Queen of Blades

The Grand Cosmic Exhibition Hall buzzed with anticipation as the crowd pressed against the velvet ropes. A gleaming obsidian podium stood center stage, bathed in ethereal purple light that cast strange shadows across the polished floor. The host—a tall woman with kaleidoscope eyes and hair that seemed to change color with each movement—tapped her microphone, her smile unnervingly wide.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and beings beyond classification," she announced with a theatrical flourish, "our guest needs no introduction, but I'll give her one anyway! Plucked from across the dimensional void, former Ghost operative, Queen of the Zerg Swarm, and nightmare of the Koprulu Sector—please welcome Sarah Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades!"

A ripple of dark energy tore through the air, and in a flash of purple lightning, she appeared—the infamous Queen of Blades. Her form was a mesmerizing hybrid of human and zerg: slender yet powerful, with bone-like wings arching from her back and carapace armor covering strategic parts of her otherwise naked body. Her skin was a pale purple hue where it wasn't covered by the organic armor, and her "hair" consisted of segmented, spine-like dreadlocks that seemed to move of their own accord.

Kerrigan's eyes glowed with amber fury as she materialized, immediately attempting to lunge at the nearest spectator—only to find herself unable to move beyond the confines of the podium. Her wings flared and her blade-like appendages extended menacingly, but some invisible **** contained her rage.

"WHAT IS THIS PATHETIC DISPLAY?" she snarled, her voice carrying both human inflection and an unsettling resonant undertone. "Release me NOW, or I'll tear apart your minds one by one!"

The host merely laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. "My dear Queen, cosmic bindings can't be broken—not even by the mighty Swarm. You're here for our entertainment, specifically for our 'Stripped Bare: Heroes and Villains Unmasked' segment!"

Kerrigan's eyes narrowed dangerously. "When I break free—and I WILL break free—your **** will be legendary."

"Promises, promises," the host giggled, turning to the audience. "Now, who has the first question for our imperious Queen?"

A portly man with greasy hair and thick glasses stood up, practically vibrating with excitement. "Queen Kerrigan! Before your infestation, during your Ghost days, did you ever have... sexual thoughts about Arcturus Mengsk?"

The question seemed to physically strike Kerrigan. Her mouth opened to deliver a withering retort, but instead, words poured out against her will:

"Yes. Three times. I imagined him taking me on his command desk after a successful mission. I hated myself for it, especially given what he ultimately did to me on Tarsonis." Her eyes widened in horror at her own candor. "What the FUCK is this? I did NOT just say that!"

The host smiled wider. "Truth compulsion, my dear! Your deepest thoughts, laid bare. Isn't it liberating?"

As Kerrigan fumed, the portly fan approached the stage, somehow permitted to climb the steps. Kerrigan's body suddenly froze in place, her expression shifting to disgust as she realized what was happening.

*No. No no no. This disgusting creature wouldn't DARE touch me,* she thought, trying desperately to access her psionic powers to eviscerate him.

The man reached her, his breathing heavy and labored. "I've dreamed of this moment," he wheezed, his pudgy hands reaching for his pants. "The mighty Queen of Blades, at my mercy."

"I will FLAY the skin from your—" Kerrigan's threat was cut short as her body, acting against her will, dropped to its knees before him. She felt her mouth open as he freed his erection—an unimpressive, unwashed thing that made her stomach turn.

*This is impossible. I am the Queen of Blades. I command billions. I've destroyed WORLDS,* her mind screamed as her body betrayed her, her hands reaching for his hips.

"That's right, alien bitch," the man grunted, grabbing her spine-like hair and forcing himself into her mouth. "Take it all."

The audience watched in fascinated horror as the Queen of Blades, one of the most feared entities in the universe, was degraded before them. Her eyes burned with murderous intent even as her body complied, her throat accepting his length while her inner monologue became a stream of promised retribution.

*I will remember your face. When I am free, I will find you. I will keep you alive for DECADES as my personal experiment in pain thresholds.*

The man's thrusts became more frantic, his grip tightening painfully on her dreadlocks. "Fuck, your mouth is so hot... must be that zerg biology," he groaned, spittle flying from his lips and landing on Kerrigan's face. "I bet you secretly love this, don't you, Your Majesty?"

Another audience member shouted: "Ask her a question! She has to answer truthfully!"

The man grinned, still pumping into Kerrigan's mouth. "Do you enjoy being used like this, mighty Queen? Does it remind you of what you really are—just a vessel for others' desires?"

Kerrigan's body pulled back just enough to answer, her voice hoarse: "No. This is degradation beyond anything I've experienced. I feel violated in ways that make my infestation seem merciful. And I'm adding your disembowelment to my mental list of priorities." Her traitor body then returned to its task, tears of rage forming in her glowing eyes.

The host laughed delightedly. "Such honesty! This is exactly why we created this show, folks—to see beneath the armor, both literal and figurative!"

The man's movements became erratic, his sweaty face contorted in pleasure. "I'm gonna cum down the throat of the Queen of Blades! Take it all, you zerg cunt!"

With a series of grunts, he held Kerrigan's head firmly against his groin, emptying himself directly down her throat. She felt the warm, bitter fluid filling her mouth and esophagus, her body swallowing obediently while her mind screamed in revulsion.

*I will find your family. I will make them watch what I do to you. Their nightmares will echo through generations.*

When he finally released her, Kerrigan's body remained kneeling, a thin trail of semen dripping from the corner of her mouth. The man stumbled back, zipping up his pants with a triumphant grin.

"Best day of my life," he declared, returning to his seat amid mixed reactions from the crowd.

The host clapped her hands enthusiastically. "Wasn't that something? And we're just getting started! Who's next with a question for the formidable Queen?"

A tall, slender woman in glasses raised her hand. "I've always wondered—did you ever harbor romantic feelings for Jim Raynor, or was he just a tactical alliance?"

Once again, Kerrigan's mouth moved of its own accord: "Jim was... is... different. He saw me as human when others saw a weapon or a monster. I loved him. I still do, though I've accepted that what I've become makes that love impossible to fulfill. He represents the humanity I lost, the Sarah Kerrigan that died on Tarsonis." She seemed shocked by her own vulnerability, her carapace plates shifting in what appeared to be discomfort.

The host wiped away a mock tear. "How touching! The Queen of Blades has a heart after all—or whatever zerg equivalent exists!"

Before Kerrigan could retort, three men approached the podium. They were college-aged, wearing matching t-shirts with crude drawings of Kerrigan's face surrounded by obscene imagery.

"Fanclub representatives!" the host announced cheerfully.

The tallest of the three, sporting a patchy beard and bloodshot eyes, addressed the crowd: "We've been running the 'Blades Babes' fansite for five years. We've got the largest collection of Kerrigan fantasy art in the quadrant."

Kerrigan's expression twisted with disgust. "You pathetic virgins fantasize about a being who could annihilate your entire species on a whim?"

"That's exactly why it's so hot," the second man replied, already unbuckling his belt. "The ultimate domination fantasy—controlling the uncontrollable."

The three surrounded her, and to Kerrigan's horror, her body responded to their unspoken commands. She found herself on all fours, her bone-like wings spread wide and her carapace plates shifting to expose more of her **** flesh.

*This isn't happening. I command billions of zerg. Emperors tremble at my name. And now I'm positioning myself like a breeding drone for these... vermin?*

"Check it out," the third man marveled, running his hands over the ridges of her carapace. "It's warm. And these parts are almost... soft." His fingers traced the boundary between armor and skin, making Kerrigan shudder involuntarily.

The bearded one positioned himself in front of her face. "Open wide, Your Majesty. Time to serve a different kind of swarm."

Kerrigan's jaw opened against her will as the second man moved behind her, running his hands over the curves of her partially armored buttocks. The third one slid beneath her, reaching up to touch the exposed skin of her breasts where the carapace didn't cover.

"I've got a question," the bearded one said, guiding himself to her lips. "In your most secret thoughts, do you ever miss being just human? Do you ever miss being able to fuck without worrying about impaling your partner on all these sharp bits?"

Her mouth, seconds away from being filled, answered: "Yes. There are nights when I remember the simplicity of human touch. The zerg have no concept of pleasure as humans understand it. The connection, the warmth—yes, I miss it, though I would never admit it to my enemies." Her eyes widened in horrified betrayal at her own confession.

"That's fucking deep," the bearded one laughed, then thrust forward, filling her mouth. "Now let's see if the mighty Queen can handle all three of us at once."

The one behind her positioned his erection at her entrance, pushing past the minimal carapace protection to find that, despite her mental revulsion, her body was producing lubrication. "Holy shit, she's wet! The zerg pussy gets wet!" he announced to cheers from the audience.

*This is NOT my arousal,* Kerrigan's mind screamed. *This is some part of this cosmic abomination forcing my body to respond. I am NOT enjoying this degradation.*

The third man, positioned beneath her, found the small, sensitive nub between her legs that had remained human-like despite her transformation. He began to rub it methodically while fondling her breast with his other hand.

All three men entered her simultaneously—mouth, sex, and the one below her using his fingers to penetrate her ass, working past the flexible carapace protecting it. Kerrigan's body shuddered as she was filled from all sides, her mind a hurricane of rage and promised vengeance.

"Fuck, her mouth is hot," groaned the bearded one, establishing a rhythm that had his testicles slapping against her chin. "Careful of the teeth though—they're sharper than they look."

The one behind her gripped her hips, marveling at how the carapace gave way to soft purple-tinted skin. "This is the greatest thing ever. I'm fucking balls-deep in the Queen of Blades!" He slammed into her with increasing ****, each thrust making her body jerk forward onto the cock in her mouth.

The man beneath her continued to work her clit, his fingers now buried knuckle-deep in her ass. "You like that, don't you, Your Highness? Your body sure seems to."

To Kerrigan's ultimate horror, she felt an orgasm building—her body responding to the stimulation despite her mind's absolute revulsion. *No, no, NO. This is impossible. I will NOT give them the satisfaction.*

But her body betrayed her once more. As the three men used her in concert, establishing a rhythm that had her rocking between them, waves of unwanted pleasure began to crash through her. Her inner walls clenched around the invading cock and fingers, and muffled moans escaped around the shaft plunging into her throat.

"Holy shit, she's coming!" the one beneath her announced, feeling her muscles contract around his digits. "The fucking Queen of Blades is coming on my hand!"

The audience erupted in cheers and shocked gasps as Kerrigan's body convulsed in a powerful climax, her wings flaring wide and her spine arching dramatically. Tears of humiliation streaked down her face, cutting paths through the sweat and bodily fluids already there.

*I will hunt down everyone in this room. I will study the limits of your nervous systems. You will BEG for **** long before I grant it.*

The three men, encouraged by her body's response, increased their pace. The bearded one pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself rapidly. "I want to see my cum on the face that launched a thousand nightmares," he panted, then erupted with a shout, spraying thick ropes of semen across Kerrigan's face. Some landed in her hair-like appendages, dripping down the segmented structures in obscene rivulets.

The one behind her wasn't far behind. "I'm gonna fill the Queen of Blades with my seed!" he announced, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks on the flesh between carapace plates. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, pumping what felt like an endless stream of hot fluid into her.

The third man had to slide out from under her to finish, jerking himself frantically while watching his friends' seed dripping from her various orifices. "Open your mouth," he demanded, and Kerrigan's body complied, her tongue extending as he positioned himself before her. With a series of grunts, he added his contribution, most landing on her tongue with some splashing across her cheeks and chin.

The three stepped back to admire their work—the Queen of Blades, conqueror of worlds, kneeling in a puddle of bodily fluids, her face and body defiled by their combined emissions. Kerrigan remained in position, her body still frozen in compliance while her eyes promised genocidal retribution.

The host approached, not the least bit disturbed by the scene. "Now THAT was entertainment! But it seems our Queen still has some fight in her eyes. Perhaps a few more questions while we prepare for our next guest?"

A young woman with purple hair shouted from the audience: "Did you ever feel sexually attracted to any of the zerg under your command?"

Kerrigan's semen-covered lips parted: "No. The zerg do not experience sexuality as humans understand it. My connection to them is telepathic and commanding, not carnal. Though I've occasionally admired the efficiency of their evolution, I've never desired them." She closed her eyes in mortification as even more of her private thoughts were exposed.

Another fan, a middle-aged man with a military bearing, stood up. "During your time as a Ghost, did you ever use your psychic abilities to... enhance intimate experiences?"

Again, the truth spilled from her unwilling lips: "Yes. I could feel my partners' pleasure, amplify it, reflect it back. Sometimes I would intentionally project feelings of ecstasy to incapacitate targets before eliminating them. The line between **** and intimacy blurred occasionally." Her fists clenched in fury at these admissions.

The host cackled with delight. "Fascinating! The layers of our Queen continue to peel away! Who else would like to... probe deeper?"

A hulking man with numerous tattoos and a shaved head approached the podium. Unlike the previous fans, he wore a military uniform with insignias Kerrigan recognized from her human days. His face was scarred, his expression cold and calculating.

One of the entities questioned why was this man here.

"He is a devoutee in his own way," another answered in amusement.

"Former Sergeant Marcus Kern, Dominion Special Forces," he introduced himself, circling Kerrigan's kneeling form. "I lost my entire squad on Tarsonis when you led the zerg to us. Been dreaming of this moment for a long time, bitch."

The audience hushed, sensing the shift in energy. This wasn't a fantasy for this man—it was ****.

"Question for the Queen," he said, his voice steady and dangerous. "Did you feel anything at all when you slaughtered your fellow humans? Or were you already a monster before the zerg ever touched you?"

Kerrigan's answer came unbidden: "I felt everything. Every ****. Every scream. The zerg didn't erase my humanity overnight—it was a slow erosion. In the beginning, I remembered their faces. I still do, sometimes, in the quiet moments between campaigns. But I buried those feelings beneath necessity and survival." She looked away, a flash of the human Sarah Kerrigan visible beneath the Queen's facade.

Kern laughed bitterly. "Touching. You expect me to believe the Butcher of Tarsonis has regrets?" He unzipped his pants, revealing his already hard member. "On your back. I want to look into those alien eyes while I fuck you."

Kerrigan's body obeyed, smoothly transitioning to lie on her back, wings splayed uncomfortably beneath her. Her legs spread, carapace shifting to allow access. *This one I will make special plans for,* she thought, imagining creative ways to extend his suffering once she was free.

Kern knelt between her legs, but didn't enter her immediately. Instead, he spat directly onto her face. "That's for Lieutenant Jenkins." He spat again. "That's for Corporal Diaz." Each name was punctuated with another glob of saliva, until Kerrigan's face was covered with it, mixing with the semen already there.

The audience watched in uncomfortable silence, the **** fantasy playing out before them far more raw and real than the previous encounters.

"Ask her if she deserves this," someone shouted from the crowd.

Kern smiled coldly. "Good question. Do you deserve this humiliation, Kerrigan? Does it begin to balance the scales for what you've done?"

Her lips moved, truth spilling forth: "By human standards of justice, perhaps. I've killed millions. I've ordered the deaths of billions more. But what you're really asking is if I feel I deserve it, and the answer is no. I became what circumstances and Mengsk and the zerg made me. I adapted. I survived. And in surviving, I transcended humanity and its limiting morality." She met his eyes defiantly. "So no, I don't believe I deserve this. But I understand why you need to believe I do."

Her answer seemed to enrage him. With a growl, he thrust into her roughly, establishing a punishing rhythm immediately. "Shut up! You don't get to philosophize after what you did!"

His hands found her throat, squeezing the surprisingly **** flesh there. Kerrigan's body didn't fight back, though her eyes remained fixed on his, cataloging every detail of his face for future retribution.

"I've dreamt of killing you for years," Kern grunted, his thrusts becoming more violent. "But this is better. Seeing the mighty Queen reduced to a hole to fuck. What would your zerg think if they could see you now?"

Kerrigan's body responded to his rough treatment, internal muscles clenching around him, back arching to take him deeper. Her breathing came in short gasps around his **** grip.

*This is not me,* she reminded herself as her body betrayed her again, responding to the stimulation despite—or perhaps because of—the brutality. *This is some cosmic puppetry. I am still the Queen of Blades. I will reclaim my dignity with his entrails.*

Kern's pace quickened, his face contorted with conflicting emotions—pleasure, rage, grief. "You feel that, Kerrigan? That's humanity's ****. That's for Earth, for Tarsonis, for every human you slaughtered."

With a final, savage thrust, he came inside her, his whole body tensing as he emptied himself with a roar of release that seemed to carry years of pent-up hatred. He collapsed atop her momentarily, his breath hot against her neck, before pushing himself up to look in her eyes.

"Was it good for you too, Your Majesty?" he asked mockingly.

Before the compulsion could **** her to answer, he spat once more in her face and stood, adjusting his uniform. As he turned to leave, he delivered a parting shot: "You know what's pathetic? Even defiled and humiliated, you're still just as unreachable. Still just as alien. Maybe you were never human to begin with."

The host, sensing the mood shift, bounced back into the spotlight. "My, my! Such intensity! Let's lighten things up, shall we? We have time for one more question before our Queen must make way for our next guest."

A shy-looking young woman raised her hand. The host pointed to her excitedly.

"Um, Queen Kerrigan," the woman began hesitantly, "if you could go back and change one thing about your life, what would it be?"

The question hung in the air, surprisingly thoughtful amid the spectacle of degradation. Kerrigan, still lying on her back, covered in various bodily fluids, answered with unexpected softness:

"I would have trusted my instincts on Tarsonis. I sensed Mengsk's betrayal coming but ignored it out of loyalty. That mistake cost me everything—my humanity, my future with Jim, my very self. Everything that followed—every ****, every world burned—spirals from that moment of misplaced trust." Her voice had lost its rage momentarily, revealing the ghost of Sarah Kerrigan beneath the Queen's armor.

The audience fell silent, perhaps reminded that beneath the monstrous exterior and fearsome reputation, there had once been a human woman.

The moment of reflective silence was shattered as five new men approached the podium, their intentions clear from their leering expressions and already exposed erections.

"It seems we have a few more fans eager to meet their Queen before we wrap up this segment!" the host announced, her voice once again bright and cheerful.

Kerrigan's eyes hardened, the brief vulnerability vanishing. *I will remember each face. Each voice. When I break free of these bonds—and I WILL break free—they will all learn why the sector trembles at my name.*

The five men surrounded her prone form, stroking themselves as they decided how best to use her. The first positioned himself at her mouth, while two others each took one of her hands, wrapping her fingers around their shafts. The fourth spread her legs wide, pushing them back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, exposing her already used sex. The fifth seemed content to wait his turn, watching and occasionally slapping her face lightly with his erection.

"Check out how her pussy juices have melted the edges of this carapace," the fourth man observed, running his fingers along the softened organic armor surrounding her entrance. "It's like her body is adapting to being fucked. Typical zerg evolution, right?"

"I've got a question," said the one positioning himself at her mouth. "Does your zerg anatomy make you physically stronger than a human woman? Can you take more... punishment?"

Kerrigan was compelled to answer: "Yes. My musculature is enhanced. My nerve endings can process more intense stimulation, both pleasure and pain. I can endure physical trauma that would kill a human instantly." Her eyes narrowed. "Something you should remember when considering the retribution I'll exact."

The man laughed. "Perfect. Then we don't need to hold back." He thrust into her mouth roughly, his shaft hitting the back of her throat. At the same time, the fourth man entered her with enough **** to shake her entire body, while the two at her sides established rhythms of their own, using her hands like implements for their pleasure.

The fifth man, seeming to tire of waiting, straddled her torso and positioned his erection between her breasts. "Let's see if these work the same as human tits," he grunted, using his hands to press her flesh around his shaft, creating a channel to thrust into.

Kerrigan's body serviced all five simultaneously, her mouth and hands and sex and breasts all put to use for their gratification. Her mind retreated into elaborate fantasies of ****, detailing exactly how she would hunt each of them down once free.

*The bearded one first,* she thought as her mouth was roughly used. *I'll keep him alive but remove his tongue and hands. Then the military man—for him, a specially bred cerebrate to extract his deepest fears and manifest them for years on end.*

The five men established a rhythm, using her body in concert, occasionally switching positions to sample different parts of the infamous Queen. They spoke about her as if she were an object, commenting on the differences between her hybrid anatomy and a human woman's.

"Her mouth is hotter than a human's," noted one, thrusting between her lips. "And there's something about the texture of her tongue—it's slightly rougher."

"The inside of her cunt has these ridges," reported another as he pounded into her. "It's like fucking a human but with extra stimulation. Fuck, I'm not gonna last long."

The one using her breasts seemed fascinated by how the carapace and skin integrated. "It's like the armor gets softer where it meets her skin. And she's warmer than I expected—almost feverish."

Throughout their use of her, they continued to ask questions, exploiting the truth compulsion for their amusement.

"Have you ever masturbated thinking about your time as a human?"

"Twice," Kerrigan was **** to admit, her voice muffled around the cock in her mouth. "I remembered being with Jim, the simplicity of human connection without the constant psychic noise of the Swarm."

"Do the zerg ever pleasure you as their Queen?"

"The zerg do not understand pleasure as humans do. They exist to serve, to evolve, to conquer. My satisfaction comes from their success, not from physical gratification." Each answer further stoked her rage, building a ledger of debts to be paid in blood.

As their excitement built, the men's movements became more frantic and less coordinated. The first to climax was the one using her mouth, pulling out at the last moment to spray across her face with a triumphant shout. "Take it, alien bitch! That's what humans think of the mighty Queen!"

The two using her hands followed in quick succession, their release adding to the mess covering her body. The fourth man, still thrusting vigorously between her legs, gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises on the exposed skin.

"I'm gonna fill this zerg pussy," he grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "Gonna breed the Queen of Blades!" With a final thrust, he pushed deep inside her and came, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

The last man, still working himself between her breasts, finished with a groan, his seed landing in thick ropes across her neck and chin, adding to the degradation already visited upon her.

As the five men stepped back, admiring their handiwork, the Queen of Blades lay defiled on the podium—covered in various bodily fluids, her hybrid body used in ways she'd never imagined possible. Yet her eyes remained defiant, burning with the promise of retribution.

The host approached, seemingly immune to the obscenity of the scene. "What a spectacular performance from our Queen! Such endurance, such... adaptability!" She turned to the audience. "Let's give a round of applause for Sarah Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades, who has so generously shared not just her body but her deepest truths with us today!"

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, some standing to give a perverted ovation to the spectacle they'd witnessed.

Kerrigan, still bound by the cosmic forces, could only watch from her position on the podium, her body used and displayed for their entertainment. Her voice, when she managed to speak, was low and dangerous:

"When these bonds break—and they will—I will remember every face. Every name. Every question and touch and violation. And I will repay it a thousandfold." Her eyes swept the audience, seeming to make contact with each person individually. "The Swarm is patient. And so am I."

The host merely giggled at the threat. "Such spirit! But I'm afraid our introduction with the Queen of Blades has come to an end. Just kidding, let's start with the next act."