And after quite the delay, it is time for our heroin-loving heroines to continue their onslaught with seizing not one, not two, but THREE compounds for their employers! Enjoy the bloodshed!
After their latest victory, the diabolical duo went on a joyride causing as much havoc as possible. They originally left the Panau Falls Casino in a military jeep, but that was quickly lost when Cherri leapt out of the driver seat and it drove off a cliff. The two spent miles either flying or grappling their way down the open road, eager to test their new abilities.
Of course their little rampage quickly attracted the attention of the Panauan military, but they were quickly dealt with. Demencia happily set many of them on fire, her twisted grin being the last thing they see as they were burned alive. Cherri, meanwhile, was having endless fun tethering any dumbass who crossed her to the ground or a vehicle before zapping the life out of them.
Their swath of destruction lasted for hours between their new elemental powers, mowing down their opponents with guns, committing vehicular manslaughter, or just beating them to a literal pulp. Once they finally settled down, they returned to the hotel they brutalized and literally flew up to the penthouse suite to spend the night.
Thanks to the endless energy granted to them by their demonic nature, the two had no need for sleep unless they felt like it. They instead spent the majority of the night downing drinks, doing whatever drugs Cherri had on her, or simply breaking whatever they felt like. The hotel managers, while averse to having their property damaged by guests, was not suicidal enough to tell off the women responsible for leaving a pile of corpses at the front door and blowing up a massive portion of the building.
The two were currently burning the midnight oil with Cherri guzzling down her fourth bottle of tequila while Demencia watched TV waiting for another news report from President Panay covering their latest rampage.
"Aaah!" breathed Cherri as she finished the bottle and smashed it against the wall, "I gotta admit this place has some premium booze, not like that bathtub gin back home that tastes like literal piss."
"How do you know what piss tastes like?" asked Demencia.
"Let's just say there are some reaaaaaally kinky bastards where I'm from. Even kinkier than me, I mean."
Before she could elaborate, the tell-tale jingle of the Panau government channel came on and showed the tacky-suited dictator himself.
"People of Panau, there is urgent news to share. The duo of foreign terrorists responsible for the destruction of the mountain base have resurfaced and launched an attack on Panau Falls Casino. They murdered approximately 212 loyal Panauan soldiers in their bloodthirsty conquest to weaken our magnificent military. There is also information that these two are now aligned with multiple guerilla factions looking to usurp the government. Any and all information on the whereabouts of these terrorists will be met with substantial financial compensation."
Once the message was over, Demencia lifted up the TV and flung it out of the penthouse windows.
"Why'd you do that?" asked Cherri.
"Because DESTRUCTION!" shouted Demencia as she then let herself fall out of the window. After several minutes and a sickening thud, the girl flew back in the way she came without a scratch on her.
"Goddamn it, you are hilarious!"
"What can I say, crazy is as crazy does! I'm gonna do that again!"
The rest of the night passed in relative peace, if you can call one girl repeatedly throwing herself about seventy stories out of a building for fun while her friend drank thousands of dollars in liquor peaceful. When the sun came up, the two strolled out of the hotel leaving the room looking like a warzone.
They simply spent the morning taking in the sights of Panau while, of course, causing more chaos with the likes of carjacking, gunfights with soldiers and the occasional shooting of civilians for fun. All the while, they did admire the pristine jungles and crystal-clear waters that made up the southeast-Asian paradise. For a brief moment, they even felt bad that such a lush landscape was being converted into a dictator's empire with military bases and oil manufacturing taking over the forests and beaches. It actually made them feel bad for the population of Panau.
Not enough to tone down their destructive antics, mind you. Especially when the abundance of oil pipelines and gas tanks gave the two an impressive amount of targets. Cherri delighted in learning that her electricity was capable of hacking the pipelines and causing a massive chain of explosions that blew away anyone too close to the pipe. Even with their appreciation for the place, Demencia and Cherri were itching as always to destroy anything they could get their hands on.
They soon got their wish when they were contacted by none other than the Roaches claiming that their boss had a job for them. A few minutes later the two found their way to a phone booth painted blue and with the cartel's emblem on the side. Once Cherri dialed the number given to them, they were soon met by Razak himself driving up to them in a blue van.
"Excellent work at the casino, ladies! As exceptional as that was, however, we need your magic hands once again to expand our trade."
"We gonna bust a rival drug dealer?" asked Cherri as Demencia barely overheard them while looting passersby for drug money and fruit snacks.
"Not to worry, we are THE medicinal provider of Panau! That privilege, however, comes with some drawbacks like that cancerous President Panay closing our trade routes through the premiere harbor in Panau City. We need you to infiltrate the harbor and reclaim it so we can once again practice free trade."
"Sweet!" cheered Demencia as she stole some candy from a nearby baby.
"Yeah…Sign us up for that. It won't be long before she gets bored and starts eating people if we stick around here."
"I didn't think you'd be that sentimental," commented the don.
"Oh, normally I let her gobble up whatever or whoever she wants, but the sooner we get this job done the sooner we get more drugs and I wanna get more of your stuff. That shit's addictive by crack's standards!"
Razak, either because of the promise of more profit or simply to escape the fact that one of his employees just admitted she has no problem with cannibalism, laughed and brought the two to a nearby helicopter where they would begin their mission. A short ride later the two found themselves in the premier port of Panau along the northwestern shore of the island. Nestled in the capital city, the only major metropolis on the island, the port was loaded with cranes and smokestacks all bearing the white star logo of Panay's regime. The duo of demonesses departed from the chopper with Razak bidding them farewell.
"Alright, let's get in there and shoot some assholes!" cheered Demencia as she summoned twin fireballs in her hands.
"Eloquent as always," remarked Cherri, "Now let's fuck shit up!" The cyclops kicked off their raid with throwing half a dozen frag grenades at the unsuspecting guards at the front gate. The eight of them were blown to pieces before any of them could even say "Ow!"
With the gate cleared out, Cherri grappled onto the roof of one of the towers near the entrance while Demencia simply leapt into the base with a revolver in one hand and a ball of flame in the other. It did not take her long to start frying and/or shooting any hapless grunt who got in her way.
Cherri, meanwhile, decided to play sniper from the towers with a machine gun as she picked off enemies as they charged in from afar. When one of them discovered her position, she grappled to a new vantage point on the roofs while shooting lightning at her aggressors and happily yelling about what she would do to their mothers in bed.
Once they had cleared out the outside, the two began moving through the various warehouses that made up the port to find more goons to gut. The ladies got extra creative with these executions from Cherri electrifying a metal catwalk to kill all the soldiers trying to shoot them from above to Demencia welding the doors shut with her flames and turning the place into a shooting gallery.
It was not long before the two reached the central point of the compound where a final stand was set up by the soldiers. Several mounds of sandbags and another Gatling gun with a bottomless clip was all that their opponents could do to set up a final confrontation.
"Okay, that's all the pussies could come up with?" wondered Cherri, "What, no force fields or biological weapons?"
"Maybe in the next game!"
"What?"
Demencia gave her signature shrug, tongue sticking out and everything, as she blindly charged in with a pair of pistols. The soldiers let loose a rapid stream of bullets from their heavy artillery, but that did little to slow her down. Even as the shells ripped through her body, her demonic form regenerated near-instantaneously and she still fired off her rounds into many unsuspecting faces.
Cherri, meanwhile, grappled around to the back of them and then let loose her lightning. Within seconds all of the remaining militiamen were fried to a crisp.
"YAY! Fresh meat!" hailed Demencia as she proceeded to gobble one of the well-done goons. As Cherri stared at her voracious companion, the lizard demon actually held out a chunk of arm meat for her to try.
"You want me to eat a dead man's flesh?"
"Mm-hm!"
"Eh, fuck it. Can't be worse than drugs."
Cherri was actually surprised by the taste of man and how it was superior to many of the culinary offerings in Hell. As she pulled out a bottle of tequila from her hammerspace boobs, they were quickly met by Razak who flew to the center of the base via personal helicopter.
"A job well done, ladies! With your expertise, this harbor shall be a beacon for free trade once again! Now, how would you prefer your payment?"
"Medicine, the best you've got," replied Cherri as she ended up taking a few more bites. Once again, Razak was unfazed by the blatant cannibalism in front of him and had his subordinates bring out a suitcase filled with "pharmaceuticals" to satisfy his new best agents.
"Pleasure doing business with you, ladies. Keep the free trade flowing!"
Demencia and Cherri ran off with their contraband and decided to tour the city. Unlike the ramshackle huts and sprawling coasts, Panau City was a concrete jungle with massive bridges connecting the four major districts and buildings scraping the heavens. This gave the duo countless ideas on new forms of mayhem they could cause to the government and civilians alike. Whether it was grappling cars to objects for vehicular manslaughter the likes of which God has never seen before or fly-by fire bombings, the duo literally painted the skyscrapers red as they saw the sights and demolished several more Panay statues which were littered all throughout the city.
Once night fell, the two ended up making their way out of town on a hijacked bus before the literally crashed just as they got off the bridge. Their regeneration was now so advanced that the two were not even fazed by the impact and continued to snooze until sunrise. Once they were awoken by a suicidal convoy of soldiers who wanted to arrest the two for the grand theft auto, the girls shook the sleep out of their eyes by Demencia blasting their heads off while Cherri had multiple of them tethered to the wreck and electrocuted en masse.
"Seriously, when are these little shits going to learn they can't stop us!" boasted Cherri as she looted even more firearms from her fallen foes.
"I hope never! Then it wouldn't be nearly as fun!" Demencia spoke as she shot herself with a vial of heroin to further boost her adrenaline. The girl flew off, now literally and metaphorically high, ready for more carnage while Cherri drove under her in the goon's jeep.
Their potential mayhem was interrupted, however, when a jeep belonging to the Reapers intercepted them saying that Bolo had a job for them as well. The ladies quickly agreed and soon met with the head communist lady herself who relayed the mission in her hilarious accent.
"Your power is most certainly impressive, ladies. That level of strength can rally the fire in people so they have the courage to rebel against Panay's oppression. Despite your feats, though, they still live in fear. We need to make a statement to reignite their passion while also strengthening our cause."
"Let me guess, you want us to take over some huge base so that putz doesn't have it AND you get whatever goodies he has there?" asked Cherri.
"Exactly, comrade! The president has a base in the mountains, not far from where you first arrived, where his scientists test jet and rocket propulsion in high altitudes. If you could seize the base, we could utilize that research and return the spirit of the islanders!"
"Count us in! More explosions mean more fun!" yelled Demencia as she pulled out an assault rifle and began open firing on a nearby freeway to make the cars explode.
"She gets bored easily," commented Cherri.
"Then I trust this will whet your appetite," assured Bolo.
"Sweeeet…" purred the cyclops as she pulled out a machine gun of her own started shooting up the vehicles herself. Their little shooting contest ended in a draw with nine exploded automobiles a piece. Sure, dozens of civilians were dead, but all the two of them cared about was settling their score at this mountain base.
Bolo, either through supremely warped logic or some grade of pharmaceuticals even Cherri might find excessive, took their rampant disregard for human life in stride and invited them aboard a nearby helicopter which would take them to their mission. The duo was whisked away from the outskirts of the city back to the snowy mountains and were dropped off less than a mile outside the facility.
"Good luck, my revolutionaries! Show them the fury of the oppressed!" bid Bolo as the chopper readied to take off again.
"How much you wanna bet she's an even worse leader than the current president?" asked Cherri once they were alone.
"Pretty likely. This sort of political agenda is typically done to gain the allegiance of a beleaguered populace only for its emphasis on community-driven resources and equal rights to quickly vanish in order to ensure their newfound government's power is permanent," answered Demencia with disturbing clarity.
"How…do you do that?"
"Huh?"
"Go from bat-shit insane to actually smart like that?"
Instead of answering, the lizard-girl simply pulled out a random charred arm from her hair and nibbled on it while apparently trying to think of an answer with her eyes crossed and stroking her chin as if in deep contemplation.
"Oh who cares, let's just kill more fascists!" The demoness charged in with a shotgun and surprised the five patrolling guards by blowing their heads off. Once the way was clear, she zapped the control panel on the front gate causing it to short-circuit and let them stroll in.
Demencia, meanwhile, flew overhead and spotted numerous fuel tanks with soldiers nearby trying to regroup. One lobbed fireball later, all that was left was flying shrapnel and the overcooked remains of Panauan troops.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! Fireworks for everyone! Death to all who oppose us! I want room service!" she yelled as she quenched her thirst for blood, sometimes literally by drinking it, as she shot fireballs, gun rounds of every shape and size and occasionally herself to bowl soldiers over and rip their throats out as she passed them.
Cherri Bomb, seeing such magnificent mayhem, felt her insides stirring as she thought of a song she once heard in a film long ago.
"You turn me on, pah-rump! You turn me on, pah-rump! You're not too tall, you're not too short, you're not too round, pah-"
She lost track when a pair of soldiers snuck up behind her and tried firing at her with SMGs.
"DO YOU MIND?!"
In retaliation, she sent a grappling hook into one man's genitals before sending the other end of the hook to his friend's privates. The two screamed even louder as the cable was pulled together and messily castrated the two.
"So inconsiderate…" she muttered as she pulled out a revolver and silenced the pair with headshots. Once she was calmed down, as calm as a murder-happy demoness could get, she noticed another helicopter flying towards her.
"Oh no, another chopper…" she drawled with sarcasm so thick even the pilot could hear it, "What ever shall I do? It's not as if I have dispatched a dozen of them already…"
Demencia beat her to the punch, however, by commandeering a nearby flak cannon and blowing the copter out of the sky.
"Come on, Cherri! More destruction awaits!" she rallied while pulling out a grenade launcher and barreling further into the base.
"Yep, definitely turned on now…"
The cyclops followed her equally insane friend down a ramp where soldiers set up another garrison. The duo did not even bother using cover as they walked through the hail of bullets, their organs and muscles healing off the damage by the second, and proceeded to beat the goons to pulp with their hands for a change.
"Oooooooh!" awed Demencia as they walked past their latest bloodbath into a large pit only to find three gigantic gas containers. All of them were spherical, over twenty feet tall and marked with the red and white Panauan logo meaning they were primed to explode.
"Seriously?!" exclaimed Cherri, "They are just asking for people to blow this island to rubble!"
Demencia decided to break out something special for the occasion - the C4 charges. She could already imagine the grand finale they would make once the mission was done. Once the explosives were set, the two moved up and out of the storage area back onto the path towards the main terminal of the base. The two decided to take two nearby trucks the rest of the way and proceeded to run over and soldier dumb enough to get in their way. Another dozen schmucks were run over as they drove forward until they found the last bastion the government set up. Just like the port base, it was a ring of sandbags guarded the last twenty militiamen along with a Gatling gun pointed straight ahead.
"Hey Cherri, I've got an idea…" spoke Demencia.
"Shoot."
She answered by pulling a revolver and firing a round into Cherri's eye.
"Very funny," she deadpanned once her face was back to normal, "Now what's your idea?"
The erstwhile soldiers, meanwhile, were still oblivious to the demons meeting only a hundred feet away from them and manned their posts. They were soon called to action, however, when two of their own trucks came charging straight for them. The leader of the group stepped up to the machine gun and sent hundreds of bullets into the trucks until they exploded from the onslaught.
"Ha ha!" boasted the gunner, "That'll show them!"
Those turned out to be his last words, however, as a sniper round was fired straight into his skull and ended him instantly.
"IT'S A TRAP!" shouted one of the slower soldiers.
"No shit, dipstick," snarked Cherri as she sent lightning coursing through three of them while Demencia continued to pick off the rest from a nearby roof with her rifle. Thanks to all the rounds she stole from Panauan gunners, she had plenty of reloads ready and thus had room to shoot many of them in the testicles or get really fancy and shoot the weapons out of their hands while her partner struck the rest with her lightning. Once they had finished off the rest, Demencia flew over to her partner who was tucking more weapons into her cleavage for later.
"How many guns you got in there?"
"You wanna find out?" teased the cyclops as she squeezed her breasts, much to Demencia's confusion. Before they could get much further, a helicopter marked with the Reaper's logo flew in.
"Excellent work, comrades!" congratulated Bolo, "Now all the information here can go to helping the people and reclaiming their rights!"
"Yeah yeah, viva la revolution, what's our pay?" asked Cherri.
"Oh trust me, ladies, you will be handsomely rewarded for your efforts. I hear you two are quite the connoisseurs of alcohol."
"Maaaaaybeeee…" mentioned Demencia as she giddily pulled out a detonator from her hair.
"We have quite the collection of spirits both from foreign beneficiaries and those taken from government swine."
"Now you're speaking our language!" complimented Cherri as she pulled Demencia aside and grappled them to the edge of the pit where the massive gas spheres were.
"Now?" asked Demencia like a kid wanting to open her Christmas presents.
"Now."
One button push later and a massive KABOOM rattled the mountainside as the chambers became a trio of enormous fireballs that sent smoke and debris miles high. The two would have been killed by the shockwave were it not for their organs' ability to go from paste to perfect health in five seconds.
With that done, the two leapt off the side of the mountain and landed on a freeway far below them and started running off to cause even more trouble. Despite being on foot, the duo was blazing trails as they blew through any roadblock the government had set up. On multiple occasion, they commandeered one of the mounted guns and turned it on the soldiers. Cherri eventually jumped in the driver seat of the vehicle while Demencia tried in vain to empty the infinite ammo of the weapon on everything in sight. Trees, cars, mountainsides, innocent bystanders, all of them were targets to her. Cherri eventually ran the car of the road and into a boulder for kicks to close out the day. One ransacking a house later and the two hit the hay after splitting a bottle of stolen gin.
The next morning, they were greeted by a letter from Sri claiming that he too had a mission for them to benefit the Ular Boys. Once they got ready for another day of fun, they made their way to the lantern that the nationalist picked for the rendezvous point.
"Rise and shine, saudaras! I hope you are enjoying what Panau has to offer."
"Yeah, it's a real fun place!" agreed Demencia as she started ogling one of the machetes carried by Sri's goons.
"Excellent! Now that you see all the natural beauty of this island, I'm sure you'd agree that the industrialization that our 'president' is developing is a travesty."
"Yeah, even I've got to admit, it'd be a real shame seeing this place covered with airfields and docks," said Cherri, "So let me guess, you've got a compound for us to enter and beat the shit out of every soldier there?"
"Absolutely right, saudara! The place we need you to go, however, is quite special. It is the only nuclear power plant on the island."
"AWESOME!" shouted Demencia, already imagining the kind of havoc they could wreak at such a place.
"While I am not keen on such a facility, it is a major provider of power to the islanders and thus have no intention to fully destroy it."
"Ugh, don't tell me we have some namby-pamby guidelines to follow," groaned Cherri, "My girl and I here work best when we get to cut loose."
"Relax, saudara, I will in no way restrict your methods. I want this facility captured not to dismantle it, but merely to free it from government influence and expand the power of the Ulars. Will you be of assistance?"
"What's in it for us?"
"The Ulars are very skilled in the herbs and medicine of this island. I happen to have some recipes to make natural remedies that I believe you'd be very interested in."
"Whoa there, pretty boy. I'll have you know I am a fucking expert at anything snorted, smoked or shot. This better be primo stuff you're offering."
"There is a good reason such remedies are not used anymore, saudara. They have been outlawed for this island for centuries and, were they ever to be released on the market today, would make even the purest cocaine look like cough medicine in comparison."
That got the ladies' attention. If they really had a recipe to make shrooms into something like that, this mission would be more than worth it.
"We're in! Bring on the drugs!" cheered Demencia as she pulled out two pistols and started firing them into the air cartoon-style. A few bullets killed some passersby on the way down, but Sri was only concerned with the mission.
"Fantastic, saudaras! A helicopter will take you to the plant shortly. Once there, feel free to be as creative as possible with your raid and prepare yourselves for the experience that is ancient Ular medicine."
The demonic duo quickly made their way to the provided chopper and found themselves flying towards the eastern part of Panau where the terrain was almost entirely jungle. The nativists soon dropped them off outside the plant, the multiple conical silos sticking out like a sore thumb as no other buildings on the island resembled them.
This time, the two did not waste any time chit-chatting and got straight to business with infiltrating the place. Once again they saw a line of guards manning the front gate with some placed on watchtowers to spot any incoming threats. What they did not expect, however, was Cherri Bomb using a grappling hook to pull the guys off the towers and let them plummet to their deaths while Demencia roasted the ones on the ground.
With the gate cleared, Demencia flew them in with Cherri hanging onto her legs. Once they were in the center of the plant, the cyclops let herself freefall where she literally hit the ground running and proceeded to shoot any soldier she caught sight of dead with a machine gun. Even as she peppered with rounds from all sides, the girl just kept shooting until her gun was out of ammo. That was not the only problem for the army, however, as Demencia stayed above them taking potshots with a revolver and dropping grenades onto unsuspecting groups. By the end of their latest rampage, another forty grunts had their blood splattered on the walls.
The demonic duo regrouped on top of one of the silos. "Nice job with those bombings," complimented Cherri as she loaded a revolver she stole off one of their latest kills.
"Aw, thanks! I've got a great partner-in-crime!"
"…And a partner in something else, if you feel like it…"
That last statement confused the dragon-like girl as Cherri gave her a rather… peculiar expression. If Demencia did not know any better, which contrary to her insanity she did, and thought her friend looked aroused. Before she could ponder on that too long, she spotted a surface-to-air missile launcher some ways away and got another terrible idea.
"Hey Cherri, you can use your lighting to make machines go haywire, right?"
"Sure! What have you got rattling around in that pretty head of yours?"
She pointed to the mounted SAM and the cyclops got the message loud and clear. As another wave of hapless minions tried to snipe them off their perch, Cherri grappled over to the SAM and sent an electric pulse that quickly made it start firing off rockets in random directions. Several buildings were leveled as well as nearly every other soldier in the place was turned to a fine red paste by the massive blasts.
"Welp, hope Mr. Closed-Borders didn't need most of this," commented Cherri as she and Demencia strolled through the now mostly-trashed base. While there were a few stragglers, they were quickly dealt with in various painful ways. Strangled to death by grappling hook, tethered to walls and then beaten to death or, in one sap's case, being straight-up eaten alive by a ravenous Demencia. Once her latest meal was done, the woman started thinking about how her partner seemed to be flirting with her. While she was flattered by the thought and had a legion of fanboys on social media, she felt conflicted as her heart and body still belonged to the maniacal mastermind Black Hat. She was brought out of her thoughts when she saw yet another final stand set up exactly like the last two.
"Okay, now this is getting old," snarked Cherri, "Are these twats that lazy or just fucking stupid?! They really thought this would work now when it hasn't worked twice already?!"
"Guess that means more targets for me!" She brought out the rocket launcher and barely gave the blokes a moment to react before she bombarded them with high-explosives.
"Damn…they didn't even see you coming…" Cherri spoke, her voice noticeably quieter than usual.
"One of the first things you learn at Black Hat Academy: Fair play is for those who want to lose."
Now it was Cherri who was lost in thought as Demencia snatched up any remaining weaponry from the newest batch of dead fighters. While Cherri was a slut and a kinky bitch through and through, it was rare she ever genuinely got close to someone. Other than her protégé Angel Dust, she had maybe a dozen people she legitimately trusted or, Hell forbid, actually looked up to. Yet here was the insane girl who she had spent days with having the best time ever and growing to respect her brand of insanity without ever realizing it. That latest stunt made Cherri realize something as she once again felt her nether regions heat up.
"Am I…in love?"
Her own fantasies were cut short, though, as Sri and the Ular Boys arrived on the scene to claim the now-liberated power plant for themselves.
"Ah, marvelous job, saudaras! I must admit, you completed your job faster than I could have ever hoped. Now then, we have the recipes for our ancient medicines ready for you, but be sure that only you two use them. The last thing we need is for them to go on the black market."
"Sure thing, el capitan!" assured Demencia as she walked over with an armful of weapons and stuffed them all in the seemingly bottomless bag of holding that was her hair. With her hands free, she took the recipe sheet and was now ready to go ingredient hunting.
"Hey Cherri, you okay?" she asked her friend who still looked spaced out.
"Uh…fuck yeah! Let's go get high on mushrooms and then sack another bar!"
"Whatever you say, buddy!"
With that the two took one of the military trucks that survived the rocket storm and drove their way to a place where they could spend the night and then find the components to this secret super-drug. While Cherri drove with her usual expertise, she could not shake off that she her feelings for Demencia had changed without even realizing it.
Well, this is a crack fic by every meaning of the word so why not put a crack pairing in as well? Next time, the girls take on their next big mission!