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DOOM I (3/3) (sf, mf, violence)
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DOOM: EPISODE ONE, KNEE DEEP AND FALLING FAST
by MST Periwinkle
PART III. THE GAME
Lisa knew she was in trouble. Maybe even Trouble.
They were moving quickly, almost running down a maze of
corridors. Most of the area was standard terran design,
familiar computer terminals blinked friendly messages, the
floor was a medley of steel tiles and plastic no-slip. But
as her captors, six huge flesh-colored monstrosities,
surrounded her and hurried her along, the surroundings
gradually changed. Sections of the wall had some sort of
ribbed coating, pink, faintly glowing, and, she noticed with
a turn of her stomach, some sort of secretion oozing out of
hideous pores.
She tried to keep up with the creatures, shuddering
inwardly at the thought of their touch, nauseated by the
foul smell of their bodies, their breath.
The ease with which these things had taken her still
shocked her. They were so large, bulky with their grotesque
muscle, but unnaturally graceful. In the close confines of
the corridor she had dropped her useless rocket launcher
when she first spotted the ambush. Drawing her pistol with
reflexes honed by six years in the force, she still only had
time to pull of a half-dozen shots before they were on her.
They had disarmed her, beaten her almost senseless, and
had started to bite through her armor in a space of seconds.
Through a red-black cloud of darkness and pain, she had
dimly witnessed a larger shape bark orders. She was then
pulled roughly to her feet, and the forced march began.
She considered, more than once, envoking her
enhancement, but without Chris to guide her out of this
maze, she knew that freedom from these six guards would be
meaningless.
So she kept up with them as best she could, taking the
abusive blows when the pain in her legs forced her to fall,
trying as hard as she could to maintain control and focus in
the only weapon she had left. Her mind.
Would it be enough, she wondered, and believed, deep
down, that it probably would not.
* * * * *
A dark dream, a dismal place. Then, without warning, a
white hot flare of pain followed by an intense orgasm. As
Shelly came repeatedly, overwhelmed by the intense feelings
of pleasure racking her body, she moaned aloud and screamed
with delight.
But a large hand covered her mouth.
She began breathing evenly, became aware of her
surroundings. Strong arms cradled her frail, battered body.
"Shhh, its okay," whispered Vinn. "We just hit you
with a stim-pack."
"Wha... what level?" she wondered, still enraptured
in a warm afterglow that was decidedly not part of the
normal field ops medical procedure.
"Eleven," Chris whispered, kneeling beside the two
sprawled figures.
"I though they only went to ten."
"Well," Chris blushed, "I had a little something extra
I was saving for Lisa after this mission, but we need you
conscious now."
"How do you feel," Vinn quietly demanded.
Shelly took a quick inventory of herself. Her armor
was ripped to shreds, practically useless. She couldn't
move her left arm, realized that it was broken and had tied
to her side by one of the others. Her legs were aching,
covered in bruises and blood. Not all of it mine, she mused
to herself. She doubted if she could walk more than a mile
before passing out.
"Perfect," she answered, looking up into Vinn's eyes,
"let's go."
"Chris found a terminal that was still working. He's
downloaded a map of the area and identified a central
location that is most probably a holding pen. We think
that's where any surviving scientists will be."
"And Lisa," Chris added quickly.
Vinn looked up at the man. Read the pain he saw in the
face.
"Right, and Lisa."
* * * * *
Lisa struggled with the terrors around her. The
smaller, man-sized demons held her suspended, two of them on
each of her arms and legs. They carried her twisting body
to a low stone table. Craning her neck, Lisa took in the
table and gasped in horror.
It was an altar.
Rising up from a stone dias, the altar had carvings of
dozens of different images. Fangs and horns twisted out of
grotesque, misshapen heads. Enormous penises, ribbed with
spikes, threatened to pull free from the stone with the
fierceness of their erections. Scenes of torture. Men
impaled on spikes; women hanging naked, upside down, from
steel chains, their heads and necks flowing together in a
mass of melted flesh.
The top of the altar was smooth, polished. She was
laid down upon it, and to her continuing horror, the things
shredded what remained of her armor and her uniform.
Then they released her, and she sat upright, naked, on
the cool stone.
She glared at them, defiant, as she looked around her
for something, anything.
She was in a large room, the edges lost in shadow. She
saw what she took to be remains of scientists and marines
scattered about the floor. She wondered how long before
that was her. Not without a damn fight, she silently
declared, as a kernal of white hot rage ignited inside her.
A red glow behind her caught her attention. She turned
her body to face it and was rewarded with a totally alien
site.
A huge, bloated sphere of flesh, glowing a hellish red.
A single eye, glaring in hate and lust and intelligence. A
mouth, housing razor sharp fangs and a tounge that she
somehow knew lusted after her. It floated towards her, and
a deep sigh seemed to resonate through the chamber.
As it approached, two things happened very quickly.
First, she recognized a symbol on a portion of the wall
behind the altar.
Second, she saw two small blue flashes, about six feet
off the ground, in a darkened corner of the room.
She reached down into herself, found her core of rage,
said a silent prayer in hopes that she wasn't screwing up
their rescue plans, and did it.
Her universe stopped making sense as a red filter
closed over her being. She wondered briefly how she had
been captured by so few of the monsters as her berserker
rage took over and Lisa ceased to exist.
She crouched on the altar and dove, straight at the
closest of the beasts. Her fingers found its eyes, gouging
and scraping, as she twisted her flight to land on her feet,
running.
Explosions filled the room, bullets whizzed past her.
Whether friendly or not, she could hardly care. She jumped
and rolled, coming to rest next to the wall. She slapped a
lighted panel next to the symbol she had seen earlier. A
segment of the wall slid aside, and she grabbed the object
revealed.
She turned, a triumphant grimace on her face as she
pulled a short cord and the chainsaw buzzed to menacing
life.
Laughing in maniacal glee, she charged monster after
monster, the smell of fresh blood and gasloline exhaust
filling the room. Severed arms and legs and heads piled
around her as she pushed through the gore to wreak more and
more havoc. The chainsaw sang in her hands, a singing sword
for a new generation.
She stopped when the demons were gone. Whirling
around, she saw three dark figures standing over a fourth, a
pulpy hemisphere of ooze sitting in a pile of black blood.
She grunted, kicked the chainsaw up a notch, and ran at the
remaining figures.
Someone deep inside the beast, however, recognized the
one closest to her. She stopped, stood, and waited.
Breathing deeply, she gradually regained control of herself.
"Chris," she said. Lisa had time to glance down at
dozens of fresh wounds covering her naked body, wounds she
could not remember suffering, before she passed out.
* * * * *
She woke to soft warmth. A delicious sensation between
her legs. She was instantly alert, but refused to tense her
body. Chris was laying across her legs, his arms around her
waist, grabbing the small of her back in his wide hands. He
was gently kissing her thighs, her mons, her clitoris. She
moved a little to let him know she was awake and aware.
He stopped, resting his cheek on her flat, hard
stomach, gazing up at her with an expression that she had
needed to see for far too long.
"That's a real nice way to wake me up, Chris."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stand not touching you any
longer."
"How long?"
"You were in and out of consciousness through the
evac."
"I remember. Kinda. You carried me?"
"Yea. I thought you were going to kill me, I swear to
God I did."
Lisa didn't say anything.
"You just charged me. The others, well, I guess they
knew they were facing a choice. They had you in their
sites. I... I stepped in front of them. Anyway, we've
been back on ship now for about twenty hours. Medics did a
good job on you."
She stretched, testing her healing wounds, and agreed
with him.
"Well, Chris, what do we do now?"
Chris summarized the situation. It seemed to him that
there was only one thing to do. He lowered his head back to
her thighs, brushing her golden hair with his lips, kissing
the skin on her legs, her stomach, her lips.
Lisa let herself go, a warm afterglow from whatever the
medics had done to her mixing quite dreamily with what Chris
was doing to her.
He brought one hand around from her back, dragging his
fingers lightly over her skin, tracing the curve of her hip
with his palm. He rubbed her leg, a wonderful, tone thigh,
a graceful, developed calf. His lips parted her clitoral
hood, his tounge found her most sensitive spot as his hand
traveled up her leg to join his mouth. He gently massaged
with his finger while sucking and licking with mouth and
tounge. He pinched her lips between thumb and forefinger,
gently, and then slid a finger up inside her.
She had been moaning continuously in response to his
actions, but she gasped anew as his finger curled up and
back towards him, drawing an intense wave of feeling from
her. He continued sucking on her clitoris and massaging
inside and outside, wave after wave, his other hand never at
rest, now brushing the tiny hairs standing up in the small
of her back, now rubbing the inside of her elbow, now
encircling a nipple, now tracing lines in the flushed skin
of her chest.
He took her clit in his mouth, sucking continuously
while licking the flesh inside his mouth with his tounge,
totally absorbed by her smell, by the way her body rocked up
and down in response to him. He lazily framed her cheek in
his palm, and she grabbed his hand, taking his fingers one
by one, licking each and sucking their tips. He was
suddenly conscious of just how erect he had become in the
past couple minutes.
She moaned and rocked and could stand no more. Pulling
his head up from her navel, she kissed him ferociously, her
tounge mashing his own inside his mouth, her need
overpowering. He climbed atop her, naked bodies pressed
together.
Oh God, she screamed inside, as his chest closed on her
own, their warm flesh coming together, one body.
And he was going to be inside her, oh, she needed it
now, now, but he wasn't.
Lisa opened her eyes. Chris was staring back down at
her. What, she thought, what...
"I love you." His eyes were filled with tears. He
blinked, to keep them back, but did not lift his head, did
not glance away from her own, suddenly intense gaze.
Was this what I'm after, she asked herself? Am I ready
for this? What's going on?
And as she blinked back tears of her own, she answered,
"I know you do," and he was inside her and the pressure and
the glorious strain and then and then and she came again and
again, rocking violently in his arms, his strong and
wonderful arms.
He held her close to him after. He brushed her hair
out of her face. He watched her drift off to sleep. He
listened to her breathe, listened to her wordless
murmurings, and he knew that she loved him, too.
He wondered why he hadn't noticed it before.
* * * * *
"Vinn, thanks for letting me stay here. I really think
its important for Chris and Lisa to have a little time
together."
"Yes. I, uh, I agree."
"Do you need any help getting the rest of the reports
filed?"
"No, I finished them a couple hours ago, when you were
getting your arm set. I'll need you to look over them, make
sure I got everything, but that can wait."
"Until morning?" Shelly asked, a mock come-on
expression played out on her face.
Vinn started to respond, got choked up, embarassed, was
about to issue an order to her to cover his inadequacy, when
he realized she was smiling at him. Laughing, actually.
"Dammit, Shelly, why can't I talk to you like people?"
"Maybe you're using the wrong words."
She crossed the room, draped one good arm around his
neck, stood up on tiptoe and kissed him. He surprised
himself by returning the kiss, passionately, wrapping his
arms around her back. They stood for some time, engaged in
their embrace.
After the kiss, she stood back down, still in each
others arms. She stared at his eyes, found herself lost in
them again, and smiled.
He smiled back, mind racing, heart pounding.
They lay down on his bunk, together, in each others
arms. And they kissed. And they talked. Like people.
All night.
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