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*Impossible… This should be Impossible, How could such a seemingly minor infestation run so deep and muster such bioforms*
This investigation had once been a simple follow up on rumours. Tales of unusual bioforms forwarded to her by the Mechanicus. But it had so quickly turned into her trying to rally loyalists in the midst of a hybrid uprising. The corruption ran so deep, to the point where she even questioned the purity of the land under foot.
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The hastily formed convoy was brought to a halt as exhausted machine spirits demanded rest else they began to revolt against their drivers. The few others in the truck around Inquisitor Follia hopped out the back, seeing to stretch their legs, and get something to drink. Follia however slumped herself forward, with her head resting in her hands. The lady, normally so proud and dignified, had been run ragged. A tattered greatcoat resting over her shoulders, the material stained with the blood of tainted humans and repulsive Tyranids.
One of her hands moved to her back, releasing her corset’s clasps. A rush of relief came over her as her curvaceous form was set free from its constraints. She pulled it from herself and discarded it under one of the benches. As she rose to the others she joined the others in dismounting the truck and boots landing on soft earth.
Her tired eyes looked out over the almost idyllic sights of green hills and seemingly flawless woodlands all around them. But she could not enjoy such a view. Her mind was running near constant assessment and simulation against the world. Smaller creatures would be able to easily scurry towards their ranks in the tall grass, seen only when it was too late. And the trees granted sufficient coverage to the larger spawns, able to spring forth when the assault takes on.
Rocking her head back, her fingers ran through her hair. A slow groan coming from her as she could only see how abysmal of a situation they are in now. One of the guards approached, a small crate in hand from which he fished out a portion of water and a ration bar. Her stomach rebelled, gurgling for more, but it was her instruction to ration resources now rather than risk starvation down the line. If there was a ‘down the line’ to reach. The ports would be fully under their control now, and if it wasn’t would be so difficult to reach as to be pointless dreaming for.
Taking a brief moment of relief, she brought the water to her lips and sipped it slowly. An occasional bite of the bar interspersed. The guard moved on rapidly, but she couldn’t blame them in this situation. Nearly all others avoided her where they could, knowing what she represents and the dangers being around her could be. Most were worried around her, but some glared… the eyes of some uncomfortable to feel. A rumble shook the ground below them. Ripples spawned in the water and bounced off the walls of its container. Slowly rising in power before dissipating again. She just watched ildy as the wave came and went. Avoiding her worries about what it could be, knowing it was just the regular tectonic shifts felt by the world in recent times. They had been going on for years by now…
Years…
Years…
Her eyes darted towards the front of the convoy, her heart rising in her chest as she set down her rationed supplies. Breaking into a sprint she called out for them to get the vehicles moving again. Trying to get anyone’s attention. They needed to get away before…
The hair on the back of her neck was standing on end as another wave of rumbling came around them. Her running was eventually halted by the lead vehicles being launched into the air as the ground around it erupted. From the thrown up dirt and stone the silhouette of a Trygon loomed over everyone. The deafening roar of the beast stunning those around.
Her footing was unsteady as the shaking of the ground halted, both her hands covering her ears. Looking over as the ground settled from the sudden assault, Follia saw the crater around the creature busy with monsters rushing from their underground rallies. Gaunts and genestealers clawed their way out and dashed towards the convoy.
The Inquisitor was just stunned silent and paralysed in her own body. All she could do is watch as what was just a theoretical risk manifested into reality and then into something worse than she could think of. And she knew there was nothing they could realistically do. No one had the ready firepower to even scratch the Trygon… let alone put a dent in the hoard.
Fired from unseen biovores, a cloud of sporemines floated down from the skies. Bursting before reaching the ground, the stunned men and women, shook vehicles and released from them a spore cloud like that from a venomthrope or toxicrene. As they fell down over people they were left spasming before laying limp on the ground.
With time Follia was their next victim. As the mist fell over her skin the sensation was without comparison. The combined sensations had her fall to the ground, body twitching and aching against her clothes, and an overwhelming warmth felt from her chest. As it faded she was left trapped in her own body, unable to even move her eyes before the looming feeling of sleep fell over her. She couldn’t stop as her eyes drifted close and breathing slowed. Beyond the soft ground, the last thing she felt was that of clawed hands taking hold of her arms. She willed them away but she didn’t move as she lost consciousness.
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Her fading slumber left a chill down Follia’s body, an unnerving… desire. The lady’s barely lucid mind being unable to put such a feeling into words. A gnawing fatigue within her wished that she could return to the unconscious state, but the warmth was returning to her instead.
As her eyes opened however she was met by a pitch black void before her. She was being dragged along her back, across a smooth stony ground. Her analytical mind assuming the efforts of the trygon seen earlier… or trygons. She was being dragged by her arms. Three clawed hands binding each limb. Genestealers… or possibly their more abhorrent spawn.
Holding back her disgust, she bided her time to avoid any more rough handling which could be expected. Letting her head hang back, looking down the tunnel and seeing a faint light in the distance. While details were fuzzy at this range, she knew that the beasts had the advantage while the light was absent.
Maybe she was just getting her hopes up.
As the distant glow finally started to reach closer, the walls of the tunnel weren’t the smooth rock face under foot. Or in her case against her back. There was instead something which looked soft… natural… even fleshy. The vague silhouette of a humanoid behind the surface.
With this new view, a warm humid atmosphere felt like it hit her like being pulled through a wall. She couldn’t help but shiver in response, but this drew the attention of the Tyranids. A head turned and a hiss directed towards her was all she could understand from them.
Dragged further in, they eventually came to a halt. Both creatures adjusted their grip and pulled her upright.
Trying to take the opportunity, she yanked one arm from their grasp with as much power as she could bring forth. Her attempt was fruitless and she tried to run. Perhaps able to bring one spawn off balance and give her the chance to draw a weapon. The Inquisitor’s feet instead tripped and she fell, all the while her arms in their grip.
As she was yanked back up, a claw came to her throat and gripped tight, limiting her ability to resist further. Still she tried to kick but was instead shoved against the wall. And into one of the fleshy cavities. The warm damp creature immediately clung to her body, partially enveloping her limbs as claws were withdrawn. The claw around her throat rose to her jaw and forced her mouth open. One of the genestealers raised its head and its tongue like organ snaked from its mouth.
Trailing between her lips, it was bulky and almost phallic as the ‘kiss’ was delivered with a sharp prick to the back of her throat. Ovipositor pulled from her mouth and grip removed, Follia’s head fell forward as she gagged from it. The living chamber gripped to her tightly and after a moment’s pause the outer layer rose up and closed her off to the outside. The flesh clinging to her and staining her clothes and body with whatever secretions they were unleashed.
This infernal creature hugged her body in a way which none other could. The soft flesh, pressed against her with strong muscles that felt to be in perpetual motion. Caressing her curves like an all present lover.
At the back of her mind she felt a building heat… arousal. Either the effects of the genestealer’s kiss or a result of the secretions of binding creature, her body started to react affectionately. Squirming in its grasp, the heat rose between her legs as she felt her womanhood show her unconscious willingness. The Inquisitor was disgusted at her own body giving the insidious enemy of man.
And yet this all was so welcoming. The pleasure of the trap feeling her all over in the perfect ways she couldn’t dream of asking for. And nothing another human could give her.
The heat of the outside could only be felt to be infecting her insides. Her stomach felt as if knotting up from the desire to know what it could do. A perversion of her own wishes to study the enemies to better fight such foes. Left blind here, her mind could only focus on what had its grasp around her.
Follia focused her mind, trying to move her arms to break these bindings. And to reach for a weapon. She could hope they were still on her person. But instead they squeezed harder. A moan was forced from her as she enjoyed it. The way it pressed against her breasts, and thighs, and pussy.
No
She couldn’t let this creature win. She had to focus. Her purpose. Her Mission. The Imperium. The God Emperor. But it all felt so distant. Resting on Holy Terra while she was here… bound and trapped in this forsaken xenos den on a minor world. Another captive to a brood she was too late to prevent.
Follia felt her mind going foggy as the feeling of hopelessness dragged her down again. Her mouth fell open as her body tried for more air inside the confines. But the taste of the musky air pressed into her mind. Irresistible…
Overhead she heard a wet sound. Squelching in the folds above. Not thinking clearly she tried to look upwards. Met with the continued darkness, her tongue reached upwards to try and feel what was happening. Instead she just felt and tasted the walls of her prison.
The potent taste of the flesh felt as if it was pushing against her mind. Removing all other focus but that directed towards it. But as a moment passed she was given a new thing to centre her focus on.
A long and thick tendril lowered from the folds of the flesh above and wormed perfectly into her mouth and drove itself down her throat. She couldn’t even react with a gag before she felt it inside her stomach. Her eyes were wide as her heart rate spiked from the sudden presence.
It was slick with the musky slime, and had a potent taste… like that of ejaculate. It was clearly detached from the taste from previous… flings, and notably alien. With the substances practically dripping from the smooth flesh, it pushed itself deeper into her stomach. Filling her belly with the coiling mass.
Before she could try and move her limbs again a bulging mass passed her lips. The whole growth felt like it doubled inside her as the trailing bulge stretched her throat, her inquisitorial choker broken from the tension, and was heavy while it travelled through her chest. Gagging against the girth, she was hit with a rush of sensation as it reached the end and a flood fell into her belly. Filling her with the same sludge which coated the outside flesh. It was heavy inside her stomach, worse than the feeling from a buffet but her body felt satisfied. Nourished even so soon after being given the bounty. She groaned as her limited air felt as if it was running out.
Her head was forced back by the strong tentacle which remained in her throat, a smaller release followed shortly. Follia felt weary again, just like when sprayed with the spore mine cloud. Her body stopped responding to wishes to move again while a warm mist crept into her mind.
She was liking this. Her pure self was being pulled down into this tainted state as more pleasure was felt from the walls around her and the tentacle buried in her body.
A state of barely awake enjoyment was draped over her as she was held in the warm embrace. Periodic spurts of cum flowing into her body and filling her with a new sense of self. It was almost dreamlike, so absurd as to be the only explanation.
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After what felt like hours in this binding, something finally broke through in her mind. The walls were feeling softer against her skin. Pulling her whole focus to her right hand, she tried her luck at bringing her hand closer to her body. It was slow and took some easing of her captor’s grip, but with time she found herself able to feel the buttons of her jacket.
Sliding in, she clipped free her dagger from its sheath, before teasing it up into her grip. Taking as deep a breath as she could, and squeezing her eyes shut, in anticipation she stabbed the blade into the outer walls of the chamber.
While there was no audible voice, the whole cell shook as if screaming in response. An terrible feeling falling over her mind as she felt the whole chamber squeeze around her harder than it had done before. It was like it was trying to crush the fight from her, but instead the blade was dragged up the flesh, breaking a hole in it.
The tentacle was pulled from her stomach, a rush of air following as it left her body feeling hollow from the ordeal. Coughing and gagging from it, she did all she could to avoid vomiting up what had been released.
Focusing herself once again, the blade was twisted and drawn from the front. This time reversing the hold and stabbing into the walls trapping her arm. Giving in, likely from some survival mechanism, the chamber’s front retracted and the flesh behind her practically shoved her from its hold. Forming itself as a wall flush with the stone while blood oozed from the stab wound.
The Inquisitor was tossed to the ground and from it a mouthful of ooze was coughed up onto the smooth stony ground. While free from captivity, all she could do was groan as she felt so cold and helpless. She balled herself up on the floor like a child and her face felt puffy. As if going to cry from it.
Even with the warm air around her, chills shook shivers down her body while she tried to bring back the focus which set her free. After being in such bindings she couldn’t do much other than lie there and shiver. Her throat feeling unnervingly empty from her.
In her mind she was just cussing herself out. For getting ambushed. For getting caught. For getting trapped. For having such things done to her. And worse of all, for enjoying such abuses.
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Balled up, the Inquisitor rocked herself so her legs were against the floor. Despite any wishes of hers to just hide away, or sleep, or even just stay there, she was in no illusion of her need to move. She brought herself upright, and looked around the dimly lit area.
To one side the pitch black tunnel which she remembers being dragged through… and the other way a light in the distance. Knowing that the light would mean an area where the infestation was more established, Follia saw it as her best hope. If found the darkness was only of use to the Tyranids.
Swallowing hard, the lurid taste of the tentacle’s ooze was still heavy in her mouth, the Inquisitor brought herself to her feet. Wobbling a little, the feeling of being full still weighing down on her, she took a step over to her dropped knife and returned it to its sheath.
Focusing her mind, the lady started her way towards the light. Bringing herself from soft steps to a stable march.
Busying her mind as to not look at the walls, her hands moved across herself to identify everything she had with her. Her bolt pistol was missing, likely fell from her while being dragged, but her stub pistol was still in hand. Not ideal in the case but it gave her something and it was still loaded.
Raising her pistol in both hands, she focused herself on finding what was around her. Soft groans and wet fleshy sounds radiated from the other wall mounted organisms. Her mind went to saving them, but if she wasn’t half the person she was she would have just given in in the brief time she was there. They would either have to be saved another time, when reinforcements are around, or left to their fates.
With a short distance travelled, she could seen an intersection of two tunnels coming up. The acute angles giving a relatively spacious area where they crossed. Slowing as she approached, the sound of countless feet or claws could be heard approaching.
Her heart jumping in her chest, she darted back to one of the recessed pods. Nesting herself against it to try and avoid attention, her pistol raised in hand for whatever would come. The warm flesh unnerved her but that didn’t matter.
In just a few seconds she saw a hoard run past. Seemingly hundreds of bodies running their way down the adjoining tunnel. Gaunts and genestealers focused in their path, running without fault, led by warriors and primes in their mix, keeping pace despite their size.
A few broke from the main group. Follia’s breath trapped in her throat as she thought this was her end. But instead they just passed her by. None even thought of looking at her. Sweat beading from her forehead she just looked dumbfounded as they continued their path.
Once the mass of bioforms left, she was ready to step back down and continue her mission, but saw a group of humans following their masters with lacking pace. The hybrid and other tainted humans were visibly exhausted from the running. Halting at the intersection and panting heavily before breaking off like the previous hoard.
Unlike the synaptic creatures there were some hybrid who looked at her, eyes scanning her and a few heads turned. But none of them stopped or even vocalised her presence.
Looking over her shoulder, she checked in case this was some kind of trick. But she was just left dumbfounded at the situation… why would they just leave her? Moving back towards the middle of the tunnel, she just looked both directions before then continuing to jog towards the lights.
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Finally reaching the lights it became clear that she had reached a section of the underground which was inhabited. Some sort of bunker being hooked up alongside it. Luminbulbs were practically stamped into the walls, with the bare metal nails still visible… and some of the craftsmanship being shoddy.
Slowing to a gentle walk, she took a break to look around for anything else to try and work towards. It was only now that she noticed that there were no more of the pods around. Just some metal vaults loosely fit into the stonewalls.
All locked up behind bolts and locks. Nothing she could realistically break through. Not without any tools. Looking back around, she saw a few smaller cut outs in the area. Cutouts for humans to stand in while the horde moves? Her best guess so far.
Giving herself a break at long last, Follia came over to one of the cutouts. Sliding down the wall and feeling her legs ache from the straine. Even if not conventionally comfortable, the hard surfaces around her were better than anything else here.
The feeling against her face returned again. The desire to just break down now… bubbling to the surface now she has given herself a chance to stop trying to move forward. But her psych conditioning just refused to let herself do it. Instead just giving her a tense feeling as she felt her heart in her ears.
*Thump, Thump*
*Thump, Thump*
*Thump, Thump*
Rocking her head back as she let out a strained breath, the Inquisitor saw something flick at the corner of her vision. Turning her head she realised it wasn’t just her heart…
The lumbering form of a toxicrine could be seen towering over her. The lashing tentacles flicked away in the air in an endless and aimless flurry. Before eventually stopping. Taking a step forward, the beast let out a deep thunderous roar from a hidden mouth.
The visible toxin sacks exposed through the carapace visibly contracted as a plume of spores released into the air. Flooding the confined areas and falling in and around the Inquisitor. Reflexively she held her breath and covered her face, despite her mind knowing she was hopeless.
But rather than the gnawing feeling of organisms against her skin, Follia instead felt these microscopic creatures just fall against her skin like a mist of barely felt monsters.
She drew her hands back, confused as to what was happening but was met by all the monsters biting down on her. Sharp shocks of pain… and pleasure… surged through her body and she silently screamed as her body spasmed under it. Falling to her side, unable to stop herself.
Exploiting her newly vulnerable state, the limbs of the monster reached down and coiled around her. Binding the small human by her arms and legs, one constricting around her neck too. Fully helpless, the lady was pulled from the ground and raised into the air.
Her lower half brought towards its head. The tentacles hanging from the started to shift in a disorganised manner. A slick secretion being visible and leaving thick trails across her clothes and body. While seemingly harmless to her skin, her clothing was chemically burned away and exposing her further to this creature.
The burning feeling began to tease her body and reignite her burning arousal. She couldn’t even find the will to suppress it down again, her body having won out over her mind.
Held back, Follia could only softly moan as she felt herself being stripped bare and flicks of the tentacles caressing sending shots of pleasure through her body. She tried to thrash and groaned against her bindings as her body stopped shaking from the biting beasts.
Now open to the monster’s machinations, the countless tentacles focused their motions against her pussy now. Trailing over her thighs and hips, feeling, examining and possibly even tasting her womanhood.
Pulling her in closer, she felt the first few tentacles slip their way into her pussy. Flicking in and out as her hips rocked against them. They slowly defiled her and pushed deeper.
Her face was flushed red as she could tell the last of her resistance failing against its feeling. Biting the inside of her cheek, she was caught off guard as she felt them all stop in mid motion.
Looking down at her defiler, Follia was then hit by a wave of pleasure as all the tentacles pushed into her pussy. Driving deep into her and stretching her until they all fit inside. This driving mass of flesh interlaced pleasure and pain inside her body to the point she couldn’t tell what was what at this point.
Her surprise was too much as her head fell back, pushing her chest forward, as she let out a moan. Follia was loud. A screamer at the best of times, it was like she was trying to call down a god with how her moans echoed through the tunnels. A surprise that no one came to see what was causing it.
The tentacles squirmed without end, moving within the Inquisitor, feeling and pressing against her inside walls. And like they were trying to press her open more. Her pussy was already dripping with arousal but she could feel the tentacles oozing something new.
It was cool against her insides. Mini orgasms shot down her body from inside her, and the feeling of pain becoming subsumed by more pleasure. Her mind too being engulfed by the corrupting influence. Being forced open and defiled, like little more than a pleasure toy, was exhilarating, and having it done by such an insidious creature was just feeding into it more.
The way her hip bucked against the tentacled face of the creature, the feeling of some of the twitching limbs even reaching into her womb turned her mind into mush.
As the released organisms pressed against the inquisitor’s skin once again, it was too much and her body spasmed into a powerful orgasm. Her juices squirting along the grotesque limbs and up the carapaced face of the monster. Giving an extra sheen against her lover’s head, and dripping down against the floor.
Her spasms went on for an ungodly time, her muscles twitching and clenching around the toxicrene’s head and moaning all the time. In a seeming climax of its own, the Tyranid’s tentacles swelled and released large masses of the cool substances into her womb. The extra mass caused her belly to swell more, a visible bulge forming as she swelled up like a pregnant woman.
Her body slowly burned out, her pleasure less fading and more just failing as she fell limp in her lover’s embrace. The tentacles which were still holding her body wonderfully.
The binding tendrils withdrew her from the monster’s head. Each of the ravaging tentacles slipping out one by one, and a soft moan creeping from Follia as they feel free. The final few fell out in unison, removing the feeling of pressure inside her and letting a wave of release fall over her as the toxicrene’s load flowed from her.
Her face and body were slick with sweat as she tried to recover from the defilement she had received. But her mind was unable to be pulled from the afterglow of the strongest orgasm given to her before.
Follia’s mind was so addled as to not notice as she was lowed down and brought underneath the grand body of the monster. Some tentacles unraveling, and rebinding her behind their forward limbs.
The shadow above her, normally so menacing, was instead something so comforting. Like a large lover holding her down as she is dominated and given exactly what she wants. Bigger than any lover, even any astartes she had been around.
Dreamily the Inquisitor looked up at her lover, met by another feeling against her already defiled womanhood. It was hard, and warm, and slick. With the bindings around her, she was brought down against it. Like a pop, it entered her welcoming pussy. Pleasantly aching from being filled up once again.
Once inside, the phallic mass coiled around inside her before starting to harden and grow. With the tentacled grip, she was pulled up the growing slab of meat before being pulled back down in slow movements.
Steady moans were worked out of the Inquisitor as she felt the magnificent cock pushing deeper and deeper. All that teasing and work by the tentacles making it easier to take and embrace the size with relative ease.
After a few more thrusts, she was stopped halfway down the length of the phallus. Follia groaned against the toxicrene, a vague and wordless attempt to beckon it to use her more and allow her to cum against it.
Instead a collection of swollen masses were pushed down the length of the ‘cock’. Bulging through into her pussy, feeling like they were stretching her wider still… if such a think was possible with the small lady.
One
Two
Three
Three large and semi firm orbs were deposited inside, pushed past the cervix deep into her womb and they rocked around inside like oversized marbles. Each one forced a moan from her as a seemingly impossible pleasure was forced upon her already weak body.
Her legs shuddered against the force of this release and the feeling of her belly being swollen so heavily, so quickly, gave a groaning pleasure to her even just shifting her body in the bindings.
Then a fourth, then fifth were given unto her. And with it she found her voice failing against the pleasure.
Pulling its phallus from Follia’s pussy, the toxicrine lowered the human down onto the floor from whence she was found. The Inquisitor was still shuddering, her orgasms seemingly endless from being stuffed with these hard eggs. The masses inside gave her deformed belly a twisted look of late pregnancy. Even if her mind was working, she had no way to know how long they’d be inside her.
Just laying limply against the floor, a single hand of hers came up to caress her new boons. Feeling the surface of each egg against her once toned belly. Softly groaning from the very stretched feeling they exerted.
The beast however had no desire to remain with her. No ideas such as passion or companionship as the ovipositor cock retracted back into a well hidden sheath and it just stepped over her and travelled down the tunnels again. Off to fill some other purpose given to it by the Hive.
And in the warm tunnel and laying against the dark ground she just was left unable to move lest she end up cumming again from her laden body.
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