Technical Difficulties - Part 2
So, seeing as I received a fair few favourites and even a handful of watchers, I felt inspired enough to continue writing the series. As a warning, this does contain mostly non-consentual sex with a minor of 14 years old. This is a work of science-fiction, but if that doesn't float your boat, please don't read it. Nothing in this story is real. If you're not old enough to read this turn back now or forever hold your peace.
The shower didn't help. Reading wasn't helping. He wasn't very hungry either. He had lost track of the days that she had gone into that ship. He could still hear her voice though, "It'll only be a couple of days." She had said, and it must've been more than four since he had last seen her. Their poor little girl, she found him every morning and asked the same question.
"When's mommy coming home?" Elizabeth's voice was soft... and always sounded as if she were going to burst into tears. She was 14 now, she was a strong girl, raised by her other to be independent, but they had been close like mother and daughter should be. Tom could see their mother in her eyes too... vivid green eyes that belonged to Jessica. One of the few traits that had carried through. For the most part, Elizabeth was a Red Panda just like her father. Clean reddish fur, highlighted by the those almost exotic white markings. She would grow up to be a beautiful woman one day, Tom knew.
Stepping out of the shower, Tom wrapped stood in the full body dryer. Warm air washed over his entire body. He could feel the spray of water droplets flying in all directions as he was blasted. His fur stood on end as he stepped out. He saw a brief glimpse of himself as he through on a bath robe. He was a computer programmer, it was his job to make sure none of the programs malfunctioned on the station... or that the dumb kids kept the virus accumulation to an overall minimum. So he wasn't exactly built. Most considered him scrawny. All skin and bone and fur on top of it. His long white hair pulled back into a tidy pony-tail as he walked back into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. Blue eyes stared at the blinking clock on the microwave that flashed 03:16 incessantly, reminding him just how early it still was. He couldn't help but glare at the contraption, as if it was its fault he still couldn't sleep.
"We've lost contact with the crew, Mr. Sandrist, but I assure you we'll tell you the first thing that comes up." That painfully annoyed tone that the administrator had answered him with was enough to cause him to slam a fist on the counter just remembering it.
"Haven't I told you to watch that temper of yours? You don't got enough muscle to back it up, sweety." The soft voice seemed to cut the silence like a knife.
Tom spun around too quickly, he stumbled on the smooth steel floor beneath him as his bare foot failed to grip its surface. Bathrobe flying about his head as he gripped the fridge desperately to maintain what was left of his dignity, and the whole scene just caused the woman to laugh softly. Tom's eyes were wide with shock and joy, as he scrambled towards her. For the first time in days he felt himself smile as he hugged Jessica about the waist.
She was still wearing her work coveralls, her hair tied back and grease and oil flecked at her uniform and in her fur. She smelt like sweat and grime but it didn't matter as he mashed his lips into hers. He exulted in the feel of her arms wrapping about his neck, as she melted into his embrace, the pair were quick to enjoy one another's company. She felt somehow heavier than he remembered, but simply passed it off to the coveralls, no doubt having tools in them.
When their kiss finally ended, Jessica was left breathless under Tom's scrutiny. "Where the hell have you been?" His voice a hoarse whisper, fearing waking up Elizabeth, though no doubt she would have been ecstatic to see her mother. "Everybody lost contact with you guys for the last week! We've all thought you died... or... worse. That the ship was a trap."
He felt Jessica wheeling him backward, Tom was forced to back peddle as his grinning wife manoeuvred him towards the bedroom. A playful finger poking him on the nose. "Sorry hun, Tammy stepped on the radio and cut us off from the rest of the world as we tried to get that scrap heaps power up and running." An annoyed sigh as she recounted her co-workers clumsyness, "What was holding that shitbox together was nothing less than a work of God. I'm home now though... and we have catching up to do."
The thick rumble of her purr and hungry look in her eye was more than enough to tell him just what kind of catching up she was looking hankering for. Tom's arm encircled her, but before he could steal another kiss he was shoved back onto the bed. A teasing hand stroking along his chin, "Mmmm, but first honey, I need to freshen up. How you can find a grease monkey like me attractive is beyond me." Winking over her shoulder at him as she slipped something out of her lingerie drawer, she'd sashay her hips into the bathroom.
The entire display was met with a plaintive whine from her husband who crossed his arms and gave her a stern look. "Alright, but you better be quick in there. I've waited long enough to have you again, and I don't intend on waiting much longer." Jessica only laughed at him before the door was gently shut.
No sooner was she free from his prying eyes than the coveralls were pulled free from her body. She had no idea how Master had reconstructed them, or from what but she was greatful. She doubted her husband would have been as trusting if she had shown up naked and come covered. The entire thing had been a carefully constructed costume, simply so that she would not be questioned... so that she could smuggle something very important into her apartment.
"Once you get the chance, let it free. It shall find your daughter and the rest shall fall into place." The words still rang in her head as she looked down at her body. Where there should have been fur, there was pinkish-grey flesh, covered in slime clinging and constricted around her entire frame. The thing was like a second skin but it sensed that its mission had begun. Slowly it began to pry itself from her body, leaving a sticky trail as it descended down her leg. Jessica was had to bite her lip, to keep herself from moaning, as the thick tendrils were removed from her ass and slit... it had been teasing and tantalizing her ever since she had left her Master and could not help but feel a pang of jealousy for her daughter and what awaited the sweet angel tonight. But that was not what her mission was... and she needed to shower and clean herself. Tom was waiting for her afterall... with one last glance down, she watche the thing slip into the ventilation system and disappear completely before stepping into the shower.
Elizabeth's room was a drab and dismal thing for a fourteen year old girl. A solitary bed, a few drapes around it, and a handful of stuffed animals collected from her younger years. There were no cool bands out here, or at least no posters to buy of them. There wasn't enough accessories for a little girl to buy to decorate her room with one she was lost in the middle of no where space. So she made do with what she could, decorating the room with little drawings attached to the steel walls with magnets.
She herself was in bed, sprawled across sheets. Long white hair inherited from her father splayed out behind her. Naked as the day she was born, with pillows all about her, one would be hard pressed to get anywhere near the flailing sleeper on most nights. Her developing chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of a heavy sleeper as she dreamed the dreams of young girls. Dereck Sloan, the powerful draft horse stallion, sweating and panting as he worked about her house in nothing but a speedo. Oh yes... Elizabeth's dreams were always enjoyable... at least the ones she could remember.
Just near the wall of her room though, something began to slither out of the darkness that had filled her room. Slithering out of the vent, the pinkish-grey flesh seemed almost a liquid as it traveled across her bedroom leaving a slick trail of slime in its wake. It climbed her bed and found rested itself just above her on the wall. Clinging to the surface it extended itself, gently trailing to thin tendrils down until they found her ears. With only a soft giggle from the young teenager, the creature continued, probing into the girls head. It only needed a small link... so that He could begin to work.
Elizabeth didn't notice anything at first. To her, she was in mansion like building. Surrounding her were her half-naked, muscular servants. All the men were at her command, and loved her and adored her, and would do anything for her. But it all began to change... she went from queen of the world to a compassionate Mistress. Removing herself from her high seat to help her poor servants in their tasks. Helping them clean, helping them cook, helping them mend clothes. As she did so she found them wearing more clothes. Their bodies were no less powerful, but she found their clothes becoming more elegant.
It seemed like only a moment ago they had been scampering about her house in only thongs, and now they were wearing full tuxedo's. Their bodies groomed into the finery of nobles... well that was because they were nobles. Confusion struck her there. They were servants, but she knew there was something in her mind telling her otherwise. No... they weren't servants... she was the servant. She was the one who was supposed to clean, to cook, to mend clothes. She felt her own elegant clothes slipping away from her... no... that's not right. She never had any elegant clothes. She always wore nothing when she served her Lords.
She knew she should be ashamed of her naked body, she could feel her cheeks blush, but then Dereck leant down and planted a soft kiss on her nose. Ooooh she could have fainted, but then he whispered, "Why are you so embarrassed? You're beautiful Elizabeth. You need to be proud of your body, and display it so that we might enjoy such beauty." His voice was so powerful and rich, and it made so much sense. Why should she be ashamed of herself if her Master thought she looked beautiful.
Her mind tried to stop again. No, he wasn't her Master, he was her Lord. She was a Servant not a slave. But then... why was she wearing this collar? She could feel it wrapped snugly about her throat... and it felt so right there. It belonged around her neck. Slaves weren't meant to question these things. They were meant to serve. To clean and cook and mend and to please their Master. To help relieve the stress of every day.
As she slept the alien creature had wrapped itself about her neck, snugly fitting around her throat. It could feel the paws tentatively explore it, as she dreamed the collar. It was not yet over with her yet, it's tendrils never left her ears... it new He would be angry if it did such a thing. He had plans for this one now and was working towards that.
Now she was before Dereck and all his friends. She was naked and so was he. His thick cock stood directly in front of her muzzle, pointing itself at her lips. Her eyes were wide, she didn't remember how she ended up here, surrounded by all of these powerful men but she felt her neck jerk towards that dick. The leash that was locked into place on her collar had forced her muzzle against that thick, throbbing cock. A shiver ran up her spine, but she knew she wasn't at all disgusted by the situation. Her nose inhaling that thick musky scent that was attached to the member...
The slimy flesh had wrapped it's about the girls throat. All around her its tentacles poised at her, on in particular now rubbing against her muzzle coating it in the warm, aphrodisiac. Pheromones were pumped into the air, everything done with the explicit purpose of driving the pre-teen into a sexual frenzy. By the soft submissive whines she was making, he knew her will was breaking as it penetrated into her mind and lived out her darkest fantasies...
"Come slave... please Master and his friends. That is what you are here for. To please us. It feels good to please... to have us filling you with our cock. You love it don't you? Say it, my pet. Tell us how much you love it." Derrick's voice was rich, deep, and powerful as it spoke. His horse dick rubbed into her soft cheek and he gave a pleased grin as she purred. That ringed, fluffy tail rose high as she lifted herself up onto her knees. Legs spread, the hungry wolf just behind Elizabeth gave a pleased growl as she presented herself.
"I... I..." for some reason she didn't want to say it. Some part of her fought back, but was quickly squashed as her tongue slipped free of her muzzle and she got her first taste of that beautiful cock. "Oh Master... it's everything I've ever wanted." Soft young lips began to plant adoring kisses all along the throbbing shaft. She felt that warm hand press onto her head, petting her gently. She knew she had done the right thing then, as she felt powerful fingers move behind her clutching at her hips. A thick cock soon grinding into the cleft of her ass just beneath her tail, smearing hot pre against her and eliciting a lusty moan from the young red panda.
She felt like she was having an out of body experience, as she worked her muzzle up that throbbing horse shaft, she'd wrap her lips around the tip and suckle hungrily on her Master's cock. Purring and the thick member, and rewarded with a dollop of pre for her eager behaviour. Her tongue slurped at the sweet nectar like a hungry kit, and her Master gave a loud moan. Head sliding down that shaft, images poured into her mind. Everything she needed to know on how to please her Master, how to lick and suck and her hands to make him feel so much pleasure. As her eyes looked up, she didn't see the powerful figure of Derrick anymore. Instead it was... something else entirely, but it didn't matter. He was her Master.
Slick and slimy flesh covered its alien body, terrible red eyes staring at her and wickedly sharp talons. A chitinonous armoed carapace covered his body, and for a moment she felt fear, but she wasn't given the opportunity to act upon it. No sooner did she feel that fear then a thick cock began to slide into her eager young slit. The ecstasy inducing slime that had covered her hid the pain of her breaking hymen as she felt the alien dick begin to mount her. She pulled her head off that cock briefly, a long sultry moan was made as she coiled her tail about the aliens waist behind her.
"Such a good pet... so loving." His soft words were spoken directly into her mind, and she couldn't help but feel loved as she felt the hips beginning to thrust into her. Gasps punctuated the ear, and just as she was getting louder she felt that thick dick pushed back into her muzzle so that she could nurse it. Fingers stroking it, as she felt tendrils beginning to grip and tease her entire body. Little tentacles moving, snaking about her soft flesh. She felt them grip her breasts, twisting her nipples, stroking her back and gripping the base of her tail. Even if she wanted to struggle, it was far too late for Elizabeth to do anything now as she was rocked back and forth on those two cocks. Her mind lost in a haze of pleasure.
Her lithe yong body shuddered and her throat filled with submissive whimpers. Her Master infront of her never let go of that collar, and tugged on it to remind her exactly who and what she was now. She didn't care, infact she exulted in the feel of these powerful males thrusting into her. She heard their moans and only worked that much harder to fill their needs. Her eager young slit gripping that cock tightly as she sucked and licked at that throbbing shaft in her muzzle. She began to lose count of all the orgasms that she had, her body convulsing, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she whimpered and moaned. Finally though she was rewarded, and her hard work earned what she knew she had been craving all this time. Thick hot seed began to pour into her muzzle and pussy. Her back arched delicately as she let herself be filled, gulping it down hungrily, already adicted to the sweet salty flavour that it possessed.
Her master pulled her head off in mid-orgasm painting her face with sticky cum. His voiced whispered into her skull, even as she moaned for more. "Good girl, such a good girl. Continue to please me and I will make sure you always feel this good." The response he got from his newly acquired slave was a submissive little purr, as she began to clean that thic cock. Washing it with her tongue as the creature behind began to thrust into her again, it seemed that it was still hungry for more and she was more then happy to provide what it wanted...
Everything had gone exactly as planned. Even as she whimpered and moaned, sucking on a fat tentacle as another ravaged her formerly virgin cunt, the mass had already begun converting the small bedroom. The bed was nothing more than a fleshy growth on the floor, soft tissue covered in tentacles and perfect to trap the fourteen year old girl in. Her eyes were open, and by all rights she was awake save for the images she was being forced to see. The mass of flesh sent the signal, and the Master received it. The first part of the plan had gone smoothly... but as it continued to enslave the daughter, it felt something was not going quite well.
The males voice sounded in distress, and it could hear that pitiful slut Jessica attempting to sooth it. It needed to move quickly. Tendrils began to explore the rest of the room. Slick trails left in their wake, as they prepared for what was to come. It seemed like an eternity, but the more time it had the better. It seemed that worthless bitch was at least good for something. At last it heard the hurried footsteps towards the room through the soft vibrations in the floor. Jessica's voice pleading that Tom come back to bed. Lights flickered on, but not in Elizabeth's room... never again in her room.
The Door opened. Light poured into the dark room, and the silhouette of Tom stood against the bright light of the apartment shining in.
"What the fuck is going on in here?! ELIZABETH!" His scream was filled with anger and fear, but it was already too late. The trap had been set... for nothing. Tentacles had been poised to ensnare the male only ended up catching him after a loud thud. Jessica stood just behind him, a wrench in hand as the cheetah slowly walked naked into the room.
"I'm sorry Tom, but your Daughter and I have a Master now. It's time you met him." That sultry purr made the pulsing flesh of the bed quiver, as the tentacles drew the unconscious male panda closer. The door shut behind both Jessica and Tom, and they were enveloped in the darkness, but not for long. Soon a new light flickered, and the room was basked in a dark, pulsing red light...
[Well that's the end of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 will contain a bit about what happened between Jessica and her hubby as well as his fate. Hope you enjoyed.]