I don’t remember much about my time in the genestealer cult. I’d rather not remember. Every so often I get flashes of what happened there. Naked, cold, and afraid, they had me bound in chains with others from my transport. They’d intercepted it and taken us to a vessel of their own, one by one introducing us to the Purii they had onboard. Hunched over and scuttling about their vessel, second generation hybrids busied themselves around me while third generation, almost human looking mutants watched me with a sickening hunger in my cell as I sat naked and afraid, huddled with other captors who had been aboard with me.
One by one, regardless of gender, my former cohorts were dragged away. It was a numbers game; each time a person was removed from one of the holding cells meant I was all the closer to getting my turn. Finally, regretfully, I was taken away by a Maelignaci’s sharp talons. It dragged me by the wrist and pierced my skin unwittingly beneath its strength and at the time I could’ve sworn it was going to break something. The alien’s flesh was mauve, leathery and as rough as sandpaper and had a sharp metallic stench to its breath unlike anything I’d experienced before.
As I was taken through hallway after winding hallway, through elevators and security stations I begged and pleaded with futility. They probably didn’t understand what I was saying anyway, or my words fell on ears deafened by the barking commands of their hive mind. Finally, I arrived in a grand space where the unconscious human bodies of the crew aboard my ship lay in rows, ready to be taken off the ship and sent to fertile worlds to breed more of these monsters and subvert their societies. They spread like a virus, using a host to replicate themselves as they were unable to do so left to themselves. There was a beauty in its basest lack of sophistication, but a frightening effectiveness in that simplicity. In the centre of the room atop a dais was a Purii, the final stage of their cycle that was the purest version of the genestealers. The purii would infect people who would go on to infect more and more, the initial purii becoming the master of their own hive.
I lay before it paralysed with fear and it leaned towards me, muttering something that I couldn’t decipher with clicks and hisses. Again, that putrid metallic stench blew from its mouth like something between the sickly sweet smell of a fresh corpse mixed with rusting metal. At this point, there was a distant rumble and the ship shook beneath me. Panic set into the genestelers and many of them began to scramble to eject their freshly infected victims from the ship towards new worlds. The Purii didn’t seem too bothered. It had done what it set out to do, and it intended to finish with me. Its whip-like tongue reached out of its mouth towards my own which I immediately clamped shut. I could feel it probing my lips and attempting to push them open but it was too strong for me, sliding in with ease. It didn’t even try to push past my teeth, it put practice into practicality and simply went around the back of my mouth and pushed open my jaws from there. There was a gritty, chunky sensation entering my body and then nothing.
I awoke to completely unfamiliar surroundings. As the cogs of my mind started to whirr back into life I looked around. My body felt weak, numb. Startled, I checked it was all still there. Thankfully everything was intact but moving was difficult. I wanted to call out to someone – anyone, but my voice had left me. While the words sounded out in my head, nothing came from my mouth. Just what had happened to me? There was nothing more I could do but lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling. The ambient noises around me told me this was a ship. The colour and layout of the room and everything in it told me that I was at least in the hands of humans, and it seemed in a decent state so they weren’t scavengers. There was even a window that looked into the corridor outside, not that anyone was passing by.
With nothing else to glean, my thoughts turned back to my body. I felt an overwhelming itch, more a craving to be bred. I’d been taught that this was how the genestealers operated, but I’d never thought I would actually run into them, and never had I expected to be taken by them. I had nothing left to do but close my eyes and wait and hope for the best. It took considerable mental fortitude, but I sank into a restless, haunted sleep.
A few hours later I awoke to the sounds of voices around me. A woman in a lab coat, and a rather stern looking man who towered over her. He looked around in slow calculative glances and sported a permanently furrowed brow. Dressed in a cloak adorned with the crests of his chapter I knew immediately what he was, and where I was. He was a marine, and by the looks of things he was the chapter master. By his side a sword hung in a decorative sheath. I figured it was mostly symbolic, but I hadn’t seen it pulled out yet.
“So yes, she’s stable. It’s a good thing we got to her as fast as we did. Her reproductive drive will be permanently… heightened, but any offspring she has will at least be human.” The doctor told him, giving him a look at the chart while she eyed me. People. They could breed me. I needed it so badly. All I could do was make mewling sounds as I wriggled around on the bed. It would be a little while yet before I could scratch that itch.
“Mentally she should be all there, but the cocktail of drugs will still be in her system. She’s weak, but give it a little time and she’ll come around.” The woman continued. The chapter master took a few steps closer, his shadowed eyes locked on mine and mine on his.
“I am Master Silbannacus. Since you’re not part of our order, I shall permit you to call me Silban. I understand you were part of a trade expedition?” He asked. His voice was deep and gravelly, a few steps away from being a growl. I couldn’t answer, but he knew that. “We saved a number of you, and destroyed a few others. Of the genestelers, none survived.”
Part of me wondered how many had made it out. I was lucky to still be alive, and even luckier to have been given the therapies needed to at least claim back my reproductive abilities. The other part of me just wanted to fuck. I pictured throwing off that robe of his and jumping right onto his cock, but my body wasn’t having any of it.
“Keep me informed on her progress. Send her to me when she’s ambulatory.” He grunted and left through the door, but I watched as he passed by the window again and dropped me a glance. The doctor stayed for a little while, tinkering with the machines monitoring me and keeping me alive. I couldn’t help but stare, watching her tits jiggle around in my face when she leaned over me. It was absolute torture. I could feel my pussy burning up, my nipples standing erect as I tried to rub them against the sheets covering me. I could barely groan in frustration but my body wanted to scream it out.
Once again, I awoke to an empty room. It’d been long enough now I assumed that I should have regained control of my body. Sure enough, with a tingling sensation as the blood now flowed properly, I was able to move. Finally I could eek out at least a little relief. Without hesitation I shuffled my hand over my thigh and onto my vagina which was already slick and puffy. Relief came instantly but satisfaction would have to be worked for. I didn’t just touch the clit, but every sensitive fold and flap of flesh in there as I rubbed my fingers up and down as fast as I could. It wasn’t long before my hips began to gyrate in rhythm, greedy for some semblance of contentment. Circling my clit over and over, dipping my fingers inside of myself to relubricate every so often, I got closer and closer to reaching my goal. Suddenly I heard the door opening and looked over to see the doctor once again entering the room, but I couldn’t stop. The human part of my mind said this was taboo, that I should stop and hide my actions but I just stared her in the eye and continued. My other hand reached for my breast and began tweaking a nipple as I masturbated furiously beneath the sheets, climaxing in full sight of the doctor as I mentally undressed her.
“Well.” She began, a little flustered. “It’s good to see you’re feeling better.”
I didn’t leave any break between her speaking when I said “Fuck me, please. I need it so bad.” What had the Genestealers done to me? What had I become?
“I’m not going to do that, and you should be careful who you ask. Your libido is still out of control, that’s what the snatcher-devils did to you. We can give you something to calm it down a little, but we’ve never found anything to permanently reverse the effects.” She told me. I was stuck like this, and I was furious. It felt like I was going to explode from this feeling of unsatisfaction, and when I came it still wasn’t enough.
The doctor got me to stand, to walk, tested my speech and balance. It seemed she wouldn’t stop probing my most basic abilities, but all I wanted to do was get out of there and find somebody who could actually help me. She provided me with a set of basic clothes they had spare and sent me on my way to meet with Master Silbannacus. Again, I found myself wandering though a strange ship, led by somebody who was taking me to their superior to be used for their own motives.
Guards were stationed outside of his quarters in huge bulking armour, their sigil painted right on their chest. Above them hung a banner that read ‘Hearts of iron! Nerves of steel!’ They both looked like they could really go to town on me, especially with the armour on. I wanted nothing more than them to hold me up and fuck me from both ends right then and there. They led me inside where Silban was waiting, still in his robes but lounging on a long semi-circular sofa before which a circular glass table sat with various documents scattered about it.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” He began. I could feel his gaze eyeing me up and down, mentally undressing me. It seemed we were on the same page.
“Are we going to fuck?” I asked hastily, with audible excitement I forgot to mask. You don’t just blurt things out before a Chapter Master, especially things like that. He grinned and chuckled a little before inviting me over to sit with him. Scrambling together what little decorum and composure I was left with, I tried to move my mind away from jumping him.
“I thought marines were eunuchs? Engineered killing machines.” I half asked, not really caring. There was only one thing right now that I truly cared about and I caught myself staring down between his legs; it took all of my focus to look away.
“Yes. Most are. Our particular chapter, not so much. Unlike the others, we take prisoners wherever possible. More servitors are always needed, especially when cut off from greater Imperium. Genestealers don’t make particularly servile units, breaking their link to the hive mind is more effort than it’s worth, but we can use their ship and their resources.” He said. I could barely listen and process the words as my hand crept closer to him with a mind of its own. His words rippled through my body, awakening the breeding instinct again. Male. Seed. Breed.
“Fuck me.” I whispered uncontrollably, my mouth salivating as I stared at him with the fixation of an animal about to pounce it’s prey.
“Fuck me!” I screamed now, climbing on top of him. He likely hadn’t ever seen anything like this, but I was going to show him all of it. The feral desires the genestealers implanted within me took control and I found my hands already grabbing his crotch to explore what lay beneath. I pushed my chest up to his face and whipped out a breast for him to suck, my raw nipples needing attention while I did what I had to do. There was no option anymore, I was too far gone to stop now.
Compared to him I was tiny, thin and lithe against the rippling muscles beneath me. He was bulky and built not only from the gene editing; he clearly worked on it. I felt my the warmth in my pussy grow into a heat as mucus dripped out of me and moistened my entrance ready for him. Beneath my fingers, unbuttoning his pants I a sizable bulge growing. He wanted this too, perhaps didn’t need it as much as I did but he was definitely onboard. Perhaps he had pressing matters to discuss, but that would have to wait.
I threw off my top entirely as I straddled him, releasing my plush breasts completely into view. I could feel his length beneath me now, teasing me as I gyrated atop him. I needed it inside me more than I needed to breathe. With desperate clutches I tried to remove the pants they had provided me but sensing my struggle he took one hand and ripped them clean off, grabbing my ass and squeezing and spanking the flesh. With a grunt he hoisted me up and dropped me face-down on the back of the sofa, my tits hanging off the edge. I yelped desperate pleas as my pussy screamed at me and I physically trembled with anticipation as he shuffled around behind me.
With one smooth motion his cock filled me. I felt dick replacing the liquids inside of me as mucus squirted out of my pussy and dribbled down his balls - I could feel the groove of every vein as his colossal girth stretched me out and filled my insides with ease. The room quickly filled with the smell of sex, that sweet sticky scent of sweat and musk.
He started to move slowly at first, teasing me as his dick exited my body and left me trembling only to stretch me back out again and fill me right up to my stomach. I could even feel his tip hitting my cervix, that strange pressure within me as a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Slapping noises echoed around the chamber as flesh met wet flesh repeatedly and his hand wrapped itself around my hair to pull my head back and force my back down. Moving quicker and quicker now he moved with a rhythm that made my body sing; this was the satisfaction I needed. My tits swung back and forth against the back of the sofa as he slammed his meat deep within me and I yelled out with relief, clawing at the fabric as he violated every inch of me. My ass cheeks were sore from the sheer force of his thrusts and it felt like he was rearranging my insides, I didn’t think I’d be walking again after this.
The inside of my pussy quaked and pulsated around his dick as I rode back and forth in time with each thrust to get as much out of them as I could. I screamed out with pure ecstasy as the hand around my waist clutched and squeezed, a grunting noise erupting from the man as his turgid cock twitched and grew inside me. Then I felt it – that warm, comforting sticky feeling as he filled me up with glob after glob of cum. As he pulled himself out of me I could feel just how much he’d put in there as it now trickled down the inside of my thigh. All tension left me and I felt light as a feather, collapsing in place over the sofa like a used towel. Maybe now we could talk?I don’t remember much about my time in the genestealer cult. I’d rather not remember. Every so often I get flashes of what happened there. Naked, cold, and afraid, they had me bound in chains with others from my transport. They’d intercepted it and taken us to a vessel of their own, one by one introducing us to the Purii they had onboard. Hunched over and scuttling about their vessel, second generation hybrids busied themselves around me while third generation, almost human looking mutants watched me with a sickening hunger in my cell as I sat naked and afraid, huddled with other captors who had been aboard with me.
One by one, regardless of gender, my former cohorts were dragged away. It was a numbers game; each time a person was removed from one of the holding cells meant I was all the closer to getting my turn. Finally, regretfully, I was taken away by a Maelignaci’s sharp talons. It dragged me by the wrist and pierced my skin unwittingly beneath its strength and at the time I could’ve sworn it was going to break something. The alien’s flesh was mauve, leathery and as rough as sandpaper and had a sharp metallic stench to its breath unlike anything I’d experienced before.
As I was taken through hallway after winding hallway, through elevators and security stations I begged and pleaded with futility. They probably didn’t understand what I was saying anyway, or my words fell on ears deafened by the barking commands of their hive mind. Finally, I arrived in a grand space where the unconscious human bodies of the crew aboard my ship lay in rows, ready to be taken off the ship and sent to fertile worlds to breed more of these monsters and subvert their societies. They spread like a virus, using a host to replicate themselves as they were unable to do so left to themselves. There was a beauty in its basest lack of sophistication, but a frightening effectiveness in that simplicity. In the centre of the room atop a dais was a Purii, the final stage of their cycle that was the purest version of the genestealers. The purii would infect people who would go on to infect more and more, the initial purii becoming the master of their own hive.
I lay before it paralysed with fear and it leaned towards me, muttering something that I couldn’t decipher with clicks and hisses. Again, that putrid metallic stench blew from its mouth like something between the sickly sweet smell of a fresh corpse mixed with rusting metal. At this point, there was a distant rumble and the ship shook beneath me. Panic set into the genestelers and many of them began to scramble to eject their freshly infected victims from the ship towards new worlds. The Purii didn’t seem too bothered. It had done what it set out to do, and it intended to finish with me. Its whip-like tongue reached out of its mouth towards my own which I immediately clamped shut. I could feel it probing my lips and attempting to push them open but it was too strong for me, sliding in with ease. It didn’t even try to push past my teeth, it put practice into practicality and simply went around the back of my mouth and pushed open my jaws from there. There was a gritty, chunky sensation entering my body and then nothing.
I awoke to completely unfamiliar surroundings. As the cogs of my mind started to whirr back into life I looked around. My body felt weak, numb. Startled, I checked it was all still there. Thankfully everything was intact but moving was difficult. I wanted to call out to someone – anyone, but my voice had left me. While the words sounded out in my head, nothing came from my mouth. Just what had happened to me? There was nothing more I could do but lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling. The ambient noises around me told me this was a ship. The colour and layout of the room and everything in it told me that I was at least in the hands of humans, and it seemed in a decent state so they weren’t scavengers. There was even a window that looked into the corridor outside, not that anyone was passing by.
With nothing else to glean, my thoughts turned back to my body. I felt an overwhelming itch, more a craving to be bred. I’d been taught that this was how the genestealers operated, but I’d never thought I would actually run into them, and never had I expected to be taken by them. I had nothing left to do but close my eyes and wait and hope for the best. It took considerable mental fortitude, but I sank into a restless, haunted sleep.
A few hours later I awoke to the sounds of voices around me. A woman in a lab coat, and a rather stern looking man who towered over her. He looked around in slow calculative glances and sported a permanently furrowed brow. Dressed in a cloak adorned with the crests of his chapter I knew immediately what he was, and where I was. He was a marine, and by the looks of things he was the chapter master. By his side a sword hung in a decorative sheath. I figured it was mostly symbolic, but I hadn’t seen it pulled out yet.
“So yes, she’s stable. It’s a good thing we got to her as fast as we did. Her reproductive drive will be permanently… heightened, but she’ll any offspring she has will at least be human.” The doctor told him, giving him a look at the chart while she eyed me. People. They could breed me. I needed it so badly. All I could do was make mewling sounds as I wriggled around on the bed. It would be a little while yet before I could scratch that itch.
“Mentally she should be all there, but the cocktail of drugs will still be in her system. She’s weak, but give it a little time and she’ll come around.” The woman continued. The chapter master took a few steps closer, his shadowed eyes locked on mine and mine on his.
“I am Master Silbannacus. Since you’re not part of our order, I shall permit you to call me Silban. I understand you were part of a trade expedition?” He asked. His voice was deep and gravelly, a few steps away from being a growl. I couldn’t answer, but he knew that. “We saved a number of you, and destroyed a few others. Of the genestelers, none survived.”
Part of me wondered how many had made it out. I was lucky to still be alive, and even luckier to have been given the therapies needed to at least claim back my reproductive abilities. The other part of me just wanted to fuck. I pictured throwing off that robe of his and jumping right onto his cock, but my body wasn’t having any of it.
“Keep me informed on her progress. Send her to me when she’s ambulatory.” He grunted and left through the door, but I watched as he passed by the window again and dropped me a glance. The doctor stayed for a little while, tinkering with the machines monitoring me and keeping me alive. I couldn’t help but stare, watching her tits jiggle around in my face when she leaned over me. It was absolute torture. I could feel my pussy burning up, my nipples standing erect as I tried to rub them against the sheets covering me. I could barely groan in frustration but my body wanted to scream it out.
Once again, I awoke to an empty room. It’d been long enough now I assumed that I should have regained control of my body. Sure enough, with a tingling sensation as the blood now flowed properly, I was able to move. Finally I could eek out at least a little relief. Without hesitation I shuffled my hand over my thigh and onto my vagina which was already slick and puffy. Relief came instantly but satisfaction would have to be worked for. I didn’t just touch the clit, but every sensitive fold and flap of flesh in there as I rubbed my fingers up and down as fast as I could. It wasn’t long before my hips began to gyrate in rhythm, greedy for some semblance of contentment. Circling my clit over and over, dipping my fingers inside of myself to relubricate every so often, I got closer and closer to reaching my goal. Suddenly I heard the door opening and looked over to see the doctor once again entering the room, but I couldn’t stop. The human part of my mind said this was taboo, that I should stop and hide my actions but I just stared her in the eye and continued. My other hand reached for my breast and began tweaking a nipple as I masturbated furiously beneath the sheets, climaxing in full sight of the doctor as I mentally undressed her.
“Well.” She began, a little flustered. “It’s good to see you’re feeling better.”
I didn’t leave any break between her speaking when I said “Fuck me, please. I need it so bad.” What had the Genestealers done to me? What had I become?
“I’m not going to do that, and you should be careful who you ask. Your libido is still out of control, that’s what the snatcher-devils did to you. We can give you something to calm it down a little, but we’ve never found anything to permanently reverse the effects.” She told me. I was stuck like this, and I was furious. It felt like I was going to explode from this feeling of unsatisfaction, and when I came it still wasn’t enough.
The doctor got me to stand, to walk, tested my speech and balance. It seemed she wouldn’t stop probing my most basic abilities, but all I wanted to do was get out of there and find somebody who could actually help me. She provided me with a set of basic clothes they had spare and sent me on my way to meet with Master Silbannacus. Again, I found myself wandering though a strange ship, led by somebody who was taking me to their superior to be used for their own motives.
Guards were stationed outside of his quarters in huge bulking armour, their sigil painted right on their chest. Above them hung a banner that read ‘Hearts of iron! Nerves of steel!’ They both looked like they could really go to town on me, especially with the armour on. I wanted nothing more than them to hold me up and fuck me from both ends right then and there. They led me inside where Silban was waiting, still in his robes but lounging on a long semi-circular sofa before which a circular glass table sat with various documents scattered about it.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” He began. I could feel his gaze eyeing me up and down, mentally undressing me. It seemed we were on the same page.
“Are we going to fuck?” I asked hastily, with audible excitement I forgot to mask. You don’t just blurt things out before a Chapter Master, especially things like that. He grinned and chuckled a little before inviting me over to sit with him. Scrambling together what little decorum and composure I was left with, I tried to move my mind away from jumping him.
“I thought marines were eunuchs? Engineered killing machines.” I half asked, not really caring. There was only one thing right now that I truly cared about and I caught myself staring down between his legs; it took all of my focus to look away.
“Yes. Most are. Our particular chapter, not so much. Unlike the others, we take prisoners wherever possible. More servitors are always needed, especially when cut off from greater Imperium. Genestealers don’t make particularly servile units, breaking their link to the hive mind is more effort than it’s worth, but we can use their ship and their resources.” He said. I could barely listen and process the words as my hand crept closer to him with a mind of its own. His words rippled through my body, awakening the breeding instinct again. Male. Seed. Breed.
“Fuck me.” I whispered uncontrollably, my mouth salivating as I stared at him with the fixation of an animal about to pounce it’s prey.
“Fuck me!” I screamed now, climbing on top of him. He likely hadn’t ever seen anything like this, but I was going to show him all of it. The feral desires the genestealers implanted within me took control and I found my hands already grabbing his crotch to explore what lay beneath. I pushed my chest up to his face and whipped out a breast for him to suck, my raw nipples needing attention while I did what I had to do. There was no option anymore, I was too far gone to stop now.
Compared to him I was tiny, thin and lithe against the rippling muscles beneath me. He was bulky and built not only from the gene editing; he clearly worked on it. I felt my the warmth in my pussy grow into a heat as mucus dripped out of me and moistened my entrance ready for him. Beneath my fingers, unbuttoning his pants I a sizable bulge growing. He wanted this too, perhaps didn’t need it as much as I did but he was definitely onboard. Perhaps he had pressing matters to discuss, but that would have to wait.
I threw off my top entirely as I straddled him, releasing my plush breasts completely into view. I could feel his length beneath me now, teasing me as I gyrated atop him. I needed it inside me more than I needed to breathe. With desperate clutches I tried to remove the pants they had provided me but sensing my struggle he took one hand and ripped them clean off, grabbing my ass and squeezing and spanking the flesh. With a grunt he hoisted me up and dropped me face-down on the back of the sofa, my tits hanging off the edge. I yelped desperate pleas as my pussy screamed at me and I physically trembled with anticipation as he shuffled around behind me.
With one smooth motion his cock filled me. I felt dick replacing the liquids inside of me as mucus squirted out of my pussy and dribbled down his balls - I could feel the groove of every vein as his colossal girth stretched me out and filled my insides with ease. The room quickly filled with the smell of sex, that sweet sticky scent of sweat and musk.
He started to move slowly at first, teasing me as his dick exited my body and left me trembling only to stretch me back out again and fill me right up to my stomach. I could even feel his tip hitting my cervix, that strange pressure within me as a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Slapping noises echoed around the chamber as flesh met wet flesh repeatedly and his hand wrapped itself around my hair to pull my head back and force my back down. Moving quicker and quicker now he moved with a rhythm that made my body sing; this was the satisfaction I needed. My tits swung back and forth against the back of the sofa as he slammed his meat deep within me and I yelled out with relief, clawing at the fabric as he violated every inch of me. My ass cheeks were sore from the sheer force of his thrusts and it felt like he was rearranging my insides, I didn’t think I’d be walking again after this.
The inside of my pussy quaked and pulsated around his dick as I rode back and forth in time with each thrust to get as much out of them as I could. I screamed out with pure ecstasy as the hand around my waist clutched and squeezed, a grunting noise erupting from the man as his turgid cock twitched and grew inside me. Then I felt it – that warm, comforting sticky feeling as he filled me up with glob after glob of cum. As he pulled himself out of me I could feel just how much he’d put in there as it now trickled down the inside of my thigh. All tension left me and I felt light as a feather, collapsing in place over the sofa like a used towel. Maybe now we could talk?