DOOM I (2/3) (sf, mf, violence)
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DOOM: EPISODE ONE, KNEE DEEP AND FALLING FAST
by MST Periwinkle
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Strapped in. Red glow all through the cabin. Red
bulbs behind metal grill cages. Final systems check.
Suspended in orbit too high above the rocky moon Demos.
Vinn giving quick, final orders to the pilot. The drop ship
nearing the point.
A click in the cabin. Metal sliding over metal. Vinn
shoots a glance at Chris. "Stow that damn thing, Chris!"
he shouted over the roar of the craft's engines. Stupid
idiot was loading and pumping a shotgun, going through some
damn nineteen-year-old routine to ward off fear, well, I'll
give him something to be afraid of, by God...
Green light. Go.
The initial accelartion is always the worst. You can
simulate it, you can even do it eighteen times, but you
can't ever totally steel yourself for the sickening downward
lurch. You have a good sixty or seventy seconds of bone-
crushing acceleration, time to wonder if you're gong to keep
falling, plow down into the surface and make a nice little
crater. Then the retros kick in, the descent slows, and you
have two minutes before touchdown. And hell. Two minutes
to sometimes wonder if it wouldn't save everyone a lot of
time and trouble to simply take that plunge...
Vinn looked around the cabin. Chris had stored his
quasi-legal sidearm and was giving a fairly convincing
performance of the non-chalant combat veteran. Lisa was
going over the initial deployment routine in her head, her
hands silently weaving in front of her, finding invisible
cover, spreading imaginary cover fire. She was, however,
constantly glancing at Chris. Vinn smelled trouble.
Shelly was looking at Vinn when he finally turned her
way. They stared at each other's eyes for long seconds.
Vinn: if only this were some kind of cruise, somewhere else.
Shelly just stares. Vinn, dammit, you're falling for her.
Shelly did, as it turns out, hear Vinn last night. She
was on her way from the gym to the lounge, giving Lisa and
Chris a few hours of privacy, when she overheard some very
exciting grunts coming from Vinn's quarters. She had smiled
to herself, and was about to go about her business, when she
heard him softly moan "Michelle."
That, she thought, was justification for a little
eavesdropping. She turned it on, all the way on. Even
through the metal plating of the ship's walls, she could
focus and make out his groans, the bed moving beneath his
large frame, the friction of his strong hands wrapped
tightly around his cock. An audio-voyeuristic fantasy took
hold of her, and she found herself getting caught up in the
mood. As Vinn grunted and moaned, she found herself swaying
back and forth. She was wearing a tight fitting grey t-
shirt with no sleeves and matching shorts that were
beginning to grow damp. She leaned up against the wall,
turning so her back rested against it. She closed her eyes,
His rhythm was quickening. She imagined him standing
before her. His gorgeous, hypnotic eyes piercing her,
pinning her to the wall. Then she was free, free to fall to
her knees in front of his suddenly naked body. Nudity was
common, no big deal in the service, but his body was
something else. His huge erection filled the corridor, more
than she could believe. She wanted it inside her.
She brushed her lips along the head of his cock,
teasing him. She nuzzled forward, using her nose to massage
the soft skin where his thigh joined his balls. She inhaled
deeply, drinking in the warm scent. Wrapping one arm around
his leg to grab his amazing ass, her other arm went north.
She scraped long fingernails down his stomach, etching red
marks into his ribbed mucles. Somewhere far away Shelly
smiled, because she hadn't had decent nails for three years.
As her hand found his erect penis, her mouth shifted,
opened, swallowed in a ball. She stroked him with her
hands, almost not even touching the skin, as her tounge
probed and licked, rolling him around inside her mouth. He
groaned out loud, for real, matching her fantasy perfectly.
She backed off, looked up at him, and was rewarded with
a tender look that must have come from someone else. Vinn
was always the stern commander, hard core bullshit, and
wouldn't even talk to her about anything normal. But this
face, giving her the look she's longed for...
She lunged forward, plunging his hard cock into her
mouth, forgetting all attempts at tenderness. You want it
hard core, you're getting it hard core. She sucked
fiercely, pulling at the skin on his penis, painful. She
grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and squeezed as
hard as she could, feeling the interior of his body press
together, shift. A spasm went through his body. She bit on
his head, not to draw blood, but definitely to cause pain.
Her other hand reached around him, a finger shot into his
asshole. She pushed it harder, farther, and sucked more and
"You jack off grunting my name, but everytime I try to
be nice to you you freak and run!" she shouted at her lover,
his cock still in her mouth. "Damn you, Vinn!"
He came, she heard, just then.
As his breathing gradually slowed, she leaned back
farther against the wall. She sat on the floor and listened
to him drift off to sleep. Then she gathered herself, got
up, and went to bed.
But now is morning. And now is falling to Demos. And
now is staring into those eyes, those blue eyes, and
desperately hoping that Vinn doesn't use them to stare right
through the flirting to the growing passion within.
He looked away.
"Okay, people, we got a job to do. I've gone over the
weather conditions with the pilot, and we're going to go for
the east entrance to the compound. So that means Chris and
Shelly give me cover on the initial penetration, Lisa hangs
back with the rocket launcher to look for trouble."
The dropship suddenly broke through the clouds, hung
above the compound for a moment, and then dove for the
eastern landing grid. The red crags and hills of Demos
They landed. In less than twenty seconds, they were
off the ship, inside, and in a defensive posture. The craft
was airbourne, with orders to refuel and return for the evac
of the survivors.
Looking around, the Search and Rescue team thought it
should probably not bother.
* * * * *
Okay, now this is getting on my nerves, Chris thought.
He was backing up Vinn, behind and to the right. He kept
slipping on the red-black pools that covered the floor. He
could feel small bones crunch under his feet every now and
then, and he knew that they used to be much larger. Tibia,
fibia, femur, thigh bone is connected to the hip bone, well
at least it was before whatever happened had happened.
Two and a half months ago, this science station had
sent a distress signal to Earth. Then nothing. A marine
unit left immediately, this rescue squad sent after as part
of the standard operating procedure for a bug hunt.
They had encountered resistance already. Goons with
guns, but examining the bodies had revealed that their own
troops were firing on them. What could coerce marines into
firing on their own? None could be taken alive, and the
whole squad was shaken up about being forced to kill fellow
And the lights in this damn place! Backup generators
must be running the show, because most of the lights, if
working, were sporadic at best. Every so often a computer
screen would suddenly come to life, display some
unintelligible gibberish, and blank out again.
Vinn held up a hand, fist closed. They all stopped,
silent. Vinn glanced left and right down the corridor in
front of them. His fist dropped suddenly. They fell into a
crouch, weapons ready.
"Shelly, dammit, do you hear anything?" Vinn tensely
"Okay, this corridor opens into a very large room. I'm
seeing some movement, but I can't place it. Let's go for
full burn. Lisa, light it up."
Lisa stood behind them, thumbed off the safety on the
rocket launcher, and sent wave after wave of fiery death
down the corridor. The others sprinted after the rockets,
bursting into the room ahead just after the explosions.
They entered right, did it perfectly, each covering the
other, each spraying bullets through the room in deadly,
tightly controlled arcs. Not enough.
Because they had run into nightmare.
Brown, hairy demons with bone white horns at elbows, at
knees, at temples. Fangs, gnashing in pain and outrage as
bullets whizzed through the room.
Hideous humanoid behomeths rushed out of the shadows,
naked, pink flesh bulging with unnatural muscle, too large
testicles hanging beneath them.
Coordinating the attack, a large figure stood at the
rear of the room. Vinn recognized it. The minotaur.
They were frozen with fear, half turned back the way
they had come, only to see the hatch slide shut behind them.
A quick glimpse back down the corridor, dark shapes all
around Lisa, her rocket launcher useless at the close range.
The hatch slid home.
As the monsters approached, a silent second passed.
The team glanced at each other. Looking down to check the
bullet count on his automatic, Vinn quietly noted, "Well,
fuck, they didn't have chain guns in Crete."
"Heard that, mother fucker," from Chris, dropping his
depleted chain gun and pumping the *Equalizer*, his
"Lets rock!" As Shelly slid along the wall to her left
(footsteps louder), she dropped her own automatic
(breathing, heavy, isitmenoitsthem) to pull a nozzle out
from a pack on her back . A short hose connected it to the
backpack, and a hum filled the air around her as she
switched it on. Too late, pain ripped through her body as
the claws of a nasty penetrate her armor and find her
stomach. She pulled the trigger. Blue white light flashed
in front of her, horrible inhuman eyes light up in pain, in
shock as the plasma rifle sent energy pulsing through the
creatures body. She was close enough to smell the burn of
inhuman flesh and hair. The creature literally hung in
front of her for a second, suspended by the force of the
weapon, before exploding. Hot, foul smelling putrefication
pours down upon her, covering her in a nauseating film. She
ignores it, swinging the arc of energy around to catch
She can't see Chris, but she hears him yelling
obscenities at the creatures, offering creative sexual
pleasures with his shotgun.
She sees Vinn pouring round after round into the giant,
the horned god with goat hooves in the center of the room.
It holds balls of green fire in its hands, seeming to summon
them from some firery netherworld before hurling them at
hapless Vinn. She sees Vinn dodging and sliding, somehow
managing to be continually just out of reach of the
sprauling horrors, somehow making the minotaur miss as it
hurls fireball after fireball.
Business at hand, dammit. Another demon slid under her
zone of fire as she was watcing Vinn. Too close, it hits
her. She feels pain and then nothing in her left arm. Her
good hand swings the barrel up, pulls the trigger, nothing.
Empty. The monster had backed off, meaning to sneak in and
sneak back out of her deadly fire, but now it steadily
advanced, yelling in some horrific languange that was one-
part howl and one-part rage. She retreated, bumped into her
chain gun lying on the floor. Dove for it as the creature
attacked. She rolled to the right, bringing the gun to bear
on the spot where she was standing a moment before, now
occupied by the nasty. "Bang, you're dead." It was.
She breathed deeply, knowing that she was nearly out of
ammo. She stood, spinning around to face the next horror.
She was surprised to see that the only enemy left standing
in the room is the giant minotaur. It was bleeding
profusely, a sick looking green slime that glows in the
room's dim light.
As it turned to flee from Vinn, it turned straight at
her. It launched a fireball.
Shelly's world turned green, then red.
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