Dark Futures

The following story contains explicit content and should not be read by minors. This story contains non-consensual sex and other acts of violence, which I DO NOT CONDONE in any form or manor. This story including all characters and plot-lines is of my own creation and my literary property, and is not to be used in any form or manor by others. All reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated. Thank you, and please enjoy.


Chapter Three

Chana pumped her legs as hard and fast as they would take her. She could feel the weight of her armor hampering her movement as she hurdled over chunks of city ruins and took long strides across the land. The muscles in her legs were burning and her lungs were straining for air, but with the sound of scaled feet not far behind her she didn't dare to stop.

Everything had gone horribly wrong just as the Matriarch had warned, but Chana didn't know what else to do. Her sister Anja had left on her own to hunt down a mutate and bring back its head over four months ago, as a part of her final trial to become a Purifier, but it was a task that should have only taken a few weeks at the most. Then there were reports from a scouting party that had apparently seen her enter the city ruins of Lost Angels. Under normal circumstances the Matriach would have declared her lost, and forbidden any attempts of rescue as the L.A. ruins was a haven for some of the stronger, more dangerous mutates, not to mention home to several Breeder Camps, but because Anja was Chana's little sister the Matriarch had tentatively allowed Chana to form a group of volunteers to search for Anja.

All Purifiers viewed each other as sisters, but for two women to truly be blood related as sisters was an extremely rare occurrence. Most women only underwent being artificially inseminated once because they either gave birth to a mutate and were put to death for being impure or gave birth to a girl and were to afraid to test their purity a second time, but Chana's mother had always been a devout follower of Purity and had proved her purity by giving birth to two girls. After Chana's mother died a few months after giving birth to Anja, Chana had developed a strong bond with Anja; something that went beyond merely being blood related. There were times when they knew each others thoughts, knew when the other was hurt or scared, and had even shared the same dreams. It was for this reason that Chana knew Anja was still alive and was willing to risk everything in order to find her.

She had gathered a group of six Purifiers, including herself, to make the trek to the L.A. ruins, and had been able to get there in a week and a half. They scouted through the city for two days carefully avoiding mutates and trouble. However, on the the third day the group had been ambushed by at least two dozen mutates. Chana was sure they had killed the first dozen that had rushed them, but they were quickly over run. After killing three mutates herself, Chana had been attacked by a multi armed insect like mutate that had managed to disarm her of both her rifle and sword, leaving her with nothing but a dagger. She was able to overcome the insect mutate, but quickly saw that they were outmatched and numbered and immediately called for a retreat, but from what she saw she was the only one to escape.

She wasn't sure how far or how long she had been running, but she could feel herself starting to slow down from fatigue and briefly turned her head to see how far behind her pursuer was. What she saw was a scale covered mutate with a large squat body, two human shaped legs with long webbed toes, no visible genitalia, and a bulbous head with small black eyes and a wide mouth that stretched from ear to ear. And despite it's ungainly body, it was starting to gain on her.

“Slow down pretty! Just want to make a little kissy kissy!” The mutate yelled out to her.

Chana shuddered to think what would happen to her if that thing caught her, but she knew if she kept trying to run it would eventually catch her and she would be to exhausted to put up a fight. Then she saw a large opening into the ruins of a building and decided to try and lose the mutate in the building or possibly catch it by surprise. It wasn't much of a plan, but for some strange reason she was sure it would work.

As she ran through the hole in the wall she immediately came to a stop seeing that the other side of the large room was completely collapsed in, and there was no way out except for the hole she had come through. She quickly drew her dagger and began to turn around to face her pursuer that would be coming through the opening in a matter of seconds, but as she was turning around a glimmer in the darkness caught her eye. She immediately recognized the sword as her own, the same sword she had gifted to her sister for the trials. She hesitated for a brief second and then rushed toward it, but just as she got close to it she felt something grab onto her hair and sharply pull her onto her back.

In her excitement of finding her sister's sword she had let down her guard, and as she landed hard on her back she felt the wind knocked out of her. The shock of the blow caused her to drop the dagger, letting it clatter far out of her reach. She quickly tried to roll toward the sword that wasn't far from her, but wasn't given the chance as her attacker immediately dropped its large body onto hers. She struggled to push him off of her, but the mutate was stronger than it looked and easily swatted away her hands, and then grabbed her by the throat. Even though it wasn't choking her hard enough to entirely cut off her air she was suddenly overcome with a sense of fear as images of something similar happening to her sister flashed in her mind.

The mutate brought its hideous face close to hers and she immediately began to gag from the rancid smell of it's breath. “Pretty face. Perfect for making kissy kissy.”

“Keep aw...gkk!” Chana began to yell but was suddenly cut off as she felt her mouth violently invaded. The mutate's mouth was now opened wide with a thick scale covered shaft protruding from it into Chana's mouth. She immediately tried to bite down onto it but instantly stopped as she felt scales cutting into the roof of her mouth and her tongue, causing horrible pain.

“Kisshy, kisshy.” The mutate slurred, and then Chana suddenly felt something soft and fleshy protrude out from the scaled shaft, pushing against the back of her mouth, and begin to force its way down her throat. Her mouth was immediately filled with the taste of rotten fish, and her eyes welled with tears as she began coughing and gagging with the new shaft violating her throat. She could feel the new shaft spasming and wiggling further down her throat, and the mutate began loudly croaking.

Chana began involuntarily retching, and just as she felt vomit making its way up, the shaft in her throat violently expanded, sealing her throat shut. Then there was a sudden explosion of what felt like a thick liquid being pumped directly down her esophagus and into her stomach. Chana began violently spasming and flailing as she felt herself choking to death, and her mind began racing as she felt more and more liquid pumping into her.

Instincts took over as the back of her mind reminded her that she was close to her sister's sword, and she began desperately stretching her left arm out for it. She quickly found the cold metal of the swords pommel grazing her finger tips, and she closed her eyes fighting the sense of panic sweeping over her. As calmly as she could she used her finger tips to pull the sword toward her until she was finely able to wrap her hand around the hilt, and before the mutate could realize what was happening she thrusted the blade into the mutates wide neck.

With a strong jerk of the blade and rush of adrenaline she completely severed the mutates head, and its body went limp. She quickly pushed the body off of her, but the shaft from its head was still down her throat and the disembodied head was still somehow spewing liquid into her. She rolled to her side and desperately began pulling out the long shaft that had embedded itself far down her throat, and as soon as she pulled the last of it from her mouth she got to her knees and threw the mutates decapitated head across to the other side of the room in disgust.

She remained on her knees for a moment, placing her hands over the metal armor covering her stomach, and then quickly bent forward as she forcefully vomited onto the ground. After a long moment the retching stopped, and her mouth was once again filled with the overbearing taste of rotten fish. As she closed her mouth she felt small crunches between her teeth, and she hesitantly opened her eyes to see what she had vomited up.

The ground was covered with a thick milky white fluid, and mixed in with the fluid were small clear spheres. Chana lowered herself to get a closer look and immediately felt her body begin retching again as she saw tiny embryos inside the spheres. She began vomiting even harder at the realization that the mutate had actually been sexually raping, and impregnating her with it's seed.

Chana spent the next half hour on her knees emptying her stomach onto the concrete floor, and then another half hour laying in a fetal position, praying that she had expelled all of the mutate's seed. As she slowly pushed past the idea of being raped she began to remember why she was here. She forced herself to get to her feet despite the ache in her gut, and slowly gathered her weapons while giving the large milky pool of regurgitated semen and embryos a wide berth. After sheathing her sword and finding her knife, she saw what looked like the smashed remains of a standard issue purifier rifle laying against one of the walls.

Chana looked around the room once more, this time carefully searching for clues. Her sister, Anja, had obviously fought a mutate here and lost, but she couldn't find any other clues as to what had happened other than the left behind weapons and a small spot of dried blood that could have been from anything. Chana didn't have a lot to work off of, but something in her gut told her that whatever had taken her sister was either living close by or frequented this area, and she figured setting up watch here was probably her best chance at finding a lead to her sister. The only problem she could see with her plan was the fact that the only weapons she had was a sword and knife. She needed a rifle, which, as much as she hated the idea, meant returning to where her team had been ambushed.

With a heavy hearted sigh she stepped out of the hole in the wall to begin the long walk back.

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The sun was beginning to set and the sky grow dim by the time she made it back to where her team had been attacked. She moved slowly, and used the terrain to conceal herself as best as she could in case any mutates had lingered in the area, but as she got closer all she saw were mutate corpses and thankfully what looked like two intact rifles laying near a pile of torn apart Purifier armor. She cautiously moved to the weapons watching for any signs of danger, and was genuinely surprised when she made it to the rifles without being attacked.

It wasn't until she bent down to pick the rifles up that she heard what sounded like someone weeping in the distance. Chana quickly loaded both rifles with bullets from a pouch of ammo that was attached to her leather belt, slung one of the rifles over her shoulder and aimed the other rifle toward the weeping sound as she began slowly moving toward it. She was sure the weeping was coming from one of her teammates, but she wasn't naive enough to think that a mutate would leave a woman behind alive for no reason.

Chana approached where the sound was coming from as silently as she could, making her way around a large wall that stood between her and the source of the sound. When she came to the end of the wall she slowly peered around the corner until she saw exactly what she had feared. The weeping was coming from a young Purifier named Cook who looked mostly unconscious as a huge insect like mutate held her from behind.

The insectoid was as big as they came with eight thin segmented legs that had three digits at the end of each of them. A large bulbous abdomen that narrowed down further up it's body until you came to a very long thin neck and a grotesque head that was mostly just a large mouth with four mandibles and a pair of huge black compound eyes. It stood three feet off the ground leaning back on four of its segmented legs, with its large abdomen pushed forward and Cook sitting straddled on top of it.

Chana felt a small sting at the sight in front of her as Cook had often reminded her of herself when she was younger. Like Chana at her age, Cook had to struggle and train harder than most others to become a Purifier as she had larger breasts, and an attractive face. Two things that were frowned upon when trying to become a Purifier because having larger breasts made finding suitable armor more difficult, and a pretty face would make a mutate more likely to rape and keep you alive instead of killing you. However, Cook had proved herself to be such an exceptional warrior that the Matriarch had allowed her to take the Purifier trials despite her bust and face just as Chana had.

But now Cook's purity had been stripped from her as a large clear phallic tube that came from an opening in the insectoid's abdomen had buried itself into her vagina, and it's head had stretched from behind her to her chest. It's mouth was opened wide and had one of her plump breasts almost entirely inside it as it seemingly sucked and squeezed her breast with it's mouth and mandibles. Her other breast was bruised deep purple as it was roughly groped and fondled by one of the insectoid's three fingered hands.

A steady stream of greenish yellow fluid was visibly flowing through the clear phallus and spilled out of Cook's pussy around the insectoid's phallus each time it thrusted into her. The worst part, however, was that Cook's stomach was swollen and bulged out, and looked as if she were several months pregnant.

Chana remained motionless as she considered the best way to attack the large insectoid. Then just as she decided that she didn't have time for anything but a direct attack she froze as she saw the insectoid's clear phallus swell and a large egg made it's way through the shaft. Cook stirred and let out a delirious moan of protest as the entrance of her womanhood visibly stretched out. Chana watched in horror as the egg was pushed into her vaginal canal and a short moment later her stomach grew just slightly larger.

Chana's mind filled with confusion as the memory of her throat being raped and filled with thousands of tiny embryo's came back to her, and the fear that she was pregnant with some of them consumed her. She moved back away from the corner and pressed her back against the wall as a wave of nausea swept over her. She looked down as she suddenly felt her arms and legs engulfed in a warm fleshy sensation, and saw that she was naked with a huge pregnant belly. She could feel something unnatural moving around in her womb, and at the same time felt an overwhelming sensation of pleasure as something thick hammered in and out of her pussy. All around her she could hear other women crying out both in pleasure and pain.

“Oh Founder... harder! Fuck my hole harder!” Chana heard herself scream out, but immediately realized that it wasn't her voice but was Anja's. Then just as suddenly as the nausea had hit her, it passed and Chana found herself kneeling on the ground, covered in sweat. She immediately stood up realizing that she had just had a vision of what her sister was experiencing and was filled with rage at the thought of a mutate violating her purity.

Filled with adrenaline Chana dropped her rifle, drew her sword and rushed around the corner of the wall. She moved so swiftly that by the time the insectoid mutate released Cook's breast from it's mouth to look up she was already within striking distance, and with one fierce swing she slashed through the two right legs the insectoid was standing on. She hopped back just far enough to give it room to fall to it's side as it let out a horrible high pitch screech and toppled over. Chana gave it just long enough for it's grotesque compound eyes to lock onto hers and then thrusted her blade straight into it's open mouth. The tip of the blade pierced through the back of the insectoid's head and with all of her strength Chana pulled the sword upward, splaying open the mutate's head and killing it instantly.

After taking a moment to catch her breath and compose herself Chana began hacking at the insectoid's limbs that were still holding Cook captive, and then carefully cut off the insectoid's phallus at it's base. She quickly sheathed her sword and then pulled Cook away from the blood and gore of the dismembered mutate, and knelt down next to her. With a grimace of disgust she grabbed a hold of a portion of the clear shaft that was still sticking out of Cook's womanhood, and slowly pulled it out of her, causing more and more yellowish fluid to spill out of her now gaping vagina.

As she threw the shaft far behind her, she placed her clean hand onto Cook's forehead. “Cook. Can you hear me Cook?” She said quietly, and after a short moment Cook's eyes slowly began to open.

“Wha... What happened?” Cook asked as if just waking up from a bad dream.

“Stay calm Cook.” Chana said as Cook looked down at her naked body and bulging stomach. Chana wasn't sure if it was Cook's strength, or if she was just to weak, but Cook didn't scream or panic as she had seen most other Purifiers in her situation do. She merely clenched her jaw shut and let silent tears roll down her face for a minute that seemed to last forever before stopping and then looking up at Chana.

“Sister Chana.” Cook whispered.

“What is it Cook?” Chana asked already knowing what she was going to ask of her.

“Please kill me.” She said emotionless.

Chana's hand went to her dagger, but as her hand closed around the handle she found she couldn't draw it. She had killed other Purifiers in the same situation, after all it was the law of Purity that any woman who was impure must be killed, but questions raced through Chana's mind. Even though her hymen hadn't been broken, Chana had been violated and possibly impregnated. Was she impure or not? And then what of Anja, who was without a doubt impure? Was she suppose to kill her own sister, who she had fought so hard to save?

“Why do you hesitate sister Chana? My body is impure and my soul tainted. You must end my life. Purity demands it.” Cook now said as if speaking to a subordinate and not a superior.

Chana's hand fell away from her dagger and she stood up. “I can not...” She said faintly and began to step away from her.

Cook grabbed Chana's ankle and held it as strongly as she could, keeping Chana from backing away any further. “What do you mean you can not? Purity demands it! Kill me!” She yelled angrily at Chana.

“No!” Chana screamed as panic and confusion swept over her and she strongly kicked her foot to break Cook's grasp. Not anticipating Cook's hold on her to be so weak, Chana's foot easily broke free and accidentally connected with Cook's head, knocking her unconscious. Chana immediately broke out into a sprint and began running back to the broken down building she had discovered earlier, leaving behind the unconscious Purifier, and her second rifle.

~ ~ ~ Not Long After ~ ~ ~

Mantis looked closely over Bruje's mutilated corpse. His limbs had been hacked cleanly off, and his head cut open from the mouth up. There were few blades that could cut through one of his broodling's carapace exoskeleton like he was seeing, and with the weapons he had found in the surrounding area, Mantis was positive this had been done by Purifiers. However, There was only one way for him to be certain since Purifiers never came into the city.

He took two steps with his long legs over to the unconscious blond woman laying on the ground and waved his long black cloak out of the way as he squatted down next to her. He ran his three long segmented fingers over her large stomach and the two antennas on his head twitched as he sensed seven of Bruje's eggs implanted in the woman's womb. Then he roughly grabbed a large tuft of her long blond hair and stood up, pulling her body up with him.

“Wake up breeder whore!” He ordered as he saw the woman's eyes weakly fluttering open.

“Kill me...” The woman weakly mumbled as her eyes adjusted and looked over Mantis's dark green chitin covered body.

“Your a Purifier, yes?” Mantis asked raising the woman a few feet into the air, bringing her face close to his hard mouth and large black compound eyes.

“No... I'm impure...”

“Impure. Vile rhetoric of Purity. Hear me. I am Hive Lord Mantis. You bear one of my broods progeny. Bruje. Bruje is slain. His claim to you is now mine. Your body is strong. Desirable. My hive is a legion strong. You will be proud to mate with me. To bear my brood.”

“I'll die first.” The woman said in defiance.

“Your strength pleases me. You will make an exceptional mate.” Mantis said, lowering the woman to her feet. He immediately began walking back toward his hive while keeping a firm grasp on the woman's hair, forcing her to stumble behind him as she tried to keep up with the long strides of his legs.


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