By Lionbadger 

I have a dreary commute to work and while looking for something to read came across Frenemy54's Fox Hunt serial (Misc stories, Mr X site,if you haven't read it, you should and if the setting confuses you I sort of tacked on my own continuity through the stories Fox Hunt 6-10). I've always been a fan of the Butterscotch Fox universe and with Frenemy's continuity I figured I could create a little off shoot/parallel universe setting for some home brew heroines and hopefully help out any other fetish inclined commuters. 

I suspect I am not great at describing costumes so there is a deviant art pic of the girls of project Hlin here:http://fav.me/d8bou1g comments, suggestions, offers of cake etc to lionbadger@hotmail.com 

(if you are reading with one hand you probably just want to skip halfway down the page) 

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I used to be jealous of those adventurous souls who had left our town, left Lithuania itself even, to see the world and make a name for themselves. I always wondered why,if the bustling outside world was as grand and enticing as they said it was,would anyone return to this tiny, forested corner of the world. Don't misunderstand me, I was never unhappy, just craved a little adventure. I wanted a story to tell in the bar, something that could match the fantastic stories that the veterans from the battle against Usonia told. If I had known the price of obtaining such a tale I would have resigned and hidden under my bed.

 

It was mid Autumn, that summer had been plagued by heat waves, forest fires and a corresponding spike in missing persons. Such a spike, certainly unusual in a town of barely ten thousand people, would normally have been explained away. Caught in the fires, lost to heat stroke, they'll turn up. Those explanations evaporated when I was called to attend the homestead of Gustaf Hesse. Gustaf's family were descended from the old Germanic junker class, thankfully long obsolete. His home, some five miles outside Varena itself, retained a sizeable tract of land bordering the thick forests and the house itself, though renovated over the years, retained its subtle fortifications. Narrow windows on the ground floor with heavy shutters, a thick oak door and a compartmentalised interior the legacy of an isolated and vulnerable aristocracy.

 

As I drew up in the drive I could see that the shutters on the left side of the house had been smashed. A junior beat officer met me at the front door, his face pale.Wordlessly he led me into the house and as I crossed the threshold the stink of death hit me. A trail of blood andf ilth wove from the room with the shattered shutters, it's internal door also hanging from the hinges, across the hall in which I stood and up the circling staircase. I followed the junior up the stairs, internally I was quite shaken but redoubled my efforts to show a facade of inquisitive calm. The trail veered away at the top of the stairs to the main bedroom. Here Gustaf had made his final stand against the intruder. A, butchered skeleton lay across one corner of the blood soaked sheets an ancient pike still clutched in its now skeletal hand. A discarded rifle lay on the floor beside the dismembered corpse of Gustaf's faithful hound. In the corner of the room a bloody pile of rags confirmed that Mrs Hesse had met the same grisly fate as her husband. 

 

"His children too?" I asked robotically 

 

"Gone" replied the junior 

 

"They took the bodies?" I asked 

 

"They might have been alive, there were no signs of violence in the rooms" said the junior his voice cracking 

 

My first instinct had been to attribute this grisly scene to some sort of bear, perhaps maddened by injury, hunger, heat or a combination thereof. The removal of Gustaf's children spoke of some malign, guiding intelligence behind the attack and put paid to that theory. The twins had both spent a year at University in Vilnius and were as fierce and tenacious as their father. It was inconceivable that they would allow themselves to be carried off without some kind of fight. 

 

"Two more missing persons then" I muttered. 

 

My brain caught up with my mouth. Surely this horror was an isolated incident, the spike in missing persons could not be down to some marauding beast. I glanced out of the gore stained window at the thick forests. The silent trees covered this corner of the country and continued unbroken across the border intothe lands of our belligerent neighbour, Bellorussia. An army could hide in that untamed terrain and nobody would know about it until the forest vomited them forth. I felt a horrible sinking feeling as I realised that we would have to at least try to make a search of the foreboding wood. 

 

As I returned to the station I quoted to myself a barely remembered passage from an old childhood book the only thing that travels faster than light is bad news.The desk sergeant greeted me with a grim nod and hushed whispers accompanied me up to my office. The barely overheard tidbits of gossip confirmed that the massacre was already common knowledge and even now, like a disease spreading from patient zero, would be seeping outto infect the wider town. I logged into my terminal and mechanically clicked through the steps to record the case. The crime scene photos were shuffled out of my email and appended to the case file. The cheerfully bright sun streaming through the windows seemed to mock me, sat here cataloging a scene from a horror movie. 

 

I jumped when my phone rang. I'd drifted into a daze without realising. 

 

"Hello" I said lifting the receiver 

 

"Detective, bad business at the Hesse house,the report here says there were bite marks on Gustaf Hesse's bones" the booming voice of the Director of Inspections thumped down the phone 

 

"I haven't seen any report sir, I only just filed my preliminary" I replied 

 

"The forensic team fast tracked it, rabid animal, probably dogs or mountain lion, analysis of the bite marks is ongoing but given the danger to the public we need tobe seen to be taking action" said the Director 

 

"And the missing children" I said wondering who had applied the pressure needed to fast track this case. 

 

"Missing children?" The Director asked 

 

"Yes sir, Hesse's two adolescent children were home for the summer. Their beds had been slept in but they were not at the house and there was no sign of violence. Search of the grounds didn't turn anything up either" I said patiently 

 

"Well either way this animal needs to be hunted down and destroyed, I want you to accompany the hunting party that is going out into the forest tomorrow. We can't have marauding animals eating our citizens"boomed the director 

 

My heart sank as I said "yes sir" 

 

I walked into the station at 8am to meet the hastily assembled rangers and animal handlers that had been given the job of tracking Gustaf's killers. It was already getting warm and the humid summer air promised only more heat as I described the scene I had attended the previous day. I handed out some of the photos and listened to the comments of the various hunters. Depressingly it appeared that nobody could agree on what was responsible for the grisly scene. Eventually the party climbed into an idling minibus to head out to the forest to begin the search for the beast. 

 

I remember the short drive was strangely subdued. Occasionally a ranger would offer a comment and receive a handful of grunts and nods then lapse back into silence. All too quickly we drew up on the edge of the forest and slowly searched the edges nearest Gustaf's home for tracks or clues to the perpetrator's whereabouts. Finding no tracks we convened at an old, barely visible path used by animals and forresters hiking into the woods. I was becoming increasingly uneasy and despite telling myself that I was imaging it I felt as if a hundred concealed eyes were watching me from behind those dark trees. I thought of a million excuses why I had to return to the station but every time I opened my mouth to voice them I remembered the missing people and the families desperate to know what had become of their loved ones. 

 

The temperature dropped sharply as we entered the wood, still hot but the difference with the meadow was marked. We hiked along the barely recognisable track into the wood, the trackers stopping to examine signs and spoor but frequently discounting it. I still felt that eyes were watching me, glaring with hate at the audacity of a group of humans entering this inhuman domain. I guess the others were feeling the same as every so often one of the group would swing around, his rifle raised to peer into the surrounding gloom. 

 

We must have penetrated about two kilometersinto the forest when we found the clearing. Some ancient tree must have fallen and brought down its neighbours to create this random space. We called a halt and took the opportunity to sip some water and discuss the progress. I was listening to a hunter explaining his confusion when I realised that we were the only ones still making noise. The forest around us, usually home to a thousand tiny noises had lapsed into silence and the group was suddenly on edge. Rifles scanned the trees surrounding us frantically hunting for a clue as to what could have caused the quiet. I clicked my radio but all I got was static. That made no sense. I knew for a fact that there was a hub radio antenna just 4 kilometers away. 

 

I was slapping the radio and quietly cursing under my breath when I heard the noise. It was somewhere between a growl and a murdered trumpet blast. Instantly the group had rifles turned and a string of shocked expletives came from the group. The last thing I wanted was to turn around but the curiosity overwhelmed me. I recoiled in horror at the thing that had emerged from the woods. It might once have been a man. At least it followed the basic man shape, two legs, two arms, massive tusked head on its fur covered shoulders. It was huge, easily over two metres tall and massively muscled. Like some unholy offspring of man and mammoth. The thing stood there, radiating menace as it watched us, it's malevolent red eyes glared at us while its hideous pink and grey trunk waved slightly. 

 

I realised with a sudden shock that this was no mindless forest mutant. It wore great bracelets of gold and sapphire on its forearms. A black leather bandolier criss crossed its chest and short animal hide troos studded with metal nodules covered it from waist to knee. As I stared at the creature wondering if this was truly the thing that had so brutally savaged Gustaf I heard the first scream. Panic took our group as we realised that a group of shambling,deformed creatures had attacked from behind while our attention was on  the beast. The creatures were hideous, mutated messes of flesh.Piecesof ad hoc tubing riddled them and dirty metal blades had been jammed into stump limbs. 3 members of our group had been eviscerated before we were even properly aware of the attack. Rifles boomed and stocks cracked into the creatures but the horrible things seemed immune to pain. Panic rose in me. I had no desire to be cut up by these things. I lashed out with the butt of my handgun caving in the face of the gibbering thing before me. Blood pounded in my head as I fought for my life. 

 

A terrible moment of understanding hit me as I realised the pounding was not just my blood. The mammoth creature had joined the fight. A huge fist slammed into the chest of a ranger near me. The man's chest compacted under the blow then exploded outwards sending a gory pressure shower of blood and bodily fluids jetting in all directions. A sickening, honking growl came from the creature and I realised the thing was laughing. Laughing at the terror and slaughter it was inflicting. The terrible red eyes swiveledto fix on me,rooting me to the spot. The thing stamped towards me like a living landslide. I willed every muscle in my body to move but could do nothing against my approaching avalanche of doom. 

 

The spell broke as one of the mutated creatures crashed into the mammoth with enough force to stumble it. My brain caught up with my eyes as I registered that it was only the top half of the mutant. The mammoth roared in anger throwing the broken corpse off of itself and turning towards the assailant. It found nothing and I noticed, with a sinking dread that I was the only member of the party still alive. The mutants turned towards the mammoth as it issued a series of roars and shrieks. 

 

Suddenly there was a woman beside the mammoth. I cannot explain it any better than that, perhaps my perception was affected by adrenaline and shock but simply put, she was just there. One moment the creature was stood, dappled in shadows from the surrounding trees, roaring at its minions the next a black and gold clad woman was just there. Striking like a cobra she rammed a fist into the creature's spine. The mammoth roared in fury and pain and its minions hissed malevolently rushing forward to help their master. The woman turned with the creature, disappearing from my view as the monster turned. She never emerged from the far side, vanishing as swiftly as she had appeared and leaving me to wonder if my terror addled brain had imagined it. 

 

A scream from the minions confirmed that I had not imagined her. The woman was among them crushing skulls and snapping limbs. She tore the arm from one bleating horror and rammed its bladed forearm through the face of another. The creatures swarmed her but as she disappeared under the remaining bodies she vanished again. The mammoth creature stomped into the melee of minions pulling them aside to find them squabbling over nothing. 

 

"You like to watch?" Whispered a voice at my ear 

 

I jumped in shock and turned to look at the voice. The woman was stood beside me watching the creatures as if she was at some mundane sporting event. It was the first chance I had had to get a good look at her. Black boots reached to just above her knee and had a sort of winged golden design at the top. A fish netted pair of tights covered her legs from the top of the boots to the crotch of her leotard.The design was repeated on the black leotard she wore, unashamed of the plunging v front which clearly displayed her voluptuous breasts. I couldn't tell if the leotard reached down her arms or if she simply wore high fitting black gloves. Gold bands circled her upper arms and her hard staring eyes were framed by a small black and gold mask.Lustrous auburn hair tumbled down onto her shoulders. 

 

"We need to get out of here miss" I managed to stammer 

 

The woman turned a look on me that froze the blood in my veins. The glaring deep brown eyes were full of utter contempt and hate. They bored into me pinning me to the spot as she took a step towards me..Malevolence and threat radiated off of her and I was unable to tell whether it was her or the mammoth I should be more afraid of.  

 

"I don't need to do anything. You can run home to hide under your bed and wait for these things to come and get you but I have a job to do" she said 

 
 

The words struck like a hammer but the few moments respite had given me time to think. 

 

"You're one of them aren't you, the ones that stopped the Usonian invasion" I said, my voice sounded distant and a lot braver than I felt.  

 

A roar from the mammoth ended our brief exchange. It pointed one ring encrusted claw at the woman then turned and headed back into the forest. The handful of remaining mutants scuttled forward hissing and drooling and providing cover for their escaping master. I glanced at the woman but she had vanished. I turned to the mutants and realised that she had already attacked them. A spinning brutally efficient blur of black and gold, she danced among the creatures collapsing chests and shattering joints.Long powerful legs snapped out, connecting with deformed, greyskulls and caving them in. It was over in moments, a glossy black boot crunching down on the remaining mutant finished the onesided conflict. 

 

"What are they" I stammered. Looking back I think I must have been in shock, no surprise, my search party butchered by a group of escaped medical experiments led by some ice age nightmare. 

 

"He calls them his drekavi, raw material not suitable for his so called grand works" the woman muttered. She tapped at a small device she had pulled from a waist pouch. 

 

"What does a mammoth call a grand work" I said 

 

The woman turned and looked at me confused "Mammoth? No, that's just a mercenary, it goes by the name of Ice Rage. It has been working for the old Tsar. It being here is not a good sign" 

 

"Then who were you talking about?" I said, trying to stop my teeth from involuntarily chattering 

 

She gave me a long look then ran a gloved hand through the thick hair "A self taught biologist called Kruk,GregorzKruk, he was once a commander at some guhlag in the soviet east. He has plied his trade across Russia and the satellite kingdoms around it offering his services as a genetic manipulator.He promises super soldiers and creates monsters or worse, these ruined things. These used to be people,have you got many missing people this year?" 

 

"Yes" I mumbled 

 

"Half of them are probably here, the other half are probably locked up in a cell across the border being experimented on or bred with. Yes, we're in business" she said 

 

"Business? What?" I said 

 

"I mean I have a signal. I punched a tracker chip into our mercenary friend, he should lead me right to Kruk and then" she made a whistling sound and drew an arc with her hand "boom, no more preying on european citizens" 

 

"I'm coming with you" I blurted,surprising myself 

 

She gave me another one of those looks,  she couldn't have been older than 25 and that someone of that age could harbour such disdain made me deeply uncomfortable. 

 

"You'll slow me down and you are in condition to help, if you were even borderline capable of doing this your tour group would still be alive" she stated bluntly 

 

"They were good men, they didn't know thiswas lurking out here" I spat,a horrible realisation dawning on me "But you did, you've been sent because someone knew this was here and didn't bother to tell us, didn't bother to warn us" 

 

"Oh it's worse than that, we leant on the armed forces to suspend patrols and leave this area deliberately vulnerable" the woman stated nonchalantly 

 

"What? How could you do that! People are dead or, or worse!" I spluttered 

 

"And would you rather that this had happened in Vilnius or Sofia, that Kruk unable to snatch a handful of border farmers would smuggle himself into the EU and grow like a cancer" she bit back "We don't have limitless resources and we can't see the future,the best we can hope is to fight these battles on our terms and sometimes there are no good optionsto pick from, just bad and less bad" 

 

I listened in shock to her reply unable to fault the terrifying cold logic and simultaneously repelled by the callous nature of it. My shock addled brain made a decision. 

 

"Then let's get going and put a stop to this" I heard myself say 

 

The woman glanced at me, the first time her beautiful features had softened from hate to a mix of sadness and pity "You can't fight these things detective, this is what they built me for" she said 

 

I put out my hand "Johan" I said "and I am finishing this, with or without your consent" 

 

She stared at me for a long moment then a half smirk broke her frown andshe stuck out her own hand "Night Strike" she said 

 

*** 

 
 

We spent 2 hours slogging deeper into the forest, Night Strike checking her tracker every now and then to make sure we were still on the trail of the mercenary. I was surprised that such a large creature left so few marks to follow.Despite the shock and the horror it was hard not to admire the woman. The tightly fitting leotard accentuated the slim waist and rounded hips and the fishnets besutifully displayed her firm rounded ass. A few times I tried to talk to Night Strike but always she deflected my questions and we would lapse once more into silence. 

 

Eventually we came to a hastily cleared segment of forest.The stumps of mechanically felled trees ringed a series of bright white prefabricated buildings clustered in the clearing. Regularly spaced polls held a huge camouflage net over the whole compound. Night Strike cursed under her breath and looked at me. 

 

"That's why we couldn't find him. Satellites and recon would have just seen trees. I bet those boxes are heat shielded too" she said "Pretty serious gear for a supposed independent" 

 

She muttered something I missed as she scratched at something behind her ear then looked back at me "I'm pretty sure this is the HQ but it could be a satellite operation or a staging post. We need to get in there and I.D. Kruk" she said "He's the head on this snake, we get him and the whole thing will end" 

 

"Easier said than done" I whispered pointing to a pair of guards who had wandered around the corner of one of the buildings. The pair were obviously on some sort of patrol circuit. 

 

Strike glanced back at me and frowned "If I go in alone can I trust you to wait here and not do anything stupid, like get seen and give the game away" she said 

 

I opened my mouth to protest but thought better of it "I'll stay hidden" I said shamefully 

 

"Good boy" she drawled sarcastically glancing back to the compound. I looked again at the buildings then glanced back to Strike to ask her how she was going to get close without being seen. She was already gone. I was alone at the forest edge. 

 

I hunkered down in the bushes to watch the compound. The minutes ticked slowly by in the stifling afternoon heat. I watched the groups of patrolling guards wandering around their circuits and willed Night Strike to reappear. A slight noise, almost imperceptible disturbed me and I breathed a sigh of relief.  I turned to find the mammoth staring down at me. I never got the chance to scream as its filthy clawed hand slammed into my face and my world went black. 

 

I came to in a cramped rusty cage in a gloomy room. Immediately the faint sounds of sobbing and despair came to me. I glanced around and realised my cage was one of a stack. The cages lined the wall of some horrible prison. My neighbour was a young shaven headed woman. Her right arm had been amputated and a crude box with a speaker was somehow fixed over her mouth. She looked at me with dead eyes and slowly shook her head. I recoiled in disgust and looked to the opposite cage. A bundle of blood stained rags was the only evidence that the cage had been occupied. A man was sat in the next cage after my empty neighbour. His arms clutched around his knees he rocked back and forth murmuring. I felt panic welling up in me, whatever had been done to these people would soon be happening to me. 

 

I suddenly registered faint voices getting steadily louder. A moment later a series of lamps stuttered into life illuminating a long steel table. My heart sank as I saw Night Strike shackled to the table, her legs spread and her arms pinned above her head. An ancient and scarred man shuffled into the light a few seconds later. He wore only a pair of short troos and a filthy leather apron. It was obvious the man had been subject to numerous medical procedures. A patch of skin, far darker and younger than the rest of him was stitched across one of his frail arms. Scars and stitching covered his pigeon chest. It slowly dawned on me that this unassuming hobo must be Gregorz Kruk. 

 

"At last!" Rumbled Kruk in a surprisingly deep russian voice "Suitable flesh stock!" 

 

He reached out his tiny frail hand and drew it across Night Strike's torso. His rodent eyes widened and he cackled softly to himself as he slipped his hand under Night Strike's suit to grasp her large unprotected breast. 

 

"You know I'm going to kill you Kruk" hissed Night Strike her beautiful face contorted in hate and revulsion at the molestation 

 

Kruk turned his scarred bald head and grinned through broken brown teeth "Quite the opposite, you're going to keep me very much alive" 

 

Kruk drew his hand out of Night Strike's suit and laid it on her diaphragm 

 

"You see,the Tsar's health is failing, some genetic curse afflicts him and his organs are decaying. I'm here to soucre suitably strong replacements and it is my immense good fortune to have found you" said Kruk as he leant close to Night Strike's ear "So that you fully understand my dear, I'm going to take your heart, your kidneys, your lungs and your liver and I'm going to put them in the Tsar "he chuckled darkly, straightened up and ran his hands once more across the restrained girl's magnificent body "I think I'll keep what's left for myself, including those beautiful eyes of yours" 

 

A long,grey thread of saliva dropped from Kruk's paulsied lip to spatter on Night Strike's thigh. 

 

"If you let me up now Kruk I'll only castrate you with your own tools, you'll live out your few remaining days in asuper max" Night Strike whispered to her captor 

 

"Castrate?" Kruk said in a weary tone "it's all about sex with you things isn't it, can none of you transcend your base urges" 

 

"Base urges are what makes me human and their lack makes you a monster" spat Night Strike straining at her bonds 

 

Kruk focused his rheumy eyes on Night Strike, a sneer of contempt on his scarred face "Ice Rage!" He screamed "Get in here!" 

 

The terrifying mammoth creature lumbered into the room a moment later, a couple of drekavi milling in his wake. The creature gave a grunting shriek and folded its arms. 

 

"You will assist me until your superiors deem it otherwise and you will like it beast!" Said Kruk "Now, this street walker does not know her place. I can see the defiance in her eyes, she needs to understand that there is no hope of salvation or escape from me. In short she needs to be tamed" 

 

The mammoth swiveled its huge head to look at the restrained heroine. The strangled trumpet noise I had realised was its laughter came from it in a few short burst before it lumbered over to the table. It traced a line up Night Strike's fish netted thigh with its thick, filthy nail. 

 

"You're both going to die screaming" hissed Strike 

 

The mammoth looked round at Kruk and both brayed simultaneously with laughter. Turning back to his helpless prey the mammoth reached out suddenly with his trunk and tore the crotch out of Night Strike's costume. Kruk leaned across the table to inspect Night Strike's smooth, exposed womanhood. Brows furrowed, he reached out with a bony digit and drew it across the glistening pink lips. 

 

"Sopping!" He exclaimed turning to look Night Strike in the eye "You're really getting off on this you filthy bitch" 

 

"I might be if you dickless deadmen could actually get it up" sneered Strike 

 

The goading enraged Kruk and drove the mammoth into a fury. It yanked aside it's short troos and exposed a massive throbbing cock. I saw an odd flicker of doubt pass across Night Strike's face then it was gone as she laughed. In that hellish prison it was such an odd sound. 

 

"Is that all you've got?" She laughed 

 

A moment later she screamed in shock and pain as the mammoth gripped her hips and drove it's massive member straight into her. Night Strike bucked and strained against her bonds. Sweat quickly formed on her grimacing face as the creature continued its brutal assault. 

 

I saw Kruk grin as the hand he had placed on Strike's diaphragm rose and fell in time to the mammoth's thrusts. It suddenly clicked that the creature's huge manhood must have been driving painfully deep into the defenseless girl and stabbing at her organs to cause such a response.  

 

I watched helplessly as the hideous grey pink trunk reached up the heroine’s body before slowly curling into her voluptuous cleavage. With a swift yank the trunk tore open the black and gold leotard freeing the large breasts to jiggle in time to the thrusting impacts. Having torn open the costume the trunk slithered back up the juddering heroine's body until it reached the dark erect nipple of the left breast. It circled the engorged nub slowly and surprisingly gently for a few moments before it clamped down and sucked on the exposed teat. 

 

A low whimper escaped Night Strike's pursed lips and drew a chuckle from Kruk. 

 

"I was right! She is enjoying the abuse!" He cackled. The decrepit villain shuffled up to look Night Strike in the eye. He reached out with his grubby fingers and prised open one of the clenched eyelids to stare into the dark eyes "Dilated to full!" He shrieked triumphantly. A moment later he grabbed a thick handful of hair and wrenched Night Strike's head around so thather face was pointed towards the table edge. The leering villain leaned down to lick the sweat from Night Strike's flushed face drawing another fervant shudder from the abused woman. 

 

"Exquisite" he mumbled fumbling with his dirty apron. The apron abruptly fell to reveal a shriveled blue veined cock "Lick it you cock whore!" 

 

I couldn't see Strikes face or make out a reply but whatever her answer to the horrific demand it was not what Kruk had wanted. 

 

"School her Ice Rage!" He shrieked 

 

The pistoning mammoth brayed slightly then, moving faster than anything that size had a right to, it lifted its meaty fist then slammed it into Strike's gut.I shuddered as the table shook and skittered under the impact.The damge to Night Strike's already bruised insides must have been enormous. I wondered briefly how she could endure such treatment. The slamming fist exploded the breath out of Night Strike and gave Kruk the opening to jam his ancient member into her soft warm mouth. I saw her struggle against his grip on her hair but slowly the jerks of defiant movement faded and were replaced with a wet sucking sound. 

 

"Perhaps we will hold off harvesting those organs of your after all" said Kruk in a high pitched wheedle "What do you think beast, do you want a permanent fuck toy, all of your others were broken by now" 

 

I felt bile rise at the implication. The mammoth merely accelerated his grunts and then suddenly blew a trumpeting roar as he pumped thick cum into his victim. The volume must have been immense as the filthy liquid clearly distended the beautiful heroine's belly before it jetted out of her spattering the table and floor. 

 

Kruk let out his own wheezing grunt of satisfaction a moment later. He released his grip on Strike's hair allowing her to roll her head away. Her bright ruby lips were slicked with watery grey cum that continued to bubble out of her mouth. Kruk laughed and wheezed as he sprayed globs of the rank fluid into the thick auburn hair. 

 
 

Finally Kruk staggered back and flopped into a chair exhausted. The mammoth also gripped the table and gave small mewling pants of weariness. 

 

"You certainly know how to please your master" gurgled the exhausted Kruk 

 

Night Strike spat and coughed out the last of Kruk's vile cum. I shudder to think how much of that necrotic goo she must have swallowed. 

 

"Done." she declared suprisingly brightly 

 

"Not done at all my dear, just give me afew moments and we'll have a replay" said the slumped Kruk exchanging a tired look with the mammoth. 

 

The mammoth suddenly dug into its bandolier. I assumed it was looking for food or some kind of stimulant. Instead it pulled out a radio, comically small in its hand. The building shuddered before the radio reached its flapping ear. 

 

"Too close that was me" said Night Strike 

 

"What are you? What is going" said Kruk in a sudden panic 

 

The mammoth blew a shrill note clearly angry and suddenly exasperated. 

 

"How can we be under attack? Nobody knows.... where... we..." Kruk broke off "We checked you for trackers!" 

 

"Did you check him" said Night Strike smirking and jerking her head at the mammoth 

 

Kruk looked around in horror at his mercenary 

 
 

"Thought not" said Strike as a section of wall collapsed inwards. 

 

I don't know how long I was in the lab. I had been unconscious and I had no way to gage how long the assault on Night Strike had lasted. Hot bright light streamed into the hellish prison, banishing much of the terror. Dank corners and odd medical implements became mundane office furniture in a nondescript room. I shielded my eyes at the sudden glare and struggled to adjust. A fuzzy silhouette floated through the hole. 

 

"Strike, Strike you in here?" I heard a soft British voice call. The silhouette slowly resolved itself into a stunning, angelic, blonde girl. Her dazzling white andgold costume blazed in the light and contrasted with her tanned legs and arms. 

 

"Get me the fuck off this slab" barked Night Strike in reply, her harsh hungarian voice contrasting with the girl's "and a cup of listerine wouldn't hurt either" 

 

"Definitely alive then" came another woman's voice, the accent surprisingly Usonian. The owner strode through the collapsed wall. Long golden boots covered her legs to the thigh and a caramel body suit restrained a huge pair of perky breasts. 

 

"Ice, Ice Rage! Stop them! You're here to protect me, to protect my works! Do something you useless beast" whimpered Kruk 

 

The first woman snapped the restraints on Night Strike's wrists then glanced from the mammoth to Kruk "give it up you sick old bastard. Your drekavi are all dead and even if you could take all 3 of us plus the fifty jaegers mopping up your goons, plus the gunships circling this place there is a battlecruiser sitting in the Baltic with its railguns pointed this way. You think you can out run a half ton of metal going 7 times the speed of sound?" 

 

"You going to surrender quietly big boy or are you going down fighting" said the second woman to the mammoth as she taraced a perfectly manicured nail along the edge of its bandolier. 

 

Ice Rage looked at her for long minutes, glanced briefly at Night Strike and the first woman who was removing the ankle restraints then resignedly it put its hands on its head and sunk onto its knees. 

 

"Good boy, you might get visitors" murmured Butterscotch Fox 

 

"Thanks Sovereign" said Night Strike as she swung herself off the table. What was left of her tattered suit as splashed with drying cum stains. Thick gelatinous mammoth cum dripped from her naked pussy and slithered down her legs to pool on the floor. 

 

"You need a wet wipe" said the second woman chuckling 

 

"Butter you really are a cunt sometimes" giggled the woman identified as Sovereign 

 

"Just get those people out of the cages smart arse" said Night Strike "Then let me have a moment with Kruk" 

 

"Orders are to bring him in intact Strike" said Sovereign 

 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill him" said Night Strike 

 

It took a while for the abductees to be released. At some point a massive trooper in enclosed black and grey armour appeared and handed a package to Night Strike. Evidently it wax a fresh uniform as she kicked off the wreckage of her old uniform and pulled on the fresh one right in front of the traumatised group of former prisoners. I caught a glimpse of a perfectly toned body with a huge blue black bruise across her stomach where the mammoth had punched her. 

 

As the last of the prisoners were led blinking into the light Night Strike turned an stalked back into the ruined lab. 

 

"Intact means mentally intact too" muttered the girl called Sovereign 

 

"He's a demented freak and he did just rape her" replied Butter 

 

"Is it rape if you plan to goad them into doing it?" Said Sovereign 

 

"No means no Sov" said Butter off handedly. 

 

The scream that erupted from the lab made me jump. A second followed it a moment later. Then some sobbing. A further wail of despair drifted out of the lab before the sobbing resumed. Long minutes drifted past before Night Strike emerged. A sobbing Gregorz Kruk shuffled along behind her,heavy manacles securing his tiny wrists. 

 

"Not a scratch" drawled Night Strike "Isn't that right Kruk" 

 

"She never touched me" whispered the sobbing villain. 

 

"Good enough for me" said Butter 

 

The woman called Sovereign arched a delicate eyebrow but said nothing. 

 

Night Strike glanced at the huddled prisoners, a flicker of sadness crossed her face before it was replaced by the default challenging stare. Her eyes settled on me and she strode forwards. 

 

"You planned for them to capture you?" I said 

 

"Yes, it was the only way to guarantee getting close enough to confirm we had found Kruk" said Strike "I'm sorry we used your people as bait but he had to be stopped" 

 

I glanced at the other prisoners, some of whom bore horrific amputations and livid scars from Kruk's attentions. Anger welled up in me but the cold logic still had a hook in me. I frowned as a realisation struck "But you must have known there was a danger of them raping you" 

 

"Danger? I practically had to hold a gun to their head. Can you imagine how many of these people would have been crushed in the melee if Sovereign and Butter had had to fight that trunk faced freak in there? No, much better to wear him out and I had to keep Kruk distracted so he wouldn't get a warning about the attack" said Night Strike 

 

"How can you even think that way" I said, my head reeling from the deceptions and the womans bland acceptance of a violent sexual molestation as just a phase in her callous plan. 

 

"Could you have stopped this?" She replied "Could you have fought that thing, gotten in here, crippled the defences and rescued these people? Could you have managed it with a regiment of soldiers behind you?" 

 

I stared blankly back. My mind skipped back to the hunting party massacred in the forest. I remembered the mutants, captives I now knew and the mammoth. I remembered the months of missing persons and realised that was only in our town, how many other places had been preyed upon. 

 

"No" I whispered sadly 

 

"And that is why we think that way" said Night Strike matter of factly "We fight the battles thatyou can't. We kill the monsters so you, or at least most of you, can live happy free lives" 

 

Suddenly she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. 

 

"You actually did pretty well" she said before she spun on her heel and walked away towards a parked gunship.