed up her spread thighs and onto her chest. There, hundreds of plated worm-like creatures had latched onto the necrotic flesh of her dilapidated breasts, breastfeeding off a mix of pus and milk. Yet, she felt not horror, but a sense of calm as she looked upon her children and their larger cousins for as far as they eye could see. As she lost consciousness for the last time, her newfound connection with the Hive Mind made her realize what she had become.
She was going to be a Hive Queen.
