Starcraft: Captive of the Queen of Blades.

[Ravenloft]

Jimmy Raynor tossed and turned in a drink induced sleep, dreaming about that horrible day he lost Kerrigan to a swarm of zerg. He could hear her pleas for help as though her were right there. Then she was overrun and static on the com was all that remained. He woke with a start, bathed in a cold sweat. "Fuck!" He shouted, rubbing shaky hands against his face. Things were NOT going well, work was scarce, thanks to Mengsk's bullshit propaganda against him and his men. His men... He could feel they were close to a breaking point, ready to mutiny, and just throw him out an airlock.

"Jimmy..." He swore he heard someone whisper his name, but looking about the dark room while his heart raced, he saw nothing, and no one. "Kerri?" He asked, but of course got no reply. He scoffed at himself. "Don't do this to yourself man..." He was pouring a shot of whiskey for himself, 'to settle his nerves', so he could get some more sleep before he went back to the bridge.

Something struck the ship and he lurched off balance, losing his hold on the bottle, watching it careen toward the gunmetal grey floor, seemingly in slowmotion. The com came to life, sputtering and crackling. "We are under attack!"

"No shit..." Raynor shot back, knowing they couldn't hear him. It would be alright though, he told himself, this old beast of a battlecruiser had been through alot, and he was sure it would make it through whatever was happening now.

Still, he raced to his locker, retreiving his ol trusty laser carbine. "Lock and load." He grunted as he threw the strap of it over his head and stood, making his way toward the door of his cabin. Another impact, and he stumbled, falling back in his bed. "Fuck, that was close." He growled, recognizing it as a breach in the hull.

*Pangk!* Something suddenly dented the sliding door of his chambers. Something clawlike... He realized as he looked up and another dent appeared. "A focused attack? By the Zerg?" He mumbled, dumbfounded. "But how... Why?!" Another dent formed, and another, then a bone claw penetrated, tugged and ripped a gash in the solid metal door.

A glowing eye looked through the hole and a gargling hiss chilled Raynor to the bone. "Come on, come get some!" He shouted, lifting his carbine firing at the hole. A howl of animalistic pain was his reward. "Hahah! It gets the red out!" He spat.

Several more dents erupted then, making it clear that there were multiple zerg on the other side, all hell-ent on getting into his room. The cold chill of doom passed through him, but he shrugged it off, like a good soldier. "If I'm goin down, I'm taking more than one of you mother fuckers with me!" He shouted, opening fire again, just as the first burst through the door, sundered by a mass of claws and teeth.

It was all a blurred shower of flesh and icor in the next few moments as zergling after zergling burst appart with each blast of Raynor's carbine. But, like they always did, they kept comming... He was overwhelmed.

The last thing he remembered was being pinned under the squirming, twitching mass of a dying zergling, another circling him, pinning his arm and neck to the steel, grated floor with a chittering growl. "Come on, come one, do it!" Raynor shouted, hoping, praying for a quick death, but somehow knowing that he'd not be so lucky.

The dog-like creature bent its face over his and snarled, showing yellowing fangs which dripped viscous spittle in his face. "Come on, do i" *Hurk!* He began to taunt again, recieving a mouth full of slimey fluid instead. He choked and gagged on it, but reflexively swallowed some.

Whatever it was, it worked quick, leaving his arms and legs limp and suddenly numb. "Thank you..." He choked out before slipping into the cold, silent embrace of unconciousness.

*Some time later*

The first thing to come back to Raynor was his hearing, and the slurching sound of wet, spoungy meat being walked on was the first thing he heard. He still couldn't feel his limbs, see, or smell. Feeling came back, and he felt his arms and legs being forced into something that felt like thick, warm pudding. Then his sense of smell came back, registering the scent of a peculiar musk, which reminded him of sex.

He shook his head, opening his eyes wide, now that he could, but all they registered was the blurry fog of movement. Something was in here with him. "H-hello?" He called out, his voice weak and strained.

 

[Wargarble]

In the depths of a giant living organism Kerrigan strolled through a tunnel. Bioluminescent glands in the walls glowed brightly at her passing, filling the canal with light. A sphincter in the wall widened before her, the large muscle loosening to allow her passage through the "doorway". The queen smirked at the notion she still thought of such things as a human would, when now she was so much more.

The clack of bone on chitinous plate gave way to the squelch of flesh as she entered the chamber. The walls illuminated dimly revealing the room. There he was, her prize, the one thing her transformation hadn't been able to strip her of desire for.

Kerrigan looked on as Jim Raynor was carefully manouvered to lay atop a large, soft mound in the center of the room. Openings appeared and his bare legs were fed into them, the soft tubes clamping down around each muscular upper-leg, the suction ensuring he couldn't pull free. Two more extended down from the low ceiling. Kerrigan stepped forward to lift his arms into position, holding them high as the large hollow tentacles enveloped his arms to the bicep.

As the extremeties of the chamber pulled taut, raising the man into a standing position, Kerrigan felt herself become wet just from touching him. She shuddered in anticipation as he began to stir.

"H-hello?" He called, vocal cords obviously strained as he spoke for the first time in days. It had taken some time to bring him here, moving his unconscious body from colony to colony, ensuring he was kept away from any possible front line conflict. She couldn't afford to lose him.

At a thought from her a third thin tendril lowered iteself. She grasped it and held it just an inch from his lips, cradling the back of his head with her other hand. "It's been a while Jimmy. You need water, drink".

 

[Ravenloft]

"Kerrigan?" Raynor croaked as cool liquid touched his lips and filled his mouth. He swallowed once before turning his head away, coughing and sputtering. "Where... *Cough* Where am I?" He asked as his eyes slowly came into focus. The first thing he saw were her dangerously gleaming eyes. He silently struggled against... Whatever it was that held him. It was no use, the more he moved, the tighter his... Bindings... Grew, until his arms and legs were being clasped so tight, he could feel the thrumming of his blood through his veins, like a blood pressure cuff inflated far to tightly. With a growl of disgust he stopped his struggles and looked up at his captor. "What do you want?"

 

[Wargarble]

Kerrigan smiled as he tested his bonds. "You always were one to fight circumstance" she said, releasing the feeding tube which retracted into the ceiling. "We're inside my self-made space platform, nothing like those tin-cans put together by your old superiors". She lifted her left hand to stroke the underside of his chin seductively. "Imagine a living sphere of flesh big enough to create a gravity well, a large moon by size if a little more dense. That air you're breathing is produced by glands in the walls of this chamber, I've had this entire limb of my new hatching grounds made just for you".

Kerrigan was silent a moment, letting his still-awakening mind catch up with all the facts. "It's not about what I want Jim, but what I need" she pressed against him, rubbing up against what was left of his clothing. "I remember when we first met back on Antiga Prime, when you were the one with the dirty mind" she said, face hovering just before Jim now.

Her eyes gazed into his for a few seconds as she mentally searched, reaching out with her mind. "I see you haven't stopped thinking about me either. It's makes a girl feel good to know she's wanted". Sarah brushed her lips over his, the barest imitation of a kiss, the closest she had come in years. She knew he wanted her, but that had to be dominant above all else inside of him if this was going to work.

"What I'm offering you, Jim, is a chance to strike back at Mengsk. I'm offering the power to fight, which has eluded you for so long". Kerrigan ran her right hand over his muscular shoulder, "I'm handing you the partnership of several lifetimes on a platter. Free control under my command in exchange for your cooperation". It would be more like servitude. True, she would indeed give him free reign over hives of his own, status and psychic influence as the only cerebrate general in her vast collective of creatures, but he would be slave to her desires none the less.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Yeah, well, when circumstances are shit, what else can a guy do but fight?" Jim shot back sarcastically. He looked around as the creature that once was Kerrigan described the 'vessel' they were in. "All this... For me?" Raynor replied before looking the Queen of Blades in the eye. "I'm touched. Really." His voice was cold and his expression was one of anger and disgust. They were both silent for a moment, gauging each others intentions.

It was the Queen that spoke again first, rubbing against him. He was all too aware of how little separated their bodies, feeling the warmth of her flesh. Jim lifted his chin and tried to swallow his base desire. "Yeah, well, I guess getting infested by Zerg musta filled your head with pure sewage. The things you've done..." He trailed off as she searched his eyes, his mind. For a second she seemed to look just as she did back when she was human. "K-Kerrigan?" Jim muttered as her lips touched his.

reality rushed in the instant their lips parted, like air filling a vacuum. It wasn't Kerrigan but the creature that took her place, the Queen of Blades, he reminded himself as she finally stated her proposal. Jimmy scoffed. "As what? Some mindless infested slave? I'd rather be dead, and you know that. Are you so consumed with power that you would take away my humanity?"

 

[Wargarble]

She scowled. "Don't you dare talk about humanity like that, like it's some sort of saving grace hand-delivered to you from some deluded idea of heavenly paradise. LOOK AROUND RAYNOR!" She stood back and spread her arms and wings, giving him full view of her. "Humanity is the reason this happened, mine was taken when I was left to die!" The luminescent veins in the walls and floor pulsed in time with her rage, lighting the chamber well for a moment.

"In fact if I recall correctly, it was humans that created the zerg in the first place" Kerrigan began pacing back and forth before him as the room dimmed again. "It was them who created the psi-emitters, sent us in there, let me get captured. They knew what we were being sent into Jimmy and they ordered us to go anyway. For that alone Acturus is going to die, along with anyone protecting him". She stepped up to him once more, face to face, her eyes burning into his.

"It can be me and the fleet, tearing apart every colony from here back to old Earth, or You, leading surgical strikes and baiting the military out with minimal collateral. I'm giving you a chance to save the lives of all those people. I hardly have a shortage of planets to choose from out here, I don't need to massacre civilians for territory."

Sarah was on a roll, she couldn't let up the pressure or he would find some other excuse to refuse. "And this biological heritage you embrace is highly overrated. The nastiest beings I've ever met were terran. There are no insecurities driving civilisation to destroy itself here, it's all under control. Hell, it's paridise compared to what some people have to deal with". She brought both arms up, cradling his face in her hands, pressing her forehead against his and speaking in a hushed tone.

"This is all I can do Jim, give you the choice that I wasn't offered. I didn't want to be like this, but it's what I am and I have to live with it, do what I can on my own, alone. You don't have to be a psychic to know that I'm still me in this body. Why else would I bring you here? If I wanted a mindless servant I could breed a thousand. Are you really going to hate me forever because of what was done to me against my will?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Jim watched the Queen of Blades in silent awe as she expressed her rightous fury over what had been done to her. Once she calmed and even came back to cradle his head in her hands, Jim found his breath again and listened to her words.

"So your anger DOES have a focus then? Humanity isn't to blame for what happened to you, Mengsk is. Please believe me, I wanted to go back for you, darlin, but..." Raynor lowered his head. "It looked hopless..."

"I make no excuses for the evils of humanity, but to damn the whole of it because of one man's actions?"

"Me? In case you havn't noticed I'm not exactly in good with Arcturus's Dominion any more. Not since that day. It took all I could muster, and a few Protoss just to survive out there."

"Sarah... I don't hate you, I never have. I... We... I mean..."

 

[Wargarble]

He was searching around for the right words. She stopped him, pressing her lips fully against his.

She held there for a few seconds, then slowly drew her head back again. "You're the only person who would ever say that, the only one I can call friend out here." She pressed up against him, arms closed around his chest, her head on his shoulder.

"I've seen you in action from both sides of the fence, even take on overwhelming odds. With the right force under your command you would be unstoppable. But if I let you go back out there without me, you will still be hunted like the criminal they say you are, I don't want you to die Jimmy. Don't be a martyr, come with me and fight back. What have you got to lose?"

She could feel herself heating up. A hands-on approach may have been a mistake, she wanted him more each second. The irony that the one thing that the queen of the Zerg couldn't control was herself haunted her mind, taunting her with dreamt-up images of their bodies moving together.

 

[Ravenloft]

The warmth of Sarah's kiss disarmed Jim. He had been expecting, well, he wasn't sure what he had been expecting. Nothing as soft and tender as she had just given him though. And now she leaned against him in an almost intimate way. He wanted to hold her, the woman she almost forgot she was, but he was still bound by his arms and legs. The best he could do was lower his head so that his lips drew close to her ear. "What if there was a way to... Cure you?" Jim asked, remembering the half whispered rumors he'd heard among the Protoss during his time with them. "Would you take it?"

 

[Wargarble]

"And go back to what?" She asked, "the moment I show my face It'll be on a wanted poster next to yours. The Protoss wouldn't dare leave me alive after what happened to our last alliance, not if they were smart, and I know far too many Terran secrets". Sarah shook her head, "even if I could negotiate it, the Zerg would run rampant, destroying everything without me here to control them. The only way we can both survive, the only way for this to all work is if I stay as I am, and you join me".

Kerrigan ran a hand through his hair gently. "Or is it that you just don't like the look?" She reached out and twisted the image of herself in his head, bringing back the red hair in place of the claw-like spines atop her head, green eyes reverting to their original shape, the old ghost suit she once wore appearing over her skin. She went so far as to affect his nerves as well, her hand feeling to him like leather over flesh rather than hardened bone. "Maybe this is what you really want, I can appreciate that. I always did turn a few heads, but this is only for you. I'll be yours like this forever if you stay".

 

[Ravenloft]

After a long moment of silent thought, Jim lowered his head and sighed. "You're right, its the only way... One question though, how... How are you going to... Change me?" Raynor asked as the Queen ran her fingers through his hair, psionically altering his perceptions of her. For a moment Jimmy let himself believe what she made him see. "No... No illusions, if I am to be with you, it has to be as we are."

 

[Wargarble]

Sarah was surprised, and released the illusion. She scoured his brain for motives of deceit, a planned future betrayal, anything. "It makes me happy to hear you say that Jim, though I do miss the hair. Are you sure that's your choice?" Was he really giving in to her?

She leant forward, bringing her legs up either side of him and kneeling on the large mound in which his legs were embedded, pressing her hips against his. Her wings bent low under both their arms and reached past him, talons twisting to point inwards at his back, aimed at his spine. "It'll only hurt for a bit, then it'll feel really good, I promise" she whispered, her hands easily tearing the back of his shirt open. "Ready?" Kerrigan would have held her breath if she had needed oxygen any more.

 

[Ravenloft]

There was uncertainty in his eyes, but Jim swallowed back the fear he felt and lifted his chin as Sarah dismissed the illusion she wore and returned to her true form, as the Queen of Blades. The feel of her legs drawing round his hips aroused Jimmy's body, and he grew firm against her as she pressed herself against him. His eyes followed the talons of her skeletal wings as they encircled him and tore at his shirt, drawing sharply against his bare skin until they rested against several specific spots along his spine. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said quickly, his blood racing through his veins.

 

[Wargarble]

Skin split beneath the points of her clawlike wings as they pushed gently into Raynor's spine, blood trickling down Jim's back. Sarah held him steady as the mutagen was injected slowly into his body, being fed into his bloodstream and beggining to alter flesh cell-by-cell. As his body tensed beneath her she recalled the agony of her own change.

"It's just for a little while" she whispered, "I'll help you ride it out".

As Kerrigan pulled her wings away her left hand circled around to his back. She could feel the small wounds healing over already as she held him upright, the tubes around his arms releasing their hold and drawing back up into the ceiling.

She focused her mind and the chamber dimmed. "You'll go blind soon when your eyes change. Don't panic, it'll fix itself in time, then your they'll be sensetive for a while". Pulling right up against him, she his hardness and drew a breath of pleasure between clenched teeth. "I've waited so long for this Jim, for you".

 

[Ravenloft]

"Its... Its like fire in my blood..." Raynor whispered through his own clenched teeth as his body began to mutate right down to his bones. His bones, it felt as though they were sprouting sharp edges, cutting through living flesh. Jimmy shuddered and collapsed into Kerrigan's arms as his bindings released. His vision dimmed into blackness as he let out a tortured cry of pain. An icy sensation crept along his spine while the rest of his body burned. He grasped for Kerrigan, his fingers shifting and changing into black talons as he did. Through all of it, he was acutely aware of her closeness. "I... Need you Kerri."

 

[Wargarble]

"I'm here Jimmy, I'll make it easier on you" she whispered in his ear before kneeling as his crotch. She tore the pants open at the groin with a single swipe of her hand, freeing his rigid dick. It was changing already, growing to unnatural size. Smiling slyly, Sarah leaned forward and took him in her mouth, slowly working her way down his entire length untill she had his glans in her throat.

Whatever size he had been before, he was nearly a foot long now and quite thick. Kerrigan drew back and began bobbing on his prick.