Tarifa was dazed, unable to focus her eyes through the blood that dripped into them. She could hear the screams of pain and battle from her fellow comrades, but was powerless to go to their aide. The Alliance Assassins had appeared like phantoms within their ranks, seven of the deadly genetically engineered killing machines falling upon them without warning. Tarifa had been about to leap into the battle when something smashed against the back of her head, dropping her to the floor. She had felt herself dragged into another room while her fighters died, and then she was flipped over and her uniform was forced open, exposing her perfect 34D breasts to the male Elf who now knelt above her, a vicious grin on his face. His fist slammed into her face again, dazing her even more as he pulled at her uniform, forcing it down past her sleek hips, exposing her tanned skin to the rough and dusty surface of the floor.
The Elf worked quickly, his lust at seeing her delicious body exposed to him, blinding him to all else. He finally pulled one leg of her uniform off, and he saw the thin strip of soft black hair above her small pussy.
"What are you doing?" Tarifa gasped, trying to push him away as her senses slowly returned to her." I... I am your Queen!"
"..you're a bitch"! The elf yelled, punching her in the face again, splitting open her lips and causing stars to renew their dance in her eyes." Marcus is rewarding me well for helping him! The first part of that reward while the Alliance wipes out your precious soldiers is that I get to fuck you like the whore you are!"
Tarifa cried out in pain and humiliation as the male elf plunged his hard cock into her tight dry pussy. She could hear his grunts as he thrust deep with no regard for her pain or discomfort. He grabbed her arms as she attempted to strike him and he slammed them to the floor.
"This is your place Queen Tarifa!" He yelled, ramming his cock deeper into Tarifa's extremely tight cunt, and grunting with the effort. You are nothing more than a street whore to be used!
"No! Why why are you doing this?" Tarifa gasped, tossing her head back and forth in agony and humiliation.
"Why? Credits of course", The elf grunted as he plowed forward. "And the chance to fuck my untouchable Queen senseless! "He laughed. "You like it don't you Tarifa?"He gloated, mistaking the glint now evident in her sapphire blue eyes.
Tarifa's eyes flared angrily. She had always had long legs for her height, and she had spent hours upon hours toning and building her leg and ass muscles, until now she was regarded as having the finest ass of any High Elf alive. The hours of training also gave her legs incredible strength, and with a savage glint in her eyes she locked them around the small of the back of the elf male raping her. His eyes went wide when he felt the painful pressure in his back and he looked down into her face and saw not the humiliated Queen of the High Elves, but the fanged snarl of a hellion.
"NEVER!", Tarifa growled, clenching her stomach muscles and squeezing her legs even tighter.
"What what are you doing?" The man gasped, his face now filled with pain.
"Killing you dog,"Tarifa growled again, wrenching her arms free of his grasp and reaching up to rake his face with her nails.
Tarifa never had a chance to complete the action her mind was intent on conducting, and her eyes widened when she saw the Alliance assassin appear behind him. The assassin grinned savagely as he gazed upon her.
"She seems to be too much for you elf". He spoke with a chuckle.
Tarifa's eyes went even further when she heard the new screams from the other rooms, only these screams were not coming from her soldiers. She saw the Alliance assassins eyes widen and he turned quickly, only to stagger back just as quickly. When his body turned she understood why. Protruding from his misshapen head was the black hilt of a strange looking knife. It was firmly imbedded in the assassins skull and had killed him instantly.
Tarifa's eyes grew even wider when she saw the black clad apparition appear behind the male elf who was still attempting to unlock the death grip her legs had on him. He was attired in black from head to toe, the only thing visible were his gleaming dark brown eyes. Tarifa watched as if events were in slow motion as he reached forward, grabbed the male elf above her by his jaw and the back of his head, and twisted viciously. There was almost no effort as Tarifa heard the snapping of the traitors neck.
Tarifa rolled to the right as the howl filled the room, dragging the body of the now dead officer with her as another Alliance Assassin charged the black apparition from behind. Tarifa watched as the man, it had to be a man, moved with speed unlike anything she had ever witnessed. He dropped into a crouch as the Assassin swung the heavy blood stained blade, and the assassin lost his footing when his blade connected with nothing but air. The black apparition straightened up to his full height, which had to be over six feet by Tarifa's estimate, and snapped out with a powerful kick that connected to the assassins knee. She winced as she heard bone crunch and pop, and she watched as the apparition stepped in closer to the falling assassin and hit him with the heel of his palm directly in the chest area. Tarifa again winced as the blow crunched more bones and caused the assassin to stumble back.
"I smelled you coming from a mile away you ugly motherfucker!" The apparition spoke now, his hand filling with the strange assassin between the eyes with deadly precision.
Tarifa managed to extract the dead elf from her body and was now staring at the man as he turned back to her. She watched his deep brown eyes gaze upon her lush naked figure with absolutely no emotion before he leaned down and picked up her uniform from the floor where it had come off in her roll. He stepped up to her and squatted down, his eyes never leaving her face she noticed.
Martin reached up and pulled the nomex hood back, letting it drop and dangle behind his shoulders. He heard Tarifa gasp and returned his eyes to her, being very careful not to gawk at her completely naked and utterly divine body. He let his eyes gaze upon her face, focusing mainly on her incredible ears, and the tattoo on her neck, which looked to be identical in every way to the tattoo he wore on the back of his shoulder. Though one of her ears was stained with blood from the blow to her head, they looked very real, and very delicious. Martin shook that thought from his head, surprised at where it had come from, but he reached out slowly to try and touch her uninjured ear. With reflexes he didn't anticipate Tarifa slapped his hand away and pushed back from him. Martin looked at her face again, taking in the incredible sapphire eyes gazing upon him with a mixture of fear and bewilderment. He inhaled deeply and detected the scent of fear wafting from her pores, along with what he determined was her normal scent. That was what he focused on, and burned into his brain. She smelled distinctly of peach, even amidst the smell of blood and death all around them. His eyes once more went back to the tattoo and wondered how she could possibly have the exact same tattoo as him.
Tarifa held her breath in her chest as this man gazed on her. He was very tall, and taking in the way his black uniform fit him, incredibly muscular. She had never seen eyes like his before, liquid pools of dark brown that caught and held her. His lips appeared soft and delicate and they were slightly parted allowing her to see the tips of his canine teeth, which had lengthened to almost three quarters of an inch. Tarifa gasped as he moved with the speed of a striking pit viper, far faster than any Elf she had ever seen, causing her to press back up against the wall, as his face came within an inch of her. She closed her eyes, fearing the worst, and heard him breathe deeply almost directly next to her ear, then moving to her throat where his lips grazed her skin. Her eyes popped back open when she felt his face move away and she watched him as he held out her uniform. He set in on the floor in front of her.
"Skipper?"Julies voice interrupted Martins thoughts from his ear implant.
"Go!" Martin spoke.
"Boss the fighting must have alerted the others. Another group of those ugly things is moving on your location. Looks like about twenty of them."
"How long do we have?"
"They'll be all over you in five minutes, tops."
"Copy", Martin looked at Tarifa. "More of these things are coming. I am not here to hurt you, but if you want to live you need to come with us."
"Who who are you?" Tarifa asked softly.
Martin smiled," The good guys." He withdrew his K12 from the holster, causing Tarifa to flinch a little, and he set it on top of her uniform on the floor. "Its got sixteen shots left and it kicks a little. Pull yourself together and follow me."
Martin turned quickly and headed into the other room.
Tarifa entered the next room clutching the pistol Martin had given her in her small hand. She stopped when she saw three others dressed like him standing to the side of the windows, and only nine of her soldiers left, four of them seriously wounded. All of her people were watching the much taller and muscled members of Martins team, to include the brown haired female with fear and something akin to awe. Even Tarifa had to admit what she had seen was unbelievable. They had cut through a squad of Alliance assassins like a sickle through wheat.
"Skipper we cant stay here! "Danny spoke from the far window.
"Jules is there another entrance to the tunnel?" Martin asked quickly, Tarifa looking at him oddly.
"Theres an emergency hatch eighty meters to your east!" Julie answered into his question. "Better hurry Skipper."
Martin turned to Tarifa. "We need to go". He spoke.
"Who are you?"Tarifa asked him again.
Martin stepped up to her, towering over her five foot nine height by a good six inches. "You have a choice. Stay here and die, or come with us. Make it now. Were leaving."
It really was no choice at all and Tarifa nodded her head. The reason why she felt she could trust this man escaped her, but for the moment it didn't matter. They were no match for Alliance Assassins without these strange men and women.
"My wounded… I can not" Tarifa began to ask, but seeing Martin and the others in his team pick up the four seriously wounded Elves stopped her. Martin met her questioning eyes.
"We don't leave anyone behind". He spoke." Lets go."