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"We need to pull back!" Paul Heinlein yelled.
Damn, was there no end to them?
Physically the twitchers weren't that intimidating. They were slightly shorter than the average man and not much faster or stronger. They only possessed a rudimentary intelligence, enough to wield simple blades or clubs. In the days since the town of Carmel had been pulled into hell-space Heinlein had gunned down dozens of them.
What was terrifying about the twitchers was their ferocity and complete lack of self-preservation. They kept coming. It didn't matter what you did.
You could blow the head off the first twitcher and splatter his brain matter over the ones behind them. They didn't stop. They didn't pause to look at their fallen comrade. They didn't blink as bits of brain and blood splashed their faces. They didn't even flinch as the next shot took off their arm.
They. Just. Kept. Coming.
The survivors of the overlay had inflicted horrendous casualties on the marauding twitchers, but there didn't seem to be any end to their numbers. Every night the people of Carmel heard the screams as more of their fellows were dragged off into the darkness. Every morning Heinlein saw fewer grimy faces at role call.
They had to give up the supermarket and pull back to a more defensible position. The men of Carmel had the advantage of guns, but unlike Heinlein they weren't trained soldiers. A lot of their shots were wide and their nerve was fragile. What should have been a morale boost became a source of horror as the men shot down the enemy by the dozen only to see the remaining twitchers bound over the bodies and keep charging.
They were going to be overrun.
"Pull back!" Heinlein yelled.
"But the food," Verhoeven called back.
"Doesn't matter if we're dead!" Heinlein responded.
Out on the flank a twitcher broke through the line and smashed off a man's jaw in a spray of blood and teeth. The two men standing next to it stood frozen in horror. Their pause gave the horror chance to turn and smash its club into the face of the next man. The other man finally broke his paralysis, but then panicked and emptied an entire clip into the twitcher. They didn't have the ammunition to spare for that kind of overkill.
Out on the other flank Heinlein heard screams for help. A ginger-haired man scrabbled at the ground with bloodied arms as two twitchers grabbed a leg each and dragged him away into the darkness.
Heinlein didn't even know his name. Heinlein's military career had ended in Iraq when a piece of shrapnel had ripped half his face off. It had left him with a disfiguring scar on his left cheek. The townsfolk were polite about it, but he knew his appearance intimidated them. They kept their distance.
"Pull back to the plaza!" Heinlein yelled. It was the small shopping centre where they'd been sheltering the injured and children. It had a large central space and a few easily defensible entrances. "Two man teams, cover each other's back."
They had to hold their nerve.
On his right a twitcher dropped down from a pile of crates. One of the retreating men stared at it in horror, before turning tail and running in terror. The man in front of him was left exposed.
"No! Cover each other!" Heinlein yelled.
He shot the twitcher, spraying its blood across the crates. The retreat was in danger of becoming a rout and if that happened they were going to get slaughtered.
The front man looked back and three twitchers jumped over his cover. Heinlein shot one, but couldn't stop the man vanishing beneath a hail of lashing arms.
"Heinlein!" Verhoeven yelled.
Heinlein turned to see a twitcher crouched on a pile of boxes in front of him. Mad glittering black eyes stared back at him. Like all the twitchers it had a small wrinkled black face. There was no nose, only the flat slits of nostrils in the centre of its pushed in face. Drool ran from a mouth filled with uneven little pointed teeth. The face looked like it belonged to a demented little monkey.
The head twitched, vibrating in that sharp twisting motion that had given the twitchers their name. The movement looked more insect than animal.
Heinlein absorbed all this in a second before lifting up his shotgun and firing. The twitcher's head exploded like a ripe melon.
Movement flashed behind him.
Heinlein turned, but a fraction too slowly. A blunt object crashed into the back of his head and the world went dark.
"It's still me. I'm still the same person inside."
"I'm sorry, I know, I know. But I can't. I'm sorry Paul. I can't. Forgive me."
"It's still me."
Heinlein was surprised when he woke up. When the world had gone black he'd thought that was it, game over, the end.
He was outside Carmel. He stared down at a barren ground covered in veins of rock and dust. Sometimes the veins would pulse as if they were alive. Heinlein would have put it down to a trick of his imagination, but this was hell-space, minor weirdness like this happened all the time.
Heinlein was moving. Two twitchers had an arm each and were dragging him. His head was slumped forward and his ankles dragged limply along the floor. His hair fell across his face and felt matted, probably with his own blood.
Heinlein had spent most of his life as a professional soldier and despite his injury was still close to peak physical condition. The twitchers were a little shorter than an average man and while they possessed a wiry strength, they still only had a slight build. Heinlein thought there was a chance he could overpower the two of them.
But not just yet. . His head still felt woozy. He might have a concussion. No point trying to fight them in this condition. He'd only fall over and look ridiculous.
He had to pause, assess his injuries and gather his strength. He had to try and work out how many twitchers were around him. Were there just the two carrying him or were there others?
Did they know he was still alive? Was he a prisoner or was his body just food to be dragged off to some larder?
Should he bide his time and wait to see where they were taking him? If he waited too long he might find escape become impossible as the twitchers took him into the heart of their stronghold.
He wondered what had happened to the others. They must have lost the supermarket. He hoped Verhoeven had managed to shepherd enough of the men back to the plaza. Verhoeven wasn't military, but he'd worked in Carmel's fire service before the catastrophe and had a solid head on his shoulders.
It was still grim. Grim enough for Heinlein to gamble on biding his time until the twitchers took him to wherever they were going. Maybe he could inflict real damage at the heart of their lair.
The twitchers continued to drag Heinlein across the barren terrain.
It was day, or at least whatever passed for day in hell-space. The sky never got brighter than a deep brownish-red.
"You were lucky to get discharged when you did," Robert Cameron said one night. He was on leave and had come over to share a few beers with Heinlein.
Heinlein said nothing. He was fairly certain being left with a face like the Frankenstein's monster's ugly kid brother in no way qualified as 'lucky'.
"They're finding whole new levels of shit-hole to post the grunts now," Cameron continued.
Fucking politicians, Heinlein thought. Always getting others killed to clear up their messes.
"Where?" he asked. "Africa?"
"Further," Cameron replied. "Much further." He looked down at his beer. "Look I'm not supposed to say anything but..."
At first Heinlein thought Cameron was yanking his chain when he started telling crazy stories about scientists figuring out how to open a doorway into a dimension adjacent to ours, but then he saw the expression on his friend's face. He was sane, serious and the experience had scarred him deeply.
"Makes Iraq look like paradise," Cameron replied, taking a long chug from his can. "They tell you it's just unusual predators, their equivalent of lions and bears, but I ain't ever seen a lion or bear show as much relish in taking a man to pieces as these horrors.
"I've seen men, good men, deliberately mutilate themselves in order to avoid being sent back."
"Jesus," Heinlein whistled.
"The scientists don't know what this place is. Some think it's a parallel universe, others think it's some kind of manifestation of the collective human psyche. Personally I think they found a way to open a door right into hell itself."
Was that what had happed to Carmel? Had some egghead pressed the wrong button somewhere and sucked the whole town into hell. One morning the inhabitants of Carmel had woken up and found themselves in hell-space. He wondered if the same fate had befallen the entire world.
Heinlein didn't know. The twitchers had begun attacking soon after and all his energies had been devoted to trying to keep himself and the other survivors alive.
The ground started to lean downwards and Heinlein stared ahead through the bloodied strands of his hair. The twitchers were taking him downwards into some kind of cave or giant burrow.
Was this their lair?
The twitchers stopped and talked to each other in a series of glottal grunts and clicking sounds. They looked humanoid and had the faces of crazed little monkeys, but their movements -- all stop-start twitches -- put Heinlein in mind of insects.
The twitchers took him down through a series of tunnels and into a large underground cavern. What was this place, Heinlein thought? The walls looked too smooth to be rock and they shone with a soft hue somewhere between pink and cream. It looked organic, like the mother-of-pearl interior of an oyster shell. The floor of the cavern was even shaped a little like the inside of a shell. It was smooth and curved down into a central depression.
There, lounging in the centre of the cavern, sat an unholy hybrid of beauty and obscenity.
It was a hell-space demon with the top half of a beautiful naked girl and the bottom half of a pink slug, or maybe a fat eel. She sat on a bed of her own writhing coils and stared at Heinlein with a smile filled with sultry menace.
"So you're the one who's been killing so many of my children," she said in a musical voice filled with strange tones and harmonies.
"And you're the bitch who's been eating all the folk of Carmel," Heinlein growled back.
The twitchers on either side of him chittered angrily and forced him down to his knees with sharp kicks to the back of his legs.
Insects. Like ants.
They were the ants and she was their queen.
That made things easy. All he had to do was get close enough to wrap his hands around that slender throat.
"So hostile," the demon said. "I only wish to show your people love."
She rose up and opened her arms. Purplish-pink hair cascaded down onto her shoulders. Two long horns grew out from the side of her head. They were adorned with glittering gold chains and jewelled hoops.
Heinlein felt a tugging motion behind his back and realised one of the twitchers had pulled out a knife and was sawing through the remnants of his clothes. A few savage tugs and Heinlein's clothes were ripped off his body.
The demon looked at him and slowly licked her full lips.
The two twitchers shoved him and Heinlein tumbled over the lip and into the depression. The surface was so smooth he slipped and slid straight down to where the demon waited at the centre. His feet came up against something soft and slick that both gave and pulsed with liquid movement.
He tried to jump to his feet, but before he could a thick flexible tail slithered around his body and wrapped him in a slimy embrace. Despite his struggles Heinlein was forced off his feet and into the heart of the squirming coils. Her flesh -- slick and soft -- moved above, below and around him. The air was thick with her scent, a musky odour like the aftermath of sex.
Heinlein continued to struggle as her coils forced his legs apart and his arms out in a cruciform pose. She held him immobilised on a bed of her own soft body. Heinlein watched as her upper body rose up between his outstretched legs.
"I don't eat your people," she said. "I love them."
Her body rose higher, changing from the slim upper body of a beautiful girl to the soft lower body of a slug or grub. A long vertical slit with fleshy lips opened up in the centre of her swollen reddish-pink flesh, dripping with juices. The pungent smell of sex grew stronger.
She pushed her soft lower body forward and ground it against Heinlein's crotch. His cock and balls were soaked in her warm juices.
Was she trying to fuck him?
Heinlein felt no arousal, only disgust. He struggled against her coils. Her body was soft, but there was so much of it. It was like being held down by heavy bags full of water.
"Oh I see," she said running her slender hand through his balls and along his cock. "You're not used to love, or pleasure."
Heinlein thrashed his head to one side as she ran another hand against the disfiguring scar on his face.
"Don't touch me!" Heinlein snarled.
"You do so much for them and they see only the freak."
It wasn't like that.
An image jumped unbidden into his mind. It was one of the survivors, a pretty girl, recoiling from him in horror, her face filled with revulsion. She apologised immediately. He'd startled her. They were always apologetic, but Heinlein never forgot the naked disgust he saw on their faces when their guard was down.
It wasn't like that.
"All this... mmm... lovely body, but they never look past the face." She ran her hands across the solid muscle of his chest.
Heinlein squirmed at the touch.
"I know how it feels," she said, rearing up and running her hands up her body to cup her full breasts. "Is this face not beautiful? Are these breasts not beautiful? But they see only the monster. We are both beautiful freaks."
"I'm nothing like you!" Heinlein snarled. He thrashed his body and felt the coils tighten around him. A soft fold gripped the back of his head, holding it motionless.
The girl laid her upper body across him so her breasts rested on his chest. She gently caressed his sides with her hands.
"I'm not like them," she murmured through soft lips. "I won't flinch. I won't turn away in disgust."
She lightly kissed the twisted scar on Heinlein's cheek.
"I will only love you."
She touched her soft lips against Heinlein's and began to kiss him.
"How long has it been since a woman held you like this?" the girl whispered.
Too long, Heinlein thought.
He felt an involuntary stirring in his crotch. The thick fleshy lips of her pussy sensed his increasing arousal and began to gently stroke his stiffening cock.
"That's it, feel my love," she whispered.
She's not a woman.
Too late. The demon gently guided his building erection between the plush lips of her vagina. Muscular contractions pulled it deeper into a tight channel and began to throb along its length.
"Yes," she sighed, breaking the embrace and sitting upright. Her lower body pushed down against him, drawing his cock deep inside the soft sac of her body.
What the fuck was he doing?
What the fuck was he doing with his cock in that loathsome body!
The demon closed her eyes in bliss. Her soft body undulated beneath him like a waterbed. His legs were pushed further apart as the sac of her body swelled up. The demon sighed as her body suddenly contracted. A frothy wave of juices gushed out of her vagina and splattered over both of their bellies. The air was filled with the pungent tang of her sex. Against the wishes of his mind Heinlein's body remained aroused.
Her thick fleshy labia folded inwards, pulling his cock deeper into the fleshy centre of her body. Soft muscular walls surrounded his cock like thick cushions and began to gently squeeze.
Waves of contraction ran through her body as she rose and fell on Heinlein, smearing more of her juices across his stomach. Within her his cock was completely slathered as it slid back and forth against her tight cushioned walls.
"Yes, doesn't that feel nice," she murmured. Soft liquid sounds came from her body as it pushed against his.
It was more than nice, Heinlein thought. The gentle throbbing contractions were squeezing and sucking on his cock and steadily taking him to the point he might actually cum inside the horror.
Her soft body squelched against his, coming away with sticky strands of mucus with every up and down motion. Deep within her pussy glands squirted more of her lubricating juices over his cock.
He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside her loathsome body. He felt his body grow tense within her coils
She sensed he was approaching orgasm and the undulating contractions increased in strength and frequency. The thick cushioned walls of her vagina squeezed down on his cock and throbbed along its length.
"Don't fight it, you've denied your body for so long," she sighed.
Heinlein trembled, taut as a wire. He was helpless as her vagina relentlessly throbbed his body to orgasm.
He couldn't hold on. He was going to cum.
She forced her body down on him. Powerful muscles gripped his cock and began to suck. Heinlein moaned through gritted teeth as he exploded within her in a shuddering orgasm that went on and on, stoked by the powerful pumping action of her vagina as she milked his spurting cock.
Afterwards Heinlein lay back on the soft bed of her coils. His body felt weak and floppy as if all the tension had been drained from it. It had been so long.
The demon lifted her soft body up off of him and his shrinking cock flopped out of her pussy in a puddle of their mixed juices.
What had he done?
The stink of the aftermath of their sex was all around him. Guilt flooded through Heinlein like a tide. How many of those monsters had he just fathered? How many twitchers had his burst of sperm brought into the world? He had to kill her.
The demon's eyes closed in ecstasy as a series of powerful undulations ran through her soft body. Heinlein was pitched around within her coils. He heard sounds from within her -- soft squishes and gurgles -- as the organic machinery of her body came to life.
It was starting he realised in horror. His sperm had given her the fuel to power the egg laying factory of her body.
"I'll kill them all," he said. "All the horrors you've forced me to father."
"You misread my intentions lover. My body is reading the secrets of your body from your seed. It is learning how to love you better."
The slippery coils of the demon squirmed around his body, bringing his legs back together. The demon moaned in pleasure. Her vagina gaped and Heinlein's nostrils were once again assailed by the organic musk of her sex as slippery juices gushed out onto his legs.
The demon moved backwards and her tail coiled around his ankles, bringing his feet together. They lay against the thick fleshy labia of her pussy. Heinlein watched in horror as the labia of her pussy gaped wide and then came together on either side of his feet. She gave an orgasmic sigh as the soft lips gripped his feet and pulled them inside her.
No, not like this. God no.
Heinlein thrashed harder. She squeezed back with her soft coils, pinioning his arms against his sides and holding him immobile. Her labia gaped open wider and her coils fed his body a little deeper into hers. His feet were enveloped by the soft warm muscles of her vagina.
Her vagina slowly gulped down his body. Soft, but powerful muscles seized his ankles and another contraction swallowed his body a little deeper inside her. Her soft pussy lips wrapped around his calf muscles and gently pulled.
God no. Not like this.
Heinlein was powerless to resist as her body pulled his into the muscular channel of her vagina with steady contractions.