Technical Difficulties
Floating unobtrusively in the Tay-ral Galaxy, Orane Station 41 was a remote and fairly unknown mining operation. Orbiting a barren wasteland rich in resources, they were able to scrape by a living in the middle of nowhere, with only the odd mining vessel to keep the permanent residences alive with fresh trade and lively tales of going-ons in the rest of the Universe. For the most part nothing remotely eventful happened at this reclusive sector in space...
It would be big news then when one of the Mining Vessels from the planet below began to rise. No response to hails, no life-signs. By the time ship was in sight of the station, it was clear that the engines were no longer even functioning, it was moving on pure inertia. By all rights, the thing shouldn't have even been out there, and with no answers in the near future the Station saw only a pile of rust ripe for scavenging. Using a tractor beam to pull the ship into docks, the Station administrators were quick to get the best and brightest on this mission. Out here in the middle of nowhere, any salvageable vessel was money they didn't have to spend.
Jessica's hand would motion the others to follow. The Ship that had been pulled into the station, one S.S. Raindown was apparently completely without power. No lights, no computers, only long and lonely corridors. So it was her duty to lead point, flashlight in hand casting a soft glow on her blue coveralls. There was little of her golden fur to be seen in the bulky work uniform, the spots that marked her as a cheetah were left to her visible face and tail. Her brown hair was cropped close to her face, having learned long ago that long hair was only a hassle when dealing with any sort of machinery, and behind her was her crew.
All girls, and despite whatever re-assurances she gave them, she couldn't get rid of the goosepimples that ran all down her arms, or get the hair to stop standing on end at the back of her neck. The girls behind her were no doubt feeling the same.
They marched through the lonely corridor in a straight line, and directly behind Jessica was the muscle of the group Tammy. She had been born and raised in a less than friendly environment, and because of that the equine morph took it upon herself to never let the fact that she was a woman to be the source of her weakness again. The sleeves of the coveralls were rolled up her arms, revealing powerful muscles that were drawn taught as she carried the majority of their heavy equipment. Arc Welders, spare fuel, the tool box and more, without ever breaking a sweat. She had always been a hardy workhorse, strong and resolute a pillar for the others to lean against in times of need.
Just behind her were the programming wiz-kids. A pair of twins, Samantha and Susan, matching right down to the hairs. The Siamese cats were almost a joke if not for their heritage, but their obvious asian descent was seen in their eyes and their life style. Computer gear in hand, the girls often did their best to joke and tease others in vain attempts to lighten the mood, but even here that feigned cheerfulness was drowned in the sombre darkness of the empty craft.
The last member of the crew was the quietest, and often the most serious of the lot. A petite little mouse, youngest of the crew but arguably the brightest of the lot, and she went by the name Melissa. Pristine white fur was always kept clean, and the coveralls always seemed to be feel misplaced on her lithe body that it covered so completely. Her golden hair kept neat and orderly in a pigtail, and large pair of glasses perched on her nose. Already her datapad was a buzz of hastily written notes as she took stock of the inventory just from sight. She was there to crunch the numbers and to make sure that costs were covered by the gain of salvaging this ship.
It would be Sam's voice that broke the interminable silence of the march, "Guys... can't we just bail... I don't know how much longer I can stand this place..." her voice was a pitiful whine that only earned a smart clap behind the head from her sister Susan.
Jessica's own voice would growl out an agitated "Shhh!" to regain silence and order amongst her crew. It was bad enough that they were constantly ridiculed for being women in what was mostly considered a male dominated trade. They had to fight for every inch of their success, and it was that discrimination against them that forced them to be the best this station had to offer. If they didn't become the best, they would have been shoved off to the side like every other woman trying to make ends meat in this shithole galaxy in the middle of butt-fuck no-where.
Finally though, as the twisting corridor came to a close, Jessica would call for a stop. "Hey Melissa, can you check the blueprint you uploaded about this ship from your datapad? This the Core finally?" Jessica was surprised that her voice was only a hoarse whisper, she couldn't even help it at this point. It felt like she needed to keep their whereabouts unknown... from what? Gods only knew.
With a soft chimes following the sound of fingers punching in agitation at the touchscreen datapad, Melissa would quickly answer. "Yeup. This is it, we should be able to restore power to the rest of the ship if we get this up and running."
With that said, the equipment came out. Crowbars and hammers, along with Tammy's strength would quickly get trying to get some kind of purchase on the electronic doors. Why these asshole designers had to get something as fancy as an electronically activated door on this ship, was beyond any of them but after a lot of sweating and grunting and hammering that would have woken the dead, Tammy's brawn finally beat the door. They only needed it about half way open for them to push their way in one at a time. The red glow of the Core's main chamber encouraged Jessica to turn off her light so as they finally all entered.
"Well... this should be simple nothing looks out of-aw fuck.. what the hell is that shit up there?!" Eyes were all drawn to their leaders pointing finger, following that one digit up to the ceiling where the countless cords and wires that connected the ships most basic and essential systems to the core. Where there should have been a ceiling there was instead a sickly fleshy substance, clinging like mould to the steel paneling, latching onto whatever electrical work they could infiltrate. Judging by the ominous red glows that it exuded, it was safe to assume that whatever it was, was drawing power from the ships main Core and was likely the reason why the ship became dead in the water... but... it still never answered where the ships crew was in all this.
They were never given the opportunity to fully digest the situation though. The door slammed shut, power seeming to return to at least some part of the ship, locking the girls in as the only entrance and exit into the room was sealed shut. The ambush was set, and they had all walked into what was fast becoming a trap. The loose grills that Sam and Susan stood on was turned against them as a slimy almost flesh like substance erupted out from under them. It quickly encased their legs, immobilizing the twins where they stood and quickly began to spread across their bodies. Climbing up their backs to their horrified screams.
Higher up along the walls, a similar substance shot out tendrils of their own, gripping poor Melissa as the mouse turned to stare in shock as the Siamese Felines were quickly ensnared. She didn't even get a chance to scream though as the tendrils wrapped about her throat, choking off her words as her arm were pulled behind her back and legs pulled out from under her. A heavy thump as her body hit the steel floor, knocking the wind from her lungs and a strangled cry as she was slowly dragged towards the walls. Only Jessica and Tammy were spared the treatment, and each had separate reactions to the ambush.
Tammy, for all her brawn, her eyes were wide in horror at everything going on. She was backing away slowly, watching as Melissa was slowly pulled away, as the twins were thoroughly imprisoned. The felines arms were only encased in the substance as they tried to pull themselves free, it was obvious that for her friends it was too late. Far, far too late, and with that in mind she'd throw herself at those doors. Her muscles ached as she repeatedly shoulder into the steel doors, but they never budged, she never stood a chance. No sooner had they closed than more of the substance began to fuse with the door just on the other side, there would be no escape for any of the scavengers.
Jessica was not about to leave her friends and colleagues though. She had spent years building up this crew from nothing, and now they were not about to be taken from her. She moved as quickly as her Cheetah heritage cut her out to be. Fingers clawing at the tendrils that were entangling about Susan, her own voice a hoarse whisper. "It's okay, I'm here, we're gonna get you out of this. We're all gonna get out this. Don't worry..." repeating the words, a mantra. Guilt wracked at her, she knew there had been something off... ever since the report came in from the administrators. Ever since they boarded this ghost ship, she knew there wasn't something right here, that she shouldn't have come or put her crew at risk. Now look at them... Jessica could hear Tammy's grunts as she tried to escape, she heard Melissa's feeble whimpers as she was hoisted up onto the wall. It was a horrifying display, but she couldn't help Melissa yet.
To her own dismay, she quickly realized she couldn't even help Susan. As her fingers became coated in that slick, slimey substance it was quick to spread. Her own hands felt like they were sucked into tar as she was pulled into it. Legs clawing at the ground as she tried to pull free, but found herself thoroughly lodged into the slime, imprisoned. Even Tammy was no longer spared, as her grunts and heaves finally died down, giving up and exhausted from her attempts to break open the doors the tendrils moved in. Her screams were faint, even her kicking and flailing limbs sounded weak as she struggled. It was all futile, as the tendrils quickly bound her arms behind her back, dragging her up off the ground, opposite of the wall of Melissa.
It seemed that while Jessica had been busy trying to free Susan, the substance had been busy fulfilling its own agenda. Already Melissa's overalls were tattered remains, only the sleeves were left and those were mostly submerged in the gooey wall behind the mouse. Her petite breasts were bared for all to see, and small slimey tendrils snaked along her abdomen, exploring her body. Her entire back was arched, her ponytail it seemed was in the mess behind her being tugged on cruelly to get her into the perfect position. A morbid display as the tendrils forced the pristine white legs of the rodent open. Tammy stared in horror as she was forced to watch her friend get raped by... she didn't even know what.
"Ohhhhh... no, no, no, no, no...." whimpered pleas though fell on deaf ears as Melissa's alien attack continued on its merry way. Thin finger like tendrils explored her perky little breasts. Toying with her nipples until they betrayed her body's base instincts. The trail of slime that the slick tentacles left along the womans body left glistening marks in the soft red glow of the core of where they had explored. Her head was craning upwards, as she shook her head profusely. She could feel them... even her arms and legs which had submerged deeply into the substance... they sucked at every finger and toe, tantalized every inch of her body. No matter how revolting she found them to be, they were unbearably good at finding her most sensitive spots. Finally eliciting a moan from the poor girl, before they began to gently tease at her now glistening cunt....
While all that transpired above, Sammy and Susan were quickly being put through their own paces. Encased all the way up to the hips, they could feel their coveralls sloughing off their body. It was obviously eating away at the material, and they each whimpered on cue as they both began to wonder if a similar fate was awaiting each of them. Something much different happened though, as deep in the slimy goo, they felt something firmly pressing playing against their nethers. Soft gasps being dragged out of the twins, as those greedy tendrils explored more of their feline bodies. Snaking in under their clothes, Jessica watched in horror as the bulges go could be seen under what was left of their clothes. Traveling up the felines, eliciting moans of both delight and terror from both felines as tentacles teased at their chests. Encircling their breasts, squeezing and groping them, the girls were sent into squeals as the tendrils finally tore the remaining bits of their uniforms from their body. Revealing to Jessica's horror that they had snaked and fully explored both of her friends bodies. The pair were already panting heavily, hips could be seen gently pushing back against the rhythmic pressure against their groins.
"You two were always the biggest pair of pervs ever..." but even as she chided them, her arms still lodged into the slime on Susan's back she had different thoughts. Oh yes, she fuck them... make them moan... some base part of her loved the idea of watching her closest colleagues get fucked silly by these tentacles. Fucked relentlessly... and maybe if she spread her legs a bit... and raised her tail...
She had to physically stop herself from leaning forward so much as she nearly got into such a provocative position. She didn't know what she was thinking, why she even contemplated it. She was married, married to the man of her dreams. Oh he wasn't the richest guy in the world... but she knew that she loved him and he loved her. The ring on her finger was an oath she had made... but somewhere in her mind those images were becoming hazy. As if acting on it, more tendrils began to creep up from the floor, rising up Jessica's long slender legs entwine about her. Pulling her back against the wall next to the door. They were meeting less and less resistance, her struggles dying as her mind fought against itself.
Jessica wasn't the only girl having this internal struggle. Tammy was still battling, even weakly against the tendrils that snaked along her now naked body. Stroking her sides, massaging her arms and legs. Stroking her heavy breasts and teasing her nipples, but the horse was as strong willed as she was strong armed. She felt that gnawing desire growing in her abdomen, the need for something physical that these tentacle... things were offering. But she wasn't giving in, even as she saw the twins eagerly succumb. Their loud moans echoing with Melissa's now pleasured whines.
Melissa's young and lithe body was put through the paces. Alabaster fur now completely coated in slime and sweat, eyes shut she felt a thick tendril grinding itself against her now sopping cunt. She could feel herself burning for this, she needed it so badly. She felt like she was on fire with need, as she thrust her hips crudely towards the teasing tentacle. When it finally filled her, she made a long loud moan. "Oh God yes..." it was all that she could have ever dreamed of. Succumbing entirely to the immediate pleasure of the moment, she didn't flinch when another thick tendril began to position itself at her ass. She squealed with pleasure as she was thoroughly ravaged and filled with these alien tentacles. Body lurched into an orgasm as she felt whatever was left of her dignity melt away, replaced only with the need for more and more pleasure.
Tammy's struggles had finally stopped. The mare had driven herself to exhaustion, and was now limp in the encasing slimy flesh that tangled about her muscular and powerful frame. A shiver of disgust running up along her spine as she felt her body responding to the tender caress of a slimey tendril that began teasing at her now hardened nipples. Eyes shut, teeth gritting as she just tried to ride it out, without making any noise. That was not to be though, as her legs were forced open, her exposed orifices were given plenty of attention to drive her mind towards encroaching madness. Slippery and sleek tentacles poked and grinded at her pussy and asshole, prodding but never penetrating her. She must've been teased for eternity, but by the end of it she was panting and her crotch was on fire with a hunger all of its own. Whatever logical part of her mind remained was being forced under pure unadulterated instinct that told her it was time to mate. "For the love of god..." exasperation was in her voice, and finally the tentacles went to work. Thrusting roughly into both of her holes, the mare's back arched as she gave a long loud sultry moan. It was all too much for her, and with her mouth wide open the alien organism jumped at the opportunity to fill her muzzle with another tendril. Tammy gagged at first, but the slime that coated that tentacle was sweet and savoury, her eyes seemed to go glossy as she began to suckle on it like a pacifier. Soon only Jessica seemed to remain sane as her companions were turned into lustful and horny animals, driven by an overwhelming need to mate.
Jessica's anguish was extreme, the sights and sounds were almost too much to bear. She shut her eyes and shook her head as she felt slime plaster and encase arms and legs. Jumpsuit melting away, revealing every inch of her perfect and toned body. Tendrils gripping her, making sure there was no escape... but no tantalizing touches. They did nothing to try and entice her, instead they locked her head forward. She thought they were forcing her to watch the Siamese twin continue to moan and writhe where they stood, but then she saw what she was truly being forced to witness. Rising up from the darkness, bathed in the red glow of the emergency lights a fleshy pod began to rise. It seemed demonic in that red light, as it reached ground level.
The veins began to pulse as it slowly began to split open like some kind of egg. The slime that coated was the same that had been torturing her and her companions. Emerging from it... was something that at least looked alive if not entirely terrifying. Insectoid like carapaces armoured it, and a pair of hulking and hoofed feet took ground shaking steps. God knows what it must've weighed, but it had an only too expressive face. A pair of glowing eyes and muzzle like mouth, a wicked grin filled with razor sharp teeth as it approached both Sammy and Susan. The pair practically purred as its slick talon like claws caressed their heads, submissive little whimpers filled their throats as they appeared to get "rewarded" for their response.
"Such good girls... you'll make excellent additions to the hive." The voice that spoke startled Jessica. Not because of it's deep, commanding qualities, but because it spoke through her mind. The creature was a telepath... and suddenly everything clicked into place. They were being mentally goaded into submissive acts, though she was sure the substance had some form of aphrodisiac that no doubt helped the creature.
"Oh yes... you're right on both account, kitty cat. The slime that surrounds the flesh of my hive works as an aphrodisiac, being absorbed through the skin, or ingestion as your companion is quickly realizing." That baritone voice, so cocky and sure of itself. Jessica was forced to watch in horror as the slime slowly released the felines before him, Sammy and Sue were only too eager to drop to their knees nuzzling adoringly at his thick legs. Fingers stroking him as they mewled up at him like a pair of starving kittens. Tails raised and eager, like a pair of cock starved sluts. "But it only works so well... I've always found a few mental suggestions really nail coffin shut, whenever it comes to creating a new concubine to serve me."
The pair of felines at his legs whimpered sullenly, as if noticing his attention was elsewhere, and it elicited a cruel laugh from the alien. "Such sweet and adoring slaves I have, come then... serve your Master. Show him how much you love him and his gifts." No sooner had those thoughts touched all of their minds then the carapace over the creature's crotch split open. A thick and veiny cock quickly grew to the felines excitement. Even Jessica felt the subtle nudge, the implanted desire to worship the organ slip into her mind. She tried to fight it, but the creature was a skilled telepath. Soon she was bombarded with images of herself, naked before his feet, drooling and lick, at that cock. Planting loving and tender kisses all along it, sucking it, milking it of its sweet del-
"STOP IT!" Jessica's scream went unheard apparently as she was able to focus once more on the Siamese twins. Whimpers filled her throat, struggling to keep the images he thrust at her out of her mind. Worse, she could feel the tendrils that had entangled her begin to tease and stroke her. Everytime she let her mind focus on a startling realistic image of herself bent over on all fours receiving that veiny cock she was rewarded. Given a stab of pleasure as her cunt was giving a carefully placed caress. The entire ordeal was maddening for the poor cheetah who was left to be mentally tortured.
Susan and Sam on the other hand were more than willing to succumb to the servitude he offered. Their muzzles were eagerly pressed into his crotch, inhaling that thick musky scent he exuded. Fingers stroking at his legs as they cleaned his cock of the intoxicating slime that he exuded. Thick purrs filled their throat as he stroked their heads lovingly. "Such good slaves I have. You please Master with your actions." Sammy had finally wrapped her lips around the thick cock, groaning at the mere taste of it in her mouth. Sue eagerly lapped at whatever her sister didn't gorge upon. "Thank you Master..." but it was clear that she was disappointed. She had been so lapping at his cock, hungry for a full taste only to have her sister snatch up the reward from her.
"Do not pout so, it is unbecoming of my loyal servant. Here..." and growing up from beneath the first a second identical cock grew. That wicked grin never left his face as he heard the squeal of delight from Susan. The Siamese kitten purred luxuriously as she began to suckle on her treat like a kitten begging for her cream. Jessica's heart sank as she watched, forcing the images out of her mind, the images that continually bombarded her.
"Why fight it?" His voice leaked into her skull like an insidious whisper, "Don't you want to feel the same pleasure they do? Don't you wish to just give in and enjoy yourself? You live to serve me, like all living creatures."
"No..." Jessica's voice sounded feeble even to herself, "No... no I'm married. I have a little daught-" She tried to shut up, but too late. The image filled her skull. Her little fourteen year old girl, she had her eyes but her father's black leopard fur. Sweet and cute, the image was corrupted though. She was forced to watch her little angel's clothes get ripped away. Those disgusting tendrils wrap about her body, tears forming the small child's eyes as her body was raped and ravaged. A flurry of images proceeded, each more horrifying then the last as her innocent daughter was turned into a cock craving whore.
"Oh god no.... please. Please anything.... just don't touch my sweet Elizabeth." She felt the tears streaming down her face as she begged him. She was no longer by herself. Susan and Sammy had managed to pry themselves away from those pulsing cocks enough to follow their new Master on all fours. He stood over her, a terrible shadow in that flickering red light. His twin members stood just inches from her muzzle.
"Submit then." His voice was loud and terrible in her mind, she screamed as he forced new images into her skull. Of her and her daughter both chained before him forced to serve as members of his concubine, "Submit and I may spare her from your own fate. Obey and I will consider letting her maintain her innocence. But before I even consider it, take up your new role, serve me. Serve your new Master."
Anguish filled her to her very soul, even as she felt Susan and Sam lean in against either side of her. Their slime covered fingers stroking her, comforting her, guiding her head slowly towards that thick dick. "It isn't so bad, Jessica. He just wants you to love him with all your body. Do it, and Elizabeth will at least stand a chance."
Salty tears covered her cheeks, and finally as she opened her eyes to come face to face with those two dicks she finally caved. If only for her daughter, she let herself inhale that intoxicating scent. She let her lips brush against the slimy members. Her tongue tasted that sweet, aphrodisiac slime, cleaning him. Shame filled her, but it was a fading sensation. As she tasted that slime, her fingers began to move of their own accord. Freed from the tendrils she found herself stroking him. An unwilling purr filled her throat. She remembered, vividly the pictures he had thrust into her mind. The images of her worshipping his cock, and it seemed so natural. The cheetah's face turned blissful as she was rewarded. A jolt of pleasure running up her spine as she felt her clit toyed with. A soft moan escaping her throat as she heard him whisper into her. Somehow she knew these thoughts were private, only for her.
"Good girl... yes that's it. Worship them, worship my cocks. I'll give you the cream you need. I'm everything you'll ever need. I'll give you new daughters to care and love. I'll be your entire world. Your god. All you need to do is pleasure me." His voice was insidious, but she couldn't help but listen to it. Her tail lifting high as she was freed from those tentacles to fully manoeuvre around those cocks. Lips wrapping around the crown of his member, she hungrily suckled upon him. On either side of her were Melissa and Tammy now. Both had been freed for their good behaviour as they kissed their Master's hooves while Jessica worshipped that cock. Her mind was dazed, all she could hear was his voice, all she could smell was his powerful musk and he was all that she could see. She felt secure, safe, and above all pleasure as a thick tentacle pushed itself up her eager pussy. She moaned around his cock, sucking all the harder and rewarded in turn by another thick tendril pushing up her ass.
Sammy and Susan were playing with the tentacles around them, moans filled the air of the core all around Jessica, but none of it mattered to the Cheetah. All she could taste was that delicious pre and slime, and she craved more. Head bobbing up and down that thick shaft, her fingers stroking and masturbating his second. She was only too aware that she was making all manner of lewd slurping sounds as she serviced that cock.
"Yesssss.... yes Slut. You have earned your reward..." The creature roared. It's mouth open it's talons gripped Jessica's head. The cheetah froze where she was, eyes shut as she felt the hot cockslime fill her muzzle. Warm jizzum filling her cheeks, making them bulge as she desperately gulped it all down. Whatever was left of her conscious thought had been crushed, as she felt his other cock begin to spew it's seed all over her chest and body. She felt it clinging to her and she moaned. Pulling her lips from his cock, only to be rewarded with another spurt that splattered across her muzzle and face. The other girls swarmed her, and she giggled, stroking their heads as she felt all their tongue beginning to hungrily lap at the cum that she had been sprayed with.
All the while she looked up at the creature, his cocks still hard and dripping with cum and slime. A terrible grin on his lips as he watched his newest slaves mewl and moan about him. But his voice entered her head once more, and she knew that he had whispered only to her like before. "What do you live for?"
"You Master..." The thought came instinctively, she knew it was true. "I'd do anything for you Master."
"Good pet, then I want you to do one thing for me. A special favour."
"Of course Master, anything. I want you to love me..." she mewled softly, her slave sisters ignorant of the conversation at hand as she felt Melissa nip playfully at one of her nipples eliciting a moan from the cheetah.
"Bring me your family, my pet. I want to love them as well."
She hesitated, for a moment, but then as she pictured her family the picture was distorted. She saw them, writhing in pleasure like she was no doubt about to, and she smiled. Her sweet daughter Elizabeth and her loving husband Tom deserved to be loved as much as she did. "Of course Master. I shall bring them to you right away."
His laughter boomed as he sat down, slime and strange flesh creating a throne against the corrupted metal of the spaceship. The pod had doubled as a lordly seat at the core of the ship. "Not right away, not yet. First I must enjoy each of you, my pets. I want to bless you all and I wish to enjoy time with you all in turn. It has been so long since I've had such loving company."
The girls were at his feet in seconds. Murmuring and begging to be the one to please him. Their minds entirely bent to his will as tendrils snaked and caressed his loyal servants. There would be plenty of time to create new servants later... for now he was intent on enjoying the ones he had just acquired.