"False Conscience"

by Black Mantle

A Letter from the Author

"False Conscience" © Black Mantle. This is a fan-fiction based on the Quest Strategy-RPG Ogre Battle March of the Black Queen, and therefore the characters and locations involved are © Quest. This story contains some mature content, and should not be read by young viewers.

I originally gave this story an NC-17 rating on FanFiction.net, but I am now giving it an R rating; this is because of recent policy changes at FanFiction.net regarding NC-17 rated stories--they're going to get rid of them. I believe it should be R rated; however, there are certain scenes and suggestive themes, particularly the introduction, so I had given this the NC-17 rating, just to be safe. I am currently looking for other places to host this and all my other stories, as I do not personally agree with the limitation that FanFiction.net has imposed, but I do understand why they would.

Preface

Inside a dark room, a figure tosses in a large bed.

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In a shifting sea of purple mist, a lone figure floats in the air, panicking. All around the small figure, things that no one dare speak of creep around in the darkness, slowly closing in on their hapless target. The lost soul turns, her sharp eyes fixate on any sound that sparks her ears. Looking through the long hairs in her vision, she tries desperately to identify that which has made its presence known, without revealing its position. Feeling a chill running up and down her back, she hugs herself, hoping to somehow shield her unprotected form from the great beyond… but to no avail.

Lashing at her delicate skin, a snake-like entity wraps itself around her leg like a whip, and again, another catches her arm and another her neck. The timid maiden could feel herself being pulled apart, pulled wide open, for whatever these beings intended. Another of these powerful arms grabbed her other leg, clinching it tighter than the others, almost to the point where it would break the underlying bones and then it moved. Pushing her leg with the force of a mighty volcano, the end of the alien extension drove itself straight into her underlying opening, tearing away at whatever was to be found.

The scream heard throughout the dark plane would reach the ears of no one willing to help; they reached no one at all. With her free hand, she grabbed the vicious thing that was destroying her sensual center; trying with what little force she had to remove it. Her squeals would still be of little help, and were quickly stopped by the impact of another tentacle, running her through the back and out through her stomach like a crooked tree branch. Without a second's hesitation, it turned and ripped out her chest.

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In the darkroom, the lone figure jolted up from her soft welcoming bed. Waving a hand near a night table, a candle magically ignites, bathing a small portion of the large chamber in a flickering yellow light. Picking up the candle with her outstretched arm, she pulls it towards herself, revealing her soft pink skin, bathed in her own sweat. Positioning the candle before her, she pulls away the covers to confirm what she felt; her sheets and her lower body were covered with a mix of noxious and pheromonic fluids. The slightest breeze caused her nude form to chill, but that didn't cause her incessant shivering. Looking into the light to reveal a face that would often remain fixed in the face of atrocity, it now paled in absolute fear as the now vulnerable woman spoke to calm herself.

"C-c'mon Deneb, p-pull yourself to-together."

To Be Continued…