The scientists watched in curiosity as the Gammon women screamed. Screaming was all she was capable of at that point in any case. She was strapped down to the cold metallic alter, her limbs firmly restrained. She was free of all clothing, her skin exposed to the world.
The Entomanti, all four of them, surrounded the subhuman like a wholesome family sitting down together for a heart dinner. Which, in reality, was what was happening.
The Entomanti specimens gorged themselves on the retched females flesh with relish. The serated blades of their arms and the jagged teeth of their protruding mouths ripped at her flesh and lapped up the resulting viscera. Some went about their feeding with precision. Some proceeded with greedy abandon. Either way, the Entomanti made productive work of methodically tearing the woman apart whilst keeping her alive.
The feeder chamber was filled with the nasty woman’s screams. A primal cacophony of never ending death throes. Each bite, rip, and shear into her flesh gave each scream a fresh impetous. Blood flowed from all four sides of the alter like thick red waterfalls. The metallic smell of the blood saturated the air.
One member of the research team, Arun, prostrated himself at the designated vomit bucket as the scene of the feeding overwhelmed his senses. The Gammon female violently shook her head as one of the Exomanti began hollowing out the flesh from one of her breasts. He almost looked like he was scooping ice cream from a tub. Back in pre-crunch Earth when Ice Cream was a thing.
The woman’s bloodshot, tear shedding eyes caught Arun’s gaze as she continued sobbing and screaming. Her mouth was still wide open, letting out guttural noise through blood soaked teeth.
One of the Exomanti bit deep into her shoulder, extracting blood and flesh.
Perhaps it was the momentary illusion of human empathy that drove Arun to unleash the remaining contents of his stomach into the bucket.
Arun’s team mates who were in the room with him rolled their eyes and tutted at Arun’s shameful lack of fortitude. It was ironic, given that the vomit bucket had been strategically placed within the observation room long before Arun joined the Hanuman Eelam’s Scientific & Industrial Brigade. Every scientist within the brigade had consulted with the vomit bucket at one point or another. It was seen as a significant rite of passage for new recruits. It signified the recruits willingness to sacrifice their own sensibilities and comfort for the greater good of the Hanuman Eealam’s mission to save mother Earth.
One of the Entomanti tenderly skinned the woman around her fat thigh. It carefully peeled back the skin to reveal the succulent red flesh beneath. The giant insect salivated, green goo dripping from its extended mouth.
The other scientists of the brigade had learned to discard any potential empathy for their enemies a long time ago. They all knew the truth that this Gammon female being devoured in front of them was vermin. Any empathy they they might have felt for her was an obsolete instinct left over from pre-Crunch humanity.
This Gammon female belonged to the Techno Templar. The sworn enemies of mother Earth and the Hanuman Eelam who vowed to defend her. The Templar and all of its members were a cancerous tumour on the surface of the Earth. They were parasitic paedophile cult desperately trying to return the world to its pre-Crunch decay and degeneracy. Subhumans who chose to sell their humanity for algorithmic narcotics.
This Techno Templar female was mating with a commander of one of the local militia under the Templar banner. He and his band of vermin were responsible for the kidnappings, rapes and murders or countless humans who had fallen into their hands. They had destroyed and burned hectares of precious ecosystems. They had hunted, tortured and killed hundreds of noble animals of mother Earth for pure sport (most of the animals they murdered were never eaten).
Intelligence reports from the Hanuman Eelams Squirrel Scouting Brigade confirmed that this subhuman whore had accompanied the militia in almost all of their demonic crimes. The reports described how she would regularly laugh at watching the bloodshed unfold and encourage her mate and his vermin compatriots to increase their brutality. She would even mate with the commander in the dirt and blood of their victims. Her whore proclivities inflamed by the sights of Earth being violated.
The Squirrel Scouts also confirmed that this female bred with her mate to produce three vermin offspring. A growing infestation that would mutilate the pristine Earth and humanity. The female and her mate had regularly donated their offspring to their Templar Lords within the Musk bunker that oversaw their gated compound. The offspring were used for the Techno Templar’s cultural paedophilia practises, whereby the Lords of the bunker would satisfy their inherent depraved sexual urges.. The donations, according to the Scouts, likely accounted for her mates senior positions within the militia.
This female whore and her mate were unlikely to be concerned about their offspring’s fate within the bunker.This was due to paedophilia being a commonly accepted and celebrated practise within all Techno Templar family units. The offspring themselves would all grow up to partake in this circle of subhuman depravity. They, like their parents, would relish the change to violate themselves to please their masters in the bunkers.
It was for these reasons that the Hanuman Eelam teaches its people that there is no such things as an innocent human within the Techno Templar. They are all – man, woman and child alike – part of an infectious mass. The only remedy for them was extermination. This was the only way to achieve Dharma for the Earth.
It was, thus, a blessing for all of Earth when this Gammon whore and her mate’s militia were defeated by a platoon of the Hanuman Eelam. Of course, most of the militia – including the females mate and her offspring – were skinned alive and fed to military support animals as per standard operating standard operating procedure. A few of the vermin, however, were taken away and given to the Scientific and Industrial Brigade for the purposes of valuable research.
An Entomanti bit into the females neck. It bulged as the insects snout penetrated the neck and squirmed inside like a worm. It drained the blood from the inside of the body. At this, the Gammon whore’s screams gave way to soapy gargling as her throat flooded with blood. Despite this, she was still alive.
The Scientists looked on with wonder and pride. The Entomanti they bred and raised were the products of their hard work and care. Unlike this female and the rest of the Techno Templar, the Entomanti were valuable.
The Entomanti were truly artists. They were also a new weapon for the Hanuman Eelam in their ongoing holy war on behalf of mother Earth.