The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 23: Alabama
Alabama barely lingered around the medical area for more than a minute; staying just long enough to make sure the Fletcher-class girls had been received before making her way back out into the mist.
It was hard to navigate but Alabama made do, her expression hard as she kept her eyes and ears peeled. She didn't have a huge amount to worry about in terms of her own safety; she was one of the best melee combatants of the Eagle Union, and her scythe rigging weapon only enhanced that. The only monsters so far she'd had trouble against was a group of Orcs, and even then they had barely managed to push her down before she wrestled her way free and killed them. While they had power, they didn't have technique.
Still, she didn't let herself get overconfident. She kept her wits about her and headed straight for the Eagle Union dorms, intent on doing a sweep to make sure nobody was left trapped nearby. On the way she encountered a few roaming packs of Werewolves and did a quick detour to kill them, buying her allies elsewhere some time. The small pack fell easily to her scythe, and those that managed to dodge soon fell to her shellfire, their form erupting into fine red mist at the hands of her 16-inch guns.
''Mn...'' Alabama jogged to a stop as she finally neared the dormitory, her eyes flickering about for any sign of life.
Unfortunately she didn't find any. Her gaze went to the building itself, and dimly she wondered if someone might be inside. It wouldn't be impossible to think of, given that some might've thought to use it as cover or investigate it for survivors, which she vaguely recalled hearing about. However she didn't dare go inside herself; even with her physical strength she knew better than to put herself in such a confined space, especially since it would essentially forbid her from using her guns and scythe.
''...maybe...'' Alabama's eyes narrowed, and she raised her guns.
The dorms were built to last a Siren siege; they were durable. It spoke of how much damage it took that the Ironblood dorms collapsed, but it also spoke of how durable they were that the other three dormitory buildings were still standing despite all the holes in them.
Therefore... it would survive without one side of the building, right?
''Hn...'' Alabama widened her stance, taking aim – tapping into her local-area radio at the same time. ''Eagle Union dormitory... danger close...''
Her rigging whirred as the barrels took aim – and then with a deafening blast all nine guns fired, unleashing a blast of shellfire across the entire side of the building. Huge chunks were blown out of the walls, obliterating rock to dust, but true to her expectations she didn't blast through the building; despite her 16-inch guns, the damage barely even reached the hallway beyond the bedrooms, the thick walls enduring the damage with remarkable sturdiness.
It also allowed Alabama to look inside the rooms, blowing the dust cloud away with a sweep of her scythe, the air pressure behind her swing creating a faint gust. As she expected many of the rooms were empty, and with the debris falling down from the upper floors it was hard to make out any fine details – but when she saw movement coming from the top floor she most certainly noticed. As did she notice when something jumped out.
''Nn?!'' Alabama leapt backwards, landing in a low crouch with one hand on her weapon and the other on the concrete; eyes narrowed at the creature before her.
An Orc.
Not a second later another two Orcs leapt down, growling at her menacingly. Alabama was unafraid, merely glaring back at the beasts as she raised back up to her full height, spinning her scythe around into a ready position.
That seemed to trigger the beasts, as with a loud roar they charged her. All three came from the front, prompting Alabama to jerk her right shoulder out and promptly fire her Battleship-class cannons. The Orcs tried to dodge but weren't fast enough to dodge the shells; said shells erupting across the ground in front of the beasts with lethal precision, engulfing them in clouds of fire and smoke. Alabama, however, remained unconvinced.
A wariness that served her well as the three Orcs burst from the smoke, roaring and with grievous wounds on their torsos, but all of them still standing. Their charge had slowed somewhat however, giving Alabama the time to take the initiative – breaking out in a fast run straight for the monsters, wielding her scythe in both hands and bringing it around in a swift, lethal swing; beheading one of the Orcs that wasn't fast enough to duck.
''Mn-!'' The dark-skinned Battleship grunted as one of the Orcs reached out, grabbing onto her cannons and denting them.
In response she de-summoned it, beheading the Orc in a flash – mentally chastising herself for forgetting about their tendency to target her rigging. The third Orc tried to take advantage of her lapse in focus, reaching out for her arm, but she twisted away at the last moment and planted her foot on its chest, kicking off it. The force of its kick sent the Orc stumbling back, making it pause its attack long enough for Alabama to collect herself; and by the time it charged her she ran to meet it.
Only for another Orc to jump down from above, getting between them and forcing her to abort her attack. She wasn't fast enough.
''Nn!?'' Alabama's eyes widened as a thick fist buried itself in her stomach, making her fold like a card before she was thrown back, crashing into a toppled-over tree with a wheeze.
The Battleship coughed raggedly, fumbling for a second until she could push herself up, one hand wiping the spittle from her chin – turning her gaze ahead. The Orc from before had backed off but was watching her warily, in contrast to the other Orc that now stood ahead of her, facing her but not attacking her. Compared to the other Orcs it seemed larger and more scarred, with a myriad of tattoos inked on its body in blood. An Orc Chief.
Alabama merely grunted, shouldering her scythe and eyeing the monster warily. It wasn't attacking her. Oh she had no doubts it intended to, but the fact it had the sense to restrain itself spoke of some level of intelligence, and that made her more wary than anything else. Monsters could form vague plans, they could attack from different angles and work together – but intelligent monsters knew when to throw punches and when to dodge, when to retreat and regroup, when to prioritise targets. And most troublingly, they had the capacity to learn.
A fact Alabama was reminded of as the Orc Chief held out a hand to its side – and then not a second later, another Orc from the third floor dropped a sharpened piece of metal rebar, formulated into a mock-sword.
''Fight...'' The Orc Chief worked its jaw, hot breath visible when it exhaled the gravelly words.
Alabama gripped her weapon tighter. ''Fine by me.''
Then she was off, bolting towards the monster and bringing her scythe around to behead it. With startling speed the Orc Chief raised its crude weapon and blocked her scythe, the thick steel enduring the cutting edge of her weapon. Undeterred Alabama then raised her leg and swept it out in a roundhouse kick aimed for the monster's ribs, only to grunt in surprise when it grabbed her ankle and stopped her foot dead – yanking her close.
Her other foot was pulled out from under her, forcing her to release her scythe and plant her hands on the ground, nearly hand-standing. With a harsh grunt of exertion Alabama twisted her waist, yanking her ankle free and sliding back into a low crouch – snatching up her scythe just in time to raise it up and block the incoming slash from the Orc Chief. The impact rattled her arms from the strength, eliciting a reflexive grunt from Alabama before she pushed the beast back, sending it stumbling.
'Strong, fast.' Alabama noted, gripping the shaft of her weapon and swinging it around, cutting it across the chest – a shallow wound, but a wound nonetheless.
The Orc Chief got her back though. It moved with surprising speed and got inside her guard, grabbing her by the top and yanking her close – allowing it to headbutt her. The harsh impact dazed Alabama and sent her stumbling, leaving her vulnerable to a the beast sweeping her legs out from under her; sending the Battleship falling onto her back with a harsh cough. A meaty hand was swift to grab the front of her shorts and pull, straining the fabric until she kicked her right leg up, kicking the Orc Chief in the jaw and jerking its head back.
Using its brief daze to her advantage Alabama rolled over onto her front, pushing herself up. However the Orc Chief reacted faster than she expected, its right hand coming around and grabbing her plump breast through her top – a gasp fleeing her lips when it pulled her back against its chest. The crude metal sword curved up and around, cutting her stomach slightly as the edge slid along her mocha skin and up her top. Then the Orc Chief yanked the blade out, cleanly cutting through her white tube-top and black bikini top; sending the two halves of the fabric fluttering off her chest.
''Mn!'' Alabama swiftly spun her weapon around, cutting the Orc Chief across the shoulder – eliciting a booming roar from the monster as it released her, allowing her to twist around to face it.
Not a second too soon, as it the beast brought its crude metal sword down in an overhead slash. She blocked it narrowly, her arms buckling from the impressive strength of the beast and leaving both of them in a deadlock, their weapons rattling together. Her breasts were exposed fully but she didn't waste energy trying to cover them, focusing instead on the opponent in front of her. Thus when the Orc Chief took one hand off its crude sword to grab at her neck she reacted swiftly, deflecting its sword to the side and stabbing the blunt end of her weapon into its side, making it grunt harshly.
It swung its hand sideways, back-handing her across the face suddenly. Alabama took the blow with a wince, stumbling only slightly before reciprocating with a quick slash, cutting its left arm and drawing blood. It growled and slashed at her, narrowly missing her and prompting Alabama to hop back a few paces, spinning her scythe around into a more comfortable position. Using the flat edge of the blade she deflected the slash that went for her shoulder, sliding in close and throwing a punch aimed for the beast's gut.
It struck true; eliciting a harsh grunt from the Orc Chief and making it bent over slightly, allowing Alabama to slice upwards for its neck-
-only for the beast to narrowly manage to grab her blade, stopping it dead.
Blood dribbled from its hand but her weapon failed to cut through it, and before Alabama could retreat the Orc Chief attacked – lifting its leg and kicking her square in the stomach. The impact sent Alabama flying back with a wheeze, smashing into and then through the partially-collapsed wall behind her, causing her to wildly tumble into the bedroom within until she hit the next wall, choking on her own spit as she tried to get air back into her lungs.
The sound of crumbling bricks made her look up, grimacing as the Orc Chief marched into the bedroom. Alabama put a hand on the wall behind her and stumbled up to her feet, but before she would lift her weapon the Orc Chief was upon her, grabbing her wrist and smashing it against the wall. The harsh impact made her nerves spasm and her grip loosen, letting the scythe slip free from her hand and clatter onto the floor.
''N-Nn!'' However even without a weapon Alabama wasn't defenceless; throwing a wild haymaker with her other fist.
The Orc Chief tilted its head out of the way, causing her fist to sail over its left shoulder. Then faster than Alabama cold react the Orc Chief grabbed her head in its meaty hand, its palm pressing against her face – before it slammed her head back into the concrete wall.
''Ghk-!'' Alabama buckled, stars exploding in her vision.
Thud. It slammed her head against the wall again, darkening her vision with muddy black spots.
Thud. For the third it bashed her head on the wall.
Thud. Her vision darkened on the fourth impact, wetness cold against the back of her head.
Then the Orc Chief yanked her forwards, making her vision blur as she stumbled across the bedroom. The monster grabbed her by the back of her hair and threw her forth, sending her head-first out into the mist, landing on her side with a harsh grunt and wheezing cough. Weakly the Battleship tried to push her arms under herself but her limbs trembled, her vision spinning from the repeated impacts to her skull.
Heavy footsteps behind her made Alabama shudder, chancing a glance over her shoulder. The Orc Chief was there, bleeding from the wounds she inflicted but still standing, and its intent intimately clear – its cock erect and out in the open. It got down behind her and grabbed the back of her black shorts, yanking them down along with the bikini bottoms beneath, exposing her rear to the beast.
''N-Nn...!'' Alabama tried to fight back; but she was barely able to stay conscious, let alone fight.
As such, the Orc Chief had very little trouble in pushing its thick, meaty cock against her folds, and slamming inside her. Alabama jolted forwards with a pained gasp, eyes wide as her womanhood was stuffed in a single hard thrust, the tip pushing against her deepest parts intensely. Pain flared in her pussy and she hissed, shuddering when the Orc Chief snatched her wrists and pinned them to the floor, growling above her.
Then it reared its hips back, only the tip left inside – before it slammed back inside her sex. Alabama grunted from the harsh thrust, her inner walls gripping the beast's cock tightly as it forced its way into her pussy but failing to stop it. Her thighs trembled beneath herself as the beast pushed into her over and over again, barely able to keep herself up on her knees as she took it from behind.
''Mn!'' The dark-skinned woman endured the sensation, shutting her eyes in an attempt to ignore the thick hardness thrusting into her sex.
However it was nigh-impossible to. The beast's thickness, the length; it all stretched her insides apart so much her legs spread apart a little wider on instinct alone, lest she break apart from its large size. Something that the Orc Chief took full advantage of, the beast grunting as it plunged into her pussy harder and faster, forcing its shaft inside her with each rough thrust and battering her cervix with the tip of its meaty cock.
Then it began to push deeper. Alabama's breath hitched, a sharp burst of pain shooting up her pelvis as the meaty cock pushed an inch deeper inside – and then she gasped as it penetrated her cervix. Adrenaline numbed the sensation only mildly, her mind briefly going white as the Orc Chief's shaft pushed into her womb, filling her completely. Combined with its large size and it felt like her organs were pushed up into her chest, the feeling of complete and utter fullness making it impossible to think.
''A-Ah...?'' Alabama trembled as the Orc Chief pulled its cock halfway back out – swiftly slamming it back inside. ''Mn!''
The rough thrust helped snap Alabama back to awareness, a gasp fleeing her lips as the monster bottomed out inside her. Weakly she struggled, but the Orc Chief just kept a tighter hold on her wrists – grunting against the back of her head as it jammed its thick cock into her womb, fucking her completely. The pain was sharp but not nearly as intense as it could've been; the shock of it all numbing the pain down somewhat.
However it didn't numb it nearly enough. Another sharp gasp fled Alabama's lips as her pussy was stuffed once more, the Orc Chief's cock slamming into her fast enough that it's pelvis smacked her mocha ass, creating a lewd smack sound – one that brought a humiliated red flush to her cheeks, a weak glare forming in her eyes. The monster didn't care one bit, grunting down at her as it continued bucking its hips forth, filling her tight sex with its meaty appendage.
''Ah, haah... haah...'' Thrust after thrust hit her deepest parts, skin smacking together as the monster's pelvis hit her ass hard.
A harsh grunt fled the Battleship's lips as the Orc Chief gripped her wrists tighter, pounding her harder. Its thick cock plunged into her sex over and over again, hammering her womb relentlessly and with such intensity her breasts rubbed against the ground uncomfortably, the monster's cock swelling up inside her-
-until with a low grunt the Orc Chief slammed in deep, and came.
Alabama buckled, toes curling as thick gushes of warmth flooded her womanhood. She clenched her teeth and hissed through them, face contorting into a grimace as rope after rope of cum was pumped into her pussy, filling her womb completely. Even then the Orc Chief unloaded so much into her that its cum quickly began to leak back out, drips of cum escaping her stuffed pussy and falling onto the ground between her legs.
A sharp shudder ran up her spine when the beast reared its hips back, slowly pulling out of her defiled pussy. Despite the fact she could try and use this chance to escape Alabama couldn't muster the energy, simply panting against the cold ground and trying to ignore the warmth dripping out of her folds, a bitter sense of defeat swelling inside her chest.
''Mn...?'' A grunt escaped Alabama's lips as she was suddenly twisted around and rolled onto her back, her bare breasts heaving lightly as she gazed up at the Orc Chief.
The beast huffed at her, exhaling a visible breath. Without loosening its hold on her wrists it held them by her bare hips, her shorts and bikini bottoms already yanked clean off her mocha thighs. With her arms pinned to her sides Alabama was helpless to stop the Orc Chief from pushing its still-hard cock against her folds – and with a growl it pushed inside, easily sinking back into her violated pussy and making the Battleship groan.
''Get off...'' Alabama weakly murmured out, wincing when the Orc Chief replied by roughly jerking its hips forth, bottoming out inside her tight pussy.
Within a matter of thrusts the Orc Chief penetrated her cervix once more and bottomed out, the tip punching against her womb. The foreign sensation made the dark-skinned Battleship gasp and buckle, her teeth visibly gritting together as she endured the harsh pounding – their pelvises slapping together so intensely her large breasts bounce and jiggled about. To her disgust she felt the Orc Chief eyeing her chest, and had it not been restraining her arms she didn't doubt it would've gone for her breasts.
Instead it just held her wrists in a vice grip, causing the bones within to creak from the pressure and extracting a fresh gasp from Alabama, her legs blindly kicking in defiance. The Orc Chief growled at her and bucked its hips forth more roughly, slamming its cock deep into her aching pussy regardless of her sharp gasps. Their pelvises smacked together louder and faster as it kept moving, reshaping her pussy to better fit its cock.
And as if to reinforce that notion, the Orc Chief deigned to speak. ''Mine.''
''Go die.'' Alabama bit back, glaring.
The Orc Chief gruffly grunted, slamming into her once more – before stopping. Alabama blinked slowly in confusion, only for her cheeks to darken when it released her arms and grabbed her ass. Before she could consider using her now-free arms a fresh pair of meaty hands grabbed them, yanking them back; a glance up revealing it to be an Orc. The Orc Chief took advantage of that, grinning up at her as it sat down and pulled her onto its lap, the other Orc getting behind her and yanking her arms backwards.
''Nn!'' Alabama winced from the position, glaring contemptuously at the two beasts. ''I'll kill you...''
Meaty hands gripped her smooth hips. ''You, fight. You, lost.''
Alabama merely glared down at the monster, pride stung – any surprise she felt at the Orc Chief's warrior-like intelligence replaced solely by disgust and anger. However that disgust and anger didn't stop the Orc behind her from pushing against her asshole, and plunging its thick cock into her rear. The mere penetration extracted a sharp gasp from the Battleship, her cheeks flushing a dark red as she was penetrated in both holes; the thought sending a shudder through her curvy body.
Then the two Orcs began to thrust. The Orc Chief bucked its hips up and made her gasp, only for the Orc to slam its cock into her tight ass, pushing her back down. Their cocks plunged into her holes roughly and without care, extracting a string of sharp gasps from Alabama as she was fucked in both ends, the friction making her shut her eyes and grit her teeth. Until a third Orc approached her, grabbing one of her twin-tails and yanking, making her gasp.
Not a moment later a thick cock slammed into her mouth, making Alabama choke. She tried to bite down on the cock but couldn't break the skin, allowing the beast to ravenously grab her head and fuck her mouth, grunting huskily as it slammed in past her lips. Saliva wetted its cock and helped ease it down her throat, muting her coughing gags as she was roughly face-fucked, her nose squishing against the Orc's pelvis.
''Mmph!'' Alabama shuddered as the Orc Chief released her right hip and grabbed her plump breast instead, roughly toying with it as the beast bucked its hips up.
Slowly Alabama lost herself in the motions, intimately aware of the hard lengths slamming into her ass, pussy and mouth, their roughness making her body jerk and spasm on reflex alone. Spit dribbled down her chin as the Orc made her choke on its cock, and unknowingly inhale its pheromones, slowly turning her on – weakening her resistance further. And as the other two Orcs continued pounding her pussy and ass the pain began to shift, becoming almost-masochist pleasure.
The dark-skinned Battleship shook her head as best she could, denying the sensations creeping up her body, but as the Orc kept making her deep-throat its cock her denials grew increasingly weak in her mind. Her struggles slowed and her body became increasingly limp, allowing the Orcs to ravage her with impunity – touching, groping, thrusting and fucking. Their skin slapped harshly against hers, bruising it, but as her lungs became filled with the Orc's arousal-inducing pheromones, Alabama felt only pleasure.
''Mm... Mmph... Mm...'' Alabama's eyelashes fluttered shut as she unknowingly gave in, surrendering even if she didn't consciously realise it.
The Orc Chief and its two subordinates kept pounding her regardless, stuffing her holes full with their thick girths. Skin slapped together, cocks slid into holes – and with a deep grunt the Orc behind her came in her ass; thick ropes of cum filling her rear. Not a moment later ropes of cum flooded her mouth and shot down her throat as the other Orc climaxed, thick dribbles of white leaking out past her lips.
And then finally the Orc Chief yanked Alabama's hips down and blew its load, flooding her womb with so much cum her pelvis bulged lightly; thick rivers of white leaking from her defiled pussy.
''A-Ah...'' Alabama was too out of it to feel it however; stuck in a constant daze, unable to shake out of it as she kept inhaling their pheromones.
So when the three Orcs pulled out and let her go, the Battleship barely even twitched, mind gridlocked even as cum leaked from all her holes.
The Orc Chief looked down at the dark-skinned woman; and with a grunt it waved off the other two Orcs. Obediently the two Orcs grabbed Alabama by her limp arms and began to drag her inside the partially-destroyed dorms, intent on breeding with her more alongside the other broodmares. Even if she was to shake off her dazed state of mind, between the Orcs she wouldn't be getting away.
However the Orc Chief didn't follow. Instead it picked up its discarded metal weapon and shouldered it, shifting it about as it tried to mimic how Alabama shouldered her scythe – before giving up with a growl of frustration and setting off, eyes focused on the distant horizon.
It knew, even if only on a subconscious level, that the dark-skinned woman had been stronger than the average. And it had beaten her.
Thus... what was stopping it from claiming more mates?
''Breed...''
And thus, the Orc Chief marched away, eyes set on more prey to drag into its den.
[END]
A/N: Next: Zuikaku and Shoukaku.