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Space Perversity 3001

WARNING! The first pages of this story contain no sex at all! Read at your own risk.

Also there are some unfriendly things happening too.

Mission Log01: Frozen Meat

„The signal from the ship identifies it as one of ours." The captain lets the words linger in the air and watched the reactions in the faces of her crew. Some of them were harder to read than others. Particularly those floating upside down, an amusing yet sometimes disturbing side effect of zero gravity.

Her smooth tail lashed out once like a whip and hit the floor with a bang to focus the attention from the video feed, showing a quickly increasing space craft, back to her. "I need volunteers for the boarding party. We don't know why communication broke with Spacehopper 03. And since our mission is to complete their mission, I will make sure we don't make their mistakes. So... it could be dangerous."

Dee was not surprised to find most of the crew raised their hands without much hesitation. They had been in space for months now and as such were bored to death. Even virtual reality simulations and games get stale after the 100th time you got through them. An opportunity like this, regardless of the danger, was a welcome break from monotony.

The captain selected 3 people best suited for the job and then proceeded with the briefing. Normally she would have done the briefing only with the boarding party to cut down rumors, but right now rumors and gossip was the best that could happen to the crew. More distractions from the routine.

"As you can see the ship is almost identical to ours. It's mostly several big wheels with a stick in the middle that can rotate to create artificial gravity. While the exterior is similar to our ship, the interior does have several major differences. When inside don't get tempted to apply your knowledge of this ship to the other. You'll only end up lost.

That's it basically. We go in, collect information about their mishap and get out again. If we are lucky we can fill up our reserves with rations, spare parts, oxygen and fuel. Any questions? . . . Good. Baz, Zot and Bar: Prepare for the boarding. All others: Go back to work."

As the members left the room she was sure not much work would be done today. Everyone who could (which would be just about everyone) would be watching the video feed and listening to the audio.

Out here it was the equivalent of a Michael Ratson live concert. And the boarding party were the lucky ones with the backstage passes.

1 hour and 47 minutes later a hollow, deep boom sounded through Spacehopper 05 as it completed the docking maneuver with Spacehopper 03. The two space ships now looked like a stack of coins with a skewer going through the middle.

In the air lock the 4 space travelers gathered and did the last checks on their equipment. It was quite a colorful group that had assembled. A rat, an anteater, a donkey and a sheep. With so many different shapes it was clear who was who just by looking at the suits. Baz had an extra roomy helmet to make room for his horns, while Bar needed some extra space for his long donkey tail. And Zot... with her long snout her helmet stuck out most. Dee was the only one with a standard suit. Her big ears could easily fold under the helmet and her tail was small enough to be tucked into one leg.

"Alright. Here are the latest news. The ship is still pressurized and the air contains enough oxygen. However, only open your helmets in an emergency. It's quite cold in there. Also we don't know if there has been a bio-hazard outbreak or something. Stay together and don't do anything stupid."

"Yes." - "Roger" - "Alright!" - "Finally some action!"

Then the moment was finally there. The pumps flooded the gateway and a few minutes later the heavy doors swung open. With carefully timed thrusts they floated through the air lock and then entered the other ship.

It was freezing inside, but they didn't notice it thanks to their heated suits. The ship was silent and empty. In a live and active ship there is always some engine or device running, beeping or otherwise making noise. After months on-board these noises get filtered out by the brain creating a new threshold for 'silence'. So in the first moments the lack of sound was... overwhelming. Nobody spoke, nobody even dared to breathe. When Baz slipped on a sheet of sleet and banged his head (well, helmet) ever so slightly on the ceiling it rang like a church bell through the whole ship.

Even though it was only a few minutes it had seemed like half an hour until they reached the navigation module at the very front of the ship. At first glance it looked exactly like the one where Dee had held the briefing 2 hours ago. But Bar immediately noticed a few scratches on the maintenance panel and got close to inspect it.

Meanwhile the other three pressed buttons and checked readings, trying to get this ship heated up again.

"Can we get this ship above subzero again?" - "The main RTG (radioisotope thermoelectric generator) does not have enough power left. It can power the basic electronics, but there is not enough juice to heat the whole ship. We could burn some of the leftover fuel in the backup generator. It should last long enough and this ship isn't going fly anywhere anymore anyway." - "Hm... it's a shame to lose the fuel, but okay. We should have more than enough left. And I'd hate to have to work the whole time in this thing, not to mention most things on-board are not going to work frozen like that. Gah! I am sweating already. Zot! Can you shed some light on the situation here?"

Zot looked up from the ship's log "Not much I'm afraid. Everything looks fine here. No major problems. Ship was on course, every system was running fine... and still is. At least according to the log.

The rat raised an eyebrow, but before she could reply the donkey popped out from under the console and spoke up "Captain." - " Yes Bar?" "Something is wrong here. Someone has tinkered with the navigation console." - " You mean that it shows the wrong values?" - "Exactly."

Dee utters some curse words she moments later realized were now recorded. "Oh great. More things to worry about. Sigh. Bar, can you fix it?" - " I think so. I just have to remove the bogus device that sends the wrong readings and rewire everything. Takes about 10 minutes I guess." - " Do it. Baz, Zot. Go to the storage ring and begin with an inventory of all the stuff we can use. As soon as the ship thaws I want the goods transported as quickly as possible. I get some creepy vibes of this ship." - "You are not the only one." noted Bar from behind the panels.

The two disappeared back into the hallways and Dee started the backup generator, burning up the rocket fuel. A shock ran through the ship and it sounded... unhealthy. She could have sworn she heard frozen metal bend and break in some places. But that was just her imagination. The ship was built to last.

Only 30 seconds later the vents began to blow hot air into the cockpit and presumably all the other rooms. "It should be nice and cozy in a bit."

"Captain! Baz reporting." - "Yes. What is your situation?" - " We encountered a slight problem. The storage ring has been sealed off and appears to be in a vacuum... there is a corpse here." - "Finally!" - "Finally, Sir?" - "Baz. We are on board a ship turned refrigerator that had a crew of 50 people. Not finding any corpses would mean something is very, very wrong. I can deal with dead people. Space is dangerous. Accidents happen. I accepted that when I hired for this job. We can mourn the dead later when we are done here." - "Yes sir." - "So what is the status of the corpse? What was the cause of death?" - "Um... I'm not sure I am comfortable saying that over the com. I am sending you a private stream of my camera."

"Oh... okay?" Surprised, Dee accepted the stream and had it play inside her helmet. What she saw made the stomach wince. It was a rat like her, female too. She was naked except for a S&M leather harness. Whip marks were all over the body. But the worst came when the camera moved around to the backside. Dee could see deep inside the woman as metal rings placed inside anus and vagina held both orifices open wide.

"What the f-!" was all she could reply at this moment. "What happened here?"

Mission Log02: Meaty popsicles

Roughly an hour later the temperature inside the ship was high enough to survive without a suit. Dee expected the smell of rotting flesh as she removed the helmet. But the air was fresh. In front of her was the still frozen corpse of the rat that was found outside the storage floating in microgravity. Via private com link she was chatting with the doctor back in Spacehopper 05.

"What do you make of this? What happened here?" - "Obviously something very kinky. Hehe." - "Stop with the stupid jokes. If you can't give me any useful information then say it. There are some more problems I have to tend to."

Dee was pissed off. After all, she had to do all the examinations while the doctor comfortably reclined in his chambers. She had to stare up that woman's spread ass way too long to still be in a good mood. "The cause of death seems to simply be exhaustion. She must have endured long physical and mental abuse up to a point where her body simply couldn't cope anymore and gave out. Rectum and vagina do not show any signs of tearing despite the large objects inside, which must mean a gradual stretching over a longer time span. Dried in seminal fluid suggest that several males must have ejaculated onto and into her recently. I mean recently before she was frozen.

The number of both fresh and old whip marks also suggest a long time of abuse. By my guess she has been taking part, voluntarily or involuntarily, in hardcore S&M orgies for at least several months."

"Voluntarily? Are you saying that she allowed others to do this to her?" - "Not necessarily. But she does not show the usual injuries you get when defending against an attacker. However there are many ways to get someone to do what you want against your will. I just ruled out the most obvious." - "That was both more and less informative as I had hoped. Thanks though." - "My pleasure."

Dee took a few deep breaths and then left the infirmary, glad to have the corpse out of sight. "Boarding Party, Report!" She barked into the com.

"Bar here. I found some spare parts and tools that would come in handy. No corpses." - "Baz here. The water tanks have ruptured as it froze. Hardly worth the effort to salvage that. No corpses." - "Zot reporting. Even if we continue to burn fuel for a day or two, there is enough fuel left to completely fill our own tanks. I found no corpses either."

"Thanks. Organize the transfer of all goods that are worth taking and then meet me at the storage door."

As she was making her way back to the storage, Dee sifted through everything she learned so far. The computer had been tampered with, showing continuous flight, while it had been just drifting in space. Apart from the woman no other crew member was found. All connections with the storage room were severed. Whatever happened, the answers were to be found behind the storage doors.

So the boarding party gathered in front of said door and without saying a word got back into their suits. To enter they had to seal the area in front of the door, so the rest of the ship would stay pressurized. Since it was not an airlock, pumping out the air took much longer than usual. Over half an hour the 4 people were just standing... floating around and looked at each other in silence. Then the light switched to green, indicating that the doors could be opened now.

At first they only saw a black void. But soon the sharp beams from their suit's lamps cut through the darkness and revealed the gruesome truth. The storage room had been converted into some kind of perverted fantasy dungeon. The various crew members were all naked or wearing skimpy leather outfits. Most were chained to strange torture devices, improvised from various machinery. All of them were connected to a virtual reality machine, similar to the one in their own ship.

All the cables led to a single master machine with the frozen corpse of a male badger sitting in it. "Holy shit." Bar was the first to break the silence "What the fuck happened here? I mean sure it is boring to travel through space for months, but this?!"

It took Dee a moment to calm herself enough to give new orders. "Spread out. Check the storage, but don't touch anything!"

The search was quick and uneventful. Dee almost expected one of the meat popsicles to come to life or some alien to jump them, but nothing happened. All in all they counted 27 people. Which would mean a large part of the 50 man crew was still missing. However the rather large hole in the ceiling provided an easy explanation to where they went.

Zot was analyzing the hole and did not take long to reach a conclusion. "The hole was made with an explosive from the inside while the room was filled with air, resulting in explosive decompression." - "I see. Yet another fact to this confusing potpourri. Bar! What's up with the VR machine?"

The donkey looked up from the tangle of cables and replied: "It has been modified. Basically it gives only one person full admin rights while the rest are standard users. But that is not the really unusual part. The settings have been changed so that even the most basic functions are restricted to admins." - "Such as?" - "Well for starters, logging out." - "Wait, are you telling me that they could not log out of their VR simulations?" - "That would be correct. And one man had all the control and could basically make them do anything, experience anything." - "Why didn't they just take their gear off... the manual log out?" - "Not when their muscles are blocked as soon as they grabbed for the gear. At least that is what I would do if I would want players to be completely unable to leave a simulation." - "Can this old simulator even do muscle control? I mean it's not even wireless." - "Just because it uses cables does not mean it is outdated. They, just as we do by the way, receive regular system updates and improvements via transmissions. Then the one responsible for the VR system can update the it with the new developments. While the exterior is from an older model, it has been kept up to date for years."

Dee let out a sigh. This was just too much crap at once and she was getting tired. The boring routine on board Spacehopper 05 sounded really good by now.

"Alright, we're done here. Let's pack up everything we need. I've had enough of this place. Bar, pick up the VR equipment for later analysis. And download the ship's log. If we can remove the bogus content it would provide useful information." Everyone silently agreed and surprisingly fast the storage was emptied of all valuable contents and shipped to Spacehopper 05.

Mission Log03: Finally, sex

Spacehopper 03 quickly shrunk down to nothingness as the engines began to fire again. Dee was happy to have that thing out of sight. It meant that it would be out of mind soon... at least she hoped. But there was still some unfinished business to do before she could relax.

She made her way to the computer lab were Bar was brooding over the salvaged equipment. "How's it going?" - "Very good. All our reserves are full. We could probably build a second ship with all the spare parts we got now. Fuel tanks are full too. This should give us a lot more wiggle room at our destination. We can probably extend the stay for several weeks." - "What about the Navigation Log?" - "Also that is good news. I wrote a program that compares their data with our ship's data. The program flags all fake content and creates a clean log we can use."

After a nod of approval for the good work Dee swallowed and turned to the VR equipment. "What about this?" - "Well. Whoever was maintaining it had lots of experience. It is strongly protected and probably contains dozens of highly dangerous programs. I hooked it up to an analyzer of my own design. Hopefully it will bring some light into this mess." - "You didn't plug it into the ship's main system do you?" - "Oh please. I have been watching way too much Space Trek to plug some weird device in our main system. It's isolated with no contact to any system. Of course this means I have limited CPU power, so cracking the protection will probably take a few weeks, if I can crack it all." - "I am in no hurry to hear about this again. I just wanna relax and forget about this for a while."

As Dee moved towards the exit Bar asked: "Want to join me later in a VR adventure? I heard the new Pie-Rats on the Caribou expansion is very good." - "I had enough adventures for a while. I think I'll go to the beach and just, y'know do a whole lot of nothing." - "Have fun then."

It was refreshing to escape the confinements of the ship even if it was just a simulation. But the sand and the sun felt so real it was easy to let go and just enjoy the sim. Dee had picked a nude beach sim and was not really surprised to find several of her crew mates in it too. There was even a small orgy going on in one of the beach houses.

But Dee wasn't looking for sex right now, so she just dropped into a couch and let the sun shine on her fur. One nice effect was that there was no difference between her limbs and the rest of her body in VR as it was outside. Her prosthetics, as good as they were, always felt slightly different.

She listened to the waves going in and out and was on the verge of drifting into sleep, when she saw a familiar silhouette through her half closed eyes.

Smiling, she greeted him: "Bar! Didn't you want to play the adventure sim? Oh my! Have you been playing around with your avatar settings again?"

The thing Dee was referring to was the gigantic schlong dangling between the donkey's legs, which certainly was not like the real one. The effect was particularly pronounced due to his slender frame. "Oh come on. How old are you? You're not a horny teenager anymore."

Bar said no word and instead his erection began to grow and raise upwards. He stroked his meat a few times and then pointed at the naked rat making a lewd gesture with his arm and tongue.

"So you wanna play the though asshole eh? Well alright. You have been doing great work today, so a little reward is justified." Dee shifted around and grabbed the meat missile in front of her. She couldn't even fit her muzzle around the tip and so settled for a few licks along the shaft. The donkey did not react to the caressing at all so she got down on all four, raised her ass and presented it to him. "Just don't take too long. I have a lot of relaxing to catch up with."

A grin appeared on Bar's face, that shocker her for a moment. 'He really plays the tough asshole part well' Dee thought to herself as she felt the tip of the dick being pressed against her outer labia. Then she suddenly remembered she had not adjusted her body to a cock of that size. The safety features would adjust the figures on the fly as necessary, but it still was a bit uncomfortable as it was lagging slightly behind. So she quickly she opened the parameter menu and increased the size and depth of her reproductive system.

With a loud 'schlorp' noise the humongous dick slid into her body and came to rest only a little bit behind her collarbone. It was filling out her whole vagina and womb and as Bar began pounding her body hard, her tightly stretched cervix rubbed over the middle ridge on his equine member. In reality Bar would have squished her organs into a bloody pulp but here in the sim it felt wonderful. Dee began to relax despite the rough pounding and was drifting off into half sleep as a spike of pain suddenly rushed through her body.

From one moment to the other her body was filled with... well organs. They were squeezed between the huge dick and her own body. It felt as she was kicked in the stomach. The air was pressed out of her lungs too so she could not even scream as the dick impaled her again and again.

"Bar! Bar! Stop. Something is wrong. STOP!" she tried to speak with all her might, but the words were hardly a whisper.

But she was sure Bar heard her as he began to laugh. It was a deep and cruel laugh without any hint of warmth and the sound scared her even more then the prospect of being fucked to death by a giant penis. What had happened to Bar?

"Do enjoy the ride Bitch? This is only the beginning. I have much more in store for you and your little group of- Aaaargh!"

Evil Bar was cut off in the middle of the sentence as a strange projectile hit his chest. Black goo emerged from the metallic thing and engulfed his body within a few seconds. Dee felt the control over her body return and pulled herself of the big dick. Just as the rest of his body, it was now black and smooth.

"Dee! Are you alright?" it was the same voice she just heard, but in the usual warm tone. "B-Bar." Dee stuttered "W-what happened?"

"Malicious code. Don't know how it got in here, but I neutralized it.

"How did you...?"

"Your heartbeat was off the charts. I quickly plugged in to check on you. Seems whatever it was, gained admin rights and used it to control your avatar. Oh shit!"

Both her eyes darted to the black statue. Green lines began to appear on the outside, similar to the pattern on a microchip.

Bar reacted quickly: "Admin Bar override. Instant kick all registered players, then ultra-terminate program."

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Mission Log04: Reality is a harsh and cruel mistress

As Dee opened her eyes a bright light robbed her of sight. Her brain felt as if it was banging on the inside of her skull to break free... and succeeding. "Ooooh crap."

"Careful Dee." she recognized that voice. She blinked her eyes and slowly shapes began to peel out of the wobbly background. "Zot. Where am I?"

"Sickbay. Along with almost a dozen others." before Dee could mutter a 'What happened' Zot continued "Mental shock. Due to the instant separation without the proper log out procedure, you and the others experienced a quite a harsh backlash. The headache should ease down in a few minutes."

The rat looked around and saw many people holding their heads, but were otherwise alive and well. "How on earth did we get that shit onto our main system?"

"The navigation log." Baz had chosen the perfect moment for a dramatic entry. "I have never seen such an efficiently coded program. It was not hidden within the navigational data, it was the navigational data! The process of reading and comparing it with ours decrypted and unpacked the whole thing, making it active again."

From behind her someone familiar continued: "This sounds not like a virus, more like a spore forming fungus. We should try to get the name registered as new type of malware. You see the spores are a robust form of the fungus and can survive extreme environments until they-" Bar didn't get much farther, as Dee wrapped her arms around him, planted a kiss on his lips and under tears told him "Thank you! Thank you so much. For a moment I thought I was gonna die."

A bit intimidated by the role of the great hero, Bar blushes and just puts his arms around her too. "We are safe now are we? No more evil programs lurking around?"

"You apparently don't know what 'ultra-terminate' means. I fried the whole sim section with that command. Not just the software... the hardware too. Good thing with got all those spare parts."

"Oh Bar. Thanks again." as Dee was gazing into Bar's eyes she suddenly noticed something "Oh? I don't remember you having heterochromia."

„ What did you just say?" the donkey was serious all of a sudden "Are my eyes really multicolored? Argh!" before Dee could even nod, Bar began to convulse as little sparks danced along the VR headband he was still wearing. Seconds later he went limp. He had no pulse, didn't breathe... Dead.

And then she heard that voice again, it didn't sound like Bar's this time, but she knew it was him.

"Ho ho ho. Almost a worthy opponent this one, but in the end he was just another amateur."

"NO! It can't be! You have been fried!" Dee yelled at the top of her lungs in panic.

"Funny fact is, inside a computer time flows much faster than in the real world. And I have been inside computers for a looong time. The battle was decided before it had started. Like playing against a preschooler in trivial pursuit. He simply didn't have my... expertise. But enough about him, lets talk about you."

A flood of commands suddenly shot into the rat's head and she realized she was still wearing the VR equipment as well. Her arms darted up to rip it off her head, but froze inches away from it. "Your mind is strong, but it is too bad you have mechanical limbs. All too easy to control."

Baz and Zot in the meantime had made eye contact and came to the same conclusion. Both darted forward towards Dee to rip the headgear off, but they were too slow. The rat's legs moved and made her jump back, at the same time one grabbing a scalpel from the doctor's cabinet. In the blink of an eye later the sharp object was against her throat. "Stand back or she looses her head." the voice bellowed.

Both stopped in her tracks and slowly backed up again.

"Good, good. Ha ha ha!" the voice laughed manically again. "Now what should I do with you? Oh! I know."

Dee began move in strange, awkward way towards one of the cabinets with the medical equipment, the scalpel always close to her aorta. "Go. Tell the others shut down the whole -"

"NO! If anyone moves a muscle she dies."

"Do it! Before he infects the whole ship! That's an order!"

Zot was paralyzed by the decision presented, but Baz reacted quickly. He turned into a lavender dart of fluffy fur and ran out the sickbay.

Dee gasped and expected cold steel to dig into her skin, but instead her arms reached for a device from the cabinet and pressed it against her chest. She felt a short pain as something burrowed into her skin and the device lodged firmly.

With audible pleasure the voice spoke again "Do you know what this is?... It is a defibrillator, albeit for a species with much tougher skin than you and more mass. Now I have a kill switch I can turn on and off as I please."

"Pfft. As soon as Baz reaches the generator he will shut you down!"

"Oh really? Why do you think I let that buffoon save you? Why did I only attack now and not right away? The answer is simple. I just needed a bit of time. I already control the whole ship. There is nowhere left to run and unless you want your friends to end up like that little ass over there you better order them to stop resisting." - "NEVER!"

"As you wish."

Dee's appendages forced her back onto the operation table and her right arm began caressing her clitoris, while er left arm pinched one of her nipples. It was only now that the rat realized she had been naked the whole time. The caressing quickly turned into fingering and then her whole hand pushed inside her vagina. Meanwhile the other hand increased the pressure on her nipples to full force. Dee began to pant and wince from the quick stretching and the mistreated nipple, prompting Zot to hurry over and pull the arm back out.

Moments later the defibrillator fired and both Dee and Zot were shocked with thousands of volts of electricity.

"That was a low setting. Do not interfere again!"

Still shaking from the shock, Zot tumbled backwards, surprised and confused. Tears ran down her cheeks as she sunk to the ground sobbing. "I'm sorry" was all she whispered.

"S'okay." the rat replied weakly.

Her own arm reminded her that she was still not in control as it again burrowed into her sex. It wasn't as bad as before now that she had time to adjust to the size, but that did not last long. Her own hand pushed as deep as it would go and she could feel it hitting something. It was the entrance to her womb. But the hand didn't stop there. The fingers began to push and wiggle trying to pry the tightly shut entrance open. "You can't! Not in there."

"Says who?" the voice said playfully and her hand pushed hard again. To her surprise this time one finger managed to push through her cervix. Dee could not even scream as the pain hit her.

However as she looked upon Zot for moral support she found her tears had stopped and she appeared to be... masturbating? And then Baz came back, obviously not having carried out her order. He was fully aroused and began jerking off while watching her squirm.

That could not be. Dee forgot her pain for a second as she watched her best friends pleasuring themselves, while she was being tortured.

The whole scene became stranger and stranger. As a soldier she had undergone both mental and physical training to resist extreme situations... among them torture. But this... she was assaulted on both fronts, body and mind at the same time. Was she dreaming? A nightmare after seeing these things on the other ship?

But the pain was only too real and quickly brought her back to reality.

"Dance my puppets dance! Ho ho ho!" the cruel laugh became ever present as her own appendages raped her. Her left now grabbed her whole breast and made her claws dig into the flesh with all its strength, squeezing the tissue and penetration the skin.

But the worst was her right arm. After poking a finger through her cervix, Dee thought it couldn't go any deeper since it was too short in this position. But her arm simply detached and realigned with her body stiffening up. It was like a huge sex toy now, already wedged into her pussy... and her artificial legs only too willingly pushed it inside. With one strong push her arm brutally broke through the barrier... Dee only caught the first glimpse of the pain as it was more than enough already to cause her to black out.

Mission Log05: And it goes on

This time the awakening was rather pleasant. Dee didn't feel any pain. That was a big plus already. As her eyes began to focus on her surroundings, her first glimpse of hope was crushed swiftly though. Her arms and legs were missing. And her own body felt strange... wrong. There were stitches all over it.

She scanned the room and didn't know which one she was in. And she knew the whole ship inside out. Everything was covered in cables and most cover panels had been removed, exposing the interior. And over there... someone else was lying on a table. Was she still in sickbay?

"Are you sure you are not a bear? You slept pretty long there. Hope you had nice dreams" the voice was back and sounded rather amused. Dee bit her lip and just glared straight forward, as the voice seemed to come from everywhere.

"Still feisty I see. Good. I like a challenge. Your friends... hehe... didn't prove much of one." then waiting for a few seconds to watch her reaction he continued "I hope you like the changes I made to your body."

Those words hit her harder than she thought they would. She almost expected something like it. "What did you do?"

"Let me show you."

Baz entered the room... he was carrying a mirror... in his belly. It had been crafted into his body like a primitive cyborg limb. "When the mirror breaks all his organs fall out, much likely getting shredded in the process. Better be careful with him. A masterpiece of surgery if I may say so myself."

Of course Dee was shocked to see the ram suffering like this, but the reflection in the mirror was just as shocking if not more. The only thing she could see was a giant hole where her pussy used to be, held open by several metal rings placed inside. And from the looks it went very deep. "Your arm was rather brutal my dear Dee. You are lucky to be alive. Lots of internal bleeding so I had to improvise. I also took the liberty of removing all the nerve endings down there. We wouldn't want you to suffer any pain would we now?"

"Hah. Now I know you are bluffing. Surgery of this kind is impossible here. We don't even have equipment that sophisticated." - "Oh really now?"

The sheep turned walking mirror grabbed a medical clamp and squished her engorged clitoris till it exploded like a full tick. She could see blood squirting around, but didn't feel anything. Nothing at all. In a way, it was so much worse than if she had felt the pain. At least then she'd still feel... something. Now she would never again be able to experience an orgasm. Not that anyone would want to do her gaping hole down there anyway.

"Amazing what you learn over the years with enough test subjects to train on. And by the way. Your other friend has your problem in reverse. I transplanted the extra nerve endings into her body."

Silent and with an empty expression on his face, Baz went to pull the table closer so Dee could see what was on it. On it was the anteater. "Zot!" Her face a distorted mess of pleasure. Dozens of tiny electrodes were attached to her genitals nipples and other erogenous zones. Her body was... no trembling was not the right word. It was vibrating. Minimal movements as if all muscles tensed and relaxed at the same time in quick intervals. From her anus and pussy protruded two very familiar prosthetic limbs. Reduced to mere sex toys they trembled and wiggled inside the anteater.

"Poor Zot here has been experiencing an intense orgasm for over 48 hours now. See that device in her hand? It turns the stimulus off. But just like a drug addict she is now totally hooked to the feeling. She doesn't want it to stop... ever. Let's see what happens if we turn it off for her."

The effect was immediate. Zot stopped vibrating and in within seconds began to push the button on the control rapidly. And as that didn't bring back the pleasure she began to cry. Like a newborn longing for the breast of her mother.

"Her mind is gone, her intellect and all her knowledge worthless. Her only goal now is to get pleasured, always and forever. Well let's give her what she wants."

The crying stopped as soon as it started and Zot fell back into the blissful stupor she was in before.

Dee could feel her mental shield slowly crumble. There was no hope anymore. Her friends were all enslaved, tortured or... dead. She didn't understand how this program... no... this monster managed to control all the machines and even the people. But it didn't matter. He had won.

"Ho ho ho. Yes! Yeeees. Seems like I finally cracked your shell little Dee. But I have one last surprise for you."

Tiredly the rat raised her head and looked at the door to see what else the sick mind had come up with. But nothing could have prepared her for what came now. She couldn't suppress a high pitched squeak as Bar walked around the corner. His body showing advanced stages of decay, wires and cables poking in and out of him everywhere. And there between his legs. An amalgam of... penises. The guy must have cut off the dick of every male on this ship to craft this frankenstein monster of a cock.

"A monster cock for a monster hole. Fitting don't you think? Did you know muscles can work for weeks after death when properly treated and stimulated?"

It was the cinder block that broke the camels back. Dee dropped back onto the operating table and just awaited the inevitable. She didn't even cry, she just wanted it all to be over.

This of course make the voice break out into another series of evil laughter, as Bar slowly approached the table and placed his meat stick covered in stitches at the entrance formerly known as vagina. Dee felt her body moving back and forth, but felt nothing. She knew very well that this huge monstrosity was invading her insides, doing god knows to her freshly patched up body, but he might as well have just rocked table without even touching her. She wouldn't know. Her lower body didn't give her the slightest signal.

Memories of when she first got the artificial limbs came to her mind. Equally dead and foreign was now her whole body.

Then she suddenly heard a voice in her head.

"Do not speak. It's me Bar. I can't hear you, but should be able to hear me. I needed to wait for direct avatar to avatar contact to speak to you unnoticed. To make it short: You are still in sim. Ship's system locked off to him. He wants into your body to escape. Too well protected for direct assault. Needed opportunity. Just when he tries to take over your body, use suicide command. I reactivated it. I will do the rest. He can't suspect anything! Your act of being broken and will-less must be perfect. Bar end."

This conversation was only a few seconds long, but reignited Dee's willpower. In the last moment she could suppress a triumphant outcry and turn it into a whimper. Going along with the whimper she mimicked Zot's behavior and began to wail and cry.

Bar was still rocking back and forth between her legs, but she paid him no mind. Dee only focused on acting helpless and remembering the suicide command. It was an old command no longer used due to the harsh side effects. If an instant kick was like getting a hit by a boxer, the suicide command was like getting hit by a truck. It meant days of headache at the very least. But that was a price she was more than willing to pay.

"Seems the fruit is ripe. Time for harvest." A black cloud began to form above Dee. She watched closely but pretended to count the tiles on the ceiling instead. The cloud's outlines quickly formed a rough image of a male badger with long clawed fingers and a wide grin covering the otherwise featureless face.

Dee swallowed as the black badger cloud engulfed her body and the clawed hands dug into her skull. The rat could feel something trying to gain access to her mind and her own self being pushed aside. She had to act quickly. "Command: suicide".

"No!" it was the first time she heard the voice with a different tone. It suddenly did not sound as menacing and powerful as it had just seconds ago.

Never felt those two words better as in this moment "FUCK YOU!"

And with that it was over.

Mission Log06: Epilogue

As Dee opened her eyes this time, she only saw friendly (and worried) faces staring at her. Quickly she patted over her body to check if all was still there where it was supposed to be. "Is this real? Am I now in the real world?"

"E'yup!" Bar brought his face before Dee's and said: "Look into my eyes." - "They... are the same color." - "Then it's not a sim."

As Dee gave him a confused look he explained. "A little trick from people that spend a lot of time in sims and switch rapidly back and forth, such as programmers and sim creators. We hide a little error in our avatar to always remind us when we are in a sim and when not."

"Oh Bar." Dee broke out in tears of joy as she hugged Bar. "It was so horrible. I thought... I thought you all... and I... I had given up." - "Ssssh. It's okay. That persona had honed his cruel skills over endless months inside and outside of sim. That fact that you held out so long speaks for you. I shudder to think what the real guy must have been like. Luckily it was only a persona program."

"What?! That was only a program?"

"Yes. A program simulating the person who wrote it. One of the best I have ever seen. As much as I hate to say it, that guy must have been brilliant. The program only had part of his abilities."

"Oh my god. What a terrifying thought."

"Indeed. It was lucky for us... me. The program did not realize the set up here was wireless when it tried to fry my brain. With a cable hooked up you can circumvent safety measures and just shock with all you got. But in our case he could only use the battery power of the headset which was by far not strong enough to kill me. This allowed me to fake death and strike in the right moment to finish the program for good."

Dee sat silent for a while afterward. There was so much information to take in. "And all the avatars I saw while inside? Were they bots?"

This time it was Baz that answered. "Indeed. Within the first few minutes we managed to cut the system off and unplug everyone except you and Bar. The others only got the first glimpse of the horrors."

"I am so glad. Nobody should be forced to live through something like that."

As she said that the sheep stepped forward with a syringe. "I can give you this. It prevents the memories still in short term memory to properly settle in your long term memory. It should make it easier to... forget."

Dee nodded at first, but then she changed her mind and pushes the medicine away

"No! It was a nightmare to live through... worse than anything I have ever imagined. But I will not choose the easy way out. It is now a part of me, if I like it or not. And I will learn to live with it."