Defile

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  "Operator, Ordis fears you are in danger!"
  There wasn't enough time. The Operator had already sent her assigned Warframe off to the far reaches of the Orokin Derelict on a defense mission. Even if she were to recall the Warframe, the time it would take to extract and return was far too great. She was on her own, trapped in the Orbiter's Transference room with only the Somatic Link's chamber to protect her.

"Operator, Ordis advises you t-"

  The sound of the four metal plates receding into their respective slots was all too familiar to the Operator. The door was open. Many times she had a Warframe visit her, but it was on her own accord. She commanded the Warframe, she gave the orders, but this time was different. She wasn't commanding those aboard her ship, she had no control over them, nor any sense of who or what it was. The corpus? The Grineer? No, something was different. Neither of those factions held any technology capable of boarding, let alone detecting the Orbiter. No, this was from within. Whatever was aboard the ship already had access and it was obvious that whoever or whatever was producing the pitter-patter of footsteps towards the Somatic Link had been in the ship for quite some time.

"Do not open the Somatic Link, Operator!"

  It was too late. The hood of the Somatic Link was already rising, and the Operator within ready to fight. Through the vast array of Warframes she had garnered much Focus, so much that all five of the Great Tenno schools were nearly complete. And though not as strong as the Warframes themselves, the Operator held high combat potential and she was itching to put it to use.
  Two towering silhouettes stood before the Operator. The distinct features, the curves, and the colors. The Operator immediately recognized them as the Warframes Mesa and Zephyr. Though she hadn't taken command of them lately, never could she have forgotten them.

  "Mesa, Zephyr? I didn't command either of you to my side. For what purpose do you stand here before me?" The Operator pondered aloud.

  A heart-wrenching scream was the only response given by Zephyr. Mesa stood in silence with her face buried in her hands. No tears, no, for Warframes lacked the basic human biology required to produce them, though the pain Mesa felt was apparent to the Operator.
  The Operator was taken aback by the emotion shown by the Warframes. Lost for words, she only sat in awe and stared at them with a blank look drawn upon her face. She hadn't known they were capable of such a thing, much less moving on their own to such an extent.

  "Do you have nothing to say?! You abandon us, throw us out, ignore us, and then sit there as if to mock us?!" Zephyr suddenly cried out, pouring her emotional distress into each word.

  "I... I don't..." The Operator stuttered, her mind barren. She wanted so bad to tell them she was sorry, yet couldn't manage to find the words.

  "Just shut up! You don't deserve to speak!" Zephyr bellowed, her arms thrown out to either side in a fit of rage.

  A gust of turbulent wind rushed passed the Operator, purposely causing her to have to raise her arms to shield herself. Zephyr took advantage of the defenseless child and pulled her down the chair by her legs. Upon regaining herself and opening her eyes, The Operator found Zephyr had straddled the seat and was sat upon her chest. The worst part of it, a lengthy appendage was protruding from Zephyr's crotch and laying limp across her left shoulder.
  The fear of what was to come gradually set in and took hold of the Operator's mind and body. With her hands held against the arms of the chair, she fought and struggled against the foreign body to the best of her ability.

  "You showed us you cared, you gave us hope! Then a new toy came along and you threw us away like we're just your childish little toys!" Zephyr shrieked, her head mere centimeters from the Operator's.

  Another gust of wind, fueled by Zephyr's hatred, rushed over the Operator's body in such a way that it forced her mouth agape. Zephyr twisted her hips, dug her appendage between the Operator's lips to invade her mouth and force herself upon the young child.

  "Fhuleese sthop! Om Sohhry!" The Operator begged, her voice skewed by the bulky organ lodged in her mouth.

  "Enough, no more lies!" Mesa shouted, finally raising her voice and letting herself be heard.

  A sharp pain and the obtuse sensation of having something stuck in her throat simultaneously assaulted the Operator's senses. Mesa had lurched forward and shoved Zephyr with her, forcibly inserting the entirety of the Warframe's thirty-eight centimeter organ down the Operator's esophagus.

"Oonnm! Oaaaaan!" The Operator gagged and choked violently, attempting to speak and cry out for help.

  The Operator's struggle against the abusive Zephyr caused her head to involuntarily be thrown back against the seat, her bodies attempt to remove the foreign object lodged so far down her gullet that it nearly penetrated into her stomach. Zephyr used the Operator's struggles to her advantage by having her inadvertently, and repeatedly, stroke her shaft.


  After Zephyr became firmly planted inside of the Operator, Mesa quickly seized her advantage and ripped the crotch lining of the Operator's suit in half, exposing her plump childish labia. Without hesitation Mesa vigorously thrust her middle and index fingers into the Operator's vaginal canal and twisting them, tearing her hymen asunder.
  The Operator wailed in response to Mesa's perversion as tears began to stream from her ducts. No pleasure, no personal gain, all the Operator felt was pure agonizing pain.

  Mesa continued her relentless assault, neglecting the Operator's blatant muffled cries for help. Mesa then pressed the tip of her equally as large member against the Operator's vagina, momentarily stopping to distribute the blood leaking from the Operator's hole over the top half of her organ. Only then, after a quick peak to bask in the Operator's tortured expression, Mesa thrust her hips forward without a shred of remorse, splitting the young Operator's canal like a hot knife.

  "Onnn!" The Operator expelled the last bit of oxygen that remained in her lungs to exude a strained gasp. The pain welling in her empty lungs dug at her chest cavity, screaming for help.

  The Operator's body fought against the searing pain of her vagina being torn apart for as long as it possibly could before finally falling limp and succumbing to the grievous assault of the two Warframes. The room around her grew dark, the lack of oxygen and seemingly endless torment was causing her body to shut down. In her mind, it was over. She hadn't the physical strength to fight, and mentally she was drained of all will.

  "You stupid bitch!" Zephyr groaned and shoved the back of the Operator's head against her pelvis.

  Every flex, every pulse, and every stream of semen that was discharged from Zephyr's organ the Operator felt searing her insides. Like drinking or eating too much, her stomach gradually became too full to handle the amount of liquid being pumped into her. All it took was one long stroke by Zephyr for the white magma to erupt and overflow from the Operator's nostrils, followed by her mouth.

  Likewise, Mesa was showing signs of nearing her end as well. The speed at which she was thrusting gained in intensity, as did the strength of her grip on the girl's hips. Then after a brief pause in her movements, Mesa reached climax. Within the first couple releases, a mixture of blood and semen began to pour from the Operator's canal and spill onto the floor below. With each new spurt Mesa dug her cock deeper into the Operator's womb, further tearing it apart.

  With the Operator's throat free of Zephyr's member, her body convulsed and began to vehemently vomit pure semen until she was once more capable of breathing life into her lungs. The long and strained gasps stung her chest and lungs, yet were nothing compared to the pain her lower body was in.

  "It's over..." The Operator repeated in her mind, as if flashing in bright red letters.

 Mesa and Zephyr retrieved themselves from the Operator's person and once more towered over her, staring down in disgust. The Operator stared back, her vision blurry and dull, before falling unconscious onto the floor for the final time.