Mortal Kombat 9 - Skank of the Flies

Author's Note: I originally wrote this fic a couple months back, when some people managed to pull files out of the demo and discovered all the text for story mode dialogue, among other things. Perhaps it was because of things changing in the file, perhaps it was because I didn't read thoroughly enough, there were some differences between what I got out of the file and what was in the actual game. Which is to be expected, of course. It's May 8th right now, and I'm revising the fic in the few ways needed for it to fit the canon story mode.

 

 

Quan Chi smirked. Everything went according to plan in the foolish war between Earthrealm and Outworld. The two warring factions exhausted themselves, destroyed buildings, sacrificed noble and powerful souls. Souls that found their way here, in the den of sin and decay, a volcanic prison from which none could escape. Shao Kahn and Raiden offered their best warriors in death on a platter in exchange for aid from the Netherrealm, unaware of Elder God Shinnok's designs for all of creation.



One such soul lingered in his grasp. A beautiful, noble soul. Trained in ten thousand years of assassin bloodshed, raised in the lavish house of a royal line. Her body spoke of Eden when she arrived. Taut firm abs, chocolate brown eyes, thick toned thighs, her very existence cascaded with the absolute perfection of her birth. When she arrived, she was a shining example of her people, the great promise of a future kingdom to be reborn as the paradise it once was.



Quan Chi laughed at the maggot she had become.



"Come to gloat again, vile sorcerer?"



Kitana seethed in the bondage of her own spirit-flesh. Months of torment. Months of shame. Months posed in sick new positions for the hordes of hell to ravage their angelic prize for all she was worth to them. Strong oni hands held her in suspension, legs splayed in wide loin-stretching splits, the laces of her top torn apart to expose the bruised tanned expanse of her Edenian breasts. Her eyes winced shut in anguish, head tossed back, a lone tear escaping from the corner and soaking into her mask as one of the Netherrealm's demons twisted her brown nipples into three full circles.



As Quan Chi approached the befouled princess, he admired the long months' destruction of her long-valued elegance.



Her hair, once soft and luxurious as fine silk, had caked into filthy greased tresses, clinging as one teeming mass of oil and grime. Few strays arose from the clustered black waterfall of her wild, coarse mane. Dripping with her eternal rape, she moaned through her mask, muscles quivering and bouncing with the next pound to her brutalized ass. Rotflies swarmed her soiled soul, her skin cast in a thick coat of her sweat, mingling crusted months-old demon cum with the fresh oozing flow to build a sexborne stench worthy of the Netherrealm's foulest whore. Armpit hair busheled thicker than the forest once made of her pubes before the dark wraiths of hell seared her loins into a permanent smooth landscape; all the better for their new pleasure slut to flaunt the pillar-loose devastation they left to her once virgin pussy.



"How does it feel to be a princess without a kingdom, Kitana?" Quan Chi asked. "To be thrown away like garbage by the Thunder God? To be replaced as Princess of Edenia and daughter of Sindel by a monstrous half-Tarkatan clone, while your righteous soul rots with the rest of the disgusting, discarded filth in this place?"



"Fuck off!" Kitana shouted, as the flies buzzed in her ear, as another thrust from the imp in front pillaged her womb. Every inch of her, inside and out, felt the sting of demonic taint, the burn of sizzling hot lust, the raw blunt trauma of battering rams and the deep slice of metal daggers swollen in the Netherrealm heat.



Her defiance endured in this rank pit, her mind steeled against the tortures a woman must endure to her body if she were captured by vile brutes. "I know what you're trying to do, Quan Chi. I will not give into despair. I will not sacrifice the last of my soul to your twisted goals! You may control my body, but it won't last forever."



Quan Chi answered, "As much as I love to hear your empty threats, has-been Princess, I would rather see your anguish as I remind you what you have become."



He stepped closer, around the small oni plowing Kitana's lower half, and made one quick, simple gesture. He tugged her blue mask from her face.



The assault was instant, and merciless. Kitana's lips curled into a disgusted scowl, her nose crinkled and crisped, as the smell of her ruined body invaded her senses. She fought the urge to gag as the raunchy feminine musk of her sweaty, greased-up body mingled like a flirtatious whore with the foul masculine stink of demon cum and escaped into the backroom of her sinuses. As her mind resisted service to Quan Chi, her soul and the body it projected in this pit devolved into the nasty sexual cesspool he wished to craft of her.



"You smell that, Kitana? That is the woman you have become," the sorcerer gloated. "You are no longer the proud warrior princess of Edenia, Kitana. You are no longer the shining hope to a lost and subdued people, no longer a great and good ally to the Elder Gods. You are our skank, the poster woman of the Netherrealm's power. Every beautiful part of your soul has been tainted with the ravages of sex, trained to accept the most gruesome of punishments with carnal delight. You will return to the battlefield in service to the Netherrealm, bearing with you proof through your stinking unclean form that even the best of women are but worms when faced with the might of our growing kingdom."



"Nice... nice speech, but you haven't broken my will."



Every word she said was tough, as through the fire and flames of the demons' rape, she felt another orgasm building within her loins. She buried her nose in her chest, to derail the train of pleasure with the sickening stench of her sour breasts, yet the last horror of her torment finally snapped into her head as she realized its true effect upon her. She liked it. In some sick, newly twisted part of her soul, her heart beat faster, her nipples winced harder, the aching red folds of her battered pussy soaked around the totem pole inside it.



Under the command of Quan Chi, she bent her elbows and groped her tits. She fondled them, squeezed them, mashed them as a dirty pair of fleshy oily orbs riddled with goosebumps. The action swiped her sweaty expanse into releasing their aroma, the princess one part gagging and another part whimpering in the throes of filthy hell sex.



"You understand now," Quan Chi gloated. "Though you may resist, your body cannot fight its training. The freedom you once enjoyed as a princess to offer glimpses at your sexy toned body while possessing the refined elegant tastefulness of a virgin is no more. You have been cursed, Kitana, and while you may yet find a release from my service, the disgusting stench you have come to enjoy will be forever stained on your soul as a reminder of your new existence as the Netherrealm's lowest skank."



"D-damn you Quan Chi... damn you..." Kitana panted harder, shuddering as climax crested like a tidal wave over her. "DAMN YOOOOOUUUU!"



Her howl, her lust screech echoed across the Netherrealm like a wayward banshee. The imp moved aside, as gallons of cum exploded from the princess' deep recesses. It splattered along hard molten earth, sizzling into fine vapor in the dank air. It dripped from her swelled wide ass as the demon pulled out, forming a short-lived pool for the insects calling Kitana their new home. They dropped her in a heaving, gasping mess at Quan Chi's feet as the excess of her months long ordeal poured out of her gaping holes.



"Rise, Kitana, foul slave whore of the underworld," Quan Chi ordered.



On tired, disused legs she struggled to her feet. Her body disobeyed her muscles' weakness and filled her master's demands to the letter. Her blue loincloth hid her cum-leaking loins as she moved clumped strands of her hair to cover her beleaguered breasts. She slipped her mask over her mouth and nose, sealing the lust-crippling stench apart from her senses. As flies whirled and danced about her, she produced daggers from her thighhigh boots and spread them into fans.



"Are you in fighting form, Kitana?" he asked.



"You will never win, Quan Chi," she said. "One day, our souls will break free from your control and fight back. We will make you pay for the suffering and indignities you have wrought upon us in the time you have power over our actions."



"A lofty dream with impossible chances, princess," he said. "Return to Outworld. Face your old allies. Show your mother Sindel and your new sister Mileena what you have become as our servant. And as they laugh at the stinking cumdumpster proclaiming herself the rightful heir to the throne, use your fans to blow them a nice whiff to remember you by."



Though choice words for the sorcerer waited on Kitana's lips, they drowned out with the ripping roar of a portal behind her. Her legs crouched low, and glaring at the monster soulless enough to befoul her, she flashed him a glance of her bare pussy from under her loincloth as she backflipped into the vanishing blue abyss.