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Druuna: Hale's Tale	By : Nickamano Category: Comic Strips > Little Orphan Annie Views: 721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part one - Morbus Gravis
- 2-Part two - Beyond Morbus Gravis
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Part two – Beyond Morbus Gravis

Glen maintained his picquet line, gripping the wooden stock of his carbine low in steady hands. He knelt still and steady, head and eyes moving, hands ready to move, searching the landscape of rubble, dust and twisted metal in front of him for signs.
His job was to guard the entrance to the barracks, to be an early warning beacon for the approach of the enemy. Except no one really knew who the enemy was. Plague carriers and mutants obviously, but they were not what Glen thought of as a potential enemy force out there with the ability to take down the barracks.
Three soldiers approached him from his rear. The direction of the barracks. He let them approach him and then asked them their business.
"Scavenging duty, we're looking for goodies for Jock. There're supposed to be settlements hidden in all this carnage. People have been spotted milling about. We're gonna have a look around and see what they have to share."
"I've never seen anyone." Glen said, frowning.
If he'd known there could be goodies in his patrol area, he would have been in that rubble searching for them himself. Guns, women and food. He sighed, giving them the nod and then watching them slip away, fading into the distance.
Enamoured by the prospect of goodies and bored of the usual crouch and watch. Glen sought out his other two barrack guards and gave them the heads up. They were both below him in rank so, receiving orders to spread out their positions to incorporate his own while he wandered out into the sector, was nothing to them. They followed them.
The place never looked the same whenever they came on duty these days. So, walking around the side of what he thought was a familiar skeleton of a building only to find himself somewhere he had never been before was no longer a new experience. However, disconcerting it remained.
Glen saw the slender hand poking out from a pile of loose rubble half blocking the terminus of a wide circumference drain. If that was even what it had been. He had to blink to prove to himself that he wasn't hallucinating. Shouldering his carbine, he started to carefully uncover the owner of the hand. Moving stones and rocks as carefully and quietly as he could, all the while keeping one eye and all of his attention on his surroundings. There wasn’t much rubble on the body, it was squashed up inside the filthy tunnel, with the rocks, stones and grit filling in much of its mouth. Perhaps the hand’s owner had been climbing along the drain, came to the blockage at its exit and had been trying to dig his or her way out and become trapped, or caught or killed there. Still, dead or alive, just an arm or a whole body. Glen had to know.
Once the stones were out of the way it was easy to grab the hand around the wrist and forearm and pull, smooth a steady, for all he knew there might be a fully grown mutant in the pitch blackness of the drain, eating the rest of it. However, the arm slid smoothly, attached to a shoulder and then the rest.
He soon found it was a teenage girl. She appeared to be in one piece, a few bruises and abrasions but nothing seemed to be broken. And there were no blood stains or obvious holes or bites. Though it was a struggle, he forced himself to ignore what or who he was actually dealing with until he had cursorily checked the body for damage or obvious signs of the ‘Evil’. And then once he had deemed it safe had actually looked at her.
She was definitely teenage. Pubescent, but freshly so, her face showing youthful childlike qualities of large eyes, the rest of her not quite matured into full adult hood, Her skin smooth in its youthful elasticity without line, wrinkle or unblemished. Strangely she was hairless other than eye brows and lashes. She was pale, but in a creamy way rather than sickly or pallid. She was also shockingly beautiful, even with the dust and grime painting much of her flesh. The smooth innocence that shone through her conscious-less features, almost took his breath away. Her clothing was rudimentary, a simple poncho that almost reached her knees and was secured at the waist, individual knee highs though one had rolled down past her knee, lightweight sporty shoes and elasticated bands of dirty white fabric covering her arms from wrists to mid-biceps.
Freed from the confines of the drain, he knelt down ready to strip and explore this ripe young body a little more. But a sudden tumble of rocks, from somewhere nearby followed by a strange echoing clang from within the drain had him choosing to postpone his fun. He quickly hoisted her up onto his shoulder so he could carry her with relative ease, well balanced for walking and leaving one hand free for his carbine. His other hand naturally found its way onto her bare ass beneath the flap of her poncho. It felt lovely, smooth and soft yet revealing hard muscle beneath, slender and athletic yet also shapely. It was the most natural thing to enjoy a leisurely fondle while he carried her back toward the safety of the barracks.
Glen walked carefully over the rubble, loose cabling and smashed pipe that formed the uneven ground, enjoying the feel of the firm, smooth curve of buttock-crevice beneath his questing fingers. He touched the little split peach of her pouting vulva and smiled at the increased heat emanating across the tips of his fingers.
“Nice little piece you are.” He muttered. “I’m going to enjoy doing whatever I want to you.”
After laying a light slap against the firm shape of one buttock, Glen shifted his hand slightly, searching out the little point of fire of her tight, succulent little anal mouth.
“If you weren’t so boring and unconscious girl, I’d throw you to the ground and have you here and now!”
He was so intent on the sensual feel of the bald girl’s supple young body that the slithering noise behind him didn’t snare his attention until it was too late.
He dropped the girl while spinning around to try and raise his carbine but he was not fast enough. The big robust mutant engulfed him with flesh tearing tentacles and a hellish fanged maw, silencing the soldier before he could utter so much as a squeak.
After eating his fill, the bullish mutant carefully picked up the bald girl and carried her away.

Some part of it recognised that though she herself, however fresh and supple and tasty looking and unimportant, had been in the company of the one who was wholly important. And for that reason, the two should be together. Perhaps they could help and look out for each other. He would dump this morsel with the important one and leave them where they would be found and taken care of. Though it would have to keep a watch over them both until that time.
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Commander Jock found the two women, unconscious but healthy, lying side-by-side at a corner of an old abandoned roofless building, along his patrol route. He frowned with suspicion eyeing his surroundings carefully. It seemed to be too good to be true that these two doubtless attractive women would just be lying there in his path, waiting to be found. But then, he recognised the elder one as Druuna and he hurriedly called out to his men who were in hearing distance. Snapping out curt orders, had them pick the two women up and then they all started, at once, back for the barracks.
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Hale woke, naked, in a featureless concrete room. There was a metal door without a handle or exposed hinges but that was the only feature other than a cemented in narrow grille within the too high to reach ceiling, with a couple of low wattage bulbs beneath it. The only other ceiling feature was a robust looking metal ring. There was a slot in the bottom of the door, but it was completely immovable from inside. It was an unaccountable passage of time, an hour or a day or more, before there was any interaction with the outside world. When it did occur, it consisted of nothing more than a cold meal on a moulded cardboard tray along with a cold clear liquid that were shoved into the cell through the slot in the bottom of the door. Hale pounded and yelled on the hard steel but no one came and no one addressed her.
She ate and drank. And then she slept on the hard floor. With neither blanket or pillow. She awoke to find the food leftovers gone and everything else to be just the same.
Another timeless expanse passed by and then the door opened. A protective suited figure entered, carrying some kind of heavy-duty metal hose. Hale could see armed soldiers standing guard outside the door, their weapons covering the doorway. She was under no illusions about what would happen to her if she tried to flee.
Instead, she tried to talk to the thing in the suit. He looked alien, the bulky plastic one-piece suit covering him from toes to collar. The helmet, looking part respirator, part insect head was covered by electronic eyes and ears. All kinds of filtering and breathing apparatus, control boxes, tanks and hoses were fixed to the back and the waistbelt of the sandy coloured suit.
He didn't answer her shaky, desperate pleas, instead levelling the hose on her. He activated the emitter nozzle. A hot flesh-stinging topaz liquid burst under intense pressure and struck Hale like a wall.
Knocked back right off her feet, she landed ass first on the concrete. She screamed, throwing her arms up to try to protect herself from the almost scalding spray, but the intense liquid and the man controlling it were relentless.

Hale awoke to find more food and water waiting for her. Her body was still stinging and sore from the spray and there was an infirmary kind of skink throughout her cell. She slept again.
When Hale awoke the next time, she almost immediately realised that she was blind. She could feel nothing covering her eyes and was able to feel herself blinking and screwing her eyes shut, opening them wide but her sight revealed nothing but blackness. So, even though her head felt like it was full of oil-soaked cotton wool, Hale started to panic. The panicking revealed why her arms were aching so much. They were stretched up over her head, and she was apparently suspended by something from the ceiling above her. A coldness caressing her tender creamy skin reminded her she was still naked. The abrupt sound of a voice, filling the silence of the room, though through a speaker somewhere focused her attention and it frightened her. It was the first voice she had heard since she had lost that woman Druuna in the outside world.

"Don't worry." The hard male voice said. "Your blindness isn't permanent, it's a temporary result of the disinfectant wash. We needed to make sure you were clean enough to be of use. Free of plague, other transmittables and infections… pregnancy. You'll have been given certain medicines in your food too..."
Hale spat out a desperate interruption.
"Who are you? What are you going to do to me? What do you mean ‘be-of-use’?"
The voice apparently bit back a surge of impatience, raising his static voice as he insistently continued with his sentence as if the interruption hadn't taken place.
"The medicines you've consumed give you extra stamina, heighten your senses, and kill your ovaries."
The last bit he attempted to gloss over as if it didn't matter.
"Just think of it." He expressed, as though offering reassurance. "No more monthly bleeds, no chance of pregnancy!"
"What's going on here?! Let me go at once!" Hale snarled.
Her fear empowered her voice with more venom than she felt, it was a skill she had always had but rarely had the opportunity to use. She knew she was helpless in her prison and her manacles.
"I'm Commander Jock. Everything here I lead or I own. I train my men. They fight hard and require a lot of recreation when they return from the dangers of the world outside these ramparts. Obviously, the best form of recreation is women."
As he spoke Hale noticed his voice changed. The static over the speaker quality was replaced by a warm, well-spoken human voice in the room with her. Immediately it increased in volume. As though he was approaching her. His sweat, not an unpleasant rankness like Monk's had been, caught in her fear flared nostrils and then his hot breath caressed her face, her breasts; a moment later, her bare pussy.
"What's going to happen to me?” She said, fear over taking the anger. “What are you going to do with me?"
"I'll show you." He said with heated cruelty thick in his voice, as thick as the lust that seemed to ooze from his body like a pheromone.
Something happened, she felt herself relaxed suddenly. The pain in her shoulders was screaming at her but however she was suspended from the ceiling it had been loosened or removed.
“Down. Down on your knees.” The voice commanded.
There was a heat in that voice, not just in control, not just commanding and insistent, but excited. Just like Monk. She carefully knelt on the concrete, her knees responding to the hard, unforgiving surface. Her arms had dropped down to the tops of her thighs. Her wrists felt manacled together, and she felt additional weight on top of the handcuffs, and little chinks of the sound, of chain links whenever she moved her arms or shoulders. She assumed the chain was curled around her on the floor. A thought occurred. Could she use the chain as a weapon? What would be the point? She was blind, there were armed guards outside the door. And those problems only came after the more immediate ones - if she could find the door. If she would be able to use the chain to successfully deal with this Commander. She couldn’t remember the name he had used.
She sensed his proximity. And then a hand on her bare scalp, caressing her baldness. She could smell the scent of him, a mixture of rank uniform smell of old sweat, as well as detergent and soap. She could even feel a wave of body heat coming off him, parts of him must be close to her skin.
   "Open your mouth and get sucking." He ordered.
A shiver thrashed its way through Hale and she whimpered but said nothing. Her mouth remained shut her nostrils flaring, momentarily overdosing on the scents of this man, whoever he was.
"You're about to get fucked in the cunt and ass, girl. And the only lubrication will be coming from your mouth, so it's in your own interest to suck me. "
Still, she paused, hesitating, still trying to think about what options she might have.
"Do it now...!" He snapped.
Hale gasped at the frightening tone and harshness of the order. Shivering, as much from fear as cold, and trying to fight back her rising tears, she opened her mouth.
With the parting of her lips came a sudden rough invasion. A warm truncheon of hard, living flesh rammed its way into her open mouth. She choked and gagged on the penetrating invader but had enough clarity as well as fear to push down the urge to bite down. It was Monk all over again. The aggression, the sadism. And the genetically augmented size of the erection.
She felt both his hands enclose her bare skull and a weight shuffling forward, pushing more and more of the shaft into her mouth and then into her throat. Hale gagged and spluttered but she could do nothing and the cock pushed all the way in until she felt the Commander's hips, his wiry tickling pubic hair and hard muscled groin pressing against her face.
Starting to idly saw his erection, in punishing deep throating strokes in and out of the girl's face, he began to swap between working his powerful hips and using his vice grip of her bald head to propel her throat back and forth along his erection.
He silently focussed on fucking her mouth and throat for a short time while Hale, his words reverberating in her head, used her tongue to apply liberal amounts of her saliva all of her his cock, flicking and washing, using her agile tongue like a ladle.
The Commander suddenly pulled out and quickly shoved his captive into the position he required of her, down on her knees with her ass up in the air and her face pressed to the hard ground. Then he stepped up to her prone buttocks and slammed into her available cunt with a single, rapid penetrating action. Hale gasped loudly and he let out a guttural sigh in response, a smooth pleasure filled groan. He started to fuck her immediately with long slow thrusts. It was a timeless duration of doggy style raping before the Commander made any sound beyond pleasure filled grunts.
"In this life,” He told her casually, “everyone has a particular role to play. And this is going to be yours from now on."
He ignored her free-flowing tears and quiet sniffling, his hands pressed into her hips to steady her to take his hard sawing thrusts. She was still dry inside but the saliva she had coated his hardness with was proving enough to keep him sliding comfortably inside her cunt.
"My men are good soldiers, but frustration gets the better of them. You will definitely be a good source of relief for them."
He lifted a hand and struck three hard slaps down onto the taut flesh of one of her pert, firm buttocks. It quivered only slightly under his strike. Hale cried out loudly, whimpering at the added assault.
"Owwww! Bastard!" She screamed. "Stop it!"
"You're quite attractive even without hair. And you have a fine figure and a personality perfect for their desires. So, the sooner I hand you over to them, the happier they'll be."
He could feel the insides of her tight cunt beginning to juice up for him as he continued his steady, deep fucking pace. The girl was starting to respond despite herself.
"I don't want to." She moaned, her voice quavering and desperate. "Leave me alone. Let me go!"
"Let you go?! Go where? There are mutants all over the place. Mutants and the lawless, who can be just as cruel. You wouldn't make it to the next settlement on your own. You'd be raped and sodomised over and over again, forced to eat a gallon of mutant jizz and then you’d be eaten alive!"
He drew his slick hard shaft out of Hale's cunt, enjoying her gasped reaction at the sudden removal of his throbbing shaft of hard heat.
"No... Here you'll be raped and sodomised every day and you'll have to swallow a lot of cum, but you won't be eaten alive, or permanently harmed. You'll be fed and cared for, kept healthy and fresh for my men's pleasures for as long as they want you. As long as you’re entertaining for them."
Hale felt the Commander rubbing the long underside of his erection against her cheeks of her tight, athletic bottom. Slapping her buttocks with his cock meat, while two fingers of his free hand dipped into her pussy and scooped out some of her juices. He continued talking to her all the while.
"Your life won't be any different than if you did manage to survive long enough to make it to the next settlement. You'd only have to sell your body there too - for food, shelter, protection, not to mention our serum. You'll get all of that here and there's a whole army here to protect you from all the mutants and the monsters, and the lawless. This is the safest place you could find in a hundred square miles... Of course that’s dependent on my signature on your transfer form. So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep still and relax..."
“No!” Hale screamed, acutely aware of what was coming. “Don't ! I can't!!”
It was Monk all over again, though perhaps not quite as sizeable. She felt the cock head touch the mouth of her anus and then push forwards insistently.
"Take this dick!" He snarled loudly in response.
Wincing, and whimpering noisily Hale felt herself opening for his cock, Monk had taught her the pain of trying to fight a sodomising penetration and this time she relaxed as much as she could.
Panting and remembering well the agony of Monk shoving his thing up her ass, Hale did everything she had learned to ease her own invasion. And sure enough, she felt the hot crown of his fat erect slide forcefully past her tiny sphincter, her anal mouth abruptly snatched inward again around his invading girth like an overstretched elastic band, as the fat mushroom of his cock head popped into her. She cried out at the sudden, raw, burning sensation. And the Commander grabbed her hips cruelly and hauled her back onto his piercing shaft. He pulled her all the way onto him until his bony hips cracked against her firm, cool buttocks.
He groaned deeply as he hit home. And then without hesitation, he started to pulverise her ass with plundering cock thrusts.
Hale didn't remember much more. She was dimly aware of the anal abuse taking an age, of her aching all over, of the humiliation of an unwanted climax, and another. Of her juices running down her quivering inner thighs as all the while her sodomiser grunted continually, labouring inside her, enjoying her, brutalising her. His climax had, when he eventually dumped it inside her, had been as hot and plentiful as she had ever experienced in that short-lived horror as a sexually active girl under Monk. She felt his seed oozing thickly out of her when he had eventually removed his shaft from her aching guts, following the long and noisy climatic battering he assaulted her with.
The Commander climbed to his feet, humming playful in his afterglow. He casually released Hale from her manacles, apparently coiling the chains and the took them away with him as he walked away. Left to her own devices, the whole experience washed over Hale and she collapsed onto the cold hard floor, crying and shivering in her despair and agony. And the vision of her future that the Commander had left her with.
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A delicious scent wafted across Hale's nostrils and then a soft and low rhythmic whooshing made itself noticed. Her flesh felt warm, caressed by a gentle soothing breeze. Opening her eyes and looking about found Hale gasping with a wondrous, awed bewilderment.
The ceiling, always before shrouded in putrid fog clouds or utter darkness was now an unearthly iridescent blue with wisps of gorgeous white mist here and there. She lay, naked, on a soft bed of smooth, fine and warm sand, while warm tropical ocean waves caressed her bare feet.
She sat up and looked around her. The ocean filled the horizon, the sun blazing high in the blue sky, bathing everything in its loving warmth. Behind her was a curtain of green. Rich low foliage providing a skirt for the tall forest of fruit and palm trees that, as with the ocean opposite, stretched as far as her eyes could see.
From the golden sand horizon, parallel with both the ocean and then forest, came a figure in golden-olive tanned gleaming flesh, and a cascade of dark lush brown hair. Limbs swung gracefully, long and lean, curved with firm smooth muscle as the figure approached.
An erotic and captivating bounce confirmed to Hale that the slender figure was female and well-built, voluptuous even. The size and buoyancy of her perky mouth-watering breasts, the thick lush mass of dark hair framing her head and shoulders and the richly tanned skin colouring. Each and every element of her inducing a profound jealousy in Hale, confirmed the woman's identity. She was the woman Hale had been imprisoned alongside, named Druuna.
Neither spoke to the other. In fact, it didn't even occur to Hale to open her mouth. She lay there on the soft sand, propped up on her braced arms, enjoying the contrasting heat of the sun with the relative cool of the wind and the waves; enjoying the scent of the salty ocean air, the rich floral aromas of the forest. And, if she was honest, the view as Druuna approached her.
The older woman came to a halt, standing over Hale, hands on her hips, blocking out the brilliant liquid gold of the sun. She smiled broadly though she was practically silhouetted with the blazing sun behind her.
Hale felt her movements were almost preordained. She moved as she knew she meant to. She knelt up. Druuna followed with her own move, the woman spread her thighs, wantonly licking her lips looking down at the younger girl who stared hungrily back at her.
Hale's eyes caressed Druuna, from her sultry earthen brown eyes downwards. Full succulent lips that Hale ached to taste, the hot tanned flesh of her sweat sheened body, those two huge gravity defying breasts so soft, so perky and buoyant. Then there was the lean flat stomach, those wide firm hips and that shadowed groin with the luscious pink lips pouting forth from the sparse pubic nest, velvety and intimate flesh, glistening blatantly with sweet desire.
The girl’s slack mouth wasted no time, leaning forward, her lips met Druuna's pussy lips and her tongue darted out to taste her, feeling from the hard warm numb of the woman's concealed clitoris, while her small delicate hands reached around the smooth hips to fasten onto her firm and delectably shaped buttocks.
Hale licked and sucked at Druuna's cunt, suckling gently though her appetite was hearty and excitable. She nipped at the soft labia with pearly teeth covered by soft full lips. While her tongue stroked and dabbed and flicked the woman's clitoris and vaginal entrance together.
She felt Druuna's hands stroking her bald head, soft smooth caresses that gave Hale tingles of pleasure, she reached down to her upper back and shoulders. Hale’s moans reflecting Druuna’s own gasps and whimpers in an ultra-erotic melody that made Hale want to pleasure her all the more.
But Druuna wasn't having any of it. She gently drew Hale's face from the crux of her thighs and with gentle but insistent pushes, eased her onto the beach on her lithe back. The heat of the soft white sand on Hale's bare back added to the surrounding sensations as Druuna enveloped her, urging her smooth naked body down onto the girl's. Her hot, firm thighs interlocked with Hale's, the sweet intoxicating scent of the woman, her soft dark hair showering down around Hale's young face; her lips touching her flesh, her skull, her forehead.
Hale gasped, how she longed for the feel of Druuna. Hale's body ached for hers. She needed the older woman to touch her, to kiss her, to penetrate her with fingers, her tongue, anything.
It felt as if, for Hale, death itself would snatch her away if she didn't feel the delight of Druuna's tongue dancing across her aching hard nipples.
Druuna's mouth kissed a quick and intense path down Hale's face from her bare crown to her mouth and then kissed her, soft full lips smacking on soft full lips. Her hands though were three steps ahead, caressing Hale's sweat filmed breasts and her hard cherry nipples, stroking fingertip caresses down her desire palpitating stomach muscles towards her smouldering core.
Hale no longer felt able to think logically, overtaken by the erotic sensation that suffused her. All she could do was to grab the hottest closest part of Druuna that she could focus on. Her large soft breasts were snatched up with an urgent though gentle erotic need. She clumsily grabbed Druuna hefty breasts, pushing her fingers tightly into the woman’s intensely soft flesh, enjoying the heat and lustiness of the woman, pressing down on her.
Hale gasped as she felt Druuna’s finger push into her and her body shuddered, the woman’s lips caressed her stomach, her tongue circling slowly around and around her navel. Her tongue wetly snaked its way downward until she was lapping at the free flow of Hale's nectar-like vaginal juices that she had coaxed with her touch, her feel, the very essence of her. The luscious brunette flicked over and around the girl’s clitoris with her tongue, in sync with the two fingers she had now inserted into Hale's soaked vagina. Her rhythmic motion almost brought Hale to the edge, and she had hardly started.
Hale found herself in a sixty-nine position, Druuna straddling her on top. The woman's slick thighs gripped the sides of the girl's head, hotly pouting pussy lips touching the tip of Hale's nose and partially open mouth. The sweet nectar of her vaginal juices dancing with rainbow colours, caught and collected from the dazzling sunlight, drooled from Druuna's entrance coating the girl's lips. Hale opened her mouth wider as she wrapped her arms around the brunette’s slim waist, drawing her down so her nose and lips pushed her labia apart and her tongue probed for Druuna's cunt mouth. She stabbed upwards with her hungry tongue, enjoying the tense quivering reaction from the woman, that was almost instantly followed by a long low moan of exquisite pleasure.
Her moan intensified into fast panting gasps as Hale's tongue lashed at her pussy, flicking across labia and engorged clitoris in earnest. The older woman's voluptuous body writhed deliciously against Hale’s and then tightened, her muscles spasming in brimming ecstasy. She threw her head back and cried out. A split second later Druuna's hot pressurised cum burst out of her, splashing over Hale's face, a visceral lash that surprised the girl with its suddenness and intensity. She took the spray, allowing the sweet sticky fluid to stain her creamy flesh, making little movements of her head to allow as much as she could to trickle to her mouth so she could lap it up with her tongue before starting again on Druuna's still trembling and oh so luscious cunt.
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Hale awoke with a start as she was roughly manhandled to her feet by a couple of armed soldiers, their faces covered by battered respirator masks.
She found herself dressed in civilian clothes, a simple white silk blouse and pale denim trousers. She couldn’t remember dressing, or being given clothes to wear. It didn’t make sense. Her wrists were still handcuffed in front of her.
"Please... What are you doing to me?" She whimpered.
But the soldiers just ignored her. The terrified girl looked around and then down at herself, as the soldiers checked her bonds. She was trying to catch up with whatever had happened since she'd fallen asleep. It was still the same featureless concrete cube of a cell. The only difference was that the door was wide open.
"Tell me what's to become of me?!" Hale snapped.
As it so often did, her fear revealed itself in the form of anger. She was jerked painfully by the upper arm, as though the breath-masked guard was trying to shake the anger out of her.
"Shut up! You'll see in a few minutes."
Once a length of heavy chain had been locked to Hale's wrist manacles, securing her to her captive’s via a uniform mounted harness, the girl was pushed forward into the 'L' shaped corridor outside the second guard leading the way, the chained guard waling a couple of paces behind her. Maintaining the distance.
The long, narrow and badly illuminated corridor was lined, walls and ceiling, with pipes and loosely hanging wiring. The floor was a metallic mesh or strong wire. Of the overhead illumination, spaced evenly down the centre point of the ceiling, behind concreted in wire grilles, only half the lights were working.
Hale heard the muffled screams before she reached the door they came from. It was a sealed and countersunk door to her left, further along the corridor. A large observation slot was cut was into it. Something like a foot square, not quite big enough to climb through. She was ushered past the door without slowing or stopping, but the eyeful she got as she turned her head to peer into the room, was more than enough to terrify her.
There was a woman beyond the door; slim, blonde and, from the little Hale saw of her, attractive. She was on her knees with her wrists bound above her head to a metal ring in the wall. She was surrounded by men. Monstrous men, half transformed by the ‘Evil’, a chaotic mix of human and beast. Bulky engorged tentacles, worked alongside hard muscled limbs, animal fangs distended and malformed mouths into misshapen lipless maws that drooled litres of viscous free flowing ichor, eyes bulged too large for their sockets, horribly bloodshot or eerily opaque. Each member of that horrible, mutated army was different from his neighbour, apart from one particular aspect - the genitalia was enormous. Penises, at times more than just one, hugely thick and long, almost prehensile with fat weighty bulbous testicles, at times more than a single pair suspended in large fleshy sacks, like paper bags of fruit from the markets.
The pretty, curly haired blonde had been forced to her knees by the sheer weight of numbers of these monsters, clambering onto her from anywhere and any way they could.
The scream that had alerted Hale, a piercing chilling scream of terror and pure torturous physical agony, was the result of three of these monster beings forcing their erect phalluses into the blonde woman's overly stretched anus simultaneously. Her scream was silenced as another of these hellish penises was slammed into her mouth. Hale caught a fleeting glimpse of the full descent of something like twenty inches worth of fat sinewy phallic tipped tentacle driven down the throat of the poor woman. But then she was swept beyond the room by her guards and as she continued at pace, the sound dissipating in volume, but not the sense of gut-churning horror.

"She's getting punished." The leader guard glanced back as he clarified.
His eyes glinted with perverse excitement. That made Hale’s stomach flip.
“She didn't want to cooperate... Of course, if she'd cooperated fully, she'd still have been tossed to the prolets. Our boys like a bit of rough with their tumble. And it’s all caught on tape.”
“So, a friendly warning,” The one behind added. “Fight them a bit, make 'em work for the cunt. See, give in too easy and they'll get bored and pass you to the prolets. Fight too hard and anger or injure them, they pass you to the prolets for longer.”
“If she's still usable afterwards,” The leader said. “she'll be given another chance, but they rarely are, once the prolets have had their fun.”
That churning-gut remained with Hale, as a sickened feeling and uncontrollable shakes, along the entire length of the corridor and the woman's intermittent screams were only silenced by the closing of another door behind Hale and her guards, as the bald beauty was led off the corridor and into what felt like an antechamber on the right.
“Dunno what we’re giving her advice for.” Said the first guard, laughing. “Better she learn by experience!”
They halted her in front of another door on the opposite side of the antechamber. The head guard reached out, unhooked the chain from her manacles and then he unlocked and removed the handcuffs themselves. Finally, having coiled the chain and pocketed the cuffs, the leading guard grasped the dull metal handle and swung the door inward. She could see by the laughter lines around his mischievous eyes that he appeared to be smiling. Or grinning. The heavy looking dirty metal door swung open and Hale was ushered into her living Hell.
It was a wide and barren looking room with the door leading in and a second door leading out directly opposite. The righthand wall was floor to ceiling and end to end with ladder accessed two storey bunk beds. The left wall was lined with old, battered equipment lockers dull grey the paint chipped and peeling like paint everywhere. The centre of the cold looking metal and decay adorned room was filled with two long metal tables, lined with long benches on either side. The apparent dining area flanked a centre piece in the form of a large, double mattress, it looked filthy and worn through overuse.
There were six soldiers in the room. Three lounging on bunk beds, another two at one dining table and one standing at an open locker. They had all stopped whatever they had been doing and were staring openly at Hale as she was shoved into middle of the room.
“New meat.” the lead guard shouted. “Try and make her last.”
And then her guards departed, leaving Hale there with the six big, rough looking men. The door slammed shut behind her, terminating with a hefty metallic clunk, as the lock slid securely in place.
Those six muscular men stood there watching her for a telling moment, watching her closely. The calm before the storm. And then they circled around her as she was marched with little shoves and prods into a space in the middle of the room just south of the mattress. They each took a step back forming a loose circle around her and stared.
Not one of them looked her in the eye. Hale felt as though the person inside, the soul behind the eyes was irrelevant to her. Instead, they took in the taut suppleness of her sculpted little ass framed in the dirty white trousers that had appeared on her. The remainder of her small girlish frame was mostly concealed inside the blouse she had been made to put on.
And then she got it. the clothes were gift-wrapping. Her youth and attractiveness, her firm young breasts and those tight little buttocks sheathed, partly to conceal partly to reveal. It would lead to what they planned, what they were going to do to her. The anticipation of the unwrapping and revealing their latest toy, had all given them huge throbbing erections. The usual augmented soldier erections. And they wouldn’t be able to wait to use them on her.
They all came at her so quickly that she barely had time to react. The six men tightened their circle. Their expressions were surprisingly grim, ugly. Cruel, aggression etched faces eyed her coldly, though those eyes sparkled with blatant desire.

“We get lucky with this one. She’s a sweet morsel. Young and tight.”

“Cute as a button.”

“Yeah, even without any hair.”

“Think she’ll have hair down below?”

Hands reached for her, grabbing fistfuls of her clothes. They were pulled in all directions at once. Hale began to struggle, to try to push her way free of the constricting, frightening circle of lust. Fear giving way to anger, gave way to instinct and she spat and cursed them, and fought and struggled and screamed and wept.
"Make as much noise as you like," One of them said with a manic rough giggle. “It’ll turn us on all the more.”
"Why are you doing this? What have I done? I don’t deserve this! I haven’t done anything! Let me go bastards!” She yelled.
"What did I do?" She added a whimpered plea, not expecting an answer.
"Enough with the dumb questions, you're getting gang-fucked!”
Another of the men caught her eye. He had on hand on her blouse collar. The other hand was cupping an inhuman bulge in his tan combat pants.
“This is it now, for you. This right here is the rest of your sorry excuse for a life!”
He shook and jerked that impossible hard on that had snaked down the inner seam of those loose-fitting trousers. It was Monk yet again. Another Monk.
The foremost of the men grabbed her upper arms quickly and hauled her hard against him. Their bodies came together. With a horrified gasp from Hale, he silenced her as his mouth slapped down hard onto hers.
She fought the powerful urge to twist her head and pull away, to avoid his slack maw connecting. As her soft lips collided firmly with his rough, sun-baked mouth, his arms encircled her body - her writhing, jerking shoulders and the back of her smooth bald head. He held her tightly against him with a cruel aggression, now she couldn't turn away from his advances even if she had dared to. His tongue forced itself into her young mouth. Hale gasped again, moaning at the attack, this initial invasion. The tongue delved deep, worming everywhere, tasting her, assaulting her own tongue, the insides of her cheeks, her gums. Of course, as his tongue ravished her open mouth, she recognised the foul tastes of alcohol and cigarettes and a distinct lack of dental hygiene. Her stomach lurched. She almost retched, gagging on his kiss but his lips were locked and his tongue forceful. His hands went everywhere, all over her, as the others, unwilling to wait any longer crowded in tightly around her, adding their groping to his.
Though her mind railed against it, conjuring desperate fantasies of her father appearing to rescue her, Hale knew there was no way she could get out of this. She was trapped with them for as long as she interested them. These violent sadists could, and would, do whatever they wanted to her for as long as she turned them on.
She felt one close up behind her, pushing the hot ridge of his hard sexual flesh against her pert buttocks, jutting tight against her ass and then he reached around her waist to the fastenings of her tight trousers. Not even bothering with the button and zip, he grabbed the waistband and yanked harshly, forcing her trousers down to her knees in one strong jerking tug, revealing her slender athletic legs and her newly bared buttocks in a flash. A second rough tug had the pants around her ankles.
Sharp groaning intakes of excited breath came at the reveal of her pert, naked buttocks. And then that collective inhale was breathed hotly over the under curves of her ass cheeks and the tops of her smooth creamy thighs. Two of them kneeling, getting in close before pressing themselves against her athletic buttocks, wrapping possessive broad and muscular arms around her shapely legs. Lips touched her ass cheeks, unshaved bristles scratching and tickling her smooth young flesh. Lips and the hands as well. Her flesh was kissed, stroked and squeezed. Then the men started painfully pinching, fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath the soft flesh, tongues flicking and tasting and anointing. Then teeth, scraping and biting her ass muscles as well as soft backs of her creamy thighs. Hale whimpered and trembled between them, plainly aware that she couldn’t do any more than that.
Another second and there were three of them assaulting her ass. She felt a hand grab and spread her buttocks then fingers scraped a path down the hot, damp cleavage between her cheeks. Fingers stroked her pouting, warm pussy lips from behind and then a face shoved its way between her buttocks. A rough wet tongue touched her anal mouth and she gasped and squirmed.
"She's got a hot little arse." One of them grunted.
“Cock sucking lips too.” Said another.
The comment came between nasty nipping bites of her buttocks and the continued rimming of her hot sphincter. The frontal abuser still had his tongue inside Hale's open mouth, seemingly trying to stuff as much of the organ as possible down her throat. One hand was gripping the back of her neck tightly, holding her mouth against his while the other, as far as she could determine with the number of hands touching her from thighs to crown, was cupping one of her tender breasts through her top, his finger and thumb trapping her hard nipple, pinching and rolling it along with his voracious French kissing.
There were two other hands shoving their way underneath her top and reaching up to share her free breast. She could feel fingertips attached to her manually erected nipple, torturing the spongy bud, while the other hand squeezed and molested as much of her small gelatinous breast as it could. Hot breath marked the exposed side of her face and then something wet and hot wormed its way across her cheek toward her ear. The tongue probed the shape of her ear for a second or two, making her squirm with distaste. It moved back to her cheek, tongue and lips, licking and kissing, teeth nibbling before biting harder leaving marks if not breaking the skin. The tongue probed with a voracious, impatient hunger, licking her stinging cheek lewdly and then the side of her face before returning to probe her ear.
While Hale was molested, kissed and licked and harshly fondled all over, one pair of hands tore at the remainder of her clothes shredding the blouse when it would not come off easily. And she was made naked, much more quickly than she had expected.
The one forcing his tongue into her throat abruptly pulled back then both hands on her shoulders, forced her down toward the floor.
"On your knees."
The six of them five formed a tight circle around Hale, each levering a large and unnaturally thick looking cock out of his trousers. Hale felt sick, trapped and terrified. But the horror of that so-called Prolet room was still fresh in her memory, and she didn’t dare give in to her instinct to fight.
“Suck us all dry, fucking quick. You won’t be stopping until you've done all of us."
Hale, on her knees her face inches from half a dozen angrily swollen and steel hard erections, picked one at random and leaned over the long hard shaft. Grabbing its thick root in one hand, she popped her mouth quickly over the bloated helmet, having to stretch her lips wide to take the crown into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah fucking bitch! Suck it down!"
The cock's owner sighed long and low, then growled as she started to suck at the hot head of his shaft. His hands grasped onto the top of her head like a vice and pressed down hard, pushing her mouth along the length of his erection until his crown plunged into her tight throat. She remembered Monk’s sordid, violent lesson and used what she had learned.
"Ohhh. Deep throat that bitch! You fucking slut!"
Hale's tongue swished obediently at the underside of his erection. She was stretching her jaw wide to accept him and the pressure on her tender oesophagus was harsh. She winced and felt a tear trickling down her bite-marked cheek.
“Does it hurt? Fucking does, doesn’t it, slut! You fucking deserve it! Fucking take it all down! Gag on that meat!”
"What’s she like?" Someone asked gruffly excited. “She’d better not be worse than Rhonda.”
“Inexperienced, but not actually bad at all. Throat like molten honey, but she needs to speed up a bit…. You hear me, bitch?!”
Hale speeded up. His hands were vice tight on her bare skull. It turned out, partly though Monk’s aggressive education, that Hale was practically a cock sucking natural and her natural ability and surprising stamina made the first of them shoot his load down her throat in a couple of short aggressive minutes. Much to his chagrin. He yelled out, holding her head tightly while his jerking, tensing cock exploded into the young whore’s throat.
Hale was still half-consciously debating her mixture of guilt at satisfaction at her own ability. There was also disgust at being used this way by these lowdown dirty bastards. And a good-bad feeling due to how good she appeared to be at such a vile and perverse activity. However, her thoughts were tossed aside as she was roughly grabbed by the next in line, pulled across to his waiting member. The first soldier’s cock was still seeping cum into her mouth as she was dragged over to the next, his cock popped out from her still pursed lips, the residue jizz splattering thickly across her full lips and pretty face. Laughing at her splattered features, the second man’s hands held her face by the cheeks one hand on each side of her head, pressing inward unnecessarily to force her mouth into an ‘O’. It was quickly guided down the length of his erect cock.
Once the crown was enveloped by her sore mouth, he shoved forward with his groin and forcedly punched his entire length past her lips, even as Hale was shuffling the rest of her body over in line with her head.
The first soldier slumped back on one of the lower bunks, panting, one hand weakly stroking his wilting phallus. The second kept up the grip on Hale's head, controlling her labouring mouth, working her head up and down quickly. Engulfed in hard cock and overflowing drool, Hale whimpered and strained as her neck muscles complained to her, but there was little else she could do. She concentrated on the rhythm and started to suck, tonguing her best recently-learned technique all over the hard shaft.
Like the first, he came quickly but he pulled out and made her take his plentiful load onto her upturned face. The mass of streamers of his seed were hot and those gouts of thick fluid whipped over her forehead, into her tearful eyes, stinging them and making the tears flow. More cum streamed in viscous rivulets down her face, tickling the lobes of her ears and running little pearly streams down her jawline and throat.
She was released only to be immediately grabbed by the next who positioned her as he wanted her but then, surprisingly, gave Hale control. He was slightly smaller than the first two, though thicker with a very swollen crown. He was also unwashed and smelled strong and rank.
She ignored it as best she could, using all the saliva she could muster to wash the shaft before she got to work. Knowing speed and friction would get him off more quickly, Hale took him deep and concentrated on using her quick tongue and her throat muscles to caress his erection to a quick and powerful climax.
She lost herself somewhere in the act, her mind slipping inward, perhaps away from the discomfort and violence of what she was being made to do. Though being inside herself, she noticed something strange. A shapeless expanse of pink heat. Like a bubble of simmering warmth and pressure in the core of her loins that was slowly growing and expanding. She didn’t understand it. What it meant or what it was but she knew she didn’t like it. She took herself away from it as if it was threatening to explode and returned to the cock in her throat.
Within two minutes he had shot his load right down her throat and Hale sucked fiercely and swallowed each burst of his hot seed easily before moving on to the next in line without hesitation.
This one, the largest built and most intimidating, predictably took charge. He grabbed her by the throat with both hands in a strangling motion, making Hale whimper in terror. He pulled her face close to his throbbing shaft until it was barely an inch from her lips, then he reached into her open mouth with a finger and thumb and grabbed her tongue, pulling it out from between her lips and using it like a tissue, to dab and stroke his engorged and pre-cum seeping crown. Grunting with pleasure as he did. Her open mouth and under-control lolling tongue made saliva ooze thickly from her lips to coat and trickle down both her chin and the hard shaft.
The man, one hand at her throat while the other reached up to pinch her nostrils shut, plunged the girl’s face down onto his hardness, burying his cock to the hilt, all the way into her throat, making it bulge externally, visible almost as far as the dip of her collar bone.
He held her tight. In complete control. Dictating the pace and depth of his harsh thrusts. When she was allowed a quick breath. And when to use her tongue or her clutching throat. Fortunately for Hale, he ejaculated quickly, though hard. Shooting his load right down her throat. Embedded to the root, as he unleashed his climax. He watched her gleefully, getting off on her obvious distress and searing discomfort as he emptied the contents of his scrotum into her mouth.
He pulled out once he had utterly drained his balls into her stomach, and wiped the residue that dribbled from his bell-shaped crown over her slick, quivering lips, before he allowed her to move on to the next.
Now tired and shivering with shock, queasiness and growing disgust, Hale shuffled heavily on aching knees over to the fifth. He was hard as stone and throbbing visibly, his crown glistening with a load of oozing pre-cum. She took him in one of her small trembling hands and slipped her lips hurriedly over the crown, not wanting to invoke their wrath by hesitating. She used her tongue to scoop up the pre-cum before sliding the length once again into her aching throat.
He groaned loud and deep as her mouth slid along his hard length, both his hands slapping down onto the top of her head and he thrust in and out of the warm, wet tunnel of her sucking mouth and gripping throat. He worked her face back and forth, over and over with hard jerking hip slams and well timed dragging of her hairless skull, grunting loudly each time he went balls deep. And then almost before she knew it, his cock became rock solid and he ejaculated suddenly and wildly into her sucking mouth.
He shot a mass of tangy, watery jizz that Hale had to swallow in half a dozen quick desperate gulps to keep up with the flow, but he had barely lasted five minutes and she recognised a feeling of perverse satisfaction in her performance.
Hale was secretly hoping, now that there was only one left, that she would suck him off and then be allowed to leave. Unfortunately, the next had his own ideas.
   “Get up bitch.” He snapped.
Grabbing Hale by the throat, he pulled her roughly to her feet. But he still towered over her the girl’s bare crown barely reaching his solar plexus.
  “Fuck your blow jobs! I’m going straight for the goods.”
He stood in front of her, snatching her head back and leaning over her so they were nose to nose, his near pitch-black eyes locked on hers gleaming tear-filled orbs. While he eyeballed her, his cold aggressive gaze causing new tears to form in her eyes the soldier tore a strip of Hale’s clothing and rolled it up then grabbed her chin and hauled her jaw down enough to stuff the cloth into her mouth, unceremoniously gagging her.
“You’re gonna need that. Now, bend over. Right down, touching your toes. And stay like that.”
Common sense screamed at Hale to obey, to obey them all. It would hurt without a doubt, it would be agony, but she was beginning to realise, or accept that at least she’d be alive and well fed and safe from the mutants in here. And then she caught sight of the erection that the cruel looking soldier intended to push into her and she panicked.
It was much bigger even than Monk’s had been and that had hurt almost more than she had been able to bear. She defiantly spat the gag out of her mouth. No one bothered to retrieve it and push it back into her mouth.
“No way!” She snarled. “Don’t come near me! That’s too big, you can’t put that in me!”
She protested desperately, despite her fears of repercussion and that realisation she had almost but not quite accepted.
“Is she refusing our advances?” One of them asked snidely.
“Get away from me all of you! I’m not some slut. You can’t do this! I won’t let you!” Hale cried.
Her wild desperation erupting as the men encircled her, closing in, a mix of rage and amusement on each of their twisted faces.
“You say you’re not a slut?” One said. “Of course, you’re a slut.”
“You’d better do what we tell you, slut! Or you‘ll be sorry.”
“I won’t! Stop calling me that! Don’t come any closer!” Hale shouted.
As usual her fear fuelled her actions and her anger exploded. She knew she was screaming at them and that it was increasingly angering them. But she couldn’t help herself.
“I’ll scratch your eyes out!” She screeched. “I’ll kill you!!”
Their hands reached for her and as though to prove her mettle she clawed her hands and –
“Bastard!”
- took a swipe at the nearest. The soldier she attacked, laughing, whipped his reaching arm back just in time as, another of the men at her back grabbed her about the upper arms.
“Right, fuck this!” Said the soldier who’d narrowly missed being raked by her nails. He was no longer laughing.
“She needs the fire putting out of her!” Commented another.
“Right, you fucking bitch!”
Hale, grabbed by the upper arms and lifted bodily off the floor, screamed and struggled, lashing out with her legs and trying to struggle her way from the grip the soldier had on her. For a few seconds the soldiers enjoyed dodging her lashing, kicking feet. But then one of them abruptly stepped forward and, shoving her legs apart, slapped her hard across the face. The open palmed slap shocked Hale into momentary dormancy. Though once she felt the stinging begin in her jarred cheek and jaw she found it impossible to fight back the flood of tears and sobbing.
Another came up and she was slapped again, then it became a game for the soldiers and she was slapped and spanked repeated all over, her buttocks, her thighs, her breasts, even her flat palpitating stomach.
“Enough!” Snapped one of them. “Hold her down over the fucking table.” I’m gonna lash the fight out of her once and for all!”
Hale was grabbed by the wrists, ankles and her throat by four of them. Lifted easily off the floor while she wailed and cried and struggled, she found herself slammed face down over the screwed-into-the-floor metal dining table.
One of the soldiers knelt down and held her ankles in a strong vice grip, while two others bent her over the table and pulled her arms out over her head, gripping her wrists tightly so she couldn’t move, stretching her from hips to fists across the table.
The girl desperately craned her head to see what was happening behind her, with the other three men, spitting and cursing them throughout.
Another two of them were just standing there watching, with huge horrifying erections and malicious grins on their faces. The sixth was behind her and she couldn’t see him. However, his cruel voice broke through her own incessant noise.
“Ready for the whip slut?”
“What?! No! Let me go! Let me up! You bastards!!”
And then she saw his shadow on the wall and the long leather lash he was raising up over his head.
“Nooo!! Nooo!!!”
The whip came down against the supple flesh of her bare back. The whip struck her sweat-soaked and stretched taut flesh over and over, half a dozen lashes left cruel crimson welts cross her bent back and her tight alluring buttocks. Hale squealed and screamed, struggling with each and every venomous burning contact. The men laughed and groaned, getting hornier and hornier.
"Ahhh... AHHHGH... GHHHH..."
Hale’s cries echoed around the interior of the chamber. The man kneeling holding onto her ankles suddenly shouted out.
“She’s fucking wet! It’s actually dripping on me!!”
“Ha! I fucking knew she was a whore!” Snarled another of the men. “I can sniff ‘em out from fifty yards!”
“Hurt her some more! She goddamn loves it!”
“Make her fucking cum!!”
“Whip her!”
He did, lash after brutal lash, until beads of blood started to well from the long lines of crisscrossing welts and Hale’s body quivered with electric agony, her legs trembling, her body coursing with wired pain and exhaustion.
“AHHH!” Lash!
“AHHH! Please stop!!” Lash!
“AH! Nooo!!” Lash.
She screamed and cried. But the soldier continued to strike her again and again. He could see her pouting pussy, see the cum dribbling down her succulent inner thighs; see how much her body lusted for the pain. Even while she continued to scream at the agony and protest her loathing, belying her obvious masochistic lust.
The whip struck low across her pert buttocks, the leather whip directly kissing her pussy lips. Her whole body arched and locked up as a thunderous climaxed ripped through her. The stinging agony was too much and searing liquid cum erupted out of her pussy like a mini geyser.
“No, no more please… I’ll do anything please. No more!”
She moaned, panting heavily, barely able to elevate her hoarse voice higher than a whisper. But the soldiers, closely crowded around heard her all the same. They had broken her resole, and knew she was enthusiastically theirs.
“Alright, let her up.”
The men reluctantly released their strong grip of her slender wrists and ankles and Hale shakily lifted herself up from her bent position, rubbing her wrists while too afraid to touch her back or buttocks.
“I told you the position. Bend over and grab your ankles.” One soldier snapped.
She eyed speaker, tears running freely down her ruddy cheeks, her eyes reflecting the defeat that she realised they had completely whipped out of her.
“Or do I need to use the lash some more. I don’t fucking mind at all…”
Hale couldn’t fight back her whimpering or her tears but did as she was told. Keeping her knees locked and not quite shoulder width, pushing her hot little ass up, she bent over and grasped hold of her slender ankles. The pain in her back was not as bad as she had expected. She had envisioned shredded ribbons of bloody flesh and streams of blood running in all directions, but all she felt was a tightness and throbbing burn across her lower back, and barely a pulsing heat across her buttocks. It couldn’t be anywhere near to what she had pictured in her tortured mind.
Someone grabbed the gag she had spat out and grabbing her around the back of the neck, shoved the gag into her open mouth. This time she didn’t spit it out. She had nothing to vocalise at the moment.
Chewing on the saliva heavy balled cloth, somewhere in the girl’s violated brain came the sudden realisation that she was feeling a sense of relief - that the whipping was over and her gang rape was about to get underway. That she was supple enough to take the position they were demanding and that she would be able to stay that way for a while without too much discomfort, even with the whip welts. And though it tortured her to admit it, there was also the fact that they might make her cum again. Just like Monk had done...
"Bite down hard on that gag 'cause I'm doing you up the arse straight away, and I don't want you screaming the whole barracks down!"
Shivering with renewed fear and panic, fresh tears streaming from the corners of her large innocent eyes, Hale obediently bit into the soft ball of cloth that filled her mouth.
"I'm seriously well hung and I haven't lubed your arse up so this is gonna hurt like hell. And I'm gonna love every sweet fucking minute of it."
Ignoring her whimpering, her tears and her shaking head, he grabbed her little peachy ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing her lubed up pussy lips and tightly puckered sphincter. Her ass hole was tiny, a little gleaming star of ruddy cinched-tight flesh above the soft valley of her young pink pussy. It looked so small and child-like that the huge cocked soldier’s hard on throbbed with a sudden desire-fuelled insistence.

He reached in and pressed the pad of a finger against the little mouth, enjoying the sudden tensing that tightened up the girl’s young ripe body, along with the little hissed whimper she let out. Her anus was cinched like a vice and didn't give much under the pressure of his finger probes. This was going to be difficult. And therefore, a lot of fun. At least, for him.
"This is gonna be fucking agony." He grunted, amused.
Pausing for a moment and finger-hooked a silicon ring out of a uniform pocket then took hold of his immense cock and rolled the thick silicone ring down its bloated length, rolling it down to the root and letting it cinch tight around the base of his shaft.
Little wires around the ring un-corded of their own volition. The soldier deftly took them and inserted the needle ends into the thick flesh of his erection and two from the underside of the ring into his scrotum. Letting out little occasional grunts of discomfort. The electrified tightness gripped him and he felt the hardness of his erection turn from stone to steel under the clamping pressure of the cock ring. With one hand gripping the shaft just under the bloated mushroom of its crown, he moved himself into position, pressing the hot blood-filled head against her oh-so inviting little anus.
Hale whimpered again, saliva soaking into her gag, her body shaking uncontrollably through both her panic and cold fear. The very instant his hard spongy crown touched Hale's sphincter, she tensed all over every muscle and sinew tightening, lock up. She let out another little whimper of fear.
Of course, none of the soldiers cared. They all wanted it to hurt her, it would make it all the better for them. Just the thought of her pretty, pain twisted face made the soldiers fat dicks throb with pleasure.
The one preparing to instigate her pain laughed.
"Ha ha! Have it your way! Tighten up! I want to see you in pain. I want to see you crying and screaming!"
With that he gripped the rim of his cock ring and squeezed it even tighter, cinching even more blood inside the hard shaft, and a higher current coursing through his tense muscles. He forced the crown against her tiny, super tight anus. He pushed hard, then laughed giddily when nothing happened. Hale let out a loud whining groan, though at this stage it was more of fear than of pain. He pushed again, a rough jerking thrust, and at the same time slapping an open palm down onto one firm little buttock, to urge himself on.
Hale hissed at the stinging contact and then squealed as the pressure increased against the cinched elastic muscle of her anus.
"Jesus!" He exerted. "She's tighter than a fucking hamster!"
Everyone but Hale laughed.
"You wanna tape her up?"
"Kinky bastard!"
"What're you holding back for? Shove it in hard! It’s what she wants man!!”
“Like she fucking deserves!" Another said impatiently.
"No please!" Hale moaned; the gag again spat out of her quivering mouth. "It hurts!"
They didn't know if she was talking about what was being done to her or her anal experiences of the past. Neither did they care; about anything she had to say.
"Oh, now that's just plain asking for it!"
Joining in the laughter, the soldier attempting to sodomise her grabbed his engorged cock just below the overly bloated crown and tried again. He had never experienced his cock as so hard or big or fat or bloated, and the thought of forcing that monster up this cute little bitch's little ass was a mouth-watering prospect for him. With his free hand he squeezed her buttock, digging his fingernails into her flesh, feeling the softness give under his harsh grip as far as the hard tensed muscle beneath. He could sense her fear, almost smell it. The breathy whimpering and the tenseness of her body against his. He liked that fear, the anticipation of the hurt that was to follow, the unprepared waiting for it. again, he asserted pressure on her anus with the hot, bloated crown of his tingling hardon.
"Please don't!... No, no, please!" Hale whimpered around growing sobs. "Please, don’t! Not this please! Oh God, please don't, please... no!"
Then her pleas fell apart into a mass of panic fuelled sobbing.
Hale's ass hole remained a vice clamp but its strong inward clench started to slip, and then gave in completely all at once, broken by the violent insistent force the soldier used against her defiant flesh.
"Oh please… Fuck, no!" She squealed.
She knew her anus was losing the battle, opening a little at a time. And then...
He had never experienced an ass as tight as Hale's before. The hot flesh of her clenching sphincter and anus gripped him tighter than ever, as he finally pushed his way an inch into her nonconsenting ass. The harsh friction against his throbbing, aching cock was practically burning him as her hot cinching flesh rubbed against the wide insinuating invader. He had never been this achingly hard before and he couldn't hold back a horny grunt as his erection slid into her still contracting yet utterly defeated anal tunnel.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Hale's screamed.
Her vocal reaction was far more audible than her rapist’s. Tears flying, her face contorted in a jigsaw mask of humiliation, burning pain, helplessness and despair.
The noise and carry on from the girl only added to the soldier’s experience. It was exactly what he had wanted to hear. It was what he loved to hear.
"I'm RAPING you up the ASS you little SLUT!! You FEEL it?! I'll MAKE SURE you can feel it!!"
  "NOOOOO!! OOHHHHH!! IT HURTS!!"
Hale's screams continued at the abrupt burning pain. Her defiantly tight sphincter muscle was at last defeated and laid waste, made to stretch against its will to accommodate the invader's huge penetrating onslaught.
"No! Stop... No! No! Nooo!"
Her sodomiser dug both hands deep into her ass cheeks and pushed on, forcing inch by burning inch into her super tight unforgiving rectum. While Hale wailed and cried.
"Oh God, you animal, please stop it! Oh, please!"
"Oh fuck babe! This is only the beginning, I'm not even halfway in!" He said, laughing.
"Noooo! Ahhhh! Please!"
Hale squealed in her agonised desperation as the others knelt down and crowded around her to watch gleefully as her pretty face twisted by the painful beginnings of her savage buggery.
Unlike the others, Hale's rapist hadn't already shot his first load down her throat, and that fact combined with the sheer erotic sensation of the girl's ass hole. Of course, he was in no position to maintain his anal assault for any length of time. However, the end couldn’t come quick enough for Hale.
"Oh! Ahhh! Hurry up and get it over with! You’re fucking killing me you bastard! Please!"
The rapist just laughed at the girl’s shrieking, increasing the severity of his fast-paced thrusts into her sore and overstretched anus.
"You're a fucking animal!"
"Now she's fucking getting it!"
"Ahh!! It really hurts! Stop it for God’s Sake!!" She whimpered again, to herself this time, as the others laughed at her.
"Hurry up and finish can’t you!!" Hale complained again, throwing the plea back at him from over her quivering shoulder.
"Clamp your ass down on my dick!" The rapist spat back cruelly. "You get me off, if you want me to finish!"
Hale's humiliated whimper almost threw the rapist right over the edge. She dropped her head in despair and resignation and then, her body quivering and gleaming with a misty film of sweat, tensed as ordered. The rapist let out a groan on the backstroke as he felt Hale's strong little sphincter clamp tight around his driving phallus.
“Oh fuck!! She’s fucking doing it! Dirty Bitch! Fucking loves it I’m telling you!!”
He leaned over her lithe back and dug his nails harder into her firm ass cheeks, fighting to fuck his way through the suddenly increased tightness of her constricting anus. He drew his hardness as far back as he dared and then slammed balls deep again.
"Oh, bitch Yeah! That's fucking great! Argh! What a fucking whore!"
He turned his attention to his barrack mates, growling with exertion as he continued his increased pressure sodomy.
"She really knows how to please the cock that's in her!"

Hale had to be away from that raging hot pain and again she found herself withdrawing, pulling herself away from the physical activities. Inside her she was instantly drawn back to that erotic bubble of pink hotness. It had expanded and joined to other sources of delicious heat, in her breasts her achingly stiff nipples, and a half dozen other locations around her body. It was partially being fed by the friction of the cock pounding away inside her ass so brutally. But, she realised, it was being fed even more by the roughness, the throbbing pain and the discomfort; by her free-flowing tears and her despair. Her own pain and distress was connected to that expanding bubble that, she could barely understand or accept was a bubble of pleasure. Of heady, insurmountable joy. She didn’t want that. How could that exist. It was a betrayal. She was being raped, sodomised, anally tortured, and some part of her some evil thing was enjoying it. A sudden flash of Monk filled her mind. Him doing the very same activity, his erection ripping into her tender bottom, making her hurt, making her cry and suffer and yet beneath it was something she didn’t want on an even deeper level. Something she didn’t want to accept or allow.
She snapped herself away from Monk. He was nothing he was dead and he had put her in this position. These men were doing what Monk had started. And it appeared to be instigating the same response inside her. And she couldn’t allow that.
Once again, she ripped herself out of her body and embraced her own pain and suffering. She bathed in the pain of it. and flat out refused that tiny flame in the back of her mind that looked at how much that pink heat was expanding. No, that wasn’t true. That wasn’t happening. She was in hell, being tortured, brutally. They were making her do it, they were using and abusing her. An there could not be any pleasure in that it was unthinkable.
Somehow, in sheer agonised desperation, Hale managed to keep the sphincter clenching up for a full thirty seconds, but her assaulter was hitting his climax after twenty. While Hale was grunting sexily in strained and pained breathy exertions and both pairs of her cheeks were flushing crimson with her efforts, the rapist ploughed into her rectum ten or fifteen times, brutally erratic battering thrusts. And then he yanked her back against him, almost toppling them both. Wheezing a loud cursing exclamation, his cum heavy balls abruptly spasmed and emptied themselves into her quaking little ass.
"Oh! Fuck!!" He bellowed as he shot his first load into her anal tunnel. "The little bitch!!"
Another heavy load burst into her rectum and then another, geysering forth under intense pressure, along his shaft and then out and on into her ass.
"Take it!” He snarled loudly. “Take it all!”
The rest of his climax burst in a series of whipping jetting ropes that struck sharply at her already burning hot flesh.
Hale wept and quivered with panicked convulsions at each and every one of the dozen or so repulsive heavy and scalding wads of his triumphant ejaculate.
"Fuck me, she's taking it all up her ass…! Oohhhh! She is a little bitch in heat and she's just begging for more."
His outbursts softened to an exhausted murmuring along with the now drooling remainder of his thick pumping seed.
The eventual withdrawal from her ass was punctuated with a deeply satisfied sigh from the rapist and a loud embarrassing -POP- of Hale's anus finally being vacated.
"Jesus. Best fuck I ever had! I'll be taking some more of that!"
The exhaustively muttering rapist dumped his weary body into a metal chair to watch the continuation of the gang bang. The next was already waiting for her.
"Back that ass up towards me and spread your cheeks. I want to see what you've got for me."
Even though her back and legs were aching from the position she had been forced to take up for her anal rape, Hale did not dare argue or hesitate. Wincing from the aching pain as she sweated and shivered, she remained bent over and reached back to splay her small round buttocks, then shuffled slowly backwards towards the next bastard soldier who was to rape her.
His hands clamped onto her ass at once and one thumb went straight up her anus, he was expecting the orifice to be stretched and quite loose but, surprisingly, Hale's anus had already pulled back to its original tautness, due to the drugs from earlier. Penetrating her with his thumb was only possible because of the leftover lubricant of the cooling cum churning in her guts.
He dragged her hurriedly backwards, nearly yanking her off balance, until the throbbing pillar of his erection was touching the soft warm peach of her swollen vulva. The fingers of his free hand spread the slick lips and then he pulled her back onto him, holding his cock steady with one hand while his other hand, thumb still stuck up her ass, cruelly clawed her tender buttocks before pulling her onto his erection.
He pierced her entrance with his fat crown, letting out a loud satisfied groan at the warmth and snug clench of her succulent flesh. Wanting to get on with it, he jerked firmly forward with powerful hips and punched his entire length into her. The new slut’s whimpering reaction was as desperate and lusty as ever. She whined and wailed noisily as he started to fuck her, using muscular hips to propel his erection with brutal force into her body.
His thick crown pummelled Hale, bottoming out painfully with each aggressive thrust. She leaned back against him a little, hoping subdue the power of his attack, her hands on her knees to ease the soreness in her back a little.
"Take over. Hump on me, do it fast!" He commanded.
Hale did her best despite the acute humiliation of having to energetically rape herself on his unmoving erection.
"Fer fuck's sake! Shift yer arse, slut!" He growled spanking her across her taut bouncing buttocks.
"I can't!" She moaned.
In reply he snarled and punched her on the back of the skull. It hurt like Hell, cracking her jaws together and she saw stars but once she had overcome the dizziness, it made her try harder to shift her rocking hips more quickly.
"She's probably all stiff from that position I fucked her ass in." The lounging, amused, first rapist commented.
"Oh, fuck this!" The rapist snarled in frustration and anger.
He reached up and grabbed Hale by the smooth curve of her hairless skull, his fingers digging into the creamy sweat coated flesh. He turned her around and marched her, still impaled on his length over to the filthy mattress in the middle of the floor, and used his weight to shove her face down onto it, him atop her. And then rolled them both over.
Her legs came up and back and she found herself lying on top of the soldier’s huge powerful body. One of his hands came up around her neck and he grabbed her throat tightly, making Hale gasp in shock and fear and her aching body was racked with renewed shivers of cold, dull terror. His other hand cupped her hard buttock from beneath and he lifted her easily so that he had room to resume his thrusting. Hale cooperated, planting her feet on the mattress beneath her in a balanced squat and lifting her hips. She held herself steady and elevated so the man under her could rape her at the pace and position he desired.
His upward thrusts were deep, fast and aggressive. He reached up and drew her down so she ley full on him. He held her shoulder and head against his chest by a grip of her throat and growled into her ear, cursing and besmirching her colourfully with each harsh sadistic pelvic thrust.
The next in line had already come over to the mattress and he put his hands on Hale. His fingers closed on her stiffened nipples to pull and tweak at the buds. Holding them still so her small breasts jiggled with the forced movements of her second rape. Her rapist started fucking into her hot raw pussy faster and faster. And it was only then that Hale realised he was already close to his orgasm. His speed and aggression went into overdrive, the hand at her throat started to squeeze. She cried out, still holding herself prone for his pounding cock and the molesting hands of both men.
“You ready whore!“ He yelled in simmering ecstasy. "I'm shooting it right up yer dirty little slut’s hole…! Here it comes….Urgh... Ugh... Ugh!! Yeah!!
Hale felt the streams of searing hot fluid ripping into her vagina from the core of his pulsing slab of hard living flesh. She wailed loudly at the scorching heat of his liquid ecstasy. It practically scalded her inner flesh. His only response was to laugh and constrict her throat, continuing to choke her while his orgasm spurted over and over inside her.
She wept and wailed pitifully but could do nothing but take his load inside her, along with enduring his cruel laughter.
Finished, he lifted her off him almost the instant his orgasm had concluded. She was hauled across into the possession of the next soldier.
“I'll give you a rest a bit.” Said the next. “Here, over here. There, face down.”
However, aching and shivering with exhaustion, Hale didn't move fast enough for the soldier. She found herself grabbed, whipped around and then thrown down on the mattress on her stomach.
He leaned over her, kicking her legs wide apart and then mounted her. He lay over her back with his full weight, hard muscles pressed down against her, pushing her down into the dirty, stinking mattress.
A quick rummage between her pert little buttocks and he was pushing into her. His hardness, all of them felt like large bullying truncheons to her now, slammed all the way in. And then he was rutting her for all he was worth.
His hands locked onto her slender young shoulders. A harsh vice grip allowed him to propel his body against Hale's with shocking speed and ferocity. As his long cock pounded against her small pert buttocks, shoving the perky orbs forward and back against his brutally slamming hips. He let go of her shoulders and slid a forearm under her throat, then he grabbed her smooth bald head in his other hand, pressing down painfully against her skull and yanked her head back while he continued to pound away into her.
The rapist pressed his lips to Hale's ear while fucking her like a human jack-hammer. He growled obscenities that made her blush. He chewed on her ear, licked lewdly at the side of her face, all while his large solid cock pounded into her tight, searing tunnel.
"Can you feel me in you?!" He grunted, thrusting in time to his question.
Hale said nothing. Her mouth was clamped shut. Her jaws clamped. The only sounds that were coming out of her were the throaty moans that escaped through her gritted teeth and the squelching of her tight, cum-lubed cunt.
"You fucking love this, you dirty whore! Bitch! Slut!"
His cursing insults punctuated his raping thrusts perfectly, a parallel to his lust fuelled harshness. He continued to spit insults into her prone ear.
“You love it and you fucking deserve it! It’s the only thing your good for, what you were born for!”
Seeing Hale’s tears trickling down her face for the umpteenth time he let out a long barking laugh.
"I can feel your filthy cunt, it's flowing like fucking water! You can't get enough, fuck!"
"Don't worry, whore." Another of the group added from the sidelines. "We'll give you all you can stand, and then some. When we're finished with you today, you'll get it all over again tomorrow and the next day, the next week, the next month..."
"And every fucking minute in between!" A second vocal attacker added, resulting in bouts of laughter from the others.
"You're ours now!"
The rapist spat disgustingly into her ear, pounding his pole of brutalising meat even more fiercely into her. Hale could do nothing except tremble and sob helplessly beneath him.
Relaxing the head lock, he hiked himself up onto his knees so he knelt astride the tops of her slender thighs. Then he reached down to fondle her little round ass cheeks while he fucked the engorged crown of his hard dick in between them. All the while his huge, churning, simmering, testicles were slapping away rhythmically at the underside of her hard hot buttocks and inner thighs.
Hale’s anal rapist, once more at full mast, moved around to the other side of the mattress. There were three more in line before he would have another chance to fuck her, and yet he wasn’t prepared to wait that long. He grabbed her head and pulled it up. She seemed unaware of him, her eyes were still squeezed tight against her brutal assault down below. He grinned the hungry smile of a predator. Seeing her mouth fall open for a moment, as she reacted to a particularly strong thrust from her cunt rapist, the soldier quickly pushed his cock deep inside, across her hot tongue and all the way in, right up and the past the entrance of her throat. Hale heaved, suddenly filled at both ends. The dry retch opened up her throat for a second, and the soldier punched the last few inches of his shaft into her gullet. Both hands encircling her hairless scalp as he started to hump her face.
Hale suffered in silence between the power fucking of the two spit-roasting rapists. She convulsed once more, gagging sharply around the sudden and unexpected invasion of her mouth, and the vile taste of the rancid meat plunging into her raw throat.
However, the two rapists didn’t show any concern for her, as she knew they wouldn’t. And Hale fought to regain composure and to use her tongue and throat on this giant monstrous phallus, before he lost his temper and started to really hurt her.
So, she fought back the choking urge to vomit and willed herself to relax, to take the throat assault in her stride and to suck hard and long. No matter how disgusting the experience. She worked her suctioning lips and flicking tongue with desperation, while she tried to block out their renewed chastising volleys of slander, crudeness, cruelty and depravity.
"You're ours now, you disgusting, fucking dirty little bitch."
"You're so fucking disgusting. You whore. You even took it up your arse right away, no messing, no trying to get out of it." The vaginal rapist sneered.
"Dirty whores always take it in the ass." Another added.
"You should finish in her ass, the slut liked it so much."
The man with his cock slammed into Hale's throat. He growled, hammering his hips forward and back into her flushed, sweat-damp face, squashing her little upturned nose with each jaw-jarring deep throat assault.
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The sheets were white cotton and they covered Druuna from her neck down. She could feel the warm material against her flesh but against her exposed face she could feel the coolness of the room. She lay there a moment mentally probing her surroundings. Feeling the air on her face, catching aromas and sounds from her right. And the odd creak from the foot of the bed. She didn’t feel like she was alone in the room. Wherever she was. She could smell flowers and tobacco and alcohol. She had lost her trousers and shoes somewhere, but she could feel underwear and her cropped vest top was covering her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw right above her a huge plush vermillion and gold headboard. Darker red drapes, torn and partially rotted, hung from the window to her right and as she lifted her head and looked around. She saw matching sofas, a chaise longue and a large ornate wardrobe with a full-length mirror in its door. The room felt vaguely familiar to her, as if it had been from a long forgotten past or a hazily recalled dream.
Then she saw the man, standing there in a musty woollen robe, hands stuffed into its pockets looking at her from the centre of the room. He was smoking from a long gleaming white cigarette holder. And she suddenly realised that he was speaking to her.
“Finally! I’ve been waiting for you for a while. Did you sleep well? You seem to have been really tired!”
Druuna racked her brains, trying to remember… anything. Who the man was. Where she was. What she had been doing before she awoke here. Belatedly, bits started to trickle back into her mind.
“Oh… What the Devil… But you… Jock… You are Jock! Damn it all, what am… What am I doing here?”
The Commander of this military base, Jock, was tall. He sported a lined, battle-scarred face. The usual strong, powerful physique of the soldier along with military-short cropped white blonde hair. He approached the side of the wide, king size bed, taking a seat beside Druuna. He smiled crossing one thigh over the other, the front of the robe parted revealing a powerfully muscled and rather hairy leg. Though the offending area remained in shadow, Druuna thought he was more than likely naked under the robe. He took a long drag on the cigarette and his eyes played across the form of her body beneath the cotton concealer. Eventually his eyes found hers.
“You’re in my apartment, a place you seem to have forgotten… You’ve not been very friendly lately, have you?”
Druuna sat up in the bed, self-consciously pulling the covers up under her chin.
She knew Jock. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered him a little. He was hard, a soldier, powerful, to be feared, but also to be respected. He was strong and dangerous but he could help her if she could get him to like her. And she knew how to get men to like her. She had always known.
“Jock, I… Forgive me, I’m so confused, I don’t understand… How did I get here?”
“I was patrolling the boundaries of the Forbidden City and I found you unconscious on a ledge. Someone must have dragged you there. There were clear traces. There was another girl with you, also unconscious…”
Druuna made sure her face was placid, but she could feel her heart fluttering behind her breasts as partial memory and emotional realisation coalesced. “Schastar! It was Schastar!… I was falling and I found something to hang on to… My poor love, you saved me!”
Jock was still talking to her, a deep somewhat gruff voice that produced equal an mix of excitement and apprehension in Druuna.
“…I am an Officer and I have certain privileges. I took you here… But I don’t know if you realise, Druuna, that we found you in the Forbidden City!”
“Maybe... I should try to explain…”
She made her offer hesitantly, sensing danger.
“Yes!”
His reply was insistent, pressing. A command in any other guise. Dunna felt like she was teetering on a knife edge, to fall here was certain doom. She decided to play for time. And residual curiosity about Hale gave her the method.
“…That girl who was with me… Where…”
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“Oh, that one…”
Jock grunted, his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned closer to Druuna relaxing beside her on the bed, his broad shoulders pressing into the stacked pillows. He was very close to her. Too close really. She felt uncomfortable. The thin trail of cigarette smoke irritated her eyes slightly. He rolled the holder between his craggy lips, angling the burning tip away from her. He offered her a little half smile, the tip of the cigarette holder clamped between his teeth. He leaned in another couple of inches and lowered his voice, as if letting her in on a little naughty secret.
“Don’t worry about her, she’s in good hands.”
She felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. That glint in his eyes was telling and not a good look. It made him appear predatory and dangerous.
“My soldiers need a little distraction every now and then. Do you want to see?”
He leaned to his right to the little ornate bedside chest of drawers, reached int the top most drawer and retrieved a small boxy remote control. A push of a button caused wooden panel in the wall opposite the bed to slide open. The panel had disappeared toward the ceiling leaving behind flaps of old and peeling wall paper as well as a short line of drooping ancient wires. They emerging like geriatric fingers from sockets in the wall to vanish from sight beyond the foot of their huge bed. Revealed by the relocated panel was a large circular monitoring screen, maybe four feet in diameter.
Jock cocked his chin toward the display, while his thumb danced over the buttons on the remote control.
“With this video I can connect with most of the labs and with all the rooms in the soldiers’ quarters. Look.”
A few more button pushes and a flicked switch brought a silent image flickering to active, frantic life. It was a strange image to begin with a fish-eye lens effect revealed little. The warped interior of a largish room. Bunk beds and a pair of dining tables. In the centre of the screen there was some fast and frantic motion but it was too far away, too warped by the lens, and of too low a quality to understand. Jock used a control in his remote to zoom in.
Immediately the picture confirmed Hale’s fate. And it was a fate Druuna had witnessed on countless occasions throughout her life. And had only managed to avoid that very fate for herself due to blind luck. And the actions of kindly men like Schastar and Kartes. And Jock himself.
The picture was crisp in quality, though the warping effect was maintained. Though there was a low light filter of something which bathed the scene on a thousand shades of pale blue.
The image revealed the attractive, slender, bald girl was on her hands and knees on a mattress being vigorously spit roasted by two of Jock’s soldiers. The man raping her was clawing at her perky buttocks as he slammed his immense genetically enhanced erection between them. The shaft was bloated and solid as brick, reddened by friction and swollen excitement.
The oral rapist was digging his fingers into her beautiful smooth skull, holding her head steady to take his equally distended phallus deep into her throat.
Tears were streaming down Hale’s cheeks and horrific welts and beads of blood criss-crossed her back and buttocks. So, she had been turned into a as a sexual slave to violent, sadistic soldiers. Nothing more than entertainment.
“It’s exciting isn’t it?”
There was a raw sexual heat in his voice. Druuna found herself unable to tear her eyes from the screen.
The orally abusing soldier had wrapped both of his powerful hands around Hale’s young skull and was brutally hammering his jaw stretching member in and out of the poor girl’s mouth with a gut clenching ferocity, pummelling her face with his groin and causing her already pained face to twist and flush even further, reflecting the agony that was being inflicted on her.

“…We all play a role during our existence which is tied to an inevitable fate… This girl has found hers… My men are frustrated, violent sadists, but it looks as if she likes them, doesn’t it?”
“Yes… I see…”
Druuna held in a sickened sympathetic whimper. “Forgive me Hale.” She thought, as Jock slipped around behind her, so that she was sitting between his legs. She felt intimately aware of the heavy heat of his erection against her smooth lower back. An arm cresting the supple curve of her bare shoulder. “I could do nothing for you.”
Both their eyes still glued to the video screen, Jock’s hand slid casually down from the curve of her shoulder to the intense curve of her full, perky breast, the callused pad of his little finger reaching over to touch and depress her sensitive nipple.
On the screen there was a sudden flurry of movement that caught Druuna’s eye. The pussy raper appeared to let out a howl, though the sound failed to reach them. His head was thrown back, upward toward the camera lens, his face twisted into an exquisite expression of pure ecstatic passion as he rutted violently on poor Hale.
The pretty girl writhed between the spit-roasting rapists as much as their controlling, restricting bodies would allow. The rapist continued to power-slam his bloated erection into her and, now laughing, he drew his fingertips down Hale’s arched back, through the bloody, sweat stung welts and lacerations. Hale’s body cringed and twitched under the deliberate assault. Druuna assumed she would be squealing in pain around the cock, as it was stretching her lips and making her neck visibly bulge.
The screen flickered momentarily and the image chose that precise moment to die. Druuna felt her attention slowly returned to her own control. Though she didn’t understand why, the pale red thong she was wearing was wet at the gusset. She also noted that her vulva were hot and tingling and her nipples ached with sudden lust. Though it couldn’t have been brought on by the live video of Hale’s eventual fate. Surely seeing the poor girl being so violently abused wasn’t a turn on.
Jock was talking again. His voice sounded thick with amused lust over the short showing of Druuna’s young friend.
“She’s rather cute.” He commented. “She’ll be used like this for a while. Then, what will be left of her body will be transferred…”
He grinned and his caressing hand darted down for a moment to loosen the laces of Druuna’s vest top. He drew the front flaps of the top wider apart and freed both of her lovely breasts. Druuna didn’t react.
“I could do nothing for her… But I can do much more for you Druuna!”
His hand slid down to the soft firm flesh of her waist as he lay down on one side slipping in behind her, keeping her warmth close to him, coiling himself around her like a possessively.
“What do you mean?” Druuna asked. “You made me come here with you, you can’t hand me over to those torturers.”
“I’ve always been very generous with you, don’t you remember? But you never rewarded me appropriately. Though you recently used me for some mysterious plot of yours, you ignored me completely…”
His caressing hand slipped lower, following the smooth muscles of her abdomen until his ever-probing little finger once again delved across an erogenous zone, sliding beneath the waistband of her thong and through the soft bush of her pubic hair.
“Jock… No… You see, I…”
But her confused protest was interrupted.
“…And I even have a gift for you…”
It was a testament to how well Jock knew how to manipulate Druuna’s desires and tastes that the promise of a gift threw her protests and concerns out of the window. She knew it butat the same time couldn’t resist.
“Really? Great, I love gifts! Give it to me!” She gushed, suddenly excited.
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“You see that old closet… Open it… You’ll find some underwear… I’m sure you’ll like it!”
In her excitement, Druuna crawled over Jock’s hard, strong body, his rough hands continued to caress her as she moved across him. He cupped her breasts, swept questing fingers down her arched spine, over her buttocks and then, just for a moment, to the sweaty heat between the luscious cheeks of her ass. She drew out of range, off the bed and across the chamber.
She came to the mirrored door of the closet or wardrobe. Grasping the round wooden handle, she glanced back at him via the mirror’s reflection, smiling, before she opened the wardrobe.
“Underwear? What kind of underwear?” She asked.
“It’s old and somewhat valuable… it belongs to a distant past, decadent and corrupted, where women still knew a thing or two about seduction.”
The door swung wide at her urgent tug and the wondrous contents were displayed within. It was a plethora of silk and lace, a dozen colours and textures.
“Wow! It’s wonderful! I’ve only seen something like this in books!”
“Choose what you like and put it on… I want to see them on your body!”
She quickly stripped off her own meagre clothing and then drew out a small black number. A strapless satin and lace corset with matching thong and suspenders, stockings and gleaming black stilettos. She drew on the garments one by one. Her lithe lusty movements innocently erotic and tantalising for Jock to behold. As he knew they would be. Finally, all she had left were the laces on the rear of the corset.
“It’s a little difficult… Especially these laces… there… Hey… I love it… Wow… I really do!”
She was staring back at Jock, over her shoulder as they both admired her shapely reflection in the mirror, a female Narcissus observed by her male Echo.
“Is this right? How does it look?” She asked.
“You’re beautiful… Just like one of those prostitutes of the past.”
“But how can you own such underwear… It’s fantastic…”
Druuna stretched the waist band of the thong, drawing it up more tightly between her full pert buttocks.
“Don’t ask questions which I won’t be able to answer… Come on top of me.” Jock grunted.
His lust was beginning to get the better of his self-control. She looked over her shoulder at him while she smoothed the silky fabric of her stockings against her thighs, smiling, taking her time. Her lustrous brown eyes were alight with erotic desire.
She finally sauntered over to him, her large breasts shuddering to the offbeat of her stiletto heeled steps, causing the half-cups of the bodice to dip and allowing her nipples to spring up above the leather and lace.
Jock eyes glinted with his lust his attention ensnared by her ruddy, erect nipples and the shuddering orbs they topped.
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“Your gifts are beautiful, Jock! Doesn’t it arouse you to see me in these clothes…”
She leaned toward him from the edge of the bed, cupping his chin in one soft, delicate hand, while she lifted her leg, placing his knee on the bed, caressing his bare thigh with her fabric-smoothed one.
“You want me to be your slut, like in the past… I like that too, you know.”
Jock smiled knowingly, his hands reaching forward and encompassing the luscious brunette’s perfect hourglass form. She arched upwards, stretching catlike, accentuating her jutting breasts and pushing them towards his chiselled face.
“When did you do it the last time without asking for something in exchange?” He asked, baiting her.
“Bah… I don’t really know…” She replied, shrugging. “I do it because men like you like to pay… It reassures you… Makes you feel secure… Even if it’s an illusion… When I do it, I like to be bought… It’s like a game… An exciting game…”
Jock grunted, half laugh, half cynicism.
“You have a lot to sell, you dirty little girl…” He muttered, his voice firm, almost cruel. “In these times of hunger and death… The fact that you exist defies reality.”
His hands slipped around from her hips onto her firm silken buttocks, he drew the gusset of her briefs down and then allowed his fingers to creep around the curves of her ass cheeks, purposefully caressing her anal sphincter. The pouting lips of her hot damp pussy, beneath the little soft patch of her pubic hair was glistening with perspiration, and something more nectarlike.
Druuna moaned at his probing, a long breathy exhale. She used her proximity and height to press the seated Jock back onto the bed so that he lay beneath her. The stunning brunette prone above him, her lust commanding, dictating pace and position, burgeoning his lust.
“Now relax, ask me anything… I know how to give you all the pleasure you want… I also need a little love.”
Her hand lithely snatched up one end of his loosely knotted belt and she pulled the fastening apart. The robe slid open. His firm, masculine musculature revealed in its erotic splendour. Jock had such a mouth-watering body. It was one of the things Druuna had always found the most attractive about the man. He was so masculine, so physical, so strong. He was built like Shastar though with a bigger build and he was taller.
“Love?” He repeated.
The words sounded course and brittle in his hard mouth. Like flint, dark and sharp but at the same time, she liked Jock’s definition of love. In opposition to Druuna’s romanticised ideas of emotion mixed with physicality creating pleasures both spiritual and physical. Jock’s love was entirely physical. It was hard and brutal, neolithic, almost cruel. And she readily admitted that it made her wet. It made her come.
She tossed the front of his robe wide open. Her eyes dancing with excitement at the sight of the thick engorged baton jutting vertically from the apex above his tightly muscled thighs. And, knowing his desire, she threw herself down onto that shaft of burning hot sexual meat, face first. She slid her lips over the fat warm crown, its girth making her jaw ache. She filled her mouth with its solid heat, then relaxed her throat and plunged forward, down into his lap, slamming the erect cock into her oesophagus and pushing on down until his wiry pubic hair tickled her lips and encompassed her dainty nose, nostrils flaring with her effort.
Jock groaned, lifting himself up onto his arms, staring down at the rapid rise and plunge of her head. The slick, soft heat of her lips and her exemplary tongue. And, when she kissed his abdomen, the sensational muscles of her throat; consuming his length, up and down, again and again. He groaned louder till, enjoying her attentions and wanting more. Wanting to hurt her in his passion. He’d use words first though, tenderise her with his cruel mouth. Before she was ready to take the cruelty of his phallus. They had done it before. She would know what to expect.
“How far will you go to sell your body…” He demanded, goading her again. “Do you think I’m that stupid?”
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Druuna suctioned her mouth and throat along the length of his erection until the throat stretching crown emerged from between her full red lips with an audible wet pop.
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” She panted.
She felt half crazed by desire, only able to offer a small amount of her lust-effused attention tohis words.
Jock grabbed her by the arms the pressed her back away from him. Druuna fought his rejection momentarily, wanting her throat stretched and aching around his hot hardness again. And failing to understand why he was pushing her away.
“You are a prostitute…” He snapped.
It was accusation. He was branding her.
“Your Doctor, Dr. Ottonegger, was arrested and confessed everything… You gave yourself to him repeatedly so that he would give you serum… Am I right? And what did you do with all that serum? You can’t have taken it all?”
“Jock… I don’t know… I can’t…” Druuna moaned.
She was getting more and more confused, her smouldering lust like a blanket over her brain. A voice somewhere was telling her to listen, to take heed, to be careful what she admit to. But at the same time the lust she felt burned her, rattled her focus, fogged her attention.
And then she gasped as a hard callused flesh hand closed dangerously around her throat. Jock came in close, venom in his gleaming eyes, and on his spittle flecked lips.
“Before you came to your body was thoroughly examined and so was your brain… But an unknown force in your consciousness resisted our intrusion… How can that be?” He snapped at her.
Druuna couldn’t understand when the seduction game had turned into an interrogation. But the interrogation continued, rising in volume and dangerous intent. Even while Jock’s glistening erection swayed and throbbed in her periphery.
“Only the degenerating species, the mutants, possess that kind of power. How do you explain that? Answer me!”
“I don’t know… I don’t know who talks to me…”
“Turn around and look at those two men… He grunted.
And when Druuna, confused, didn’t move at his immediate command, Jock used his strength and the hand at her throat, to whip the lusty brunette around on the soft cool bed covers so that she once again faced the foot of the bed, and beyond it in the far wall, the same big circular video screen that had revealed to her the sorrowful fate of the poor teenage girl, Hale.
“Ouch… You’re hurting me! Let me go!”
He outright ignored her complaint and receiving a little shake via the nape of the neck, Druuna forced herself to look at the screen. It showed, side by side, a pair of file photos of very familiar faces. And Druuna’s heart sank.
“What is your connection with them… Answer carefully… We know that you have been in touch with them…” Jock commanded.
Druuna baulked inside. “Oh my god…” She thought. “That’s Schastar… Schastar… And the other is the mutant…” Her lover, and a contact she had been introduced to only recently. As she offered her reply, she tried to make her voice controlled, certain, assured.
“I don’t know them… This is the first time I’ve set eyes on them…”
Jock snarled. His disbelief as obvious as his rising anger and his rock solid erection.
“Is that so…” He growled. “Let me tell you that finally the hermaphrodite monster has been captured. He had extended his powers to several sectors of the lower city… That criminal wanted to invade the upper levels…”
“Jock, I’ve never been interested in all that…”
He had shifted up against her back. She could feel his hard body pressed up against her. Those powerful muscles, the hard, battle-scarred flesh. And that hot-stone pillar of his erection, pressed urgently against her soft firm buttocks. He was excited by his power, and turned on by his rage. Druuna would have to be very careful.
“You’re lying.” He snarled.
Druuna felt hot spittle against her neck and shoulder.
“We know the other one is your lover. His name is Schastar and he’s a dangerous terrorist, an ally of the mutants.”
Something had changed in Jock in the last couple of minutes. Possibly the apparent confirmation that Druuna was lying to him. He must feel betrayed by her. Feeling that she was against him when it came down to it. Did he now see her as an enemy?
He appeared to relax a little though, the pulsing hot rod remained as hard and brutal against her ass as ever. He took a beat and then drew back. Standing up at the side of the bed and flicking off the video screen. Druuna rolled around and sat up, facing him. Waiting with rising anxiety for his next move. She was reminded of a psychopath with his sudden unpredictability, ever changing moods, the moments of sadistic fury that switched in an instant to smooth calmness and back again.

“Okay, Druuna.” He sighed. “You don’t want to talk. I hoped to be successful with you. Now I will have to send you to ‘them’… ‘they’ will know how to get a confession out of you…”
The mention of ‘them’ threw a thousand terrible possibilities immediately into Druuna’s mind and she felt panic rising in her palpitating gut.
“Oh Jock, yes, I know Schastar, but he’s only a friend…” She said.
She hoped the correction, and the offer of a little of the truth might placate him.
“I didn’t know about his other activities, I swear… It’s the truth… I beg you, don’t hand me over to ‘them’…”
But she could see behind the cruel gleam in Jock’s eyes, the cold rage, a newly cemented hatred and the hard, heartbreak of disappointment. And she knew that he would do just that… No matter what would happen between them in the next few moments, she would be led away from Jock’s quarters, would be taken to ’them’ and she would never see him again. Maybe she would never see Schastar again. Druuna bit back a sudden welling of panicked tears, and she started to wonder, like so many times before, what would become of her.
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Hale moaned loudly as the second half of her spit-roasting duo abruptly spread her pert little buttocks with the fingers of one hand. He grabbed his dick with the other, tugging it quickly out of the scalding depths of her pussy, before unceremoniously, he ploughed it right up her chemically tightened anus.
The penetration was merciless but her intense and noisy screams were muffled by the thick erection plugging her tight throat and constricting her vocal cords. However, the girl's muffled cry reverberated right through the dick that was busy raping her mouth and it caught the oral rapist by surprise, making him orgasm suddenly in a fast and heady flash-climax.
He groaned as he exploded, a mixture of deepest sexual fulfilment and seething frustration at being brought off so quickly and unexpectedly.
The climax took the energy right out of his limbs and he all but collapsed over Hale, putting a hand to the small of her back to support him, while his hot seed shot like canister shell from his balls erupting in a long thick cannonade deep into her mouth.
Hale was forced to gulp down multiple mouthfuls even as the rapist at the other end of her began his brutal sodomy.
She had hardly finished drawing the residue from the vile cock still filling her aching mouth, when the rectal rapist reached his own abrupt climax. It filled her anal orifice with three heavy bursts and the rapist announced his sexual joy with a series of loud wheezing curses that made Hale blush and quiver even more.
He was as quick as he was noisy, and almost as soon as Hale felt the third thick wad of his hot cum splattering into her guts, he was getting off her, pulling his still hard cock out of her stretched anus and lifting himself from her back.
At once, another of the man grabbed her around the waist and dragged her over the mattress towards him. She was surprised by the suddenness and passion behind the next one in line and couldn’t hold back a little scream of panic.
"I can make you scream a whole lot, if that's what you want!" He snarled.
"N... No! Please I..." Hale stammered.
  "Well shut the fuck up then!" He replied. "Fuck-meat. That's all you are."
Arranging her as he wanted, the man pushed the teen flat onto her back and then lifted her legs up toward the ceiling, rolling her backward so that her shoulders, head and arms were the only parts of her in touch with the vile, stinking mattress. He stepped across her spread legs so he stood over her, astride her upended crotch their bodies and legs forming a crooked cross. Grabbing one leg and hugging it to his body, he grabbed his horribly thick erection and awkwardly angled the solid club downwards at Hale's on-display cunt.
"Grab the whore’s other leg." He said another barrack man. "Keep it spread."
Then he penetrated her. Hale squealed at the pained awkwardness of the position and at the feel of the huge, hard cock pushing its way into her already tenderised pussy.
The rapist soldier started fucking her hard at once, humping his erection quickly in and out from bloated crown to bulging root, using the meagre bounce of the mattress beneath them to aid his pace. The other man laughed as he maintained his tight grip of Hale's spread leg and reached out to fondle her soft perky buttocks.
By about halfway through Hale's latest rape, the helper’s fingers began pressing into her anus, poking, caressing and battling with the tight ring of muscle, adding a third finger and then trying to stretch it by spreading his fingers apart.
It was hurting her, everything hurt, though not as much as her rapist's passionate enjoyment of her tight young pussy. The anal molestation was little more than a discomfort compared to the thick flesh baton being rammed cruelly in and out of her along with the awkwardness of the position she had been pressed into. And the soldier showed no sign of letting up, slowing down or even tiring. He was just going at her like some noisy, brutal torture engine.
Like the others, with no timepieces visible, the rape extended over a timeless duration, for a long time his thrusts were fast and strong, though not timed or very rhythmic. However, before long, his thrusting started to become awkward, quickening and growing erratic; then losing its rhythm completely, becoming lurching and brutal. He still fucked fast but much more slamming and brutal, his hammering hips and the underside muscles of his thighs bruising her with the ferocity of his raping thrusts, sending cracking noises echoing around the barracks.
His hands contracted hard on her captured thigh he had cinched in the crook of his elbow, and the clawed little ass cheek in his hand, as he pummelled himself against her, pushing in deep while he trembled and growled noisily, starting to ejaculate into her simmering core.
"Here it comes!" He snarled rabidly. "Take my fucking load you sexy little fucking slut-whore!"
His orgasm caught Hale by surprise. Not in its onslaught. His simmering state and then the boil-over into climax had all been overtly obvious. It was the actual amount of cum he hosed into her young pussy that shocked her and then had her stomach turning over with renewed disgust. She felt the hot wet explosion just like the others, but unlike the others, this just kept coming and coming. She felt the raw tightness between her pussy walls and the living, throbbing shaft of genetically altered meat inside her, stretched by the thick pumping fluid as it filled her insides and headed for her pussy entrance. It filled and then overfilled her. It started to pour out of her, trailing down over and between her buttocks coating her perineum and finger-stretched anus. It trickled in little rivulets down over her clenched stomach and down her torso towards her small, stiff nippled breasts. It had reached the upper curves of her breasts, tantalising her firm spongy nipples when the soldier pulled out, allowing her to topple to the mattress.
She found herself akimbo, more or less on her back. He leaned over her, pinning her painfully with a knee on her flat toned belly, and started to scoop up handfuls of his seed and rub it into her nipples and breasts, over her bald head and down her face. A handful was pressed to her lips and she was instructed to suck the cum from his fingers.
All the while his free hand worked at the foreskin of his softening cock, teasing more and more of the plentiful fluid from his balls and over her mouth. He leaned over her to wipe his cock head around Hale's slack mouth. But then his fun was over as the next in line, pushed past the man to grab her, pulling her into his possession.
He grabbed her quickly, lying back on the mattress and pulled her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her narrow waist and slender shoulders to drag her down tight onto him. She could feel his erection, throbbing as it butted up against her inner thigh like a red-hot poker and he was already humping at her crotch with his sordid desire to rape her.
"Gonna stick it to you hard!" He panted, his eyes glistening with monstrous lust. "Push my gun up your sheath, make you hump on it fast."
Staring down into the intensity of his flint grey eyes, Hale obediently reached back, splaying her slick lips and levering the hot steel hard meat into position, then she eased herself down pressing herself onto the invading stake.
At once he squeezed her against him and slammed his cock all the way into her. She wailed and wept at the viciousness of him. He laughed, as sadistic as the others. And started to move her up and down him, with a powerfully horrendous pace Hale had never experienced before.
"Feels good to rape the living shit out of you, slut."
His hands were clamped on her ass cheeks, spreading and gripping them, clawing her clenched flesh with talon-curled fingers, giving him purchase and plenty of room with which to fuck her hard. It gave Hale the chance to lift herself upright over him and slow his attacking rape a little.
No sooner had she drawn herself into a squatting position over her rapist, than she felt a large hand plant itself onto her back, right between the shoulder blades and fold her down, like a piece of paper, so she was pressed against his chest again.
She couldn't do anything to resist what was done to her, that pressure pushing and holding her down too much for her to oppose.
As the rapist continued to fuck into her from below, Hale felt the mattress crackle as someone got up onto it with them, big feet standing astride her calves. The hand on her back remained, pinning her completely, and Hale trembled at what she knew was coming. She felt thick thighs clamping vicelike to her narrow hips and then the solid spongy heat of the man’s erection slapped down heavily onto the top of her ass.
"Hold her still, I’m gonna double her."
The vaginal rapist momentarily stilled his erratic thrusting and moved his hands up taking hold of her in a rib cracking bear hug.
"No... Please..."
Hale wheezed breathlessly as she felt this latest abuser, the large intimidating one, lever his huge phallus into position against her tight sphincter.
"Shut the fuck up..." The airborne voice replied.
He smacked a huge hand across the back of her bare head making her whimper and see stars again.
“Feel this.”
He grunted as he pressed his crown up firmly against her sphincter ring. This time, Hale’s agonised anus surrendered under a singular, though brutally insistent, push and she felt what had to be a fist-sized cock head pop into the orifice. The sudden blinding pain of the forced penetration was like being struck by lightning.
Weeping, Hale heard the anal violator hawk up a mouthful of saliva. She felt him spit his drool onto her ass, then his fingers clawed the fluid downward, collecting it on the upper surface of his cock and the upper part of her over-burdened anal mouth.
Apparently, he decided it was all the lubricant he would require because he grabbed a huge, two-handed grip of her bald scalp, yanking her head back as he ploughed the rest of his fat cock deep inside her spasming rectum. Hale screamed as she was doubly impaled. The second man began to pummel her guts, without the least concern for hr agonised reaction. At just about the same time, the cock in her stretched and abused pussy started to hump up into her again and the pain and throbbing heat suffusing her loins intensified.
The one over Hale’s back pummelled her tight anus unrelentingly. Her whimpering pleas driving him on to ever more energetic and aggressive thrusts. He started to slap her pert ass in time to his rough rectal ploughing and Hale couldn't hold back her self-pitying screams. Then his hands closed on her throat from behind, fingers constricting her larynx, choking her into near silence. Of course, her anus tightened considerably in reaction, which made him squeeze even tighter.
The vaginal rape lasted barely another five minutes following the break in thrusting. The double penetration increased the tightness and friction of cock and cunt and the soldier simply couldn't stand it. He had little control over the movement of Hale against his cock as her body was ploughed back and forth along his length by the rough and rapid sodomising the other rapist was giving her.
He reached his orgasm with a loud cursing groan, gripping her tightly against him, trembling in peaking ecstasy as he let fly into her, multiple bursts of his hot and viscous seed.
As soon as her pussy rapist let out his groan of satisfied completion, the sodomiser hauled Hale up off him. Standing, he held her lithe, ass-impaled young body up in the air while his just-finished comrade rolled out of the way. Then he dumped Hale back down onto the bed, face down, and started fucking her ass again with barely any hesitation. While, having rolled clear of the damp and filthy mattress, the previous rapist clambered onto a bunk, to let the last of them get on with his fun.
The big, bulky rapist who was sodomising Hale laid out flat on her face, one hand digging into one tight little buttock, the other gripped the back of her bald head, pinning her down with his grasp and his weight, as he fucked her with the same solid brutality as all the previous soldiers.
However, he soon grew tired of the position. So, pausing his thrusts he wrapped his arms around Hale's shoulders, interlacing his thick fingers around the back of her neck and then with a deep intake of breath, he gathered his strength and lifted the girl up off the bed.
He stood in the middle of the room, holding Hale upright arms and legs flailing, her tiny anus still impaled, stretched around his hard fat meat shaft. Hale could do nothing but hang there limply, her slender legs splayed by his hard muscular hips.
He tried to fuck his cock into her but she was pressing down against him and all he could do was bash his hips against her firm ass.
"Someone lift up her bastard legs." He snapped irritably.
One of the others hurriedly grabbed Hale by the backs of her knees and swept her legs up and apart, level and outside of her shoulders. He held her there staring into her ruddy, humiliated face with a grin of malicious sadistic lust. Watching the tears stream little tracks down her flushed cheeks
"Wrap your arms and legs around him." The anal rapist grunted. "She's light as a feather, you can hold her up easy."
Hale obediently leaned forward and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms encircled his broad strong shoulders.
"You're right." The other soldier commented. "I could hold this piece up all night."
  "Light as a chick-feather… but she can sure take the abuse." One of the still recuperating men said.
"Let’s find out." Grunted the anal rapist.
"No, please...! Be gentle at least..." Hale whimpered.
Of course, she found herself ignored once again. The rapist clamped his hands onto Hale's buttocks spreading them wide and then started to plough his hot, thickly veined shaft into her tight little anus with as much power and speed as he could manage. And with his legs as thick as concrete blocks it amounted to a lot of power.
"Oh! Please!" Hale wailed.
Her cries were silenced as the soldier holding her planted a wet, sloppy, tongue heavy kiss into her open mouth. He kissed her lewdly, disgustingly, and it was enough to muffle Hale's moans as her burning anus was assaulted by what felt like a fire extinguisher.
Before long the anal rapist wanted more control over the girl and he grabbed hold of the undersides of her thighs and pulled her out of the other soldier's grip. Shifting his balance to take her weight, he used his prodigious strength to propel Hale bodily up and down his rectal brutaliser while he grunted loudly into her ear, snarling with each thrust, right as he bottomed out in the tight searing depths of her ass, hips slamming against buttocks with a bruising degree of power.
Hale was small and light enough for him to be able to fuck her onto his aching hard on for a long time, and it proved everything he required to bring himself to a resounding, earth shattering climax, right in the depths of her well churned guts. But first came another private nightmare for Hale.
Unfortunately for the teenager, all that rough, painful pounding did something to her that she hadn’t expected. That pink bubble of simmering heat inside her, that by now felt as though it had filled her completely, burst.
Though abrupt and shocking, there was actually a lead up to it, that she recognised from when it had happened with Monk. She knew the signs, how flushed her skin was, though it was cold being naked in the concrete walled barracks. She noted that her eyes were also wide and unblinking, as though in shock. As though somewhere part of her was disbelieving of what was happening inside her.
Her hips were rocking involuntarily, rhythmically working her anus up and down on the rough hammering rapist cock as it savaged her clutching guts.
Consciously she might be hating it but her body was actively defying her conscious mind. She could feel her pussy quivering, feel the tightness of her own desire swollen flesh, the trickle of her lubricating fluids, and always those waves of heat emanating outward from her core.
Even her anal sphincter was trying to clamp down hard on the invading cock, bringing little groans of pleasure from her rapist while, for Hale, it was rough; just more discomfort, more pain and heat and humiliation.
As that pink bubble expanded to the point of bursting, she gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut tight. Not a unique facial expression for her since being introduced to the soldiers, but this time it was to attempt to conceal the extreme pleasure that was rapidly building, rather than expressing her agony and suffering.
Her body began to shake and quiver, muscles quaking beneath her creamy unblemished flesh, illicit dances of pleasure making her tense and stretch.
There was nothing she could do and that expanding bubble seemed to grow exponentially. The shaking became uncontrollable, muscles clenching and spasming threatening cramp but thankfully, never quite getting there. And then there was a sweet, violent rush as the bubble burst, releasing a profound and scalding eruption of fluid that ejaculated from her molten core, rushing through her. Her hips bucked and rocked uncontrollably, slamming the cock into her anus harder than ever.
Still clenched up, her eyes screwed shut, nostrils flared. Her lips were pulled back to show clenched teeth, and Hale let out a long throaty groan, like a growl.
She hated offering her rapist any kind of sign of an absolutely unwanted and unwelcome climax, but her body wouldn't allow her to suffer it in complete silence. Her mind vanished for a moment into a whiteout cloud of euphoria.
When she came to, she was still in the same position, gripped in his arms, her muscles aching, her head feeling light, dizzy. She could feel the remains of that flood from her vagina dripping out of her while her anus continued to clench and unclench around the fat monster that was sodomising her, driving up into her with an insurmountable speed and strength. The pink bubble of heat had faded into the background, still present, but the size of a pea.
She kept her eyes closed, let the tears fall from her long lashes and prayed that the rapist wouldn't realise that through his violent assaulting of her, he had just given her the biggest sexual orgasm of her life. What the hell was wrong with her? Being brought to orgasm through her own sadistic torture? How could anyone in their right mind enjoy that?

It didn’t last much longer, thankfully, Hale’s rectum clamped down at the perfect moment, the sudden harsh drag of the outstroke threw him over the crest of his orgasm. He all but threw himself and Hale onto the bed, burying her slender frame beneath his and hammered his throbbing, steel hard shaft into her raw stretched rectum a couple more frantic times before he groaned and hauled himself hard up against the trembling whimpering girl.
Hale pressed down and ground on, felt restrained, overwhelmed and thoroughly abused as the huge soldier roared out his climax as he started to shoot his plentiful load right up her clutching ass. He furiously humped himself against her, throwing out meaningless climatic noise as he filled her hot little rectum with his thick, hot cum. And Hale, wheezing and weeping under him, pinned, weighed down and excitedly sodomised, felt every last burst of thick whip-like seed firing up her ass and coating her raped raw anal walls.

That was it. That was all of them. That was the last of them... They had taken their turns in the violent raping of her and now, surely, they would let her go.
Only they didn't let her go.
Hale had hoped that it would have all ended quickly, that her ordeal would not be drawn out any further. They'd all fuck her and then they'd let her go and she would somehow find a way out of here.
Of course, that wasn't what happened. They all fucked her. And then they all fucked her again. And then they ganged up on her to fuck her for a third time en masse. Hale felt every second as if it was an hour, everything seemed to slow down so that she felt acutely and exactly the searing pain, the bruising humiliation of each and every rape, of each of her rapist’s differing pleasures, always at her expense. Of each hurtful, pummelling thrust, each heady ejaculation, always delivered noisily and violently into her hot young body. Every bruising hurtful slap of flesh on flesh, every grunt, every course comment, every lewd suggestion or remark or demand, every grinding, hurtful, pounding fuck they assaulted her with, it all seemed to go on forever.
As the experiences wore on her, exhaustion set in. There were snippets of more rapes between numerous short moments of blackness, snatches of exhaustion-induced sleep or perhaps simple loss of memory. Hale would wake on the mattress or one of the bunks, or find herself hoisted up and pinned against a wall, or upright and crushed between two sweating bodies or bent over one of the tables. And she would find herself either getting fucked for the umpteenth time, or as she was being thrown or rolled or dragged into yet another painful position for two or three of the soldiers to gang up and use her for their deviant and brutal pleasuring. Eventually the moments of blackness outlasted the horrible moments of awareness.
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Hale eventually woke up to noises that had grown all too common to her ears - whimpering and laughter and shouts, intermixed with lighter-voiced pleas and moans and sobbing. The half-swooned teenager found herself wondering if she had sounded like that when she had been led into this room.
It took another moment for her to realise that another woman had apparently been marched in and she was getting, or going to get, the same treatment that Hale was just beginning to recover from.
She lay, abandoned on one of the soldier’s bunks. She reached out with her hazy awareness to assess her own state. She was aching all over, still exhausted and crusted head to foot with dried cum, however, craning her neck and twisting her smooth skull against the warn, beaten pillow allowed her a vantage point of the entryway end of the barracks. She moved slowly and carefully. The last thing she wanted to do was alert the soldiers that she was awake again. They would surely think it meant she was ready for more.
As Hale moved, a little at a time, shifting toward a better vantage point. A brittle crackling, like roasted porcine fat, of dried semen on her creamy flesh filled her ears. She froze, with heart faltering horror, wondering if it sounded as noisy to the nearby rapists as it did to her. However, they all seemed to be more interested in the newcomer. Hale allowed herself to shift around further, searching for comfort and an adequate view, almost certainly of someone else getting the kind of treatment she had just been subjected to. She wondered how long her own torture had lasted. Hours? Days? It had been a timeless horror.
She risked a little more movement, just enough to allow her to see the cause of the new commotion, through the dull metal bars at the head of the bunk. There was a woman, the object of the refresh noise and interest. There were also more soldiers in the barracks now. Possibly double the previous number. She wasn’t certain.
The newly arrived female was a strange looking woman, tightly sandwiched amidst the clamouring thuggish gang of, off duty, soldiers.
The woman was older than Hale, perhaps as old as her mother had been, it was hard to determine. She was very tall, broad shouldered and muscular, as if there was a little too much testosterone in her. Her short blonde hair stood up on end. She wore a long, tight, black leather skirt with a polished leather belt and shiny leather high heels. Her strikingly enormous breasts were barely encased in a jutting, dirty-white sleeveless vest showing a mass of creamy cleavage. Those things would give that woman, Druuna, a run for her money. Her hands and arms up past the elbow, were encased in black leather gloves. A dulled silver choker glinted at her throat. Someone’s hand was gripping that choker tightly, steel hard fingers wrapped around the ring of metal surrounding her throat
“Please! You can’t! I’m not to blame!! I…”
“Can it, Seka!” One soldier snapped. “Commander’s orders. And you know the drill!”
“You let the Commander’s new pet escape. All you had to do was prepare her for room 77! And you couldn’t even do that right!”
“So, you get sent here for punishment!” A third laughed.
Two of them levered out there huge and already half erect phalluses. The woman, Seka, was grabbed roughly by those two and three others. She screamed and struggled but she might as well have been trying to force her way out of a concrete cell. Strong hands grabbed her, twisting her wrists and arms behind her back to manipulate her as they required and cease her struggles.
Her sleeveless blouse was snatched up and torn violently, shreds of worn cotton flew into the air. Her huge buoyant breasts didn’t even have time to bounce into their natural untrussed positions as hands intercepted their perky descent to snatch them up, multiple hands excitedly squashing their firm pliant flesh. Nipples were snatched and twisted until they were painfully erected and ruddy.
Seka continued to scream and plead and struggle, but she had no chance. Her wide belt was yanked from her slender waist and how her pelvis wasn’t shattered by the sheer force the soldier used to do it, was beyond Hale's understanding.
Brute force, and four hands pulling in all directions was used to split the side seams of her leather skirt. Finally naked but for her stilettos, she was whipped around shoved face first over the nearest dining table, held there by her wrists it was a position entirely familiar to Hale.
“Wait…! Don’t! Wait!! Please! I’m a Lesbian! She screamed her last desperate plea.
Hale frowned, thinking it was a ridiculous protest as a way to get out of her fate. The soldiers laughed, seemingly thinking the same. However, Seka seemed to be thinking ahead of them.
“I can put on a really good show for you with one or two of these other girls you use. You’ll all love it! Just please don't rape me!"
There was a pause and the men looked at each other exchanging thoughtful looks. Hale shuddered with disbelief and a rising sense of personal injustice. Why should that bitch be allowed to get off when she hadn’t? It wasn’t fair!
"Maybe later." One of the other's said and then they pounced on the woman.

It was a mistake of Hale's own making. She felt the desire to watch someone else getting sexually tortured for once. To see someone else going through exactly what she had been so brutally subjected to.
However, she hadn’t been subtle enough about it. She lifted herself up onto an elbow to see more clearly through the curtain of rough, bodies and her movement caught the attention of a couple of them.
She realised, belatedly, that even though at the time she had been too steeped in her own misery, she had somehow absorbed a little information about the men. Including names to faces. Therefore, she recognised Talbot. And the other man staring across at her was apparently named Fylan, they seemed to have decided the woman didn't have enough orifices for all six of them and instead of waiting they turned to Hale for their sadistic pleasure.
They didn't even speak to her as they leaned over her bunk. She wasn't a living person to them, just a toy. Something to play with. Fylan roughly parted the girl's thighs, and Hale couldn't withhold the terrified whimper that escaped her lips.
She shivered violently. And the loud cries, at first fearful and then painfilled and desperate, from the other woman herself now surrounded by four horny soldiers, seemed to strike Hale as if they were physical things.
Fylan didn't seem to know what he wanted. His eyes roamed over Hale’s lithe nakedness, then he nonchalantly shrugged and tugged his cock out of his utilitarian combat trousers. Like all the others his dick was big and thick and long. In fact, it appeared unnaturally so, and it was hardening by the second. She was hauled off the bunk and shoved down onto the cold concrete floor, on her knees but upright. Gatz slid around behind her, grabbing her by the upper arms and pulling them tight behind her back, until her shoulder screamed in painful protest. Fylan was in her face, cock in hand, crown pressing urgently to her mouth.
She parted her lips, hoping to take control of the blowjob somehow, she had had enough of her mouth and throat being used like her pussy, it hurt and it was humiliating. If she could work hard and control the depth and speed of it, she might be okay. She braced herself as the fat, solid meat of his helmet pushed past her lips and she flicked at the underside with her tongue, bobbing her head, taking a good half of it into her mouth, timing her sucks with his outstroke.
He moaned with pleasure. The grip on her arms was released, she felt hands on her breasts and hand on her smooth, hairless head but couldn't work out who's belonged to who. Washing the helmet with her tongue, Hale took the shaft in as deep as she comfortably could and sucked hard as she slid her mouth back until only the crown was still between her gripping lips. She took a moment to worship it with her tongue again, before driving her face forward and taking more of the hard, hot length. Fylan was groaning with appreciation.
"She's learning." He grunted. "That's good, keep that up."
After a few minutes and dozens of bobbing, sucking, tonguing motions, she could feel the hot hardness pulsing and twitching against her tongue and knew she had him. She drew back until just the crown was between her succulent lips and sucked wetly, punctuating her sucks with flicks at the sensitive underside of his swollen head with her tongue. It brought Fylan to his first long and noisy climax.
"Uhhh!! Uhhhh!! Uhhhh!! Drink it!! Shit! Suck it all down, slut!"
Hale felt the bursts of his hot salty jizz shooting quickly and thickly into her mouth, jet after jet splashing the whole length of her sucking mouth. She tasted it as it splattered across her flicking tongue, she gagged on it, gulped it down the first mouthful, only to find her mouth refilled at once.
"Oh fuck, that was good." He groaned.
At last, when his orgasm had ebbed to nothing but a clear, sticky drool, Hale let his cock drop from the seal of her lips and lowered her head, her neck was aching and her jaw hurt.
"My turn." Gatz growled.
He immediately grabbed her and whipped her around to face him. Pushing her down, he knelt between her knees, slapping them wider apart, and started to unbuckled his olive, padded combat trousers. Above her head Fylan moved in close, he leaned over and put his cruel hands on her. One clutched at a breast, squeezing hard on the soft warm orb and pulling at the stiffened nipple while he trapped her head between his knees.
"Use your hand on me, get me hard as rock." Gatz spat.
His semi hard shaft now bared; his trousers shoved halfway down his broad, scarred thighs. Hale reached out tentatively, stretching out with her right hand she took hold of his shaft, encircling the long fattening shaft in her small fist. He shuffled forward a bit nearer and she gripped the lower half of his cock, though she would need both hands and more to cover the whole length. She worked her fist up and down with quick, liberal, pumping movements. Gatz threw his head back with pleasure and let out a deep groan.
"Fuck yeah! Nothing better than a fucking good hand job."
Hale said nothing, just concentrated on keeping up her pace and the smooth action of her working fist. She felt the heat moving up from elbow and shoulder. She was also aware of the oily heat that infused her palm from his hard cock. By her measure, it was already solid in her small fist, and nearly as hot as burning coals but Gatz had made no move to elevate the sexual use of her beyond having her jerk his foreskin back and forth.
Fylan, on the other hand, was still crouched above her, manhandling her breasts with one hand while the other had slipped between her lips, his finger roaming her tongue and the inside of her mouth, she reciprocated of course. She could also feel the tips of a couple of Gatz’ long fingers stroking and caressing the swollen, still raw, lips of her labia and he was growing more and more agitated and rough with her by the second. She had already experienced the sadism and roughness of these men, these soldiers, but she was acutely aware and afraid that she might well not have experienced the limit of their violence.
She also knew that there was not a damned thing she could do about it.
She felt a sudden tensing and muscular twitches under her firm grip of Gatz's cock and then he jerked, groaning hoarsely, his hips humping violently upwards as the sudden climax struck and overwhelmed him. Thick white seed geysered upwards from the swollen, gleaming cockhead, erupting two feet up into the air and then raining back down across her torso.
Hale wondered, as she kept up the fast jerking of his throbbing shaft, why he had been happy with just getting his dick jerked off, rather than suck him or at least take his cum onto her face, however he had said nothing, just moaned loudly, twitching in orgasm as his huge erection spat all those great gouts of viscous pearlescence a half dozen times over her pinned down torso. Those six huge bursts were followed by another six drooling splurges. Though his sexual apex died with a final drawn out drooling trickle that poured out of his cock head and ran down the shaft, over Hale's pumping hand to white wash the dark, wiry hair of his pubis. It reminded her of milk boiling over. She was half expecting Gatz to climb on and start to rape her but he actually rose and took a step back.
However, she didn't even get the chance to take a breath or flick to cum off her hand before Fylan was on her again. He used his uniform peaked cap to scrape the worst of Gatz’ residue off her naked body before planting himself down and mounted her, just as she assumed Gatz would have done. His own resurgent erection felt like a fire-molten lance, bashing her splayed inner thighs and her tender pubic mound, before he reached down to press it into place and then rammed it hard, deep inside her.
Hale cried out loud as she was impaled. At that precise moment, she felt convinced that the sensation must have been every bit as horrendous as being impaled on an actual spike. The long, thick cock jammed into her, burrowed deep, stretching her walls and driving hot shooting pains through her lower body. Fylan grabbed her legs and forced them wider apart bending her so her knees practically framed her face, then he lowered his head to feast on her shuddering, dancing breasts and hardened nipples as they shook and wheeled in time to his frantic thrusting.
"Oh! It hurts! Please! You're hurting me!" She cried.
But he just laughed at her weeping protests.
"It's supposed to hurt. We all like inflicting pain on ripe young sluts.” Gatz said, apparently observing.
"And don't make out you don't enjoy it.” Fylan added. “We all know your game, slut! You get off on all this!"
He laughed, increasing his rape with a flurry of faster, deeper thrusts. Hale blushed at the uncomfortable observation and shoved a hand into her mouth, biting down on a knuckle, trying to inflict one pain to distract from the other. Part of her wondered if there was something wrong with her, what if what they said about her was really true? But then, she now knew full well that her sorrowful life was practically over anyway, so what did it really matter?

A scream from Seka pulled Hale’s attention momentarily from her own sexual torture and she lifted and angled her bald head from the concrete floor and looked across toward the dining table.
It was a mass of naked flesh, most of it male. Hard, muscular battle scarred and ugly, bodies, all writhing and jerking back and forth. Though between the masculine mass was the occasional glimpse of softer feminine nudity. The tall, immensely busty woman named Seka was sandwiched between their number, crushed tightly amongst and between their sweating bodies. Hale caught blurring snapshots of erections shafting in and out of her body in the momentary gaps between the mass of calloused, hairy, muscular skin.
Two were sharing her wide-stretched mouth, one huge monster's shaft was driving upward into her vagina, it belonging to the soldier she had been forced to lie face down atop of.
And then there were two others. One knelt behind her, spreading her buttocks with his big clawed hands while he ruthlessly sodomised her. The other was directly ahead of him, sitting astride her hips, straddling her with an immensely long and banana-curved erection. His cock was apparently sharing Seka’s anal orifice with the man kneeling behind her buttocks. Those two were going at her like animals, like mutants. Thrusts blurring fast and horrifically hard and deep, while she gagged and slobbered between muffled, choked screams and moans and poorly-enunciated pleas.
The remainder surrounded the dining table, many hands all reaching out to get to possess a piece of her naked flesh. Some were working fists around their own erections while they waited for a free orifice to penetrate. At one moment of clarity as men parted for an instant, Hale counted at least five different hands clutching, squeezing, mauling on one of the woman's giant breasts.
Fylan slapped Hale across the face, bringing back to her own ordeal and fresh tears into her large youthful eyes. Laughing at her shocked, hurt reaction and then cursing her and calling her vile depraved names, he tweaked her nipples painfully and then pushed three fingers of one hand into her mouth, across her tongue and deep, right to the back of her throat. He held his fingers there, at the point of her gagging, while he drove harder and deeper still into her raw, savaged pussy.
In reply to a suddenly barked order, Hale hooked her wrists around the backs of her knees, lifting her legs up and apart spiralling her arms around them so her knees met the outside of her shoulders and top of her thighs met the concrete floor.
There was an urgent, insistent, throbbing heat spasming into her from her core, from where his thrusts rubbed at certain extremely sensitive points of her inner walls. She felt cheeks flushed, her breasts felt hot and throbbing. She could feel her heart racing, hot flutters in her abdomen, scattering through her torso to meet the pulsing hot points emanating from her hard pinched nipples. She tried to ignore it. She tried instead to focus on the pain, of how much she hated Fylan and Gatz and all the other soldiers who had defiled her since she had been kidnapped and forced to come here. She tried to go back and count up all the sexual crimes inflicted on her, how many shafts had invaded her holes, how many times they had soiled her with their seed but there was no order to her memories, they were all jumbled and chaotic, cock after cock, hands, mouths, man after man, groups of two, three, four. It was all meaningless. She belatedly realised that the memories were actually adding to the flutterings and tingles in her loins, the hot throbbing waves that she couldn't quite bring herself to admit she liked, enjoyed.
No! She couldn't enjoy this. She couldn't! This was torture! Nothing more or less and no one enjoyed being tortured. No one did, not even the insane ones, or the monsters. Not even those who knew they probably deserved it. Certainly not Hale! She hadn’t done anything to deserve this. She hated it! Every long, throbbing, drawn out, hot second of it.
She looked into Fylan’s eyes, saw the passion there, saw the sadistic pleasure. Saw how close he was to climax, and she waited with baited-anticipation for the coming sensations inside her, the palpable throbbing and twitches from his savage, club-like erection. And then those hot, near scalding, spurts that lashed her insides, like being whipped. Each heavy, powerful jet adding their glowing heat to her own and suffusing her with illicit, unwanted pleasure-pain.
"Take it you fucking cunt! You fucking whore-bitch, slag. Take my dick!"! He snarled.
"You're nothing but a piece a fuck flesh. You're only alive to take dicks into you. Take cum inside you… Now take mine!! Take it all whore! Take it!"
His words struck her like the barbed tongues of a lash, and she felt herself blushing at the imagery that he conjured in her mind’s eye. However, along with the humiliation, there came a tingling warmth that cascaded over her like a hot wave. It added to the throbbing sexual heat already suffusing her body, and a new film of sweat broke over her naked, tortured flesh. She felt a kind of swoon spread across her face and somewhere behind her furrowed brow, a happy dizziness took her away for the tiniest of moments.
Fylan's pile driver thrusts went wild, pummelling Hale. Bruising her inside and out, and bringing her instantaneously out of her swoon. She cringed and wept at this new degree of her torture, her pretty face creasing up in renewed pain and humiliation. Though, underneath there was something else. Something undeniable. And Fylan couldn't fail to notice the gush of her nectar coating his blurring fast cock the instant before his seed bludgeoned her uterus with a dozen blazing spurts of molten fire.
He didn't stop thrusting, even after Hale was sure he had emptied every ounce of the vile scum from his testicles. And his flesh weapon remained as hard as rock within her, stretching her, battering her, bruising her. He carried on, eventually managing to regain a tempered and controlled pace and her missionary, vaginal rape continued as if his initial climax had never occurred.
Hale found herself wondering about the other man, Gatz and she craned her neck and twisted as much as she was allowed and looked around for him, while Fylan got on with raping his way towards his third orgasm. She could see Gatz crouched over Seka on the dining table, with his turgid dick stuffed between the woman's enormous breasts, his hands clawing at the quivering orbs to crush them tight around his quick thrusting shaft.
The tall woman was on her back now, her head and shoulders hanging over the edge of the table, the rest of her was suspended up in the air, held aloft by at least three pairs of hands. Two men stood on the table above her splayed hips. Both had their erections rammed into her. At least one of them, possibly both, in her rectum. One or both, it was hard to tell. A third soldier was fucking her face and throat with a cock that more or less matched the length of Seka's own forearm.
Her upturned face, from chin to brow, was awash with thick, bubbly slobber. And more and more of it was pouring out of her nose and mouth with each deep, grievously fast outstroke from the throat-rapist’s shaft.
Hale watched, wondering if the woman's jaw had been dislocated. Both her hands had been forced to wrap tightly around the exposed erections of two more of the soldiers surrounding the dining table.
Fylan's lusty, rhythmic grunts lifted in volume and intensity, pulling Hale quickly back to her own predicament. Her pussy was throbbing with a wet heat and she could clearly hear the filthy squelching of his shaft rutting her tunnel and shoving his own spent juices out of the path of his pistoning battering ram. She could almost picture her own pussy entrance spread wide around the raping shaft and disgorging thick creamy spunk, mixed with her own honey-like cum, each time he drew back or bottomed out.
This resurgent rape only lasted another few minutes but to Hale it was yet another painfilled yet pleasurable and thus humiliating, tortured eternity. Finally, the young rapist announced, gutturally, that it was drawing to a close.
“Fuck! Yeah cunt! Damn! You're making me cum again!”
It surprised Hale that he had got there so quickly, after that last climax.
"I'm gonna fill you with another load bitch! Shit man! Yeah! Feel it bitch! Take my spunk! Take it up yer!"
Again, his fucking pace became fast, violent and uncontrolled, as he slammed his whole length brutally into her, grinding his crotch against her raw and sensitive pubic mound, and then he groaned gutturally and another heavy scrotum-full unloaded itself into Hale's hotly clutching, young pussy.
This time, other than an initial whimper Hale took the jizz silently. In spite of all the abuse, torture and rape that had been inflicted on her in these last hours, perhaps days, she still felt a renewed sense of brutalisation and tears ran down her cheeks, from her screwed shut eyes.
And still the young soldier wasn't satisfied or seemingly exhausted. Panting slightly and grinning, he took a fast deep draw of liquid from a canteen beneath the closest bunk. With a new lease of lustful life, he was up on his feet again and hauling Hale up so she was sat up on the floor. His slimy cock was at half mast, with milky fluid seeping from the mouth at the top of the spongey crown. He leaned in so the slimy meat was mere inches from her face.
"Open up."
By now Hale knew better than to fight or protest or even try to delay what she knew was inevitable. She opened her mouth and felt the pungent weight of the warm, semi-stiff cock sliding past her parted lips, across her tired tongue and deeper, to the raw and bruised flesh at the back of her mouth. She closed her lips around the hot fleshy weight of his phallus, keeping her teeth out of the way and swishing her aching tongue back and forth across the slimy underside.
At once, he began to pump back and forth between her lips and at once his semi hardness solidified, growing longer reaching further into the recesses of her mouth as it thickened and hardened. Within seconds he was fully hard again and pressing insistently against the entrance to her throat.
He grabbed her head in both hands and shoved forward hard, punching the thick swollen crown into her throat and then jerking with his hips to force more and more of it into her simultaneously constricting and expanding oesophagus.
Hale convulsed weakly but somehow fought through the pain, the hot rawness and the ever-present gagging reflex, and took it, even lifting her chin to ease the delivery of his erection deeper into her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, more tears spilling and felt her face flushing hotly with the pain and exertion.
Fylan tightened his grip and plunged back and forth, enjoying the rasping, hot, wet friction of her throat caressing his aching hardness.
After a half dozen all-the-way-down thrusts and withdrawals, he pulled out. Gleaming, slick with her hot drool and as hard as the concrete she was sitting on. The cock jutted like a missile before her eyes. The next thing she knew he was shoving her down, flat onto her back again. He grabbed her ankles and forced them up and back until her knees framed her face. He threw one forearm across the backs of her knees like a locking bar while his other hand grabbed his shaft and pushed it, inevitably, against her tiny puckered anal mouth.
"Oh god, no... Please, no more... not up there! Please! Not again! I'm begging you! Anything but that! Please!"
But she knew she was wasting her breath. He was grinning, enjoying her misery as much as her holes. She'd get no more mercy from him than she had from any of the others. All she could do was try to relax and hope he would cum quick. Though the fact that he had already shot his load three times in her was praying on her mind, escalating her already elevated fear and despair.
Fylan just laughed at her and then turned his attention to forcing his thick, resurgent erection into her ass.
As Hale felt the pressure begin to assert itself, she wanted again to beg for mercy, her guts and rectum were still raw and burning from innumerous forced anal assaults she had already been subjected to, however, she was too exhausted to try, and she was under no illusions of what it would accomplish. Like all the others before him, Fylan was happy to use her as meat for his lust. All that came out of her was a whimpering "No... No... No..." Which was promptly ignored. One minor mercy was that, as her rectum had been used relentlessly, her anal sphincter was not as tight as it should have been and all the lubricant coating his shaft and residual traces remaining inside her anus proved more than enough to ease the violent penetration. Her overstretched sphincter didn't put up much resistance to the abrupt and careless hard shoving that he used to gain entry, it splayed around the invading erection and accepted that hard, hot meat smoothly. Still the soldier was taken aback.

"Shit that's tight!" Fylan groaned.
He leaned into Hale, pressing his weight down onto her naked body, shoving his thick hardness all the way into her burning, raw guts. His chest and arms forced her legs to bend even further back, until her knees passed her ears. She wept and gritted her teeth against the mangled pain and pressure, repeating meaningless negatives over and over again as he humped on her as fast and hard as he could.
When Fylan eventually reached yet another climax, Hale barely felt it, such was the raw, throbbing agony cascading through her loins. However, she heard it.
"Oh shit! Here it comes. Take it you fuckin' whore!"
Crushing her against him, forcing her legs right back over her head, he grabbed her full ass cheeks in both hands, digging his fingers into the soft, smooth flesh and yelled out his pent-up release, as he blasted yet another excessive climax into her thoroughly battered guts.
Hale had descended into a near stupor once it had all come to a close. But the conclusion appeared to demand an encore as again and again, momentary awarenesses revealed more men, more cocks, more pain and more minor orgasmic humiliations of her own.
Someone aggressively humping away on her, and a hard thickness filling her throat, stretching her slack lips. A cock driving in and out with the never changing fast and deep punishing pace.
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Hale, lay there cold and shivering and yet barely aware of any of it. Her only conscious thoughts being a slow, dull realisation that death would be a better option than living the last short few years, hell, probably weeks, of her life as a sex slave in this filthy, depraved soldier's barracks. A life of violence, constant pain and humiliation along with, no doubt hated betrayals by her own body.
A sudden interruption yanked her back into the here and now with all the urgency of a gunshot.
"Action stations! Action stations! This is not a drill! Action stations!"
The echoing, electronically filtered voice ripped through the lust suffusing the room. Loud and attention grabbing, it crackled out of the upper-corner mounted public address system and the whole room came to an immediate standstill, as though time had abruptly stopped.
There was a little panting, some muffled weeping from Seka and along with imagined noises of a dozen deafening heartbeats filling the silence.
The main door slammed open, startling everyone and shocking them out of their stunned silence. A man stood in the doorway, aghast, white faced. He was shaking all over and shouting into the room with eyes like saucers. Some of the soldiers seemed to know who he was.
"We're under attack! Mutants... Soldiers... In the base! Arm your-fucking-selves!"
Hale, on her hands and knees, risked spitting a cock out of her mouth and peering around the naked body it belonged to so she could take in the distraction.
His words only just reached her and were eventually beginning to make sense, when he was cut down by a sustained blast of gunfire. His midsection was instantly torn up by the impacts of multiple bullet hits, torn flesh, clothing and blood spraying and spattering in all directions. The body, practically bisected, collapsed in on itself right there in the doorway.
The next instant three spherical, fist sized, metal objects bounced into the room from behind the dead man and then exploded, filling the room with a blinding fire, dust, smoke, body parts, debris. No doubt there was screams and yells but they were lost in the shock. And then there was nothing but thick choking, gritty grey smoke and a high whistling tone that overrode all other sounds.
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Hale found herself in gratitude to the two soldiers who had been lying on her, spit roasting her on the floor of the barracks as their bodies had been covering hers and had taken the brunt of the shrapnel that had come her way. The men had both been torn open and deposited across the room, along with everyone else, apart from her. Though smeared with blood and gore, she seemed to have been left unscathed. She looked herself over and saw, beneath the spatters of savaged soldier flesh, partially covering her nakedness like some ghastly camouflage patterning, she had only suffered few scratches here and there. The worse damage to her body was a cut on her right calf from a piece of flying shrapnel, but it was only a mild flesh wound, little more than a graze or a scrape. Her throat, pussy and ass hole were hurting more than that cut.
She was still deaf and covered in a film of dust that was choking her and making her eyes sting. And there was still the after-image of the explosion dancing behind her eyelids whenever she blinked. But she was alive and in one piece.
She lay there shocked, terrified but revelling in her concealment, thinking back over the last few seconds. She could remember, suddenly and with freakish clarity, her life flashing before her eyes in the slowed down moment of those hand grenades bouncing into the room and exploding.
She found herself aghast and horrified by what she had remembered. What had played out. Ten or so years of innocent happiness, hiding and being quiet and the closeknit state of her family life. Herself and her parents. And then the last few years and fallen apart. She grew up, very quickly starting to understand the reality of their existence, the horror of it. And then her mother had died. And since then, everything had fallen apart. Going from bad to worse minute by minute. The realisation of all that horror, bred in her a powerful determination that she must live on, struggle on. She had recognised the imminent end to her life. Being hurt and ravaged by sadistic soldiers until they were through with her. A short life of pain which would not last much longer. Right now, she had an opportunity to improve her lot. And she would embrace it, however she could. She might be young, innocent, with the naïveté of a child. But she possessed her father’s grim determination and her mother’s quick thinking and resilience. She had to grow up here and now and take her life in her hands. Her first step was to escape this place.
She achingly drew herself up from the dusty war-blasted floor and glanced around. Obviously, she was naked so she needed clothes. She looked around for something quick and easy, there was no way she could afford to stay here any longer. Indeed, she wondered if she had in fact used up the last of her good fortune surviving the grenade blast.
She spotted some simple slip-on shoes that would fit her and an old plain white shirt. It was all dirty and battle stained, bloodied and torn in at least one place, but they items would have to do.
The shoes were slightly too large but they didn't quite show any intent to fall off her feet.
The shirt was less accommodating. It amounted to an oversize pillow case. It had a collar, sleeves and buttoned up the front, though only three buttons were present. The sides had been split above the waist and the ragged 'v' shaped front, due to the lack of buttons barely concealed her modesty.
Thrown across a bed, and blessedly untouched by grenade damage, she saw a utility belt with a knife and a holstered sidearm. However, it occurred to her that being armed, anyone might well choose to take no chance and just attack her, if she was unarmed and practically naked as she was, she might stand more of a chance.
Having hurriedly dressed, Hale made her way to the door, crossing her fingers and praying silently that her luck would not fail her just yet. Her hearing was finally returning, though the throbbing in her head didn't appear to be ready to leave her just yet. However, she craned her ears and then risked a quick stealthy glance out into the darkened, smoke-filled corridor outside. It was deserted and she took hold a death grip of what little desperation-laced courage she still had and, sore and aching, stepped out into the dangers beyond the barracks.

Hale shivered, smelling acrid smoke, filth and the strange oily metallic scents of guns and bombs and violence. She could hear screaming and yelling, echoing off every wall, it seemed simultaneously close up and far away. It was intermittently intercut with the sound of gunfire. It could have been in the far reaches of the base or around the next corner.
Her fear was palpable but her feet drew her onward all the same.

The walls and ceiling were almost entirely formed out of a madcap mishmash of piping, wiring and riveted steel plates. The pipes dripped rank, stagnant water as well as other more toxic, or vile, looking fluids. An ugly patchwork of flecked, peeling paint of various overlapping shades of grey and dirty creams coated the pitted metal. The wiring, snagged into untidy clumps by other lengths of twisted together cable and twine, was obviously corroded. And much of the interior copper had been exposed, sparking randomly whenever splashes of fluid came into contact.
Hale did her best to keep her distance as she advanced through the gloom but still it was hard not to press herself against the shadowy walls all the same, fear insisting on it.
The frightening sounds continued. Shouting, inhuman snarls and snaps, agonised screams and yells, the always accompanying gunfire. It was ahead of her and coming closer. The illumination was terrible, which she found reassuring, the dimmest of normal lights only every five metres or so, each flanked by dull red emergency lights, those casting deep hellish pools of oppression.
She spotted a small drainage grate in the flooring against the edge of the floor to her left, it was narrow and the drainage chute beneath would be shallow, but it was the only hiding place available to her.
She snatched up the rusted metal grate. It was disgustingly slimy, pock marked and nondescript sludge sat in the corners of the old metal tines. It was barely longer that her arm from shoulder to wrist and a little over half as wide. Though there was more available room beneath the grate.
She had to slide in sideways, clenching her bare buttocks, and using an arm to flatten her breasts against her chest in order to make herself fit. She slipped feet first into the cold, putrid water all but filling the duct beneath and angling herself, lay back before quietly pulling the grate back into position over her face and torso.

She shuffling herself upward a few feet until the grate was level with her midriff, much of her upper body and face cast into shadow. Though her view also suffered from the restriction. However, at least the water soaked into her shirt, darkening its brightness. The murky oily liquid, also concealed her pale pink flesh and she was fairly certain no one would be able to see her as they passed her by in the corridor. At least, she silently prayed for that to be the case. Keeping as still as she could, Hale tried to focus on the dim sights and echoing distant sounds, desperate to distract herself from the reality of her situation. And of what could be with her in this sludgy vile liquid.
She bit her lip, in her desperation to stop her mind grasping at the sensations of the water enveloping her. It was all she could do not to panic, cry out, pull herself out of the water and run toward the sounds. To give herself over to the new nightmare of these fresh invaders or relinquish herself to the known horror of the soldiers.
However, her fear and the lapping water was insistent. Was she feeling something wriggling up her inner thigh? Was there something playing across her buttocks? could she feel something against the top of her head? Flicking at the lobe of her left ear? No, she could not. She told herself so. It was all her own fear trying to betray her to her enemies.

Erratic thoughts battered her and she tried her best to gather them, to control them, to maintain her calm. To beat down her terror and focus on something other that it. Inextricably, she found herself thinking of that woman Druuna.
She had brought Hale into this hell. She had led the soldiers to her home. Those men who had killed her father. She had been the bringer of death for him and she was the source of Hale's tortures at the hands of these men. Those two soldiers must have been following that Druuna woman in the first place. They had taken her and, ironically, the dark-haired slut too. The Sergeant and Monk. Monk who had raped her and hurt her so much. He had been the first. He had awakened in her the evil she was now struggling to come to terms with. He had instigated the actions of his brethren who came afterwards. That perverse sadistic gang. And now because of the dark-haired slut, she was hiding from more men, and who knew what else, in this putrid, claustrophobic watery hell.
Men came into view, four of them. Soldiers. Heavily armed. Young grizzled, muscular men. One of them had a monstrosity on a chain-leash. An electric prod was clutched in the leader’s free hand to keep the monstrosity safely ahead of them. It was strange that Hale had seen the men before the beast, though it led the group. Perhaps it was quieter and more well concealed by shadows.
It was only a fleeting glimpse of the dark, undulating fleshy thing. A moment of unadulterated terror. Horrifying snapshots of mottled pink and crimson danced amongst dirty naked flesh hues. There were flashes of huge twisted bone white teeth, long, wicked, bestial, daubed by glistening spittle. And uneven bulging eyes. Flecks of gold and green circled the black pupils in the oversized orb of one, the other bloodshot, and rheumy yellow and dulled white.
As it passed by, Hale caught additional momentary images that chilled her to the bone. Protruding between hunched and powerful hind legs was a great thick shaft of bestial phallus. It swung and flapped like a short tail. Even shadowed into silhouette as it was, it still seemed to be longer than her arm and thicker than her wrist, with a scrotum holding testicles bigger than her fists. And then the silhouette split to reveal two monstrous shafts one above the other, both of them arm-length and wrist thick. And they weren't even erect. Flopping and swinging, they drooled a viscous pearlescent clear fluid along the floor, leaving a snail trail behind it, adding to the broken track of drool and mucus that dripped from its flapping maw. Hale didn't know how she retained her fear still and silent. It felt ready to burst from her like an explosion. The patrol with their mutant sniffer ‘dog’ passed her by without pause.
She waited in the cold dark drain for an agonising age. Fear-paralysed, fighting down panic. However, it aided her as the patrol was well away from her by the time she had gathered enough courage to move. And she had neither seen nor heard anyone else approach her hiding place.
She might as well have been naked when she eventually pulled herself up out of her waterlogged hiding place, carefully replacing the grate. And praying no one would note the drips all over the floor. The saturated shirt clung to her, shoulders, the upper curves of her small breasts, the upper curves of her buttocks, the tops of her thighs.
The soaked fabric made her shiver, cold and damp adding to the fear that already suffused her. It felt vile, stained and dirtied by the liquid. And the weight of the wet, seemingly rotted, fabric had pulled at its seams and stuck to her skin, resulting in multiple small tears. It felt as though one false move might cause the garment to shear away completely.
There was nothing she could do, she made a few adjustments hooking the shoulders up closer to her neck and smoothing the length, carefully ringing out the tails. Then she headed onwards, continuing her stealth trail along the shadowy corridor.
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The passageway ended at a 'T' junction. The left to right cross-corridor seemed to be quiet and deserted, and even more poorly lit. However, just as Hale planted herself at the corner, ready to peer out, she heard movement to the left.
She slipped backwards a few yards but there was no good hiding place this time. She shoved and worried herself into a small gap between some of the filthy off-white vertical metal piping that emerged from the left-hand wall, hoping the shadows would do the rest.
Terrified that the thunderous beating of her heart would be heard by whoever was approaching and give her away, all Hale could do was listen and hope. Knowing logically that it was impossible did nothing to dull the fear.
She listened hard to the voices and they grew more distinct as they came closer. The after-echoes faded and the sounds became clearer.
"There. That pipe."
Male voice. Gruff, though youthful. Commanding. Authoritarian.
"Here?"
Female. Soft, withdrawn, youthful. Hale could hear the fear there, the subjugation. She knew it well, it was easily familiar.
"Yes... Press it in hard... Okay, now push the button and then get the fuck out of the way. Over here by me."
There were hurried shuffling footsteps, a little breathy gasp.
"Wait for it..."
An audible pop, not loud but insistent. Snapping through the silence. The pop was followed by a momentary hissing that suddenly burst into a loud harsh roaring sound, and dancing orange light filled the corridor part way down the tunnel that Hale was hiding in.
"See, now the way back is totally blocked. No one in their right mind would try and get through that. Now, let's move on."
The male voice continued to be audible over the loud roaring but if there was any female response it was lost to Hale. She couldn't see them from where she hid, but she did observe two dim shadows of figures passing left to right along the ceiling of the cross-corridor. She waited for as long as her fear allowed her before stepping out of her makeshift hiding place. Scared if not paranoid about the possibility of people coming up from behind her, Hale knew she needed to keep moving.
The left passage at the 'T' junction was completely blocked by a raging inferno of gas fuelled fire, a huge continuous burst of red orange flame that was jetting like liquid from a blast damaged pipe. Hale assumed that the pipe damage and the ignited gas erupting from it was caused by whatever the two voices had been up to. The heat was formidable. There was no getting past it. She wasn’t about to go back the way she came. Therefore, there was only one course open to her and it had to be the direction those two had taken.
There were three chambers leading off this left side corridor, all of them to the right. To the left a flight of stairs led upwards into shadows and shouting. But they were already barricaded at the bottom, and pock marked with blast and explosive damage, making them practically impassable.
Hale slid forward as quietly as she could. Peering around the side of the passage. The first room was occupied. She could hear someone within, shuffling around, moving things. She inched past as quietly as she could only to come face to face with a young woman coming out of the next room. She was young, maybe late teens, straight brunette hair, hacked into an unkempt bob. She had a pretty face, though sharply angular and with narrow glinting brown eyes and arched brows that gave her a rather severe expression. A small squat nose and thin upper lip gave her a slightly pinched appearance but her lower lip was full and lustrous, pouting and adding to the overall sensualisation of her face.
Her slender compact body was throat to toes in skintight dull black. Tight pants and boots covered her from the waist down, though the top was a corset with a silky undershirt which had a loose low scooped neck and short sleeves. It showed off the meagre upper slopes of her blatantly braless breasts, which shook and rocked to the off-beat of her footsteps. She didn't seem surprised by Hale at all. She was carrying a small stack of white carboard boxes and three standard pre-packed first-aid kits in her arms.
They both stopped dead in front of each other. Hale afraid and desperate and uncertain. How would this girl react to her? Was she an ally? Or an enemy?
"Please. Don't... Just let me go, I..."
"Too late honey-pot." The brunette replied with a smirk.
"Hey, Mullen?!" She called out. "Out here. Little present for you."
“You fucking bitch!” Hale shrieked. “I'll kill you! I'll kill you, you good for nothing...”
"You'll do nothing, slut."
The male voice, right behind her, cut in. Low and quiet, and harsh. Though, it was really the dry click of the cocking handgun that silenced the Hale completely. A hand on her upper arm seized her and whipped her around.
"Nice one Cali, more loot." He grunted.
The short, stocky soldier grabbed Hale by the throat and pressed the muzzle of the pistol to her lips. He eyed her slowly, looking her up and down with a lewd, hungry, appraising eye. Her heart sank. She was caught all over again, in the possession of yet another no doubt violent and sadistic soldier. The man frowned abruptly and then his pursed lips slid into a wide hungry grin. The vertical shadow line of his cleft chin met the horizontal slash of his thin-lipped mouth forming a 'T' that was corralled by dark blond stubble.
"Hot bald slut!" He commented.
His hand left her neck and shoved its way down the soaked, loose neckline of her shirt while he pressed the muzzle of the pistol harder against her squeezed shut lips.
"Open your mouth baldy, take my shaft." Mullen grunted.
Hale, fought back tears as she parted her lips and stood still as he pushed the five inches of cylindrical steel all the way to the back of her throat. The small rounded foresight snagged her uvula and made her gag. Mullen laughed.
"Everything I'd hoped for." He grunted.
He used the barrel to force Hale to tilt her head back, straightening the through line between mouth and throat, then slid the barrel as deep as she could take it. She gagged and spluttered, head back, hands by her sides. Finally, he eased the pistol from the depths of her throat, ogling at the amount of drool she had anointed the steel with.
"Cali, go through there. There's some boxes and water canteens on the table. Get ‘em and bring ‘em back here."
Cali nodded and hurried away. Hale stood perfectly still while he continued to molest her. He was only a few years older than her, shorter in height but wide as a door, all of it apparently muscle. His body was locked up in military boots most that males seemed to favour in this sector, grey canvas trousers and a filthy once-white dress shirt that had lost both of its sleeves. Over the shirt was a webbing harness that had a hatchet attached to it as well as pouches of gun magazines. She could just see a pouch at the small of his back, it was a typical field medical pouch, similar to one her father had carried.
"You've just volunteered to join our little gang. We're getting out of this shit hole, while we can." Mullen grunted.
"Fine, but we need go right away!” Hale gasped. “I mean right now! They could be on us any minute!" Hale gasped.
Her fear was mixed with mild pain and she visibly winced as he crushed her perky breasts in his molesting hand and yelped and whimpered as he snatched a stiff nipple and twisted it sadistically. For him it seemed to be a mild distraction, because he was bored. Just testing her sensitivity.
"We will, when I have the supplies we need."
His reply came with a shrug, as if he was discussing a shopping trip to the market.
  "Food, water, ambrosia, serum. Anything I can sell. You and Cali'll be making me money too."
   "But...! Owww!"
Hale's argument was cut short by a harsher twist of her nipple and even though she writhed under the pain, bending forward as though to protect herself, still she froze again when she found the gun barrel shoved back down her throat.
"Hush... The way out’s down there."
He pointed with his head down the corridor that Hale had been advancing along when she was grabbed.
"That way's blocked by the gas pipe and I have a motion detector on the corridor you came up. That's how I know you were coming up on us. We won't get ambushed. Now turn around."
Once Mullen had pulled the pistol from her mouth, Hale about turned. He was constantly humming a tune, something Hale didn't know. Though it reminded her of her father who used to sing softly to her whenever the nighttime screams used to scare her awake.
She felt the wet, cold tip of the gun barrel pressing into the base of her skull and then his free hand slid under the short hem of her damp, filthy shirt.
He cupped and squeezed each of her delectable buttocks in turn, assessing their smooth, firm, soft shape. Then he slid his fingers in between them to probe the delicate split peach of her pussy and the hot, star shaped mouth of her anus for a few seconds. He remained silent, except for that incessant irritating humming.
Acutely aware of the gun barrel pressing in the back of her head and the innate danger of her situation, Hale stood still and took the assault, wincing and shivering as his fingers dipped into her pussy and her ass, one digit probing deep into her anal sphincter while two pressed rummaged inside her vagina. She wasn’t surprised at how tender and raw she remained in both those places. Then his thumb stabbed its way up her ass along with his finger, and jerked back and forth a few times. He grunted lustfully at the interaction, probing her deeply and spreading his digits as much as he could to stretch her youthfully tight, elastic orifices.
Eventually he gave it up, whipped her back around and eyed her nose to nose, with a wanton dirty expression as he filthily licked his own fingers.
"Oh, you'll do just fine, little bitch."
Mullen held her fearful teary gaze with his heated sadistic one. Then, not taking his eyes off her, he called out to the other young woman.
"Cali, hurry the fuck up! Time we were outta here!"

Hale kept her eyes and ears open as the trio moved quickly and quietly through the gloom of the lower level of the military base or wherever they were. Cali led, with Hale in the middle and the armed Mullen taking up the rear. He carried everything, the satchel with their scavenged supplies, strapped around the small of his back, the pistol drawn and held ready. Cali had a three-foot metal spike that she carried with her as well, but Hale had no doubts that she wouldn't dare try to turn it on Mullen.
The soldier himself was quick and nervous. Hale recognised his fear but unlike the wide eyed, shivering terror she and Cali demonstrated, his was an angry, wired fear. He seemed impatient, coiled and dangerous. He kept them moving constantly, snapping at them to hurry up and remain quiet at the same time. Snarling instructions and directions at Cali. His eyes everywhere, his head constantly turning. Hale knew to keep one close eye on him, even though he was behind her.
The corridor came to an abrupt halt, with what at first looked like a cave-in but on closer inspection it looked less like a cave-in and more like something impossible, inexplainable - that another wall had sprouted from nowhere, intersecting the corridor and utterly blocking their path to the exit.
After a momentary, confused pause and a hurried, frustrated search of the uneven mix of stone, metal and ceramic piping, Mullen grunted a decision and then pointed Cali to a door to the right.
They went through, Cali on point, and found themselves in what once must have been some kind of storage room, or classroom maybe. There were windows in the wall opposite the door but the glass was smashed and the rectangular spaces had been filled with rubble. Big steel stanchions pushed into the room like huge predatory canines and between them were bricks and concrete and pieces of piping. The wall to the right held a line of floor to ceiling lockers, each with a latch, handle and ventilation slats. To the left, near ground level, was a broken in patch of wall, leaving a metre square rough hole that led into another room beyond.
Through the hole were concrete-dust specked light beams, filtering through the broken rock and small tendrils of coiled steel reinforcement struts, emerging like skeletal fingers from the exposed innards of the wall, it all suggested a different environment. The light over there was brighter, clearer. And possessed a warmer, more brightly coloured quality than the dim grey of the Military barracks.
"You go through first, let us know if it's safe to follow." Mullen grunted.
As he pushed Cali ahead of him toward the hole, the pretty young woman scowled at the armed soldier, but she obediently bent forward and scuttled through the hole in the wall, disappearing into the room beyond. Hale ducked down to try and follow the girl's progress but there was a lot of detritus just beyond the hole, broken bricks, bits of wooden furniture, bent and partially exposed steel struts, a layer of dust and grit covering everything, broken glass, the piles combined to hide Cali from view.
"It's safe... Wait. I hear someone coming." She called back in an urgent, raised whisper. "You'd best find somewhere to hide... Just in case."
And then everything went quiet. For a long time. Hale looked to Mullen for instructions. He stood in silence for a few moments, brandishing his pistol, staring at the hole. Then his face descended into an angry frown and he turned and spat onto the floor in obvious anger and disgust.
"I bet the little whore's fucking with us. I bet she's trying to get away from us. The little bitch..."
A sudden echoing scream, followed by panicked whimpering silenced him, and both he and Hale froze, rooted to the spot and listening intently to the new sounds in the room beyond. There were shouts and scuffles, male grunts of exertion, continued sounds of struggling. Then...
"C'mere!"
ZAPP.
It was the unmistakable sound of an electric stunning prod.
"AAAHHHH!!"
"Rope her! Good and tight!"
ZAPP.
A heavy, flesh-on-floor thump was closely followed by multiple sounds of male laughter.
"Mel. You take point n'go through first."
"'Kay, Corp."
Mullen and Hale shot over to the wall of storage lockers as quickly as they dared, without causing more than a whisper of sound, and then clambered inside. The interior of the locker was surprisingly spacious, two metres high and equally deep, but only a metre across.
There was a large, heavy, plastic crate filling most of the floor space, but it only reached waist height and there was enough standing room behind it for the two of them. Mullen went first pulling Hale in behind him. She was shoved to the front, made to feel precisely like a human shield.
There were horizontal hooded ventilation slats at head height in the door, with a darkened Perspex cover rivetted to the inside and a similar set of vertical slats further down. It allowed light in from outside but concealed the interior rather well.
The narrow door latched shut just as a small, slender figure dressed in black leather appeared, crawling on hands and knees, emerging through the gap in the wall. There were two wicked looking knives, gripped in each small gloved fist. Standing up the figure revealed herself to be female. She was short, lean, tight and fit. Pale skinned, seemingly well toned and undeniably attractive. She slipped from the hole, keeping herself parallel to the wall, and took herself into a shadowy corner, keeping quiet and watchful.
Hale and Mullen held their breath and remained at still as they could.
The girl, Mel, knelt there still and silent, looking out from the shadows. The two knives were at the ready and would remain so until she decided the room was clear. She slid forward, crossed the room and checked out the chamber beyond, through the only door. Hale watched her looking around, obviously apprehensive. She switched a knife to its sheath in order to run a worried hand through her shortish, dark, wild hair and then disappeared from view.
A few minutes later she reappeared, knelt at the hole in the wall opposite the lockers and called through to the others, telling them it was safe. She cast a look across the lockers but barely gave them a thought. Hale looked her over now she was in better light and standing directly opposite them.
The tight black leather, no matter how old, faded and filthy, did her justice. It lifted, tautened in all the right places, clinging to her lean body. There was a small thigh pouch on her left leg with a pistol holster opposite, though the holster was empty. The sleeves of the cropped jacket didn't reach her elbows but she did have gloves on. Around her neck were two pairs of chain-linked thumb cuffs that she had interlocked to form an odd looking choker.
Full, ruddy lips and a small, thin nose belied the way her ears stuck out. But her wavy, oily, brunette tresses curled over and around her ears to conceal them. She had a low, angry brow, thick dark eyebrows that caught Hale's attention before her eyes. But her eyes were very pretty, large, almond size, lush, emerald green and deep set that gave them a different kind of allure. She turned away, directing her gaze back to the hole in the wall.
"Hot fuckin' ass." Hale heard Mullen whisper.
She felt a momentary panic, expecting him to have been heard, but the girl didn't react. And then the others took Hale's attention as they crawled, one by one, through the hole and into the room. They weren't the same group she had hidden from earlier, but they might as well have been. There were three of them and they were accompanied by another monstrosity on a chain.
A tall, lean man with a bald head, canvas vest and utility trousers with military boots in grey and green camouflage, came through first. There was a sidearm holstered on his right hip. A machete on his left. He paused half way through the tunnel between the rooms and looked suspiciously around, the before throwing Mel a cold look and then crawling the rest of the way through and standing up. Just like Mel, he went through into the other rooms beyond to investigate further.
Cali came back through next, following the tall soldier. She was terrified, eyes bulging, shivering uncontrollably and her clothes were torn. Hale could make out nasty blistered burn marks on her exposed flesh from where the electric prod would have touched her, there were tear tracks caking her newly dirtied face.
Next through was the monstrosity with a chain locked around its throat, being forced forward no doubt under threat of the electrical prod.
Finally, the officer appeared, short, wide and muscular. He was naked from the waist up, apart from webbing braces with sheathed knives and two fragmentation grenades. His muscular tree-trunk legs stretched out the utility trousers and much like his taller comrade, military boots covered his feet up to his calves. The officer, Corporal stripes tattooed on his right bicep, carried a carbine rifle slung across his back, the monstrosity's chain in one hand and the electric prod in the other. He had squat features, wide spaced and flat. A flattened nose, thin lips surrounded by an unkept goatee and large flat ears pressed tight to his bald and scarred skull. His eyes were narrow and small, and cruel, steely blue with thick and untidy eyebrows.
For the longest time Hale only had eyes for the monstrosity. It was obvious that once, it had been a human male child, from the anatomical suggestions and small scale. Not it was hard, mottled, charcoal coloured flesh and the bulging uneven muscle took it three steps from recognisable. There was a dual tail and the fat, mucus-slick lips that barely contained the huge mass of over-grown mutated fangs. One eye seemed almost natural and human, apart from the blood shot sclera and the yellow bestial colouring of the pupil. The other eye was enlarged and altogether inhuman, big and bulbous. The sphere too large for the socket had broken the skull's orbital bones, pushing the bone and muscle away and allowing the eye to thrust forth. Its exposed eyeball was closer to a milky yellow than white and the pupil was a dark, mottled red. The human nose seemed to have collapsed in on itself and was barely noticeable, little more than a pointed flap of skin. Predictably, its genitalia were hugely distended, almost prehensile, like a short stocky tail swinging about beneath the actual dual tail appendage. And each of the four testicles were bigger than Hale's clenched fists.
It was constantly pulling on its chain, occasionally turning its vile head to snap at its controller, desperate for freedom its attention was also directed very much toward Mel and Cali, back and forth between them, wanton but undecided, just like a mutant.
The Corporal handed the chain to the tall solider who had returned from his investigation of the surrounding rooms. The two men and Mel forming a triangle around Cali. Though the tall solider had to face the monstrosity and keep a close eye on it at all times.
Hale watched. She recognised that the monster seemed to be aware that it might be given the chance to copulate. It abruptly grew more agitated, its terrifying phallus growing and hardening before her eyes.
"Right." The Corporal said, fierce eyes on Cali. "Interrogation time. I'll make it easy. Three easy questions. Who else is with you? How do we get to the power core from here? Where are your armouries?"
Cali stared with sheer terror at the monstrosity but, from the Corporal's point of view, she was hesitating. Though Hale had the impression the Corporal was more interested in the torture than in getting answers. Not waiting, he turned to the tall soldier
"Bring it over, Roach."
"No! I'll tell you everything I know! I was with two others, a soldier and a fresh young woman. Hairless… she was feisty, and much hotter than me. You should go and grab her. They must be close by."
"Interesting, what d'you think Corp?" Roach said.
"Maybe. Maybe she's just telling us what she thinks we want to hear... "
Mel interrupted.
"It’s bullshit Corp! There's no one around here. We've checked. She's lying. We should just kill her."
"Not so fast girl." The Corporal said, then turned back to Cali. "What about the armoury and the power core?"
"I don't know about any of that! I was just a barracks whore! I don't know the layout even. The cells, punishment rooms and the barracks, that’s all I ever saw!"
"That's your story? Okay... Okay, now we get to decide if you're lying. Roach, bring it up. Mel, you get it ready. But make sure you don't get any on you. Can't have you turning like our last girl did."
Roach grinned with obvious amusement while he took the electrical prod from the Corporal and started to wind the chain leash around his hand, shortening the length of the chain and the sense of freedom for the monstrosity. Meanwhile, Mel seemed to have turned a little green at the prospect of getting it ready. All the same, she came around to the rear of the mutant, kneeling down and reach between its hind legs.
Though Hale was still confused, Cali apparently had more than enough evidence to understand what was to be the form of her torture.
"Oh God No! No! Oh please! No! Oh God don't! Please! Please don't! Not that! Please!!"
After the begging brought no result, she shrieked in rising panic. Of course, her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Hale watched Mel at the hindquarters of the monstrosity. She reached into a pouch on her utility belt and retrieved a pair of long, elbow length, thick plastic gloves. Making sure she stayed to the rear of the monstrosity, she pulled the gloved all the way up her arms, making sure the fit was snug, then reached under its tail with both blue gloved hands.
"What's that dirty bitch doing?" Mullen whispered.
All ribald amusement, he leaned closer against Hale from behind, pressing himself against her, trapping her between him and the waist high crate in front of them. She felt his hands closing on and then squeezing her bare ass cheeks. And she knew there was nothing she could say or do. She just prayed he would remain quiet. Still, she tied to reach behind her to pull his hands off buttocks but he intercepted her hand and slapped her away, and then gripping her wrist pushed her hand aggressively and specifically in front of her pushing her open palm down onto the surface of the crate, making sure she understood Mullen’s requirement. Hale, took a long breath, frowning in exasperation but she knew she was stuck and unable to fight him off. Anything that would attract the attention of those outside would be the death of her, either by a bullet or knife or at the hands and the beastly phallus of that adolescent mutant.
Plainly aware that being a plaything of Mullen was infinitely better than what she would expect outside the locker. She gritted her teeth and, trying to ignore him, kept her attention on the view through the vent.
She could see Mel's blue gloved hands carefully caressing the long, girthy phallus of the adolescent monstrosity. One hand was masturbating the foot and more of its wrist thick member while the other manipulated the hugely bloated crown. She had her palm cupped over the helmet and was stroking the swollen flesh with a gentle circular motion with palm and fingertips. As she teased the cock head, the thing inflated, ballooning into a mushroom shape the size of a newborn's crown. And thick, knot-like bulges elevated all over the length of the turgid, pulsing shaft.
"That'll do Mel, any bigger and the slut won't be able to take it." The Corporal grunted. "Now, strip her."
Either Cali didn't struggle or Mel was stronger and more aggressive, but in less than a minute, Mullen’s barrack whore was stark naked and flat on her back, her thighs kicked apart and one of the Corporal’s boots pinning her wrists to the detritus scattered concrete floor. The monstrosity had been champing at the bit and giving Roach a real challenge to keep it under control.
Blatantly enjoying the view, Mullen spread Hale's succulent buttocks and his harsh touch started to probe her most intimate places. There was still no way for Hale to stop or hinder him. There was obviously nowhere to go. It was blind luck that these soldiers appeared too distracted by spoils and interrogations to properly search the room. Why no one had checked the line of lockers, she couldn’t understand. All she could do was be grateful. Of course, any noise from that direction would no doubt bring their attention straight to them so, she felt too scared to move or try to push him off.
In the room, the monstrosity was uttering gurgling, wheezing snarls, struggling to get to the freshly stripped young woman. From what little Hale could see of Cali, she was sobbing and struggling, her physicality reflecting the noisy desperate pleas for mercy that filled the chamber and, in her desperation, probably those beyond as well.
Releasing a whispered groan, Mullen squeezed harder on Hale's ass. And she could feel his erect cock, now freed from the crotch of his trousers, pressing firmly against her naked ass. He was quietly humming that same tune again, whatever it was. And Hale, scared the sound would carry, half turned and hissed at him in a whisper to "shush". He just breathed a short laugh, but stopped his incessant humming all the same.
He had been fingering Hale's sore pussy for the last few minutes and now she had to bite back a gasp as she felt the hot blunt head of his erect truncheon pressing urgently at the entrance of her pussy.
Beyond the locker, Roach released his grip on the chain. Instinctively recognising its freedom, the monstrosity leaped forward and threw itself onto Cali.
"No! Please! Nooooo! AHHHHHHHH!"
The naked girl was screaming her lungs out as the monstrosity set upon her, first in fear and then, abruptly, in agony and despair.
Mullen shoved his hips forward and penetrated Hale at the same time the monstrosity entered Cali, both starting to rut in the same frantic, violent, overdrive-rhythm. Each thrust ripped a terrorised shriek out of the naked girl, while Hale slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her own reaction.
Her concealed view of the monstrosity's torture-rape of poor Cali was partly hindered, thankfully, through the lower of the door’s two slatted vents. The horizontal slats creating a disjointed effect, as if someone was turning the light on and off rapidly. She could see flashes of the rape. Pale, pink flesh, framed, surrounded and enveloped by hard, calloused, grey muscle and taut, mottled-slate skin of the adolescent mutant's machine-gun-rapid thrusting body.
The speed of the thing's motion provided the most shocking imagery, plus the splashes of multihued fluids that splattered from wherever male and female flesh conjoined. It drooled on its victim. A long thick tongue roughly pointed and lapping at her throat, her chest, breasts and face. All were slathered with thick gouts of saliva, wherever it lay its mottled, rough pink flesh. Tentacle limbs encircled her extremities, holding her down and steady, pushing and pulling at her, squeezing and caressing her. The boneless limbs all seemed to have a coating of ichor which had been spread liberally all over the young woman's naked flesh. There was also blood. From between her legs and on the ground beneath her. More splashes than pools, so far, but Hale had little doubt more would be flowing before long.
"Oh fuck. Oh, that fucking dirty bitch!" Mullen murmured.
As he watched what was being done to Cali, he held a tight grip on Hale's hips, thrusting into her, in long, deep, slow and surprisingly well-controlled strokes. The screaming din made by Cali allowed a bit more freedom to Mullen, who fucked Hale with more force, quickening his thrusts until the slap of flesh on flesh was easily audible inside the locker. However, the amount of noise Cali was offering was more than enough to mask his own fucking noise.
Knowing there was nothing she could do about Mullen, Hale maintained her focus outside the locker. She watched the monstrosity's continuing and ever-increasing rape, the wet slapping and the recognisable splurging of fluids. She plainly heard Cali's burgeoning despair and ever rising agony as her treatment spiralled deeper and deeper downward into hellish sexual torment.
Beyond them both she caught glimpses and snippets of an interplay between the three soldiers. Mel, grabbed by the hair by her Corporal. An order snapped into her face. Grabbed by her shoulders and bent into an ‘L’ shape. Her face forced level with her superior's bulging crotch. She obediently put her hands onto his hips as he unbuttoned his trousers and shuffled them halfway down his thighs. His hands locked tight around her head, digging into her short wavy hair before pulling her face hurriedly into his naked crotch, her jaw dropped as she opened her mouth wide to accept his most likely augmented erection. And soon enough her head was whipping back and forth rapidly, giving her Corporal an animated, energetic blowjob.
Hale braced herself against the crate as Mullen started to batter her ass with increasingly harder and faster thrusts. He was also letting out low wheezing moans. Though she was relieved that they were obviously drowned out by the continued deafening noise from the rape-tortured Cali.

“The little slut’s loving it!” Mullen breathed. “Dirty whore.”

She kept her eyes on Mel and the Corporal, but Roach passed across her view in order to slide in behind Mel and stroking her perky buttocks through the stretched tight second-skin leather of her trousers. She tried to look behind her and seemed to let out a muffled protest, but the Corporal had a tight grip on her head and wouldn't let her come off his hard cock. Roach reached around her hips to unfasten her trousers. She let go of the Corporal's hips and tried to stop Roach by pushing his hands off her, reaching blindly backward and trying to slap his groping hands from her body. In reply he slapped playfully at her slaps with one hand, concluding with a sharp raw spank on the smooth upper surface of one of her buttocks, while with the other hand he reached into the back pocket of his utility trousers and retrieved a pair of handcuffs.
Mel must have heard or realised what he was up to maybe from the clinking sound of the high tensile steel cuffs, she reached back and blindly drew one of her long fighting knives. She actually went so far as to slash back toward Roach with the leaf shaped blade, but he was in no danger. He idly lashed out, caught her wrist and the black rubberised grip of the knife, then applied torque until her fingers spread and the knife tumbled from her grasp. Roach deftly whipped the lost knife aside, slapping it away from them. Then grabbing her hand again, he snapped one handcuff securely around Mel's wrist, then grabbed her other hand and bent it around her back for the other steel bracelet, obviously enjoying himself. The Corporal showed no signs of discontent of Roach's behaviour, his hands did not relinquish their grip of Mel head nor did she appear to interrupt her cock sucking duty.
A minute after the handcuffs had secured her protest attempt, her leather trousers were around her knees and Roach was hurriedly unfastening his own. However, Hale was intent on the discarded knife. On where it had landed in the detritus of rubble and dust in the corner close to the hole in the wall. She focussed on the dim shine of the blade, memorising where it was, just in case some unforetold opportunity afforded her the chance to arm herself.
Her eyes flicked back to Roach and Mel as he, erect cock now free of his trousers, lined himself up to push his way into her nonconsenting hole. She was wriggling and still trying to gesticulate with her manacled hands. However, Roach was having none of it. He gripped her lovely ass, spread her buttocks apart and then thrust his hard meat into her with a single harsh jerk of his muscular hips.
Mel's response was obviously silenced by the Corporal's throat fucking shaft and Cali's desperate cacophony but the way she rocked and tossed herself about as Roach started to spit roast her made it obvious that she wasn't happy with the arrangement.
"Oh yeah, you slut, take those dicks.” Mullen whispered. “Wait... What’s that freak doing to.... Oh my!"
His hands slid up her smooth abdominals and rib cage beneath her damp and now rucked up shirt, until he found and squeezed her perky handful breasts. Hale ignored him, hand still covering her mouth. Still, she peered at the mutant to see what Mullen had been on about.
The monstrosity has thrown its long pointed tongue, which was trickling and drooling saliva all over the place, around Cali's throat and was using its long tentacle like appendage to draw its victims head up and back, arching her back in a concave 'U' and making her face crease up in mounting agony. Her mouth stretched wide in a silent scream, her jutting tongue almost purple, thrusting out from between her drool slick lips. The monstrosity had leaned forward over her, opened its own fanged maw wide like a serpent, pulling her up via its prehensile tongue. It closed its jaws around her entire head, stifling her last desperate scream, even as that shriek of terror was torn from her constricted throat. Cali body head entirely engulfed in the monstrosity's mouth, started to quiver and convulse, limbs thrashing wildly, as much as the tentacles would allow.
She still appeared to be screaming incessantly, loud enough to be audible and undeniably terrified. Hale recognised the din as panicked, uncontrolled fear rather than pain. She didn’t think it was actually eating her. At least not yet.
She could see its gullet working, as if swallowing, and its tongue seemed to lave inside its maw, bulging the insides of its cheeks. Maybe it was the monstrosity's idea of an erotic kiss. A concept introduced to Hale by Monk only recently.
Hale's view was beginning to be shaken by Mullen’s increasingly hard and body-rocking thrusts into her, and his hands continued to clutch painfully at her tender breasts. Needing both hands on top of the crate to steady herself, she had to bite her bottom lip to maintain her silence.
Mullen himself was barely bothering to keep quiet, wheezing into her ear and letting out little groans as he drove his hardness all the way into her tight, hot, clutching pussy. He seemed to be getting close to his climax, and with the sound of his strong hips battering her athletic buttocks getting more and more audible, Mullen released Hale's tits and laced both his hands together onto the top of her head, pulling her down and back against him.
Her neck twinged as it was wrenched again and again in time to his thrusts and her lowered posture altered her position in relation to the monster rape and forced spit roast outside. Her attention was drawn back to Mel, the Corporal and Roach. Mostly because she didn’t want to watch Cali and the monstrosity.
The spit roast of Mel was in full swing, she was sandwiched and battered between the two sets of naked soldier's hips. Their hard, aggressive, thrusting tenderising her ripe young body. The Corporal had a tight grip of her head still and was mashing his crotch into her face as fast as he was able, hammering his cock in and out of her certainly sore and abused throat. Hale couldn’t imagine how the girl was still conscious, she certainly wasn’t being given the chance to breathe. Roach was assaulting her buttocks and no doubt unlubricated pussy with much the same unrepressed fervour, clawing at her pretty ass while his own distended erection hammered into her with almost inhuman pace and brutality.
Cali's scream filled the chamber again and snapped Hale's attention back to the young barrack whore's torturous rape. The monstrosity's all-consuming kiss had come to an end, finally revealing her head in the aftermath.
She was drenched in a thick coating of the thing’s thick and slimy drool, half drowned by its saliva, her hair plastered flat to her skull, her throat, shoulders and bare, quaking breasts all saturated with the thick, clear stuff. She bawled like a baby, half demented, half panicked, coughing up great viscous lungfuls of mutant saliva. And all the while the monstrosity continued to piledrive her pussy with its huge fat shaft, tearing into her and causing who knew what internal trauma.
Cali's sudden resurgent volume caught the Corporal's attention and he looked over at her, but it was only due to interest, as though he used the visual brutality to add extra spice to his own horny abuse.
All of a sudden, the monstrosity bellowed a weirdly high-pitched grating sound and then let loose its pearlescent climax into Cali's no doubt ruined pussy. It was like a geyser going off inside her, filling her and instantly backing up under tremendous pressure so that the seed sprayed backward, bursting out of where its body and Cali's came together, erupting in all directions. It reminded Hale of putting her thumb over the end of the water tap while it was on full, drenching her and everything around her.
As Hale watched the bestial climax in a mixture of sickened horror and sordid marvel, the monstrosity leaned forward again and kissed Cali once more. Engulfing her in its salivating maw, though this time shoving an arms-length of its tongue into her gaping mouth and shoving the appendage deep down her throat, in the split second before her head was engulfed.
The orgasm also marked an imminent change in the monstrosity's mood, which the Corporal recognised and apparently alerted Roach to. There was a rapid and angry exchange between the two men as beside them Cali convulsed, scoured by its still spewing seed, while simultaneously suffocated by its kiss. Eventually Roach relinquished, pulled out of Mel and tried to make a grab for the monstrosity's discarded chain, while with the other hand he tried to lever his giant, augmented erection back into his trousers. As he struggled with both tasks, the monstrosity abruptly turned its kiss into a bite and decapitated Cali, her blood spewing into its mouth to be gulped down. The gush of crimson looked almost as plentiful as the monster's cum. It disgustedly chewed away, crushing Cali’s head.
Hale, sickened, distinctly heard eggshell crunches of the girl’s skull.
She was mesmerised for a few seconds by the monstrosity. It moved strangely. Back half and front half almost independent of each other, as if there were two separate brains. The upper half was chewing on more of its fresh kill, breasts and torso flesh torn, chewed, consumed. The rear half wheeled suddenly, a fury of erratic motion, tentacles and almost human limbs shifting its bulk around, the rear swinging to the right, the front dragged in its wake.
Roach bent and snatched up the chain but the monstrosity simultaneously grabbed him, one tentacle spiralling around his wrist and forearm. Then it pulled hard, rotating the man's arm, torquing it, making joints pop out of sockets and splintering the bones, tearing through the muscle and flesh of his arm and unleashing blood in long arcing spatters. Roach screamed like a child and was pulled hard into the monstrosity's embrace to be torn, broken and bitten in two, within the time it took the Corporal to react.
He pushed Mel to the ground, not even trying to push his exposed, glistening erection back into his trousers, and swung his carbine off his back and into a firing position. However, as the muzzle levelled on the monstrosity, the thing grabbed it with three of its main tentacles, a sudden whipping action spiral fractured the barrel, just as it had Roach's arm.
Staggering, hands cuffed behind her back, stuck there between man and monster, Mel balanced herself and then tried to run. However, a single nonchalant tentacle whipped out and encircled her waist, the thin tip encircling one of her small perky breasts and squeezing it until the flesh bulged and flushed crimson. It didn't seem to hurt Mel, but it outright terrified her, she shivered and sobbed, tears flowing as she realised her one chance to escape a horrific fate had failed.
But Hale could tell that the monstrosity wasn't ready for Mel just yet. It had the Corporal to deal with first.
He was quick witted enough to drop the carbine and go for his sidearm instead, but he soon realised that quick wits were useless if you weren't as fast as the monstrosity. And he wasn't.
Lariat like tentacles caught him around the torso, arms, throat. Then a secondary limb encircled his skull. The thing used its tightening grip to pull itself up to the staggering, cursing Corporal. He managed to pull the revolver from its holster but his skull and throat were crushed by the vice grip of the tentacles before he could bring the gun to bear. He fell back a corpse and the monstrosity fell down top of him, snatching one or two hearty mouthfuls of warm flesh and hot blood, before it turned its attention on Mel. Still ensnared, the young soldier was shrieking and struggling, bawling like a baby, trying to wriggle free from the tentacle encircling both one breast and her slim waist, but three more wrapped themselves around her legs and quickly flipped her off her feet and face down.
Belly temporarily filled, the monstrosity skittered away toward the main entrance, all quickly flailing arms, legs and tentacles. Hauled in its wake went the crying and screaming Mel. Lesser feelers snatching at her remaining clothes, tearing through fabric and exposing more and more bare flesh as it carried her off into the recesses of the military building.
"Fuck me!" Mullen gulped hoarsely.
Both he and Hale had paused, staring in shock at the sudden ultra violence. And the fact that they had been spared involvement. Surely with the female soldier as a play thing, the monstrosity would not return to sniffing round for them. And surely the aromas of all this blood and bodies littering the place would be more than enough of a distraction, enough to concealed their own less gore-ful scents.
Still, they remained silent, frozen. Staring through the air vents in the locker door at the blood an cum splattered carnage beyond.
With the sudden violent and terrifying distraction beyond the locker, Hale hadn't realised that Mullen had shot his load into her, but she could feel the cooling viscous fluid trickling down her inner thigh, as he leaned up to straighten her aching back. The motion also allowed his wilting cock to slip out of her body. Though he had allowed her to pull herself upright, his two-handed grip of her smooth, hairless crown remained in place a few more seconds, as his eyes washed over the brutality outside. His grip finally lifted after a few more seconds he let her go, reaching past her to shove open the locker door.
"Damn...! It really did a number on them." He murmured.
They both took in the colourful vision of the bodies and bodily fluids cast all over the room. He idly pushed Hale out of the locker ahead of him and then followed her.
Hale inched over toward the rear right of the room, her eyes on the gore, navigating untainted patches of the concrete floor. However, her ears continued to pick up ghostly echoes of the pleas, screams and despair from Mel, still audible but less so with each passing second as the mutant carried her further and further away. Even with the ghostly sounds and nightmarish collage of rape and murder occupying every inch and surface of the room, her attention quickly refocussed on the lost knife and the potential risk of getting to it without Mullen seeing her.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was engulfed in the carnage, staring at blood and semen splatters, like an art critic appraising brush strokes, analysing body parts, shredded corpses, partly eaten remains. The two male corpses at least would still have loaded side arms on or close to their bodies. And she assumed any attempt of hers to get in closer would alert his suspicions. But there was still the knife.
Hale unceremoniously dumped herself onto the ground, allowed her to pick up the shakes, allowing a touch of the awful reality possess her, helping her play the part of the helpless nonentity, Mullen expected her to be.
"There's pieces of the men... And Cali..." He muttered; his eyes wide. "I think that's her ear... One of her tits... Fuck! Look at what's left of her cunt! It really ripped her a new one didn't it..."
Now giggling slightly, Mullen appeared thoroughly distracted. So, with one hand she reached out and found the knife. Quietly, slowly she drew it to her side, keeping herself as still as possible and her body between Mullen and the knife.
"Oh well… Easy come easy go. And I have you, don't I baldy? You're just as hot a piece as Cali was. You'll still make me plenty..."
He grunted with amusement. He still hadn’t spared Hale the slightest of glances.
"Too bad about that soldier bitch." He added. "She looked fine, too. I could have taken her instead. The two of you together could have made me a fortune."
Hale rose, came over slowly and quietly, to his turned back. She raised the long knife with a desperate snarl and drove it into the back of Mullen's neck three times, as hard and fast as she physically could. Down, pull back with the blast of spurting crimson. Down, pull back with his shocked, crazed wail and while his body began to crumple like a puppet with cut strings. Down one last time, this time leaving the blade inches deep in its wound. Sawing back and forth through the gore, the sinew, between the exposed though blood ridden vertebra, until his choking quivering went still and silent, other than the odd twitch from an extremity, and the blood flow went from pumping sprays to a trickling seep.
Hale bit down the rising bile and her sudden desire to go and hide in the locker again and ran for the hole in the wall, blindly. Her panic was rising again even as the realisation that she was, once again, free and, at least for now, out of danger.

She ran through room after room until she found herself running along a corridor that ended in a ragged exploded hole. And beyond that lay the world. The rubble and pipes and twisted steel, and the concrete and brick that amounted to her normality.
It was only when she emerged into that daylight. The recognisable and yet unfamiliar, that she started to curse herself for leaving behind all those supplies - food, water, medicine, clothing, weapons. She should have stayed there, prepared herself for her escape.
But she had run blindly. Panicked and afraid. Like she always had been. However, that place was behind her now. It was the past. She was free of it and nothing would persuade her to go back there. No matter what.
She started out into the unknown, climbing over unfamiliar piles of rubble with nothing but her ruined shirt thin soled shoes and her bruised, scratched, oily, dusty, sweaty, filthy skin. But she was free and she was alive. And she decided at once, even though she was utterly alone in this world, with neither friend nor family, with her beloved father deceased, she still wanted to head home. To return to what she knew, to where she had been safe.
Though she didn't know the way. She'd walk until she found something she recognised. And once that happened, she would be fine again.
Find her way home. Bury her father and then make herself safe.
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Hale barely made it a hundred paces from the barracks before her luck ran out.
She heard a shuffling somewhere near-by, somewhere above her, and she stopped to look around. She saw movement, half blinded by the light behind it, but there was a blurry silhouetted shape up on the top of a half-demolished carcass of a building. At first it was just a bulky mass, a shape that didn’t belong. But then she caught an odd movement and a moment later a tentacle lashed out, wrapped around a bent steel pipe and pulled itself down from the mostly crushed rooftop.
A mutant, a big one. Fully grown. Adult. Perverse. Homicidal. Coming toward her.
Hale ran. She stumbled over rubble, stubbed her toe on bricks too many times to count, stumbled and cursed and wept with ever burgeoning panic. But she kept going.
The air was still and silent, hot. Making her sweat and pant. It weas filled with her own noise, her fear-filled weeping, her laboured breath, the scuff of her soft shoes on the ground, the hiss of kicked up dust. And, other than her own noise, above and behind it, came the wet slap of flesh whipping out, grasping, pulling. Accelerating behind her. Getting closer with each and every heartbeat.
There was an unnatural shadow up ahead of her, in the ground, surrounded by debris, concrete, brick and steel. She realised what it was as she stumbled upon it, saw the brick stairs disappearing into the ether. Underground. She saw it as salvation, a tunnel, a hiding place. It must have been a cellar or basement once before the building above it crumbled into rubble and dust. She ran straight down.
It was a trap.
It was a dead end. And it was the hiding place of three men, who she could barely make out in the gloom. Before she could do or say or decide anything, the men reacted. Laughing gleefully, excitedly, hornily, one of them launched a loop of rope which encircled her throat and then yanked her harshly off her feet. She was dragged across the packed gravel-like ground over to their excited collective grasp. The ground scratched at her, tore her delicate shirt until it was all but hanging off her leaving fresh abrasions on her creamy young flesh. The men laughed some more as they crowded around her, hands reaching down for her.
"Fuck! Look at this! What a catch!" One said. “Even with no fucking hair!”
"Yeah! Look at this bald slut!"
"Ripe and young! Bet she’s still tight even."
The second and third voices were deep and rasping, aged, and an odd high-pitched whisper respectively. Hale got momentary sketches of them, monochrome ideas of their body sizes and definite masculinity, but she could see little else in the near total blackness of the cave.
Their hands and their excitement told her all she needed to know about her latest predicament. She was in trouble again. The same kind of trouble she had been in since the moment her beloved father had deserted her by dying in her arms.
There wasn't any more talking after that. Hale was grabbed by the arm pits and collar of her shirt, dragged further into the back of the cave-like space. She was lifted and then dumped on her back across what felt like someone’s lap. The remnants of her clothing were shredded, her legs slapped apart. Her head was yanked backwards until she felt grit under her smooth crown, could smell the musty aroma of damp brick dust and rust and stagnant water.
Fingers hooked between her lips, diving into her mouth, pulling her jaw open. And then what could only have been an erect cock was thrust past her lips. It was hot and hard, pulsing and spongy and thick. Perhaps not to the augmented degree of the soldiers, though it still filled her oral cavity. The man at the end of it pushed the length in deep, the broad swollen head rasping against the inside of her cheeks and palate as he pushed it to the back of her mouth and then drove it onward into her throat. She took it naturally without much in the way of physical discomfort, other than the heat of his excited flesh pressing hard against her face, the rank unwashed smell of him and the taste that went with it. As he started to thrust, ten-to-the-dozen, Hale sucked and licked at him obediently. It seemed like the thing to do. And as she obliged the erection thrusting into her gullet, she turned her attention to what the other two men were doing to the rest of her.
The man whose lap she had been stretch out over was fondling her breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples while it felt like the third man was preparing to penetrate her. She felt fingers up her ass and pussy simultaneously, as though he wasn't sure which orifice he was going to rape.
"You gonna use your gadget on her?"
The one she was blowing had spoken with a guttural rough voice, like broken glass.
"...Oh fuck! Bitch knows her way round a cock! Damn!" He added under his breath.
"'Course, ain't no better fuckin' than when you use this contraption!"
The reply was softly pitched and roughly spoken, with a definite sense of youthful excitement. And a second later the one fingering her removed the probe from her anus. After a second or two she felt small cold things being inserted into her. Deep into her rectum. They were hard and, though not quite sharp, they felt scratchy. She couldn't tell how many they were, but they felt like wires or cluster of wires.
Something larger and cold, like a metal cylinder, was then pressed against her anus, it felt like it had a slender tip and fattened quickly to its full girth, a cylinder with a rounded tip. It was pushed into her rectum along with the wires. Another moment later, accompanied by some grunting and arranging of her spread thighs, the man eased a very real, hot and hard erection into Hale's well probed vagina and then paused there, reaching no more than a few inches beyond her tender lips.
Trying to control the rising fear and anxiety about what this man was doing to her, what he was about to do, Hale twisted her head so she was taking the cock sideways and managed to train one eye along the length of her body. Her nipples were still being pinched and pulled, though it was almost casual. And the arms created a tunnel where she could just about see a line down her the dimly pale skin of her chest, her flat stomach as far as the subtle mound of her bare pubis.
The man down there was in silhouette, though some kind of dim source of illumination was enough to throw some highlights over him, revealing just enough to give her a snapshot. In fact, as she looked back along herself her eyes accustomed to the ambient light slipping down the mostly hidden steps she had descended. The steps were of carefully placed and well mortared bricks covered in dust and grime. And Hale thought she could see the scuff marks where she had run down them in her hurry, before being immediately grabbed. A sudden breeze revealed what she had assumed to be a loose bit of mortar was actually a scrap of her shift that had been torn away during her descent.
And then a moment after the realisation of the scrap of her destroyed clothing, a shadow passed over the steps, there was a hint of a couple of thick glistening tentacles reaching down onto the steps before the bulk of something definitely inhuman blocked the light from above ground completely and threw Hale's world into just sound, touch, taste and smell.
Though whether something else had followed her into the cave and blocked out the light, or if it was simply the abrupt change of angle of the man raping her throat, she wasn’t sure. The tentacle could have been a trick of the light or a hallucination. The way she felt, fractured, abused, confused she wouldn’t put anything past herself. However, the oral rapist was clutching her around the throat now, not quite choking her but with a very assured grasp was holding her steady to receive his deep thrusting erection and his thrusts blocked her view completely, her own body the chamber beyond, there was no more light, just raw suffering and his quick, groan-accompanied brutal rhythm.
There was nothing for a couple of seconds. The cock slamming into her throat, soft fleshed hairy abdominals slapping her full in the face again and again. The strange device pushed up her ass was ice cold, solid and unforgiving; in contrast the cock gaping the entrance to her pussy felt hot, spongy-over-solid and it pulsed with life. And she knew it was going to get hammered all the way to her uterus any second.
One of the men inhaled sharply, cursed in shock and surprise and then there was a loud dry crunch. A sharp hot buzzing snap sent an abrupt rush of white-hot pain right through Hale's rectum. Before, as suddenly as it had initiated and before Hale even had the chance to react, it was gone and both her orifices were voided, both of flesh, and metal and wire.
She felt the Human presence above her, the face raper, disappear abruptly. Hot liquid splashed across her face and torso. She let out a short scream, muffled by the cock down her throat. Though she heard it in her head and felt it reverberate through the flesh tube choking her. And then she realised she was no longer held down. She sat up, coughing. Choking.
The flesh tube, softening across her tongue, was still lodged in deep and it took another moment before she realised it was no longer attached to its owner. She dropped her head grabbed the wet slimy end between her lips and tugged it free of her oesophagus, tossing it aside.
A shadow moved and a trickle of light once again passed into the chamber, not enough to see detail but enough to see evidence of violence and perhaps body parts.
There was another presence, she could detect it even though it was one with the shadows and essentially invisible. It was making horrible inhuman snuffling noises. Munching, chewing, snorting, suckling.
Hale knew what they must be. Her terror grew overwhelming and she felt herself shivering, rocking, crying, sniffling. She recognised in herself an irrepressible desire to curl up in a ball on the floor. A movement stopped her. Something from that shadow presence slid forth into the light and it calmed her, even though there was blood on the lips and tendrils of the mutation visible on the left cheek and jaw.
It was a human face surrounded by the deepest of shadow but it was there. A man. Not a boy, old, maybe as old as thirty. He was very handsome. Very handsome. Despite her continuing terror. Hale felt herself flush, her heart beat more quickly. Strong features, well chiselled, tousled dark brown hair, that was short cropped at the side and wavy on top, curls dancing around his smooth brow and temples. A straight, well-defined nose and full sensual lips. He seemed at once, strong and kind and intelligent. And despite all she had experienced and witnessed, and despite the reality of her current predicament, his sheer angelic good looks calmed her, reassured her. Hale felt her own heart fluttering at she gazed into his eyes. Those eyes, their colour was indistinct, sometimes crystal blue, sometimes rich earth brown, sometimes green. Hale felt she could lose herself in them.
"You're Hale." The gorgeous face said.
His voice was smooth, rich and lustrous but slightly claggy sounding as though there was a wetness in the back of his throat.
"My name is Schastar."
It took Hale a moment to find her voice, terror and desire battling for supremacy. Fear won out but it was slightly hindered by that handsome alluring face.
"I don't know that name.” She finally whimpered. “I don't know you. Leave me alone! Please. I just want to go home. I don't like this place... Please."
"The young woman you met recently, Druuna. I was with her. I'm supposed to help her, but I've lost track of her for now."
"Druuna? That slut? I don't know where she is. She didn't leave when I said. We were running but then things changed and we got separated. I ended up in that awful soldier's place. They did... They did things... They..."
"Listen, Hale. Druuna is special. She can save us. I think she might be the only one..."
"Save us?! Her?! She couldn't save my papa! She couldn't stop those soldiers from hurting me! She's just a whore!"
"Shut up Hale, you don't understand!”
He snapped, the initial response, then calmed himself. Took a breath, tried to smile. But she could see that there was pain behind his eyes. A vein throbbed in his temple. He was frowning slightly, a different kind of shadow playing across that handsome visage.
“Just… shut up. I have to help her. I think I exist to help her."
"I don't care about that! I don’t care about her… or you…! I..."
"Be quiet and listen! Your world is dying, everything you know. You have days, possibly weeks. But no longer."
"I don’t believe you! Leave me alone!"
"Shut up girl! You have to listen! There is no safe place for you, nowhere to run. No peace. No protection. Either men like those will get you and make your last few days a misery, or the mutants will hunt you down and your last few hours will be agony.
"You're very young, attractive, sexual. You have but one fate open to you, to satisfy the lusts of men. You’ll do it, either as a slave, like you've already experienced, or you’ll do it to get food and serum. Or, you’ll slake the sadistic lusts of the mutants… for a few agonising minutes...”
"So, help me! Can't you help me?"
"All I can offer you is peace, during that time."
"Peace? What do you mean?"
"While it's going on... You can go to a place of paradise, in your head."
"Paradise? What are you saying? I don’t understand any of this! I just want to go home and be left alone!"
"You have no home and you'll never be left alone. There's no chance of that. But… Druuna, she gave me a gift. I don't think she even realised it. Lewis' connection to her bridges my connection to her too. He gave her a gift and it passed on through her to me… I can share it with you, if you want."
"Lewis? Who's that? I don't know who you're talking about! I don't know what you're saying!"
"Lewis doesn't matter, all that matters is that you can put yourself somewhere safe, away from this world. You'll still suffer, to the end. But you won't know it. You can live in paradise in your head. Stay there until it's over. The real you will waste away, being screwed, tortured by men… or mutants until you're killed... But you won't be aware of any of it."
"No! You're wrong. I can get home and be safe there!!"
"Impossible..." He let out a long inhuman groan. "The urges are strong! Getting stronger. There isn't much time. I need to clear my head enough to locate Druuna again."
The man, Schastar, suddenly twitched. He grimaced and retreated into the blackness. Hale crouched there listening to him groaning and making other less than Human noises. She glanced over toward the steps, wondering why she wasn't running for them. But something, something about him, something about what he was trying to explain to her was stopping her from moving.
After a few seconds his handsome face once again pushed forward into the pale light, though the tendrils of the mutation had grown thicker and further across his lovely features.
"You owe me..." He wheezed.
He gagged and groaned. It reverberated, growing deeper and more animalistic. A growl. And then after another grimace his normal voice seemed to return.
"I saved you from the mutants when you were trapped, in the dark. I left you and Druuna together. Saved you from the monster. You owe me, Hale."
"I don't understand! I don't know what you're saying! I don't understand anything anymore! Just leave me! I want to go home."
This time the girl witnessed a raw rage pass swiftly across his features. A mix of pain, desire and furious anger bit deep. But he seemed to bite it back, force it down, regain his self-control. Still, it scared Hale, that moment. It was like seeing beneath his handsome features to the monster within.
“Please… please, just let me go… I just want to go back home.”
"You have no home!" He snapped at her. "I told you! This world is about to end. But there is a chance. Druuna could stop it... But to help her... To help Druuna, I need to keep my head straight… Hale... The beast, the urges... The monster inside has... Needs… carnal desires, urges that need to be satisfied, so I can keep it under control. These men have slaked the lust for violence... And sustenance... But the lust for flesh is still overwhelming and... I need to find Druuna... Those needs, they're so strong, it's all I can do right now not to… take you..."
"What do you mean? You lust for flesh...? Urges...? I don’t understand."
"Sexual flesh. The beast needs to fuck. The need is sadistic and brutal and so very strong... I'm sorry Hale..."
"You want to hurt me! Like all the others! But no! I won't let you. I've had enough of it! I want to go home! I want Papa! I don’t want this!"
"I'm sorry... I can't... Hold back any longer, Hale! I'm losing control!"
He screamed. His full form erupted out of the thick, all-consuming shadow. For an instant she saw him in all his dreadful reality.
There was the handsome human face, soured, turned ugly, racked in pain and desire and savagery. However, beyond the face it was nothing more than a writhing mass of shapeless, pulpy flesh. Grey patches and pink, with a muddy orange sheen, slick and putrid and raw. Some areas of it bore thick, dense bulges, muscles beneath the putrid amorphous flesh, and some of the bulges looked a little like eyes. The body mass was awash with tentacles and tendrils of all sizes, some as thick as Hale's toned thighs, others even thinner than fingers. In amongst them were animalistic limbs, powerful, bound with thick, strong muscle, and talon-like claws at the end of stubby not quite fingers.
And then she saw the phalluses. Three or four of them, two, faintly human shaped but bigger in stature even than those genetically augmented soldiers’ had been. One she spotted actually appeared normal, human. A flaccid middle-finger length tube of foreskin nestled above an average scrotum. While another resembled a dog’s, hard, unsheathed, with a hard swollen knot at the root as big as a fist.
Hale screamed.
She was engulfed by it, tentacles encircled her everywhere, binding her, immobilising her. One tightened around her throat, two yanked her legs apart, she felt smaller ones encircling her buttocks and breasts, sharply spreading and cruelly squeezing. Then the tiniest tendrils whipped out at her face and she screamed again, in abject terror, as she felt them burrowing up her nostrils and into her ears.
Hale shrieked.
However, the next instant she was engulfed in sweet restful blackness, in oblivion. She didn't feel the phalluses penetrating her every orifice. She didn’t feel the agony or the anguish or defeat, or the sensations of despair and disgust and loathing of her renewed, final, enslavement.
Holding onto the last vestige of his humanity, Schastar semiconsciously manipulated the electro-chemicals in Hale's brain even while he started to ravage her body to satisfy the ever-demanding mutation within.
He deposited Druuna's gift into the girl's mind while he slaked the beast's sexual needs with her ripe young body.
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Hale sighed with a kind of peaceful pleasure she had never experienced before.
She was lying in a cave, a strangely natural rock structure surrounded her, like a shell. Beneath her was the softest, smoothest white sand she had ever come across. It cooled her hot flesh and lying on it made her feel simultaneously warm and cool.
It was nothing like the brick dust her Papa had used to tell her was what sand had been like when he had read to her of what the world had once been. With deserts, mountain ranges, snow, tropical beaches and forests, rolling hills.
She sat up and looked over toward the mouth of the cave. The light was brilliant, almost blinding and yet it didn't glare or hurt her eyes like usual. The light was warm and refreshing, giving everything a subtle orange hue that, after a few moments she had grown completely accustomed to. It felt like the way light should be, made her think that the light she had been used to had been somehow artificial.
She rose to her feet, enjoying the soft give of the sand between her bare toes. It was smooth, fine and soft and didn't scratch or irritate. Neither did it cling to her warm, creamy skin.
She noted her nudity but it didn't bother her in the slightest, she was not cold or embarrassed. She stepped to the mouth of the cave but something tugged at her gently from behind, she glanced casually back to look into the shadowy recesses.
There she was again, back in the dark with the mutant, in the shadowy depths of the cave. She watched herself being sexually savaged by the fully mutated Schastar. Her pale, lissom limbs rocking back and forth amongst the amorphous mass of the mutant. She appeared almost comical, as if she was trapped in the blankets of a bed, legs stretched out akimbo, arms reaching for freedom but unable to grasp anything, the blankets all around her, enveloping her.
She wasn’t seeing herself at all, it was a drawing in a picture book. A vid. She found herself watching with more than a touch of filthy, erotic interest at the fate of the pretty teenage girl.
A tentacle had her around the throat, squeezing to make her mouth open as a huge phallus slid from a sheath that itself had emerged from a bulbous growth. The cock pushed into her mouth, on and on, deeper into her throt and halfway down her gullet.
Her eyes bulged wide open but her blank, dilated pupils didn't seem to see anything. The smooth hairless crown was gripped tight by a white knuckled Human hand, licked by half a dozen tongues, slime and mucus glistened on her lovely creamy skin and dribbled thickly down her face. Nostrils and ears were home to multiple small, writhing feelers. The young woman's lovely perky breasts were receiving much the same treatment, mauled by hands and tentacles, licked by slimy tongues, gleaming with bodily fluids. Nipples pierced by tiny feelers.
Her legs were drawn wide apart, stretched out in opposite directions, by tentacles that appeared to terminate in something akin to a human hand. Between her splayed legs, cocks rutted her, five of them. Each was a huge, engorged truncheon of weighty, solid meat, slick with slime and hard as steel. Three were pistoning in and out of her overstretched vagina, while the third and fourth alternated forward and back motions inside her well-stuffed rectal passage. Those two anal invaders idly removed themselves from her, retracting inch by slow inch until they popped free. The strained orifice instantly snapped back to its naturally tight, puckered star shape. The pair of shafts smoothly advanced again, living things with their own minds. At first, they tickled her cinched anal mouth, sliding up and down giving little pressured pushes, teasing, preparing. And then the two cocks coiled together into one doubly thick length, moving back like a coiled spring before launching itself forward again to penetrate her anus, once again pummelling her rectum with all the speed and power of a freight train.
The mutant-savaged Hale writhed in response, her body writhing, muscles locking up, her features bulging. Cock-filled lips stretched wide in what appeared to be a silent shriek, unseeing eyes bulged in their sockets almost comically, face twisted with extreme emotion.
Hale watched her real-world doppelgänger, observing the pretty, hairless teenager's final torture. However, she felt nothing. There was a slight pull in her stomach, toward the scene, drawing her toward the rampant mass of vile mutant and succulent young human.
But there were no corresponding sensations in cave-Hale's body when she watched what the mutant was doing to her back in the real world, but the longer she looked, the more she felt the pull of that place, but the sexual horror show repulsed her and she shivered in icy dread and instinctively stepped back. She turned away from her reality her imminent death, and emerged from the cave, stepping out onto what her Papa had described to her, from one of his old-world books, as a tropical paradise.
The warm sun caressed her, swept away the morsel of dread and sympathy for the girl in the cave. The delicious new world of earthly, almost otherworldly, natural beauty embraced her like a parent’s comforting arms and drew her out onto the white sand beach and on toward the ocean.
There was a delightful cooling breeze, dancing with the tall palm trees, themselves heavy with fruit. The rolling ocean was lustrous, topaz and emerald and sapphire all expertly mixed with perfect brushstrokes topped with glistening white spume as pure as icing. Hale didn't have the worlds to describe what she saw, it was all sensual, sights, sounds, scents, sensations. All she could think was that she was experiencing something divine.
The crystal-clear ocean waves sported lots of tiny, exuberant and brightly coloured fish within the rolling waves, they danced from wave to wave never getting left behind as the water receded, always living and moving in the luscious rolling teal.
The lapping of those waves created a natural music that accompanied and complimented the gentle sounds of the breezes, wisping arias through the palm trees and low lustrous foliage that accompanied it.
Arrangements of large, flat rocks dotted the beach at random, smoothed by wind and sea. They created pockets of shade from the brilliant sun, where lush mosses and delicate flowers grew and blossomed.
Hale looked down the beach to her right and was unsurprised to see her father and mother sitting there a way off, sharing a picnic. Her father, youthful and healthy and protective, smiled and waved to her. She excitedly waved back. Her mother knelt up and blew her a kiss, sending it afloat on the air with delicate fingers.
Off to her left, however, not far away was a young man. He strolled naked and sun-kissed along the ever-shifting line, where the sea and sand caressed each other. Toned, shapely in his athleticism, tanned body glorious in its unashamed nudity.
She couldn’t help but take an embarrassed, yet tantalised glance at the shaft on display between his hairless thighs. She was taken in by the hypnotic bounce of the sizeable meat, as each powerful muscular thigh tossed it left and right, back and forth. The scrotum, above which it nested, was large and heavy and full.
Hale felt her cheeks flushing, her nipples erecting. A dampness in the already throbbing heat down below. She cast her gaze down and then hurriedly back up to the face of this young Adonis. He was truly lovely. Handsome, chiselled features, short wavy hair that glinted in the sun like molten gold. His large kind eyes matched colour of the ocean. Full kissable lips curved into an enticing smile and that same unreserved kindness reflected in his eyes was also etched into his electrifying features.
Hale felt conflicted, wanting to turn both left and right. She laughed aloud.
"If this is the only kind of trouble I have to deal with now, I really am in paradise."
She stood there smiling, lifted her pretty face to the sky and closed her eyes to embrace the warmth, and the peace and beauty of her new life.
The End.
The end.
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