Editing Saving Selena (section)

==Part One==

Guardswoman Selena was tough. She knew it, her squadmates knew it, many a drunk in her regiment knew it. She could keep up with the men in training, she could outshoot many of them, she more often than not came off second in feats of strength but she could damn well send teeth flying when she wanted to. She was an excellent soldier, and she always thought that would be enough.

She knew better now. The Emperor protects, but she knew now that he couldn’t be everywhere at once. Her trenchline would soon be overrun, most of her squadmates were dead and the Tyranids were coming again. The ground shook with their advance, the vibrations moving up her legs and her armoured torso. Her helmet fell off her head, revealing short-cropped brown hair. She had always been considered beautiful, if rather tomboyish, but none of that would matter now. She would simply be more biomass for the voracious appetites of their inhuman foes.

Toward the trench came a neverending mass of claws, chitin, drooling maws and dripping tentacular appendages. The few hundred Guardsmen left in the trench, under orders to hold their ground and saddled with the knowledge that retreat was impossible anyway, leveled their lasguns and hoped that something, anything, would save them. The sound of flapping wings attracted the attention of the Hydra gunners, who began to fire at cloud of Gargoyles who darkened the sky in their numbers. As the Gaunts approached close enough to be fired upon, bursts of angry red light erupted from the Guard’s lines. Selena gritted her teeth and forgot her training as she fired wildly into the charging swarm. She would stop them, or she would die. There was no other alternative.

For all her bravery, it was not nearly enough. The Gargoyles’ weapons tore through the Guardsmen, tiny killer beetles burrowing through their flesh and leaving ruined heaps where good men once stood. The Gaunts reached the trench even through the fusillade of lasgun fire, the hundreds of casualties they took leaving hundreds more alive. The Imperial soldiers fought bravely for the most part, and were slaughtered mercilessly by the stabbing abominations that overran them. Blood filled the trenches, and Selena fixed her bayonet and resolved to sell her life dearly.

She screamed ferally as she charged the nearest Gaunt, stabbing her weapon through its jaw. The creature hissed and pulled back in preparation to strike her, but then it stopped. Its soulless eyes passed over her, and as if from some unseen command, the Gaunt turned and sped off after its brethren. Selena screamed as another Gaunt ran past her and knocked her to her feet in its mad rush. She was not being attacked by the same creatures that had annihilated her friends, her fellows. Blind rage overtook her. As she clutched her weapon once more, a deceptively fast creature that she knew as a Ravener grabbed her in its massive claws and whisked her off to an unknown destination. She struggled against its massive strength, eyes wide with terror.

She woke up in a bizarre structure that she guessed was a 'Nid hive spire. Her first reaction was one that had served her well in the past:
“You fuckers, let me go right now you Emperor-damned frag-sucking shits! I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll fucking kill you all!” 

She kicked and screamed, but her hands and legs were bound with some sort of powerful organic rope, and she was stuck into a soft socket in the wall that fit her rather comfortably, as if the living walls of the structure had changed shape to accommodate her. Or, she thought with confusion, perhaps it was designed for her.

The room was quite small, actually. The living room was very warm, and she was sweating. The wall was quite comfortable on her flesh, but that didn’t register: she was in an alien environment. She tried to recall her lessons regarding capture by the enemy, but none of them seemed to apply. The Nids wouldn’t question her, if they wanted her knowledge they could have eaten her on the battlefield. They must have something else in mind, but what? Selena’s struggles ceased momentarily as she noticed something very bizarre.

She was naked.

Her head snapped to the sight of a creature entering the room. The warmth and humidity already had her sweating profusely, but now it was due to nervousness as well. The creature was fearsome, and of a kind she had never seen before.

She HAD fought Tyranids and survived, and she had paid close attention in the biology briefings. The creature that entered the room resembled the most recent breed of Lictors, complete with flesh hooks, feeder tentacle maw, and massive physique. However, she had never seen a Lictor ‘armed’ with fully tentacular appendages as arms, like a full set of lash whips in the place of fingers. 

It was coming towards her.

Her naked, sweating body was slippery against the soft wall, and she struggled to see if she could slip out, but to no avail. The tentacle-Lictor continue to approach, tentacles dripping with the lubrication that covered all Tyranid organisms. She thought she should be thankful that it had no claws, but for some reason, she was just as uneasy. What possible use could a Tyranid organism have for a captured, naked woman?

The tentaclictor stopped only a foot from her writing body. She could feel its warmth on her, and she only began to sweat even more. It ran in rivulets over her heaving breasts, dropping to her feet and running in between her thighs. She was panicking now, and had no idea what to expect.

The creature knelt down, and hissed. Its tentacled maw moved like so many small snakes, and it leaned closer to her. She could feel its hot breath on her pelvic region, and her eyes began to dart wildly around the room for some means of escape. She found none, and began to kick at the creature with grunts of anger. Not deterred, the creature’s fleshy maw touched her genitals. 

Her eyes went wide for a moment in realization of what was happening before the fleshy appendages slid inside of her.

She screamed, her legs struggling against their bonds, resulting only in her making things easier for her attacker. Her screams slowly began to increase in volume as the tentacles worked inside of her, the soft, pulsating arms working their way back and forth inside of her vagina, softly caressing the inner walls and making her thighs quiver in involuntary pleasure. She thrashed in an attempt to escape, but only succeeded in thrusting her thighs further over the exploring appendages inside of her. The creature drooled, and while it seemed to derive no pleasure from its acutely sexual act, Selena could not help but excrete, her wetness making the slipping of the fleshy maw even more intense in sensation.

Her eyes rolled around her head. What was happening? And why did it feel so good? And why was she afraid, but not disgusted?

The creature worked its head backward and forward, and its own lubricants and Selena’s own vaginal secretions mixed with the sweat to drip inexorably down her hairless legs. She thrusted, thrashed, she moved for the sake of moving. She didn’t know whether she did it out of fear, or some perverse pleasure.

The appendages kept moving inside of her, in and out, caressing her, touching her, moving around her clitoris and massaging her. It was like twelve of the most talented tongues were working in and around her genitalia, and she could not help but moan with the power of the sensation. Her breasts, soaked with sweat, heaved as her breathing rate increased. Her moans and grunts became louder and louder as the amount of juices she excreted increased, and she began to move her hips in a distinctly sexual manner. She was no longer thinking, she was simply lost in sensation.

The pleasure began to reach a climax. Her back arched, the tentacles continued to massage in and around her, juices ran in rivulets around her vagina and down her thighs, she moaned and screamed like she had never done so before, her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth open in a neverending expression of incredible pleasure. The tentaclictor pulled back one last time, then thrust inside of her with full force, its many appendages exploring ever part of her and reaching into places she had never knew existed. She screamed at the top of her lungs as pleasure washed over her, and the lictor’s mouths were forced out of her at the force of her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted and she expelled a massive amount of the juices built up inside of her.

She continued to heave her breasts with heavy breaths, writhe wildly, and scream. The pleasure did not end.

She must have passed out from the sensations overwhelming her. She was still in the same room, ensconced in the same section of the wall. She was still sweating, and her whole body was still tingling. How long had it been?

She looked around her, still ill at ease but not as afraid as she had been before. She noticed a curious sensation around her neck.

It was her hair. It was shoulder length.

Her head jerked around wildly. Her hair was long, but only moments ago it has been short. What had happened? How long had it been? Why could she not remember the time she must have been here? And why did the spire look as if…it was dying?

The answers came in a manner she could not have envisioned.

Through the wall tore a Space Marine. Over eight feet high and on a scale she had never envisioned, he was the very image of perfection. His armor was a bright pink with black trim, and his horned helm was decorated wi-

Selena gasped. Those were the colors of the Emperor’s Children. 

The Chaos Marine approached her, his expression hidden behind the terrifying red eyes of his combat helmet. Selena considered herself brave, but it took all of her willpower not to shake as she lay naked and helpless in front of such a mighty being.

The Marine stopped a foot from her, and stroked her chin. She jerked her head away, and spat on his armor. If he wanted to kill her, so be it. 

As if sensing her thoughts, the Marine chuckled inside his armor. The sound came out as surprisingly warm, though deep and slightly distorted:
“I’m not going to kill you”
Selena gulped as the ramifications hit her. The Emperor’s Children…
“I’m not going to enslave you either”
Selena was now confused. The Marine caressed her with its armored gauntlet, and she did not flinch.
“The Tyranids here were corrupted with the power of mighty Slaanesh, and they performed bizarrely in their time on this planet. You are not the only ‘prisoner’ we have found, but you are the only one in such…sublime condition.”
“You have been chosen by Slaanesh. You will come with us. We have a place for you, and assuming you keep an open mind, you probably won’t dislike it.”
The Chaos Marine laughed. Selena, curiously, noted that the laugh was devoid of malice.

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