Hell's Bitch

As John and Lo'kna dashed madly through the decimated base, it seemed that the barks of the pinkie's were everywhere.

The she-imp's eye widened in fear.

"John! JOHN! It's a hunting brood! The first one we heard was just a scout. We can't fight them all!"



"Listen.. Lo'kna, for one thing, I have no intention of fighting them. This plasma rifle is only at half charge, and I'm no great warrior. And for another thing, can I just call you 'Lo?' You're name is hard to pronounce."



Stupid human, thought Lo'kna. Doesn't he understand what's going on here?

"Yes," she snapped, "But we need to get off the ground.. high into the air somewhere. They can't climb or jump well."



They rounded a corner and stopped behind some boxes for a breath. John looked up.

"Hey! What about that? It's an air duct. Would they be able to reach that?"

"No...That should work," said Lo.

A Pinkie barked.. they were much closer now.

John suddenly reached over and grabbed Lo by the waster, boosting her upwards towards the open grate.

"What are you doing!?!" she hissed.

"Get in there! If you can, help pull me up. If you can't, just run for it."

Lo's eyes widened as she scrambled into the vent. She managed to maneuver around in the spacious air duct... but paused. She only had a slim chance of escape with this human. If she were to turn him in, her life would not be taken and she could go free. Free. Not the right word. It would be back to the same old thing. Getting Hell-knights and all their minions forced on her. This human respected... even loved her. Her choice was clear.



John heard another bark, just around the corner. He spun around with his plasma rifle. Maybe he had misjudged her and she had taken off. Well, he'd go down fighting anyway. Someone tapped him on the head. He looked up, and saw Lo's smiling face. Everything above her waist was dangling out of the air vent, and she was using the spines on her legs and her foot-claws to dig in.

"Coming?"

She reached down and he reached up, and together, they managed to make the height of the air vent. Lo strained with all her might as she struggled to pull John up. He let go of her one arm as she pulled him up sharply, and grabbed hold of the edge of the vent. He and Lo struggled to get back into the vent, which was largely plugged by Lo's lithe, curvacious body. Just then, the first of the pinkies rounded the corner and spotted the duo striving to get into the vent.Lo saw the demon and gave a terrified squeal. With a tremendous heave, the two lovers tumbled into the air duct.

John found his face firmly nestled in the cleft of Lo's voluptuous breasts. He kissed her golden-brown bosom before turning around and pulling the vent grating closed again, leaving an angry and frustrated pinkie scrabbling at the bottom of the wall, making a few, vain, stupid attempts to jump to the grate, which was far out of it's reach.

John and Lo moved farther up the shaft to put a little more comfortable distance between themselves and the hunting brood, where they both collapsed, breathing heavily.



"Man," said John, "For a minute there, Lo, I thought you were going to split. I wouldn't blame you, I guess, but I sure am happy you didn't."



Lo reached up and cradled the side of John Stalvern's face with her hand and drew him closer gently.

"I considered it. But then, I realized what you did for me. You let me go first... you didn't even know if I would help you... No one has ever thought of me before."



John kissed her, long and hard, but his common sense was able to overcome his lust for the shapely demon.

"Lo, we can't do this now. We have to get out of here."

"How do you plan to get off the planet," asked Lo, "do you have a ship? Are there any left?"

"I don't know... but we can't stay in one place. We have to keep moving, otherwise we WILL be found and caught."



They continued crawling along the air duct, trying to find a way out. The ventilation system proved to be too good of a hiding spot. It was like a maze, without any exits. They were wandering around for almost two hours, when suddenly, they heard a noise.

It echoed in a funny fashion, but they managed to follow it to a large grate. It would be big enough for them to fit through, but there was obviously something on the other side.... wait.. make that TWO somethings.

Lo leaned down close to the grate. The lights were on the fritz again, making it hard to see, even for her eyes.



"John... I think someone... someone is MATING down there. That's what it sounds like,"



"OH YESSSSSS!!! DEEPER! AH! AH! AH! YES!"



John blinked at Lo

"I think you're right."

Just then, the lights flickered on again; John and Lo bumped heads in their rush to see what was going on. They gasped. Another she-imp was getting her ass drilled by a technician, still in his lab coat. She was squealing softly each time he pushed into her, and it looked like they had almost reached their climax. It cam suddenly and thunderously, as both of them shouted in unison as they came. John took the opportunity to undo the grate while they were making so much noise.

However, when he dropped down through the grate, the two lovers on the floor stopped instantly, as the imp shrieked and the techie spun around, seeing John's plasma rifle.



"DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! Please! She isn't like the rest of them! please!" he cried.



"Don't worry. Relax. I think I have an idea what happened here; I had a little run-in with a spicy imp myself," said John, and Lo used that as the perfect cue to drop down next to him



"Oh.." said the techie, pulling up his pants quickly at the sight of a space marine and a nude imp behind him, "My name's Gordon. Doctor Richard Gordon. And this... is Xi."



The four of them eyed each other up carefully. Dr. Gordon was a good several inches shorter than Stalvern, and with his finely groomed black hair and solid chin, he looked almost Italian. Xi looked scrawny and small next to Lo'kna. Lo's curvaceous form and large, firm breasts contrasted with Xi's slim appearance. However, Xi didn't looked anorexic, just very slim, with the build of a more delicate sprinter. She clung to Dr. Gordon's arm both protectively and just a tad bit fearful, as if holding her lover gave her extra strength. Lo knew the feeling.



"We have to get out of here," said John frantically, "With all the noise you're making, you're lucky you didn't have a dozen hell knight's banging on the door!"



"Actually," said the doctor, "The room is sound proof. You see, this was one of the holding rooms for various experiments, devices, even dis-orderly people. It has reinforced walls and a solid titanium door. When everything when crazy, I ran in here and locked the door. That's when I found out I wasn't the only one hiding in here." he threw a sheepish grin to Xi.



"Great, that's terrific," hissed Lo, "But did you see how easily we got in? and we can't stay here forever. We'd have to get out eventually."

"She's right," said John, "It would be easy for one of those flaming head/skull things to come flying through the air vent. Do you know of any way we could escape?"



Doctor Gordon thought for a moment, and began pacing. Finally he seemed to come up with something.

"Listen. The last supply ship left before things went bad. Geez, it may have been the one that brought that crazy rookie Taggart whose been raising Hell on the demon's own turf. OFFICIALLY, there aren't any ships docked. But I'll bet there is at least one of the old ore shuttles in one of the far hangar bay. They stopped using those years ago, and one by one, they've been melted down for scrap."



"Then how is that going to help us? Some useless junk heap?"



"No! We are talking the Durma X-12 model here. Those things were made for the early colonization. As tough as sin, and they almost never broke down. Best of all, they were also certified as emergency escape vessels, which means they have an interplanetary grade engine! We just have to reach them. I've only got a pistol, and you have that.. uh..."

"Plasma Rifle"

Lo halted them.

"Two guns against the legions of Hell? Xi and I won't be much use, as we can't cast firballs. We need to find some secret route. Is there any way we could use the air vents again?"



Doctor Gordon whipped out his palm pad and tapped on it for a minute.

"We can get close..... but we will have to travel the last leg in the open. The vent system can only take us so far. But it shouldn't be hard to make it from there."



John swept Lo into his arms, pressing her against his chest as he french-kissed her warm, read lips. Her long, serpentine tongue intertwined around his own. As they pulled apart his looked at her.

"Lo! We're gonna get outta here!"





To be continued.



NOTE: Sorry bout the long time between updates. Also, to uber Doom junkies, I've kind of been combing elements of the original Doom and the DoomIII elements, so things may seem a little messed up to loyal fans of either one. Sorry.

Also.. yes, i know, not much sex in this chapter, but hey... it needs some plot filler to keep it going, right?