Not Even a Little

“Samora!” Monique yelled as she saw her captain drop in a moaning mess. She immediately stepped out from behind the pillar, mini-gun at her hip. Her finger moved to squeeze the trigger—it would only take an instant for her to sweep her gun across the room, tearing down the approaching enemies. Unfortunately for Monique, one of the humanoid Rapi was ready for her as well. A glob of slime splattered into the Monique’s leg, sizzling as it melted away her clothing, revealing her upper thigh, dangerously close to her most private area.

“Ahhhhh!” Monique let out a yell, somewhere between a panicked scream and a battle cry as she pulled tight on the trigger, sending a wave of bullets tearing through the air toward the enemies. All four of the humanoid Rapi jumped out of the way, finding cover behind old boxes, broken down vehicles, and loose pieces of cement. The heavy split from the rest of the group, moving out of the way of Monique’s line of fire with lumbering, gorilla-like steps.

Monique held her gun near the humanoids, forcing them to stay in cover. The heavy would have to get close to her to do any damage, and she would probably be able to deal with him if he tried to make his approach. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, but maybe she could salvage this. For some reason, though, Monique couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something.

With a powerful slam, the second heavy slammed it’s fist into Monique’s side, knocking her senseless and sending the mini-gun flying from her hand. Almost instantly the humanoids (freed from her suppressing fire) shot off their goo at her. Monique was splattered with Rapi cum, her armor melting away completely, leaving her naked on the ground, **** and exposed to the beastly heavies and the humanoids.

As wave after wave of powerful aphrodisiac effect assaulted her mind, Monique’s last thought was a prayer that, somehow, they would forget about Samora, laying on the ground not far away.