Body managing to relax, by at least some small amount, Geng-Xin found herself letting loose a sigh of relief. Though she'd still find herself shaking, pleasure still coursing through her body, this creature's presence still being inflicted upon the inner walls of her sex, having managed to turn off that implant one more time, she could feel that strange 'swell', within her, beginning to die down. Still breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath, the visibly sweating amazon could at least regain some semblance of control. Fingers pressing down on the implant once more, initiating the start up sequence, Geng-Xin would keep her hand in place this time, ensuring that the device couldn't ever start up again, as long as she held it.

Actually finding it slightly easier to move now, the presence of this thing had seemingly changed from a tar like, elastic coating to something more like the tight, fleshy imprisonment of some creature's gullet or stomach, Geng-Xin would find herself briefly concerned that this thing was about to move on now to some sort of digestive stage. Even though there was such a deadly, fatal, risk, the woman would only use the one arm to try and press out against the meaty prison. Her free hand leaving her lower back to press out in front and to the side of her, resorting to even throwing a punch or two, which surely could have seen her bloody arm bursting through to open air with any other creature, it wouldn't seem as if this approach would be the one to grant her freedom. Fortunately, as far as she could tell, there weren't to be any digestive acids in the mix, and instead she was simply having to endure the sliminess and slight caressing movement across her sensitive nipples, which seemed to happen every time she moved now.

Switching over from her right hand, which she'd had to maneuverer awkwardly, underneath her body, across her behind and sex to reach the implant on her sensitive pearl, a strenuous piece of contortion, even at the best of times, Geng-Xin would take a more comfortable and easier pose as her left hand slid slowly into place, down the front of her body, and performed a painstakingly careful changing of the guards, as it were. Her primary arm now free, the warrior would try, with this hand as well, to tear herself loose of her current bonds. However, the act proved just as impossible even with both this, and the combined strength of her legs, that would kick for a while before relaxing and being forced back together. It didn't seem to make much sense to waste her endurance if it was clear such an approach wasn't working, but unless she found herself able to think of some other way out, she might just have to resort to this pointless seeming struggling. For now though, she'd relax, giving herself time to think.

It would be at this point that Geng-Xin felt the back of her head, then subsequently her neck then her upper back, softly come into contact with the interior walls of the air lock. Finally, she'd made contact with something, but with her hands still locked inside this creature, there was no way she could reach out to get a hold of anything. For a moment or two, she'd be concerned that she'd simply bounce away again, this time, even slower. However as the outer shell of this... thing... that had her, made contact with the wall, some small residual amount of its original stickiness would cause it to remain in place. Back of her head, neck and the top half of her back pressed to the wall beneath her, due to the rigid structure provided by the current position of her body, and the adhesiveness of the entity around her, the rest of her body would continue to hang up, out into the rest of the room, momentarily still as Geng-Xin chose that moment to be cautious.

She'd almost all but regained her composure at this point, though the presence of this thing inside of her pussy, and the recent stimulation, would still course her to blush deeply, as well as keep her careful not to move her hips around too much, the slightest of movement causing waves of pleasure to wash over her. However, as she lay there, trying to figure out her next move, beginning to think she could try and reach her right arm up to the 'collar' of this thing, where the fabric that was now this creature's body would have ended, she'd feel a change take place inside her most intimate areas. No longer as if many different points of pressure, a countless supply of things squirming away, poking and prodding wherever it may, a single solid form took its place. Before she could begin to fathom what such a change meant, only getting as far as envisioning some penis like intrusion sitting comfortably in her inner place, the fleshy walls around her would begin its newest, most effective torment.

"HNNNN!!"

The lovely, raven haired soldier would make such a tortured, shocked but lustful sound, the noise escaping through suddenly gritted teeth. Toes pointing, but knees bending slightly, still pressed together, the flinching movements seemed entirely involuntary as powerful vibrations began to tease every inch of her skin. Though she'd find herself tensing up, fighting against it, after the first few seconds of exposure, her jaw would relax, mouth opening slightly as she began to pant, like a dog, feeling her sex twitching slightly as these cruel emission carried even all the way in there, tormenting her most sensitive areas. The sensation would ripple across her humongous, soft breasts, harshly buzzing against her hard, tingling nipples. All up and down her legs and inner thighs, where she was especially sensitive, at least compared to other women, the humming caress would cause her to instinctively pull her knees apart, to allow whatever was punishing her better access, though as it happened, it would make little different either way. She'd even feel a strangely pleasant sensation tingling around the rim of that tight, little hole to her ass which, whilst partially protected by the padding of her cheeks, would not be able to escape punishment as the buzzing carried all the way there.

This new vibration, whilst carrying through Geng-Xin's own fingers, would punish her clit again, once more and, whilst she would try to fight it, her own body would have other ideas, her sex becoming soaked and slippery to the touch. Her right hand dropping down, over her left hand, she'd try in vain to grant herself some salvation from this torment, pushing out with the back of her right to try and fend this vibrating flesh away from her clit, as well as trying to fish out where this bizarre creature dipped into her body. For the most part, it would be effective, but by this point Geng-Xin would have already been exposed to far too much sexual punishment and, some buzzing still carrying all the way through to her clit, across both her arm, and hammering away at her from within, especially as she managed to pull that shaft inside her partially out, that same 'pleasurable, something is coming' would now come rushing towards her like a stampeding bull.

Feeling such bliss, like nothing she'd ever experienced before (or at least, could remember feeling before), the strength in Geng-Xin's body would seem to simultaneously leave her, whilst at the same time striking out compulsively elsewhere. Both hands falling back down to her sex, seemingly clutching at the one place that seemed to surge with the most intensity, Geng-Xin's eyes would roll back in her head as her knees clashed together, and her feet, oddly enough, flew apart. Squirting blast after blast of her hot, love nectar, every muscle in Geng-Xin's body seemed to lock in place, as that ecstasy rushed through her. Of course, the one part of her that didn't seem to seize up was her voice, as a great lustful cry escaped from her, filling up that tiny air lock.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!! FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!"

The orgasm seemed to course across the length of her body for some time, the pleasure exemplified in every sensitive areas she'd been tormented (so... all of them). Left panting heavily and slightly twitching in the aftermath, Geng-Xin, though so vocal just moments before, would find herself only able to utter a series of further profanities. Her mind, which had been wiped clean by that immense climax, would need a moment or two to recover, leaving her only the ability to mutter those few random words.

Vibrations giving way instead, to an unexpected sucking of her thighs and intimate areas, Geng-Xin would almost feel herself having another orgasm right there and then, swiftly being tossed back up to the initial blissful high of her climax only seconds after toppling over the top. Her body having just begun to relax all of its many, tensed up, spasming muscles, the new sensation would cause her to flinch and twitch. It'd been an unexpected change to experience amidst such a dire and devastating moment, and a most effective one at that.

Still, the born soldier proving to have slightly better recuperative abilities than whatever this bizarre mesh of mysterious origin was, Geng-Xin would be quicker to recover from the orgasm than her captor. Unfortunately, amidst all the resulting spasms and shifts in both herself and the creature surrounding her, Geng-Xin's stalwart guard over her sweet, swollen pearl would waver. The tricky reactivation of her implant would give her a moment or two's loss on whatever lead she could have clawed together for herself. Having no time to analyse the change in the creature's shape around her body, Geng-Xin would suddenly make a long, hollow, drawn out holler. Inhaling, the amount of noise being created being impressive for an intake of breath, she'd make a rapid, pained gasp like a desperate diver emerging from unexpectedly deep depths, drawing vasts quantities of air into her lungs. The resulting stimulation causing her sex to twitch around the still intruding 'member' inside of her, she could easily feel how it had seemed to have swollen up now, fitting in all the tighter. Before, she'd been able to feel at least some small purchase being won when she'd tried to remove this thing, now it was almost like it'd fused to her. Simply put, it wasn't going to be easy to remove.

For reasons that were beyond Geng-Xin's understanding, but quite natural immediately after cumming, as she'd done, it seemed to feel as if her body was even more sensitive now. The little buzzing on her sensitive nub, would cause her to gasp and pant once or twice. However, somehow, the warrior behemoth would manage to bite down, letting out an almost annoyed growl through gritted teeth. This device around her clitoris had caused so much trouble for her now, in the last few minutes, and with it going off again, she'd feel a furious urge to try and rip the damn thing off. Still, even in these circumstances, such an action seemed a little extreme, even for a hard-core soldier like Geng-Xin. Plus, a part of her was still a woman, and doubtlessly the thought of such an act would cause her to shudder and flinch.

Pushing down to deactivate the device once more, Geng-Xin would just have to hope that its tormentor was done with her and it now. Getting at least some amount of clear headedness into herself, she could begin to see how this thing had begun to tear open around her and, with one of her eyes getting one of those opening, she could indeed 'see'. Contemplation upon the fact that, even if she were to tear her own sensitive nub off, implant and all, assuming she didn't die from the shock, or any of the other factors afterwards, that a single sleep cycle and the resulting regeneration would undo such mutilation, she'd happily pass up on that particular line of thought as she successfully disarmed the device once more. It was unnerving how many times that thing had come on and off now, and to an outside observer, it might have almost seemed as if she was playing a game.

Finally having the chance to look herself over, in her new, current state, as well as getting the chance to look around her, Geng-Xin would be peeved to see that this thing had indeed absorbed and taken over her clothes. Through the tears and openings, she could see her own, bare, pale, naked flesh and the fact that the only thing covering her now was this entity would seem to annoy her somewhat. Still, once she'd torn her way out of this thing, as she so envisioned herself doing, it'd be as if she was a newborn emerging from a pod (how she herself had experienced 'birth') and, even if there was someone around to see her, clothing and modesty were a small, secondary consideration to a dedicated soldier such as herself. No, whether it be the mud of the trenches she'd been pushed into by another soldier's boot, or this bizarre thing that'd wrapped itself around her, Geng-Xin would claw her way out of anything with a fierce, indomitable determination...or, at least, so she thought.

What was it that had caused this creature around her to release its grip? Was it some sound she'd made? The way she'd writhed and jolted her body in the resulting spasms of her orgasm? Had it been the climactic sensation itself? Whatever it was, Geng-Xin would have time to analyse later, the time to move being now. Both hands now leaving her deactivated, and dormant implant, the warrior would struggle to push her arms upwards, every inch of progress being like trying to scrape up the bottom of a stuck egg to a pan, or something suitably flat under a mass of duct tape. Regardless of the analogy, she'd make impressive time as she got her fingers up to the collar of the 'suit' encompassing her body. Stretching out that hole as she forced herself out, not only would Geng-Xin succeed in getting her arms up and loose out of the thing, but managing to find a handle on the wall to grasp, she'd manage to roll her body over, the sticky substance peeling a little and re-sticking as she turned over onto her front. Getting her arms free was the easy bit, but now it was going to be hard. Pulling with her arms, Geng-Xin would drag her knees upwards a little, towards her chest, still trying to keep as much of this thing stuck to the bulkhead beneath her as she readied to push out with her feet. Her rear end being forced outwards by her move, it would seem as if she was presenting an all too easy, and viable target, but she would just have to hope that this thing's current state meant it was defeated and inert. A chrysalis... though she'd undergone no metamorphosis... that was what she'd have to envision this unmoving mass she was now trying to escape from as.

OOC: Sorry it has to be such a long post, but I have to cover a lot, it seems... I think this might have been my longest post on Shokushu yet, and I just have to hope people enjoy it anyway.

Whilst Geng-Xin would attempt to slide herself entirely out of the tight embrace of the bizarre entity, as soon as she tried to push outwards with her legs, the residual stickiness on the outer layer of the substance, that was around her body, would seemingly dry up, causing the stretches of ‘fabric’, that she’d grinded and thus had attempted to stick to the wall, to snap back to her taut abdomen and waist with an elasticity and gentle slap, causing her lower half to lightly peel from the bulkheads. Fortunately, still possessing a grip on her hand hold, the giantess would avoid drifting back out into the empty space of the room. However, due to the her sudden loss of traction, lower half drifting away in what she perceived as the ‘upward’ direction, she’d find herself instinctively moving, flailing her legs, an action that only caused...

“Nnn!”

The cute little sound, practically a squeak, and quite uncharacteristic for the mighty warrior, would be provoked by an unmistakable sensations, produced by the subtle grinding of the bulging, intrusive phallus still buried deep inside of her. Suddenly flinching, body curling up, knees rising towards her chest as her toes curled, it wouldn’t have been any action on her assailant’s part that had sparked matters, rather her own, careless movements that had caused things to stir and, making note of this, even though this thing’s assault on her body had apparently stopped (for now), she would start to make a more conscious effort to precisely control her movements, keenly aware of how sensitive and precarious everything still was.

Slowly unravelling her legs now, her ankles having crossed over one another, her quickened breath would gradually begin to level again as she calmed herself and cautiously unfurled. Discovering the shape around her lower regions to have subtly changed, once more, as she chanced a glance down, she would see her knees peel apart, revealing herself to now be in possession of an almost ‘legging’ type engulfment, the entity around her seeming to finalise itself, almost as if some kind of skin-tight suit, no longer sticky but certainly tough and wrapped fittingly around her, having a slightly rubbery, and very strong, texture and elasticity. This being the case, further attempts to get this thing off her would have to be done considering this thing to be more like a tricky, extra hard to remove, item of clothing, rather than some sort of tight sleeping bag or fleshy pod.

Try as she might, keeping her movements as gentle and careful as possible, Geng-Xin could not avoid the teasing, little stirring that took place every time she shifted her hips, the form hugging ‘clothing’ hoisted up, under her groin regions, keeping that swollen, uneven, almost lumpy intruder inside her hot, moist, sweet cavern. Once or twice she would try to grasp a handful and pull the thing loose, but the toughness and elasticity of this thing would prevent any removal, what little movement she managed only brushing the twitching, flinching inner walls of her sex before the thing slid seamlessly back into its original position. The pressure of the tight coverings around her would be just short of what was needed to hold and unleash the power of her implant down below, but the attempts she made to extract this thing from her sex would lead to a heavy enough snap back, enough to click and hold down the device, prompting her to have to quickly pinch and lift on the material (nearly) directly over her clit, before the three seconds needed were up, gently lowering it back down in place, not wanting a repeat of previous performances.

Still, whilst she managed to avoid the more intense sensations that could have been, the ever, quite noticeable presence of this thing inside her, would give her mind a slight haziness, the mild, albeit unwanted, pleasure commanding at least some small amount of her attention at all times. For the most part, she could avoid moving her lower regions at all, drifting through the zero gravity, letting her arms do most of the work pushing and pulling her forth. However, as she came to each hand hold and stretch of bulkhead, some amount of shifting would naturally occur as her body tried to adjust. It was a distraction, but if she could just get to her personal effects, she could probably get a knife or something and try to cut herself loose.

There was something familiar about the sensation of moving about with something buried inside her sex, either stuck in there with unbreakable bonds, or else with herself not permitted to remove the prod/device/toy. Whilst she had no specific memory, thinking about it, the possibility that she might have before been humiliated, maybe even paraded, in this fashion before, would not seem too implausible , given her past. For some reason it somehow felt even more shameful than if she was just out, naked, in the opening and, as she pried the airlock open, a cause that needed use of her legs, Geng-Xin requiring to test her endurance as a certain warmth was fostered, with a trickle of fresh juices oozing between ‘fabric’ and her sex, she would find herself, once more, glad that nobody was around.

Her bag... She’d look around for it, mind still kind of... ‘distracted’... Wait! Hadn’t she left it on the bridge? Yes, she’d used her journal/personal console/tablet as a way of linking up to the ship’s systems. Right, she’d just grab her things and head to the medi-lab. She couldn’t say she much cared for what this thing had just done to her... in some ways, was still doing to her... nor did she like the exact, intrusive shape this thing had apparently dried and hardened up into... still, she’d optimistically assume what was on her now was a sort of husk, dead, depleted. Given how it’d assaulted her, she just had to hope, and would in fact believe, that this thing was done with her. It’d achieved its one, singular , purpose, the act leaving the thing spent... but little did she know...

Reaching the Bridge of the ship, she’d find herself spotting something out of the wide, expansive ‘windows’ that made up the front wall, half the side walls and most of the ceiling on this multi-operated, many console lined, command centre, usually run by four or five at a time. Without thinking, she pulled herself down into the main pilot’s seat, the act of folding up into a seated position forcing the rod, ever present inside her, to be pushed even further in, even without the presence of gravity and, as such, her weight pushing her down in the chair. After the initial flinch, chin tucked down to her chest, the heavy, lustful breathing warrior would raise her head to have a proper look at the heads up display. Just then though, the ship’s alarms would start to blaze and, a sort of pointless panic taking over, she’d scramble at the controls to shut them off, as if afraid they would alert someone.

Whilst most of her face, and her skin in general, would be covered up by the black, shadowy presence of this thing, even where it was not forming around her like a skin tight, bustier, corset costume, it would evidently be the womanly shape of this lone survivor that caught the attention of these approaching Pirates now. In the end, she would have just enough time to register what it was that was approaching ‘her’ ‘ship’, or what was left of it, realising she had to get moving, readying for a fight, before suddenly, she found the one eye hole, and evidently all the other tears and openings across her body, snapping shut.

“What?! NO-Uhhhhh!”

This thing springing back to life, unexpectedly, her back would arch and her mouth would fly agape, tongue hanging out as she felt it begin to shift and wiggle around inside her, massaging and caressing her inner walls that had been so cruelly denied, by her, of any of the proper movements she’d been working so hard to avoid, and had been so tormented by just the hint of. Though this creature had been dormant for a while, with its shaft still buried inside her, she’d hardly have gotten the chance to rest per say, and it’d almost be as if they were picking up exactly where they’d left off before. This time was slightly different, in that she was fully able to move around. However, no amount of movement, from her strong, powerful body, could prevent the tantalizing, pleasurable torture she was helpless to fight against, nor would any amount of care or gentleness (not that she could achieve either right now) seem to dissuade or in any way effect the exotic, writhing movements of this thing’s buzzing member, the vibration there and everywhere else on her trapped body providing stimulation she could have never have hoped to achieve herself, even if she’d wanted to.

“AHHH! NO! Please... Stop! Uhhh!”

In her tormented, blissful writhing, she found her right hand coming up, over her shoulder, and gripping tightly to the padded back/head rest of her chair, fingers easily squeezing through the old, worn, padding and quickly beginning to warp the metal underneath as this super strengthen vixen lost control, starting to buck her hips now, as the drawn out arousal and now these sensations overwhelmed her mind. Her grip (that is her grip on her own mental facilities) having been weak and stretched to begin with, it wouldn’t take long for what objections she could get out, through her squeals and moans, to turn.

“I... hnnn... Fuck! Oh! OH GOD! Yes! YES!”

Still grasping the chair behind her, she would now start to reach down with her other hand. Already lost in ecstasy, having quickly forgotten about the approaching Pirate raiders, she’d begin to stroke back and forth, over her clit, with a desperate fervour, body almost moving on its own. Heavens knew what sort of a show she was putting on for her audience, but oddly enough, she’d all but come to an oblivious state, regarding them, or, for that matter, anything else, deprived of sight and, as she slowly began to drift up, out of her seat, all other sensations beside this, quickly finding herself, once more, in a soundless, sightless void of nothing but this... this... bliss!

Her lids fluttered as her eyes rolled back, her head lightly rolling to one side. The thing buzzed against her swollen teats, her sensitive nub down below and... everywhere really, every inch of her skin ablaze, tingling. As she felt the almost unnoticeable, but now familiar hint of another rising climax raise its head, she’d find herself clenching up tight into an almost perfect ball, her hand being wedged and squeezed tight between her thighs. In this new position, the tips of her toes would clear the edge of the console in front of her and, hand still firmly attached to the chair behind her, she’d unintentionally manage a sort of slow motion somersault manoeuvre over the back of her chair, all the while desperately rubbing her soft, warm, increasingly moist, thighs together.

She’d stay in this helpless, curled up position until she felt her shins coming down softly on the ground. At this point, the gentle inertia guided her and, ankles splayed, but knees still firmly pressed together, she’d lay herself out, leaning back and blossoming on the ground. Her ‘torment’ would not have stopped throughout, and with one hand now she seemed to take to one her breasts, squeezing and massaging it, unknowingly showing her captor what to do. It all felt soo good, and as she lay there, panting and squirming, her other hand would come up now to rifle through her hair, gently grasping a wild handful of her locks as she wallowed. Her knees would rise and spread now, no longer in control of any of her body’s movements now, and she would remain in her world of sexually ecstasy until...

“OH GOD!”

Her eyes flew wide and her whole body tensed up as...

Somehow the sensation felt all the more intense this time, maybe it was because she wasn't fighting it quite so much on this occasion, perhaps it was because her captor had learnt to stimulate her trapped, helpless body all the more expertly since the previous assault. Either way, the fact that her body was still in some ways tingling, ablaze after the first orgasm, probably had some effect. She came so much quicker and so much more violently this time, her back arching, her entire length trying to rise up onto the back of her shoulders/neck and the tip of her toes alone, with the thoughtless, physical instincts suddenly becoming confused by the zero gravity as, naturally, she instead began to drift upwards.

Hands flew out around her to find floor that was no longer there, legs briefly flailed, flopping witlessly as she started to float once more. However, she'd soon begin to settle, albeit briefly, not moving so wildly any more, instead tucking her knees together and clutching at her abdomen like someone's with dreadful, gut twisting, food poisoning. After this, her second orgasm, she'd initially find herself quivering and panting, breath heavy and laboured, still feeling this thing squirming around in there. Littering the brief spaces in between exhale and inhale she'd mutter quick, hissed, albeit defeated, profanities, similar to those that she'd screamed out, all the more loudly, just moments prior, repeating them, and other short phrases...

“Oh God... Oh my fucking God...”

… again and again like some sort of traumatised victim of shock.

She would easily note the continuation of hostilities, this time, and as she felt things escalate further, finding, actually to her delight, at this point, her sex assailed by the sensation of countless fingers blossoming inside her tight, wet, drooling cunt, her body would jerk and spasm almost violently, finally and eventually discovering the one and only position that could possibly work for her now, with here finding herself once more away from any purchase. With an almost 'pained' sounding groan, Geng-Xin's knees tucked up towards her chest as she, once more, curled up into a tight, though surprisingly defenceless, ball.

The skin tight clutches of her 'attacker' clinging to the soft, smooth, round curve of her backside, with the plug of this thing still, easily, tucked away inside, transforming further, caressing, massaging, stimulating and, quite notably, vibrating. She would be unable to do anything more than try and endure, twitching involuntarily every now and then, feeling a new, wave of blissful sensations cover every inch of her skin, a constant feast of countless soft lips that was especially devastating on her clit, nipples and, perhaps more easily noted at this point, her old, and personal weak points along the sides of her neck and up and down the long, luscious length of her most flawless skin adorning her inner thighs. Toes would quiver, curl and uncurl, cheeks would clench and unclench, muscles all over would flinch.

It would seem, just like some old, tricky gap in a wall or the fence, that had to be exhaustingly cracked open again and again for people to sneak out through, only to spring back close again afterwards, Geng-Xin would have to be pried open once more to get her to the next state of orgasmic bliss. However, just as with that creaky board, or rusty panel, each subsequent 'use' would see her closed again with a little less force, a little less 'tightness' to that clench, a larger, more cooperative, opening available after every use, growing ever easier to pull aside, and slip in, every time. With every touch, she shuddered, and with every caress, her resistance would be broken down a little more.

Of course, with her near silence, at this particular point, a person might have thought her as having died down a bit. However, had one put an ear close to her as she pressed her forehead to her knees, and apparently struggled to not bite down on her own fingers that wavered all too precariously close to her mouth and clenched teeth, one might catch the gentle, mewling whimpers of her bliss between her tortured, struggling, strangled gasps and breaths that prevailed as she tried to 'buckle down' and 'withstand' the sensations.

This alone would have surely been a provocative, delightful thing for her audience to have heard, and it was such a shame that they'd not be close enough (yet) to enjoy the sheer 'cuteness' that Geng-Xin had at this stage. Gradually though, her lack of compliance would steadily, irresistibly, be removed once more and, just like her body that would slowly unfurl, her voice would be forced out into the open. Starting with a little squeak here, to her surprise, as breath got caught in the back of her throat, a shuddering 'huarrrrr' there, some strange cross between a sigh and a purr, in time she'd begin to escalate back up to the more intense and honest responses. Eventually, as she rose towards the ceiling, so too would her voice, and the bridge, once more, filled with luscious moans, unbound cries of sheer sexual ecstasy and senseless, expletives.

“Fuck. Ahhh-Fuck. Hnnnggghhh... Oh! Oh Gaaawwwwd.”

Her whole body felt hot, like she was seized with some sort of fever. Everything was coming... or should one say 'Cumming'... all the more quicker now. By the time her drift found her reaching the ceiling, the next orgasm would be imminent, and she'd be grateful for something to hold onto as her body quickly flew, once more, out of her control, the sheer ecstasy causing her body to spasm and contort.

The ability to hold back and moderate her immense strength momentarily taken from her, the nearest panel on the bulkhead would be the real victim as she scrunched the thick metal up in her grasp as easily as paper. Her knees, having come away from her chest, would knock against and dent the ceiling's lip, that is, the corner where solid, opaque structure gave way to the 'glass' of the bridge's overhead. The climax would press her into another fetal position, briefly. However, she would not be finding that pose again... at least not for any 'resistance' stage. No, because after this latest, she wouldn't find herself able to get back to that point where she could simply bite down and try to endure. This ongoing besiege was without rest or mercy now and, though she'd just cum, she'd already find herself at the uncontrollable gasping and moaning stage, that came shortly before the build up to the next 'big thing'.

Still, she knew that she needed to move, that she was had to somehow get away from this. Shaking hands grasping the surface before her, she'd start to crawl, gripping tightly to the bulkheads as she pulled and dragged herself. Wall flawlessly turning to ceiling in a smoothed, curved piece of architecture, her slow movements were (or at least, she thought they were) leading her to the space directly next to the door. Depending on how long it took her to get there, she could maybe seal the bridge to give herself more time against intruders, though ideally she hoped to get out of here, perhaps to some place where she could find some way of removing this thing.

She came again, this time drawing herself closer into the wall, both clasped heads pressing to her chest as her thighs rubbed together and her tongue lulled out, eyes briefly turning upwards into her head behind the blinding hood. Her loud, drawn out cry echoed throughout the ship... but what was this? How? She could already feel another one building as she came down from this one. No. she couldn't. At this rate she couldn't get anywhere.

Another meter or so was all she could manage before 'it' struck her again, rolling her body up again, pressing her forehead into the panel before her until she left an imprint, though this time not making quite as much of a noise, clenching her teeth, trying to withstand... This was impossible, this was insane. A free hand came down trying in vain to once more tug the thing loose. She couldn't... she...

“Urrkkhh...”

It was no good, she couldn't get this thing off and it wasn't going to stop. If she'd had any control over this, she would have stopped this by now... but this... this was too much. Her head... she... Whole body shaking, barely holding on, she'd somehow manage to pull herself a little further but... She was barely holding it together, and it would only be worse when...

'No! It should be here.'

Blind and somewhat disorientated because of it, Geng-Xin would fail to find that control panel she'd expected, finding, as she felt around, strange and unexpected things instead, none of which helped her get her bearings, least of all in her current state. Unfortunately, of course, she'd be about a meter or so off target.

'I should have reached it by now but...'

She Cums. Clenched tightly against the wall, after it's passed she tries to reach a single, wavering hand out too... Once more she- Her hand snaps back close to her chest.

'Oh God. What... what was that?!'

It was like the latest had begun to hit, only to be struck by another one 'cumming' on top of it mid-

“NNNNNGGHH!”

Another one?! It was no good, she just couldn't stop cumming. She...

“Oh... I... No... I... urk... it... it's too much... no more... plea... Haaaahhh!!"

What was this sensation... it felt like she was constantly cumming now. No rest, no dip in between. Her whole body was flushed, radiating this sublime, unwavering ecstasy. Her mind... her mind melted away, conscious but turning completely blank. As such, she'd hardly notice as the gravity came back on, signifying the presence of others on board, and she drifted slowly, gently back to the ground. Her head touched down and she began to fold up. Not that she'd be aware of it, but her legs would come down on the top of the back of a chair and, as she slid further down, the eventual pose she'd be found in would be a virtual invitation, thighs folded up back across the top of her amazingly flexible body, her gaping, luscious face on which an exquisite ecstasy was clearly painted, tucked amidst the perfect V of her legs.

"ahh... fu...fuck...fuck..."

The quiet little utterances, barely audible were all she could manage now as her broken, tormented body continued to come under fire, twitching ever so sllghtly...

"Ahh, ahh, ahh..."

Twitching and flinching still in the aftermath, Geng-Xin's bare chest rose and fell as she heaved and gasped for breath. Pleasure and ecstasy was still washing, rippling through her body. Even with her tormentor gone, or at least withdrawn from her vulnerable areas, it was all she could do to remain conscious as this bliss flooded her mind, bullying and pushing down all other thoughts, fragments of ideas and awareness barely managing to float by briefly, on the surface, before being submerged again. She felt weak but, try as she might, when she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, she could not bring to bear the strength to move. Her legs felt like lead weights, pressed down, ankles kept around her ears and, whilst she would attempt to at least bring her feet back down to the floor, the most she'd be able to manage is a weak little squirm and a subtle clenching of her thigh muscles. It would seem this attempt would also untap some reserve of pleasure, allowing it to escape and course up over her crotch, through her stomach, and upwards until it finally fizzled out towards her chest and pounding heart.

"Urkh!"

This weak little sound would escape her as she twitched once more, eyes rolling back in her head briefly. Any attempt to move from there on had to be taken cautiously. Her hands, that'd ended up pinned between the weight of her body, the seat of the chair and the armrests either side, would clench and claw slightly at the soft padding. This movement, at least, seemed safe, but fear of even more pleasure and ecstasy rushing through her made her hesitant to try and move her legs again, and something inside her informed her, most definately, that there were other mini-orgasms pent up throughout her body, the wrong move ready to unleash them. She'd hear voices, nearby. She couldn't see, but she could tell there were people in the room now. Her sex was exposed, and she could feel now the open air drifting gently over its raw, exposed, flushed lips. Only the thought of how she looked, the depravity of it, and the idea that other people might be looking at her now, would be enough to get her moving again.

They wouldn't seize her immediately, giving her at least a moment or two to recover. Some sensations, other than that of orgasmic bliss where beginning to return, but she was far from ready to face these pirates. Toes curling and uncurling, her eyes would be shut behind the mask as she leant her head against the back of the chair and panted deep, rapid breaths. Slowly, but surely, her legs would start to come down. She'd be shaking all over, sweat glistening off every exposed piece of skin, her own sweet juices flowing still and, between her thighs as they grinded together, the moisture would be there to make pale flesh slip and slide together. Little sparks of pleasure fired through her as she moved and, though it'd course some more twinges, it'd be nothing she couldn't handled. Her hands finally came up to the armrests of the chair, and with a delicate softness, the soles of her feet would touch down on the cold, metal floor. It'd be at that instant that a number of rough hands would seize her, the firm, but pliable flesh of the warrior women squishing slightly in their strong grasps.

'Oh! No, no, little missy.' They seemed to say as they lifted, pushing and pulling her back into the position she'd just escaped. 'We quite like you the way we found you.' At the very least, she'd actually hear out loud a chorus of chuckles, catcalls and various forms of mockery. With all strength still drained from her body, it wasn't hard for these brutes to have their way with her. Wrists brought up onto the arm rests of the chair, some sort of rope, or possibly even cables from the ship itself would be used to bind her elbows and forearms, keeping them there. Her upper back would press against the back of the chair, though she'd note something would be stuffed behind her hips and waist to keep her lower regions perched on the edge of the seat. Finally, her legs would be folded back, and some sort of binding, the same stuff used on her arms, would be tied around her the inside of her knees, the front of her collar and around the back of the chair, ropes or cables pulled tight. Her feet and shins would droop down, forming a sort of W, but it wouldn't be long before hands would either push or pull them upright.

There'd be a mild panic, and it would have been more where Geng-Xin in any fit state to conjure up anything more severe, but quiet moans and soft, barely audible 'no's and 'please's would be all she'd be able to manage as she gently tossed her head from side to side. There were so many of them, and they were being so rough. She had no idea what they were going to do to her, and no idea that this was just the beginning. Once they'd had there fun with her here, they were sure to drag her back to their ship for more 'entertainment'. These lowly pirates hadn't seen much of civilisation in the past few months, and she was the finest piece of ass they'd had the chance to get their hands on in years. Once the bonds were in place, she'd squirm, but the situation was hopeless. Breasts squeezed and trapped together by her legs, sex and butt exposed, glistening with hot juices, there was no way there'd be passing up the chance to fuck this gorgeous bitch senseless. She was royally screwed... or about to be.

As one would expect, given the circumstances, it wouldn't be long before Geng-Xin's captors began to molest and torment her body. Whether they inflicted pain with their rougher touches, or pleasure with their more tantalizing caresses, the subtle differences in her reactions seemed to be lost on these brutish Urqs, or else they did not care either way. A hand grabbed and squeezed her one breast with all the delicacy of a wanton glutton grabbing a handful of cake. She'd tense up, a tortured, strangled cry escaping quietly from the back of her throat. When hand and lips began their caress of her other breast however, that scrunched up, pained expression would give way to a far more relaxed and blissful, Geng-Xin gasping softly.

Her whole body was still burning hot, every inch of her skin aflame and sensitive to the touch and so, with practically every inch of her the plaything of these creatures now, she'd soon find herself rolling and writhing in that mixed storm of calm and turmoil, pain and pleasure inflicted in almost equal measure. Arms and thighs, ass and hair, there would be so many hands grabbing at her, each battling for a piece. Despite the extensive collection and knowledge of other languages programmed into her, the speech of these creatures would apparently be too primitive to see itself included. Instead, in the dark, eyes still covered and blind, she would simply hear the primordial grunts and roars of the beasts gathered around her. Unable to see, she could only focus on the sounds and sensations, and with herself so very helpless, she'd be incapable of telling what was to come next, and where.

“AAAHNN!”

Someone had reached into the mess and found her swollen, blood filled clit. The touch was cruel, and with her so overwhelmed already, she'd been completely unable to guard herself. She'd flinch as her mouth flew open wide and her hips bucked. The resulting cheers and taunts from the crowd showed that her reaction was much appreciated by the audience. She whimpered, but the torment was far from over and, soon, fingers would start to dive into her mouth and cunt, rubbing, teasing, scraping away at her inside flesh.

“-Ohgg...ohh... noo-ughh..”

Her attempts to protest were stuffed back down her throat by the fingers crawling inside. Eyes watered from her gag reflex, and her muscular abs clenched, trying to bend her double as she wretched... still, there was no escape. Exhaustion permeated every fibre of her being, despite the incredible endurance granted to her by her extraordinary design. Still, it would do nothing to prevent her body from cumming even more still. In the end, the inevitable would happen, one particularly good delve into her cunt, the current Urq apparently skilled enough to know to curl his fingers upwards against that one spot, and her body would convulse as a garbled wail escaped her. The crowd cheered, and even parted slightly to watch the solid, steady stream as she squirted across the room, juices spraying in a nice wide arc. They liked that, and it seemed that everything she did, voluntary or involuntary, only spurred them on further. Turns tormenting her worn cunt continued, and they seemed to take immense satisfaction in watching her convulse, Geng-Xin having to endure three more of those devastating orgasms by the time they were done teasing her.

She couldn't take much more. Her back arched and her eyes rolled softly back. She'd stopped struggling in her bonds, but that wouldn't stop the bindings from creaking as she squirmed instinctively, body responding to stimuli more than she was. At this rate, these creatures were going to break her mind and, it seemed, all the usual obstacles that got in the way of just cumming again and again, over and over, were coming down once more, those overwhelming floods coursing through her time after time, coming to her so easily and so frequently now. Every inch of her gorgeous, smooth, pale skin glistened with sweat. Her chest and bountiful, heaving, swollen breasts rose and fell as she struggled to take heavy breath after heavy breath.

Finally, her tormentors moved away, and some semblance of consciousness began to drift back down from that heavenly ascent from which it had been lost, fogged, blank, as white and plain as the clouds. She shivered all over, but not from cold. Her head drooped forward on her shoulders, drool trickling from the edges of her mouth. Between gasps and shuddering breaths, near unintelligible mutterings escaped her. 'Please' and 'No more' would be somewhere amidst the various uttered expletives. Her voice was quiet however, barely audible, defeated.

“Mmm-muh-muh...”

As ankles were grabbed and pressed back, above and either side of her head, such was Geng-Xin's current dazed state, that she'd barely stir as a pair of hot, warm shafts pressed against both her tight, exposed holes. They were barbed and monstrous in size and, as they were pushed forth, only to be deflected upwards to run up along her swollen nether lips and flat, taught stomach, new sensations of unwanted arousal would start to flush through her system. It was big, too big and there was more than one. Their rough, textured exteriors would rub up along her soft, sensitive pussy, and as she felt the light pressure and warmth of these things resting, rubbing back and forth over her stomach, all the way up to her chest, she couldn't help but give a gentle whimper.

“N-no...”

Her voice was still barely more than a whisper, but she'd recovered enough to be aware of what was happening, enough to plead.

“P-please...”

But, of course, the brute paid her no mind. Soon he'd be lining himself back up and, whilst she'd lack the strength or mobility to move very much, she'd nonetheless manage a pathetic squirm, all to no avail, obviously.

“AAAHHH! OH-NNNN!”

With a wet, sloppy sound, flesh would finally part and those two slimy Urq cocks would slowly slide into those tight, twitching holes. Up her ass, into her cunt, pressing all the way back to her womb, Geng-Xin would shudder all over as she felt every bulging vein and soft, bumpy spine, rubbing against the insides of her body. Her G-Spot felt the way the surface of boiling water looked. It blazed intensely as if being burnt and electrified at the same time. The sharp pain, bringing a bruised sensation to the abdomen, would be all but lost amidst the other sensations as a minuscule trickle of blood escaped.

Finger nails scratched the arm rests of the chair, and her toes curled into tight balls. Mouth flying open at first as she cried out, teeth would soon clench together, neither word nor breath escaping her now. Still, ever inward would those cocks slip, passed the comfortable, aching depths, all the way until she felt it press against her very womb. She'd feel a sensation of fullness like nothing she could have ever accomplished by her own devices, and this would be even more so the case as she felt the cocks erupt inside of her.

“Mmmm...”

It was a quiet noise, a little humming squeak. That cum flowed into her, gushing and rolling around her deepest insides. She could feel every drop and every surge as that fluid was pushed up the length of those cocks, swollen, hard flesh swelling slightly as the seed was forced through, spraying out the tops. The severity of what was happening would strike her otherwise crippled mind hard. Her body would move, struggling, writhing in the restraints as she fought to get away, but there was not enough strength left to escape. Instead, it was all she could do but remain there, impaled on those shafts as thick, Urq cum was pumped into her ass and womb, the later a perfectly fine and healthy baby maker.

There was horror, but this terrifying place was not somewhere she could escape. The gathered hordes had cheered and boasted all the way, a round of triumphant howls as she was taken, the small dribble of red proof of the purity most of them had already felt, feeling around inside of her. Now, as their leader came inside, the brutes would only roar again. Footsteps, sounds of movement. The gathered masses would be on her once more.

A triumphant cry, and the boss would finally begin to take her anew, rods somehow pressing even deeper in. Past the cervix, all the way into the back of her womb, her insides would receive a brutal pounding, the cum already inside sloshing around. A well timed pinch and twist of a nipple, and the Urqs would have her gasping wide, only for a new cock to be shoved down her throat. The remaining cock rubbing against the side of her nose, the hot, firm flesh would run up and down her face, over the place where, behind the blindfold, her eyes would remain stuck, ever turned upwards. She'd soon be overwhelmed and, even if that cover across her face was slipped away, she'd still fail in seeing her captors as her gaze remained lost up and back inside her skull.

Her body fell limp. Who knew how long their rampant ravaging of her body continued, or how many times they made her cum? At one point aphrodisiac was pumped into her, and her body, her flesh, was brought to a morbid state of arousal. Hips bucked and moved by their own. Inner muscles clamped down hard, clinging to these cocks, and even her tongue would start to move, rolling and rubbing itself over and around the invading rods, hungry to feel those rough, brush like bristles with any part of her body she could manage. She wanted more, she needed more, and the horde was all too happy to provide.

Urq after Urq, her ass, cunt and throat would be theirs to use as they wish. Even after being stuffed for so long, enough to make others lose and gaping, Geng-Xin's body would continue to provide tight, well fitting holes for their enjoyment. At one point she was sure she was feeling the same two cocks as she'd felt at the start, the time it'd taken for all the others to have their turn long enough for the first to recover enough for round two, and it seemed as if the cycle was going to be ongoing. Would they ever stop? It was possible that they wouldn't but, in the end, her super soldier endurance, her ability to last for hours on end, it would serve them nicely, allowing them to enjoy her for a long time before the whole ordeal had her too far gone, passed out and somewhat lacking in response.

So much cum was poured into her. With all of it forced inside, her abdomen would begin to bulge visibly. There'd be little to no pause between cocks as one set left and another two slammed into her, but in what brief opening was allowed, the thick, messy dribble would leak out of both her holes in obscene, bubbly clumps. Her mouth would soon be overflowing as well, in a similar fashion, milky white pooling in that gaping hole. She gurgled, she spluttered, inevitably, she'd swallow as well. On more than one occasion though, it'd been almost as if the cum was being poured directly into her stomach. Cum painted her every inch. At some point cocks had wormed their ways into her still restrained hands, and she'd instinctively grasped them tight as those shafts rubbed back and forth. Her hair, her breasts, her legs, every piece of her inside and out would be marked by these creatures.

She'd been fun, a wonderful way for them to finally release all their pent up needs. Of course, even after a long, glorious session like that, these pirates would be far from done with her. They'd had to endure so very long without a woman, and now that they had one in their grasp, they wouldn't be keen to let her go any time soon.

When she awoke, she'd find herself bound to some sort of chair, on the floor, apparently on her side. The regenerative cycle that was almost unique to her physiology had kicked in, and she found herself completely ignorant as to how she'd gotten here, or what had happened. She couldn't see. Something was covering her eyes. There'd be a gentle pressure all around her. She was in some sort of tight fitting suit, though, she noted, not one that seemed to cover anything important. There'd also be a taste and a sensation...

“Urghh...”

She groaned, swallowing then dribbling slightly what seemed to be her own saliva but with something else mixed in. Had she eaten something? She felt so very full and not, as she'd quickly note, not just in the way one was after eating. Her hips moved slightly, squirming, and she'd feel a hot trickled come out of her ass and cunt. It wouldn't take her long to realise what had happened, at least, in general.

Damn, had there been some sort of trap aboard the ship? Had there been invaders? The last thing she recalled was cautiously entering that airlock. She struggled in her restraints. There'd be a creaking, a groan of strained metal. Geng-Xin was insanely strong afterall, when she was at full strength. However, even with her abilities, rest restoring her body, recharging stamina, getting muscles back up to full strength, there'd be something still holding her back. She pulled again at her bindings, not quite getting there yet. This feeling, was there some sort of drug in her system? She couldn't quite conjure her full strength.

Another blob of cum leaked from her cunt, and her cheeks turned red, causing her to blush. She'd only just woken up, but her body was starting to feel hot. What was this sensation? Less of a struggle to escape, and more of an aroused squirming, Geng-Xin wriggled as her nipples hardened and she tried in vain to rub her body against the soft cushioning she felt somewhere below. No, something was wrong. Her lower regions were becoming irritated, almost as if in pain. She needed to touch them, relieve herself of the sensation. What was this? She couldn't recall ever having felt anything like this before.

Hearing a strange chuckle and the sound of movement, Xin would force her body to come to an abrupt stop, freezing in place. With her eyes still covered, she was having to rely entirely on her other senses and, whilst the induced focus on her burning loins would be maddening, the warrior would succeed in halting her heated squirming. There was someone here, in the room with her. Hands clenched tight into fists. She had an itch she needed to scratch but for now she needed to endure as remaining still took priority. Taking deep breaths in and out through her nostrils, Xin made one final attempt to gulp whatever it was filling her mouth down, trying to steady herself as she felt every inch of her shake.

"...mmgghh..."

After just a few seconds a quiet, pained croak would escape. Even her breathes shook now. It was like being forced to stand on tip toes for hours on end. Though she was tied up and on her side, her body burned with a mixture of exertion and wanton heat, holding out against it took every ounce of endurance she possessed and, in the end, even if she'd wanted to 'let go', there'd be little to nothing she could do. What she wanted, what she needed, was to touch herself, or to have someone else touch her, but tried as she might, the bindings around her wrists would not break. A helpless little squirm to try to rub herself against the padding beneath her was all she'd been able to do, and even holding out against that minuscule source of relief was almost more than she could achieve. The whole ordeal was torturous, and she longed to be unconscious again.

"ACHK!"

Rolling her and the entire chair she was unknowingly bound to back over onto its back, someone or something would stamp down on Xin's stomach. Ankles still tied up above her head and wrists still strapped down tight to the armrests, our once mighty and proud amazon could do nothing to fight back as some form of spew was forced up, out of her stomach. Whilst she could turn her head to expel and throw up the vile, muddy mix of cum, tasting like salted pork mixed with dirt, as it forced its way up her throat and into her mouth, there was nothing she could do as it erupted from elsewhere. Warm, sticky and wet, Xin would feel it through the burning heat, overflowing across her flawless white skin as it bubbled up out of the holes of her loins.

A thick, bountiful mix from countless assailants, a cocktail of Urq seed, the inability to remember its insertion would be truly remarkable. She had no recollection of having been stuffed so very full but, in all honesty, her current thoughts and focus would be more immediate. Even once the foot was removed the rising, low flowing fountain of monstrous creme pouring from her cunt continued to provide. There'd be some, short lived, temporary relief for Xin, muscles of her inner walls flexing, seemingly on their own, expelling the Urq juice. However, once it was over, that hunger would return and now, as she squirmed, she'd feel the very thing she was apparently after beneath her, thick, sticky, hot wetness seeping between her back and the back of the chair.

"Mmmhmhm..."

She started to squirm again, this time letting out a pale whimper. In some small part of her mind, she was aware of what was happening, where she was, what her current state meant. However, right here and now, she was too overwhelmed to do anything about it.