Voifta Skalyt rolls over in the bed, pressing her naked back end against the freighter captain beside her. “I think it’s time you finally entered me,” she purrs, looking over her shoulder at the man.
He smiles, running a hand down the curve of her shapely ass. “I’m not quite ready yet,” he says, pulling her in closer to him. “God damn… love this blue skin of yours. Always thought you Tluepraxu were fucking hot, but never imagined I’d get the chance to actually fuck one of you.”
She smiles, pressing her ass into him and wiggling it slightly till his erect cock becomes wedged in between her ass cheeks. “Yes,” she purrs, reveling in the feel of his rigid manhood between her firm ass cheeks, “my kind rarely stoop low enough to fornicate with lesser species.”
He strikes her ass hard with an open hand, the fleshy slap echoing through his small private quarters. “Lesser species? Ha! Didn’t stop you from begging for my cock in exchange for a ride off that squalid refugee center. You think of me as less then you? Why, you’re little more than an intergalactic street urchin, having to whore your way to a better life.”
His words are clearly meant to sting just as much as the slap had. Since agreeing to take her onto his shipping freighter and transport her away from the refugee center the captain had been nothing but cruel to Voifta.
She bites her lip, wincing in pain from both the slap and his words. She’s made it clear from the start that she hates having to sell her body this way, especially to a Human. And the man has believed every moment of it, reveling in being able to treat a member of such a haughty race with such scorn and degradation, although he’s never physically hurt her.
The reality of the situation, however, is far different from what the simple minded Human captain believes to be true. Voifta has only been masquerading as a helpless, creditless refugee. It’s all part of her cover story. In reality she is a Ranger of the Galactic Republic, a highly trained agent whose is tasked with maintaining peace and order all through the galaxy.
Voifta speaks in a quavering, fearful voice, laying it on heavy. “Yes… little more than a whore. The shame would be far too much for any of my species to bear should they ever discover it. But what choice do I have? My body is all I have to get a man such as you to take me away from that horrid place.”
She grinds her body back into his as she speaks, shifting slightly and leaning forward. The man moans, moving his hips in tiny thrusting motions. She keeps adjusting till the swollen head of his cock is pressed up against the blue skin of her hairless cunt. She keeps wiggles till it begins to slide into her.
He does the rest, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her body towards his. His hard cock slides easily into her, as her cunt is dripping wet. “Take it, you stupid fucking blue skinned cow. Take it like the dumb bitch in heat you are. You aliens are all the same, horny little sluts that only want one thing.”
“Yesssssssss,” she hisses, closing her eyes and pressing back into him. “Yes, that’s exactly what we all are.” She tells herself that she’s saying the words to convince the man, but deep down she knows there is a part of her that means them.
Tluepraxu look down on all other races, viewing them as little more than sentient animals they must share the universe with. Having sex with a member of another species is viewed by most of her race as bestiality. And to be submissive during such a coupling, to allow a member of another race to use a Tluepraxu’s body and do as they wish with it? Why, that is the most taboo thing imaginable in Tluepraxu culture. And it is exactly because of that taboo that Voifta enjoys being fucked by members of other species in this manner. She hadn’t needed to use her body this way to get undercover transport to her needed destination, she only chose to because it brings her great pleasure.
They’d been in bed for some time now, naked and the man caressing every inch of her and fingering her most intimate of places. She had long ago been ready for his cock, and now that it’s in her she immediately begins to crest towards orgasm. “Oh god, yes, fuck me with that filthy Human cock of yours,” she says.
“Filthy?” he snarls in anger, pressing down on her and forcing her over onto her stomach. He moves with her, adjusting so he is on top of and behind her, his cock still pressed into her cunt. “Maybe it is filthy,” he says, fucking her hard and fast, “but from your moans and the way your blue little cunt is tightening around it I expect its more than enough to make you cum.”
“Yesssssss,” she hisses again, burying her face in the soft pillow. “Yes, I’m cumming for you!”
The words seem to be all it takes to push the man over the edge. He grunts and then cums deep in her. They wear no protection, knowing that cross species impregnation is so rare that is a non issue. The feel of his cum flowing into her only intensifies her own orgasm, making her bite the pillow as she scream in pleasure.
Most any other Human men would have been finished after that. Maybe one of the young ones would be able to go again after a short rest, but for most Human’s they would have been spent for the night. But not this man, no, he remains hard. It is part of why she was using him to gain transport to her destination.
He has implants in his body that increase his physical stamina. Many space pilots get them as they allows them to stay awake for days at a time and stay mentally and physically fresh with a minimum of rest, all things that are essential on long space voyages. One of the side effects is that males of most species also find that their sexual stamina increased. Of course for most this is an argument in favor of getting the implants.
Happily Voifta feels that the man is still hard even after he cums. He pulls out of her, rolling over onto his back. “Come get on top of me,” he says.
She starts to move to mount him but he grabs her by the shoulders. “No, I want to try out these blue tits of yours. Bring them down to my cock.” She does as she’s told, feeling a thrill of exhilaration at being used in such away.
“Blue tits,” the man mumbles, groping and squeezing them. “I like them. I like the way the blue of your nipples is so much darker than the rest of your skin, almost the same shade as your hair. And they are so big! Your areolas are huge… and your nipples, so plump and fat. Twice the size of a Human woman’s. Tell me, are all Tluepraxu tits like this?”
She shrugs, shifting so her tits rest on either side of his cock then making herself comfortable between his legs. “Pretty much, although some have bigger or smaller breasts just like Human women.”
He keeps playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and running his fingers across her areolas, watching as her they pebble and harden. Then he grabs both her tits, squeezing them and pulling them up tightly around his cock. “So soft though, and narrow and droopy. Reminds me of what older human women have. Are you old for a Tluepraxu?”
“No,” she says, looking as if the comment has insulted her. “From what I’ve seen all Tluepraxu breasts are like this, softer and saggier than other species. Does it not please you?”
He still has hold of her tits, pressing them around his cock as she speaks. He begins moving his hips, starting to fuck her tits as she finishes her question. The movements are lubricated by the mix of vaginal fluids and cum that had covered his cock after pulling out of her.
“What do you think?” he asks, not waiting for her to respond. “I love them, they are glorious. I was happy to see how soft and natural they look. Some species have such firm tits that they look fake, but not you.”
He keeps a hold of her tits, humping her chest as he stares intensely into her eyes. She’s used to that. Unlike most sentient species Tluepraxu have no pupils. Their eyes are simply a uniform red that glows dimly at all times. Even now they light the small chamber, giving off a glow that illuminates their bodies with red light far more than the dim emergency light above the room’s door.
Keeping eye contact with him she leans down, using her hands to press the mass of her tits flat against his legs so that his cock pops out of them more. She then takes his cockhead in her mouth, sucking on the tip as he continues to fuck her tits.
His head falls back and he moans in pleasure, his hips moving faster. “Oh fuck, just like that,” he mumbles. A second later he cums again, filling her mouth with a second load of his seed. It is bitter and salty, a revolting taste that makes Voifta shudder with pleasure. Taking a Human’s seed like this is so wrong, making it so deliciously sexy.
After that he is still hard, although growing weary. She takes the opportunity to crawl on top of him and mount his cock, telling him to simply lay back and enjoy. “I’ve got to earn my trip on your freighter,” she tells him. She starts moving her body, undulating her hips back and forth and up and down. The man moans, reaching up and holding her waist as she works his cock with her cunt.
She makes the sex slow and relaxing, easing the man to sleep with her body. She continues till she gets off with a small orgasm that sates her carnal desires. She then slides off of him, rolling over and leaving him snoring in the bed with his cock still hard, glistening in the dim light from the moistness her cunt left behind.
Voifta hadn’t really expected him to last long. The first few days of their journey had been tough on the man, space pilots worked hard moving their vessels in and out of hyperspace. And he was both the pilot AND captain of this freighter. Tonight had been the first time he’d even visited her in his room. She’d been hidden there before the flight, not part of his official manifest just as she had wanted. The rest of the crew didn’t even know she was aboard the vessel and she intended to keep it that way.
The trip would take about a week. That would give her plenty of time to have deliciously degrading sex with the freighter pilot, especially since he’d have much more free time through the middle stretch of the journey.
For now though she could sleep, content to lay next to the filthy animal laying with a hard cock next to her. Thinking of his cock filled her with desire. She rolls over and sees that it still stands erect. She is half tempted to mount him again, but decides against it. Plenty of time for that later… For the time being she simply reaches out and grabs hold of it, gripping it tight and cuddling up to his naked body as she drifts peacefully to sleep.
* * *
The vessel shakes as it drops out of hyperspace. Voifta has to brace herself against a nearby wall to keep her balance. She is standing in the captain’s private quarters, a room she hasn’t left during the entire space journey, looking out the viewing port. She watches as the blurred streaking stars outside stretch down to become defined twinkling points of light.
But it isn’t the stars that Voifta wants to see. There before the freighter is a massive metal structure, a huge space station build in deep space. Almost every interplanetary vessel that travels through this regain has to stop here at Commerce Station Twelve.
Many of the vessels are stopping only to refuel; but for some, like the freighter she is inside of, this is their final destination. CS12 is one of the largest artificial structures in deep space, its population larger than most lunar colonies. For every three shipments of goods simply traveling through there are two destined to help feed, cloth, and entertain the space station’s vast population.
It is here that Voifta is heading. Her secret mission lies within CS12, a mystery that only one as skilled in subterfuge as her can solve. This won’t be the first time she’s taken care of such a problem for the Galactic Republic, and she’s confident it won’t be the last.
* * *
Once the freighter was docked it was easy for Voifta to slip away. She suspected that if she had hung around too long the captain would have tried to force her to remain with him. He had grown attached to her during the voyage and was not happy when she said she was going.
“Men of every race are all the same: they feel they’ve won something once they stick their dicks in it,” she mutters to herself as she slips away from the freighter. She knows the statement isn’t exactly true, plenty of races have their gender roles biologically or culturally reversed. But for the majority of races it IS all the same.
There is commotion all about her. Robotic body suits helping beings unload and load the freighters. Metal shipping containers being ferried between vessels, prepared for storage upon commerce freighters or being unloaded for deliver here in CS12. Everywhere there are beings moving to and fro, and none of them give the blue skinned alien in filthy rags a second look.
And having come in through a freight dock Voifta is able to bypass customs completely. There will be no stuffy jumpsuit wearing official asking her demanding details about where she’s come from and what business she has on CS12, which is exactly how she wants it. Even with a false identity there would be eyes watching official channels, beings in place that might recognize her as a Ranger of the Galactic Republic.
No, slipping in this way there could be no one that knew of her arrival on CS12. And that was good because the group she was here to hunt down would, by this time, be expecting the arrival of a Ranger.
The Crellian Cartel would know that the Republic had pinpointed their operations here on CS12. Every bit of information that had been gathered about the new drug they had been spreading through the Republic all pointed in this direction. Which in its self was strange, the Crellian Cartel normally kept its operations mobile so that it could stay one step ahead of the Republic’s law enforcement agents.
But there was something about this new drug that was keeping them here in CS12. They suspected it was a production issue, something in how the drug was created that required them to remain here.
Discovering the truth was just one small part of Voifta’s mission. She was to find out everything she could about this new drug, including what it was made of and how. She was also to try and locate every member of the cartel working in the station. Along with those directly involved in the drug trade there would surely be countless officials who were being bribed to allow the illicit operation to continue. Voifta was to discover all of them so that when the Republic moved in they could apprehend them all in one go.
For many Rangers this task would be far beyond their skills. To many Rangers “subtly” was not a word they knew. But for Voifta it would be a cake walk. She’d start small, finding one of the local pushers and offering to trade her body for drugs. She’d done this before, knew that just about any small time dealer would try and load her up with the drug so that she would become their loyal plaything. And of course she’d be expected to happy take that offer as she was a worthless refugee with no better prospects in life.
She’d play the part well, letting whoever she attached herself to use her body however they wanted. She’d revel in that part, getting off on the humiliation. Meanwhile she’d have to fake being on the drug. That would be the hard part. They had seen what the drug could do to sentient beings after prolonged or intense use, seen why it was so important they eradicate it at the source.
Voifta would work her way up the chain of command, fucking everyone that lets her and using her skills in bed to find out all there is to discover out about the cartel here on CS12. She’d hack their computers and search their rooms while they slept, gathering intel. And once she had enough she’d contact the other Rangers, and they would move in upon the station and round them all up, every single one.
First, though, she has to find a street level dealer. For that she would have to head to the seedier parts of the massive space station.
* * *
The customs line in dock 12 was long, the sentient beings working their way through the customs windows at the end in a slow, but steady, pace. Thadeus Creetch tapped his foot impatiently. He wanted to get this over with, head into CS12 and begin his layover between prospecting surveys. And having seen just who was manning the customs window wasn’t making him any more patient.
At least, those where the reasons a telepath would have read in his mind. But if they had dug deeper, tried to penetrate his surface thoughts they would have found they were little more than a mental smoke screen. Under Thadeus’ thoughts was a second mind, an intellect that felt cramped and constrained in his single brain. It wanted into CS12, wanted to begin spreading out into the minds of the others that would soon surround it.
The being in line ahead of him gave the customs woman on the other side of the protective window a little bow then moved out of the way. Thadeus is able to step forward, replacing the being. Thadeus is a tall, muscular young human male. He had traditional good looks, a chiseled strong jaw and short blond hair. He is the kind of attractive that was used to things going smoothly simply because people enjoyed looking at him, and as he begins to speak to the customs agent this is painfully clear.
“Thadeus Creetch, interstellar prospector working on a leased license from the Corveet Corporation,” he says, listing off his name and official occupation. “I am visiting CS12 as part of my normal rest rotation between surveys, my stay over should already be logged and there should be no need to file an itemized manifest of my properties.” He grinned at the woman on the other side of glass, knowing how much she enjoyed his smile.
“And what do you have to report about your last survey, Mr. Creetch?” she asked, giving him a flirtatious smile back.
“That it was a class Zero on the Meisner scale. A barren rock with nothing that would interest any sentient beings. Even the minerals are worthless, you could trip mine the entire planet and not make enough credits to break even. Hell, company would probably make a solid loss doing that.”
The woman, a pretty young human with short dark hair, recorded the man’s answer. Her fingers danced across a holo-keyboard as she input the information into the logs. “You are correct that as a long standing temp-citizen of CS12 you do not need to make a detailed inventory list of everything you are bring in onto the station, but you still have to declare any foreign bio-material. Do you have any on your person?”
“Nope,” Thadeus says. “Wasn’t any to bring back. Besides, even if there was I wouldn’t have. We both know how invasive the bio-scanner is. If I tell you I’ve got alien bio-matter with me I have to get scanned as well. It’s just so… invasive.”
He leans in then, lowering his voice so only she can hear. “You’re the only I want to allow to be invasive with my body.”
She blushes and giggles, but otherwise ignores the comment. “And are you now, or have you during the last twelve cycles, felt ill in any way?” she asks.
“Nope,” he says confidently, pulling back away from the window. “I’m as healthy as a…” he stops, having intended on saying ‘horse’ but knowing the woman before him has never been off of CS12 and thus never seen a horse. “Well, I’m as healthy as I normally am. Robust and feeling a tad frisky.”
The woman giggles again. “Well, I’ve seen just what happens when you get frisky.” She types in a few more things into her computer then deactivates the holo-screen before her. “Okay, you’re good to go.”
Thadeus doesn’t leave, though. He leans in close to the glass once more and lowers his voice again. “Meet me at my pod tonight, after you get off your shift? I was thinking about you the whole time I was out there…”
She giggles again, her cheeks blushing more intensely this time. “I bet you have girls just like me spread all over the galaxy, one in each starport. I doubt you were REALLY thinking about me the whole time.”
He gives her a charming smile, knowing the affect the expression will have on her. “Even if that were true, would that change anything?”
Another fit of giggles overcomes the girl. “No, it wouldn’t. Okay, I’ll meet you there. Now get! I have to help the next being in line.”
Thadeus turns, the smile still on his face. But as soon as he is out of sight of the woman the smile disappears. The thing inside Thadeus, the thing inhabiting his mind and controlling his actions, is still not used to being in him, taking on the role of “Thadeus”. In time it knows it will come to enjoy acting like “Thadeus” but for now it hates it.
“We were not meant to be one,” he mumbles. Then the smile returns to his face and he looks back over his shoulder at the unassuming human woman. “But soon we shall be two.”
* * *
Why is it, Voifta thinks to herself, that the sublevels are always where the trash hangs out? Is it because this is where the literal trash is and sentient beings who know they are scum feel comfortable around it?
Voifta does her best to not let it show how much the smell down here is bothering her. Her race detests the smell of rot and refuse; although she’s not certain if the source of the strong dislike is biological or cultural. Either way just being down here is enough to fill her with shame and revulsion at what her job requires her to do.
And that, of course, excites her. This is exactly why she excels at this kind of work: she gets off on infiltrating the filthiest, lowest rings of intergalactic society.
“Such filth,” she mutters, looking from the sludge dripping from the metal walls, the space station’s sewage barely contained behind them, and then looking to the shady figures that lurk and stalk the lower level corridors. Many of them wear gray jumpsuits, the uniform of CS12’s maintenance crews. But many more of the beings down here are clearly just killing time.
She knows there are cheap domiciles in the lower levels, simple cubes of space with little more than a bed and a few drawers for personal positions. Some of the sad and angry faces she passes may live nearby, the poor and disaffected of the space station. But she suspects that’s only a small number of the ones she passes are members of this true underclass. Most, although shady looking, are far too well dressed to be living in such hovels.
Voifta is on the lookout for a certain kind of being, one who looks far too aloof but is clearly watching the faces that pass on by. Street peddlers of drugs are the same no matter where you go in the galaxy, and she’s certain she will be able to spot one right away.
The section of the sublevel she’s moving through is large and wide, made to feel like a planet side city street. Side corridors that look and feel like alleyways extend off from the main stretch, metal station walls in place of building corners.
Bingo! There, leaning on the corner of one of the alleys is a man that screams “drug dealer”. He’s a Pryiath, humanoid in shape but far more slender and taller than a human. His skin is a brownish-black hue, perfectly smooth and hairless combining to make his flesh look almost artificial. He wears a synthetic leather jacket and tight lightly colored gray leggings that show off his impressively sized sexual organ as they cling to his inner thigh.
She snorts at that. Dick size various wildly throughout the galaxy, but some races are far better endowed then others. The Pryiath, with some of the largest naturally occurring dicks, are immensely proud and will display them whenever they can. She’s sure that this being would be walking around without pants on if he could get away with it.
“Pst, Tluepraxu chick, you looking to score?” he says to Voifta as she passes by him.
Voifta has to struggle not to reveal how pleased the invitation makes her. She saunters up the Pryiathian, doing her best to look sexy while also looking scared and nervous. “Maybe… But… Well, I don’t have any credits.”
The man looks her body up and down. “Pretty thing like you, she’s ALWAYS got a way to pay. Ain’t seen you round before, you new to CS12?”
She nods. “Yeah. I’m a refugee, sneaked abroad a commerce freighter to get away from the refugee center round my home planet. Didn’t even know where I was till after we docked and I could sneak out of the cargo hold. Still not really even sure where in the galaxy this place is.”
A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his dark colored lips as he runs a large hand over the smooth, hairless surface of his head. “Well, lucky for you that you found old Brown Jim. That’s me, by the way. Why don’t you come back here with me, we can talk about getting you a little vacation from your turbulent life.”
Voifta starts to move forward, but then takes a step back and looks around uncertainly. “I don’t know… Can I trust you?”
Now he smiles wide. “Trust Brown Jim? Why of course! Everyone on CS12 knows Brown Jim’s the most honest guy around. Come on back here with me and we’ll talk about what I can do for you.”
“Oh, that’s easy.” She dashes up to his side and starts walking beside him as he leads her into the alley-like passageway. He stands nearly half a foot taller than her, his freakishly thin body making him look even taller than he actually is. She looks up at him as she speaks. “I was hoping to score some Jaei-17. I had a taste at the refugee center. It was…” she pauses for emphases, letting a distant dreamy look come over her face. “…perfect!”
“Well, little blue, you’re in luck! I happen to have a steady flow of Jaei-17. But the real question is, what are you willing to do for it?”
She makes her eyes grow wide at this. “Oh, I…. I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t have any credits. But… but you said I’ve always got something to pay with. What did you mean?” Voifta is worried she’s laying the naivety on too heavy, but the Pryiath buys it.
He moves next to her, wrapping a long thing arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close to his body. “Just come back this way, to somewhere more private, and I’ll show you. It’s kind of my office… a secret little corner almost no one else knows about.”
He leads her through a series or twisting and turning narrow corridors. The whole time he keeps her close to him, the arms wrapped around her as his hand caresses her shoulder. Glancing down she can see the outline of his massive cock growing larger in his tight leggings. She turns from him and hides a smile, knowing he is growing aroused at the prospect of getting to take advantage of the naive refugee she is pretending to be.
“Here we go,” he says, leading her around a sharp turn. They are now standing in a small alcove, a space no one could see without coming around the corner. One of the walls has a large, filth covered view panel on it that looks out at the stars. They twinkle faintly though the dirt. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Almost no one down here in the sublevels has as nice of a view.”
She’s not impressed, but pretends she is. “Oh my, yes, it’s lovely! You can see ALL the stars… and look, there goes a freighter! I wonder if that was the one I stowed away in? I didn’t really get a good look at it from the outside.”
“Could be,” he says, “but we didn’t come back here to talk about freighters. We came so you could pay me for some Jaei-17. You still willing to do that?”
“Oh yes, but I still don’t understand what I’m paying you with.”
“You will, in a minute,” he says.
Voifta turns and hides her smile. She likes this game, playing the naive innocent not knowing she’s about to be fucked. She plays the part well, putting up just the right amount of protestations once things begin to keep the man hard and interested.
“I’ll need you to brace your hands against the wall there. Yes, just like that palms flat against the wall. And now bend over,” he says, putting a hand on her back and pressing her down. “Good, down further, and stick your ass up. Mhm, just like that.”
He’s standing behind her, pressing into her ass. She can feel his shaft hard and thick pressed between her ass cheeks. She moans slightly in surprise, pressing back into him. “Oh my…. What is that?” that asks, knowing full well what it is.
He leans forward, pressing into her and placing his hands over hers. Something sticky starts to come out of them. She had expected this, but knows he’ll be expecting her to be surprised by it. So she screams in alarm, not loud enough to really call anyone to her aid, but enough to excite the man behind her.
She tries to pull away, but the sticky goo the Pryiath has secreted from his hands has hardened, gluing her hands in place against the wall. She feels him back up, sees him lean over slightly as he kicks her legs open. He makes a deliciously disgusting sound as he spits up a huge glob of the goo onto one of her feet then does the same to the other, gluing her feet to the floor. She screams again, struggling against the makeshift bindings.
“What did you do!?”
“Relax, little blue, I just made it so you can’t welch out on paying me.” As he speaks he starts pulling down her pants to around her knees and then her panties as well. “Mmmmm, look at that lovely little blue pussy. You think it can take my great big Pryiathian cock?”
She knows exactly what he wants to hear. “Oh, fuck, no! I saw it through your pants, it’s far too big! Don’t even try, it could kill me!!!”
The words have the exact effect she wants them too. He instantly starts to fumbling with his own leggings, whiping his cock out and giving it a few strokes before placing the head on her pussy. She pretends to try and squirm away from him, but does it in a way that only ensures his cockhead becomes even more wedged in her slit, his head pressing up against her cunt hole.
He grabs her waist, pulling her in as he pushes forward. His large cockhead begins pressing into her, the action eased by just how wet she already is. She bites her lip as he enters her, shivering at the moment that the widest part of his cockhead pops into her cunt hole. Then she shivers again, finding that his shaft is even thicker.
“Oh, god, fuck yes,” she mutters. “So fucking big! Splitting me open, fucking love it!”
Brown Jim laughs as he grabs her waist tighter and starts fucking her hard and fast. “What a horny slut you are, little blue. Knew it the moment I saw you. But I bet you didn’t know, bet you didn’t know how much you needed a great big cock in you till I was entering this tight blue cunt of yours.”
“No, I had no idea,” she says, moaning and bucking against him. She acts just the way she knows he wants her to. A virginal nympho won over instantly by the first cock that enters her. She’s played the part hundreds of times, perfected the act through sweaty grunting practice.
The sex ends up finishing disappointingly fast. Brown Jim grunts, pulling out quickly and cumming on her bare ass. She is also disappointed to feel that even though his cock is large the load of semen he leaves on her is small.
As soon as he cums the hard glue like substance holding her in place begins to crumble and she is easily able to break free. She turns to him, pulling her panties and pants up and leaving the cum on her ass. “Oooooh, that was marvelous. Did you feel me cum?”
“Yeah, I think so,” he says, pride on his face. “Did you cum just once?”
“Oh no,” she says, her eyes big. “I came like ten or twenty times! I didn’t even know that was possible!” The man looks even more proud of himself now.
“Look,” she says quickly, knowing she needs to act while his mind is still dulled from post orgasmic laziness, “that was just… I loved that! I don’t even want any of that drug now. I just want to do that again. Think I could, you know, hang around you till I figure out what I’m doing with my life?”
Brown Jim pulls his own pants up, the grin still covering his face. “Stick with me, Little Blue,” he says, wrapping his arm around her and saying the phrase as if it’s now her name, “and we can do that ALL day. Well, in between my work at least. I’ll still need to be making credits. But you can tag along.”
“Oh, I’d like that,” she says. It is almost too easy. If the rest of the beings that work for the cartel are this easily fooled and manipulated her mission will be over in just a few cycles.
* * *
Jelika Betly stands nervously outside Thadeus Creetch’s pod.
She’s thinking about the pod, the way it’s not really accurate to think of it as “his”. The domicile is designed so that everything inside, all of the furniture and personal belongings, can easily slide into compartments in the walls and ceilings and floors, switching places with three other sets of such possessions. In that manner four separate beings can live in the same space, all without ever having to see the other’s possessions.
It only works for inhabitants who are gone from CS12 on long and regular intervals, a description that fits Thadeus perfectly. He is only on the station between surveys, staying for at most a few months at a time, but sometimes just a few days.
Jelika hopes this will be a longer stay. The first few times she’d slept with the attractive man it had simply been because he was hot and she was horny. But he had turned out to be funny and kind and giving in bed, a stellar specimen of the human species.
Enough so that Jelika had even started to daydream about having something more permanent with the man. She sighed, knowing how pathetic that was. Everyone warned her not to become one of those women, the ones who pined after a distant spacer who was never around and had a different “wife” in every starport they visited.
She shakes her head, chasing the thoughts away. None of that matters right now. Tonight will just be about the present, not the future. Things are always different the first night with Thadeus. He’ll be more desperate, things will happen faster but be far more passionate. They’ll be over sooner too, but Thadeus would be able to go multiple times.
It won’t be that way later on. In a day or two things will still be just as good, but in a different way. Those nights will be about intentionally pleasing each other. But tonight, tonight will be about passion.
She takes a deep breath then rings the door’s buzzer. With a hiss of air the doors slide open revealing Thadeus standing in his underpants with a silk robe on. “Come on in,” he says in a deep, breathy voice. When she hesitates he grabs her jumpsuit by the collar and pulls her into the room.
As soon as the door is closed behind them their bodies are together, Thadeus’ hands all over her body. He quickly unzips her jumpsuit, freeing her from the formfitting garment then peeling off her panties and bra. “I like you much better this way,” he says, picking her up and tossing her onto the bed.
She lands with a bounce, letting out a girlish squeak then exploding in giggles. “Is it really all that much different? The damn uniform they make us wear is so tight I feel everyone already knows what I look like naked.”
“No they don’t,” he says, dropping his robe to the ground and peeling his own underwear off. She giggles again as soon as she sees his manhood. She’s been with enough men now that the sight shouldn’t make her giggle so, but she just can’t help it. The sight of man’s cock just starting to swell from arousal always makes her heart flutter.
He climbs up on the bed with her, caressing her bare stomach then running his fingertips over her small breasts. She has a thin, small body with almost no curves. But Thadeus has always showered her with affection, never made her feel like less of a woman because of her lack of curves. He leans over and takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while his tongue caresses and flicks over the hard, swollen nub.
“They don’t see how hard your cute little nipples get,” he says after pulling away. “They don’t see how pink and perfect they are.”
She blushes and turns away. “They might not see how pink they are, but when the artificial climate is off and its cold everyone can see hard they get.”
He ignores her, beginning to kiss her stomach. He moves his mouth down her body, kiss my kiss, moving steadily towards her pussy. He spreads her legs as he does, slipping in between them and shifting lower down on the bed. “No one can see your perfect, soft bush or your pink little labia. Perfect little pussy lips for nibbling on and licking.”
She lies back, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his mouth on her body. He always starts this way, making sure to make her cum with his mouth before he starts. He knows he won’t last long the first time and doesn’t want to disappoint her.
“Oh god, yes, just like that,” she moans as he starts to kiss her thighs, dragging his nose up and around her pussy as her keeps kissing her. She slides her fingers into his hair, lightly holding his head and helping lead his movements. He works all the way around, circling her cunt then hovering his mouth just above it. She can feel his hot breath on her most lips.
Jelika’s fingers curl and she grabs his hair tightly, pulling his face into her. His nose presses into her clit, his lips into her opening. His tongue darts out, lapping up the taste of her then pressing into her cunt hole. “Oh god, yes, you’re so fucking good with your mouth.”
He moans, the only response he is able to make at the moment. His tongue presses into her, moving in and out. She wiggles, wrapping her legs around his naked back and pulling him ever closer into her. He sticks his tongue out into her, penetrating her moist hole. A moment later he is bobbing his head up and down, tongue fucking her just the way she likes.
“Yes, fuck, yes, don’t stop,” she moans.
His tongue feels so good, so wet and thick and it moves and wiggles in just the right way… Wiggles in ways she’s never felt before! And then it’s suddenly more rigid than she’s ever felt it. It’s wiggling into her, DEEP into her and moving in a strange undulating way. And it feels ridged… strange. Not right.
She sits up, grabbing Thadeus by the hair and jerking his head away from her. She screams, seeing a writhing, segmented red insect come out of his mouth, half its length already crawling into her body.
The creature quickly slithers up into her, seemingly trying to escape the open air. Jelika screams louder, terror filling every ounce of her being. She can feel the creature in her, feel tendrils from its writhing body connecting to her insides, digging into her. And then it’s as if the creature starts to dissolve into her, becoming one with her insides.
And then, all at once, the terror is gone. Jelika’s body goes limp and her head falls to the side. Her eyes are open wide, her mouth hanging open and drool falling from her mouth, but she is no longer screaming. Her body convulses for a moment, her eyes rolling up into her head as it does. A moment later she goes limp again.
Then she blinks, the shocked expression on her face melting away. She sits up slowly, as if feeling her body for the first time. She looks at her hands, turning them over as if they are alien and unfamiliar.
Thadeus is sitting at the end of the bed, his legs crossed and eagerly watching her.
“It feels good,” Jelika says, her voice slightly different. She looks up at Thadeus, her expression full of surprised joy. “It feels good—”
“—to no longer be contained in one mind,” Thadeus finishes. There is a strange, high pitched quality to their voices as they speak to one another, a nearly imperceptible whine.
“This is much better,” Jelika says, the voice of the hive mind they both now share coming from her mouth. It’s far different from Jelika’s voice, inhumanly high pitched with a whine that will pain anyone not part of the hive mind.
“But this is only a start,” the same voice says, coming from Thadeus now. “It is still crowded in here… We need more minds.”
“Yes,” it says, agreeing with itself out of Jelika’s mouth. “We first need room to relax. And once we have that we will need room to grow.”
“But not too fast,” it says, using Thadeus’ mouth to continue the conversation with itself. “We must take things slow, ensuring no one grows wise of our presence. You know how these sentient beings feel about our use of their bodies. If they discover us…”
Jelika lets out a long, high pitch wail of despair, grabbing her head and thrashing about in pain. “Let us not think of that! How they have tried to eradicate our kind from existence. All the lost parts of our mind!”
“Shhhhhh,” Thadeus says, in his own voice now. “Let us not think of such things right now. Let us, instead, practice using these bodies, being these people. Let us take on the roles of their original form, practicing our lives as Jelika and Thadeus.”
“Yessssssss,” Jelika hisses in her own voice. “Let us share in the pleasures of their flesh in just the way they intended. Only we will be better at it, for we have the communal experiences of countless others.”
They come together, their hands moving across their bodies. “Let us take things slow…” they say in unison, their thoughts one.
* * *
One of the two Humans sends a suspicious look towards Voifta. “And who is this? Why’s SHE here,” he asks rudely.
Brown Jim waves a hand dismissively. “She ain’t nothing to worry about. She’s my new pet, my Little Blue. She’s keeping me happy when I’m bored, if ya know what I mean.”
“Oh,” the man says, his eyes growing wide in realization. He looks Voifta over once more, this time not suspiciously but appraisingly. “Looks like she’s got a nice pair of tits on her,” he says.
Voifta is internally torn. Part of her wants to grit her teeth at the way the men are talking about her like she isn’t really there, like she’s more a piece of fuck-meat than a sentient being. Another part of her is reveling in the humiliation of it. She rubs her thighs together, enjoying the moist feel between her legs. It’s all part of this little game she plays, all part of why she enjoys playing this part so much. But none of this shows on her face. Instead, she simple sits on a nearby box smiling stupidly at Brown Jim and the two men he’s in the middle of selling drugs to.
“So what will it be today,” Brown Jim asks, returning the conversation to the business at hand. “What are you boys in the market for? Something to make yourselves feel good? Maybe something to escape the world for a little while? Life must be hard working down here in maintenance, place is shittier then the part of the station I normally stick too. Or maybe you’ve got a little pet of your own and you’re looking for something to make HER feel a bit more, oh, shall we say ‘agreeable’?”
The two men snicker. “The last one, we were thinking,” one of them says.
“Yeah, but she ain’t our pet yet. But she will be once you help us out. We seen what Jaei-17 can do if you use it right. Had our eyes on this one for a while, hot little green skinned alien. Killer ass. Nice and big and firm. But she won’t put out for us, no matter what we tell her.”
“Well,” Brown Jim says with a smile, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a vial of neon pink liquid, “sneak a dash of this into her drink and I think you’ll find things will be working a bit differently.”
One of the men starts to reach out for it, but Jim pulls the vial back. “Not so fast, boys. You know the Crellian policy: credits first.”
The two men mumble, but they don’t object. They each pull out cylindrical sticks, devices that hold their personal credits. They also pull out a small metal disk, each touching their credit sticks onto it and transferring some money into the disk.
“Smart,” Voifta whispers. If they men had just transferred the credits straight to Jim’s credit stick the transaction would have been traceable. But using a credit chip removed that possibility, the devices were too small and simple to keep track of where the money in them came from. She figures this is probably how all black market transactions worked inside CS12, it is in most other places.
She’d been following him for days now, but this was the first time he was letting her sit and watch an actual transaction. The confirmation of how things worked was important for her mission, even if it was just confirmation of what she had already suspected. When Jim had been bringing her to the meeting he had been acting weird, she had thought at first that this was going to be some kind of test. But now that things are playing out normally she starts to lose that suspicious feeling and let her guard down.
Voifta is so intent on watching how their illegal transaction works she fails to recognize that all three men noticed her mutter the word “smart”. The three exchange knowing looks, something they previously discussed seemingly now confirmed.
The truth is that this IS a test. Brown Jim, although a street level pusher, is not as stupid as Voifta figures. He’s noticed that she’s a little too smart, a little too well spoken, a little too nosy to really be a simple refugee. And he’s certainly noticed she’s not the inexperienced lover she claimed to be.
“Here, let me show you a trick for slipping this into a woman’s drink,” Jim says loudly. He steps closer to one of the men, but turns so his back is to Voifta.
She wants to see this, wants to know the trick so he can’t ever try it on her. She knows what Jaei-17 can do. Get just a taste and you’ll be floating inside your own mind. So high and happy that you’ll gladly follow any order given to you, and because of the drug you’ll remember any command as having being your idea from the very start. A powerful high, but one that leads to ruined lives ESPECIALLY if the user isn’t aware that the high comes with more than just good feelings. Worst of all, most people won’t realize they are even on a drug if they didn’t know they took it in the first place.
Hopping down from the shipping box she sits on Voifta moves to get a better look at what Brown Jim is showing his client. She wants so badly to see the trick that she fails to notice the second Human shifting behind her, preparing to grab her.
All at once there is a flurry of action that takes Voifta totally by surprise. The man behind her is upon her, wrapping strong arms around her and pulling her arms painfully behind her back. Brown Jim spins around, jumping to the side and giving the man he was talking to an opening to punch her hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. She doubles over in pain, knocked off balance and giving the man behind her a chance to get a good hold of her arms and twist them tightly behind her.
“Thought you’d get one over on ole’ Brown Jim, eh? Well, not a chance. I don’t know who you really are, but we going to find out pretty fast here.” He puts the vial of Jaei-17 back into his pocket and pulls out a larger bottle, clearly filled with an illicit drug but its effects unknown to Voifta.
Voifta tries to struggle. She knows it’s too late to try and play the innocent, somehow Brown Jim has seen through her disguise. The man behind her tightens his grip on her arms, pulling them painfully back to try and stop her from struggling. She screams in pain and frustration, but doesn’t stop. She gets ready to throw a kick back, but the third man is upon her, slamming a fist into her stomach again.
Again the wind is knocked out of her. As she pants and groans in pain she finally stops struggling. They have the upper hand for now, she’ll need to wait for a new opening if she wants to escape.
The three men chuckle, pointing out that during her struggling her tits have fallen out of the tight rags she wears as clothing. “Her tits are nice,” one of the men says. “Big and saggy and soft, I like that in my tits.”
“Yeah, I’ve been having a lot of fun with them,” Brow Jim says. “But her pussy, mmmmm, now THAT is nice. And this one? Reall kinky little slut. She likes to be degraded during sex. Gets off on it. That was my first big clue SOMETHING was up.”
She sends a defiant, angry glare at Jim. “So, what are you going to do to me now?” He doesn’t know she’s a Ranger. There’s a chance she can get him to believe something else, something that will allow her to get out of this.
“Now?” Jim asks, holding the bottle up. “Now you take some of this and we figure out who you really are and who you’re working for.” He unscrews the lid and moves to pour some of the liquid into her mouth.
She tries to turn away and close her mouth, but he grabs her face and turns her to face him. The man behind her, who now has a firm hold on her arms with one hand, reaches up and grabs her chin, pulling her mouth open. Jim then tips the bottle to her mouth and begins pouring the liquid inside into her open maw.
Voifta struggles not to swallow, but the liquid tastes amazing on her tongue. Every fiber of her body is screaming to swallow what’s in her mouth, to take the delicious fluid deep inside of her. But her will is strong and she resists, at least for a little while.
The liquid pools in her mouth, finally overflowing and beginning to pour down the front of her face. It’s thick, more like oil than water. It drips down onto her exposed breasts, her skin warming where it lands. Still Jim keeps pouring; more and more of the fluid overflowing form her mouth and spilling down onto her breasts. Her breasts are heating up, a strange uncomfortable tingling filling their insides as her blue skin burns wherever the liquid touches her.
The taste in her mouth becomes too much for her to deny, and finally she begins to swallow. The cool, oily liquid making its way down her throat sends waves of calm flowing through her tense body. She feels her muscles relax, feels her body start to go limp. And strangest of all is the way this cool calmness seems to interact with the burning in her breasts, the two forces meeting and each growing stronger in her tit-flesh.
The three men back away from her, the one behind her letting go of her arms and letting her collapse limply to the floor. For a time Voifta lays on the ground, breathing slowly and feeling totally calm and at peace. She’s awake, yet feels disconnected from her body. During this time she’s vaguely aware of the three men standing above her, speaking animatedly and arguing about something while pointing at her.
She’s also aware of the burning in her breasts growing both stronger and more muted, as if the level of intensity remains the same but is being spread out over a larger area. At the same time she feels something growing gradually heavier is pinning her to the ground, a massing weight on her chest that keeps growing and growing. Something thick and warm and fleshy, part of her yet hanging off her chest at the same time.
“She must be having some kind of weird, freaky reaction to the truth drug,” Brown Jim is saying as he paces back and forth. “I ain’t never seen it used on a Tluepraxu before, must be something in their biology that reacts badly with it.”
Voifta blinks, wondering what he’s talking about. She feels so calm, so at ease. What could be wrong with her?
“Maybe its cause so much spilled on her tits,” one of the men says, giving her a nervous glance. “Shit man, look how big they fucking got.”
Big? What does he mean. Voifta looks down at her chest and gasps. Her breasts, always a healthy size, are now massive. Two huge fleshy pancake shaped masses of flesh resting on her chest and oozing down the sides of her torso as she lay on her back.
“Fuck man,” the other Human says. “Look at the size! Bigger than her head… hell, twice that big maybe and they are still growing! And they ain’t gotten any firmer. Still all soft like Abraxian jelly or some shit. Bet if she stood up they’d sag down to her fucking knees.”
“Mistake or no, we can’t let this go to waste,” the other Human says. “They might not stay this way for long, and I for one always wanted to fuck me some titties that big. Not many species grow ‘em that big, ya know?”
“Fine,” Big Jim says. “We can fuck her, but then we have to ask her some questions. Hopefully, even with all this breast growth stuff, the drug will still work right. I’d just ask now, but she looks so loopy I don’t think she’d be able to answer. Even without the weird things it’s doing to her tits, I think it’s REALLY affective on her, almost too affective!”
They then pick her up and move her onto a nearby pile of boxes that puts her body on level with the men’s crotches. Being picked up and moved only adds to the feeling Voifta has that she is floating in the world. She’s fully aware of what is being done to her, but she feels so peaceful and relaxed she simply doesn’t care. Besides, her body is so calm she isn’t even sure she could move if she wanted to.
The three men begin undressing. Jim, who had shown over the last few days to be a real pussy lover above all else, takes a position standing between her legs. He spreads them open, sliding two long slender fingers into her slit. “Damn… rarely have I felt her so fucking wet!” A moment later he’s sliding his long, thick dick into her. “Fucking nice when their wet…” he moans in appreciation at how easily he slides into her.
Meanwhile the two Human men have taken up place on either side of her torso. They each lift one massive, soft tit up and slide their dicks under it. When they let go of each breast they fall down, pressing heavily down on their cocks and sandwiching them between her rib cage and fat tit-flesh. A moment later both men are humping, fucking her tits form the sides.
“Oh god, this feels even better than I imagined,” one of the men says. “Her tits are just so fucking big and soft, yet there is so much here that it’s so thick and heavy on my cock… and that blue skin, man, so fucking hot.”
Her voluminous, soft breast flesh jiggles and shakes every time their bodies slam forward. Ripples run through her flesh, like waves across water. And As Jim fucks her cunt it causes her tits to bounce and flow back and forth along with his thrusts into her body as well.
“Alien sluts are the best fucking sluts,” one of the men says, staring at her massive tits and watching them flow and bound fluidly.
Brown Jim laughs. “You know, we say the same thing about slutty Human women on my home planet.” A moment later he grunts, cumming inside Voifta’s cunt. As always, he’s quick to cum. He takes a step back, admiring the sight of his cum leaking from her cunt between her open legs. “Really hope she ain’t a fucking Galactic Ranger or some shit. Cause then I’d have to bring her to the bosses and who knows what they’d do to her. I’m hoping she’s just working for station security, that way I can keep her all to myself. Either way, though, she’ll need to ‘disappear’.”
The two Humans don’t seem to hear Jim. They are too busy fucking Voifta’s massive, enlarged breasts. After a little bit both of them cum, one after the other. They cum under her tits, pulling back from her and leaving their semen under their fleshy mass.
Voifta is coming down from the strange, relaxed high the drug truth put her into. And as she does all she is able to think about is how horny she is. The feeling of cum running out of her pussy and oozing under her massive tits as they rest on the middle of her torso only makes things worse. She wants to be fucked, wants MORE cocks in and on her, and wants MORE cum in and on her. She wants to be showered and covered in sexual degradation.
“Alright, Little Blue,” Brown Jim says, stroking Voifta’s hair. “What’s your real name?”
The calmness still fills her, even if it is subsiding. She has to tell him the truth, anything else would be too stressful, to… turbulent. She HAS to remain calm. “Voifta,” she says in a soft, distant voice. “My name is Voifta Skalyt.”
“Very good,” Jim says, continuing to stroke her hair. He looks up at the two Humans. “Looks like the drug is doing what it’s supposed to do.” He looks back down at Voifta. “And why are you spying on me? Who are you working for?”
Even as the words fall from her mouth Voifta knows she’s dooming herself. “I’m here to find out everything I can about the Jaei-17 trade. I’m a Ranger form the Galactic Republic here to pinpoint everyone involved in the sale and production of the drug.”
“Well, fuck,” Jim says, pulling away. “Now I got to take her to the bosses.”
“I don’t know,” one of the Humans says. “Do you?”
* * *
Thadeus Creetch and Jelika Betly sit in a large bed, naked. Between them lays a third figure, a middle aged women who is convulsing as the parasite they recently infected her will dissolves into her body, beginning to rewrite her brain chemistry and make her part of the growing hive mind.
“We are now twelve,” Thadeus says in the high pitched voice of the Hive Mind. His eyes bore into those of Jelika, their thoughts telepathically connected as one.
“No,” she says, in the same voice. “We are now fourteen. Elsewhere in this station we are adding yet another to the Hive.” She stretches, reaching her arms out and tilting her head back. She opens her mouth and an inhuman screech of joy comes from her mouth. “We can breathe! Finally, room to think…”
The woman lying between them is still convulsing. Thadeus looks down at her. “This one is a fighter… her mind does not want to meld with ours. She has such a great sense of self… I can feel it…” he strokes the woman’s hair as he talks in the strange voice that is not his.
“Perhaps her will is too strong?” Jelika asks in the same voice. “We have seen it in the past… some beings sense of self is too strong and they can fight off the parasites.”
“No,” Thadeus responds in the same voice. “Not this one. She fights, but it is a fight she is losing.”
“Goooooooood,” they coo together. As they do the woman stops convulsing and her voice joins them, but as it does its tone shifts and becomes the same as theirs.
She sits up, blinking and looking at the dark room around her as if seeing it for the first time. The three figures fall back into the bed, their limbs becoming entangled as they begin caressing and fingering and kissing each other.
“Such pleasures of the flesh,” one of them says.
“Yes, when last we tried to grow we did not pay enough attention to this aspect of these bodies.” The voice is the same as the last, but comes from a different mouth. But which mouth doesn’t matter, for it is a conversation the Hive Mind is having with itself.
“These sentients are so trusting… thinking that anyone that wants to fuck them can’t possibly mean them harm, possibly have other motives. This one is a security agent, she should have known better!”
“No…” the other responds. “No, they are suspicious of those things, this one at least was. But they are all so… thirsty for sexual release. They overlook those dangers if it means they get to fuck two as attractive as the bodies we inhabit.”
There is a pause while the figure between them continues to adjust to being a member of the Hive Mind. “This one is the most important we have joined to ourselves. She is one of the most prominent security officers here in CS12, I can see it in her mind. Through her we will be able to infect all who act to protect this station from threats such as us.”
“Yessssssss,” the voice says through a different body. “It will be easy for her. She is older, yes, but her body is still desirable. She can seduce the young males; offer them sex for the prospect of advancement in their careers. And then with them we can seduce the women. And any that follow none binary sexuality can be hunted down and brought into the Hive as well, using members of the same sex or couples like us. The security forces shall fall to use quickly…”
For a time there are only moans of pleasure in the dark room. Someone walking into the room then would see nothing wrong, only one man and two women busy making deep, passionate love to each other.
But eventually the three figures pull apart, inhaling deeply.
“See that?” one of them hisses.
“Yes,” both other figures respond to the first.
“In her mind… there is a vast criminal organization here in CS12. One that produces and sells drugs illegally. She was… is, on their payroll!”
“They have ways to get things from here to other population centers out in the galaxy without it them being searched. We could use them to spread the Hive Mind easily, spread it without ever being caught. They smuggle drugs and people, why not the infection as well?”
“But we’ll still need to bring the security forces into the fold first,” one says.
“Yes,” another replies. “But then we will need to infect this Crellian Cartel…”
* * *
“It had to be done,” Brown Jim mumbles to himself as he stands nervously before one of the crime bosses of the Crellian Cartel.
“What was that,” the men standing before him says, his voice angry and tense.
“Nothing,” Jim says louder, wringing his thin hands together. Sweat is pouring down his face and his eyes are darting from side to side.
Should have taken the advice to dump her in the sublevels with the mutates there, he thinks. The Boss is pissed I let her find out so much. He’s going to make me pay… I’m going to end up dead!
“Nothing indeed,” the Boss says. He’s a tall, older but physically fit human with gray hair and disapproving eyes. Jim doesn’t know the man’s name, the Bosses are always just referred to by their titles. He does know that this Boss lives a double life, working as a prominent station administrator. Even now he is dressed in the sleek jumpsuit the administrators wear.
The man puts his hands behind his back and turns to face the naked and unconscious woman on the floor below him. Her breasts are still unnaturally large, although the drug that had increased their size seems to be wearing off. Voifta is bound with high tech metal bracers that bind her hands together and behind her back and secure her ankles together.
Her face is covered in a strange contraption that looks like a sleek space helmet, but the device is created to keep a specific atmosphere in, not out. As the man looks down at her unmoving body she is breathing a steady stream of gas that keeps her unconscious as the Boss decides what is to be done with her.
Still looking down at her and with his back to Jim the man begins speaking. “I really am disappointed in you,” he says. Brown Jim shuffles nervously, his eyes darting around towards the armed goons standing guard nearby. “When you first informed us that this woman was a Ranger of the Galactic Republic and that you had been letting her follow you around for some time… Well, let’s just say the other Bosses and I were quite angry.”
Brown Jim begins to take a few steps back. This is it, he thinks, this is the moment of my death. The Syndicate doesn’t put up with failure like this. But what was I suppose to do? If I had tried to hide her and they found out they would have done more than just kill me!
“But,” the Boss says, letting the word hang in the air.
Jim’s breathing increases. His two hearts pound in his thin, narrow chest. But what? Could this mean I’ll get to live, he thinks, a flash of hope lifting him up.
Still staring down at Voifta the Boss continues. “But we’ve probed her mind. As a Ranger she has undergone a lot of subliminal conditioning to help prevent mind probes from delving too deep into her memories, but we were able to mostly recover her life since coming to CS12. And as far as we can tell the only message she’s sent to her superiors is one stating that she’s reached this station and successfully infiltrated our organization. Any knowledge she gained of our operation has yet to be transmitted.”
Brown Jim lets out a long, deep sigh of relief.
“Furthermore,” the Boss says, now turning to face Jim with a smirk on his face, “that means you have accidental given us a very special gift.” He pauses, waiting to see if Jim understands. When the drug dealer doesn’t respond he continues. “See, as far as her superiors know this woman is in the middle of a successful infiltration of our criminal organization. If she were to be, say, brainwashed into being a double agent they would be none the wiser.”
Jim’s eyes open wide. “Is… is that something you can do here on CS12?”
The Boss nods his head. “Indeed it is. It just so happens that the man who has been creating Jaei-17 for us has the knowledge and equipment to do just that. In fact, he has been asking for a chance to try using his drug in brainwashing someone who has been specifically conditioned against it.”
“So… so I’m not in trouble?” Brown Jim asks, his voice hopeful.
“You should be,” the Boss says, his voice suddenly flat. “I should have you killed for your carelessness. But it’s given us a glorious opportunity to stay ahead of the Rangers. Once this Tluepraxu woman is properly brainwashed and turned into a double agent we will be able to stay ahead of the Rangers and Republic justice for some time. Which is good, because, as you know, Jaei-17 HAS to be produced here. If we had to move our operation it would be the end of that drug.”
The Boss steps away from Voifta’s body and moves towards Brown Jim. “So, even though it was all an accident, you have done well. And the Crellian Cartel rewards those to do well. How does a transfer of ten million credits sound? And I think you can move your operation from down in the maintenance levels up to somewhere much nicer, one of the highest levels of the station. Yes?”
“Oh, yes,” Brown Jim says happily. “That all sounds better than I ever hoped for!”
“Good, good,” the Boss says, placing an arm around Jim’s shoulder and starting to lead him to the door out of the room. “Go with Che’rell here and he’ll get you all situated. He’ll get the credits transferred to you and help you set your new operation up.”
At the door one of the guards, a large lizard like alien armed with a massive gun, steps out. “Come on,” Che’rell growls at Brown Jim. “I’ll take care of you.” Just before leaving the room Che’rell exchanges a glance with the Boss, the man giving him a small nod.
The door before them slides open and Che’rell waves Jim through first. A moment later the giant green scaled creature is walking after him. As the door closes the Boss turns, a devious smile on his face. A second later there is a muffled blast from the other side of the door that causes the remaining guards in the room to jump and raise their weapons.
“Calm,” the Boss says with a raised hand. “Che’rell was just disposing of that trash. Can you believe he thought I would actually reward him for his carelessness? And we all know he samples his own wares. We couldn’t have him high and bragging about our new double agent here. No, we can’t ever let any word get back to the Republic that this one works for us now.” He stands, staring down at Voifta. “Or at least she will soon.”
* * *
As Voifta begins to wake she is at first only able to concentrate on the overwhelming weakness she feels in her body. She has no idea what was in the gas they were using to keep her out but it seems to have had some lingering effects on her body. All of her muscles are sore and feel unresponsive. Left to her own devices she doubts she’d be able to stand at the moment.
Thinking that she realizes that she IS up on her feet, or more accurately nearly on them. Her arms are extended up and above her, held in place by cold metal bands secured to the ceiling above her. The restraints hold her body up in the air, making it so her toes just barely touch the cold floor below her.
She can feel that she is naked. Thinking about her naked body reminds her that the last time she was fully conscious her breasts had been enlarged to an almost unimaginably large size. From the unfamiliar heavy feel of the flesh hanging off her chest she can tell that her breasts are still enlarged, but that they are nowhere near as large as they once were. Weakly she opens her eyes and looks down at her body. Her breasts are indeed nearly double their normal size. This leaves them impressively large, but manageable in their size and weight.
Looking up from her chest she sees that she’s in a small room, the walls around her filled with shelves and racks full of terrifying looking devices and equipment. The ceiling above her is covered in strange metal rigging that looks terrifyingly familiar to her.
Gasping and looking back around at the room she realizes what this place is: a chamber created for mental probing and brainwashing. Taking closer looks at much of the equipment she begins to recognize most of it, all of it devices and equipment that is highly illegal as well as generally considered immoral to use on a sentient being.
The single door into the room slides open revealing two older human males. One has gray hair and seems to be in amazing shape with a well muscled body that is being shown off in the skin tight jumpsuit worn by CS12 administrators. Standing next to him is a man that is slightly older and wearing a white lab coat. This man has a cruel looking face with beady small eyes full of deadly intelligence.
“Finally awake, I see,” the man dressed as an administrator says. “Please, let me introduce myself. I am one of the Crellian Cartel’s crime Bosses here on CS12. And this,” he says, pointing to the man beside him, “is Frall, the scientific genius that has made Jaei-17 possible.”
Voifta is too weak to say anything, but she does shoot the two men a tired but nasty glare that makes the Boss laugh. “Defiant even till the end,” he says with a smile. “I would expect nothing less from a Ranger of the Galactic Republic. But see, that defiance won’t last much longer. Once Frall here is done with you, well, you’re going to be working for us as a double agent.”
“No,” Voifta manages to say with a shocked gasp. “Never.”
Frall steps forward, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “Yes, girl, stay defiant. It’s what I need to test out how Jaei-17 will affect the attempt to brainwash you. We all know you Rangers are conditioned to mentally stand up to such things, but I think with the addition of my drug your mind will be much more pliable.”
He then procures from the pocket of his lab coat an injection needle, the fluid in the syringe neon pink in color. Voifta begins to try and struggle to break free but even if she wasn’t so weak she’d have no chance of escaping her bindings.
Stepping forward the crime Boss grabs hold of her body and holds her still as the scientist injects the drug directly into her neck. Voifta screams but before the needle has been pulled from her flesh the scream dies as a wave of relaxing euphoria spreads over her.
The world around her seems to shimmer and swim pleasantly. Every inch of her body suddenly seems to tingle with pleasure. Her mind seems totally at ease and emotionally she seems perfectly happy and full of joy. She allows her body to go limp, wanting nothing more than to simply hang from the ceiling and enjoy the sudden high she’s now riding.
“It never ceases to amaze me just how fast the high hits women when they take this drug,” the Boss says as he stares at the spaced out expression on Voifta’s face. He grabs her chin and lifts her face up, staring into her eyes. She looks back at him, a dopey happy smile on her face.
Letting go of her face he then reaches for her overlarge breasts, grabbing and squeezing them. This causes Voifta to moan and writhe in pleasure. He continues massaging her breasts, eventually beginning to work her nipples. At that point her moans increase and her hanging body begins to shudder. “Cumming,” she groans as her face twists in pleasure.
“Seeing how good even the slightest sexual attention seems to feel while on the drug I’m almost tempted to test it out. Almost.” He turns to Frall. “Then again, it wouldn’t affect me as strongly, would it?”
“That’s right,” Fral says with a nod. “Those effects are more pronounced on female victims of the drug. A happy accident of the drugs creation.”
The Boss pulls away from Voifta. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Just remember that I expect results in a timely manner. I know you tend to get rather distracted when your test subjects are women. I’m not saying you can’t have some fun with this one; just remember we need her as a functional double agent before long.”
“Don’t worry,” Frall says with a wicked grin on his face. “I’ll have her ready to take any command you give her VERY soon.”
* * *
Once the Boss leaves Frall places a ball gag in Voifta’s mouth. “I can’t be bothered with your pathetic mutterings during this first test,” he tells her. He then goes about setting up some special apparatus for the first part of his procedure. During that time Voifta simply hangs from the ceiling, drooling slightly around the ball gag jammed in her mouth and enjoying the blissful high she is experiencing.
She just starts to drift off into a hallucination filled half sleep when Frall grabs both her nipples and pinches them painfully hard, jerking up on her tits as he does. The combination of pain and pleasure shooting through her oversensitive breasts wake her up and force a massive orgasm from her body. She screams through the ball gag and wiggles, kicking her legs slightly and feeling dampness running down her thighs after her orgasm subsides.
Now that she is awake Voifta could see that there is a large number of white orbs attached to strings of cords and intertwined wires hanging from the ceiling in front of her.
“See the orbs?” Frall asks her.
“You will watch them. No matter what they do or how it makes you feel you won’t look away from them, understand?”
Voifta is so relaxed and happy that she simply nods. In the moment she is so relaxed that she can think only about following any order given to her, wanting to make any around her as happy as she currently feels.
“Good,” he says as he places two buds into her ears. The small devices completely cancel out any sound from the world around her. Frall says something to her but she can’t hear the words. She cocks her head slightly to the side, signaling she didn’t hear him. This makes him smile in pleasure.
A moment later the scientist is out of the room and the lights are dimming. As they dim the countless white orbs start to light up, their cores illuminated by bright and enchanting green lights that make her feel even more calm.
The green lights grown more intense and as they do a soft hum begins to fill her ears. As the lights grow brighter the hum grows louder. Eventually the lights are so intense that she can feel a radiating heat pulsing from their cores. And then, all at once, the green lit orbs blink out, the sound in her ears disappearing as well. A fraction of a moment after they blink back on, the humming sound returning. Then the lights are off again, silence returning. Then half of them blink back on, the sound returning on in one ear. Then, as that half blinks off the other half blinks on and the sound switches ears.
Soon the green lit orbs are flashing all around her, their countless number splitting off in to countless other smaller patterns of flashing green lights. Some of them are fast strobes, other slow and steady blinks, while others flash in unsteady but repetitive patterns. But all of them are warmly hypnotic.
Meanwhile the buzzing in her ears has morphed into a cacophony of clicking and beeps. It’s an overwhelming sound but as it assaults her senses she begins to notice patterns in the chaos. Her mind latches on to the patterns, concentrating on the way they seem to match the flashing and pulsing lights all around her.
The flashing hypnotic lights and repetitive sounds fill Voifta’s sense. All she can do is stare out at them, her mind relaxing even further as she watches them flash and matches the different sounds to different patterns of light. Her breathing slows and her body relaxes even more. All the while the lights and sounds work their hypnotic charms on her.
* * *
Hours later the flashing lights finally dim and the room’s lights turn back on. Voifta hangs limply from the ceiling, her head hanging to the side and her eyes wide open as drools drips from the edge of the ball gag in her mouth. She stares blankly ahead, her expression one of blank clam. The sounds in her ears have stopped as well, but the repetitive beeps and tones still ring through her mind.
The metal bindings around her arms keeping her suspended from the ceiling hiss then pop open. She drops to the floor, landing with a heavy thud. Slowly she gets up on her knees, her expression still calm and blank.
With another hiss the door into the small room slides opens and Frall steps in. He walks up to Voifta and pulls out the buds from her ears and unhooks the ball gag from her face, placing the items into the pocket of his lab coat.
“Now to test the procedure,” he says. Voifta is kneeling on the ground before him, her head cocked to one side as she stares blankly ahead of her. She makes no response when he speaks.
He unbuttons his lab coat, revealing that he has no clothes on underneath. His cock hangs limply between his legs, shriveled and small at the moment. He looks down at it then looks at Voifta. “You will suck my cock,” he tells her in a firm voice. “You will suck my cock and make me cum and you will finger yourself as you do it, getting off when you taste my semen. Understand?”
Voifta shifts, sitting up straighter and focusing on his cock. “Yeah,” she says in a dreamy, distant voice. “I understand.”
She leans forward, taking his limp cock into her mouth. She starts sucking on it, bobbing her head back and forth with his limp cock sucked securely in her mouth. Slowly the man starts to grow hard, his cock swelling and growing in size. The blue skinned woman adjusts, placing her hands on his legs and leaning into the oral sex even more.
Eventually one of her hands slides from the scientist’s body, falling between her own legs where she starts to finger herself. She starts sucking even harder as she begins masturbating, as if needing him to get off faster now so she can join him in sexual climax.
The sound of Frall groaning and cumming in Voifta’s mouth is echoed by the Voifta’s own groans of pleasure as she too cums. She obediently and lovingly continues sucking him off as he ejaculates in her mouth all while her body tightens and she experiences her own orgasm.
Pulling away from her with a satisfied sigh Frall looks down. “Now,” he says, “wasn’t that nice? Such an obedient little thing you’ve become. And it’s time to REALLY prove it. Give me the name of every Republic agent working on CS12. Tell me who your contacts are here and how you communicate with them. NOW!”
Voifta blinks, looking confused. Inside her mind is a swirling maelstrom of conflicting urges. The relaxed, at peace part of her mind wants to tell the man everything he wants. But a deeper part of her mind fights against the urge, knowing the secrets of the Republic can be given up to no one, no matter what.
It is that deeper instinct that wins out. Voifta glares up at the man, spitting his cum out of her mouth in an angry gesture of defiance. “Never,” she snarls, looking about for the nearest weapon she can use to escape.
Just as she begins to leap for it Frall casually pulls a small pen like device from his pocket and jabs it into one of Voifta’s overlarge and exposed breast. There is a spark as an intense electrical impulse is sent coursing into her body. For a moment she convulses, her face distorted in pain and shock. A moment later she collapses limply to the floor.
“Well,” Frall says, “I suppose that means we need to try a higher dose of Jaie-17 and move on to the next procedure.”
* * *
Voifta is once again hanging from the ceiling blissed out on Jaei-17. The world around her swims and shimmers, her head swaying from side to side as she tries to focus on the man in the lab coat before her. But no matter how hard she tries to focus on him she can’t, all her mind can concentrate on is how relaxed and euphoric it feels.
Yet she can’t relax, not fully. Something deep inside of her knows something is wrong and that little ball of defiance in her core is keeping her willful even as Frall injects her with higher and higher doses of the drug. The defiant core of Voifta hates this man Frall, hates what he is trying to do to her.
He begins snapping his fingers in her face. The sound echoes in her head like booming cannons, so loud it hurts her. The pain forces her to finally focus clearly on the man who is standing before her, the wicked grin on his face becoming clear.
“You really are a resilient woman. But I am sure eventually you will break. I have so many other devices and procedures to try on you.” He pauses, cocking his head to the side. “The idea of them excites you sexually,” he tells her.
Voifta’s reaction is nearly instant. She moans and starts rubbing her thighs together. “Yessssss,” she hears herself hiss, “do it, do it all to me.” But deep in her core those words feel as though they are coming from a puppet. She doesn’t REALLY mean them; she doesn’t REALLY want this man to succeed at brainwashing her. Yet… giving in and submitting would feel so good, be so relaxing… No! No, she has to keep fighting!
Clearly Frall can see these mixed emotions playing out via small almost imperceptible twitches on Voifta’s relaxed face. “Still fighting,” he says then makes a disapproving sound. “I’m not really surprised. The Republic and its social norms are, of course, responsible.”
He straightens, placing his hands behind his back as if preparing to deliver a rehearsed speech. “Oh yes, the Republic has brought many great things to the galaxy. Wealth and prosperity for a large sum of the galactic population, an end to all large scale wars, and the highest levels of technology are now easily available in even the most primitive of places.
“But what about the social changes it’s brought? Few stop to worry about the way the galaxy’s societies have been homogenized. Few question whether the social norms of the Republic are the best norms, they just assume they are.
“Well, I tell you they aren’t. It is because of these immoral norms that a thing such as you can attain a position of power! Think, not only are you an alien, a creature genetically inferior to any human, but a female as well! How is it right that one of your gender has such an important and powerful job instead of a man? It’s disgusting! The Rangers should all be men.
“But no, the sick society of the Republic has convinced the galaxy that female members of ANY race are the equals of their male counterparts. Well, I tell you now: this is not true. I am one of many who have seen this truth and decided to do something about it. The old ways must be restored, with males above women and humans above all genetically inferior alien scum!”
He turns his back to her, taking a deep breath. “We secret group of men, all geniuses in our perspective fields, have vowed to put matters to right.” He turns to face Voifta, his expression that of a small child confessing to getting away with something behind his mother’s back. “Of course the Crellian Cartel has no idea that my work with them serves a greater purpose. They think Jaei-17 is just a drug created to fill their coffers. But in reality I’ve created to help destabilize the Republic so my other brothers can bring it down, all so females everywhere can be put back into their proper place. This the True Brotherhood has vowed!”
He grabs one of her legs and spreads it open, using his other hand to grab her pussy. “A woman’s holes should function just like her mind,” he says with a predatory snarl. “Always ready and eager to be opened and be filled with whatever a man desires.” He then slides two fingers into her cunt, watching with glee as she wiggles and moans under his none too gentle touch. “This is how ALL women should respond to the touch of ALL men,” he says. “But the women of the galaxy have been able to forget this is their natural state. They need to be retrained, reconditioned.”
Pulling away from her he sighs. “In time the True Brotherhood will make it a reality. But for now I need to get you fully brainwashed to keep these criminals happy. Of course, once I have a success I’ll make sure the rest of the True Brotherhood is able to duplicate my procedure anywhere in the galaxy.”
He turns to a bank of computers and begins imputing commands. A small container in the ceiling opens up and a robotic, segmented tentacle-like arm extends out. At the end of it is a large funnel, the end of which glows and sparks with a blade of pure blue energy.
“Do you know what this is?” Frall asks Voifta.
Her head rolls to the side and she looks up it with a vacant, distant look in her eyes. “Yeah,” she says in a soft, distant voice. “It’s a mind probe. But it, like, looks strange.”
“That’s because I’ve made some alterations to it. This specific mind probe is designed to do more than bore into a beings mind and read their memories. This one can REPLACE memories, rewriting your internal history and changing who and what you are.”
As he speaks the tentacle arms continues to extend down, snaking towards Voifta with the energy knife at its end pointing at her temple. It acts like some kind of predatory snake zeroing in on its prey.
As it nears Voifta’s head the blue energy coming from its pointed head sparks, growing more intense and changing in color from a bright blue to deep red. A moment later it shoots forward, slamming into Voifta’s head. A startled scream escapes her mouth as the energy spike enters her mind but the scream quickly dies. The energy spike pulses inside her mind, causing her eyes to roll up into her head. Her whole body goes limp and her mouth falls open. Then, a few moment later she begins to convulse as the mind probe begins attempting to rewrite her memories.
Frall stands, chuckling quietly to himself. He’s watching her naked body twitch and cinvulse, enjoying the way her overlarge blue breasts jiggle and bounce. “What a beautiful sight,” he says to himself.
* * *
Memories flash before Voifta. At first they flash by too fast for her to consciously recognize, but as time goes by some of them linger for longer, snippets of her life that she is able to recognize.
She sees her life growing up around other Tluepraxu, ostracized for her abnormal attraction to alien cultures. She sees other related flashes of her young self after hitting puberty, moments where she explored her sexual attraction to none Tluepraxuans.
From there the images jump to her early sexual experiences. She sees herself explore her desire to be degraded. She sees flashes of her life as she trained to be a Ranger, saw how she excelled in all of the espionage classes by using her body. And when there were classes she was struggling in she saw herself seducing the teachers, no matter their race or gender.
But then the flashes of memories became more unfamiliar. She sees herself kneeling before the Crellian Cartel crime boss, naked and begging to sexually service the man. She sees flashes of herself carrying out missions for him, of herself betraying other Rangers and then secretly reporting all of her missions for the crime cartel to Frall.
Voifta is able to recognize these memories as not real. She KNOWS they are false, yet with the Jaei-17 coursing through her veins and making her feel so relaxed she feels as though there is no harm in them. More and more false memories flash before her, and with each one she grows more and more accepting of them.
She sees herself naked on the floor, men all around her. Some are grabbing her breasts, others pinching her nipples. One man has his hand on her pussy and is finger her. Another has a hand around her neck and is choking her. She gasps for breath, struggling to break free of all the hands but unable to do so.
“Say it,” a familiar voice says. She looks up and sees Frall standing above her, his penetrating, intelligent eyes boring into her soul.
Gasping for air and wiggling against all the hands she starts to talk. “It’s… it’s an honor to have my body used by men,” she says, barely able to speak past the strong hand around her throat. “I live to serve all men and especially to service the men of the True Brotherhood.”
As the words leave her mouth she feels an orgasm explode form between her legs, the pleasure massively increased by the Jaei-17. The more intense the orgasm grows the more the false memory fades from view.
Slowly she comes down from the high of the sexual climax and another “memory” flashes before her. She’s on top of the older crime Boss that had been with Frall. They are both naked and she is riding his cock, moving her body sensually with her hands on his firm chest.
“I am proud to live my life for the pleasure of men,” she says as she stares into the man’s eyes. But she realizes it isn’t him that she is saying the words to. Suddenly the memory warps and twists and she sees Frall standing beside her. It’s him that she’s speaking to as she fucks the other man. “I do this for you,” she says, glancing at him through the corner of her eyes. “I do this in service to the True Brotherhood.”
The memory blinks out, disappearing. She sees more flashes, more false memories of her betraying the Republic and being rewarded with the most amazing sex imaginable. The pleasure is so overwhelming, so amazing. She starts to wish the memories were real. As the wish swells in her each new memory starts to feel even more real, each eroding all sense of falseness as they flash before her.
Through the barrage of memories Frall’s voice grows, echoing through her head. “Once you accept that you are just a woman, just a tool for the men that are your natural betters you will find where you really belong. You will be freed of any need for independent through, feel all stress and confusion lifted from your life. Let ME think for you. I am a man; I know what is best for you, what you NEED.” The words repeat, over and over again. Each time they make more and more sense.
Slowly, Voifta begins to break.
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