It took only a split second for Calista's mind to process what she was hearing before the body and everything else about this nightmare of a rock was pushed out of her mind and she simply focused on getting back up to the hangar and safety. She was running down the corridor as the air became increasingly stuffy and harder to catched her breath, which in turn made her feel dizzy and slightly disorientated while tiny spots began to dance in front of her vision. New panic was creeping up her spine as the thought of dying here either gasping for her last desperate breaths or turned into her constituent atoms when the self destruct finally went off. The empty shaft was another story entirely as she ascended the small maintenance ladder up, her lungs burning as the air became steadily thicker and harder to supply her with oxygen.

"You now have five minutes to reach minimum safe distance."

By the time she had reached the remains of the shredded lift, she climbed through the ripped open bottom as the sharp edges of metal caught and tore her uniform. The tears stretched across her pale breasts, stomach and thighs as she climbed into the corridor above and began running towards escape. Calista's round bottom wiggled as she ran, her light hair flying and her arms pumping as she fought for every breath while promising not to die here. She finally reached the hanger and the waiting freighter as she dashed up the ramp, with gasping breaths as she closed the hatch way behind her then stumbled towards the bridge while welcoming the reasonably fresh air of the ship. It only took a moment for the prepped engines to lift the ship off the deck as the computerized voice of the facility came over the ships comm system.

"You now have two minutes to reach minimum safe distance...please evacuate this facility immediately."

The freighter crawled out of the hanger and into waiting space beyond while the blond ADD Agent sat behind the controls, piloting the unyieldy vessel around asteroids and other hazards. Soon after the ship was shaken by the shockwaves of the exploding facility, rocking the ship violently for a few minutes as tiny pings could be heard from the debris striking the surface of the heat shields. Calista sat back with a sigh and ran her gloved hand over her face as she let her body recover from the high adrenaline state that she had been in. It was a moment later that she noticed that she as practically falling out of her uniform top from the tear in it and was filthy to boot...she knew these old freighters were short on amenities, but the captains cabin was outfitted with a real shower not the sonic versions reserved for the crew. She stood up and made her way down the corridors to the captains room, not noticing the trails of slime that clung to the corners of walls and pooled on the grated floor.

Once she was inside the room, she tiredly began to strip off her clothes and pulled her hair free as it fell just past her shoulders. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water, letting it wash over her as she slicked her hair back with her eyes closed as she faintly sensed the tingle of an alien mind a moment before it attacked in her vulnerable, nude state.

To miss the little signs of alien presence was an excusable mishap after the things that she had been through, but especially since the lounge adjacent to the captains quarters was practically a mess on its own. The captain doesn’t seem to be one of the more orderly guys. Or hasn’t been, since he was now most presumably dead.

Nevertheless they were there, the traces of the alien presence, which had been hidden in the smugglers compartment, which the former captain of this ship used to earn something on the side, and of which the creature knew since devouring his brain as one of its first victims. There was always a way to sell weapons grade Thyrium, and taking a day or two longer for the trip from Wolf 356 was nothing uncommon in the business of interstellar navigation. Yet… landing on unknown planets for the means of exchanging “goods” always constituted a risk, and one day, unbeknown to him… the captain took the wrong passenger.

As it crouched out of the little compartment, little relative to the creatures hulking size, and into the adjacent cargo container, the creature let the last few minutes pass, while it moved to its new hideout. The plan had been on the edge of failure several times. A psi talent… A psi talent always constituted a risk on her own, yet fortunately for Thorak her first attack had been an action of panic, and afterwards Thorak, being a creature half of the Warp and half of the material world, would know how to shield himself from her power, just as much as he was able to hide most of his presence from her, since she ignited the thrusters of the Titan transporter to “kill him”. But this was something that he didn’t plan for, and that bugged him, just as much as the self destruction, which most probably was the last little present of that damned clever engineer, which he hadn’t been able to catch alive. The creature had no adrenaline, at least not in the sense of human metabolism, yet nevertheless it had a capacity for fear, and the last few minutes had been quite… exasperating.

Fortunately she was not only as good as he thought… she was better. And this made what would follow even more enticing. The creature could barely hold onto itself, thinking about what it would do to her, as she passed beneath the new hiding place which it had found, through the lounge and into the captain’s cabin.

But the alien remained still, kept up the warp induced camouflage, which then again kept her from noticing it. After the door to the captain’s cabin closed behind her, it released itself from its hideout, and down into the lounge.

Remembering the half torn uniform and the sight of her nude skin made keeping up the camouflage difficult, especially since the alien genital was hard pressing to be released. One could only concentrate on so many things. And so, while the creature approached the cabin, the bony armor plates that covered the sheath of the alien cock moved aside almost subconsciously to the alien, and the disgusting genital emerged out of the depths of the creature pelvis.

It was hard, standing upright before the alien’s pelvis, like a spear with a knobby blunt tip in the color of rotten flesh, twitching tentacles at its base, where it was anchored in the aliens pelvis, and twitching little limbs that grew from beneath its glans. And the sound of running water coming from the captain’s cabin made it even harder, as the vision of her marvelous body and the drops of hot water running down her frame took hold in the aliens mind.

Yet, after entering the captain’s quarter, there was one thing to do first, even if it took almost all of the alien’s willpower, a literally inhuman act, to turn away from the entrance to the little bath, and towards the computer console at the wall. With the swift movements of someone who really had something better to do, the creature entered a code into the console.

The captain, being a good secret smuggler, of course had a way to bypass the ADD security, delete, or better hide all the little “jumpsites” which ADD mustn’t know about, and, in case of emergency, even overwrite an ADD security passcode to take command of the ship. And since devouring the captain’s brain all this knowledge became part of the alien creature that was Thorak.

The alien plotted a new course, entered the sequence to start the jump in five minutes, long before the transporter was in reach for a coupling maneuver with Calistas Ship, and revoked all her permissions to control the ship. All this, while in the background the sounds of rippling water was trying to distract him. Then it hit “enter”, leaving a slimy trace on the console, and only then it allowed itself to turn for the bath. Finally.

With a lowly noise the creature opened the door to the bath. Steam was blocking the sight already, filling the room, but the steam seemed oddly fitting to the alien. Because in itself, it felt a demand cooking, for too long already, as if the steam was the physical component of the processes that built up in the alien. But of course it wasn’t. The erect alien cock with its disgusting features was.

The creature could see Calistas frame as a shadow through the milky plastic aperture, even if, given the light, she wouldn’t be able to see it in all the fog, even if she had her eyes open. Like this it stood there for a moment or two, because… well actually because it thought that it earned it, and because the sight was so enticing.

It was only then that it lowered the psi camouflage, making its presence “known” to her in the instance when it tore the milky aperture from its angles with one tentacle, clasping another one around her waist, and pulling her out of the shower with a movement that pressed the air from her lungs. The creature was too big to really “enter” the bath, and so it just pulled her through the door and into the captain’s cabin.

*She is still dangerous*

the alien reminded itself, and concentrated on diminishing its own contact with the warp, hushing the voices of the dark hive, that was still on its way to this galaxy, and whose presence was almost ever present in the alien mind.
It was unusual to do this but necessary, because without a proper contact to the warp, there was no way for the PSI energy to enter the aliens mind, and therefore no possibility for Calista to hurt it. And she would try, the alien was sure. But it meant that there were no other witnesses to what it would do to her. And while this would bother it with other girls, with her this seemed strangely appropriate. With her the creature wanted to be alone.

It was this moment of concentration that Calista had, while being held in the air by the tentacle around her nude waist, to come to her senses and get a grasp of what was happening. A moment though that was soon over as a word formed in her mind, which seemed strange to think in this moment, and which felt as if it slid up her spine and into her mind like a cold block of ice.

“Finally”

One moment Calista had found herself safe and warm in the shower and the next she was face to face with the besat that she thought she had killed, one of its supple yet incredible strong tentacles wrapped about her waist. When she heard the things voice in her head she shuddered involuntarily and though she knew it would do little good, she pulled at the tentacle trying to free her while her mind began working on other ways to buy her time or get free. She was also more than a little uncomfortably aware of the massive organ that hung between the creatures legs, pointing threatening at her while the tendrils near the base of the organ swayed and twitched. She could sense the myriad of intentions, chief amongst them the desire to mount and tame her.

Finally huh...so I guess that means you're the creature responsible for the state of the mining station? She asked while putting as much confidence into her voice as she could muster, shielding her thoughts as best she could from the alien. The alien drew her closer as its fetid breath washed over her, making her swallow as she forced her heart not ot race in fear as that emotion clawed at the edges of her sanity. As close as she was now, the things penis was well within reach of her legs and without giving it a chance to answer her, she lashed out suddenly and struck the hard but sensitive organ. For moment nothing happened but then the tentacle clutching her waist loosened its grip allowing her to slide free while it gave a pained groan, something that it obviously hadn't expected her to do. Not wanting to waste any little advantage she might have from that, scrambling out between its legs on her hands and knees into the corridor beyond and looked left and right while making her decision on which way to go.

She went left running down the corridor into the lounge area as she heard a roar come from behind her while the sound of thumping, heavy footsteps as the monster gave chase. She dared a glance over her shoulder to see where it was, close behind her with its eyes glowing with an intensity that frightened her. She then felt a meaty smack as one of its tentacles sent her flying to land on the table on her stomach, knocking the wind from her. A moment later she felt the heavy weight of the creature on top of her, pressing her body down against the table with its raging hard, throbbing member pressed between the firm cleft of her rear. If she squirmed, she rubbed against it, stoping and cringing as the beast roared in anger atop her while slime oozed from its mouth and dripped down onto her head, shoulders and back.

She gave shuddering breath as she knew what this creature had in mind, it was something ingrained into every new ADD agents mind during their first week, everyone of them at some point in their career would be raped by the aliens they were trying to stop, the unfortunate one would be taken as sex slaves or would be sold on the Vanejin auction blocks...she hoped that sex was the only thing this creature had in mind. Guess those miners brains didn't teach you everything you needed to know did they?

The voice was strange and alien on its own. It were her words, her thoughts speaking to her, but it sounded as if someone took the words and patched them together all wrong, such that the whole sentence sounded merely like a patchwork of fragments.

“They did, I just succumbed to pride, that my plan worked so well…”

The creature was torn between a state of anger about the pain and, more prominently, about its own inability to assess the situation correctly, and a state of arousal. She fought, with everything that was at her hands, and this attitude made her even more appealing to the alien.
The pain vanished quickly, within several seconds, as the protective nerve clusters, hidden in the aliens vegetative nerve system, did their job. But nevertheless the pain had been real, and she had used this chance to escape its clutches, and it was its own fault, because it did expose its most vulnerable part, before it could restrain her fully. There was only one possible answer to this frustration…

“...but i will make you pay for this…”

Calista would feel the heavy weight of the creature at her buttocks and thighs pressing her against the dirty and messy metal table, whose polished metal plate, where it was not covered with rubbish, gave her a good, yet a little blurry, look on the alien frame above her. She could have done without that. Then the perspective changed. Suddenly she saw an old green chewing gum sticking to the tables surface right next to her head, as it was forcefully pressed against the cold metal plate by a claw, which would have been big enough to clasp about her head as a whole. Like this she was forced to face it, the chewing gum, the little box with the moldy remains of a half eaten… something behind it, and the opened porn magazine whose protagonesse was not visible from Calistas point of view, unlike the white stains on the magazines edge, which would tell her that the former captain must have considered her hot enough to wank for her. A dirty back alley couldn’t have been worse.

“I usually don’t care if my victims know about their fate, but you earned yourself a little terror, you insolent bitch…”

Yet there were other sensations too. The creatures touch. It was hot, not burning hot, but, if it hadn’t been this slick and slimy, it would remind at the touch of a man in the state of feverish delirium. And she would feel it all about her, be it on her head, on her waist, which quickly became restrained against the table by the second claw, or at her rear, where the alien cock lay embedded in the cleft between her buttocks. The creature was not done securing her of course, because the four tentacles on the aliens back had a purpose, as had their number. One tentacle after the other clasped about Calistas wrists and ankles, and only secured like this, holding her with claws at head and waist and tentacles at wrist and ankles, the alien allowed itself to withdraw its large form a little and bend its multisegmented hip...

Soon Calista would feel another unwelcome sensation of heat, as the slick, fleshy glans of the aliens penis pushed against the entrance of her womanhood. It was still dry of course, such that the alien cock slipped, lubricated by its own slickness, along her slit, before the creature withdrew it a little, just to do it again… and again.

“You have a keen perception girl, it took their engineer almost two days to find out why I was devouring their brains, and your intellect almost dares me to take yours too. But there is another story to be told here. Knowledge is not everything I am after…”

Some strange feeling would come from Calistas sex soon, as the little tentacles, which grew from the base of the creatures massive cock, began to massage her lower lips in addition to the sensation that the sliding alien cock would give her. With frantic, twitching movements they pushed between her folds and fondled her inner lips and clitoris to reap the unwanted reaction, while the glans of the cock slid along her slit again and again, such that it felt almost as if that thing between her legs had a life on its own.

“… I also killed them because of their genes. And lying down there, and being the clever girl that you are… you may guess to which purpose I harvest those…”

Calista pulled against the tentacles wrapped around her wrist and ankles as they slowly began to stretch her limbs out taut, but it was like fighting with jelly covered steel wires...useless and futile, but even if she had managed to get free she was still being pinned to the table by the inhumanly strong hands around her head and waist. She closed her eyes as she tried to focus on anything else than the tendrils that were wrapping around and tugging on the quickly stiffening pearl of her clit while the others teased and tormented the sensitive folds of her womanhood. The slime, or at least she thought it was, that coated the beasts assortment of tentacles and tendrils was also affecting her skin, making it hypersensitive. The sensation was becoming worse and in spite of her predicament, the captive Agent was already aroused nearly to orgasm.

Everytime she felt the swollen glans of the alien creatures member sliding across her slit, fear mixed with arousal as the trapped woman fought against the feeling and her bonds “No! Nooooo!” she cried, becoming aware of the futility of her struggle. She knew it was only a matter of time before the creature plunged his shaft deep inside of her and she could hear the creature whispering taunts to her in the disjointed patchwork way it spoke to her and she under no impression that this would be quick or gently...she knew it meant to keep her and make her pay for hurting it.

There was no possibility for the creature to discern if Calistas cries were witnesses of her understanding the full implications of what he was “saying”, or not. The creatures of the hive did never learn to read the minds of other creatures, even though they tried to breed for it of course. They had the potential to do it, but they lacked the necessary empathy and understanding for other beings, and there was no hope for them to ever learn it. The only thing they could do was project, invade and abuse. They didn’t care. They enjoyed the fear and despair of their victims.

And so Calistas cries sent a surge of lust and malicious satisfaction through the alien, feelings that had their own, genetically imprinted, instinctive result. There was basically no possibility for the alien cock to get any harder now, it was as erect as it could be, yet this new surge made the little twitching limbs which were growing around the glans of the penis, clamp about the fleshy bloated tip. This had to happen anyhow, if the creature was about to enter her, but usually it had to make them do so consciously. But with her its own body seemingly insisted: “Fuck her, take the bitch. She earned it. Do you hear her cries?”.
Given the aliens own mental state, aggressive, angry and fueled with wanton desire, there was only one possible answer to her words:

“Yes…….Yeessss…….Yeessss!!”

And every “Yes” was accompanied by a thrust of the creature’s hips, one that was meant to make it penetrate her. The first barely succeded though, as the cock merely parted the lips of her womanhood with the tip of its massive glans. The second went deeper already, opened her blooming vaginal folds and pushed the cockhead and the little limbs that were clasping about it past them, making her feel the alien sensation of having them inside her against the velvet walls of her sex. The third finally pushed it deeper, made the monstrous glans and parts of the disgusting alien shaft vanish in the slit, which was wet with alien slime and the honey of her own unwanted, undesired but inevitable reaction. Their was a slight pause as the claw which pressed her down at the small of her back changed its grip, encompassed her waist to gain the alien creature more leverage on her hip. Now, the alien claws, though not penetrating, dug uncomfortably into the skin of Calistas belly, leaving only the sensation of the large thumb, whose nail dug into her back.
And then the creature pushed again, this time even pulling at her hip, to enter…. invade… impale her further. And again… and again. Soon it had found a rhythm and every thrust sunk more of the alien member into Calistas body.

“Yeeesss!!…. That’s why I do it… That’s why I kill all the men. To mate with you. To become compatible… I take their genes and use them as a pattern. I just fill it differently. To breed… with… You!” (*)

With the last word that resounded in her mind in that strange voice, which abused her own ability to think, Calista would feel the hot alien shaft pressing prominently against the mound of her cervix in her. It was in. Fully... And she would feel its long thick form in her, its bumps, ridges, the penile limbs that were twitching in her in a squick inducing rhythm now, and the little tentacles that grew from the base of this monstrous shaft, and that almost continuously tucked at her clitoris.

And then it started to fuck her. Hard.




(*) OOC : The creature is teasing her, there will be no violation of the board rules

Calista shivered as the chill air brushed across her naked skin and stifled a scream as she heard the creature say yes over and over again in her mind, feeling as the engorged glans taunted her while her juices coated the head, making it nice and wet for the next thrust.

She felt the next thrust part her womanhood, feeling the entwined glans push into her before the intruding organ as given one final thrust. She grunted as her sex was finally violated with a slightly wet squelch as captive agent was made to accept the intruder that was beginning to sink into her velvety depths.

Calista gasped and groaned as she felt just how thick and large this alien beast's penis really was and how her womanhood was being forced to accommodate it inside of her. The clawed hand on her back shifted its grip to encompass her waist as the pointed talons pressed uncomfortably into her soft flesh. Finally, what little caution that it had held onto cast aside, the alien monster began to pummel the agents tight nether lips as it thrust and pulled her back into it, all the while she fought back the urge to cry out and lay there with her eyes shut tightly while it ravaged her.

"No...oh goddess n-nooo!" She cried out as the beast atop her ripped words from her mind and then patchworked them back together to taunt her with her inevitable fate. Her mind felt more fragment and disjointed as assaulted her mind, she fought back mentally as best she could but her abilities seemed feeble and weak compared to the alien. She could feel the tiny ribs and buds along the sides of the shaft and how these brushed the velvety inner walls of her sex. Her walls involuntarily clamped down on the thick alien intruder, massaging it, causing the monster to hiss and let out a grunt in pleasure as the tentacles continued to torment the sensitive bundle nerves that made up the secret pearl of her clit.

Calista felt as the alien monstrosity pulled out completely until only the head and an inch were lodged inside her and then slammed in, sending his pillar completely up inside like a battering ram. She wailed and grunted in pain and an unwelcome pleasure as the alien predator gripped her hips in one huge clawed hand, rutting into her bent over form with full force. "Oh no no, p-please s-stop!" she cried out in a voice thick with emotion as he slammed his thick alien cock into and out of her, in and out, over and over.

Every rutting movement of the act became a testimony to the aliens ability to do to her as it pleased, a witness to the creature inhuman strength and an example how much the alien… the… monster was a creature of sexual needs and gruesome violence, of rape and war.

Just as if to bring this point across, the alien slammed the sharp, scythelike horny blades of its mantis like second pair of arms into the polished metal of the table. Calista would only see one of course, the one that pierced through the magazine that she was forced to behold, due to the uncomfortable position of her head. Yet the double thudding sound made clear, that several inches right to her head the other one thrusted its form into the metal similarly: As if the metal was raw meat, and the scythe the creatures knife. As if the creature wanted to state: “This is my strength. If you resist I can break you like a twig”

“Your cries are pathetic, this ship is your prison now and I am the only company available. There is no mercy left for you, when I devoured their brains I killed… deleted the ability to feel such. The only thing that I feel for you is lust...”

There were other sounds of course. There was the incoherent grunts from the aliens throat, the aliens prominently going breath, and there were the smacking, slick sounds coming from her own sex, every time that the… thing… invaded, impaled her on his shaft. Which sounds like a metaphor, yet it wasn’t. Every time it entered her, it made her pelvis and her belly bulge with the hard, warm, knobby rod. Deep within her the little limbs of the thing had already gained a life of their own, snaking and wriggling in twitching movements, adding alien sensations to the act, as if they were living maggots, that held onto the rutting alien genital, in search of places where their presence would even intensify Calistas reaction. Their search was not futile though, as soon the knobby tips of the little alien limbs settled for relatively definite places, where their twitching form added to the overall sensation, every time the shaft drove them to these places again.

“… and I am taking care about that just now. You are mine, I will rape you till you cum, and then I will shoot my seed. And then I will rape you again… and again… and again”

If just the stabs of the alien genital had a definite rhythm... It was as if the creature wanted to make every thrust of its alien cock count, to make every push new and unexpected to Calista to reap the maximal degradation and the maximal carnal reaction. Sometimes the creature pounded her as if there was no tomorrow, making her tits sway back and forth and burying the throbbing, fleshy and bloated cock tip into the mound of her cervix, forcefully locking it to the entrance of her womb. Sometimes it reamed her almost slowly, giving the penile limbs time to massage the different sensitive areas like the fleshy almost spongy spot under her pubic bone, and the sphincter around cervical opening. And between those different modes it changed, sometimes incoherently and abrupt, sometimes letting them flow into each other. All the time though, there was the sensation of the two penile tentacles, of which one milked her clitoris while the other probed the sensitive area around her urinal opening.

The trapped blond haired agent listened to the aliens cruelly mocking taunts as he reinforced her utter helplessness to stop what he was doing to her. Her heart was racing as fear made goosebumps form all over her body as the deep, brutal penetrating thrust caused her to scream out, no longer begging for mercy that will never come. Tears of humiliation and degradation stream down her cheeks as her whole body is rocked violently by the varied rythmn that creature was using to thrust his enormous phallus into her. The viscous slime oozed down off of the alien monsters tendriled maw, splattering on across her head, shoulders and back as it washed over her breasts while they were mashed against the table. Her breathing was now a combination of moaning sobs drawn from the intense pleasure assaulting her body and the feelings of humilation and degradation that her captor was visiting upon her. She could feel the feverish warmth of the large alien behind her as his body slammed into her.

He mind began to race as she tried to deny the building orgasm while desperately trying to focus her powers in an attempt to psionically assault him. She could feel the tendril that tugged and tweaked the over sensitive nub of her clit, causing her knees to go weak as she felt the molten fire of her orgasm builting in her core like a volcano ready to explode. The tendrils teasing probing the sensitive areas inside of her abused sex drew more unwanted moans and pleasure from her as a tiny voice whispered insidiously within her mind that there was no need to fight...just give in, the agent weakly struggled shook anew as she tried to break free alternating between screams and moans. The tendril probing around her urethral opening suddenly slipped inside, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain as the numb tingling of the beginnings of her release starts to slowly spread through her body, shame for wanting to orgasm warring with the overwhelming desire too. As the tendril went deeper into her tract, everything in her mind screams pain, but her body has already begun to warm to this strange, new sensation.

For Calista it seemed to happen all at once as the slow tingling numbness spreading through her body as her ravanged pussy began leak more and more of her slick juices down her legs as her captor and rapist began a new round of punishing thrusts into her. She could feel his huge cock in her womb as it pushed past her cervix into it like a battering ram breaking past a city gate. The pain was beginning to become too much as she felt a familiar quivering in her womanhood as her inner walls clenched tightly around the alien member impaling her deeply now. Suddenly the molten core of building passion erupted into a soul searing orgasm that wretched a sobbing scream of release from her as her body began to shake while the pleasure flooded through her body like a river of fire, feeling a moment later as the monster began to pump copious amount of it near searing hot, sticky cum inside of her.

Even while it is cumming, the alien does not thrusting into Calista, she can feel the thick warm liquid inside of her as there isn't enough room in her too human womb and pussy for his gigantic cock and all of the cum. His pumping motions down seem to get any slower like they would with a human male as the copious amount of alien seed begin running out of her ravaged womanhood and down her legs to puddle on the floor. Her legs begin to shake and the room suddenly starts becoming very, very small as darkness washes over her.