*Vital Signs*

They were speaking words I couldn't even hope to understand. I could feel hands touching me; squeezing my breasts, and rubbing between my legs through my pants, and panties.

"Uggh..."

I remember now...a stun gernade exploded right next to me, and the Null surronded me. They beat the fuck out of me, and then they brought me here. Wherever here is....

"Get your f-fuckin' paws off meh..."

I managed to growl out. But perhaps that was a bad idea? I wasn't sure if they could understand what I was saying, but I could hear them talking. They could tell my voice was angry, and they could tell mine was mocking. They felt me harder; going so far as to clench my breasts roughly enough for them to squish in their hands like blood was going to come squirting out of my nipples.

"G-GaaaAAh!" I screamed, "Get your---!?"

I could say I was slapped in my face by a Null fist, but the surface of what had hit me was rough. Hard like iron, hot, and rigid. My head was thrown back; causing sweat and dirt to fly out from my hair. I was fucking dazed now. Daffy Duck, Buggs Bunny, and all my other favorite cartoon characters came out, and started singing happy songs and eating cookies with me for what seemed like 13 hours...goddamn. He must have hit me pretty hard...

"Don't speak unless you are ordered Earth-clan!" I heard a inhuman voice growl before hands were removed from my breasts, and crotch. I was still in my own little "Otherworld", but I found it strange that I wasn't stripped asshole naked by now. That my pussy wasn't burning, and alien cum wasn't dripping down my thighs...I know, I know...I watch too much Anime.

"Cogida...((Fuck))"

I still felt dizzy...maybe that is why I didn't hear that Null bastard when he warned me not to speak? Whatever the case was, I sure as hell was wishing I had listened. Without warning, something was rammed into my stomach hard enough to send blood spurting out of my mouth, and I could hear the Null that had talked to me screaming something before I was hit a second, and a third time.

"-cough-, -cough-...Aggh! OOphm!U-Usted pedazo d-de-ARggh!"

He was already hitting me, so why not talk shit while it was happening? Or at least try to? It was that Mexican-American pride baby! Stupid shit that wasn't going to work with these fuckers, because they would kill me. They didn't give a shit about me being proud, and my pride couldn't feel the pain these bastards were inflicting on me. If I kept it up, it was just going to get me killed faster. Braceing up as the third hit was sent crashing into my abdomen, I tried to curl up in a ball. But, it appeared the Null had me suspended from something by my wrists.

"You will learn respect Earth-clan! Even if I have to beat it into you..."

Beat it into me? That didn't sound in the least bit fun. Huffing and coughing from time to time, I felt my hair fall over my cheeks, and nose. It was wet and stinky...I wish I could get it out of my face.

"Lower her down so I can take off her blindfold!"

When he yanked that blindfold off my eyes, there was no blinding white lights, or any of that other bullshit people said they saw when they were abducted by Aliens. It was dark, and the stench of the dead was all around me. There was one flickering light, but I wished that it was off so I wouldn't have to see the horrors of the room that was curretnly my prison. There were hundreds, no---thousands of human remains pilled up on top of each other; some of them with their guts hanging out, others that were torn apart, and horribly disfigured or plasma burned. There was blood all across the walls, and shit, and even a few pregnant women hung beside me. It looked as if these sick bastards had squeezed their stomachs until their babies came squirting from their vaginas covered in blood, followed by guts. The children were of course dead by now, but they were still attached to their birth cords, and had turned dark blue. The mother's faces were all twisted up oddly, and looked as if they had dislocated their own jaws from opening their mouths widely as they possibly could to scream out in pain. You know how you smell something so awful that you could taste it? It was nearly enough to make me fucking puke. From the remains of clothing, I could tell most of these people had been civics. There were a few that were Marines...I could tell that by clothing, and because there were riffles, and gernades strewn about the ground.

"Bwahaha...you will soon meet the fates of your comrades Earth-clan...I'll personally see to that." The Null bastard barked; grabbing me by my cheeks and forcing me to look him in his ugly little eyes.

"You think so you sick fucking bastard? Lemme' down and I'll show you how--AHHHHHHH!"

He wasn't fucking around with me. This time, my smart mouth had brought me some serious pain. The thing he had been hitting me with, a broken riffle, was sent crashing down across my shoulder. I had felt it break under the force; causing my arm to look long, and hang down abnormally while still being held up in the air by my wrists.

"F-FUCK! ¡Usted se rompió el brazo de mierda! ((You broke my fucking arm!))"

"I grow tired of your disrespectful mouth you heathen bitch!" He screamed; sending spit and musty breath particles flying into my face, "It's about time I showed you how to use that mouth the proper way!"

My mouth had got me into soooooo much trouble. It always had since I was a little kid, because obviously I don't know when to shut up. I feel the need to always have the last word---even in a life or death situation. Just too damn proud I guess. My eyes growing wide at the sound of "showing me how to use my mouth the right way," they grew even wider at the site of the Null captain's pants.

"Hehehehehe...not talking now are you?" He asked me before he unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. What fell free was enough to make me hate dick for the rest of my life. His phallus was grotesque...blue with glowing green veins, slimey, smelly, oddly shaped, and writhing around wildly like it had a mind of it's own. Despite the pain that filled me because of a broken arm, I let my mouth take charge.

"D-Do you honestly think, y-you--ACK!"

The original plan was to clench my mouth shut, but he caught me while I was pointlessly being defiant. His penis screeched loudly and forced itself down my throat; squirming around roughly while coating my mouth in nasty filthy slime. Enjoying the feeling he was getting from me, he clenched the back of my head and started to pump his hips forward. He was screaming out and yelling in the Null tongue, while I gaged, coughed, and beat my fists against his loins. This was the most horrible thing I had ever felt or tasted in my life, but the anger he was powering his thrusts with was something I was no stranger to. Growing up as a female on the streets of Juarez, I had been raped twice by drunken alley cats that had a thing for children. ((It dosen't bother me that it happened anymore...they saw me as a chance to cum and used me. No harm done, I guess...)) Though when I was taken to America by my aunt, and went to sign up for the army the second I finished college, I was told that being raped like a dog and spending part of my childhood on the streets made me "Army strong."

"Yessss, YESSSSS!"

The humanoid creature hissed; his balls crashing into my chin, and his abdomen hitting me in the face. He was beating me dizzy without even knowing it. He didn't seem to know I had stopped fighting...that the fire that burned in my eyes was slowly dieing. Hell, after having his tool shoved down my throat and using my face as if it was my pussy, I wanted to die. As my eyelids lowered, I....could hear my own heart beat. I could see everything I had gone threw, and suddenly it dawned on me. I had survived starvation, rape, abuse, bootcamp, and many other things just to be taken out by this fucking prick? Letting him claim my life ((or rather letting his dick claim my life,)) would be suicide. Quitting. Goddamnit, I'm not a quitter. Gathering up all my strength to my jaws, I bit down on his dick and knawed on it like dog; shaking my head from left to right, and growling hatefully in anger. He wanted me to give him a blow job, so I was going to do it my way.

"RAAAAAAAAAH!"

Now, I wished I would not have done that. Dark blue blood was filling my mouth and spilling out over my body, and the nasty dick I had bitten off had fallen to the floor and was jerking about until the metal boot of it's shreiking master smushed it into the floor with a gross "crunch." Pulling a smile from the deepest corner of my heart, I spit out the blood that had filled my mouth. I had to say something! MY body shook with the need to spout off my crap!

"H-Hehehe..." I chuckled, "N-Not so...upity now, are you s-slut..?" I growled out. I knew I might be dead after this little stunt. Oh, but I promise I won't make it easy! If he took me down to finish me, he sure as hell was going to have trouble!

He looked at me with hell in his eyes; pants around his knees and gore lightly spilling from his spiraling bloody penis stump. He must not have tried a human woman before? A REAL one, that had fighting spirit? Taking up his riffle, the butt would be smashed into my face so hard I could hear the steel chime loudly within my skull. That hit was followed by a second, then a third; which brought my eyes closed.

Darkness...it had taken me; dragging me deeply down into silence, and sleep in it's purest form.

Could I have been dead?

~End~

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