(CW: Extreme depictions of violence and rape)

 

Eyes of turquoise reflected the flames and smoke that raged across the desolate dunes. The young man they belonged blinked, for moisture and heat stung. His clean shaven face was twisted into an expression of horror, while he stole glances at quivering hands.

 

Where there had once stood a small town, now lay debris and ruin. Humble hovels that held families where now hollowed out husks swimming in fiery infernos. Their inhabitants’ ashes polluted the air, seeping through the young man’s lungs.

 

He was cast in shadow. The instrument of destruction loomed besides him. Sturdy legs of metal led to a bulky, imposing yet utilitarian torso. Printed near the right shoulder of the mecha, was a number, “07”. It was the same number he bore on the same location on his skintight battle suit.

 

With the wind carried a voice, that of a woman’s. It was faint, yet full of distress. It did not originate from the smoldering debris, but instead from the opposite direction. Turning around, he spotted the four other mechs he traveled with, all casting their long shadows over the sandy terrain. The young man paid them no heed as he dashed in the direction of her voice.

 

Peering around the leg of the next mecha closest to him, he spotted the one to whom the voice belonged to. Her back was braced against the metallic bulk of the leg, while her face, young, yet tainted with dirt and blood, was nearly listless. Life still remained in her eyes, but it was as if her very soul had shut down. Tears trickled down hollow cheeks, as she let out another gasp.

 

She was not alone. Another, a man had straddled lecherously over her. He was clad in the same uniform as the youngster, but his trousers had been pulled down. Long, luscious black hair wove and furled like that of a wolf, as his hips thrust into her. There was no passion, nor desire within these movements, instead, he operated more like that of a piston that drove the engines of their machines of war.

 

The boy cleared his throat, compelling the older man to immediately cease his motions. His head veered about, revealing two narrow, predatory eyes. Had the youngster been more affected by the heat, he could have easily hallucinated horns sprouting from his impressive mane. He speculated that the name of his captain, “Lucifer”, was no accident.

 

Lucifer glowered as he spotted the young man standing a short distance away. “What is it, Bosco, you want a turn on this broad?” he snarled, although his offer illicited a small smirk from his thin lips.

 

Bosco wove his hands and shook his head, “N-no sir … our target, she’s been sighted 10 kilometers to the northwest. S-she’s headed east so I’ve planned out our new ro-”

 

The captain’s raised hand immediately ceased the boy’s stuttering. With a disappointed huff, he turned back to the listless woman.

 

“Well girlie, this sniveling snot’s cutting off my fun … farewell.”

 

Her eyes widened upon realization. Any protest she possessed was immediately cut off, as cloved hands curled around her neck. Her mouth opened, yet not even air could escape. Pleading eyes veered to Bosco. Despair filled them, as the boy’s own frightened expression rendered any chance at assistance to nil.

 

Lucifer’s fingers dug into her flesh. Then, followed a sickening crunch. Her head jerked and shuddered, before hanging down at an unnatural angle.

 

He released the corpse, before reaching down next to it. Lucifer retrieved the object, a large smoking pipe, bringing it up to his face. Smoke exited the end of it as his trousers were pulled up. The captain braced his back against the mecha’s leg, next to his discarded conquest, while continuing to glare at Bosco.

 

With the pipe in his mouth, he growled, “Let’s suit up then boy, on the double. We’ll have to hope whatever booty we’ve procured here will remain.”

 

Bosco nodded, resigned, “Yes sir.” Yet, he found his legs frozen, while his sight could not move off of the woman’s corpse, and her empty gaze, frozen in anguish.

 

“Stop standing there like an imbecile!”

 

The young man was immediately shaken from his stupor. As Lucifer rose up from his own seat, he muttered under his breath, “Pff, still soft….”

 

As Bosco dashed for his own mech, Lucifer removed the pipe from his mouth. He inverted it, tapping out the rest of the packed leaves. The smoldering ashes fell upon the woman’s face. A boot was then brought down, twisting and turning, until every ember was smothered.

 

…

 

The five mechs ventured further into the desert. Blue skies and a clear view soon yielded to heavy winds. Clouds of sand, dust and debris obscured their surroundings. Nothing, aside from the immediate vicinity could be discerned, even with the mecha’s advanced optical sensors.

 

Of the five, Lucifer’s lead from the front. While the chassis’ of his squad were all identical, his was painted a shade of black, save for light markings and numbers strewn across the torso. All mecha’s wielded an assortment of weapons, dependent to their role, from wrist mounted blunderbuss, to long-range gauss cannons. No matter, these were platforms capable of catastrophic destruction.

 

The longer the mecha’s ventured, the longer their mechanical footfalls caused the sands to shudder and shake, the thicker the dust clouds became. Bosco had to squint his eyes, even from the safety of his cockpit, in order to even make out the silhouette's of his squadmates. The equipment surrounding him, and his HUD were worn, weathered things, clearly having seen better days. Even the upholstery of the seat he was strapped to was chipped and thinning.

 

Turning to another screen, in cathode quality, he was able to determine from the graph, the progress on their planned route.

 

Pulling down a communication device from it’s holster, he announced to the rest, “We have only 2 kilometers of radar visibility, proceed with caution.”

 

“Caution’s for you water boy,” drawled the tone of the second-in-command of Appa. Her voice sounded as if it were passed through sandpaper. “I’m going to tear this bitch to ribbons.”

 

“Leave some fun for me,” insisted the captain, “I’ve never had my way with a woman who has a body count bigger than mine.”

 

Another voice, that from “Scorpion,” chimed in. “The boss wishes her dead right?” he queried, each syllable appearing to slip and slide through the contours of the speakers, “With her gone, he’ll be able to smuggle narcotics through a new route through the Mobula pass.”

 

“What the boss won’t know won’t hurt him,” Lucifer assured, “As long as she’s dead by the end of today.”

 

Bosco’s eyes veered back to his chart, “We’re approaching her projected destination.”

 

The squadron had fallen under shadow. Mountains loomed just ahead, marking the end of the desert. The stony terrain was still just as dry and barren. And, while the sandstorm had somewhat subsided, the towering rocky formations still appeared as mere outlines.

 

A bead of sweat trickled down his brow, as Bosco surveyed the other instruments upon his console. No matter which screen had his attention, no signs of their target manifested.

 

“She better be there boy,” sneered the voice of his captain over the intercom.

 

Bosco’s voice trembled as he assured, “Our drones have been able to keep track…”

 

“Those drones are unreliable,” Lucifer objected, “I don’t even know what we saw was her. They spotted something too big to be a normal person. It certainly wouldn’t have been human, I haven’t fought a creature that big since-”

 

“Captain,” notified another mech pilot, labeled “Momo” on the comms, “I’ve got visual, but … it can’t be right.”

 

The young mech pilot could now observe what Momo had. There was a new silhouette that stood a descent distance in front of the squad. Part of it appeared to be waving and billowing in the wind, resembling a flickering flame. Yet, just enough of the entity could be made out, enough to determine it was at least it was humanoid.

 

Howling winds diminished to a whimper, as the dust cloud began to dissipate. Bosco focused his optical sensors upon their purported target. It appeared this particular individual was clad in a ratty sand-colored cloak which obscured the rest of their body. The cloak, however, did not obscure the face of the stranger. They were of a pale complexion. Were it not for a plethora of scars, the skin would have been smooth and youthful.

 

Indeed, the face he attempted to study was that of a woman’s. Her raven hair was tussled by the wind, before falling to her shoulders. Strong, yet messy bangs covered one of her eyes, while the radiant, purple iris of the other was barely visible. Her expression remained as still as the stones of the mountain, despite her close proximity to the five machines of war.

 

The young mech pilot bit his lip in confusion. His brow furled, as if trying to peer through a dense fog, even though the sandstorm had died down. Judging from the distance between the mechs, how she sized up appeared extraordinary. If his mech’s optics were not playing tricks on him, Bosco would have to hazard a guess that she stood as tall as their machines, if not a head taller.

 

His own heart began to race. The giantess’s gaze remained steady. Her singular, visible eye exuded the impression that it was staring straight at him. Not once, did he observe it blinking.

 

There was something else, a peculiar, alien sensation that raced through his veins. His cheeks felt hot in response, though he knew not why.

 

From within Lucifer’s cockpit, the captain had gone still. His skin had gone clammy and pale. Despite the cramped, heated environment, he shivered, as if he were trapped in a blizzard. Shaking his head, he put on a scowl, as he muttered to himself, “Oh … so you are a big one. But this time, I’ve got better hardware.”

 

Lucifer nearly spat into his communicator as he ordered, “Scorpion, fall back. The rest of you, formation Chadius-Sigma.”

 

The mech that had been armed with a great, two handed rifle began to retreat from the field. Meanwhile, the remainder shuffled into a formation that resembled a diamond. Appa’s and Momo’s machines took the wings, while Bosco brought up the rear. Lucifer’s mecha stood at the front, the mechanical arms making way to it’s waist-mounted armaments.

 

Despite the movements of the mecha, the giantess did not budge.

 

“Once we get in range, waste her, don’t waste time, got it?” barked the Captain.

 

He was met with a chorus from each of his underlings, as they all shouted, “Yes sir!”

 

The giantess finally made her move. One of her arms shifted, yanking off her massive cloak, allowing the remaining winds to carry it away like a loose tarp. Underneath, she was clad in a mangled pair of gray trousers, which ended with nothing but gauze and cloth wraps around her feet. Her chest was bare, leaving taut, firm breasts exposed to the elements. Bosco could not but help gawk at the warrior’s physique. It appeared to be chiseled from stone. Her mighty arms bulged with brawny biceps, while her toned deltoids gave her shoulders an imposing appearance. Rigid, defined abs shaped her stomach, each abdominal appearing formidable enough to resist sufficient firepower.

 

However, the giantess had not been caught unarmed. A relatively thin strap ran down her shoulder, through her chest. It held in place, a sheathed sword which was perched securely on her back. While the mecha’s approached, she made no moves to wield it.

 

The tension of approaching battle appeared to weigh down upon the landscape. Another powerful breeze swept through, kicking up dust. Weapons of war were brought to bear on their target, the heat of potential destructive energy warming their barrels.

 

What occurred next was evocative of an explosion. The mechs opened fire, their projectiles rattling the very desert. Momo’s mech sported a shoulder mounted gattling gun, and it spun as it sent it’s leaded payload towards the giantess. Tracer rounds were fired with a frequency, that it appeared the repeater was unleashing a bright orange beam.

 

The colossus maneuvered swiftly. So much so, it appeared that she had vanished. Bosco reoriented his mech, his eyes flying across the various instruments within the cockpit.

 

Yet, for all his efforts, it was the giantess who would notify the rest where she was. Her athletic frame had materialized to the rear of Appa’s mech. Her purple eye glared down at the machine, as it whirled about to face her. Appa’s own blunderbuss began to rotate, attempting to counter the titaness.

 

“So fas-”

A brawny fish crashed into the weapon, causing it to detach and crumple. One of the mech’s free hands wielded a comparatively short blade, thrusting it towards the enemy. The titaness was quicker. Before the knife met its mark, two of her fingers crashed into the center of the mech, through the cockpit. Appa could only let out a scream, as digits, even larger than her body, slammed into her, and instantaneously crushing her. Debris, organs and blood splattered the interior, before the fingers retreated, pulling out of the now derelict machine.

 

“Appa …” Bosco whimpered, his ears, an audience to her last moments, “just like that.”

 

“She’s toast,” growled Lucifer through the comms, “focus boy!”

 

No sooner had Appa’s mech fallen, did the titaness turn her attention towards Bosco. He fumbled at the controls, but managed to arm his own weapons systems. Metallic panels retracted at the shoulders of the machine, revealing rows upon rows of missiles. Orange rocket fuel flashed, as trails of smoke sputtered from these launchers. The ordinance streaked towards the rushing giant, yet, with the nimbleness of a dancer, she wove and juked out of the way of every warhead. Brilliant infernos disturbed the dunes as the missiles impacted the ground in a fruitless effort.

 

Bosco would not get another attempt. The giantess was now a breath away from his mech. Strong arms wrapped around the metallic torso. The young man swallowed a wad of saliva as he made out veins and sinew bulging as the titaness began to squeeze his own mech in a deadly hug. Titanium bent and yielded to flesh. Internal alerts drowned out all other ambiance within the cockpit, as Bosco could only curl his arms over his head.

 

He let out a scream, but it was not from his crushing demise. A brilliant, massive, purple beam of light had pierced through the cockpit, cutting at his own side. Had he kept his arms down, his right would be nothing but a cauterized stump.

 

“Well, at least you ain’t complete deadweight boy.” sneered Lucifer.

 

His mecha retracted its arms, yanking out the purple energy sword buried within the torso of Bosco’s own machine. Swiftly, the free mechanical limb swung round, knocking his underling out of the way. Within the young pilot’s cockpit exposed wires sparked, and displays dimmed and flickered. He clutched his bleeding side while he was tossed about as his mech fell.

 

Lucifer allowed himself a wide grin. The titaness was grimacing, as blood seeped from a fresh wound near her stomach. She had hunched over, blood spilling out of her mouth. Yet, her eye, her only visible eye, remained affixed to Lucifer.

 

Momo’s mech approached from behind, his gattling gun trained on the crippled colossus. The man within stole a glance towards Bosco’s crippled machine.

 

“Captain … was that really necessary?”

 

The slippery voice of Scorpion chimed in, “I don’t enjoy missing our missile support.”

“Shut the fuck up you two, we’ve won,” barked the Captain, “The boy’s savvy with his tech, a little cut like that won’t slow him down.”

 

The hands of the giant woman began to tremble. Her jaw began to tighten, revealing clenched teeth, as she continued to glare at Lucifer’s mecha.

 

Lucifer’s beam sword was pointed at her. Greedy eyes surveyed the best spot to penetrate the towering titan. The captain’s own breathing grew heavy as he weighed his options. “Well, it’s been fun you big bitch. To be honest, you had this coming. If you had the jump on me, you probably would have had me for dinner, but let me just say …”

 

His blade was pulled back, winding up for a swing. Soaking in the last defiant look of the woman, Lucifer finished his thoughts, “... I don’t sit well in the stomach.”

 

When he swung, the blade appeared to widen into a fan, a sheet of deadly light cutting everything in its way. Yet, just before the beam sword met its mark, the titaness vanished.

 

“Damn it!” the captain growled, “For a big girl, you’re a big scaredy cat aren’t ya!”

 

Momo immediately rushed to Lucifer’s position. He had placed himself to his captain’s back, facing his own machine away. Gears and pistons churned and whirred as he rotated his own machine’s torso, attempting to scan the surrounding landscape.

 

Scorpion’s own mech, meanwhile, was still in the thick of the sandstorm. His long rifle had to be balanced by two of his machine’s arms. The man within the cockpit squinted at the screen, his own search fruitless.

 

“I can’t see her, where did she even go-”

 

It was in that moment, that the titaness appeared, right up against the mecha’s back.

 

Scorpion could have made an attempt to bring his machine out of the way. He could have brought his massive sniper rifle around to squeeze off one gauss round. Yet, he could do none of those things, for he was already dead.

 

Down the center his machine parted, bisected perfectly in half. The man wore an expression of shock, as he too, was split down the middle. In such a clean manner was the slice, that his innards, from his bones, muscles and organs, were perfectly visible as the two halves of his body separated.

 

For what appeared an eternity, the halved mech appeared to float in the air. Then, it all detonated. Orange flames billowed out as activated volatiles consumed the frame of Scropion’s machine, before black smoke stained the dust clouds. In an instant, there was nothing of the squad’s sniper, aside from falling bits of metal.

 

The giantess appeared nonplussed by the explosion. She instead held her stance, with one of her arms fully extended, wielding her now-unsheathed blade. Her legs had her crouched down, taking the momentum of the swing.

 

Bosco was not alerted to Scorpion’s demise. He fumbled and tinkered with the electronics within the cockpit, repairing cut wiring, rerouting other power systems, and yanking out defective parts. Taking a moment to wipe his sweltering brow, he was overcome with another bout of pain. Lucifer’s wound into his side had been agitated once more. Still, the young man pressed on, as desperation for survival took over.

 

Lucifer and Momo, meanwhile, still stood back to back. Lucifer had angled his beam sword into a defensive posture, while Momo swept the horizon with his gattling gun.

 

They did not have to wait long. From within the desert, emerging from the dust cloud, came the giantess. She was in a full sprint, with her katana resting against her shoulder. Her steady glare was directed towards Momo’s mech as she approached.

 

“I’ve got her, she’s on my side Captain!” Momo shouted, as he fired off his weapon. A brash racket of red-hot lead was sent towards the titaness. Her sword was brought to bear, slashing through the rapid procession of shells. So quick were her movements, that her blade appeared to be in multiple places at once.

 

The distance between her and Momo shrank rapidly. He attempted to pull his mech back, but accidentally crashed into his Captain.

 

“Captain, we need to retrea-”

 

A fist careened forwards, crashing through the rotating barrel of the gattling gun. It crumpled and shredded to ribbons, unable to accommodate the titaness’s muscular arm. Her sword then swung horizontally, cutting Momo’s mech at the waist.

 

The mech’storso fell upon its back. Wasting no time, the titaness brought a foot upon the cockpit. It easily crashed through, plastering Momo against her cloth-wrapped sole. As her foot continued to smash through the torso of the mech, its hapless pilot was shredded in the process.

 

She pulled her foot out, as if she had just stepped in a pile of dung. Her sword at the ready. Lucifer spared no thought in morning his companion, as he had launched into the air. His blade swung downwards, angling towards the woman’s head.

 

Bosco’s screen flickered to life. He attempted to adjust his mech’s optics, before catching a view of the battle. His captain and the giantess matched each other strike for strike with their blades. Lucifer appeared adept in the art of fencing, leading Bosco to suspect he was a sea pirate in some other life. Their enemy, however, was quick to parry, though none of her inhuman speed was on display just yet.

 

The young man still had to focus on the task at hand. He flicked a switch, then let out a delightful shout, declaring, “Missile control restored, now I can help!”

 

His mech did not need to rise from the ground in order to unleash its payload. Hails upon hails of warheads pelted the battlefield. Yet, he had managed to angle this hail of destruction towards the giantess. Lucifer felt little need to dodge.

 

Yet, dodge the giantess did, as she flipped into the air, before angling her body in such a matter to avoid Bosco’s attack a second time. Yet, this effort was not fruitless. Shockwaves from one of the missiles caused her to lose her grip on her sword, and it spun away, out of her reach.

 

Lucifer rose to meet her, his beam sword glaring brighter than ever.

 

“I got you now!”

 

Steam appeared to exude off of the giantesses body. Her olympian physique bulged, every muscle growing. Her nostrils flared, as a feminine, yet deep, savage yell exited her mouth. Flash stepping directly to the front of Lucifer’s mech, he hands began to fly quickly once more, as rapid taps of her fingers clanged against the machine’s hull.

 

“ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT”

 

Both combatants landed. Both appeared unharmed and standing, all for but an eternity.

 

The sword hand of Lucifer’s mecha then dislodged and crashed to the ground. Lucifer grimaced within his cockpit, clutching his own arm, as if he had suffered the wound. His cockpit was then invaded, as five fingers crashed through, before ripping away the protective layer. Outside lay the giantess’s face, as stone-faced as ever. But, if he were to gaze deeply into the eye of his adversary, he would discover a foreboding addition of vengeful rage.

 

Her hand curled around the captain, and yanked him from his seat. His hurting arm was still strapped in, and so was ripped from his body, as he was ripped from his mech. A blood curdling scream exited Lucifer, as he kicked and squirmed in her grip.

 

He was brought to her face. Underneath her bangs, he could see her second eye, or what remained of it, buried underneath several scars. Hot air smothered him, courtesy of her open mouth. Upon seeing the array of white teeth, and a maw that could easily swallow him, Lucifer’s curses towards her, became pleas.

 

“No, not agai-”

She bit down, her incisors amputating both of his knees. His stumps still thrashed, sending blood flying out onto her palm.

 

The giantess’ cheeks puffed, as she swirled Captain Lucifer’s limbs in her mouth. Her nose curled, and she spat out what she had eaten. Spit, tainted a light shade of pink, careened down. The captains detached knees were caught in the wad of saliva. It crashed down upon Lucifer, causing him to gurgle on the blood-stained fluid.

 

A grunt exited the giantess’s mouth, as a finger from her other hand was brought to bear on Lucifer. By then, the spit had pooled, and thus, her digit was used to submerge his entire head into it. He was kept submerged, until he ceased to move.

 

Pulling her finger away, the giantess shot a look of pure disgust at the corpse in her hand. Her wrist turned, and the notorious captain was dropped unceremoniously onto the ground.

 

Her ear catches the whine of another round of missiles. Bosco’s mech was upright, and had fired it’s wrist mounted dumbfire warheads. The giantess, however, used her wrists to knock the missiles away.

 

Bosco did not even have time to register the futility of his attack, before she was upon him. Two fingers were thrust into the body of the mech, before being dragged up it, tearing away the metal, and exposing his cockpit as well. The boy let out a blood-curdling scream, before these two finger ripped him from his mech as well.

 

On the sweaty palm, Bosco could only shake and shudder. Words could not form in his mouth, as he could now fully take in, the titaness’s monstrous muscles up close, and the scars that ran down them. Her hand was stained with blood and oil, some of it which had coated his mech suit.

 

Her eyes remained fixed upon him, yet she did not act. He wondered if the toll of battle had worn away at his mind, but he could swear, her cheeks had taken on a bit of red. Yet, whatever that could mean, Bosco would not have long to speculate.

 

He was brought up to her mouth. He begged and begged at her. His hands desperately pushed back at her approaching maw, but to no avail. Her teeth clamped down, tearing away at his mech suit, practically stripping him nude.

 

Tears began to roll down his eyes, as he was pressed into her lips. His heart beat rapidly for several reasons, while sensations he thought he should not have felt, tingled their way through out his naked, vulnerable body. A slimy tongue caressed his face, before traveling down his torso, and teasing his nethers.

She relented, leaving Bosco coated in a light smattering of saliva. Now, there was no doubt she was blushing, and while he was free from the domain of her mouth, she was not finished with him.

 

He was brought against her breasts. Those bare mounds, were taut and firm to the touch, well-supported by the muscles within her chest. The giantesses engorged nipple received the most attention from her massage, as Bosco was forced into the gland. Round and round he rubbed it, as his own emotions betrayed him, letting out a pathetic moan.

 

In the middle of these lewd motions, he could only muster a, “S-stop …. please.”

 

To his surprise, she did stop, but not before raising her arms, and slapping Bosco into her armpits. Putrid, feminine sweat invaded his senses, clouding his mind, and only hastening his arousal. Salty liquid invaded his throat, while the moist, tender skin seemed to such him in.

 

Her hand retreated, compelling him to cough and sputter. He could only imagine how utterly helpless and pathetic he appeared to her. And, such was the fate of the pathetic in the desert, to be used and tossed aside.

 

Bosco slammed against her rock hard abs. Through his clouded mind, he could testify that they were even more durable and tough than the metal upon his mech. His breathing became rapid, as he was forced to inhale the scent of her skin. Every ridge he was pulled over on her belly, brought him closer to the brink.

 

A scream exited him again, but it was of a different nature. At the climax of pleasure, he ejaculated. His member sputtered and squirted, staining the vast canvas of her six pack with a quaint quantity of fluid.

 

Motion had ended. Bosco laid back into the giantess’s palm, humiliated and defeated. His own forearm covered his face in shame.

 

But, curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to gaze upon her face once more. And, to his surprise, she smiled.

 

Her fingers curled around him, covering his naked form like a blanket. The giantess retrieved her sword, before venturing into the mountains. Now, she had something to fight for.