Prologue.
She inhaled the warm, dry forest air. She saw well in the dark, but her eyes were not needed now. She had enough light and subtlest aroma to smell them through the smell of pine needles and summer grass. The smell of females for the harem Bakhtiar. Many females. And even more enemies. They followed the trail for a long time and now, they almost overtook them. She squeezed the hilt of the ax in her left hand even more, signaled her two partners: Black and Gray. They already understood everything without her, because their scent was no worse, or even better than hers. Black was the leader of their squad.

They approached their camp, took a closer look.
Soft and tender pink men did not wait for them. They drank, laughed, lived and enjoyed their worthless lives. They did not value her so much that they didn’t even set a guard. Apparently, they hoped that they could not reach them beyond the Fracturing Sea. They think that the hardest is over. Relaxed. Fools! Behind the Fault Sea is no place for females of the Ural Republic They place in the native taiga.
She saw through the bushes the camp of their captors. Satrapov bastards! They recognize the wrath of the Ural partisans. Their cruel and righteous anger.

She counted them. Eight sit by the fires, eat a ration of canned food. Two more sluggishly guard the camp, leaning on the trees and lowering the trunks of machine guns. One already sleepily sticks, and the second picks on a smart. Vigilance zero.
Another three or four rape their captives in a large transporter. From there we hear female cries and groans, male drunken screams, noise, fuss, growls. Not so loud, of course, as in the first days. She was sure of it.
Another five or six people slept in a tent.

Black gave the signal and with fierce pleasure she rushed forward to the enemies. Crossfire in short bursts of submachine guns quickly squinted guards. It is the turn of the refectory. They did not even have time to grab the weapon when their bodies began to crush the faithful Ural bullets. But there were few bullets, they had to be protected. It is the turn of the true Ural steel. Black and Gray crumpled up the tent with swarming people, like maggots, people and pounced on it with hatchets and knives, turning it into bloody meat porridge with their deft and strong hands, legs, fangs. Their faces were grinned in a wild mixture of rage and laughter. They howled, barked and laughed like wild beasts. Yes, they now were wild beasts. Wild, angry dogs, released from the chain!
She broke into the transporter.

Three half-naked pink looked at her in horror, trying to hide behind and begging for mercy. They were unarmed, those faint pink ones. She smelled them. The smell of fear. He was well acquainted with her. Too good.
She looked at the eight tortured prisoners. It should have been ten. Not everyone apparently survived. Well, it's worse for pink and better for her hate, her wild and furious hate!

She glanced at her hands, surely clutching an ax and a hunting knife. Strong, thick as the trunks of old trees, hands. Hands covered with thick red hair. Hands are not female. She bared her long fangs, stuck out her tongue and, with a bark, rushed at the feeble pink ones. Her hands were not at all hers. As if not at all hands, but mechanical manipulators on the conveyor. Conveyor for the production of pain, blood and death. The head of the first pink had not yet landed, when the handle of the knife was sticking out of the other's forehead.Third, she just took her shoulders, squeezed tightly and sank into his frightened pale face with her teeth. He squealed something, wheezed and gurgled, tried to fight back weakly while she gnawed at his face. When she was tired of his cries, she dug into his throat. She drank his warm nasty blood and could not stop. It was ugly, and at the same time so sweet. Sweet and disgusting before stupor. The blood has drunk her. She would gladly spit it out, but dogs do not know how to spit.

She let go of the limp body, looked at the captives. Half-naked, miserable, tortured and hungry, all covered in blood from their dead rapists, they looked at her with horror and at her swollen fly.
Quint completed the manipulations on Pachom's nape and solemnly said:
- Adaptation was successful, without rejection. Meet our new Tina!

***
Part 9. To Satrapia!
Three days later, the detachment reached a small partisan village on the shores of the Razlomnoy Sea. There, their unusual company did not surprise anyone; in these parts it was not such a sight. And for a good fee here they are not used to asking unnecessary questions. They boarded the smugglers' ferry on a quiet deserted shore, paid the ferrymen and went to the opposite shore, to the Eastern Satrapia, to the unknown city of Temen, and from there their way lay to the capital - Urumqi. Why, really no one knew, but everyone wanted to go as far as possible from these cursed lands, closer to civilization. Everyone just felt that it was necessary.
As soon as the wooded, snow-covered coast of neutral lands disappeared from view, a thick fog covered the ferry.

“I don’t like it,” Ji was really worried.
“Yeah, at first it's a strange thaw, and now this, too,” Quint shivered from the damp, cold air that penetrated under the thick jacket.
Sealy squeaked:
- Such weather is loved by awnings, God forbid, to meet them here!
- Shut up, nakarkash more! - Gerda evil eyes flashed at her, but Seeley did not pay attention to her:
- And here they are, dears ... - her voice turned into a hoarse whisper.
On the deck of the ferry with a loud slap, synchronously, as if on someone's command, several gray-lilac tentacles struck at once. The awnings themselves appeared suddenly, like devils from a snuffbox. Two simple and one tent. The ferrymen, in panic, fled from the bridge to the hold, but the creatures did not care about them.

Quint grabbed the weapon, but received a biting blow with a tentacle across the body and crouched over the pain, flying off to the side, nearly falling overboard. Ji still managed to put a few bullets into one of them, before she was wrapped in a gray-lilac slippery tangle. Thick, dark blood flowed from the small holes on the body of the tent, but he didn’t even jerk, continuing to stare at him with an unblinking fishy look.

Seeley and Gerda, as well as Kiki, who had run out of the hold, were also rolled up from the shoulders to the waist and hung in the air, jerking their legs helplessly. Tental stuck all his eight slippery tentacles into the bodies of all the girls, one by one in the mouth and vagina. He slowly, but persistently and smoothly moved them inside, preparing to suck all their Juice.

Rick was hanging somewhere overboard, again not having time to do anything.
Overboard there was a loud splash and a fountain of water rose. A lilac-brown figure with long, wet hair jumped onto the deck. Despite fish eyes and long, writhing fingers, everyone recognized Miu in her. She has not had time to transform so much.
Her grave voice rang out to Crouched Quint:
- You know who I need. Show me where she is and stay alive.
- Fuck you ...

***
Kiki and Rick heard the noise of shots upstairs and ran out of the cabin onto the deck. Marie was left alone with Tina sleeping under the preparations in the body of the psoglavtsa. She was still in prostration from the events at the club, bitterly reliving them. Tina-Pakh was peacefully sniffling, raising one wide red chest for two when Marie again smelled the scent of awnings. She shook her head frantically.
“No, no, this nightmare again! I can't be wrong anymore! ”

But this time she was not mistaken, it really was them. Vile marsh creatures, causing the most terrible nightmares, crawled out of the bowels of the earth.She heard their mother's voice. Mother she did not just hate. Hatred of such a degree was difficult to even think of. Such hatred hates the most fierce of his enemy, the very creation of evil. So the child hates the murderers of their parents who have abused their corpses. Such a hatred is not forgotten and it is impossible to accept it.

Masha got up, straightened her shoulders. She went on deck. Two small awnings were held in two of her friends, suspended in the air, and their leader was wielding in their holes with his vile processes. She stood a little distance away. The one whom Masha took for Mother. But no, it was only her herald. And they all wanted Juice. The juice of her friends. Not today. Today they all have to die. Masha smiled.
She struck at once with both hands. She did not need any weapons, she herself was a weapon. Bound and exhausted girls fell, long purple snakes wriggled around them. With the second blow, she cut the tentale in half, along the body. Two younger did not run. Despite the absence of hands, they silently looked at her, as if expecting something. Masha jumped toward them and plunged her steel fingers like needles into their nasty skulls, squeezed her palms and with a crunch and champing burst them like overripe watermelons.

It is the herald's turn.
But she was already in the water, only her head stuck out. She thundered, terribly fumbling and smiling:
- It was a test of your capabilities. And you are really very strong. And Mother needs you. It is very necessary. We will meet again, Masha.
The dark head disappeared under the water. Masha knew that it was their element and there she could not get it. It's a pity. She first left the creature alive. And the creature knew her real name. From where
After a minute the fog cleared and the sun peeped out. Overboard, Rick shouted and stumbled, asking for help.

***
Tina opened her eyes and looked at her hands. No, it was not a dream. Instead of white, long and graceful girlish handles, she saw powerful, hilly muscles, covered with scars from cuts and burns, men's hands, thanks to thick red hair more like animal paws. Tina raised her head and saw her hairy torso, and just below it was a huge, monstrously reared phallus of a strange curved shape. Here he woke her up! And she heard the familiar thin voice:
- Tina, is that you? - Seeley's eyes were even bigger than usual with fear, - Not exactly Groin?
In the head of Tina, from somewhere in the depths of consciousness, the redhead pogoglavets snarled. The one that will now never give her peace of mind, but especially at night, in a dream.

- Yes, it's me, Tina. - she looked at Sealy and Gerda, who were on duty now near her, - Give me some of the clothes already.
While she was dressing, Tina noticed the bandaged Quint lying on the next bed.
- What about him?
- Oh, here it was, it was! Vaapsche pizdeeets ...
Gerda interrupted Sealy:
- Awnings.

They went on deck and peered at the horizon, on which the outlines of the city loomed. Cities strange and unusual.
- This is the same Tymen? - Tina has never been outside the Principality. However, like all the other androids.
“Yes, he is,” answered the captain.
- And where is the wall?
- In the Eastern Satrapia, and in the South too, do not build walls.
The whole company of runaways looked at each other in surprise.