Chapter Twenty-Nine: Anna

Anna wasn’t much for following the rules, especially when it came to the possibility of earning profit. Admittedly, profit was a loosely defined term in the Necropolis, but she’d managed to find some degree of it after finding her way to the bunker of survivors. While most of the other survivors focused on staying alive and worrying about the looming danger of the city, Anna had opened up shop. No one had much in the way of traditional currency, which made it practically worthless. But there was still value in certain items and Anna was more than happy to barter her way to the Necropolis’s equivalent of riches. But in order to keep her customers happy, she needed to have the rarest of simple pleasures and necessities. In order to secure such things, she had to face the dangers of the city alone by way of a secret passage she’d discovered shortly after her arrival.

Anna was a capable enough fighter that she didn’t have much trouble dispatching the few zombies she encountered on her typical expeditions. She kept a low enough profile to avoid the meaner monsters, hiding and sneaking away from them whenever she countered them. She did her best to stay as close to her private passage as she could in case things got too dangerous, but she knew that would only last for so long. She’d picked the majority of the shops clean of useful items and knew she’d have to expand her search to other blocks soon, but not yet. She’d not yet checked every nook and cranny in the little strip mall and until she confirmed the area was picked clean completely, she didn’t chance the risk of moving too far away from the safety of the bunker.

Even with her secret entrance a quick jog away, Anna was further from safety than she realized. She’d spent enough time in the area over a long period of time that the Blow Hunter had no trouble picking up her scent. The monstrosity lay in wait for her, discovering exactly where she was coming from. Relaying that information back to Kerrigan’s Child and confirming that the young woman was alone, the Blow Hunter was given clearance to eliminate her. The creature was thrilled to do so. Hunting and eliminating targets was precisely what his kind had been designed to do.

The Blow Hunter had an anorexic appearance, four boney arms growing out from his sides. His skin was a charcoal black, making it easy for him to slip into the shadows and disappear. Numerous eyes dotted his head and thin slit-like nostrils ran up the center of his face. His puckered mouth was just large enough to allow his long tongue to slither free. His soft, greasy skin was dotted with dozens of hard nubs and his legs folded inwards to allow him to jump to impressive heights and distances with great speed. His clawed hands and feet dug into the brick wall, perched near the top of the building he had chosen to lie in wait, while his dark eyes followed Anna’s every move, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Anna’s face lit up with surprise as she spotted one highly sought-after treasure lying just outside the shattered door of a defunct pub. It was a condom machine that had seemingly been ripped out of the wall and chucked through the door. In terms of coveted creature comforts, condoms ranked highly. There were surprisingly few men in the bunker, but with death constantly looming over the survivors, there was a huge desire to fuck the fear away. Pregnancy and disease were, if anything, even more of a concern in the Necropolis than they were in the normal world. With a healthy supply of condoms, Anna could procure damn near anything she liked, as well as the personal pleasures they could provide. She hurried over to the machine and knelt over it, hoping that it still had at least a decent stock left inside.

The condom machine had actually come from a bar several blocks away. The Blow Hunter had procured it to use as bait for the young woman after having seen how well looted the surrounding shops were. With his prey facing away from him, bent over with her pleasantly crafted posterior shoved in his direction, the Hunter was glad to see that his ruse had worked. His loose, sac-like skin billowed in the wind as he launched himself towards Anna, landing just behind her as silently as a gentle breeze. The girl was so focused on trying to pry the condom machine open that she didn’t notice his presence until it was too late.

Anna shrieked, jumping as the Blow Hunter’s spindly arms looped around her and pulled her up. She fought to break free, but the thing’s slimy skin clung to her firmly enough that it made movement difficult. It soaked into her clothes, seeming to ooze from the creature’s skin in greater quantities the longer he held her. She cried out for help, knowing that there was none to be found, as the Hunter pulled her up against his chest. She twisted from side to side, slamming her elbows into his body but unable to force him to release her. Fear shot through Anna, unaware of what she’d been caught by. She’d seen plenty of horrors during her time in the Necropolis, but never anything like the creature that held her.

The Blow Hunter twisted Anna away from the condom machine, tugging her away from the wrecked bar and shoving her up against the display window of a clothing store. The young woman grunted as her chest hit the glass, staring into the dark store and finding a row of naked mannequins staring back at her. She remembered looting the store during one of her first excursions out of the bunker, gaining a good bit of notoriety for her shop by offering a wide array of fashionable outfits. Now she was being forced to stare at the remains of her past triumph while her own fashionable outfit was torn open. Her bare breasts smacked against the glass, flattening against it while the Hunter tore away her skirt and ripped her panties halfway down her thighs.

The Hunter shifted his hips back, lining up his twin pricks with Anna’s lower orifices. He ground forward slowly, easing into her cunt and ass. With his prey thoroughly snared, he had no reason not to drag out the penetration. The soft folds of her pussy stretched around one prehensile length of cock while her asshole stretched to take the second. Anna screamed through clenched teeth, managing to pound a clenched fist against the window she was sandwiched against. With a final pump, the Blow Hunter wedged the full length of both his cocks into the young woman. Her breasts were dragged against the glass with fleshy squeaks as he began a steady rhythm of pumps into her.

Anna squirmed against the Hunter, amazed by how much give his body had. She could shift and turn easily enough, but she couldn’t break free from the monster. Her hopes of being saved her minimal, but it didn’t keep her from continuing to scream. No one else knew of her secret means of leaving and returning to the bunker, but perhaps there was another – more official – looting party close enough to hear her. It was a thought that the Blow Hunter also considered. His worm-like tongue extended from his puckered mouth and curled around Anna’s head, shoving its way into her mouth and muffling her cries.

Virtually silenced and bizarrely trapped, Anna could do little more than suffer as the Blow Hunter violated her clenching cunt and ass. The violation grew rougher for her, pain streaking up from her stuffed loins. The Blow Hunter was not designed to live. He was a cruel creation, one that barreled towards an inevitable end once he had served his purpose. With Anna captured, that purpose was concluded. Now he could spend the remainder of his life in the throes of ecstasy courtesy of her body. He fucked her with wild abandon, with total disregard for her well-being or his own. The sticky slime oozing from his pours soaked her tattered clothes and left her skin glistening, lubing up her holes for faster strokes.

With a final hard shove into Anna’s body, the Blow Hunter reached his climax. Instead of basting her insides with creamy spunk, the seed flowed backwards, pouring into the Hunter’s loose form. The creature hugged Anna tighter as his body ballooned outwards, mashing her tighter between himself and the window. The hard nubs doting his body swelled into sharp points that prodded her skin painfully. The growth was rapid, forcing the air from Anna’s lungs as the flesh-balloon enveloped her. As the Hunter’s climax reached its peak, the sharp protrusions shot outwards, transforming the Hunter into a bloated sack of cum-filled flesh with dozens of vicious, bony spikes.

The spikes skewered Anna’s body at numerous points, ripping through her body and leaving her utterly impaled and even more effectively stuck to the creature. One spike punched through the back of her knee while another impaled her upper thigh. Three emerged from various points across her slim belly while another exploded from one plump breast. Her right arm was nearly ripped away as one of the spikes crunched through her shoulder at the same time as another shot through her left wrist. The most damning spike entered the back of her skull and pushed through her brain before emerging from her mouth, knocking her front teeth away in a bloody sneeze.

Stretched to the point of bursting, the Blow Hunter savored the final lingering moments of his one and only orgasm. His prey’s corpse twitched against him, coaxing a few final sparks of pleasure from his body. The Hunter released a satisfied groan deep into Anna’s dead ear as the elasticity of his skin gave out. With a thunderous pop, the Blow Hunter’s body ruptured. Flaps of loose skin and hard spikes exploded outwards, ripping Anna’s body apart as gallons of spunk and gore splattered across the shop window and over the sidewalk. The glass cracked as Anna’s spiked head smacked against it hard enough to dent her forehead inwards.

In the wake of the explosive climax, little remained of Hunter or prey. Even the larger chunks of Anna’s body were so thoroughly drenched in seed that they were impossible to discern from the rest of the mess covering the shopfront. Nothing living had heard Anna’s screams and due to the secretive nature of her unsanctioned exploration of the Necropolis, no one within the bunker even knew she was gone. The precious condoms she’d found would go unclaimed, as would the so-called riches she’d amassed since opening her shop. Soon enough, the ins and outs of commerce would be the least of the survivors’ worries.