A/N: Hope you like spiders~
Enjoy~
The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 10: Vauquelin, Hanazuki and Hermione
''Hey, you sure we won't get picked up by some evil eagles or something...?''
''Aha... I hope not...''
Vauquelin smiled weakly at Hanazuki's equally-uneasy reply, both Destroyers smiling awkwardly at each other as they walked through the mist. The two were paired together due to their synergy, with Hanazuki being good with defence due to her surprisingly-sturdy umbrella whilst Vauquelin herself was more suited to aggressive attacks. And while both got along well enough, that budding friendship did little to abate the unease the mist brought.
''Cheer up, everyone.'' A third voice graced Vauquelin's ears. ''We'll make it through this.''
The Vichya Destroyer looked back at the third woman with them; Hermione, a Royal Navy cruiser. Despite her personal misgiving with the Royal Navy Vauquelin had to admit she was thankful that the cruiser was with them; her pure-hearted confidence was sorely needed in that moment.
Vauquelin smiled her nervous thanks at the cruiser before looking ahead, keeping her wits about her. The Eagle Union dorms slowly came into sight as planned but she didn't let that distract her; warily scanning the side of the building for any signs of life. Mercifully she didn't see any, but considering how big the Eagle Union dorms were, the risk of them waiting deeper inside was a very real one.
''Hey, um...'' Vauquelin awkwardly spoke up, looking back at Hanazuki and Hermione. ''Where should we go in from? I kinda don't think the front would be a good idea...''
Hanazuki nodded softly. ''Hm... perhaps, over there...?''
As spoke Hanazuki pointed ahead. Vauquelin also looked ahead, blinking as she vaguely spotted a tree – and when she walked forwards more she spotted a thick oak tree tipped over, the upper-half of the tree buried into the second floor of the Eagle Union dormitory. It had clearly been there for a long time, a layer of dust settling over the upper parts of the tree from where debris had fallen over it.
''Yeah, that should do...'' Vauquelin nodded resolutely. ''Let's go!''
With a light grin the Vichya Destroyer picked her walk up into a light jog, her own footsteps the only sound in her ears. She reached the partially-fallen tree in just under a dozen seconds, the square foundation around the tree remarkably undamaged by all the chaos, albeit it was covered in a layer of dust and its silver-blue rim was mottled by debris. Careful about making too much noise Vauquelin poked and prodded at the tree, but perhaps due to the way it had fallen it was pretty steady and stuck in the building.
Nodding to the others Vauquelin grasped onto the tilted tree, slowly balance-walking up it – her arms out to her sides to keep her balance. The tree was bent at around a twenty degree angle, making it challenging but not impossible; and with one step at a time Vauquelin ascended the fallen tree all the way up to the second floor. The second she was close enough she hopped off the tree, unsteadily landing in the desolate bedroom the tree had landed in.
Silently Vauquelin peered over the edge, waving to her two comrades and giving them the 'safe' signal.
With equal care Hanazuki began to ascend the tree whilst Hermione remained on watch, allowing Vauquelin to carefully examine the room, looking for any details that could prove useful. The whole place was covered in a thick layer of dust from all the debris, dim light peering in through the massive gap in the room – the entire wall gone due to the tree's entry, barring a few uneven bricks near the edges of the wall. The floorboards were bent and broken near the edge of the room but otherwise stable – unsurprising, considering these dorms were built to last.
Curious Vauquelin examined the room for personal belongings, idly hoping to find out who it belonged to, but she couldn't find any memorabilia. Or clothes. Or... anything, really. In fact, it almost looked like the room had been ransacked bare. Which didn't make any sense – monsters didn't need clothes or memorabilia, and none of the Ship-Girls would've had the time to collect their stuff before running away. Yet, nothing of value was to be found, and surely it wouldn't have been destroyed by just a fallen tree?
Vauquelin lingered on the thought for only a few moments before shaking her head, dismissing it for now. She glanced back and caught sight of Hermione beginning to ascend the fallen tree and thus crept over to the open doorway, the door long-since broken. She peered into the hall but found nothing but worn floorboards and ruined wallpaper, some more holes present along the length of the hallway.
''Mm...'' Hermione grunted softly as she tapped down into the room, smoothing the creases in her black dress. ''Let's continue. We should search the rooms on this floor first.''
''Right.'' Vauquelin nodded firmly, creeping into the hall. ''Um... you take point, Hanazuki.''
The pink-haired Destroyer smiled weakly and complied, summoning her umbrella to hand and raising it out in front of her, ready to block anything that charged at her. Vauquelin followed right behind her, pole-arm raised to thrust over their shield whilst Hermione brought up the rear, being the one to peek inside the rooms.
Door by door they walked down the length of the wall. Each room was in a similar state of disarray and, unsettlingly enough, barren of all belongings. However none brought it up, as if doing so would bring bad luck – that, and it shouldn't really have any impact on anything. It was just more unnerving than anything else.
''...nothing.'' Hermione whispered as she stepped out of another room, glancing over at Vauquelin. ''Next, please.''
Nodding Vauquelin patted Hanazuki on the shoulder, prompting the pink-haired girl to step forth. The floorboards creaked under her feet and Vauquelin winced, mindfully side-stepping the squeaky floorboard as she followed – but the one she stepped on also creaked. Hanazuki took another few steps and they creaked more; and made a high-pitched crack. For a dangerous second Vauquelin was confused, a rising sense of foreboding swelling in her gut but one she couldn't place.
Then the floorboards beneath them made a much louder cracking sound, and it hit her. ''C-Crap! Hanazuki, get-!''
Too late. With another, almighty crack the floorboards beneath Hanazuki snapped, collapsing inwards and taking her with them. The pink-haired girl shrieked in surprise and Vauquelin reached out, grasping her hand – but her added weight overburdened the floorboards beneath her too, causing the supporting beam underneath to audibly snap; sending both Destroyers crying down into the startlingly large drop below.
Until they hit the 'ground' – and bounced.
''M-Mn...?'' Vauquelin dared to open her eyes, confused.
That confusion quickly melted into gut-churning horror as she took in her surroundings. What used to be a common room was absolutely covered in spiderwebs, all the entrances and exits blocked by mangled bits of debris sowed over with sticky white web – so thick that it looked more like string than true spiderweb. The lack of entrances left the entire square-shaped room near-black... but failed to prevent Vauquelin from tilting her head slightly to the side, visage paling as she found herself stuck to a massive spiderweb that stretched above the old wooden floor below.
Panicked struggling to her left made Vauquelin look over, discovering that Hanazuki had fallen down onto her face and knees, leaving her ass sticking up in the air in a distinctly-compromising position. Her umbrella had fallen from her grip at some point, stuck to the web a few paces away but out of reach from the Sakura Empire girl, not helped by the fact Hanazuki's arms were both stuck to the web.
''O-Oh dear!'' Hermione's voice echoed from above, prompting Vauquelin to look up, desperate. ''Um... w-what should I do here...?''
''Shoot the web!'' Vauquelin shouted, her voice echoing back.
Hermione nodded determinedly, her rigging manifesting around her. Awkwardly the cruiser shifted closer, clearly wary of the floorboards breaking beneath her – and soon managed to aim a couple of her cannons down into the gap by tilting her body. She took aim at an unoccupied piece of web, and with a muted blast she fired-
-only for the shells to hit the web, make it spring about... and get stuck too.
''...crap...'' Vauquelin felt the crawling curl of panic creeping up her throat. ''Um... scratch that, go get some help! The other patrols should be nearby, right?! Just go shout for them, a-and be quick!''
''R-Right!'' With an affirmative shout Hermione disappeared out of view, leaving Vauquelin and Hanazuki in silence.
For a long, agonising minute, Vauquelin was left in silence.
Then something skittered.
'...p-please god don't let it be...' Vauquelin dared to look down – and then paled as she found the source of the noise.
A spider.
A very, very big spider. One who's main body was easily the size of a mini-cooper and with eight long, bony black legs. The abdomen segment of its body hung further back, and when Vauquelin dared to look down past its furry frame she found a large, curved pink cock attached to the end. What caught Vauquelin attention more, however, was the Giant Spider's back. Or rather, the two things attached to its furry topside.
Juneau and Long Island.
Both were deceased, that was immediately clear by their pale skin and lifeless eyes, but both were eerily preserved – as if the Giant Spider was carrying them around as trophies. And as Vauquelin looked between the Spider's back and its cock, she realised deep down they would be next. So, she did the other thing she could think of.
''H-HELP! H-HERMIONE! COME BACK! D-DANGER!''
Vauquelin's shrill screech echoed from its sheer volume; so high-pitched that the Giant Spider twitched, as if almost jolted by the sudden volume. Then the oversized arthropod sprung into action, climbing onto the massive web and skittering across it with frightening intensity – before its small mouth spat out a wad of white gunk. Trapped as she was Vauquelin was helpless to avoid it, her eyes scrunching tightly shut a second before the gunk hit her face, covering her mouth and nearly her nose.
Within seconds the goop began to solidify into a hard, almost sticky but springy material, not unlike a web. When Vauquelin dared to open her mouth she was relieved to find she could still breathe – but when she tried to scream again, her voice was muffled down to the point it made no more echoes; her words incoherent and melting into a garbled thrum of sounds.
Frantic Vauquelin looked over at Hanazuki for help, but found that the Sakura girl was pale as a ghost and rigid – literally paralysed with fear. Getting desperate Vauquelin looked up at the Spider and shook her head as best she could, the web beneath her tugging on her hair from the motion; but the Giant Spider offered her no mercy, skittering closer until its large frame loomed over her, and allowed the insectoid to bring its pinkish cock to bear.
'N-No...!' Vauquelin jerked her legs about, but the web kept her feet pinned; leaving her knees weakly buckling about and slightly spread.
The web buckled as the Giant Spider got into position, and Vauquelin trembled as it bent down slightly, allowing its pointed cock to slowly inch between her jerking, frantically-moving legs. It dipped under her skirt – and Vauquelin squeaked when it pressed against her black panties, pressing against her virgin folds. Then it began to push, the tip of its inhumanly-big cock pushing in and straining the fabric of her underwear.
''Mn! M-Mmn!'' Vauquelin frantically shook her head, eyes wide. ''Mn! Mn, M-MN!''
A sharp, muffled scream fled Vauquelin's throat as her underwear snapped from the strain – allowing the Giant Spider's cock to plunge deeply into her pussy. The penetration was rough and fast, its girth stretching her tight inner walls apart suddenly and making Vauquelin spasm against the web, nearly seeing white as the creature's big cock throbbed inside her. A small trickle of virginal blood escaped her defiled pussy; not that it stopped the Giant Spider from rearing its cock back, and then shoving its cock in even deeper.
Vauquelin buckled against the web, her tearful gasp muted by the webs covering her mouth. However no amount of protesting would free her, the Giant Spider hissing above her as it buried its cock into her body, stretching her insides with its shaft. And as the creature began to thrust Vauquelin felt the small bumps and ridges on its cock, rubbing against her aching insides and ripping a muted gasp from her throat.
''M-Mmph!'' The Destroyer screwed her eyes shut, whimpering as the Giant Spider buried its shaft in her deeper – the bumps on its dick allowing Vauquelin to feel each and every inch of her insides get spread apart.
Soon the tip hit her cervix, bottoming out inside her formerly-virgin pussy. Mercifully the creature stopped for a second, allowing Vauquelin to gasp and whimper against the web – but she had no more than a scarce few seconds to recover from her defilement before the Giant Spider resumed moving, hissing intimidatingly as it roughly bucked its cock forth, shoving its large shaft inside her comparatively tiny pussy.
'O-Ow... it hurts...' Vauquelin mentally whimpered, wincing as the Giant Spider began to move faster, railing her sore insides. 'I-I wanted... some cute boy... to be my first...'
That naïve dream was firmly out the window; a fact reinforced to Vauquelin as the oversized arthropod punched her cervix with each thrust, bottoming out inside her tight vice-like pussy. However no matter how tightly she squeezed the creature's dick it didn't pull out; relentlessly railing her smooth folds while unheeding of her mute struggles – struggles that were quickly weakening, the pain of having such a big cock entering her delicate place sapping her strength.
Shuddering Vauquelin dared to look down her own body, paling at the sight of her stuffed pussy – the Giant Spider's cock so huge she could visibly see the bulge in her pelvis as it rearranged her insides, hammering her cervix so roughly it felt like a punch to her stomach. And as the beast kept raping her tight hole she felt the tip hit her deepest parts, and push a little deeper. One thrust began two then three, the cock inching deeper and pushing against her cervix.
Until finally, the Giant Spider forced its way past her cervix, fucking her womb.
''M-MMPH!'' Vauquelin's muffled scream did little to discourage the beast from shafting her, its cock pulsating inside her ruined pussy
She knew deep down what was coming but frantically denied it; shaking her head side-to-side as she tried to ignore the dangerous throb in the beast's cock, and how it pushed and punched up against her womb – the foreign feeling akin to having her stomach pushed up into her chest, her birth canal stretched as the Giant Spider railed her with each powerful thrust, her immense tightness only encouraging the monster to keep pounding her, until finally it reached climax.
''Mm?!'' Vauquelin squealed – and then went stiff when the Giant Spider bottomed out inside her abused pussy, its cock pulsating inside her.
Not a second later thick gushes of cum accompanied by plenty of eggs were unloaded inside her womb, spurt after spurt of its unnatural cock flooding her insides and knocking her up. She couldn't even move during it, her legs stiff with shock as the giant arthropod impregnated her, so much cum flooding her womanhood that it overflowed from her folds and dribbled down her legs, pooling beneath her ass.
''A... Ahh...'' Vauquelin twitched only once the Giant Spider reared itself back, pulling out – leaving her pussy quivering around thin air before she slowly relaxed, shivering against the web. ''N-Nuh...''
Her muffled denial went unheeding, her gut churning as she almost felt the eggs inside her begin to take root – bonding with her as they entered their growth stage, already beginning to transform. She didn't know how long spiders took to hatch. She hoped it wasn't a short process; someone might be able to stop it if they took long enough.
Whilst Vauquelin was paralysed by the knowledge of her imminent fate of being a broodmare, the Giant Spider skittered across the web over to Hanazuki. The pink-haired girl remained paralysed on the web, face-down and ass-up, her hakama covering her shapely rear. The Giant Spider solved that a second later, one of its bony legs coming down and cutting a ragged gash across her rear – cutting through her clothing, and snapping Hanazuki out of her terror-induced stupor.
''A-Ah...'' However she didn't scream; too terrified to. ''Don't... I-I don't want this, please...''
The Giant Spider offered no sympathy. Without a hint of emotion it mounted her, using its bony leg to rip apart the back of her hakama completely, revealing her ass – her girly pink panties also ripped off her hips, leaving her smooth, virgin folds exposed. The monster angled its abdomen and took aim, the tip of its shaft pressing against her delicate pussy; before it reared itself back, and Hanazuki braced.
No amount of preparation however could prepare her for the abrupt thrust that slammed the Giant Spider's cock inside her. Hanazuki shrieked as the monster's large shaft roughly stole her first time, burying two-thirds of its inhuman cock inside her pussy in a single thrust – causing a searing jolt of pain to shoot up her pelvis. Her shriek of pain echoed off the walls but the Giant Spider didn't bother to muffle her considering her position, instead hissing as it bucked its body forth and buried its dick inside her tight entrance.
''M-Mn...'' Hanazuki whimpered tearfully against the web, spasming each time the arthropod pistoned into her, the painful feeling leaving her gasping for breath.
Whether due to her virgin nature or the creature's sheer size each thrust was harsh on her body, the bumps across the Giant Spider's cock making Hanazuki buckle forwards. However her position on the web rendered her immobile, unable to even kick her legs as the creature rhythmically plunged its shaft into her, its intent to mate with and impregnate her all too apparent. Worse still she could feel the wetness on its cock after violating Vauquelin, allowing its shaft to bury inside her that little bit easier, thrusting into her womanhood with bestial passion.
'It feels... like I'll break...' Hanazuki thought to herself between gasps, wincing as the creature cock's bumped against her cervix.
If the Giant Spider was concerned about literally breaking her in half, it didn't show it – the creature's hissing growing louder as it sped up its movement, thrusting into her tight, defiled pussy with quick thrusts. It pounded her deepest parts with no regard for her meagre resistance, its cock pulsating inside her folds as it got ready to knock her up too, to lay its eggs inside her. It took all Hanazuki's willpower to just grit her teeth and bear it, whimpering into the web as she was used as little more than a breeding tool, her womb soon to bear terrible arthropodic children.
The Sakura girl trembled at the thought, her inner walls constricting the Giant Spider's dick even as it kept railing her, sheathing itself all the way inside her formerly-virgin pussy. Her pelvis bulged and her insides stretched to fit it, and soon the creature began pounding her cervix with more force than before, the pointed tip of its dick allowing it to batter her deepest parts like a battering ram, hitting her cervix over and over again – until finally it achieved its goal, and penetrated her cervix too.
''AHH!'' Hanazuki cried out on reflex; pain spiking through her stomach as her cervix was breached.
The Giant Spider wasted no time in penetrating her womb too, stuffing her birth canal with its cock and relentlessly hammering her pussy, forcing her insides to stretch despite the pain it caused. The throb in the beast's cock became more apparent but Hanazuki ignored it; screwing her eyes shut and just trying to block it out. The technique worked; her surroundings fading bit by bit as she pretended nothing was happening to her, that the pain between her legs didn't exist and the breathless ache in her lungs was absent also.
And before Hanazuki realised it she entered a downwards spiral, mentally growing distant from her surroundings – allowing the Giant Spider to mate with her pussy relentlessly. The cock pumping inside her vice-like pussy moved faster and faster, fucking her raw-
-until with a sharp, high-pitched hiss, the Giant Spider slammed its inhuman shaft inside her and blew its load.
Thick gushes of cum flooded Hanazuki's womb, delivering with it plentiful quantities of eggs that quickly nested themselves inside her womanhood, the cum overflowing from her deflowered hole. Hanazuki didn't react to any of it, eyes dulled and her mouth slightly ajar, her mind thoroughly checked out.
And even as the Giant Spider went for a second round with Vauquelin, even as the Vichya Destroyer made muffled screams for help, Hanazuki remained silent and still.
X-x-X
Hermione ran as quickly as she could in her heels, her footfalls echoing down the otherwise desolate hallway.
'Someone who can help, someone who can help...' Hermione's mind raced for answers – her mind quickly going to Queen Elizabeth. 'Yes, she would know what to do best!'
Nodding determinedly to herself Hermione kept up her quick pace – that was, until she heard creaking up ahead. Immediately she slowed to a stop and aimed her rigging; awkwardly having to tilt her body to the side to aim half-decently in such a narrow corridor. Silence fell over the hallway and she waited, tense-
Chink!
''Eek!'' Hermione spun left and took aim inside a door – only to find a cracked cup on the floor. ''Oh... ah... hah...?''
Her laugh trailed off before it began, confusion flooding her instead. She had already searched these rooms and hadn't found any items in them. And more importantly, the now-cracked cup was in the centre of the room...
...so where did it fall from?
It was then Hermione saw it; paling as she saw a hole in the ceiling she had previously brushed aside. And not a second later she heard something thump into the room directly behind her – and cried out as a muscled body tackled her from behind. Surprised and off-guard Hermione couldn't react before the creature shoved her against the wall hard, her cheek hitting the ruined plaster and her breasts squishing against the hard wall, the breath knocked out of her.
From the corner of her eye she saw her assaulter – an Orc. However unlike other Orcs she had heard about this one was a paler green hue, its otherwise naked body covered by a loincloth. Most startlingly however bits of dried blood covered its body in a fashion reminiscent of war paint, with two long streaks across its humanoid cheeks and one vertical streak on its forehead.
''Mn!'' Hermione was startled out of her shock as the Orc grabbed the back of her rigging and wrenched it apart, the metal breaking apart with the screech of rending metal.
She snapped out of it a second later, grunting and elbowing back. She hit the creature in the chest but it merely pushed her up against the wall, her turrets creaking as they began to turn around and take aim – but by the time she nearly got a lock on the humanoid beast it destroyed her turrets, throwing the damaged turret pieces down the hall and ripping her torpedo tubes away and out of reach.
However the Orc was so busy throwing her torpedoes aside that Hermione saw her chance; grunting harshly as she wrenched herself free from the Orc's grip – wasting no time in making a break for it. Without her rigging the cruiser could run much faster, hearing more than seeing the Orc give chase after her; their mutual footfalls thumping down the wooden corridor.
''A-Anyone listening, requesting s-support!'' Hermione barely had the mind to tap into her local-area radio, frantic.
The room they entered in through came into sight, hope lurching into Hermione's chest as she skidded slightly across the floor, grasping onto the rough wooden door-frame. She practically threw herself inside, spotting the open outdoor area-
-only for the Orc to finally catch up with her, grabbing her right arm. The sudden jolt to her shoulder made Hermione gasp and stumble, slowing down lest her arm get pulled from its socket. Her weakness was ruthlessly capitalised upon, a hand roughly clasping itself over her mouth before the Orc released her arm, landing its hand on her stomach instead – pulling her back towards it, the Orc's warm body flush against her back.
Hermione struggled, and struggled hard – kicking, thrashing, screaming into the palm over her mouth; but it did nothing. The Orc pulled her back out into the hallway and she desperately grabbed onto the door-frame, stopping it from pulling her any further back. However as if the gods were mocking her the door-frame crumbled beneath her fingers, splinters falling past her digits as she was suddenly grasping onto nothing; allowing the Orc to pull her all the way back into the room across from the half-destroyed bedroom.
''M-Mn!'' Hermione's muffled noise went unheeded, the thick hand over her mouth muffling the sound easily.
However all such thoughts of the hand on her mouth fled as the Orc leaned back against the wall near the windows, causing her to feel its large cock press against her ass – her frilly dress failing to hide its large size. Hermione went stiff for a second, and the Orc ruthlessly took advantage – its free hand leaving her stomach and instead shoving itself under her dress, and into her black panties.
''Mm?!'' Hermione buckled, eyes wide with fear as the creature's fingers probed at her pussy, touching her most delicate spot.
She snapped out of her shock a second later, shaking her head desperately and struggling with renewed vigour. However her struggling did little to stop the green-skinned Orc from rubbing her pussy, its thick fingers sliding over her lower lips almost-experimentally, before slowly pushing two digits inside her. Hermione's breath hitched and she tipped her head back, gazing at the ceiling with wide eyes as she intimately felt the fingers push inside her womanhood.
Desperately Hermione closed her legs as best she could, her thighs clamping around the violating hand in her underwear, but it failed to discourage the lustful Orc from having its way with her. The beast's fingers were thicker than her own were, easily stretching her delicate insides apart as it poked and prodded around her womanhood. At some unseen signal it forced a third finger inside her, ripping a scared gasp from Hermione's lips as it forced itself upon her.
''A-Ah...'' Hermione cringed as the Orc's tongue tickled her inner ear; the beast tracing her ear with its wet tongue.
Movement just outside made Hermione tilt her head, eyes widening as she spotted a large group of Ship-Girls walking cautiously below; amongst them being Deutschland and Graf Spee. The group that was assigned to investigate the tunnel below the building.
Immediately Hermione tried to call out for help, struggling desperately against her captor and crying out into his hand, ignoring the fingers worming around her pussy – but the hand over her mouth muffled her words, the thick windows not helping either. If she could just break free she could smash a window and get their attention, but as she kept struggling she found it impossible to do that; the Orc holding tightly onto her despite her frantic attempts.
Soon the group below passed by the window, out of sight. Hermione shuddered, her cries growing weaker as hopelessness began to claw at her heart – her hips buckling backwards in a weak attempt to escape the thick fingers thrusting into her pussy. However doing so only rubbed her butt up against the Orc's meaty cock, its shaft easily felt through the layers of fabric between them, and eliciting a low, dangerous rumble from the Orc.
Suddenly the fingers yanked itself out of her pussy and made Hermione gasp, reeling in surprise. Then she saw why – her eyes darting up to the hole in the corner of the ceiling.
From it another Orc dropped down, landing in a low crouch. It was still for a second, as if observing its surroundings, before it unceremoniously ripped its loincloth off – revealing its large cock that was quickly swelling to full hardness. Hermione quivered in fear and shook her head desperately, eyes wide with scared tears pricking the corners, but the beast paid her fear no mind and trudged closer to her.
The Orc in front of her slid its hands under her dress, hiking it up while completely ignoring her desperate, jerking kicks. The second her dress was up to her thighs it grabbed her panties and ripped them clean off, the waistband digging into her butt before it tore off completely, leaving her womanhood exposed to the creatures – and Hermione's heart sunk as it grasped her fleshy thighs, lifting her legs up whilst unheeding of how she wriggled and struggled.
'Please, no...!' Hermione thought in a panic. 'T-The Commander... I wanted, to save for him...!'
However the Orcs paid no mind to such a dream; the one in front of her pushing its thick shaft up against her delicate womanhood, and then pushing inside. The first few inches entered her and Hermione gasped, throwing her head back and widening her eyes as the next few inches penetrated her, stretching her virgin walls apart. The discomfort evolved into gasp-inducing pain, her chest emphasised with how she arched her back from the shock.
Bit by bit the Orc buried its cock inside her, stopping only when two-thirds of its length was snugly buried inside her formerly-virgin entrance. Hermione shuddered between the two muscled Orcs, whimpering into the hand covering her mouth, but it wasn't over – something that Hermione soon realised as the Orc behind her used its free hand to push its cock against her asshole. The cruiser had just enough time to feel panic before its cock pushed inside her rear too, the slow penetration ripping a sharp cry from Hermione; writhing in the Orcs' grip as their cocks entered both her holes.
''M-Myn!'' The cruiser shuddered as the Orc behind her stopped, its cock throbbing in her ass.
For a moment, both Orcs were still. Then without warning they began to thrust – eliciting a muted cry from Hermione as both creatures buried their hard throbbing lengths into her pussy and ass, stretching her insides with each rough thrust. The lack of lubrication made it sting but the pain was nothing compared to the nausea she felt; sick that she was being violated by such creatures. A small part of her mind rationalised that it could be worse, that she could get stuck with a parasite or bug, but that did little to ail the humiliation she felt.
Thrust after thrust the two Orcs defiled her, inching their shafts in deeper and deeper until they both bottomed out in her holes, stuffing her to the brim. The sensation of being so filled eliciting a high-pitched whimper from Hermione, twin streaks of tears running down her cheeks as they pistoned their cocks into her. She was briefly distracted from the sensation when the Orc behind her reached around and grabbed both her large breasts, roughly fondling them through her dress and making her gasp; but it also left her mouth finally free.
A scream built up in her throat, and the Orc in front of her cut in short by kissing her – consuming her bubbling cry and muting it. Hermione violently shook her head and tried to break free but the Orc kept kissing her, and with a teary whimper Hermione stopped screaming; simply enduring the feeling of their cocks pounding into her pussy and ass, their pelvises impacting her butt and pelvis as they bottomed out repeatedly.
''Mm... Mn... a-ah...'' Hermione whimpered as spikes of pain and faint pleasure teased her body, the latter only humiliating her more – horrified with herself that she would feel even a modicum of pleasure, even if it was just her body's way of trying to take away her pain.
Skin slapped against skin, the lewd sound feeling so loud in her own ears yet failing to attract any help to save her from her defilement. And as the two Orcs continued pounding her holes and groping her breasts Hermione felt their cocks begin to throb, causing her eyes to widen in fear as he knew what was coming – reigniting her desire to struggle, whimpering and nearly sobbing as she tried to break free. However her attempts were for naught, their cocks drilling into her holes with bestial passion.
Until finally, the Orc in front of her climaxed – slamming all the way inside her. ''A-Ah~!''
Thick ropes of cum shot into her womanhood, the sensation of its hot load flooding her insides making Hermione gasp, spasming. Not a second later the Orc behind her groaned and slammed up into her asshole, preluding the thick spurts of cum that shot inside her. The shock of getting creampied made Hermione tighten up like a vice, her tightness only causing both Orc to cum inside her more.
Soon the two monsters finished, both pulling out in unison. Hermione shuddered at the sudden absence of dick, her holes sore from the abuse and her heart broken, sniffles audible even as the Orc behind her covered her mouth with its hand once more. However the maid soon realised her fate wasn't over yet; shuddering as the Orc lowered her legs down onto the ground.
The Orc behind kept her mouth covered and laid its other hand on her stomach, stopping her from wrestling free as it gave her a shove, pushing her forwards. Her legs were weak but Hermione managed to not fall, shivering with fear as the other Orc grabbed the front of her dress – the two monsters guiding her through the halls. She simply submitted, just trying to keep walking with collapsing into a heap and looking for a way out.
Between them the Orcs led her to the stairwell, dragging her up the stairs. The floorboards were cracked and damaged but they held firm, allowing the two Orcs to haul her up them to the third floor. Hermione immediately noticed something strange, her dazed eyes soaking in the sight of a broken doorway marked with tribal bloodstains; the odd lines alien in design, and meaning nothing to the dazed maid.
''Mrn...'' Hermione winced as the Orcs pulled her through the doorway... and revealed what laid beyond.
The walls of the adjacent rooms had been knocked down, expanding what should be a single bedroom into what amounted to four or five bedrooms in a long line, heaps of clothing and stolen valuables scattered around the room. A few Orcs sat around the room almost-idly, whilst a single larger Orc sat at the far end of the room atop what used to be a bed; said bed long-since malformed by its weight. Its green-skinned chest was marred with cuts and scars but also more tattoos, and as she looked around she noticed how submissive the other Orcs were to it. An Orc Chief, of a sorts.
And sitting in the corners of the terraformed room, was San Diego and Laffey.
Hermione's eyes widened as she gazed at the two girls. Laffey was dulled-faced but conscious, gazing up at her with blank eyes. San Diego had more life to her eyes but it was a crazed light, staring not at her but through her. Both of them were completely naked, their bodies pale and dirty – but what was most frightening was the visible bulges in their stomachs. They were pregnant.
'Oh god...' Was that going to be her too?
Without an intelligible word the two Orcs guiding Hermione suddenly stopped, pushing her down onto her knees. The maid whimpered, and even when her mouth was freed she couldn't muster the strength to cry for help; fright making her throat close up and wiping the mere idea from her mind. Instead her scared gaze was locked solely onto the Orc Chief as it stood up, gazing at her with imposing gold eyes as it trudged closer, discarding the loincloth around its waist to reveal its massive cock – a cock even bigger than the two Orcs on either side of her.
''Laffey... San Diego...'' Hermione croaked for help.
Both pregnant girls didn't reply, merely staring at her – Laffey blank-faced, San Diego with a grin. Hermione whimpered at that, fearful as the Orc Chief reached down with one hand and grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her face close to its cock. She wasn't so naïve she didn't know what it wanted but she didn't want to do it either, sniffling as its dick prodded her lips. Deep down she knew it would just force her to do it; she had no choice in this. Compliance would just make it easier for her.
With that in mind Hermione reluctantly opened her mouth, shuddering as the Orc Chief's cock slipped in past her lips, and into her mouth. It was thick and forced her to open her mouth wider, a wince marring her gentle visage as more and more of the monster's cock filled her mouth, soon hitting the back of her throat. Unheeding of that fact it kept pushing; slowly shoving its length down her throat bit by bit until she was opening her jaw as wide as physically possible, nearly breaking her jaw from how wide open it was.
''Mn...'' Hermione shuddered as its cock inched deeper down her throat – until finally the Orc Chief pulled her face flush against its crotch, its massive cock filling nearly her entire throat.
Without pause the Orc Chief began to thrust. It yanked her back by the hair and then shoved her back down its cock, roughly making her deep-throat it over and over again. Each thrust stretched her throat open and made it hard to breathe, breathless whimpers escaping Hermione as her throat was violated so completely. The hand gripping her hair pulled and tugged painfully but the thinning amount of oxygen made it hard to fight back, her hands weakly clawing at the Orc Chief's hand.
Saliva wetted her lips and coated the cock railing her throat, each rough yank of the creature's hand shoving her up and down its length. Hermione screwed her eyes shut and endured the feeling, whimpering as its veiny shaft slid in and out her pale lips. Its balls hit her chin repeatedly, the messy saliva leaking from her lips running down her chin like drool. The added wetness only made the Orc Chief force her down its cock faster, low grunts rumbling from the monster's throat as it jerked her head back and forth, throat-fucking her with an unyielding grip on her hair.
''Mrph... Mn...'' Hermione dared to crack her eyes open a tiny bit when she felt movement next to her.
To her horror both Laffey and San Diego had moved closer, their vacant eyes staring straight at her, unblinking. However the creepy sight was pushed from the forefront of her mind as the Orc Chief began throat-fucking her faster, its grunts taking on a deeper edge as it plunged its length down her throat – roughly pulling on her hair to the point she gasped, tears pricking at her eyes. The beast didn't stop despite that, grunting breathily as it plunged its dick into her mouth, stretching her throat with each buck of its powerful hips.
Its pelvis hit her face repeatedly, the firm muscle making each impact sore on her nose; a wince marring Hermione's visage as it fucked her mouth harder and harder – until finally the beast slammed all the way down her throat and nearly hit her stomach, and then came.
Thick, gushing amounts of cum shot down her throat; the sheer amount immediately making Hermione's eyes widen to their limits. She swallowed the bitter load desperately, feeling the thick warmth flood her stomach as she gulped, and gulped – and gulped. Over and over again the cruiser swallowed the Orc Chief's cum but it didn't stop cumming, her stomach beginning to ache and her mind growing foggy, the lack of oxygen tightening her lungs and making everything become hazy.
That haze only got worse as she kept inhaling the Orc's pheromone-infused musk, her face buried in the creature's crotch as it unloaded down her throat. Her stomach bulged the tiniest bit from the sheer amount, and soon Hermione's eyes began to flutter, unconsciousness racing to claim her – when the Orc Chief finally pulled out out of her throat, allowing her to breathe once more.
''K-Kuh...'' Hermione fell onto the floor in an undignified heap, coughing badly and spitting out some cum she hadn't swallowed.
With a weak moan the cruiser rolled onto her side, one hand holding her sore belly whilst the other cupped her mouth, feeling sick. However the creatures weren't done with her; something that Hermione soon found out as both San Diego and Laffey crawled up to her, the former grinning soullessly at her as she grasped the front of her dress – and ripped a big hole in it. Hermione was too weak to stop her however; moaning pitifully as San Diego roughly ripped bigger and bigger holes in the fabric, Laffey silently doing the same.
Soon the two enslaved girls managed to rip Hermione's dress off completely, leaving her in nothing but her frilly black bra, stockings and heels. The cruiser shuddered, feeling the eyes of all the creatures in the room on her, but her attention quickly shifted onto the Orc Chief as it knelt down before her, grasping her fleshy thighs and spreading them wide open, allowing it to line itself up with her pussy.
''No...'' Hermione croaked. ''Not again...''
The cruiser began to struggle – but Laffey and San Diego suddenly intervened, pinning her arms down to the floor with surprising strength.
''Y-You two...'' Hermione whimpered, confused.
San Diego merely grinned widely at her, the thousand-yard-stare she gave just as intimidating as the monsters around her. ''It'll feel good. Just wait until they hatch~''
Laffey's mind was elsewhere however. ''...hungry...''
Without warning Laffey reached down and grasped the front of Hermione's bra – before ripping it off, allowing her large breasts to jiggle free. Hermione gasped in surprise but before she could speak Laffey leaned down, suddenly taking Hermione's right nipple into her mouth and sucking hard. It clicked it Hermione's mind and she whimpered, struggling futilely beneath the two enslaved girls even as San Diego also got down, putting her lips on Hermione's other breast and began to suck too, trying to coax out a milk that wasn't there.
Her full attention immediately shifted south however as the Orc Chief pushed its cock against her pussy, her heart leaping into her throat – and Hermione whimpered as the monster pushed its massive cock inside. Her pussy lips spread apart and its shaft slid into her womanhood, a strangled gasp fleeing her sore throat as its cock reshaped her pussy with its cock, pushing inside one inch at a time. She clenched tight around the intruding cock, but it did little to stop the dick from penetrating her deeper and deeper.
''A... Ah...!'' Hermione's back arched off the floor, mouth hanging open as it kept stretching her insides, a pained wince on her face as it finally hit her cervix – and kept pushing.
The cruiser's pupils dilated at that realisation, a stuttering, fearful denial fleeing her trembling tongue as pain burned in her pussy – before a loud shriek fled Hermione's lips as the Orc Chief slammed through her cervix, bottoming out inside her pussy. Her pelvis visibly bulged and she could feel its shaft throbbing inside her womb, the pain mixing with the numbness and leaving Hermione feeling dizzy from all the abuse, shuddering on the floor.
After only a few seconds of pause, the Orc Chief began to thrust. It reared its hips back and plunged back in at a steady pace, eliciting a string of rasping gasps from Hermione's lips as her insides were deformed by the creature's large cock. Even if she wasn't the most petite girl in the world the monster's sheer size was too much for her, and as the creature began to plunge into her faster the beast also got rougher, slamming its shaft into her womanhood almost violently.
''Gh-! Ah!'' Hermione couldn't even muster the strength to grit her teeth; her head tipping back as she just let it happen, whimpering when both the pregnant Laffey and San Diego gave her breasts more sucks.
Skin slapped against skin, the loud sound ringing in her ears. Dimly she hoped someone might hear it, that they would come save her – but any thoughts of salvation took a back-seat as the Orc Chief railed her pussy harder, its throbbing girth pounding her womb violently-
-until it hit something in her, and she felt something crack.
''G-Guh...!'' Hermione buckled on the floor, a harsh wince on her face and a hoarse gasp fleeing her lips – the pain spiking as the Orc Chief continued pounding her womb, hitting her deepest parts and cracking her pelvic bone with each violent thrust. ''S-Stop...!''
The Orc Chief did not heed her cries. With lustful grunts the bestial creature railed her pussy, slamming itself balls-deep in her pussy with wet smacks, its sheer size pushing out the cum from the other Orc that creampied her earlier, making room for its own load. Held down by two of her fellow Ship-Girls Hermione was helpless to stop it, her hoarse cries filling the third floor of the dorms as it violated her with impunity, its pelvis-breaking cock conforming her insides to fit its cock.
'C-Commander...' Hermione thought of her own beloved Commander. 'Please... save me...'
Even as the Orc Chief kept ramming into her womanhood Hermione kept begging to be saved, mind spinning in a downwards cycle. Not once did she snap out of it; not when her pelvis finally broke from the abuse, nor when the Orc Chief knocked her up and bloated her with profuse amounts of cum.
Until finally like a broken record, Hermione's mind screeched to a halt, and she mentally broke.
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