Chapter Thirty-Seven: Miranda Lawson

The sight of Juliet Starling being brutally dismembered and murdered left a cold lump in Miranda Lawson’s belly. She’d found Juliet’s persistently bubbly attitude – even in the face of the disturbing realities of the Necropolis – more than a little grating. And Jack called me a cheerleader, she thought. She had no idea. On the other hand, Miranda could not deny the powerhouse Juliet had been in regard to causing massive amounts of damage to the enemy line in a short period of time. The loss of her as a defender would no doubt be paid for with even more blood. Miranda only hoped that it wouldn’t result in the downfall of the Bunker entirely.

Determined to keep fighting despite the loss, Miranda barked orders to the other survivors who’d made it to the front line with her. Juliet had bought them time and some room to maneuver, but it was up to them to take full advantage of the situation. She aimed and fired as quickly as she could, picking off as many zombies as she could. The rapid pops of Clarice Starling’s handgun echoed in her ear as the woman helped to hold the undead horde at bay. Spotting a group of zombies attempting to flank them, Miranda directed Zafina to take care of them. The Middle Eastern fighter charged into the pack, delivering a series of rapid strikes to keep them at bay and dispatch them.

They were doing their best. With the help of Clarice, Zafina, and the other survivors who’d emerged from the Bunker to join the fight, Miranda figured they could hold off the assault for a little while longer. But the odds of winning the battle were depressingly slim. They’d never been able to get an accurate count on the number of zombies dwelling within the Necropolis, but she knew they were staggering. And that didn’t even include the myriad of other monstrosities that proved an even bigger threat. The majority of those monsters were currently lumbering their way towards the Bunker’s main entrance. “Dammit,” Miranda muttered under her breath, emptying the last of her blaster’s charge into the head of a charging Hell Hound and rapidly replacing it with a fresh energy pack. “Where the hell are you, D.Va?”

The worst thing about the Necropolis, aside from the unending stream of violent death and worse that it contained, was the way it somehow managed to keep throwing new adversity at them. Miranda spotted yet another new creature as it galloped through a pack of zombies on its way to the front line. It was an absurd looking thing. Three thick legs – arranged in a tripod formation – sprouting from an oversized, spherical head. Dark, shaggy fur layered the head while the legs were left as little more than raw muscle tissue. The cylindrical legs ended in horse-like hooves. Miranda was still taking in the disturbing visage of the thing when its wide mouth opened and a spear-tipped tongue sprang forth. She only had time to dodge, shifting to the side and pulling her head down to avoid having her face impaled on the tongue.

By saving her own life, Miranda unintentionally put Clarice within the tongue’s path of death. The Federal agent caught the briefest glimpse of movement in her peripheral vision, enough to get her to turn her head towards it just in time to let the spear-tongue crunch through the bridge of her nose. Her body snapped tense, eyes bulging as the tongue rocketed through her sinus cavities and into her brain. Her pistol dropped from her twitching hands as the fleshy length of sharpened muscle tissue exploded from the back of her head. Her knees wobbled as her legs went weak, piss soaking into the crotch of her pants as her eyes lazily rolled inwards. Then, as powerfully as the Spear-Tongued Head Snatcher had expelled its tongue, it retracted it. Clarice’s head was violently ripped from her body and yanked into the creature’s waiting mouth where it was promptly and messily crushed into a gory pulp. Clarice’s headless corpse flopped onto its back, subtle death twitches rolling through her.

Before Miranda could get revenge for Clarice’s death, the three-legged monster darted away. She fired a few shots after it anyway, nearly managing to blow one of its legs off. “Keep fighting,” she yelled to the others, face constricting with desperate determination. “Hold them back!” Given what they faced and the certainty of what would happen if they failed, the other survivors didn’t need Miranda’s encouragement, but it was appreciated all the same. Camille Montes rattled off a stream of hot lead destruction by way of the Uzi she clutched in her hands. Zafina snatched up Clarice’s discarded pistol and took advantage of the ability to deliver some killing force at range. Kunimitsu flung throwing daggers into the zombies shuffling towards them. The line was holding. For the moment, at least.

That moment passed almost too fast for Miranda to keep up with. The trio of Hell Flyers swooped in from seemingly out of nowhere. Before she could get a clean shot on any of them, they converged on Zafina. Unfamiliar with the gun she held, she tried to use it as a bludgeoning tool to beat the creatures back. She screamed as their claws dug into her, tightening into a firm hold. Their leathery wings beat rapidly, hoisting the Middle Eastern woman into the air. As she struggled, they carried her back towards the bulk of the attack force. One of them tore open her top and let out a cackle as he watched her full breasts bounce free.

“Shit,” Miranda hissed, watching as the Hell Flyers carried Zafina further away. She lifted her blaster and steadied her breathing, doing her best to block out all of the hellish distractions around her. She waited for the perfect moment and desperately hoped that it came soon. Thankfully, it did. She squeezed off a shot and breathed a sigh of relief as she watched one Hell Flyer’s head explode into a messy spatter. Zafina let out a startled yelp as her body slipped free from the dead creature’s grip. Her weight proved too much for the remaining two and she managed to pull herself free. The ten foot drop to the ground would have left her bruised but alive. The five or so foot drop to the ravenous pack of undead beneath her would make for a softer landing, but a far more fatal one.

The zombies caught Zafina as she fell, allowing her to crowd surf above them for a few moments before pulling her down between them. She screamed as their rotting hands grabbed at her, squeezing her breasts and tearing away her remaining clothing. Jagged teeth sank into her shoulder as rancid undead cock stabbed into her cunt. Consumed by their most basic instincts, the zombies forgot all about advancing on the bunker and focused their full attention on the sexy morsel that had fallen into their clutches. Hidden within the crowd of zombies, Zafina’s terrible ordeal could not be seen by the other survivors. But thanks to her rising shrieks, they could certainly hear it.

Miranda’s biotic powers had been far from reliable since her arrival in the Necropolis. Her best guess was that something within the corrupted city was affecting her on a biological level. That alone was scary enough, but hardly the most pressing concern at the moment. Pushed well beyond the point of desperation, she focused what energy she could to conjure up a biotic slam. Gritting her teeth and feeling the stirrings of a pounding headache in the back of her skull, Miranda cried out as she unleashed the energy on the group of zombies ravaging Zafina. She gasped as the power left her, plucking the stinking corpses into the air and slamming them back into the ground with enough force to leave them crippled or dead.

Miranda blinked the sweat from her eyes, uncomfortably aware of how weak her muscles suddenly felt. She looked into the pile of mangled undead flesh for any sign of Zafina. When she spotted the woman, she regretted having looked for her in the first place. Zafina lay on her back, hips twisted to the side with a zombie cock still wedged halfway into her ass. Her steaming guts lay pooled beside her and half of her throat had been torn out. The woman’s unblinking eyes were as clear an indicator of her death as any of her wounds. Just another death to weigh on her conscience.

Perhaps it was the fatigue she felt from using her biotic powers, or the disheartening lump in her gut as she realized the futility of their efforts, but regardless of the reason, the result was the same. She took no notice of the others pulling back. Or the reason why they were retreating. It wasn’t until Menat called out to her that she snapped out of her daze and realized the danger she was in. By then it was too late. The Big Man that had charged up from the side was practically on top of her. She twisted towards him, bringing her blaster up, only to have it promptly slapped from her hand. She threw herself backwards as the obese zombie’s expansive belly split open, but not nearly fast enough to avoid being snared by his prehensile intestines.

One fleshy tip of innards coiled around Miranda’s throat, choking her until she was forced to open her mouth. The gut promptly shoved past her lips and into her throat. Miranda gagged, both from the girth and the taste. Her eyes squinted, stinging tears welling up and rolling down her cheeks as the intestine squirmed deeper into her body. It drew back slightly before plunging forward again, brutally fucking her face. She struggled within the grip of the guts, trying to pull back from the Big Man but unable to plant her feet firmly enough to do so. She managed to break a hand free and brought it up to her face, clenching her fingers around the intestine hammering its way towards her stomach. The thick blood and stomach juices covering the innards made it hard for her to get a solid grip. Instead of pulling the offending appendage free, she only managed to jerk it off.

Miranda’s face reddened, both from the shame of her violation and the difficulty she had breathing around the squirming tendril of flesh. She could feel it in her stomach, sloshing through the humid sac of tissue on its way towards her digestive tract. The progress of the length of intestine could be seen as it forced her belly to bulge out against her tight-fitting bodysuit. Her abdomen became a coiled maze of twists and turns as the Big Man fucked his way through Miranda’s body even as he tugged her ever closer to the gaping maw of his massive belly. Miranda dug her teeth into the fleshy tissue, trying to chew through the gut but finding it too rubbery to make any real progress. She managed to bring her hands up, gripping either side of the Big Man’s body in a faltering attempt to halt her forward progress.

A choked groan worked its way up Miranda’s throat as her asshole was stretched from within. The seat of her bodysuit pushed outwards as the tip of the intestine emerged from her rear. The material stretched as the Big Man fucked his way from Miranda’s mouth to her ass with growing speed and force. Eventually, the suit gave way, splitting open and allowing the tendril to emerge. It waved about, making it look as if Miranda had suddenly sprouted a macabre tail. The intestine curled upwards, slipping into the crack of her ass and helping to pull her along towards her ultimate fate.

Horrified strain spread across Miranda’s face as her elbows were forced to bend. Her wide eyes stared into the Big Man’s belly as her face was covered in shadow. She could feel the damp heat wafting out of the maw and could already see a pool of powerful stomach acids waiting for her in the base of the creature’s belly. She hardly noticed as another length of intestine managed to creep down the front of her suit and tear it open, letting her full breasts spill free and dangle beneath her. The disgrace of her molestation paled in comparison to the very real certainty that she would soon suffer the pain of a rapid digestion.

The Big Man enjoyed thoroughly plundering Miranda from ass to mouth. The entirety of her body looked like a delicious meal to him. But the psychic urging from Psylocke encouraged him to move things along. With the woman’s head within his gut, he had more than enough of her to put an end to her once and for all. The fleshy flaps of his split open belly drew closed, pressing tightly around Miranda’s neck to create a seal solid enough to ensure only a small quantity of his digestive juices would escape. It made for an awkward feeling, but not an unpleasant one, as Miranda’s neck shifted slightly against the tight hole in the middle of his belly. A bubbling chuckle rolled up the back of the Big Man’s swollen throat as he allowed his body to do what it did naturally.

Given her genetically designed aesthetic perfection, it was shocking that it took a group of zombies so long to take notice of her flawlessly crated ass. Once they did, there was no stopping them from converging on the squirming woman. Her asshole remained thoroughly plugged with the length of intestine, but the split in her suit left her crotch fully defenseless. The zombies formed an impatient queue as they attempted to guide their throbbing members to the soft folds of her pussy. With her head trapped within the Big Man’s gut, face already drenched in sweat and feeling the sting of the juices that had spattered onto her cheeks, Miranda’s options for dealing with the new assault were limited, but she tried all the same. She managed to draw one leg up, plant her foot against the offending zombie’s abdomen, and kick out, sending him stumbling backwards. But even that minimal victory was incredibly short lived. The moment she knocked the first zombie away, a second took up position behind her and this time she couldn’t get her leg up in time to avoid having her cunt stuffed with eager undead cock.

The guts still inside the Big Man’s belly converged on Miranda’s head. They grouped together against the back of it and shoved her face into the growing pool of juices gathering in the pit of his abdomen. Pain exploded through Miranda as her flesh sizzled from the contact with the fluids. Bubbles of oxygen popped across the surface as the hiss of her digesting skin bored into her ears. Her agonized scream was muffled several times over between the intestine fucking her face, the puddle of digestive enzymes she was being pulled into, and the seal of flesh around her neck, but if it had been left unhindered, it would have been epic.

The flavor of Miranda’s dissolving meat inspired the Big Man’s stomach to produce greater quantities of acids. They practically rained over the woman’s head, sizzling into her scalp and rapidly eating away her hair. Her eyes exploded within her skull, ocular fluids gushing into the reddening pool of fluids. Her lips curled back and melted away, revealing her once perfect teeth as they decayed and wiggled loose from her jaw. Her body bucked wildly as her skull softened and caved in, digestive juices soaking and withering her brain. She unintentionally bucked back against her undead lover, cunt muscles clamping down with vice-like tightness as piss gushed from her crotch. As the last of Miranda’s head collapsed into a mushy pile of soft bone and liquid flesh, the seal around her neck snapped almost completely closed.

Miranda’s headless body sprang back from the Big Man. The intestine fucking its way through her retracted with lighting speed, pulling free of her ragged neck and slithering back into the obese creature’s gut. Miranda’s arms shot out, flapping wildly as her body reacted to her gruesome decapitation. She fell into the arms of the zombie dumping his sticky load into her pussy. He clutched her large tits as he rode out his climax before releasing her and letting her flop into a shuddering heap. The zombies who’d been waiting for a turn were quick to move over her, rolling her onto her back and spreading her out for a proper undead gangbang.

One cock slid easily into her blood-lubed throat hole. The zombie pumped into her, leaning forward to roughly grope her mountainous tits. Another dropped on top of her, sliding his member into her cleavage. A third lifted her still kicking legs up onto his shoulders and drove into her ass. The last two guided her twitching fingers around their shafts, forcing her dead hands to jerk them off. Trapped within the Big Man’s belly, the last of Miranda’s head finished digesting into an indecipherable pool of slop.

A volley of micro-missiles brought an abrupt end to the disturbing orgy. The explosions ripped the zombies – and Miranda’s remains – into charred chunks of gore. The Big Man turned towards the unexpected attack and an expression that almost looked like surprise spread across his face as he took in the sight of the hot pink mech. That expression disappeared as a second set of micro-missiles was fired into him, ripping his expansive body apart. With a look of grim fury on her face, D.Va guided her mech further onto the battlefield, surveying the abundance of targets in need of destroying.

“Alright, you ugly bastards,” she growled. “It’s payback time.”