GGG XXX 2: Fuck Harder

There are a surprising amount of things one can do when faced with a life or death situation.  Yet all those fancy actions boil down to four main categories:  You can run, fight, hide, or submit.  And Katja Prochazka, the Second Undefeated Storm of the Lambda Carina system had tried the first three to no avail.  Her pursuer had matched her pace for pace and every punch had been turned away by a simple hum or a short song.  When it became clear that the usual approach wasn’t working, Katja’s posse made the ultimate sacrifice and gave their bodies to buy the Boss a few minutes to temporarily escape into the ruins of a nearby building.

She could feel her luck turning as the chaos of the Taura-Ionian Civil War continued outside the shattered windows of what had been a luxury clothing store.  The past few hours had seen a sure victory turn into a disastrous defeat for her fellow pilots.  Ygritte had completely lost it when Mateo died, Paula had been atomized while trying to negotiate with her cyborg brother, and Vincent had decided that hanging out in the planet’s core was a better way to kill time than squashing weaklings.  And Naenia…beautiful, sweet, strong Naenia had turned on them with but a few words from her mentor Moira.  Katja took a precious moment to strategize as she sensed her former comrade approaching her location.  Her opponent’s sonic powers were thoroughly monstrous and the constant pressure and sound-based attacks had worn through her stamina quickly.  Any kind of direct attack had lost all momentum within inches of striking her and being outnumbered did not appear to change that.

With the light fading, Katja’s psychic senses painted a bleak picture.  At most, she had a few moments to gather her wits about her before the Siren pinpointed her location and finished her off for good.  Katja’s mind raced with possible scenarios.  There had to be some kind of way around her damn defenses, right?  A quick glance in a dusty, discarded mirror reminded her that whatever her plan was going to be, Katja would have to execute it quickly and hope that it rendered the bitch insensible in one go.  Otherwise her bruised form and tattered clothes would not withstand the resulting counterattack.  The encroaching humming promised an end to her respite and lacking a better option, she settled on an old fashioned ambush.

Tinkling glass heralded the arrival of her worst nightmare.  “Oh Kaaaaatjaaaaaaa~  Come out come out where ever you are!  I have a lovely duet just for the two of us.~”  The idol’s charming vocals echoed through the empty store and even under her mentor’s sway, Naenia’s voice turned Katja’s insides to mush in the worst ways.  A quick peak from her perch confirmed that the sweetest sound in the universe was the only thing that had remained unchanged.  The Galactic Siren had ditched her normally subtle, yet sensual attire for some trashy outfit that was more a collection of strategically placed buckles and straps than actual clothing.  Stylized black makeup covered Naenia’s face and matched the metal collar and knobby microphone swinging lazily in her hands.  In Katja’s mind, the singer’s new look cheapened her beauty and made her look like a gothic harlot.  Her personal feelings on proper attire for women wouldn’t stop her former ally and as Naenia rounded the remains of a clothes rack, Katja pounced.

By all rights, the ambush should have worked.  There was too little distance to dodge and Katja’s fist struck like her namesake.  Yet a simple whistle froze her fist inches from Naenia’s face.  The air ground ground her hand raw as she futilely tried to force it closer.  But a little ditty flung the pilot back against a pile of rubble and Katja’s eye dimmed as she slipped into unconsciousness.
She awoke with a scream as she felt herself being invaded by something far too long and wide for her own good.  The handle of the fat microphone protruded from her exposed nethers and with each struggle, Katja felt the object stretch her inflamed lips as Naenia forced it further and further into her barely-moist crotch.  “Oh what’s the matter my one-eyed lovebird?”  The singer grinned madly as she slid her slit behind the handle and slowly humped it further into her captive audience.  “Isn’t this what you always wanted?  To make wild love to me with all of your heart?”  Naenia giggled at Katja’s discomfort while she ran her tongue lewdly over the woman’s heart-shaped eyepatch.  Her thrusts inched the microphone into  She pulled away after a few moments and smiled innocently at the pilot’s pain.  “You know, I wrote a song just for you!  I call it ‘Multiple Water Symphony in O’.”  She giggled again and adopted the proper posture for singing.  “It’s so good, you might lose your mind!”

Katja’s pain addled brain scarcely had time to process those words before Naenia’s voice reached out and touched her.  Literally.  The Siren’s sonic abilities gently cascaded over her body and despite her discomfort, she could feel herself becoming aroused.  Tiny pockets of pressure tweaked her nipples, kneaded her breasts, and assaulted her clitoris in a merciless attempt to force Katja to orgasm.  Every octave and hum sent a vibration through the handle stuck in her partner’s twat and in turn, filled the woman with a decisively confusing mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Ugh…I-I can’t even feel anything!  So pipe down and fight me f-fair and squaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-”  Katja’s reply was lost as she felt a large amount of pressure force its way through her backdoor and roughly sodomized her with short, violent thrusts.  Her body was forcibly thrown against the restraints over and over again as a choked cry tore its way through her throat.  Tears ran freely down her face as she struggled to come to grips with how drastically her circumstances had changed.  Katja had always admired Naenia’s physique and in the quiet moments of the night, she had thought about what it would be like to spend a night under the sheets with an idol.  On the rare occasions when she had some privacy, she even managed to pleasure herself to the thoughts of what it would feel like to have the singer buried between her thighs.

But this brutality and humiliation was a perversion of every fantasy she had ever imagined.  The Naenia she knew was gentle, playful, and would feather kisses down her spine in the early morning hours.  This bitch crudely violating her holes cared only about how much pain and suffering she could inflict; there was no warmth or kindness in her laugh.  That sense of loss and betrayal made her want to curl up into a ball and wish that it was all a bad dream.  Reality had different plans, however, as Naenia advanced forward and ripped the microphone out of Katja.  The sensation overcame the woman’s mental barriers and a river of clear liquid gushed forward onto the dusty floor.  Her hole clenched reflexively as it struggled to fit around the non-existent intruder, yet Katja’s womb remained visible through the aching gape.  The idol paused her singing to cleanly taste her former friend’s juices clinging to its black case.  She advanced with the steady confidence of an individual born to perform and whispered softly in the wind.  “Now, let’s give your friends a turn.  I’m sure they’re dying to know what their ‘Boss’ tastes like.”

Katja’s sagging, convulsing body tensed as a small crowd of familiar shapes trudged through the rubble.  Even though the mist of agony and confusion, she could recognize the naked forms of her former co-pilots.  Every cell in her body screamed for her to fight, to warn them away and to do something!  But all that came from her lips was a worried gurgle and pain-addled nonsense.  Yet even as their hands and mouths descended upon her, Katja kept enough sense to hear a tiny voice reach out to her mind.

[Help…help me Katja!]

[Hello?  Who’s there?]

Katja struggled to block out all the pain and humiliation and focused all her energy to send a reply into the depths of mental space.  The reply was faint and carefully measured, as if the speaker was trying to whisper from far far away.

[Katja…it’s you isnt’ it Katja?  I mean…it’s really you, right?]

The one eyed woman projected feelings of warmth and security as her astral form searched for her soulmate.  Cloying inky blackness frustrated her at every turn until she caught a glimpse of pale silvery skin hiding midst the shadows.  And with a thought, she was there beside the naked, crying form of the singer.  Her hands intertwined with her lover's and drew the Siren's form close to her own.  Their lips found each other and for the longest time, there was nothing in the world except the soft glowing warmth of the other against the cold blackness of empty space.  Despite Moira’s best attempts to isolate the couple, their pure love had drawn them back together.  And it was their love that had let Katja survive her earlier experiences.  She brushed some wayward hairs out of the singer's eyes as she held her close to her heart.

[Yes, it’s me Naenia.  You don't need to cry anymore.  I'm right here.]

The singer's frail form felt nearly weightless in Katja's arms.  It was clear that Moira’s hold on the singer had inflicted some heavy psychological trauma.  Naenia’s astral form was more translucent and wispy than her own and in a few places, there were even small holes.  The only way to repair that would be to strengthen the Siren’s resolve and Katja knew just how to do it.  She planted kisses along Naenia's neck and collarbone as the singer tried to give a coherent reply.

[I thought I had lost you forever Kat.  Why did you come-]

The rest of her reply transformed into a soft mewling as Katja gently kissed her way up Naenia’s thighs to her bellybutton.  Her hands cupped the singer’s bottom and maneuvered her crotch towards Katja’s waiting mouth.  Soft moans turned into perfect peals of need as a tongue wormed its way gently beneath the singer's folds and teased her entrance.  The intrusion was greeted by a pleasant wetness and the comforting feeling of fingers running through her scalp while gently pressing Katja's mouth closer to Naenia's trimmed crotch.

[Oh god...I didn't even know you could do this Kat.  W-w-why haven't we tried this beforeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

The licking and prodding increased incrementally until the only sounds coming from the singer were passionate urging and the soft swishing of Naenai's milky thighs wrapping around her lover's head.  Yet the release she was looking for didn't come as the one eyed pilot reluctantly disengaged.  The singer's confusion quickly melted away as Katja began sensually rubbing her crotch up against Naenia’s slit.  Soft squishes punctuated the darkness as the pair entwined their legs and ground themselves together.  Katja's mouth pressed into Naenia's with little subtlety as she took the lead; there was nothing but the pure want to make her girlfriend understand just how much she loved her.  Her fingers gripped the singer's thighs powerfully as she thrust forward and filled her lover with memories they had shared.  The day at the beach, buying battle panties together, the fateful night under the open sky where they had confessed their feelings, and even their awkward first time together as a couple.  Each snippet of thought caused Naenia to grow more solid and more radiant while the darkness was forced to give ground inch by inch.  With a final frenzied thrust, the couple finished together and the last bits of shadow were washed out by pure white.

Katja awoke in the real world and immediately regretted it.  Her crotch felt like it was on fire and probably wouldn't be the same ever again judging from how far it gaped.  The rest of her body screamed in agony as she noticed a few new welts covering her front in a patchwork of red.  But she wasn't dead and her immediate thoughts turned towards the looming figure of her opponent above her.  She waited for the next strike, the next taunt, the next violation of her womanhood, but none were forthcoming.  Twin rivers stained black fell from Naenia's face and stained Katja's naked torso.  Her eyes betrayed all her thoughts as she wept openly into Katja's chest against a backdrop of ozone emissions and the whiz of Alliance Gears overhead.  There were no words to be said as the couple curled up together and awaited the end of the world in each other’s arms.

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Millena set down her keyboard and removed her sticky fingers as she put the final period on her latest masterpiece.  Her thoughts remain unfinished, however, as her assistant Simmons swept into her room with a stack of forms.  He didn't even spare her a glance as he started rifling through the massive pile.  “Ma’am, I’m sorry to report that there are a number of sexual harassment forms being filed against you claiming, for example, ‘I don’t like robotic tentacles up my butt’, ‘Alien goo biology doesn’t work that way’, and ‘My libido < awesome fire powers.  Also, not gay.’  What would you like me to do….”  The rest of his reply was cut short as he caught an eyeful of his fully-naked superior officer desperately trying to cover her crotch with the first draft of something titled “Molten Metal:  A VincentxFelix slashfic”  Silence reigned for a few moments before Simmons gingerly started backing up towards the door before Millena's brain registered just what had happened.  He desperately tried to placate his superior as he neared his escape scant inches away.  “For the record, ma’am, I think your grooming habits lend to your air of maturity.”  Anything else was promptly cut off by the 159 page draft nailing the senior technician right in the family jewels.  To her credit, the captain stared at Simmon's unconscious form for a few moments before she panicked completely and set about a course of action that would have far reaching repercussions...