Terrans

  

 

A warm dry wind blew over the red dusty earth of Mar Sara. The range of hills in the north and south transformed the Nurja valley into a hose through which the strong storms of the planet were only too happy to hunt. The daylight was dampened by red dust. Ruins soared to the sky on the horizon. Silent, fire-drawn messengers of past wars.
Five space marines advanced in a loose formation. The heavy steps of the Marines pushed the dusty ground together and left deep traces. The soldiers' armor reinforced with servomotors made their movement seem unusually easy. Nevertheless, they were heavyweights. Human bodies wrapped in hundreds of kilos of steel, plastic and electronics. In their hands they held the standard C-14 assault rifle of the Space Marines. A weapon that could penetrate steel plates that are quite cm thick.
There was a bunker on a small hill. The flag of the Terran League was half torn on a bent aluminum flagpole. Not far from the abandoned bunker was the burned-out wreck of a banshee.
„ I have a bad feeling about the matter, "said Fitsch in his communicator, who was integrated in the mariner's helmet.
„ If it were a job for schoolgirls, we would not have sent each other, "said Ell Green, looking around with his rifle at the stop. The experienced soldier was aware of the danger and the adrenaline flowed through his body. Sweat formed on his forehead. It was clear that something strange was going on here. The sergeant had only told them that they were here on a rescue and rescue mission. Apparently there was something valuable in the crashed Banshee, and the Terran League had sent its Space Marines to recover it.
„ Although schoolgirls would certainly be a delicious change, "the speakers boomed.
„ Don't you already have enough fuck meat with Desert Eye, Dexter? “, Ell teased his comrade.
„ You may be credited by the celebrated photographs by Tina and Marie. But I would like to have something young, tender, firm again, "laughed the Navy at Mirco.
„ Maybe your tail is just too small for a real woman. And now rest, "Sergeant Butcher roared into the radio. „ We are here to accomplish a mission and not to discuss your potency problems. Trish to see something? “
Trish Becker was the only woman on this Space Marines train. Butcher often used it as a scout. On the one hand, she had a quick grasp, on the other hand, she had the command to set radio silence, also to set. When she said something, it was usually important.
„ The way to the bunker is clear. The bunker itself looks abandoned. But I have found traces that indicate cutting activities. “
„ Understood. Hold position. We are coming, "confirmed the sergeant.
„ Your little ass can look forward to our visit. “
„ flap, Dexter. “

Trish Becker knelt in her heavy body armor on a concrete slab at the entrance to the bunker. The mouth of her rifle followed her gaze. If there was any zerg here, it was advisable to have rock or at least concrete under your feet. At least this prevented one of these insects from appearing under one and tearing down.
The other Marines went to the bunker entrance. The tension was now clearly visible to everyone. The sergeant indicated Dexter and Dude to proceed. They understood his hand signal and stormed the bunker.
„ Secured, "Dexter's voice resounded through the headphones.
„ Hey, there is still someone here. “, explained Kevin Dude. The other Marines entered the bunker and stopped next to it. Her eyes fell on a slim, fragile-looking young woman. She lay motionless on the floor. The overall was torn. Her body had numerous cuts. Blood was still seeping out of them.
„ That must be the pilot of the Banshees, "explained Butcher. Apparently she had dragged herself out of the wreck here before she lost consciousness. „ Trish, there is work for you. “
This was different from their talents. Unlike most marines, their medical knowledge went beyond excessive spraying. She took off her body armor's gloves and knelt next to her patient. Trish got the Medikit out of her belt.
„ What about her? “, asked Kevin. „ Is she dead? “
„ Dead people don't bleed, "the young woman said, taking care of the unconscious. With her combat knife, she averaged the remains of the overall to take better care of the injuries.
„ Trish, take care of them. Dude, watch out. It may well be that we will soon be visiting Zergs or anyone else. The bunker becomes our retreat base. “
„ Will be made, Sergeant “, confirmed Kevin, whose eyes rested on the pilot's uncovered breasts.
„ Move off! “

The Marines approached the Banshee. The bent steel skeleton had partially drilled into the earth of Mar Sara. The Space Marines carefully circled the pile of junk. Ell had his C-14 under attack and stood with his back to his comrades. Who laboriously made their way inside the former flying machine.
„ What are we actually looking for, Sergeant. “
„ A sensor pack. The part probably recorded something important before it crashed, "said the leader.
„ Did the league do any tests again? “
„ I have no idea and we are not interested in that either. We are here to recover the box with the sensors and bring them together with the pilot through the base, "butcher snorted. The muscle mountain had no thick nerve costume and the daily amphetamines made it even thinner. „ Now snout, we have a job to do. “

Her name was Lt. Nira Da. At least this was on her dog brand. Trish had sealed the injuries with syno meat. Your mediscanner had found no broken bones or other internal injuries. Still, she was concerned. The pilot's vital functions were contradictory. Her blood pressure and pulse were far too high, the EEG showed strong brain activity, but she remained passed out.
There was also Kevin. The young Navy gaped on the body completely stripped for treatment as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Trish looked up at him again and again with her green-blue eyes, and showed clear displeasure in her mine. However, this did not seem to bother the Mariner.
„ Trish, what does it look like? “
„ I stabilized it. I cannot do more here. “
„ Understood. Dude, hold a position, guard the pilot. Trish come to us. We have the box, but it is secured with some blast trap. We need your tender hand. “
„ Understand. “

Trish Becker hurried down the hill to the wreck of the Banshees. Dexter and Ell were already waiting for them with their rifles at the stop. The other Marines were in the vehicle.
„ What would the sergeant do without your sweet butt, "Dexter teased as she hurried past him.
„ He would probably button up on you ". “, she acknowledged the statement and entered the steel frame. Butcher and Fitsch knelt over a console. Miraculously, she had survived the crash and fire and still lit some function keys and displays.
„ What's going on? “, she asked.
„ Good thing you're there. The idiots sent us here to recover this sensor box down there, but unfortunately it is connected to this console and a thermal bath. When it goes up, the explosive device is sufficient to pulverize the box, and everything else within 100 meters. Here is something of a deactivation code, only the damn wankers did not provide us with one. “
„ They just know that our sweetness here doesn't need that. “, Fitsch explained with a cynical smile. „ Or the whole thing is just a complex plan to get rid of us. “
Trish ignored the mariner's cynicism and went to work.
„ It's getting damn tricky now, "she swore. In their training, they had been prepared to defuse explosive devices. Unfortunately, the men who built such security cases had undergone the same or even better training. A strand of her short blonde hair a lot on her face. She opened the helmet and stroked it back. She took off her servo gloves again and opened a tool bag on her belt. The protection of your body armor was insignificant anyway in view of the explosive charge. So she wanted to do it with as much sensitivity as possible.

Sweat pearls dripped from her body. Her delicate fleshy breasts lifted and lowered in harmony with her breath. Two hard pointed nipples rose. Like almost all women, Nira also had a shaved cunt.
Her swollen labia opened woolly with every breath. Kevin looked at the lieutenant's naked body with increasing greed. This pilot looked so perfect, so unattainable, and now he was very close to her. She still hadn't regained consciousness. Sweat beads had also formed on his face. Messenger of his inner desire, his unsatisfied lust. He breathed heavily, groaned almost every breath. His masculinity was painfully swollen in the suit.
The young man, muscular through training and drugs, had taken off his servo gloves and eagerly caressed the young woman's body. Her skin was wet with sweat. He could smell her scent. Her scent made him horny. Drive caution out of his consciousness. He had turned off the communicator and took off his helmet. The soldier licked his lips before his fingers slid between the lieutenant's lips, which shone with moisture. His fingers penetrated her mouth and she seemed to suck it intuitively. A lustful groan came out of her throat. Kevin leaned down and sniffed her shiny labia. The scent of heavenly redemption penetrated his little mind. He stuck out his tongue and licked the juice of her femininity. Oh,what divine nectar of lust gathered on his tongue when it plowed through the voluptuously swollen column. Her mindless body reacted. The sucking on his finger grew stronger, which only spurred his tongue on. Oh, this lieutenant was so delicious. He had never been allowed to lick an officer before. Never before had he come so close to a woman who didn't give her body for money.
„Geiles Stück“, fauchte der Marine, als er fast widerwillig von ihrer schmackhaften verführerischen Fotze abließ. „Ich werde dir dein Gehirn aus dem Schädel ficken.“

Hastig entledigte er sich den Resten seines Körperpanzers. Befreite seine Männlichkeit aus dem viel zu engen Quartier. Die Pilotin lag immer noch mit geschlossenen Augen vor ihm. Er streichelte über ihr feuchtes kurzes dunkles Haar. Sein Glied war zu beachtlicher Größe angeschwollen. Er kniete sich zwischen ihre Beine. Ein Berg von tätowierten Muskeln der die schlanken Schenkel der jungen Frau auseinander drückte.
The tip of his hard flesh protruded from her as he leaned forward. He paid no attention to being careful. He didn't care if and what she felt about it. He wanted to take this young woman, this otherwise unreachable and at the same time attractive officer hovering over him. He wanted to sink his masculinity into her.
He did it. The impact of his stiff lance was painful. As damp as her hole was, it was so tight. The pain healed him. The Navy settled on it with all its weight. His tail was almost completely gone in the young body. Only a resistance unknown to him in her innermost prevented the last centimeters of his flesh from burying himself completely in it.
He slowly began to fuck her with strong bumps. Nira slid around on the dusty concrete floor without hesitation. He took her arms compared to his fragile hands and brutally held her on the floor. He greedily drooled on her face. He was no longer human. He was a beast that had surrendered to her lust and took the petite body with brutal force.
His sweat dripped down on her. His fingernails drilled into her flesh. He did not notice the blood that dripped from her pussy, which he had fucked so brutally, and connected with her pleasure nectar. He just pushed the meat into her body as if he wanted to use it to impale her on a pole. A wave of happiness passed through him when he finally managed to sink all of his masculinity into her.
Then it came to him. He groaned and gasped like a wild bull. Huge amounts of his seed splash into her body, swollen past his mighty limb from her desecrated cunt. Red and white juice, which heralded lust and pain, dripped down on her thighs.
The young woman opened her eyes and stared at the man who was still stunned in her. The sparkle in her eyes made a strange shiver chase through his body.

„ Get out of here, "she cried. „ Go, if the part starts here, it doesn't have to catch us all. “
„ You heard them, boys. We move away, "Butcher roared into the microphone and left the Banshee with a quick step. „ We withdraw to the bunker, Trish. Take care of yourself “
Trish nodded and concentrated again completely on her work. She had exposed the wires. She wondered why someone secured the Banshees sensor pack so elaborately. Box in which the data was located was almost indestructible. Apparently you didn't want them to be lost. Nevertheless, the explosive device that protects them was stronger than that of a normal bomb or missile.
Vorsichtig entfernte sie die Isolierung eines grünen Drahts. Durch ihn würde der tödliche Impuls fließen. Wenn sie ihn durchschnitt, könnte nichts mehr von außen die Sprengkapsel auslösen, die mit der Hauptladung verbunden war. Das Problem bestand darin, das dieser Draht eine Grundspannung besaß. Wenn man ihn einfach durchtrennen würde, schloss sich damit ein kleiner Stromkreis in der Kapsel und die Ladung würde Trish mit 12000 Metern in der Sekunde entgegenfliegen.
Um dies zu verhindern, hatte sie mit der Batterie ihres Mediscanners eine vergleichbare Stromspannung an die Sprengkapsel angelegt. Wenn sie die richtige Spannung erwischt hatte, würde dies die Explosion verhindern.
Trish took a deep breath several times. Her blonde short hair was damp sweat of tension. She closed her eyes and put the pliers on the thin wire on which her thread of life hung. The muscles of her fingers pressed the handle together and cut the green wire.

Kevin Dude was on his back. The pretty dark-haired pilot was sitting on him. He had put his hands around her small but firm breasts and played around the hard buds of her femininity. Her gray-blue eyes reflected the lust with which she now sprouted herself on his strengthened masculinity. It was a wild ride of ecstasy.
She hadn't said a word to him. She had only led the damn navy into its current position and licked off its lance, which still had blood and sperm. He did not complain about the willing fuck meat that had quickly sucked his masculinity back to full strength.
Lt. Nira Da was the hottest being he was ever allowed to fuck. She seemed to like it because she greedily piles herself. Rubbed her pelvis on his, while the mariner's belt peaked again.
He noticed nothing of the bony rinses that had formed on the back wheel of his playmate. He finally pressed his pelvis towards her and grunted like a pig. Tried to adjust his rhythm to hers in order to experience an even more horny fuck. He wanted her. Wanted to pump his seed into her officer's body again.
Her hands brushed over his chest, stroking his hard nipples, which stretched up into the sky on the muscle mountains of his upper body. Small bony structures formed from the woman's shoulder blades. She screamed with lust and pain. Her cunt exuded the drug that fogged the brain and drove pleasure into the infinite.
The Navy under her noticed none of this. The fluorescent of her eyes in the twilight of the bunker led him back to his masculinity. Yes, he fucked this horny officer mare. He would shoot his sperm into her officer pussy again. Yes, that was awesome. He clawed his fingers in her chest, squeezed these horny officer tits as his testicles contracted.
She cried out loud when he came. Creeped her lust into the room like a bird of prey, revealed her sharp, pointed teeth, drilled her bony fingers into his chest, pressed against her his tail, which poured wildly and uninhibitedly twitching in her abdomen.
He screamed loudly with wild lust. Clumped into her breasts and pulled her down so that she could inject even deeper into her. Then a loud whipping thunderbolt filled the bunker. The bang chased through his skull as he chased his seed into his mare. At the same time, his playmate's head exploded. Blood and brain mass rained down on him.
Stunned by shock and the aftermath of his climax, he looked at the pilot's torso, from whose neck blood was still splashing. Instinctively, he hurled her killing body away. His eyes fell on Sergeant Butcher, who was standing at the entrance to the bunker with his rifle. He had opened his helmet's visor so that he could be understood without radio.
„ What ... What the hell ... “, the bloodstained Mariner stammered.
„ She was infected, "explained the sergeant. „ It was just changing. “
„ But ... “, the naked Navy stuttered as he tried to stand up.
„ I'm sorry, Kevin, "he murmured, aligning his rifle to his subordinates.
„ No, not ... “
Another shot whipped through the bunker.

„ Sergeant? What's going on? I heard shots. “
„ All right. I only cleaned two infected objects, "explained Butcher and left the bunker. „ Trish, what does it look like? “
„ I was able to remove the sensor pack with the recordings from the box. But we should disappear quickly. I feel a foreign presence. I think the Zergs discovered us. “
„ Understood. Fitsch. Call the headquarters. They tell them five people and the package is ready for collection. “
„ To command. “

Trish Becker stepped out of the wreck. Her rifle on her back and the approximately 30 cm large, cube-shaped box in her hands. Ell Green and Dexter were already expecting them. Both Marines looked eastwards into the plain.
„ Did you see that? “, Green called.
„ No, what? “
„ At the rock, 350 meters northeast. There. “
„ With all gods! Damn shit. Crumbled! “, Dexter roared.
8 pupils stormed towards the wreck of the Banshees. From the hill, Fitsch opened fire on the insect monsters. The first gift of his armor-piercing projectiles caught a bergling frontally and hurled him to the ground.
„ Come up, "Butcher roared and also opened fire on the Zergs. Dexter, Green and Becker ran to the sergeant and Fitsch as quickly as they could. However, the Space Marines' fire was not right to knock back the bracts.
„ Faster! Damn it! “, He roared.
Dexter was the first to reach the bunker and hurried into the gun stand, while the other Marines stayed outside and gave Trish fire protection, which could only run slowly with the unusual weight in their hands. The Zergs followed her closely on her heels.
„ Trish, get in quickly with you. Fitsch, when does the damn Medivac come? Do they run? “
„ One minute! Sergeant! “
„ Then all in the bunker. “
„ The part doesn't look particularly stable, "warned Ell Green.
„ More stable than our bodies, "Trish stated as she hurried into the shelter. She only noticed the headless bodies of Dude and the pilot as she passed and a shiver passed through them. The woman put the box on the floor and pulled the rifle off her shoulders.
In addition to Dexter and Green, she also opened fire on the bracts, which thundered with their huge chitin claws against the reinforced concrete. The rattling of the rifles and the scuffling of the bricks hit complemented the eerie scenario. Four of the archaic beasts had already been shredded in the hail of bullets. But slowly the walls began to crumble the bunker. Ever larger parts of the reinforced concrete fell inside.
„ They will tear us apart! “, Ell roared and the panic that arose was clearly heard in his voice.
„ The Medivec is right there. I hear him, "Fitsch called.
„ The bunker collapses! “
„ Trish the box, "the sergeant roared as he pushed a new magazine into the rifle. She dropped her rifle and grabbed the sensor box. Dexter was the first to leave the bunker. He hurled 30 shots from his C-14 into the belly of a decay, which literally tore them to pieces. Trish made her way through the dismembered carcass of the monster and he followed her. The troop transporter that came down from the west could already be seen in the sky.
„ Get out now, everyone out! “, Butcher ordered. He was the last of his train to leave the bunker before two prisoners brought him completely to collapse. Ell and Fitsch wrapped them in a steel thunderstorm made of armor-piercing projectiles. From this distance, the uranium 238 bolts pierced the mighty chitin tanks like cardboard and tore large wounds into the flesh of the insects.
The beasts tidied up again with inhuman screams and then collapsed fatally.
„ Well done, boys, "Butcher called to his people.
At the same time, another tug fell on Trish. She dropped the box and rolled to the side, causing the insect monster's claws to slip off her body armor instead of impaled it with her. But the decay already continued and this time it would not be possible to avoid it.
She didn't have to either. Dexter and Butcher had already aimed their weapons at the target and enveloped the individual Zerg in a real firestorm. The beast was pulled aside before she could chase her deadly claws into her comrade's body. Parts of the insect legs were torn off by the projectiles and hurled the cattle helplessly to the ground. It wasn't immediately dead. It straightened up a few more times. And kept trying to use his dangerous claws. But Ell and Fitsch also fired at the monster - and finally the body torn into sticky greenish-brown parts collapsed motionless.
Trish struggled for air. The Zergling's claw had torn her breastplate and only a few centimeters had decided on life and death. Mechanically she reached for the box and got up again. Part of their armor was broken off by the attack, another slope was useless from their bodies. The servomechanics had given up their minds and so the young woman had to lift more than twice her own body weight.
„ All right? “, Ell asked.
„ Yes, only my suit is gone. “
„ Better than you, sweetness, "said Fitsch.
The Medivec did not land 20 meters from its position. Nevertheless, Trish would not have come this far without the help of her comrades. The Space Marines easily got into the van. This closed the hatch only a fraction of a second later and started.
Through a window of the troop carrier, Butcher was able to recognize a swarm of over thirty bricks that was approaching their position. He was happy as the Medivec quickly gained altitude and left this godforsaken valley behind.