A/N: And here is where the sadism really starts to kick in~
Enjoy~
The Mist – Chapter 8
Time From Simulation Start: 19 Minutes
It had been just under twenty minutes since the attack started.
The initial barrages of gunfire and cries of Ship-Girls had dimmed to nothing, leaving the fog-covered base feeling ominously lifeless. No breeze blew through the half-destroyed buildings, the very air turning stale. Almost every building had taken some damage in the assault, ranging from mild to severe – the Eagle Union dorms was in relatively good condition, whilst the Ironblood dorms was nothing more than a smouldering wreck, fires still burning amongst the wreckage.
Z23 carefully kept her breathing quiet, pressing her back against the cool metal wall of the serving counter. She had been in the cafeteria when the attack began, and upon realising they were under attack had gone outside to join the defence. Several other Ship-Girls who were in the cafeteria at the time assisted her, and together they held back the inhuman creatures for several minutes.
However the creatures didn't stop; they just kept coming. One by one the defenders fell until only Z23 was left, forcing her to retreat. The monsters chased her behind the cafeteria into the storage buildings, and she succeeded in losing them. However she didn't dare run blindly into the thick mist, instead returning to the cafeteria and taking solace in the kitchen area, hiding.
Distant footsteps reached her ears and Z23 tensed, daring to peek her head over the edge of the serving counter, faintly hopeful it was help.
The source entered her line of sight a moment later – Shiratsuyu, the Sakura Destroyer. The petite girl was bleeding from the arm, her shirt stained bright crimson and scared tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. She ran as fast as she could, but her movements were clearly hampered by a limp on her left leg.
Several more pairs of heavy footsteps chased after her, a group of three Lizardmen chasing after the Destroyer. There was no contest; by the time Shiratsuyu covered half the room, the creatures were upon her – one tackling her to the ground and eliciting a cry of pain from the petite girl, followed by a terror-filled cry for help as the reptilian creature lustfully tore off her white panties.
''Ah! N-No, let go of me- AH!''
Shiratsuyu cried out, thrashing as the Lizardman slammed its erect cock into her small pussy with enough force to jerk her body forwards. The petite Destroyer wailed as it pounded into her with wild abandon, only for her cries to be muffled as another Lizardman shoved its cock in her mouth. Her eyes screwed shut as she was fucked from two ends, choked sobs escaping her stuffed mouth as both creatures pounded into her wildly.
Z23 cringed, tearing her gaze away from the violent defilement and instead looking around the small kitchen area for a way out. The kitchen was built in a long rectangular shape, with the walls lined with counter-tops, sinks, ovens and other small machinery such as microwaves and blenders. The kitchen itself was in relatively good condition, with only a few holes in the ceiling and a couple small ones in the far wall.
The only exit to the kitchen was a door leading to the cafeteria... the same cafeteria where Shiratsuyu was currently being defiled.
Swallowing her nerves, the busty Destroyer quietly shifted onto her hands and knees, crawling across the tiled floor towards the end of the kitchen – perhaps there was a secret hatch or a usable vent shaft or just something she could use to get out of here and regroup with the others.
So consumed with tense panic she nearly didn't spot a flicker of blue in her peripheral. Her gaze immediately darted to the side, fear gripping her heart as she pre-emptively imagined the horrors ready to attack her – only to spot a face hiding in an ajar cupboard.
''F-Fubuki...?''
Within the tight confines of a cupboard, was Fubuki. The blue-haired Destroyer was curled into a ball to fit in the small space, beads of sweat running down her forehead and a tense smile on her face. Her hand was tightly grasping the edge of the cupboard, clearly having desperately tried to close the door in on herself, thus hiding her completely instead of leaving the door slightly ajar.
''H-Hey.'' Fubuki whispered tensely, smiling uneasily.
The echoing cries of Shiratsuyu drew their attention for a long moment, their gazes flickering to the side before they slowly turned back to one another.
''It's not safe here.'' Z23 murmured meaningfully.
''I know. I found a vent near the far end of the kitchen, next to an oven.'' Fubuki replied quickly, reluctantly shifting out of her hiding spot. ''It's bolted shut though; I managed to get one of the screws out before I heard something and hid.''
Z23 nodded, a flicker of hope kindling in her chest as she crawled on all fours down the kitchen, hearing Fubuki quietly follow. Neither dared to stand up – doing so would put them in clear line-of-sight of the Lizardmen in the cafeteria, and while they could handle three Lizardmen the resulting attention their fight would garner would spell their end.
It took barely thirty seconds to reach the other end of the kitchen, but to the two Destroyers it felt like an eternity. The attack had clearly interrupted the chefs, as many of the appliances were still on or in various states of ruin – a blender had its top blown off, hot liquid staining the walls and ceiling with the red-brown substance, while an oven thrummed as it continued cooking whatever was inside it. More than once they nearly jumped out their skin as a device sparked or a machine groaned, nervously glancing over their shoulders to see if it had drawn the unwanted attention of a curious creature.
Wordlessly Fubuki tapped Z23 on the leg, getting her attention and pointing over to a still-active oven. Just past it, partially hidden behind the ventilation shaft above the oven, was a metal vent grate. Square in shape and with thin metal bars crossing horizontally; pinned in place by four screws in the corners.
The problem was the vent was near the ceiling. In other words, they'd have to stand atop the counter... in plain view of the cafeteria.
Z23 swallowed, looking back at Fubuki. ''How are you on ammunition?''
''Mostly full.'' She replied quietly, her rigging not manifested, but ready to at a moments notice. The tight confines of the kitchen didn't give either any hope, however.
''Keep watch.'' The Ironblood Destroyer ordered.
Fubuki nodded, hesitantly rising to feet. The three Lizardmen were still there, their backs turned as they defiled Shiratsuyu, muffled screams still audible from such a distance. Fubuki took a ready stance, prepared to summon her rigging at the slightest sign of awareness.
Not wasting any time Z23 quickly but carefully swung one leg up onto the black marble counter-top, climbing onto the smooth surface. Next to her an oven was active, a pot of water boiled dry and slowly growing red from the intense heat. She ignored it, instead focusing on the vent hatch before her – taking note of the missing screw in the bottom-left. She reached for the bottom-right one, grabbing it between her index finger and thumb, and pulled.
Her enhanced strength served her well, the low hissing sound of metal-on-metal reaching her ears as she slowly tore the screw out of its holding. Her hand nearly jerked back as it came loose, her hand wrapping around the screw to prevent it flying away and making noise. Spending a precious second to carefully lay it down on the counter-top, she quickly went for the next one, yanking it out of its holding and leaving the hatch suspended by a single screw.
The last screw hissed as she pulled it out, her hand shaking slightly as nervousness coursed through her. She was so close...
''Hey, Z23...?''
''What is it?'' The Ironblood Destroyer murmured, straining as she pulled the screw out.
''Is it getting hot in here...?''
''Just the ovens.'' Z23 deflected the query.
Unbeknownst to the two girls, it wasn't the ovens. From one of the holes in the ceiling two creatures watched, sinister grins marring their human-like faces. Their bright red skin stood at odds to the grey mist behind them, their eyes glowing a fiery orange and messy black hair covering their scalps. The most obvious giveaway was the pair of curved horns jutting out their heads, bat-like wings and the furry goat-like legs. Demons.
Slowly, with all the grace of a twisted Angel, one of the Demons descended through the hole. Fubuki was oblivious, her gaze torn between the three Lizardmen in the cafeteria and Z23, her fear fuelling her impatience.
''I've got it.'' Z23 whispered, handing Fubuki the detached vent grate. ''Shall I...?''
''Go.'' Fubuki ushered with quiet haste.
Z23 obliged, bending over and sticking her arms into the vent shaft with a quiet grunt. She stuck her head in next, wriggling to fit her shoulders inside. The vent was a tight-fit, but it was usable – she was unfamiliar with the vent systems in the cafeteria, but she knew for certain that there was a vent opening in the maintenance room underground. All they would have to do is try and navigate the vents until they reached underground, and they had a better chance.
Fubuki stared at Z23 as she crawled into the vent, when suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Like breath was brushing against her neck. In an instant she summoned her rigging, spinning around to face the threat – and froze up as she found a demonic face mere inches from her, grinning darkly.
A red-skinned hand darted out, wrapping around the barrels of her gun and crushing it without warning. Fubuki jerked back in surprise, preparing to launch her torpedoes even at such close range, only for the Demon to punch her in the stomach. The sudden strike winded her, stunning her for a precious second, and giving the demonic creature long enough to tear off her torpedo tubes, throwing them aside-
-and for the second Demon to catch them, grinning wickedly as it threw them through the hole in the roof, unbothered as it heard them explode outside.
''F-Fubuki!'' Z23 shouted worriedly, quickly trying to wriggle her torso back out of the vent.
''G-Go!'' Fubuki replied quickly, throwing a fist at the demonic creature.
It caught her fist harmlessly, and a gasp tore from her throat as it suddenly twisted her arm harshly. On reflexive instinct her body turned with it, grunting as the Demon pushed her forwards and pinned her against one of the counters. It released her arm only to grab the back of her neck, forcing her to bend over while its other hand dipped under her skirt, sparking renewed panic in the blue-haired Destroyer.
Z23 hesitated for a long second, torn between climbing out and helping Fubuki, and running. Logically even if she was to get out – which would take several precious seconds – she would have barely a metre between her and her target, meaning she'd be caught in the blast zone of her own torpedoes or shells. Fubuki would be too.
She didn't get a chance to choose. The second Demon hopped onto the counter-top, gripping Z23 by the hips and startling her as she felt the uncomfortably warm hands dig into her skin.
''H-Hey! L-Let go!'' The Destroyer yelled, her voice echoing in the vent shaft as she desperately tried to wriggle her hips free.
The Demon grinned, tracing a single finger down her ass and over her hidden slit. Z23 tensed before struggling with greater panic than before, kicking her legs out harmlessly at the inhuman creature. In response the Demon only let out an ominous, raspy chuckle before releasing her right hip – and instead gripped the back of her bodysuit, and pulled.
Z23 gasped as the material dug into her skin, stretching and straining for a long second, before it ripped. The fabric around her stomach gave way, revealing her nude lower half to the creature. Her panties were torn away as well, leaving nothing to hide her pussy from the Demon's demented gaze.
''N-No...'' Z23 whimpered, feebly trying to crawl into the vent but unable to. Even with only one hand on her hip it kept her in place, stopping her from going backwards even if she tried.
The Demon let out another raspy chuckle, its cock swelling up to full hardness at the sight of her bare pussy. It shifted closer on its knees, pressing its cock against her curvy ass before lining up with her lower lips. For a brief moment it seemed like it would be gentle, slowly pushing the tip between her lower lips – before it abruptly jerked its hips forth, slamming its cock into her.
''Ah!'' Z23 cried, thrashing in pain as the Demon's ample cock filled her pussy. It was uncomfortably large, spreading her inner walls apart to their limits, and the Demon only had two-thirds of its cock burrowed inside her.
Without giving her a chance to adjust the Demon began. The creature bucked its hips forth, plunging its cock into her roughly and eliciting a pained whine from the Destroyer. Blood trickled down its shaft and dripped onto the counter-top, evidence of her stolen virginity. The Demon didn't seem to care or even notice, gripping her hips with both hands and thrusting into her, savouring the sensation of her pussy desperately squeezing its cock.
Z23 whimpered, squirming weakly as the Demon continued to pound into her. It felt like a punch to her stomach each time it filled her, knocking the breath from her lungs and making her toes curl in her boots. It was so big it hurt, leaving her lip bleeding from how harshly she bit it, trying in vain to hold back her pained whimpers and gasps. The Demon's hips kept smacking against her ass repeatedly, jerking her body forwards each time and almost daring her to cry out.
''Nn...'' Z23 grunted quietly, briefly attempting to summon her rigging – only for her focus to be interrupted by the Demon's cock hitting her deepest parts. ''A-Ah... stop...!''
The Demon grinned, raising its right hand from her hip and lifting its index finger – before the tip ignited like a match, flame flickering akin to a candle. Without slowing its thrusting it lowered its finger down, ghosting it over her skin and eliciting a startled gasp from Z23.
''W-What are you- HYAA!''
Z23's sudden scream of pain ricocheted through the vent shaft as the Demon pressed its burning finger against her ass cheek, dragging the flaming digit along her skin and sending waves of intense pain flooding through her mind, briefly overwhelming the sensation of the Demon's cock throbbing inside her. The creature groaned, grinning in malicious delight as her pussy tightened sharply around its cock, her muscles spasming from the pain.
The Ironblood Destroyer gasped, arching her back as the Demon dragged its finger along her ass, burning a line on her skin. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, her jaw clenching and muffling another harsh scream as the Demon dragged its finger over her skin again and again – burning a pentagram onto her previous-unmarked skin.
Upon finishing the demonic symbol the Demon retracted its hand, blowing out its burning finger and returning it to normal, settling it on her hip and resuming fucking her in earnest.
''Nn!'' Z23 grunted weakly, swallowing her pained sob as the Demon's hips smacked against her sensitive ass cheek, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through her.
With the flame gone the pain had dimmed, if only slightly. Z23 cringed as the Demon's cock plunged into pussy again, harshly reminding her of its presence. She could feel it throb and pulsate inside her pussy, unwanted arousal coating its red-skinned shaft and letting it slide in even easier. The worst part was she could feel a small part of her taking pleasure in the rough violation, even if it was subconscious.
Z23 tensed as felt the Demon's hands grow warm, still gripping her hips tightly. She weakly struggled, afraid of what sadistic plans it had in mind – only for a gasp to tear itself from her throat as it dug its nails into her hips hard enough to draw blood, fingertips noticeably heating up.
''S-Stop- Nn!'' Z23 pleaded, groaning as its cock hit a sensitive spot inside her. ''Please...!''
The Demon only cackled in reply, slamming its hips against her tender ass and filling her pussy with its cock.
Panic made her breathing come in quick gasps, oxygen becoming limited with her torso still stuck in the vent shaft. The overwhelming combination of pain, pleasure and panic made her head spin and stomach churn. Her panic increased as she felt its cock pulsate inside her again, the Demon audibly panting as it pounded into her.
Z23 trembled, shuddering as she felt the Demon's dick grow hotter the longer it filled her. Soon it became uncomfortably hot, leaving her desperately squirming as the heat made her pussy tingle. She didn't have to guess as to what it meant, and the notion made her shake with nervous fear.
''P... Pull out...'' Z23 weakly pleaded, shuddering when the Demon only sped up, hammering into her abused pussy. ''P-''
Whatever plead she intended to say was cut short as the Demon hissed, slamming into her deepest parts and earning a surprised yelp from the Destroyer – before she gasped as painfully hot ropes of cum shot into her pussy. Z23 spasmed, a mini-orgasm ripping through her from the sensation of the creature cumming inside her, nearly burning her with the sheer heat of its cum.
''A-Ah...'' Z23 whimpered, hips buckling as painful aftershocks flowed through her.
Of course, it wasn't over. She barely had time to recover before the Demon pulled out, pushing its cock into her asshole and resumed fucking her with ravenous lust.
X-x-X
''L-Let go of me!'' Fubuki yelled, struggling with all her might against the red-skinned Demon.
The demonic creature only grinned in reply, one hand wrapped around her torso to keep her still while its free hand snaked under her short blue skirt and rubbed against her blue-and-white striped panties. Fubuki squirmed as the Demon stroked the front of her panties, deviously slipping its hands under the waistband of her panties and rubbing her pussy. Its warm fingers probed around her sex, eliciting a gasp from the Destroyer as it touched her virgin lips.
''A-Ah~!'' Fubuki groaned in surprise as the Demon's warm fingers plunged into her pussy. Without delay it rapidly pumped the digits into her slit, wiggling them around inside her and setting her nerves on fire with unwanted pleasure.
She kept struggling against the Demon's one-handed grip, her legs buckling from the sensation of the creature eagerly fingering her. She shuddered as its hand released her torso, only to slip up under her shirt and grope her modest breast, pinching her nipple.
Fubuki grimaced, elbowing the Demon fruitlessly as she tried to escape. From the corner of her eye she saw another Demon climb onto a counter-top, getting behind Z23 and tearing off her bodysuit. Fubuki cringed and turned her gaze away, instead focusing back on the one currently fondling her. Her cheeks darkened as she felt something hard rub against her ass, and she didn't need to look back to see what it was.
''Nn... stop...'' Fubuki grunted, breathing heavily as her honey coated the Demon's fingers. The creature lustfully rolled its hips, rubbing its erect cock against her ass cheeks and hissing with delight.
It gave her a brief moment of relief, suddenly pulling its fingers out of her tingling pussy – and instead yanking her panties down to her knees and grasping its cock, pushing it against her wet lower lips. Fubuki groaned as the Demon's ample cock sunk into her pussy, her unwanted arousal letting the creature's cock fill her with ease, her inner walls squeezing its shaft.
''Hyaah!'' Fubuki gasped as the Demon tilted her upper body back, thrusting into her formerly-virgin pussy without delay.
She gave up trying to hit the Demon, given it wasn't doing anything more than make it laugh at her, and instead gripped the counter-top for support. Her legs felt like they would give out any second, the repetitive sensation of the Demon's cock pounding into her making her head spin. It slammed its hips against her ass, keeping a hand on her pelvis to keep her from jerking her lower half too far away.
''Mn...'' Fubuki whimpered as the Demon rubbed her lower lips while still thrusting, letting her feel its cock pumping into her.
The blue-haired Destroyer quivered as the creature pinched her nipple and clit at the same time, sending waves of reluctant pleasure coursing through her nerves. The pleasurable feeling almost made her moan but she held it back, not willing to give the inhuman creature the satisfaction of seeing her surrender to its lust. In response the Demon furiously rubbed her pussy, eliciting a weak mewl from Fubuki at the mind-melting pleasure.
She was roughly torn from her pleasure as the Demon stopped its thrusting for a single second, releasing her breast and instead placing its hand on her back. Fubuki grunted as her upper body was pushed, forced to bend over the counter-top – a weak moan slipping past her lips as the Demon resumed fucking her with greater speed. Her hips jerked and trembled from the sheer force it used, breasts squishing against the cool counter-top uncomfortably.
''Ah... Noooo...'' Fubuki whined, shoulders curling in on herself as her pelvis twisted and tingled.
In reply the Demon hissed lowly, slamming its hips against her ass rapidly, the wet smacking filling the kitchen as it defiled her. She could feel it throb inside her, pulsating dangerously – before it suddenly hit a sensitive spot inside her, sending white-hot pleasure coursing through her.
''M-Myaah~!'' Fubuki wailed, spasming as her orgasm washed through her.
The Demon groaned deeply as her pussy tightened around its warm cock, the creature continuing to thrust for nearly half a minute before reaching its climax, unloading ropes of searing-hot cum into Fubuki's pussy. She nearly passed out from the sudden mind-melting mix of pain and pleasure, her vision briefly going black from the overload.
Fubuki was left shaking in the aftermath, groaning weakly as the Demon pulled its ample cock out of her pussy... only to yelp as it grabbed her by the shoulders, throwing her aside.
''Hn!'' She grunted, her shoulder hitting the cold tile floor first. For a long moment she laid there, dazed from her recent orgasm and her legs weak from pleasure.
The moment passed, and the Demon was upon her. It gripped her limp legs and spread them wide open, revealing her abused pussy to its lustful gaze. The demonic creature grabbed something from one of the counter-tops, but before she could ruminate on what it was the Demon pushed its hard cock back into her pussy, earning a weak moan from Fubuki.
However her attention was swiftly grabbed as she caught sight of the Demon lifting something over her... and her stomach dropped as she saw it was a knife. A knife that was so hot the metal was glowing orange.
''H-Hey...'' Fubuki murmured, eyes wide. ''W-What are you...?''
In response the Demon let out a sinister chuckle, bringing the knife down to her stomach. Fubuki gasped as the hot metal touched her bare skin, followed by a shriek of pain as it broke the skin. Even being a Ship-Girl, the very incarnation of a warship, she still had the body of a human being – a reinforced, far more durable one... but one still susceptible to extremely hot objects.
''A-AH!'' Fubuki screeched, thrashing in fresh agony as the Demon dragged the blade through her skin – not deep enough to severely wound her, but deep enough to carve into her skin.
The process lasted only a little over thirty seconds, but to Fubuki it felt like an eternity – the Demon cackling as it carved a pentagram onto her stomach. The sheer heat of the superheated knife cauterised the wound near-instantly, and for several long seconds she blacked out from the pain alone before coming back to consciousness.
Finally, after what felt like hours, it pulled the superheated blade off her skin and grinned gleefully at her, seemingly overjoyed at the sight of pain-filled tears running down her cheeks. A choked sob slipped past her lips – and the Demon took full advantage of that, its hand snapping out and grabbing her tongue.
''Nhn?!'' Fubuki yelped, eyes dilating in fear as it raised the heated knife while yanking her tongue out as far as it would go. ''N-Nn! STHP!''
The Demon cackled, and brought the knife close to her quivering tongue. She screwed her eyes shut, petrified.
The sound of flesh being pierced filled the kitchen.
…
And the hand holding her tongue went slack.
Fubuki dared to open her eyes. The Demon laid on its side, a large hole through its head and the heated knife laying on the floor, sizzling quietly. The second Demon that had attacked Z23 was collapsed against the wall with several holes in its chest.
''H... Huh...?'' Fubuki whispered, voice quivering.
A hand landed on her shoulder and she nearly jumped out her skin. Scratch that, she did jump out her skin. And found herself staring at Vestal's worried visage.
''Fubuki-chan...'' Vestal murmured, the Repair Ship looking upon her with pity. ''I... can you walk?''
The Destroyer blinked, her mind simply unable to comprehend what was said. She heard the words, she understood them... but it just didn't click. She was in shock; not helped by the demonic carving on her stomach.
Vestal seemed to notice that, grimacing. ''I'll take that as a no... I'm afraid we don't have the time to stay here and heal you. The bunker doors will be closing within minutes; we'll have to move quickly, and quietly.''
Fubuki could only nod, her gaze wandering over to Z23 as Helena helped pull the defiled girl out the ventilation shaft, a look of pity on her face. Z23 only shuddered weakly, cum leaking out both holes and burn marks scattered over her lower half.
Just as Vestal started to help her up, a distant reminder hit her, giving her the strength to speak.
''What... about Shiratsuyu...?'' Fubuki croaked.
Vestal patted her shoulder soothingly. ''We got her; Nagara and Isuzu are ready to escort her to the bunker.''
''...we won't... make it...'' Fubuki murmured, a spike of fear shooting through her. The Demon had been sadistic beyond all reason, but out there in the mist... there was no telling what hell awaited.
''Jintsuu has a distraction planned. Took some convincing on my part, but she agreed in the end.'' Vestal reassured her, looping an arm around her and supporting her, the two walking towards the cafeteria. ''We'll have less than a minute to cross the distance to the Eagle Union dorms before it ends, so I ask that you run as fast as you can. Even if it hurts, just keeping running. I'll patch you up when we get to the bunker.''
Fubuki could only nod, and pray this nightmare would end.
[END]
A/N: Next: Ark Royal, Kisaragi and Unicorn.