The violent Vorlock was currently fucking Waltraud's corpse, after ending her life moments earlier.
A few minutes have passed ever since Waltraud Nowotny's erotic execution, and rigor mortis had begun to take effect. But this did not matter to Vor.
He finishes cumming inside of her cold clit. "MMmmmmm...even when dead, she feels really damn good." He mutters to himself, and finally pulls out.
With head half-tilted to the side, Waltraud Nowotny's cold and clueless expression was frozen in a state of everlasting suffering. Drips of drool, and cum, was streaming down her opened mouth and nostrils; a result of her face having recently been fucked by the unforgiving Vorlock. Her long, pink, tongue drooped completely out, in a disturbingly erotic fashion. Her eyes were wide open, filled with despair and emptiness.
Next, the murderer looms over Wing Commander Bronislava Safonov - the final Typhoon Witch left. He reaches down and lifts the large pile of debris off of her back, finally granting her freedom...for now.
"Oh W-Waltraud...oh G-God nooo!" She shouts, as she slowly drags herself across the armory's floor, towards the ravaged corpse of her deceased friend.
Waltraud's body sat up against a brick wall with her legs completely spread out, allowing a wonderful view of her exposed cunt - pouring with cum and urine. Her smooth bare legs, and boot covered feet, slightly tilted inward while her arms were slumped to the sides. The girl's panties were hanging off one of her legs, completely soaked in urine.
"NOOO! AAAAAAAH! AAaaaaaah...oh God, W-Waltraud, nooo!" Bronislava continues to whimper and yell as she stares into Witch's dead eyes; still in complete disbelief that she is dead forever, and was murdered in such a way. "Oh God...oh m-my God! H-how horrible! I'm...I'm so sorry...I...I...OoooOOuurf!" The failed leader vomits to the side.
The snuffed tomboy still wore her sexy and attractive leather bomber jacker, but it was completely unbuttoned after having been raped, snuffed, and then raped again. The poor girl's large, cold, tits protruded outside her unbuttoned green shirt and opened jacket; her nipples remained hard, even after death. Waltraud's famous blue scarf was still, tightly, wrapped around her cold neck as well.
Vor watches patiently from the side. He was now jerking off while looking at Bronislava's very round, and amazingly curvy, ass as she crawls across the floor - like a wounded animal. "It felt immensely good to literally fuck her to death, I assure you. So, do not despair, as she did not go to waste. Mmmmmm..." He teases and moans out loud, as he began to stare into the dead tomboy's hanging breasts next.
After she had mourned Waltraud long enough - and finished vomiting - she slowly turns her body towards the perverted murderer who had done the deed. "You fucking monster, you sick twisted FUCK! How d-dare you kill s-such a wonderful woman like her!? She was a good person, and she was a fine soldier! One of the best I've ever known, and you fucking m-murdered her and defiled her body in such awful ways!? You piece of SHIT! You'll p-pay for this!"
Bronislava now began displaying a rarely seen side of herself. Usually a very gentle and kind woman, she has snapped after witnessing Waltraud's death...on top of the fact that her entire squadron was now dead, or missing, too.
Vor scoffs at her boring words and empty threats, which he has heard countless times today. His eyes glow bright red and briefly shoot at the girl's ass.
"G-GAAAH!?" She yells and starts trying to put out the flames and kick her legs around. Her tight ass jiggles slightly, as it bends and curves with each rotation of her fine legs.
Vor stares intently, as he marches straight towards that ass - still fully erect.
Sections of the failed leader's tight leggings had partially burned off, revealing her amazingly thick butt; now completely defenseless.
Almost immediately, Vor climbed onto her back and shoved his long, thick, member inside her tight pussy. He then completely went to town. "Your turn..." He whispers.
"AAAARRGGH!" The rabbit shrieks, as her tail wiggles cutely. "G-get off me...get OFF!"
Vor gives her smooth ass a real good slap, and then speaks. "The Witches under your command felt really good to rape and kill. Mmmmmm...Huberta in particular was real feisty too." He says to the struggling Witch's face, just before kissing her cheek. "Her brains tasted delicious."
"Oh my G-God. No! Huberta..." Sadness and fear fills her eyes, but then quickly followed by intense anger. "Grrrrrr...y-you...you monster! I'll make you p-pay dearly for this!" The tough Wing Commander says, despite being close to crying.
"You're a real wild one too, aren't you? I'm gonna enjoy ending your life as soon as I cum inside of you!" He explains, while continuing to hump her.
"N-no...NO! Y-you're...you're the one who'll die, y-you scum! I'll k-k-kill you for what you...AAaaaAHRGH! F-for w-what you did to Waltraud a-and...H-Huberta, and e-e-every one ELSE!" She grits her teeth, getting angrier with each thrust. "I'll...I'll-gaaaah! I'll...I'll send y-you to-AAAArrgh...f-f-f-fucking HELL!" The Commander threatens as she froths at the mouth, like a rabid animal being ravaged from behind.
As the beast continued to pound the 503rd JFW leader's cunt and spank her wonderful ass, he began nuzzling his face into her hair. "Mmmmmm, you smell very nice."
Soon, the Wing Commander couldn't stand it anymore, growing increasingly more violent - as well as horny.
"Haaaaaaauaah~ AAuaaah~ AAAAaaaaaahh...aaaahh! AAAaaaoaah G-God...o-oh my f-f-fucking GOD!" She screams, trying to mask her pleasure with anger. "You're...y-you're f-fucking scum, you p-piece of f-fucking s-shit! AAaaaahh~"
"Yes...yesss! Keep struggling and fighting back! Keep getting angrier and angrier, please!" Vor says as he drools, continuing to build up a wave of eventual cum.
"Y-you f-fucking asshole! You sick, f-filthy, FUCK!" She screams. "Your...d-dick...is d-driving me f-fucking CRAZY!"
Suddenly, Vor wraps his powerful arm around the hostile Wing Commander's neck.
"HUUUAAAAH!? Huauaaaaa...n-noo...s-st-t-oo...p...huaaaaaa...haaaaa..." The silver haired dame begins choking on Vor's muscles of steel.
"Mmmmm...your body is real damn tough, I'll give you that. You definitely exercise too, right? Either way, you feel fantastic." He taunts her, as he puts her into a deadly choke hold.
Her eyes widen with horror, and her pupils shrink; she knows she will die if she doesn't escape soon. "GuAAaaaagh...aaack!" The mighty leader tries to lift herself back up with her powerful legs, but the creature is just too heavy for her.
Fuck! I can't die like this! I refuse! Not after everything I've done! It all amounts to this? No way! Not gonna happen. There must be a way out of this, I have to concentrate and ignore these...damn temptations! I swear to fucking God when I get out of this, he'll pay dearly! The Wing Commander desperately tries to focus, while attempting to latch onto naive hopes.
Vor continues to taunt, while preparing to cum. "Yes, yes, YES! AAAaaahh, h-here it comes! T-this is a big one. Perfect for the Wing Commander of the, now disbanded, Typhoon Witches!"
"GAAAUaaah...I'll...haauaaaa...I-I-I'll...k-kill y-yo-GAUUAaacck!" She tries to talk, and use every last bit of strength to escape his powerful grip. Don't do it...don't fucking cum! Don't fucking kill me! Shit! Shit! It can't end like this! I...I don't want to die like this! Please! NO! "GAACK! N-n-nooGAAAHH!"
The monster growls with pleasure, as he finally cums inside. "GGRRAAAAAAAARGHHHH!" He opens the floodgates, and shoots wave after wave of semen into the strong Witch's body.
"MMMMGUAAACHK!" Is all she can say, while her neck continues to be squeezed.
As the cum continues to flow, he whispers into her ear while grinning evilly. "You are also responsible for interrupting me earlier, remember? So now...you shall also receive a slow, painful, death! Just like your doggy girlfriend, over there."
"GUUAAH!?" What the Hell!? WHAT THE HELL!? NO! Don't do that!
"Yes. Perfect. For your death...a slow twist shall do." The creature tightens his arm around the mature woman's neck. He begins to, very slowly, very excruciatingly, twist her neck. "I always wanted to try this," he remarks.
The Orussian's body completely panics and jumps around like a raging rabbit. Her arms frantically claw and scratch against the beast's powerful grip; so much that her beautiful nails begin to crack and bleed.
"GuuuaaaaagACK!" I will not lose! I'll...avenge you...Huberta...Waltraud. I'm...escaping.
Vor twists her neck even further...and further...and further...until...
"AAACK! HAuaa..." I'm not...going...to...die...just a few...more secon- "Huaa-a-ACK!? ...!"
With each individual snap, crackle, and pop heard from within the beloved Commander's neck, Vor pumped another squirt of cum into the unfortunate Witch.
The extremely beautiful leader's intelligent mind goes static and hazy, as she continues to squeak like an adorable, dying, rabbit. "Aaah! Huaa...u-uah!? E-eeah...!?" The Wing Commander's curvy body convulses and writhes during these final painful seconds of her life.
Vor relishes every sensation of violent movement, erotic struggle, and sensual vibration; all felt against his massive body. Then, he whispers goodbye. "Dasvidaniya...Bronislava Safonov."
"!? ...! ..."
Crack...snap...crunch. Pump. Pump. Pump. Until...a final snap is heard, followed by her neck twisting all the way around to the back of her torso; now facing towards her killer.
Meanwhile, back in the bloodied kitchen, a body begins to move.
As if awaking from a nightmare, Alexandra Şerbănescu's eyes suddenly open with a panicking gasp. "HAAAaaaah!?" She was still alive...but just barely.
With a horribly painful headache, and loss of feeling in parts of her body, she manages to slowly pull herself up from the, blood-stained, tiled floor. Her head continues to bleed and throb, and splatters of dried blood sprinkled the surfaces of her dirty panties and torn black pantyhose.
I...I am still alive? We have to get out of here...I have to find her! Where is she!? We have to...escape...we must find help. Almost right away, one of the very first things that cross her, fractured, mind was...her. "H-Huber...ta...aa...a" She quietly mumbles the name to herself.
Alexandra begins limping towards the location of the hangar.
Huberta, where was she? Where did I last see...no...no, no, no! But soon enough, she then remembers that this person is now dead. "Auaah...n-noo...aa..a.." She chokes a bit, wanting to cry. She can't be dead, she just can't! I'm remembering wrong...that was just a dream, I'm going to find her!
Back in the armory, Vor's dick empties out its cum into Bronislava's dead body. At the same time, her memories, thoughts, and knowledge empty out of her brain forever. "AAAAaaargh! ERMmmmmm..." He grunts while the final drops of cum are squirted inside.
Warm sensations of wetness is felt around her crotch and down her legs; urine seeps through her tight leggings, and squeezes out of the rips and tears of the fabric. Areas of her long black boots had become very scraped up and worn out, due to the intense struggling and dragging against the floor as she was fighting for survival.
Still laying on top of the dead Orussian's back, he stares into her lifeless, dazzlingly blue, eyes; forever frozen with anger, resentment, and fear. "Sweet dreams," he says, just before deeply kissing the immensely gorgeous Wing Commander's lips. Strands of her silver hair tickled his face, as they were stuck to the corners of her shiny lips. "Delicious."
Vor finally gets up from the beautiful corpse, and his tail punctures into the corpse's ass. He drinks up her fluids and organs, then he does the same to Waltraud's corpse.
Entering the hangar - which now looks like a war zone - she gazes outside the large doors, and sees a body laying in the snow.
A Witch.
The dying Ostmark girl slowly limps towards the fallen Witch, as the harsh snowflakes rain down upon both of them.
Laying on her back, this Witch wears an overcoat. But her uniform's top was completely opened, displaying a huge pair of plump, cold, tits. She's also wearing a single, dirty, boot - which is very familiar looking.
It is definitely her.
Alex catches a quick glimpse of a bloody, and mushy, pile of meat just above her shoulders; it is the final remnants of what was once Deputy Commander Huberta's head. Just then, Alexandra instantly begins vomiting. No. No. No. No. It's not her. It's not her. It's not her. It can't be! It's not her! It can't be! She's stronger than that! Far stronger than me! She can't be dead, it's not her! IT'S NOT HER! IT'S NOT HER! IT'S NOT HER! PLEASE! NOO! Her mind races madly, as she continues to vomit into the snow.
Once Vor had finished devouring the corpses of Bronislava Safonov and Waltraud Nowotny, he was eager to torment and murder one final Witch; the girl with the cute scar over her left eye...
"Alexandra...that girl will truly be the most delicious of all," he says to himself.
Vor was denied from ravaging the ruby haired girl earlier, but now he plans to finish her off properly.
He eagerly walks towards the armory's exit, but then he stops. "Hmmm." He looks over to the pile of missiles and other explosives. "Just because I'm in a good mood, I'll provide these girls their dying wish, after all!" He monologues, as his eyes glow bright red.
After Alexandra had stopped vomiting, the poor girl is then startled by an extremely large explosion coming from within the HQ.
"!?"
A massive fireball materializes from an entire section of the base, destroying it, and is followed-up by a powerful shockwave which causes Alex to stumble and fall into the snow.
Soon after Vor had set off the explosions, fire and smoke began spreading quickly throughout the entire base.
Standing in the middle of a large crater was Vor...still alive.
"Hmph, that was it? That was their plan? I barely needed to regenerate myself after that. Pathetic." He says, as he unleashes his dark dragon-like wings from the depths of his back. "Time to finish my mission," he mutters, as he shoots up through the large burning gap in the ceiling, towards the cloudy night.
Alexandra looked towards the burning hangar; anything to avert her sight from Huberta's ravaged remains. Hell-like reflections of flames completely illuminated her despairing eyes.
Everything she had stood for meant nothing now. Her base was in ruins, her pride and dignity was destroyed, her squadron was completely wiped out, and her virginity had also been taken as well.
"Aaa..aaa...n-no..." Alex's cracked open head was still pounding with intense pain, and dried blood covered her forehead. But she no longer cared about such trivial things.
Initially, what made Alexandra finally give up fighting earlier was the confirmation of Huberta von Bonin's death, at the hands of the Vorlock. However, unable to help herself - still unable to accept fate - she turns back around, and gazes down at Huberta's terrifying sight once more.
"! HAAAaaa...haa...huuaaa..." The initial reaction was to vomit again, but there just wasn't anything left inside to come out by this point.
The most painful of tragedies for Alex to cope with was, of course, dealing with the fact that all of her best friends were dead. Each and every one of them had been brutally slain - and devoured - in horrible ways; no matter how powerful they were, no matter what they said about it, and no matter what they tried to do in order to prevent it. All their hopes and dreams, their promises to one another, their memories and thoughts...all gone, like it was nothing at all.
Elsewhere, inside the burning base, the Vorlock crashes down through the ceiling; in search of Alex.
The creature enters the ruined kitchen, but only sees a puddle of blood. "Those damn Witches and their interruptions. Now Alexandra is most likely a burning corpse, amongst this fiery mess!" Vor Angrily complains, but then he notices a trail of blood leading out into the hallway. "Hmm? I suppose it is best to make sure..."
Alexandra's eyes continuously phased in and out of focus, as her lips began to rapidly quiver. She could not stop looking at Huberta's remains, and soon the sights burned into her mind.
The lower half of the Commander's fleshy skull was still wet and shiny; oozing with blood, brains, and other unknown fluids. Her grotesque lower jaw was left hanging and drooping, almost as if constantly screaming in pain. Huberta's bloody tongue was haphazardly hanging to the side, while a strand of frozen drool hung from the tip. Her face was so handsome, and her hair was so beautiful; she used to be the most attractive person that Alex had ever laid her eyes upon. But now...she had been reduced to a tossed away slab of frozen meat.
"Hu...ber...ta...aa...a..."
The depressed Witch just couldn't get herself to look away, despite not wanting to see her Commander like this anymore. Alexandra wishes she had never saw Huberta's dead body, and she also wishes that she had never found out she died to begin with.
"Aa...a...aa...aah...H-Hu...H-Hubert...aaa..aa..."
Desperately - more than anything else in the world right now - she wishes she had dealt with a hundred years of rape and torture that ultimately ended up with her own death...rather than seeing Huberta's horrible sight, and to know she had died in such a miserable way.
"I...I...I'm...s-s...s-so...r-rry..."
But she cannot change the past, nor can she wipe these nightmarish visions from her eyes ever again.
Her body wobbles. "I...I'm...s-so...c-col...d..." She continues whispering to herself, still looking down at Huberta's remains.
As she peered closer into the gaping maw, that was once Huberta's face, she saw a single eyeball wedged into the destroyed brain - a small detail that suddenly began causing intense pain to be felt from within Alex's chest and heart.
"Uwaaa...haa...aa...h-haauaaa..."
Floods of memories filled the sole survivor's mind. She suddenly remembered the look of her lover's attractive brown eyes, and how they will never share a romantic stare with each other ever again.
"A.a...a...haaa...aa..." Alex's eyes start to fill up with water, blurring her vision almost instantly.
It was at that very moment when Alexandra Şerbănescu - last living member of the Typhoon Witches - finally realized that she had now, truly, lost everything.
Alexandra starts to make adorably sad noises, almost sounding like small little coughs. "Aa...ahhuaa...ahaaa...haauaahaa..."
The poor Witch finally gives in to her ultimate defeat, and falls down to the snow next Hubert's corpse.
Slowly, she begins to cry.
"Aaa..aaa...H-H...H-Hu...b-berta...aa..waaauaah...aaahh...n-nooooo..." Waterfalls of tears began to stream down her face - not because she'll eventually die to the monster, but because all she wanted was to see Huberta's face one more time, and to tell her how she truly felt...and to say goodbye to her. "Aaauuaaaaaaahh...aaah...haaauaa...nnnooooooo!"
Not only did she lose everyone she cared about, but she had also lost the one person who she loved so dearly; the person who would normally comfort her was gone...forever.
It wasn't long before her faint whimpers, and cries, transitioned into wailing and screaming.
"NOOOOOOOOooo...wwaaaAAAAHHHHAauuuaaa...AAAAAAAHaaahaaaaAAAaaaa...noooo! H-haaa...aa..waaaahaaaa...huuaaa...Haaub...ertaaa..." The rest of her body collapses into the cold and unforgiving snow, grasping and hugging Huberta's arm and coat tightly - still with specks of blood and brains on it - as she pulls it closer to her, wishing it were warm again. "I'm...I'm sorry! I'm sorrrry! I...I always k-knew you l-l-loved me, Hubertaa! AAAhaaaaahaaaaauaaa...I'm so sorry! I lo-loved you too! I lo-lo-loved you s-s-s-so mu-u-u-u-uch! WAAAAAaaaaaah..."
Loops of Huberta's death constantly repeated over and over within her broken mind, causing her to mourn the loss all over again. Over and over.
"NOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAHaaahaaaaaahhaaaaaaa...noooo! Don't go! H-haaa...aa...huuaa...don't leave me alone! AAAAAAAAHHHHAAAUaaaaa...huuaah..." Her screams echo feelings of unending despair and unrelenting misery.
As she continued her crying, thin layers of snow kept falling onto the two Witches. She nuzzled herself into Huberta's coat and stayed there...for the remainder of her life.
Behind Alexandra and Huberta, in the distance, the 503rd's former HQ was a burning inferno...
Sometime later, a shadowy figure materializes from within the fiery depths of the hangar. The dark creature marches up to the two Witches outside for his final meal, but it would not be a warm one.
"Hmm?" Vor looked down at the corpse of Huberta von Bonin. Right next to her, clutching firmly and devotedly, was Alexandra Şerbănescu.
The defeated red haired beauty was silently laying there - completely ignoring Vor - with the expression of regret in her face, and Hellish agony in her permanently opened eyes. Her bluish pale skin contrasted the redness of her bloody head, and dried tears covered her cold cheeks. Her mouth was partially opened, and strains of her ruby hair was stuck to the corners of her faintly blue lips.
Vor frowns slightly. "Hmph...disappointing."
Alexandra was dead; seemingly frozen alive, or perhaps died from blood loss. Either way, she died latching onto, and crying into, the corpse of someone she once loved.
"What a shame. I wanted to hear more of her adorable whining. Perhaps I should have eaten her alive when I still had the chance..." The monster coldly complains. "Well...if that's the case..."
He pulled out his cock one final time, and slowly began to stroke himself while staring at Huberta's messed up face - thinking of how strong and confident she used to be.
He whispers to himself, "mmmmmmm, yes...what a woman she was..."
Then he began staring at Alexandra's cute and dead expression, as well as her wonderful legs. He thought about how this battle-scared angel had managed to 'kill' him not once, but twice - in addition to being the first Witch to ever actually hurt him. She had so much anger and unrelenting hatred towards him...only for her to be defeated regardless. Such is life.
The more Witches he devours the more powerful he becomes, and in some cases he may even obtain some of their abilities along the way. However - unknowingly to Vor at this time - the more people he absorbs the closer he also grows towards being, disturbingly, more...Human.
"AAAAaaaaahhaaaaarggh...yess...YES! You were such a powerful opponent! Seeing you in such a state now...it feels...it feels...so DAMN good!" He shouts to himself, as he grows closer to climax. "Curse you...curse you for hurting me, but God DAMN, girl! It also felt amazing! F-F-F-FUCK!" He yelled louder and wanked faster.
Lastly, he thought about how miserable they must have felt during their final seconds alive; Huberta's head being crushed as she foolishly threatened to kill him, and Alexandra crying next to her messy remains...cold, defeated, and alone.
"MMMMMmmmmmmmm...yes...YESSS!" He yells as he reaches down and picks up Alexandra's cold body, pulling her clenched hands away from her lover. He kisses her deeply on her ice cold lips.
Then, without hesitation, he does something he had wanted to do all day long...he shoves his hard cock of steel directly into the left eye of Alexandra Şerbănescu; pushing in her eyeball, through the socket, and mushing it into her brain.
"Yes! YES! OH YESSS! If only you were alive while I did this...if only. Imagine the screams! But no matter, your soft brains feel amazing when cold anyway!" He comments, as he thrusts madly into Alexandra's head.
The demented Vorlock skull-fucks the ruby haired girl relentlessly, building up the biggest climax he has ever had in his entire life.
After a few minutes, he was finally about to cum. "S-sweet dreams girls. M-may you both never find each other in Hell, as you s-search with...endless...d-d-despair!" He then makes one of the loudest roars that he's ever done. "A...aaa...aaaAARRAAAAAAAAARRRRGGH!" Vor injects Alexandra's brain with hot, sticky, cum. He then pulls out and ejaculates all over her dead face as well. He rips off her clothing, and cums all over her tits and navel as well. Lastly, he throws her to the snowy ground and ejaculates all over her legs and feet.
Never before had he climaxed so much, and so hard; all due to one single Witch.
Now that he was fully satisfied with his sexual lust, he was ready to absorb the final two corpses of the night.
Vor's black tail rises into the air and begins to shake. The crimson tip begins vibrating wildly, expanding outward...into a large, funneled, cylinder; it is a brand new evolution for the ravenous Vorlock.
"The Typhoon Witches have been terminated. Mission accomplished."
The Vorlock ends his night by enjoying a frozen dinner.
The next day; he travels across the entire surrounding regions, and effortlessly destroys the remaining Neuroi nests all by himself.
The End~