Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 10

Author's Note: This will be the last chapter of the 'Seraphim Space Girls' series and I hope I got the ending right, ha, ha. I appreciate everyone's feedback, without it I probably wouldn't have finished the story so thank you. If you liked this series I encourage you to read my 'Angels Don't Fall in Love' series, it's a similar, more serious variation on a theme. I consider it better that 'Seraphim Girls' but ironically it seems to be less popular; it's funny how things go.

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Leanne weighed two heavy rifle magazine in each of her hands. She looked down at the laser rifle in front of her, intimidated by the size and complexity of the weapon. "Um, Reynami? Which magazine goes with this laser rifle?"

"Which rifle do you have? The RT Mark IV, the Ostrich 533 or the Barlow & Crane Automatic Model 4989?"

The girlish elf-soldier stared at the gun like an eight year old struggling to understand calculus. "Uh ... it's shiny. Does that help?"

"Stay focused, Leanne. Take the Barlow & Crane just in case we run into some CQB."

"See ... see what?"

"Not 'see'! Close quarter combat. Start using the space between your ears instead of the space between your legs, girl."

"Look who's talking!"

After flying through two galaxies at top speed, the Sarapatra had managed to make it into orbit around Bale II - Francine's stronghold. The Seraphim Space Girls prepared for battle, and battle required lots of weapons and armor. If only Leanne knew something about them; a simple laser pistol was all she was qualified to use.

Ania's tiny body sank under the weight of bandoliers filled with shotgun shells. Her armored leotard was spray painted black to make her look more intimidating.

Reynami stared at Ania with comic indifference. "... Well, look at that. I didn't know Baby Gap had a 'Le Femme Nikita' department. Leanne! Pick a gun and get moving!"

"Yes ma'am!" Her little arms struggled to lift some random laser rifle.

The door to the armory opened, Sister Margaret walked to a casual stop. There, she calmly said: "550."

"550 what?" Leanne asked.

"550 soldiers from earth, that's how many men I can muster to attack Bale II, you just have wait a few hours until they arrive."

"We can't wait hours!" Leanne shouted. "Merkhail is down there all alone with that little psycho hussy!"

"Three Seraphim Girls against a fortress surrounded by molten lava a good plan does not make," Margaret said derisively.

Leanne stabbed a finger at her. "That's sexist! You think we can't win because we're girls?"

"No, I think you can't win because you've been raped by everything in this universe but the stars. Face it, your track record doesn't promise a surprising denouement, you go down there and you'll return in buckets."

"We haven't been raped by EVERYTHING in the universe," Reynami snarled. "And don't use big words!"

Margaret coyly smiled. "I'm sorry Reynami, entre nous, I've always admired your vivacious lifestyle."

"Stop it!"

A bored Ania departed for the shuttle bay; her mind was already made up and it required no speech. Reynami followed her after grabbing an extra bandolier of laser magazines.

"I suppose you're going to join them, princess?" Margaret asked Leanne.

Trepidation made Leanne's breathing ragged and uneven. She didn't need to say she was scared, the debilitating sensation oozed from her pores like a noxious gas. Still, when she thought of Merkhail, all that fog of uncertainty cleared away.

"Good luck," Margaret said with a smile, as if she was reading Leanne's inner conflict like a book. "Go save Merkhail. You're the only one who can."

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The transport pod nearly melted upon entering the hot atmosphere of Bale II. The flight down was quite spectacular, geysers of lava spewed into the red sky over oceans of molten rock that billowed up and down like water. Leanne could barely see the landing platform through the thick waves of heat. When they landed, the 150 degree temperature rushed into her nose like barbarians at the gates, painfully expanding inside her lungs.

The girls traversed narrow roads of solid rock yet to be melted by all the lava. The electronic maps displayed on their visors guided the way, but they began to fizzle and malfunction after fifteen minutes of intense heat.

"Oh well," said Reynami, "We don't need maps, Francine's factory should be up ahead, we saw it from the sky."

Leanne unzipped and removed her leotard, carrying on in her underwear, not that it helped any; she was still sweating like a pig. "So hot! How much further?!"

"Stop whining," Ania said sharply, no doubt angry with the heat herself.

Reynmai said, "Just another quarter mile. Leanne, you should put your armor back on."

"Why?"

A hot ember from the lava flew into the air and landed on Leanne's butt, igniting the white cotton fabric of her panties. In seconds, the flames grew, turning her ass into a giant fireball.

"Eiaaahhh!" Leanne ran around in circles, her hands up in the air. "My panties are on fire! Help me!" She slapped her own ass over and over until the flames went out. Her butt cheeks glowed rosy red. "That was my favorite panty!" she sobbed.

"You can borrow mine," said Reynami, "Now put your armor back on!"

Leanne did so, stuffing her bare pussy into the leotard crotch. She looked ahead and found irony before her, all the frantic running had brought her into the shadow of Francine's factory. It was a dismal, archaic hunchback of a building with streaks of red rust painted down its buckling walls. Toxic exhaust fumes seeped out the roof, poisoning the already unhealthy air. Two doors of heavy steel awaited their attention.

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Inside was a dank, hollow place saturated in the copious aroma of molten metal. Loud machines melted and pounded iron ore into sellable bullion. Leanne's boots clicked against the steel plate floor and made noise that echoed all the way up to the rafters.

"... Does Francine know we're here?" Leanne asked.

"Who knows?" said Ania, her sweaty palms wrapped around her shotgun grip.

The deeper the girls went, the stranger things got. Miles of conveyer belts were static, chains hanging from cranes softly squeaked in the breeze. The soft glow of embers from dead furnaces painted the walls bright red.

Leanne pensively considered their situation. Francine was able to fool the entire earth government, how were three Seraphim Soldiers able to sneak into her home undetected?

"She's a stupid hybrid, that's why," said Reynami flatly.

"Evil hoochie ...," said Ania.

The factory's loudspeaker crackled and shrieked. From the white noise came Francine's girlish voice. "Come on Ania, I've been called FAR worse than that!"

The girls assumed defensive positions, wondering what kind of hell Francine was going to unleash upon them. The dark factory around them was quiet.

"Where is Merkhail?!" Leanne asked.

"In my room ... makin' babies with me! Ha, ha! Listen, Seraphim Sluts, I'm not in a good mood right now so I'm going to skip the super-villain speech and get right to killing you."

"What the hell does kidnapping Merkhail get you?!"

"Better question: what do YOU gain by freeing him? Suck the cum out of that, Princess! Oh wait, you got dumped, didn't you? You're just an ordinary elf peon now. Go home. Merkhail belongs to me."

Reynami rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out like she was going to gag. "Bleh! Never thought I'd say this but I feel bad for lieutenant tight-ass."

"My mother was human," Francine said, her low and serious voice changed the mood of the conversation. "She was a Seraphim Soldier like you – this was before Seraphim Girls were sterilized. She was attacked by a deep space monster too horrible for a name, she gave birth before she could have an abortion. My mother tried to kill me as soon as I was born and through nothing but cruel luck, I survived. My life didn't get any better after that, I disgusted people; they wanted to kill me, they wanted to put me out of my misery. Until I met Merkhail."

Leanne grudgingly admitted to some sympathy for her enemy, she began to understand where Francine was coming from and why she found Merkhail's supportive personality so intoxicating. But there was no time to meditate on that. All the doors leading to the factory barracks flung open at once, and dozens of dark, shambling workers emerged.

Francine ended with: "Be good girls and die slowly."

Leanne and her friends were surrounded on all sides by tall, humanoid creatures. They were Gadderoids: sophisticated and intelligent creatures with strong bodies and sharp minds. Had Francine not lobotomized them all, they might very well have helped the girls save Merkhail.

Their skin was dark blue, covered in viscous, purple sweat that dripped down their naked muscles like globs of grease. Shaggy black hair hung loosely over their faces and necks, necks that led downward to carved pecks, ripped abdomens and penises as thick as Leanne's wrist.

"W-What do we do?!" Leanne stammered.

"Shoot them," Ania told her.

"But its Francine's fault they're like this!"

"Won't stop them from killing us," said Reynami.

The closet creature reached out for Ania - she blew it to bloody pieces with her shotgun. The fight was on.

It went well at first, Leanne took aim, fired and reloaded her rifle in perfect harmony; the slow moving gadderoids were easy targets armed only with shovels and slow minds. Only when the ammo began to run out did the girls have problems.

"I need another fuel magazine!" Reynami shouted to Ania.

Ania reciprocated by tossing her the last one she had.

Blam! Blam!

Leanne hung on tight while she blasted the slimy, lobotomized confederates to bits. They were closing in all around her like zombies, fearless and determined. One grabbed the barrel of her rifle and tried to take it from her.

Blam!

She blew him away. Another grabbed her from behind, Leanne felt the disgusting girth of a penis press against her butt.

"Someone help me!" she said, her voice rising with concern.

The gadderoid started to dry hump her, it was all his jelly-brain would allow him to do: respond to basic urges. The greasy sweat his body produced rubbed against her armored leotard and much to her surprise, started to melt the material away.

"Get off me!" Leanne pushed her attacker away and found a hole in the butt of her uniform. "Eeekkk! Girls! Their sweat melts your armor!"

The girls fought on hand to hand without much success. Reynami ducked to avoid a flying shovel. Gadderoids surrounded her on all sides like zombies in a cheesy b-movie, grabbing at her with limp hands and clumsily ensnaring her.

Blam! Click!

Leanne was grabbed by two smelly gadderoids as soon as she ran out of ammo. The one behind her pinned her arms to her sides and humped her butt, the one in front humped the pillow that was her puffy sex-lips. They were too strong to fight off, their huge muscles flexed underneath their sweaty blue skin. Leanne's armor melted off like water washing away paint, exposing her chest, her stomach, her butt and finally her pussy. Instantly, a blue member squeezed past her labia and into her damp love tunnel. It happened by accident; the gadderoid was only dry humping her.

"AAAHHH - nnnggghhh!"

Her helpless body went limp the grasp of her attackers. A stiff meat-rod made its home deep inside her snatch, dragging against the wet grooves in her pink walls. Leanne's pussy was no stranger to company but no matter how much she protested it, her traitorous body always responded. Her cheeks flushed and her body shivered with the pain of ecstasy, oxytoxin flooded her brain and made her fall in love with what was happening. She couldn't think of anything else but her own satisfaction.

Her anus relaxed and allowed the gadderoid behind her to unintentionally slip into her ass. The dicks of both aliens rhythmically drilled her, their heads meeting each other deep inside of Leanne's body. Her eyes narrowed and her cheeks glowed red: her 'bitch-face'.

Elsewhere, Ania was being held upside down by the legs, the melted strands of her leotard dangling like strings. The bloated, slimy lips of a gadderoid kissed her exposed cunt, making the labia quiver. Thick saliva trickled into the crevasse of her white butt all the way to the rim of her ass where it was sucked in by the puckered hole. Two other monsters suckled Ania's tiny tits like babies, stretching them into long, taut cones.

Reynami was on her knees with her hands pinned behind her. A gadderoid brought her lips on and over his phallus, not that Reynami ever needed motivation to perform such an act. She looked quite surprised, her crossed eyes were transfixed on the thing's meat and how thick it looked inside her mouth.

Leanne was creamed from the front and behind, dark globs God-knew-what dripped out her pussy and ass together like sink water. She collapsed to the ground where she found another dick waiting for her attention. She surrendered submissively like she always did, she wrapped her creamy boobs around it and charmed the sperm out. A jet of cum blinded her.

Dozens of gadderoids wrapped her silky blond elf-hair around their cocks and masturbated all over her body, members of all sizes rammed into her mouth, cunt and ass without warning or consideration. Cum covered her body like a sticky blanket, dripping into every corner of her body.

"Eeewww! It smells gross!" She whimpered.

Reynami was on her back getting humped to the point of exhaustion in a puddle of cum. "Ah! Aaahhh! Nnnggghhh!"

The gadderoid pumped her faster. "Aaahhh! Not so fast! I'm going to – oh fuc – I ... AAAHHH!" She writhed against the floor like a worm.

Ania suffered the same fate, only with a different outcome. Leanne wiped the cum off of one eye and saw a gadderoid collapse onto the floor like a lifeless husk. They were all collapsing, one after the other, after blowing a load of jizz.

"... ayami!" Leanne tried to say with a mouth full of dick, "Isten to me, we eed to ake them cu – mmmuuuwww!" She choked on a wad of icky that clogged her throat.

"I know!" Reynami said. "Just keep fucking them until they cum and pass out!"

Leanne said, "Wha if we ass out irst?!"

"We're Seraphim Girls, we never pass out when screwing aliens! Remember our motto: We protect the universe with stout hearts and open legs!"

"It's 'open minds'," said Ania dryly.

"I know that! ... What did I say?"

Leanne sucked one dick after dick, running her tongue over the glans and kissing the sensitive tips. She watched their urethras contract and spit steaming cream into her face. She massaged the ball sack of a particularly stubborn gadderoid, running a gentle finger between its two rocks. She reached around and stuck her finger up its butt, trying to find his prostate. She found the small lump and poked at it, earning herself a load of cum so large it filled her cheeks and squirted out her nose.

Piles of passed out slaves surrounded the girls like casualties. Leanne was forced onto her hands and knees and taken from behind, the gadderoid held onto her hips and rode her like a horse. Leanne felt like a bitch in heat, she fell into the depths of submissive pleasure that saturated her brain with the fog of passion. Her tongue dangled from her mouth while she chanted: "Oh, more! More! Keep go – I'm going to cum! Ah! Just a little deeper! I'm going to – AAAHHH!"

Her pussy contracted and squeezed the semen out of her abusive lover, who passed out beside her. Without delay, another gadderoid flipped her onto her back, grabbed her sides and pumped into her. He shuddered for obvious reasons.

"You came inside!" Leanne ranted, "I can feel it – you made me dirty!" She was never much of a poet during this sort of thing.

Leanne's shapely, selfish body was spread eagle across the floor in all her naked glory, swimming in a pool of inch deep cum. She couldn't help but ponder the trick fate had played on her. She was a princess once, a noble lady who wore expensive clothes and ate fancy foods. Now she was like a whore, her chest heaving in sexual fatigue and pussy squirting out cum from dozens of partners.

Reynami dragged her exhausted body across the floor and grabbed Leanne's right hand like a reassuring parent. Ania did the same with the left. All three girls smiled through the cum on their faces as the last of Francine's slaves ejaculated and fainted.

Francine's voice cut through the air like the bell in a boxing match: "Having fun Seraphim Sluts? Fucked enough of my slaves yet?"

Indeed Leanne's uterus was swollen with so much spunk it was close to exploding. But at least they were free, or so she thought.

Doors all over the factory began to open. Leanne, Reynami and Ania all watched in horror as more lobotomized gadderoids surrounded them. Leanne must have serviced fifty dicks already, how was she going to handle a hundred more?

Francine gleefully explained, "My slaves haven't had sex in a very long time. Be gentle with them would you? Oh, who am I kidding? Try not to drown in their cum!"

A gadderoid spread Leanne's legs apart. Her bruised cunt ate the entire length of his fuck-stick.

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Thanks to Francine's poisonous tongue, Merkhail found himself trapped in her bed under the threat of violent illness at least. Francine jumped up and down on the mattress like a little girl, watching the Seraphim Girls get screwed on her television. She had security cameras all over the factory as a way to make sure her slaves were doing their jobs, now they were satisfying her voyeuristic pleasure.

"Cum on her!" She yelled like she were watching a sports game. "Yeah! Ania is such a cute little bitch when she orgasms. Why isn't anyone tit-fucking Reynami?! Whoops, looks like Princess Leanne pissed her royal-self."

There were precious little options for Merkhail to consider. He had to do something, he wasn't going to watch the women he cared for get abused all day.

"I'll adopt you," he said abruptly.

Francine cautiously looked back at him like she wasn't sure what she heard.

"I'll adopt you," he said again, "That's what you want right? A dad? Your real dad was some mindless alien and your mom tried to kill you the moment you were born."

Francine showed Merkhail the grotesque talons that were her hands. "Wouldn't you try to kill me too?"

"No, I don't think like that. You know, most people find aliens disgusting. I don't, I'd rather live in a world with things that I don't understand than a world where everything is explained. The Seraphim Girls think the same way, that's why nothing scares them. We can be your family - we can take care of you, just let them go. Please."

Francine took a moment. "... And what if I say no?"

A long and evil smile spread across Merkhail's face. "Easy. Leanne's going to kick your ass."

The power to their bedroom went out, dropping a curtain of darkness. The warm glow of lava outside the window illuminated Francine's snarling features.

"Security!" She yelled into her phone. "What happened to the power? Security?! You better not be beating off on duty!"

Power was restored. The televisions Francine used to watch the Serpahim Girls get gang raped were all showing an image of Sister Margaret's angry face. "Hello Francine," she said curtly.

Francine was too shocked for words, so Margaret commanded the conversation. "At this very moment, soldiers from Earth are storming into your factory. It won't be long until they find you and place you under arrest. Impersonating an officer is a serious crime. Kidnapping one is worse."

Francine's tongue lashed out, cracking one of the monitors. Margaret's face didn't flinch. "I'll kill Merkhail if you so much as look at me wrong!"

"I was expecting to hear something like that. But you forget that I have three highly trained operatives in place to stop you."