Sofia, a WK40K Guardswoman, crawling with her team through vent duct, gets hit by a psychic attack from a warp demon.
Sofia’s boots clicked against the cold metal floors of the vessel’s command deck as she strode purposefully forward, the usual hum of the warp engine a constant, ominous presence in the background. The vessel itself was massive, a gleaming titan of steel and obsidian, its halls dimly lit by harsh overhead lights that barely cut through the shadows of its industrial corridors. Yet, despite its intimidating size and the ever-present danger of the warp, Sofia moved with confidence, a trained warrior of the Astra Militarum. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind.
At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more. Raised in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, she had grown up on a hive world, surrounded by the harsh realities of life under the Emperor’s rule. She had witnessed the horrors of war firsthand—cities shattered by xenos invaders, the screams of civilians caught in the crossfire, and the brutal discipline of the Astra Militarum. It was this environment that had forged her resolve, hardening her body and sharpening her mind.
Sofia was a striking figure—tall and athletic, with the graceful movement of someone who had honed her physique through years of rigorous training. Her face was delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and full lips that seemed at odds with the grimness of the world around her. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, were always alert, scanning the environment for any sign of danger. Despite the brutality of the war-torn universe, there was an undeniable beauty to her, a beauty that many of her comrades often remarked upon in hushed tones.
Her body was equally captivating—slim, toned, and lithe, her movements graceful but purposeful. Her waist was narrow, accentuating her curves her hips were rounded and her ass was huge, a feature that didn’t go unnoticed by those who worked alongside her. However, it wasn’t her physical appearance that defined her, nor did she ever let it overshadow the other qualities that made her a valuable member of the Astra Militarum. It was her sharp mind, unwavering loyalty to the Emperor, and unrelenting drive to survive that truly set her apart.
Sofia’s past had been one of constant struggle, a fight for survival in a galaxy filled with death and destruction. Her story began in the industrial sectors of a hive city, where she had learned the hard way that only the strong survived. Her family had been poor, struggling to make ends meet, and Sofia had learned to be resourceful from a young age. By the time she was old enough, she had enlisted in the Astra Militarum, determined to carve out a life of purpose and discipline.
It wasn’t long before her talents were noticed. Sofia’s sharp instincts and impeccable aim had quickly earned her a spot on a special forces team, where she had trained alongside other elite Guardswomen. Her team consisted of three members: Sofia, Vendric, and Cratt. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence. He had a reputation for his skill with heavy weapons and his unwavering loyalty to his comrades. Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. Together, the trio formed a formidable unit, one that had seen action in some of the most dangerous sectors of the Imperium.
Their latest assignment had brought them aboard a massive warp vessel, a ship that was on a mission to deliver reinforcements to a warzone far from the safe bastions of the Imperium. The ship was a floating fortress, a massive war machine designed to transport troops and munitions through the perilous reaches of the warp. For Sofia and her team, it was a new challenge—one that required them to adapt to the unique environment of the ship while still maintaining their training and discipline.
Despite the harsh conditions aboard the ship, Sofia and her team had settled into a routine. They spent their days patrolling the ship’s labyrinthine corridors, checking the integrity of the ship’s defenses and ensuring that nothing—or no one—could compromise the mission. The warp, however, was a realm that no one truly understood, and even the most prepared soldiers couldn’t predict the dangers that lay in wait.
One evening, as Sofia and her team were assigned to patrol the lower levels of the ship, an unexpected incident threw the vessel into chaos.
It began as a strange rumble, a tremor that shook the very bones of the ship. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls, and the ship’s automated alarms blared to life, warning of an imminent breach in the warp engine’s containment. The crew members scrambled, their voices echoing through the metal halls as they tried to assess the situation.
“Something’s wrong,” Vendric muttered, his voice low but filled with tension. He had always been the first to sense when things were about to go awry. His massive frame loomed over Sofia and Cratt, his expression grim.
Sofia’s hand instinctively went to the lasgun slung across her back, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapon. “What do you think it is?” she asked, her voice steady but alert.
“I don’t know,” Vendric said, his brow furrowed. “But we need to move. Now.”
The rumbling grew louder, the tremors more violent, and then came the unmistakable sound of the warp itself, a distant, howling scream that sent chills down their spines. The ship lurched violently, and Sofia barely managed to keep her footing as the force of the ship’s instability threw her into the bulkhead.
“We’ve lost containment,” Cratt said, his usually calm voice tinged with a rare note of urgency. “We need to get to the escape vents—fast.”
Without hesitation, the three of them sprinted down the corridor, their boots pounding against the cold metal floors. The ship was coming apart at the seams, the twisting, unearthly energies of the warp leaking through the hull and tearing at the fabric of reality itself. They had no time to waste.
“Down this way!” Sofia barked, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned commander. She knew the ship’s layout well, and the escape vents were their best option for getting out of the immediate danger zone. She led the way, her body moving with fluid grace despite the chaos surrounding them.
The closer they got to the vent ducts, the more intense the vibrations became. The walls shook as if the ship itself were being torn apart, and Sofia could feel the oppressive weight of the warp pressing against her mind. It was a familiar sensation, one she had experienced before in battle, but never to this degree. The warp was something alive, something ancient and malevolent, and it was clawing its way into the ship.
“We’re almost there!” Sofia shouted, her breath coming in quick bursts as they reached the access panel leading into the vents. She activated the release mechanism, and the panel hissed open, revealing the narrow, dark passageway beyond.
“Move!” Vendric barked, pushing Cratt ahead of him as they scrambled into the vents. Sofia was the last to enter, her heart racing as the sounds of the warp’s chaos grew louder behind them. She could feel the pressure building, the air thick with the malevolent energies of the warp, and she knew that if they didn’t escape now, they might never make it out.
As she crawled into the duct behind her teammates, the access panel slammed shut behind them, sealing them off from the nightmarish forces that were tearing the ship apart. The sound of the warp’s screams faded into a hollow silence, but the danger was far from over. They still had to navigate the maze of vents, find a way to escape the ship, and survive whatever horrors the warp would throw their way.
Sofia didn’t know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: she and her team would face it together, as they always had. No matter the cost. No matter the danger. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. And Sofia’s will was unbreakable.
***
The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance. Every surface sweated with an oily film, the consequence of its violent brush with the immaterium. The crawlspace groaned beneath the shifting of metal plates, as if the ship itself were breathing.
Everything was wet with slime, very slippery subtance that exploded from nowhere.
Sofia led the remaining guardsmen through the maintenance duct. They didnt know if they were the only ones left alive, and they didnt care at this point. They just wanted to get out.
Sofias body was unmistakable even in the barely lit crawl space - slim waist, big ass. Each pull of her arms propelled her forward, muscles rippling beneath her armor, her breath steady and focused—until it wasn’t.
The ship's metal creaced as if it was bent or torn apart. Without warning, a chill sliced through Sofia.
Something was happening, were they still in the warp space? The thought horrified her. Something far away, noticed her emotion, that like a light in darkness attracted something undescribable into Sofia.
A sudden pressure built inside her skull. Her breathing hitched. Her body no longer responded like it should. She blinked once—twice—but the passage before her blurred, the walls seeming to bend and pulse as if alive.
“Keep moving,” Vendric whispered behind her.
But she couldn’t. Images and commands were forced into her weakened mind. She tried to resist, but invain. She tried to scream, but her body didnt respond. Something else was in control of her body.
Her right arm jerked. First a tremor, then a sharp twist, as though pulled by a puppet string. Her thoughts scattered—commands refused to form. She felt herself moving, but it was no longer *her* doing it.
Terror bloomed in her chest.
With her teeth she tore off her combat glove, and she grabbed a handful of slime that was all around. Her feminine hand with immense force clasped into a fist. Her other arm unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants, revealing her meaty ass globes.
"No, please, not this!" - Sofie tried to scream from horror, but only whimper and whines were heard from her.
Her arm rotated behind putting her fist right at her asshole. Her back arched and hips shifted involuntarily, opening up and angling perpendicular to her forearm.
She tried to resist — clenched her jaw, willed herself to stop—but her body betrayed her, her arm moving with disturbing precision and unyielding force.
Vendric was right behing her and saw how her body tensed as her arm muscles flexed.
"Sofie, what the hell ..." - Vendric tried to ask, but his question was interrupted by an obscene sound - a soft and wet slurp echoed in the silence as Vendric in horror observed her forearm disappear in between her buttocks.
Sofia’s scream tore through silence. Primal, animalistic, twisted by pain. It filled the crawl space like a psychic flare, vibrating through the metal, freezing every soldier behind her in paralyzed horror.
Sofia’s body convulsed. Her limbs shook. Her eyes watered from agony and tears rolled down her cheeks. Pained gasps and sobs were coming from her non stop.
Vendric crawled up to her, grabbing her shoulder. “Sofia what's wrong?”. Sofia was still gasping and convulsing and her body was rigid. Cratt catched up on them in the crawl space, horrified with the scene.
As they observed her they made an unmistakable conclusion - her right fist was lodged deep in her anus. Sofia was gasping and tears rolled down her face non stop.
Locked eyes, Vendric and Cratt held Sofia and tried to pull her arm out. In an instant, the demon's grip on Sofias body disappeared and under Cratts pull her arm slid out of her with a disgusting, slick resistance.
She collapsed forward with a grunt, shaking. Her eyes were wide, lips parted in silence, her body trembling violently. Her mind tried to catch up, to understand—but nothing made sense.
Her voice didn’t come. Only a strangled sob that died in her throat.
“I... I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. “I was awake. I was there.”
Cratt turned his head away, his expression unreadable.
Agony was still resonating in Sofias body. Vendric and Cratt held her.
"Cmon Sofia, we must move, our lives depend on it"
Despite her agony, Sofia managed to pull herself together, pull her pants up and the team resumed their movement.