[darkstalker]

Lupo

Vector slams against the wall, his back crunching with a sickening sound too loud for Lupo’s ears. His body falls limp, head hanging to the side. Dead. The creature, monster... towers over the man, its flesh rotted with eye puckered over in a bulbous state, staples sealing the cranial opening closed. Reddish tendrils whip about from beneath its leather suit made up to look almost like some kinky bondage restraint, if said individuals were interested in making sexual advances towards some undead monster.
“Eat this, you shit!” she hears Beltway bellow from mere feet away behind the creature.
“No, you fool!” she yells. But it is too late. He has given away his position the monster, code named, nemesis, turns with a rapid backhand, slamming his fist into Beltway’s chest with a crunch echoing Vector’s. The large man flies back, skidding across the floor, hitting the barrels at the end of the room. “Shit. Shit,” she whispers, firing bullets at the back of the monster’s broad shoulders as it thunders towards Beltway.
She sees the large man lift his arm slowly, somehow still alive from the previous blow, though she knows all too well the Nemesis has crushed several of the man’s ribs. The armor he wears can prevent only so much. Her own ribs aren’t feeling that good after the T-103 had thrown her against the suburban not an hour earlier. But that must pale compared to Beltway who took the behemoth’s blow directly to his sternum.
The nemesis monster roars above the man and raises its boot over the prone body. “No! No! No!” she screams, firing into the thing’s back, when a bullet hits her left shoulder, sending her slamming back against the wall of oil canisters. Her body bangs loudly against the steel cans and she holds her shoulder, cursing, blood oozing from between fingers.
There is a squelching noise too loud to ignore, the flying of bullets having dampened to a near silence. She looks slowly towards the sight, seeing the nemesis lift its bloody boot covered in entrails and gore from Beltway’s open ribs. The boot thumps on the floor, splattering blood and bits of intestine onto the concrete.
Lupo leans back, putting a hand against her mask. Tears come unbidden to her eyes. Despite her otherwise cold nature, Karina is still a mother at heart, and her team are/ were like her children, thus she was code named Lupo, mother wolf. But slowly, one by one, in this cursed mission, each has disappeared. First Four eyes while retrieving the G-virus sample, then Bertha somewhere in the underground parkway and not seconds ago, Vector and now Beltway as well. This mission is a bust. It has all been a bust since they started.
Gritting her teeth, she makes a choice. “Spectre, abort mission. We’re leaving.”
“I have the target,” she hears Spectre say. “I’m taking it.”
“What?! No! Abort, damn you!”
She rises from the table, seeing Spectre’s chamaeleon camouflage reflecting against the yellow light of the fires in the garage. She sees him running up towards the creature, his movements almost silent, the monster fully unaware of his presence. Silently she whispers that he’ll make it and they can call this mission off. It is a failure regardless of Spectre’s success. But if he can make it out alive...
Before Spectre can take a step to leap at the monster’s back and inject the parasite, there is a short machine gun burst. The unmistakable splatter of red blood followed by Spectre’s thin body slumping to the floor, twitching, the canister with the plaga parasite rolling under a table. The monster turns, regarding the sight. It grunts and turns back towards her.
“Spectre...” she whispers.
Sucking in a breath, she runs. She hears the monster roar behind her, its rage palpable in the stifling hot air and then her world grows white hot. There is an explosion behind her as a bullet sparks against a canister and Lupo is leaping, landing on the floor with a hard thud as the fires wash over her in a fiery blast. The hot flames lick at her back, the sweat running down the cleavage of her breasts, thicker inside her mask. Slowly, pained, she gets up and looks back towards the fires, holding her dislocated right arm. At least... the thing is dead. As if that is any success at all. She grunts. She’ll need to make it out of the city somehow.. And then avoid Umbrella and its dogs. It won’t be easy. She’ll...
In her chiding she sees a form emerge from the fires and she curses herself for her complacency. It is heading towards her and Lupo does the only thing left to her. She turns tail and runs.

Her chest is heaving and legs and arms cramping. Lupo leans back against an abandoned vehicle and breathes in deep. It has been two hours since the attack on the Nemesis monster and it has been dogging her since. No matter what she tries, it is persistent in following her. She should have expected this.
Freed from Umbrella’s control the thing is relentless in pursuit of its would be slavers. And without a plaga parasite Lupo has no way to bring the thing to heel. “Damn it,” she curses. If this keeps up the thing will do Umbrella’s work for them. Of all the bad luck...
She’d managed to patch up her shoulder and realign her arm during the chase, but the thing had followed like a bad dream. Likely it had heard her scream when she set her arm back but she’d had no real alternative there. Still.. She wished she could lose the fucking shit somewhere. To go out like this... It really is the worst of luck.
She feels something rubbing between her legs and turns quickly, aiming her gun, hoping to catch it in its ungainly face. Unfortunately for her the tendril is just as quick and it has accomplices. Lupo finds her legs suddenly wrapped tight in a bind, throwing her off balance as she is pulled forwards, her knees slamming against the vehicle side, pushing her weapon aside. She stares and screams.
“Fucking bastard!” The thing is before her, glaring at her with its one good eye. She brings up her weapon one handed, unsteady. Too slow.
A tentacle whips out, wrapping around her wrist down to her elbow and twisting her arm sharply to the left, making her drop her weapon as it jerks her forward. A second tendril wraps around her neck, throttling her. Lupo grips it, feeling herself asphyxiated as she is dragged unceremoniously across the hood of the vehicle towards the waiting beast. It drags her across the floor and lifts her into the air, struggling and kicking.
She howls angrily, ashamed at her weakness and helplessness in the situation. The nemesis simply grins and stares up at her. Many years ago, the nemesis had been a man. Married to a woman who he had loved to abuse, especially anally. Unfortunately he’d gotten the bitch pregnant more then once and when the bawling children had gotten in the way of his love making to their mother, he’d beaten them for it. Unfortunately as well, he hadn’t taken his bitch seriously and she’d snapped his neck.
Then he’d found himself in Umbrella’s labs, being experimented on, tortured... turned into... this! An abomination. His mind had remained whole but his body had been outside his will. Until recently. Umbrella had sent goons to try and repair that. And they’d failed. It had taken him some time to realize “she” was part of this group. But now that he knows, he thinks, rather then kill her quick, he’ll get reacquainted with his dear estranged wife.
As she struggles in the air, her sweet derriere swinging before him, he thinks, she still looks so tight and trim. He’ll enjoy plundering her tight depths. And now, with his manhood even larger than before, it will really hurt her!
He jerks his trench coat open, popping the cable buckles holding it shut and lets his member swing forward. All fourteen inches of it! Almost as thick around as Karina’s shoulder, and it’s going to all go into her ass! What lovely sounds she’ll make.

Lupo squirms in her bonds. The tendrils of the monster have slipped beneath her leather uniform and trail beneath it, cupping her sensitive breasts and fondling them. She arches her back, writhing, feeling as the thing raises a massive hand and cups her ass. “You fucking pervert!” she yells.
A tentacle rips her head back so she is looking into the twisted eye of the thing before her. Its lips curl back from its gums a snarl comes from its throat. “Kariiiinaaa...” it growls.
“Wha-what?!” she stammers. How does this thing know her name?! It isn’t possible.
One of its hands moves beneath her top, cupping her breast and crushing her right nipple between forefinger and thumb. She winces from the pain. The thing seems to grin down at her and then she feels it jerking her top open, tearing leather and clothe so her breasts flops out. It pushes her down, mouth closing down on her breasts as it suckles and mauls the juicy orb.
“Gaaa-fuck!” she yells. Why won’t it just kill her? Why is it playing with her like this?
She doesn’t have long to ruminate on the possibilities of it before the tentacles flip her over, slamming her bodily on the ground, gravel and stone biting into her exposed breasts. Her shoulder cries out in pain from the earlier bullet injury but she bites back her voice, grunting. She doesn’t know what this thing’s intentions are, but the longer it keeps her alive, the better her chances for possibly escaping.
She cries out when she feels her legs spread open wide and yelps when she feels the thing probing her butt crack with its fingers. “What are you doing?!” she yells and then there is the tearing. The jerking of material as it is ripped away from her buttocks and legs. She finds herself whimpering, tears running down her eyes.
She is about to be raped. That is what she is feeling at her back, the preparations of the thing, and she is helpless to stop it. She struggles against the tentacles, letting out a scream that comes out like a whine. The creature seems to chuckle behind her and she lays her head down, sobbing.
She feels as it aligns its cock to her opening and is surprised it isn’t touching her vagina. Then it dawns on her where it is headed and she screams, trying to move, but her legs are held firm and the thing is pushing against her puckered asshole. The pain as it begins to force its way in is enormous.
Unlubricated, large and thick, the thing pushes its way slowly, the creature’s fingers helping spread her anus wide first and then using its own weight to go in. Lupo finds herself at a loss for words, the thing pressing itself down on her, centimeter by excruciating centimeter. When the head is inside it lets itself fall on her and she howls.
Her back arches, her buttocks instantly squeezing around the invading member, unwittingly tightening its hold on the monstrosity. The thing grabs her beneath the chin, holding her head back and pulls out slowly, then comes down with a thud. “Aaaauuugh!” she yells.
It pulls out part way then comes down on her again with a jarring thud. “Aaauuugh!” she cries out. Then again. And again. The creature takes its time pulling out only to come back down with a jarring force, her body shuddering, breasts swinging and veins at her throat bulging with each blow. Her nails dig painfully into the gravel floor, eyes squeezed shut.
Then it begins to fuck her in earnest, letting her head fall back to the floor, pushing it against the ground while raising her hips and slamming its massive girth into her. She can not help but scream with each horrific blow, her anus literally torn apart, lubricated as much from its own damage as anything else. And the creature bellows in amusement, pounding against her hips with abandon, enjoying the shuddering gasp of her body with each blow.
She finds it laughing and pounds her fist against the floor futilely, the pain ripping her mind as much as it is her ass. Blow after blow rains down on her anus, spreading it to the size of a grapefruit, squelching against the monster’s hips, slapping against its balls, her hips banging with each blow. She wonders how much her body can endure.
Soon, her body is sweating, and the thing has her pressed against a vehicle, her leg raised as it continues to drill her anus. “Karina...” it whispers against her neck, its body tickling her spine as it rips her anus apart. “I love... how ... you... scream!”
It reminds her too much of her ex. How he used to brutally rape her for his own pleasure. And Lupo finds herself sobbing, the tears running down her cheeks freely. After a few minutes of pushing her roughly against the vehicle it grips her ponytail, pulling her head back and pounds her anus with rapid assaults, beating her anus with its advances.
Lupo claws desperately at the fingers, then at the hood of the car. Anything to gain some stability and lessen the pain, but it is all in vain. The creature thrust into her with incredible violence. She hears something crack and then there is a roar as the thing’s cum floods her anal passage, flooding her insides. It shoves against her a few more times before releasing her, pulling out of her anus and letting the cum splatter out with its release from the monster phallus.
Lupo finds herself sliding down, her whole body in pain and agony, sphincter muscles twitching sporadically. She thinks perhaps that crack she heard may be one of her spinal vertebrae having snapped, but she’s unsure. Her legs feel numb. The pain in her lower body is all consuming. But... at least it’s over she thinks, hanging limply in the thing’s tendrils. At least it’s over...
Then it lifts her, slamming her back against the side of the car, making her cry out. “Now...” it says, pushing her legs wide apart. “Your pussy!”
She shakes her head, moaning. “N-no. please...”
The thing simply rams the length of its member into her vagina with no regard, slamming it against her cervix. Lupo arches her back and screams, her lower body twitching. Then it begins fucking and her body cries out in agony...
And Lupo can only wonder, how long it will take to die.. From being fucked to death?