263 let Kenzie rest for the moment, using the ship's controls to bring the vessel to a rest. It had found enough instructions in her mind to try to dock the ship, but it preferred to have her instincts at hand if something went wrong. Besides, something was happening inside the monster's mind. A transformation was beginning, and it would take some time before it was complete. Patiently, it waited for Kenzie to return to herself, amusing itself with its other playthings for the moment.

It took a good 10 or so minutes before Kenzie was back at her senses. She convulsed a few times as if in the aftershocks of the orgasmic assault that had been perpetrated upon her. After some time had passed, she was in a more normal state, though still exhausted, and covered in sweat and alien cum.

“Where… where are we? What do you still want from us?” She managed in a shaky voice, just wanting to be freed now. She wondered if there was perhaps an escape pod somewhere on the ship that she could get to… realizing that would still leave all the others with this monster, and chiding herself mentally for indulging in the thought of saving herself at their expense.

If the monster saw her moment of weakness, it didn't comment on it. Instead, it gave her instructions. "Dock with the ship," it said. "Then you will come aboard." Its manner of "speech" had clearly changed. The voice was still deep and gravelly, but no longer the ponderous, halting speech it had used up to this point. It was as though its communication had become more advanced, and its thoughts were flowing into her mind more wholly formed.

Tentacles receded fully from any proximity from her body, but its eyes still watched her closely. It scanned her mind for trickery.

Kenzie immediately noticed the change in its… ‘voice’. Was it learning from her and the others? Was that why it kept subjecting them to these torments?

“What’s on the ship…?” She asked, fairly certain it needed her to actually dock, and she wasn’t going to put a bunch of other people in danger. She reached out and took control of the ship manually, fiddling with controls and engaging positional thrusters to make the fine movement needed to dock. At the same time she tried to engage the life form scanners and scan the other ship… she didn’t much care if it knew, though she didn’t explicitly TELL her captor as much either.

The scan results began to come back. There were dozens of lifeforms which registered as human on the ship, but there were even more lifeforms that didn't. The vessel seemed to teem with activity, more than even a moderately sized ship like this one should.

"I am," the monster answered her. "Your precautions are meaningless. This ship is already mine." On the exterior, the ship seemed no different from any other, and there were no signs that any "infestation" might have taken hold. But the scanners were showing a different story.

The young woman wasn’t quite prepared for the story that the scanners… and then the 263 itself… relayed. She had expected a ship full of hosts, perhaps a slave ship or at least a ship where it could spread itself easier somehow. It seemed that it had already multiplied itself many times, however.

It didn’t seem to matter then if she docked or not… both ships were already under control by the creature(s). She sighed softly. “Beginning docking procedures…” She said quietly. “I’m guessing it’s useless to hail the other ship for instructions.” She said softly, wiggling in the chair… wishing she could at least get some clothes back on.

"The crew of the ship are all aboard," 263 offered. "I could find instructions in one of the girls' minds if you need them." It watched her mind closely, for signs of either treachery or incompetence that would endanger the ship. Still, it couldn't help but have some sadistic fun with her. "And don't worry about clothes. No one else on board has them, and they wouldn't last long on you anyway."

As the ship approached, the docking lights on the captured ship lit up, welcoming Kenzie in to what would almost certainly be a new level of Hell.