Sensing movement behind her, Flight Lieutenant Waltraud Nowotny grabs her weapon and quickly spins around. "W-who's there!? Show yourself, now!"
"Wait! S-stop! Hold your fire!" Yells Wing Commander Bronislava Safonov.
"A-aah!? C-Commander? I...I'm sorry..." Waltraud lowers her gun sadly. She has dried tears on face.
Bronislava looks behind Waltraud, and notices the bloody belongings of Pilot Officer Ottilie Kittel. "Oh...o-oh no...is...is that...Ottilie?" She quietly says.
"She's gone, Commander...I was too late..." Waltraud confirms. "Whatever this thing is, it killed Ottilie. I know it. She would never have abandoned her locket...even if it had fell into Hell itself. Also, h-her...her blood..."
Bronislava's eyes begin to tear up as well. "Its all my fault! I shouldn't have told her to go alone, I'm...I'm so sorry!"
Waltraud clenches her first. "There's no way you'd have known about the situation. How could we have ever prepared for such a thing?" She then notices that some of Bronislava's clothing is roughed up, and she is bleeding. "Huh? Wait, what happened!?"
"Waltraud...please listen to me. I came here for you, because we have to go. Now! Some time after you left the hangar, t-that thing...that creature...it attacked us! The damn thing snuck into the hangar somehow!" She explains with a scared and frantic expression on her face.
"What!? What about Huberta and Alexandra? W-where are they? Please tell me they are okay!?" Waltraud demands.
"Waltraud...I'm so sorry." Bronislava adverts her eyes, looking down at the ground. "It all happened so fast, but Huberta was able to distract the creature and allow me to escape. As for Alexandra...I...I don't know..."
"Tch! D-dammit! Now we just run away, is that it!? Fly away, like cowards?" Waltraud angrily objects.
"W-we have to! I've now seen, and experienced it, first hand! This thing is beyond our capabilities, we must retreat and get help! Besides, it was...it was Huberta's last request."
Waltraud closes her eyes tightly, and clenches her teeth.
"Not only that...but we won't be flying either, since that damn thing destroyed all of the striker units as well!" The Commander reveals, as she punches a nearby wall.
Suddenly, Waltraud opens her eyes, as if she had realized something. She turns back around and looks at the bloody heart-shaped locket, and the transceiver. "No...no, this isn't right." She faintly says to herself.
Bronislava looks over to the pile again as well. "H-huh? What now?"
"I did not do this to respect her memories, Commander...this pile was exactly the way I had found it, including her earpiece," she explains, as she walks over and picks it up. "It was placed right next to her belongings, and was turned on. That is how I came across this in the first place!" She reveals.
"Wait...that thing was in the hangar, b-but...then that means...oh no!" Bronislava realizes it too.
Waltraud throws the transceiver against a wall, destroying it. She clicks her tongue, "tch...divide and conquer." She mutters.
Back at the hangar, Vor is currently advancing towards his next victim while licking his chops. I should really get some chap stick after this mission is over, he briefly thinks to himself.
Without thinking much about it, Flying Officer Alexandra Şerbănescu starts running out of the hangar. Help...I need someone to help me...
"Ah, so you wish to run away? How exciting." He taunts out loud and then charges after her, with loud thumps following along with him.
The ruby haired Ostmark Witch frantically runs down the hallways, going no where in particular, muttering out loud for someone to help. "Help...p-please...haauaa..s-someone please help..." Eventually, she stumbles into the kitchen area and accidentally corners herself.
Soon enough, the hunter enters the room as well. "So...how do you wish to die, after I rape you? Still want to feel my dick inside your brains, perhaps? Or...would you like a different way to die?"
"No! G-go away!" Desperate and hysterical, she reaches for anything she can find to defend herself. She grabs a large kitchen knife first, and jams it into the beast's chest.
"Ouch," Vor says sarcastically, and then pulls it out with ease. "Ah! You wish to be stabbed? Is that your choice then? So be it..." He then, lazily, takes a few swipes at her.
One of the attacks cut open her arm, tearing her uniform's sleeve. "GAAAAuuagh!" She yelps in pain, and then grabs another object; a large metal frying pan. As hard as possible, she smashes him over the head with it.
Of course, this does absolutely nothing.
"Adorable..." He says to himself, as he snatches the frying pan out of her hand with zero effort. "Is this your choice then? Good idea. I wouldn't want you to die too quickly anyway," he says, as he towers over her.
Bleeding all over the tiled floor, cowering in a corner, she whimpers and cries. "P-please...some one h-help!"
"No one is coming to save you," he says as he raises the frying pan into the air, and then bashes her on the head with it; using minimal strength. Bop.
"AAAArraagh!" She yells in pain, as she collapses to the ground. It leaves a minor bump.
The vicious Vorlock wastes no time, literally, pouncing on top of Alexandra.
Pinned to the ground, her eyes were blank. She did not even bother to resist any more, and continues to mumble quietly. "Hub..ert..a...p-please...h-help...me..." She calls for someone who is no longer alive. "H-Hub..ert..a...help...me."
"Hmm?" He climbs on top of Alex's shivering body, positioning himself so that he may get to 'work' on her. "Huberta von Bonin is dead, Witch. Have you forgotten already?" His dark dick erects and throbs with excitement; ready for its next victim. "Allow me to help you remember," he asks in a cold and twisted manner, as he raises the frying pan again.
"No...please s-stop hurting me...either leave me alone, or kill me!" Alexandra begs.
Her begging for a swift death makes his dick solidify even harder, as it begins to twitch and pulsate rapidly. "Do not worry, you'll get your wish." He slams the pan down onto her head again, this time doing it a little harder. Bonk.
"GAAaah," shrieks the red head. A single stream of blood drips down her pale forehead.
Vor licks it off, and then proceeds to hit her again. Bam.
"Aaagh!" After another yelp, she then continues to whimper and beg, getting weaker and more dizzy after each impact. "S-Sto..p...le..ave me...alo..ne..." Meanwhile, more blood starts dripping down her beautifully pure face.
Still on top of her body - almost crushing her with his weight - Vor leans closer towards her face. "Alexandra, it is quite possible that you're my most favorite Witch yet." Vor confesses his 'love' towards her. "After all, the most dangerous of prey are always the best ones to ravage! It is such a thrilling experien-"
The creature's words are interrupted by another spit to his face. "Fuck...you..." She manages to whisper.
Just like how Huberta had expressed earlier, Alex isn't in the mood for being toyed with either - even despite her current mental state, and despite getting bashed on the head a few times.
At that very moment, he snatches the red head's slender neck in one of his large, dark, hands.
"AAAACK!?" Her eyes widen with absolute horror and despair.
Right away, he begins squeezing the life out of her. "What was that? Did you say something? Hmm?" He angrily asks, while his other hand still clenches the bloody, metal, frying pan.
Normally not one to get upset so easily - if at all - this is a rare moment where Vor is becoming a bit more aggressive than usual.
Alex starts to choke and wildly kick her legs. "UAuaack! Huaaaah..."
"Yes...YES! Struggle, Alexandra! Struggle and squirm! It feels so good to finally do this to you, and to have your body wiggle and rub against mine," Vor expresses his joy, as he raises the pan into the air again. "You're so strong, and now you're nothing but a scared, wounded, animal." He strikes her over the head again. Bam.
Alexandra clenches her eyes tight, as she is choked and beaten. She tries with all her remaining strength to escape, but it just isn't good enough against such a powerful foe.
"Go ahead and struggle. It only makes me harder." He continues smashing her head in with the frying pan, splattering blood all over cabinets, tiles, and walls. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.
Huberta...help...me. Save...me... Alex continues thinking of fantasies, as she attempts to beat against, and punch, Vor's rock hard body until her knuckles begin to lightly bleed.
The poor girl was slowly becoming less and less aware of reality. Either due to being traumatized earlier - seeing Huberta's death - or due to getting bashed over the head repeatedly.
At this point, the frying pan was now a bent, and bloody, mess. He decides to strike her head again, just for good measure. Whack.
With that last hit, the base of the frying pan breaks off the handle. The top of Alexandra's skull was slightly cracked open, and face completely covered with pouring blood . Small squirts were felt from the top of her hair - which was now more red than before.
"It seems I am finished with this," he mumbles, while tossing the broken pan to the side.
Alexandra continues to struggle; still alive, yet barely conscious.
As the evil creature continues to choke and squeeze the Witch's alluring neck, he then tears off a section of her black pantyhose. Her legs continue to kick as he, easily, pushes them to the side so that he could get to her panties next.
"A-aaaa-a...guaaah..." She still manages to make faint, cute sounding, noises while getting raped and throttled.
While ripping off her panties, he speak again. "Want to know why I like you so much? Because you hurt me. Badly," he reveals. "You're the first Witch to ever make me feel true pain, as well as the first to have ever forced me to regenerate myself so much!" As he continues to choke her, he begins fondling her breasts - still fully clothed - in addition to licking tears and blood off her cute face. "As a result of your actions, your reward is pain and suffering. Congratulations, and be proud of this accomplishment."
Alex rolls her, beautiful, amber brown eyes upward. "Guuaacck...guuaaahhhaa!" Her magical familiar - a Shepherd - is still released, and her doggy tail whips back and forth as she squirms her legs about. The fabric of the black pantyhose rubbed against Vor's body, and his dick, which only added onto his horniness.
"Just like I did with Huberta, I am going to take my sweet time with you. In fact...I want to spend many hours with you, all night long, until the sun comes up. Would you enjoy that, Alex?" He asks while kissing her cheeks, and licking her famous scar.
The slobbery licks across Alexandra's scarred eye causes it to close instinctively. The feeling of her cheeks, and eyelid, was very smooth to the touch, along with a delicious taste of fresh salt and blood. Just underneath the skin's thin surface, the faint feeling of her twitching, stirring, magic imbued eye was felt.
"UUAaaaaack! A-a-auuuah..." Now drooling, her vision began to blur.
Vor whispers, "you truly are a precious thing. No wonder Huberta loved you so much." He kisses her on the lips; the quivering tickles his tongue. He then slowly pushes the ends of her uniform upward. "What a small - yet strong - body you have." He begins kissing and licking her smooth, twitching, belly. "Mmmmm..." There was a faint feeling of tensed up abs, indicating that she exercises fairly often.
Her delicate neck gulped and convulsed as he squeezes harder; barely even using his full strength, so not to kill her instantly. Her kicking continued until her shoes flew off, revealing her scrunched up - pantyhose covered - toes. They slid back and forth on the kitchen's, cold, tiled floor.
Vor was finally ready to fuck Alexandra, at long last. His large member was throbbing with anticipation, especially due to Alex getting beaten over the head. During the Witch's continuous squirming and wiggling, he shoves his cock deep inside. "ERMMmmmmm..." He moans loudly, penetrating her wet pussy.
"Aaaaauhhh...uuuraarrk!" Alex tries her best to make her complaints heard, despite being throttled to death.
Vor relishes in the moment; choking and raping Alexandra. "Mmmm...yes! This feels amazing! Every time I rape and kill one of you Witches, it is always better than the last!" He begins pumping into her, building up his cum.
"GET OFF OF HER!" Suddenly, seemingly out of no where, another voice is heard from the hallway. Quickly followed by the sounds of gunfire.
A red magical shield blocks the bullets.
"GRRRRAAAAARGH! Who dares disturb me!? I've had ENOUGH of these interruptions!" Vor roars with anger, and quickly releases himself from Alexandra.
"HUaaaargha! Aaahck...kaah!" Alexandra gasps for air, and starts coughing while clenching her neck.
Waltraud shouts to her. "Please forgive us for leaving your side, Alex! We'll take care of this beast together! Please run, and get out of this base while you still can! As for you..." The tomboy Witch reloads her weapon, and stares directly at the Vorlock's eyes. "This ends right here, right now!" She promises.
"We've made up our minds, you damn demon! No matter what happens, we will never leave a Witch behind! We're sticking together until the very end!" Wing Commander Bronislava yells, and begins firing at the charging Vorlock.
"A-aaah...H-Hubert..a..?" Alex faintly whispers, before falling unconscious.
"I'll kill you for what you did to Ottilie, demon!" Waltraud shouts, as she begins firing again.
"Ah! So, you found my tribute towards your deceased comrade! Tell me, Waltraud Nowotny, was it respectful enough for such a weakling as her?" He grins evilly and taunts, trying to rile Waltraud up.
"Grrrr." I was told this thing was intelligent...he is definitely trying to distract me, but it won't work on me. No. I already know that he is wrong, and that is all that matters. "Tch...nice try," she clicks her tongue and gives a cold response, before resuming her attacks.
Vor frowns. "Hmph...how boring," he replies and continues to deflect all their shots with his magical shields.
Slowly, he advances closer towards the two Witches. They sprint down the halls - firing behind them - heading towards the location of the base's armory.
Despite high probabilities of meeting their dooms, Waltraud and Bronislava had decided to remain at base, and fight until the very end. Their new plan is to attempt blowing up the entire base with the creature still trapped inside it...but will it succeed?
Twenty minutes of exciting action later...
The chaotic fighting had brought the Vorlock, and the two remaining Typhoon Witches, in to another area of the base. Many hallways, and various rooms, were now completely in ruins. Bullet holes were scattered all over the place, and walls had been torn apart wherever they battled; like a trail of breadcrumbs.
However, it was all for naught.
Pinned against a wall, within the HQ's armory, was a defeated Witch; now within the deadly clutches of the Witch killer.
"Trying to blow yourselves up, along with me? Foolish Witches...even if you had succeeded, did you really think it would have been enough to destroy me? You only wasted my time, nothing more." Vor gloats in front of the two, beautiful and defenseless, women.
"If you're so confident, then let us do it then!" Waltraud responds, with determination and hatred in her eyes. "Y-you're going to kill us anyway, right? Or are you a coward!?"
"Oooh...you're quite feisty, aren't you?" The evil being taunts, as he kisses the brown haired girl on the lips. "If you die now...then we won't be able to have any fun, would we?"
Bronislava Safonov lays towards the side of the room, helplessly watching Vor as he prepares to rape, and snuff, Waltraud Nowotny. A very heavy, and large, chunk of the ceiling was pinning the Commander's strong, attractive, body to the ground. Her back was now broken, as she cries out in pain while being crushed. "GAaaaaagh! W-Waltraud! No! RUN!" She screams.
Vor began tightly squeezing Waltraud's large breasts, groping through her leather jacket. She was bigger than she had initially appeared.
"T-tch! I d-do not understand the fascination with female breasts! Release me at once, and fight me normally!" She complains.
Just then, Vor slowly unzips her leather jacket. "Be a good girl, and you'll be rewarded." The jacket opens and he unbuttons her green shirt next. Soon enough, her plump breasts plop outward - with bra still attached.
As expected, she's indeed very large. Maybe not as big as Huberta's were, but definitely a decent size.
"Mmm...I am a soldier before I am a woman, I-I d-do not care for s-such perverted things..." Waltraud explains, while stuttering nervously and blushing madly.
"Sure, whatever you say." Vor ignores her, and rips off the bra.
Her breasts were firm and soft to the touch, as well as perfectly round and wonderfully squishable.
"Kyaaah!?" She lets out a cute scream, and tries to cover herself up with her arms.
"N-no! Get off her! Have your way with me instead, you brute...but leave her alone!" Bronislava yells out. She then looks over to the back of the room, and sees the large stockpile of missiles they were planning to set off. Dammit! If only...wait a minute! She suddenly thinks of a new idea. I still have my sidearm...if I could shoot it at it, then...then... She hesitates for a moment and looks back over to Waltraud, who is seconds way from getting raped.
Vor penetrates his rock hard cock deep inside of the defeated Witch. It was filled with pent-up energy, and was eager to continue where it had left off; raping an Ostmark Witch.
Wagging her tail desperately, the bitch screams. "AAAaaahh! Nooo! S-stop!" This bastard...I can't let him get away with this! I have to escape somehow, Waltraud thinks to herself.
Bronislava closes her eyes tightly, and grits her teeth. No...it must done. Not just for us, but for the entire planet. May God help us all. She reaches inside of her uniform and grabs on to a pistol with her smooth, delicate, hand; tucked closely against her bosom. She pulls it out quietly, and aims. The beautiful Commander's mouth faintly opens, unknowingly, as she is very focused on making the shot count. Her long, well-manicured, finger slowly pulls down on the trigger.
However, with lightning fast reflexes, Vor raises his hand and blocks the shot - almost as if he had sensed she would fire. The bullet sank halfway into the thick, dark, girth of Vor's hand. It then innocently falls out, as a result of him quickly healing.
"What!? But how? No..." Bronislava whispers to herself, with teared up eyes.
"So very predictable...and so very naughty." He says while his red eyes begin to glow.
Waltraud screams louder than she has ever done before. "NO! STOP! KILL ME INSTEAD, YOU BASTAAARD!"
No...this is it, I'm going to die! I'm so sorry Waltraud...Huberta...everyone! I'm so very sorry. The Orussian closes her pretty eyes once again, and prepares for a horrible death.
But Vor does not melt her attractive face, like she was expecting. Rather, he carefully melts her pistol instead.
"KYAAAAH!" She screams in pain, as she quickly throws the pistol to the side. Her beautiful hand was now badly burned and scarred; bits of skin was peeling off her fingers too. "Tssch...you really are a fucking bastard!"
"Be patient, woman. You'll be next once I am done with your friend." Vor then resumes his unrelenting humping of Waltraud.
The Commander glares at him with angry, twitching, eyebrows and piercing eyes. "Go to fucking Hell." She then spits towards his direction, but of course it barely reaches him.
"AAa-aaaraagh! N-n-n-noo!" The Ostmark Witch squirms and moans. "AAaaah! AAah! Haaau...huaaah...MMMMmmmm~"
Turning her face away, blushing heavily, Bronislava cannot bear to watch any longer. She's disgusted and angry that such a thing was being done to a well-respected, and beloved, Witch such as Waltraud. "S-such a thing...how revolting...truly horrible." She quietly mutters to herself, but her mind ponders differently as she begins to blush. If I am about to die...well...I do wonder how being raped would actually feel, hmmm...n-no! Never! I want nothing to do with this horrible beast! I'd rather have my neck snapped, than to look at that thing's eyes for any longer...
Vor grips on to the sleeves of her black leather jacket tightly, pulling at it and slightly ripping it. "Shhhhh, good doggy," he whispers, while kissing and licking her handsome face.
The very serious Witch was trying to, desperately, hold back the sinful pleasures she was experiencing. "A-AAaah~" But it wasn't working.
After building up his climax, he blasts semen inside the captured Witch. "MMMMRRAAAAAaaaahh.." He moans loudly, pumping and thrusting into her crotch.
Waltraud's muscles were clenched and tensed up, trying to pull herself away. She's a very tough girl who takes very good care of her body - exercising regularly - but she's not tough enough to escape Vor's, sex-fueled, wrath.
Vor continues to cum inside; humping and thrusting against her amazingly fit and well-maintained body. "MMMmm, yeah...that's good. Very good, indeed. I hope it's enjoyable for you as well?"
"Tch! Yeah right, in your d-dreams...a-a-aahhn~" Waltraud tries to deny her urges, but she isn't very good at lying.
"Is that so? Well, let's see how you feel about round two," Vor says as he slowly pulls himself out of Waltraud's cunt.
"AAahh~ Mmmm~" The tomboy closes her eyes and moans, while the long and thick rod slowly pulls out from inside her. "A-a-aaah...g-grrr..what did you mean by that!?" She demands, as she cutely shuffles her large hips back and forth while pulling her panties back up.
Vor thought to himself, yes...dominating the strong is always far more rewarding than dominating the weak; especially when it results in their unexpected deaths, after sexually assaulting them. I was made for this...I'll never grow tired of it!
"Answer me, creep!" With wrinkling eyebrows, she stares up to him and glares with very serious, angry, green eyes. She's an extremely attractive and handsome girl, especially when flustered and upset.
This look of defiance in her face made him hungry for more. "You'll see soon enough, tough girl." He says in an ominous tone, as he places his powerful hands on top of the brown haired girl's shoulders. He then pushes her down, forcing her to her knees.
"G-Gaaaah!?" She squeals, as her knees land a bit hard on the cold floor. The proud dog's fluffy tail continued waving left and right, trying to fend off the scary threat. But it is no use...she is done for.
"Open wide, soldier girl!" Vor jams his 3 foot cock down Waltraud throat.
"W-what!? NO, STOP! PLE-AAASARGH-MMMM!?" She begs to be spared, but her words are interrupted by Vor's dominant dong.
The dark dick of death speeds past her teeth, her slithering tongue, and down the wet hole.
Bronislava watches, completely horrified. "What are you doing to her!? Stop! NO!" She begs for the madness to end.
But it has only just begun.
Vor tightens his grip on Waltraud's head, and grasps the Witch's boyishly short hair. Overwhelmed with pleasure, he pulls at her hair while continuing to thrust his large dick down the poor girl's throat. In and out. In and out.
The anti-social tomboy shows pain in her face, likely due to her hair getting pulled while choking on the monster's long and thick rod. "GAAHHACK!? MMMMAAAUAaack! GUAAALUaaarg..." She is now choking to death on the Vorlock's throbbing dick. I've fought Neuroi far harder than this perverted creep! I've shot down hundreds! This is not how I will die! No, not today! NOT LIKE THIS!
The messed up monster continues to hump her face, petting her doggy ears and caressing her brown hair as he enjoys her final moments of life; dedicated only to pleasing him.
"MMmmmmm...yess...I'm going to cum again very very soon, my lovely doggy." He slowly whispers to the skillful fighter. "Your erotic execution will be very enjoyable for both of us...don't worry." He tries to 'calm' her as he continues to fuck her in the face before snuffing her life.
Waltraud's floppy dog ears bounced up and down, as her head was vigorously fucked. No! It can't end like this! I have to avenge Ottilie, I will! I promise! I swear it! During her final moments alive, she foolishly thinks of silly things.
However, Vor felt as if something was missing. "Hmm? Oh...what do we have here?" While trusting Waltraud's head back and forth - forcing her to give him an amazing blowjob - he looks down towards her neck, and notices her blue scarf; still tucked into her uniform.
"You're choking her! Stop! STOP!" The Wing Commander shrieks.
Surprisingly, Vor pulls out of her mouth. He then begins to stroke himself and speak, "mmmm, so how does it taste so far?" He asks.
"CAuaaagh! Aaargh...kaaauack! Haauaa-a-a...y-you...you're sick! G-gaah...how d-dare you!?" Waltraud complains, as she coughs and gasps for breath.
Bronislava is both surprised and curious that Vor actually stopped, she then narrows her eyes and continues to glare at him. What is this bastard planning now?
Vor frowns, "hmmm, not happy? A pity...however, I know a way to make your final moments left on Earth a bit more...kinky." He provides a dark promise, as he repositions himself for re-entry.
The highly skillful, and respected, Ostmark Witch speaks the final words that will ever leave her mouth. "NO! No more! I can't breathe when you do this! Please s-stop! STOP! DON'T DO IT! GRR! NOOO-O-OURRRRAAAAARPHH-MMMmm!" She tries clenching her teeth to prevent it, but he still manages to force his thick member down her throat again.
Back inside it goes, and the trusting continues. In and out. In and out.
"NOO! STOOOP!" Bronislava shouts. "You damn monster! AAAAARGH!" Her cries and screams are filled with sorrow and pain, as she tries freeing herself from underneath the heavy debris.
No! Not again! NO! "MMMhmMmm!" Waltraud punches and hits his body, using all her strength and magic. She tries to stand herself back up, but Vor pushes her head, and shoulders, back down again; on her knees, where she belongs. "EERRMM!?"
This erotic, naughty, sexual act will be her final 'battle' whether she likes it or not.
After having his eye on it for awhile, the Vorlock decides to pull her, favorite, blue scarf off of her slender neck. "This looks really good on you, it goes well with your beautiful green eyes." He 'flirts' with her, as he continues to choke her with his large penis.
Waltraud's eyes track the creatures hand, as he removes the scarf. "MMRRMM!?" Hey! Give that back!
Vor could tell that she didn't want it removed, just by her expression alone. "Do not concern yourself, Waltraud Nowotny. I'll put it back on, very soon. It was uneven, so please allow me to fix it for you." He tells the truth, wearing an evil grin.
Bronislava Safonov grits her teeth very tightly. This asshole thinks he can do anything to her...what a damn bastard! There must be something I can do, we can't ALL die today...right? Such a thing is unheard of, we are Witches...we HAVE to win! The Wing Commander thinks to herself, trying to block out the pain and reject reality.
The dark crimson beast unravels the pretty blue scarf, holding it above the doomed Witch's head. "That's right...keep going and keep sucking. Good, just like that. Yess...good dog...we're almost done here..."
After hearing those words, Waltraud suddenly realizes that she was now sucking the huge cock on her own - without the Vorlock controlling her head. Wait...what am I doing!? I have to stop, I have to get out of here! Waltraud, get yourself together! She begins blushing again, as her tail continues to wag with a mix of fear and sexual stimulation.
Bronislava blushes as well, noticing that Waltraud was slowly enjoying it. No, this is wrong! Waltraud, please get away! But...I do wonder how if feels...ermm. "Mmmmmm..." The naughty Commander faintly moans to herself, thinking of strange things; momentarily forgetting her own body's pain.
"Mmmmm, yesss...YES! It is almost time...ready to die, bitch?" Vor announces to the female dog, mere seconds away from cumming down her throat.
These scary words snap both Witches back into reality, and their pupils shrink with pure fear.
"Please stand still, my love." Vor speaks quietly, lowering the scarf back down to her neck as he continues to fuck the handsome girl's mouth.
Suddenly, Waltraud feels her own scarf begin to wrap around her neck. "MMN!?" Hey!? W-what the Hell is he doing?
"This is what you get for interrupting me earlier." Once positioned around her neck, Vor pulls both ends of the scarf; tightening it. "Enjoy a slow, agonizing, insulting death!" He proudly declares, humping faster than ever before.
"MMMRRMMPPH!?" Waltraud's heart sinks, and she turns even more pale than usual. W-what!? He is doing such a thing!? NO! Ottilie, I'll escape and avenge you! I'll KILL him! I'm gonna escape right NOW! I won't die! I WILL NOT DIE HERE!
Very slowly, the debris on top of Commander Bronislava begins to shift and move. "O-oh my God...no...no! Don't do it! DON'T!" She shouts while trying to desperately free herself with all her might.
Waltraud is currently suffocating on dick, getting strangled by her own scarf, and soon...she'll be drowning in cum; all at the same time.
Before the beautiful Wing Commander could free herself properly, the Vorlock's second, massive, wave of cum was soon to arrive - at long last.
"MMMMRRRPPHMMMRRMMMM!" Still being forced on her knees, with determination and hatred in her green eyes, she makes one last desperate struggle for survival. Attempting to pull her mouth away, tugging at her tightened blue scarf, trying to get up, biting down on the evil dick as hard as she could, scratching at the creature's legs, punching and hitting him...but it was no good. It wasn't long before her face started to turn blue. "MMRRMMMMMmmmm..."
Such a determined and serious woman, right until her last breath.
Right on schedule, Vor shoots a powerfully concentrated injection of white goo down the loyal Witch's throat. "RRRAAAAAARGHH!" He roars in pleasure, as he unleashes another tidal wave of semen that pours down the defeated Witch's throat.
"Nooooo! Stop! You're killing her! NO!" Bronislava screams at the top of her lungs, while still trapped.
With his large cock shoved down even deeper into her throat, and still keeping the scarf tight around the neck, he continues pumping more cum inside of her. "That's right baby, give in to it. Yeah...that's right. Good. Give in and die...you know you want to, don't fight it." He whispers.
"MMMNAARGHTH! MMMMNNnnn...GGRAAaaa...ggurpluraaa...aaa...aa...a..." As if obeying his commands, the tomboy's eyes roll upward while making her final, erotic, gurgles. Waterfalls of cum shoot back out of her suffocating throat, pushing past the sides of Vor's dick, and out her nose as well.
"Mmmmm...yess. Take it. Drink it all, and die." He pumps in and out, as more and more squirts of semen enter the poor girl's body. Pump. Pump. Pump. At the same time, he then begins to pet the dying Witch's brown hair. "Shhhhhh...that's a good doggy. Shhh...good girl...that's right, just like that." He faintly mumbles as he starts to slow down his thrusts, humping her face and caressing her, boyishly, short hair. "Time to rest."
Bronislava cries hysterically, shaking her head back and forth. "Oh my God! WALTRAAAUD! LET HER GO! NOOOOO! Please God, nooo! NO! She's going to die! Let her GOO!" As she struggles in despair, her beautiful silver hair waves left and right, and her cute rabbit ears wobble.
Within just a few more moments, Waltraud stops resisting and stops making gurgling noises. Next, the Witch's arms fell to her sides and stopped their struggling. The signs of life escaped her eyes, and her angry eyebrows soon began to calm down. Lastly, the faint sounds of dripping can be heard. Drip. Drip.
While Bronislava continues to be hysterical, she suddenly takes a moment to glance down at Waltraud's smooth, bare, legs and notices fresh, warm, urine. "Aah...aa..s-such a thing...!? No..oh no..." She whimpers, with her hands to her mouth, as she watches drips of piss appear from beneath the tomboy's stained panties, just underneath her leather bomber jacket; slowly streaming down her well-fit and attractive legs, onto the floor and into her kinky combat boots. Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Thank you, Waltraud. That was absolutely wonderful. But just for good measure..." Suddenly, with his dick still lodged inside of her mouth and his hands placed on her soft hair, Vor does a quick twisting motion. During just a split second of time, her head rotates, vertically, about 90 degrees.
Snap!
"!?" Bronislava quickly jumps with fright. Her heart skips a beat, and begins to flutter.
Waltraud's neck was instantly broken with a quick, satisfyingly loud, crack. The tomboy's body violently jerked and twitched right when he did it, and then stopped moving forever - indicating that a small fraction of her was still alive.
Better safe than sorry.
Just after getting startled by the quick motion, and horrible sound, she then makes an audible gulping sound as her chest starts to tighten up.
"EERMMmmmmmm...so good." He moans loudly, one final time, as another few squirts of cum shoot down her throat. "I love that sound," he admits with a satisfied grin.
While the pretty Wing Commander helplessly watched and screamed in horror, Flight Lieutenant Waltraud Nowotny - the widely loved, highly skillful, talented, and attractive Ostmark Witch under her command - was raped and murdered quite easily.
In other words, she died like a bitch.
"No...noo! NOO! Waltraud! No! No! NO! Oh my fucking God! You fucking monster! WALTRAAUD! NOOOOOO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!? OH GOD NOOO! NO! KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She screeches loudly, knowing that another one of her best Witches - as well as another best friend - is dead forever. "AAAAAaaaahuaaahaa...n-nooo...no! NO! Waltraud...wwaaah...nooo...NOOOO!" She begins to break down and cry, while banging her fist on the ground until it bleeds.
To be continued...