When Geng-Xin awoke, she found herself somewhere new, with no idea as to how she'd gotten there. This was nothing new, and it hardly startled her. The last thing she'd remembered she'd been on a small outpost, space station, mingling with the homeless refugee population. She had to assume that was yesterday, given how her chronic amnesia worked. They'd just eaten, they needed to fetch some more water. She'd been walking alongside a small, excitable child who'd taken a liking to her, a boy who seemed a little too interested in sexuality for his age. The rest was just gone, like an iron shutter closing down on every memory between now and then.

It appeared that she'd tied some straps to the bulkheads, of whatever sort of ship she'd found herself on, and had fallen asleep gripping them tightly. As she released that grip, it became apparent as to why, her large, toned, but voluptuous body becoming adrift. So there was air, and some emergency lighting, but no gravity. Alright, well that was nothing she didn't know how to work with. Her particular skill set not only included maneuvering through zero-G, but combat in such an environment too. Expecting it to be somewhere nearby, Geng-Xin would search for her bag, happily finding it in small order. Inside would be her electronic journal and, fishing it out, she'd check for new entries. She'd find what she was looking for, but it wouldn't be good news.

~ Ran afoul of local militia, fighting broke out, with the 'soldiers' ~

She noted her use of quotation marks.

~ beginning to gun down refugees. Stole a ship to try and get as many out of harm's way as possible. Station's weapons locked onto us whilst we attempted to escape. What few refugees you managed to aboard were lost in the resulting attack, including the boy... probably best you won't remember. You were injured, but managed to escape to the undamaged section of the ship and seal off the affected areas exposed to space. Approximately 40% of the vessel has been lost, mostly the rear sections, including engines and main power. If you're reading this in the forward sections of a TL12 type cargo ship, ~

She was.

~ then you have probably managed to successfully masked your lifesigns and have gone undiscovered. We should be out of range of the stations weapons by now, and the ship is likely adrift. If anyone comes it will most likely be scavengers, however you should be your guard. End Log ~

So that was that. Whatever injury she'd had, it had apparently been severe enough for her to warrant going to sleep so as to enter a regenerative cycle, making her good as new the next day, but not severe enough that she didn't have time to put in a log entry for herself. An inspection of her jumpsuit revealed a significant hole in the right side of her abdomen, revealing a large patch of her smooth, milky white, pale skin, though the lack of blood floating around suggested it'd been a cauterized wound. Regardless, Geng-Xin, now all caught up, she'd put her electronic journal back in her bag and, kicking off the bulkheads, would start to make her way to the front of the ship.

Eventually making her way to the front of the ship, the bridge would have a fairly simple layout, nothing difficult to work out. The first thing that would strike her though was the darkness. Emergency lights were on, but as she looked out of the vast, clear windows at the front of the ship, she would see no stars. Obviously something was amiss there.

Having to tinker a bit with the power systems and wiring, she would get a console back online and start getting to work. The vessel's main controls having been re-routed to the now non-existent engineering sections of the ship, she would recognise her own handiwork. Clearly in a hurry to get away from the station, it'd been quicker to take control back there then make the long journey to the front of the craft. Main power was down, but there were auxiliary reserves still active. She couldn't see why the artificial gravity wasn't operating, having to assume that such function was tied to the main power core, sadly no longer with us, but the rest of the life support systems still seemed to be running. Given the lack of gravity, before she even attempted to check up on the forward engine status, she would have to do a thorough check of all Inertial Nullifiers, else find herself a pancake on the wall the moment any of the thrusters were engaged. Everything seemed fine on that front, but as she worked away she couldn't help find herself a little unnerved by the constant black outside.

Wanting to see what was going on, she would access the ship's main sensors. Nothing. That is to say, 'nothing' is all they could read outside of the craft. Quickly finding herself concerned, but remaining ever cool with her soldier's constitution and self-discipline, Geng-Xin would find herself contemplating the theoretical existence of 'Void Space', a rather fatal (eventually) prospect if that was what she'd found herself in. Considering more likely options though, or at least alternate ones, she would be thorough and begin to access what remained of the ship's internal sensors and indeed, in the sealed off sections of the ship, where Membrane was plastered to every outside piece of wall that wasn't inside the ship, Geng-Xin would get a more concise reading from the vessel's far more sophisticated internal sensors.

Whatever it was, it was giving off a very faint energy reading. However, she couldn't tell if it was merely surrounding the ship, or if this was something larger that the ship had found itself in. Either way, she would quickly stall her initial thought which was to go for the vessels admittedly quite limited weapons. Not knowing what she was dealing with, recklessness was a poor idea, a faint, indiscernible energy signature could mean a lot of things, and for all she knew, it meant that this substance was combustible. Instead, her best move was to try and get a sample and, heading now to the nearest airlock, she'd first drop by the medical bay to find a set of equipment with which to best contain anything she managed to retrieve.

The vessel being a simple, old, reliable craft, it didn't have big glass panels or shiny view ports on its air locks, just a simple, thick, sliding door system, some basic manual controls that practically never broke down, and a bit of worn yellow and black hazard striping. While Geng-Xin liked advanced equipment, she couldn't help but feel a little fondness for this vessel. It was solid, down to earth, made for a purpose. There wasn't much chance of systems breaking down, or even malfunctioning with age, and a part of her almost felt a sadness. Though she probably wasn't old enough to be certain, she'd find herself giving a slight sigh as she thought to herself 'they don't make them like this anymore', and as she made her way to the airlock she even found herself stroking and patting a beam support, speaking softly aloud.

"Rest easy, old girl."

Reaching the airlock, she would do a bit of manual overriding to get the exact results she wanted. First pressurising the compartment inside, she would open the outer hatch. Checking the internal sensors again, she would look to see if she'd managed firstly to eject this... whatever it was... off the ship. Then, returning to the airlock, she would operate the controls and de-pressurise the compartment, hopefully sucking any of the air she'd pumped out their back in, along with perhaps some of this substance, closing the outer door again once all the air was gone. It would only be then that she finally re-pressurised the compartment and, donning a breathing mask, a pair of large rubber gloves, and wielding a long grabbing stick and glass containment unit, slowly opened the door to the air lock.

The airlock opening, Geng-Xin would find herself becoming suspicious, just managing to witness a slight and strange shimmering, before whatever it was apparently stopped. Everything looked normal, and with the compartment now completely empty, or so it seemed, she could almost disregard what she saw as some sort of mirage or distortion, perhaps some strange gasses having gotten into the air used to pressurise the airlock, perhaps some differential in the pressures involved causing a shimmering effect like the one she saw. However, given the circumstances, she wouldn't be so quick to dismiss whatever it was she'd managed to see.

Cautious in the face of the unknown, Geng-Xin would nonetheless set her sample rod and specimen case aside and push herself lightly into the compartment. Her still gloved hand touching the outer door, it seemed normal to the touch at first. However, when she felt it shiver, she found herself almost surprised, though not overtly shocked since the point of her feeling the panels was to satiate her curiosity in the face of something apparently amiss. One thing was for certain, she hadn't imagined that strange fluctuation in the walls and, feeling a decisive need for caution, especially given how she was so close, just one door away, from the vacuum of space, Geng-Xin would quickly push herself into a retreat, shoes and her gloves touching the strange fluctuating material briefly as she set her body into motion, drifting back. Wanting to get the inner door to the airlock closed as soon as possible, Geng-Xin would nonetheless be forced to move relatively slowly, with the zero gravity, a strong powerful push off would undoubtedly have her slamming against the walls. She instinctively knew how to act in the face of such an environment, just as any other person would know how to act in one with gravity, and so, she responded accordingly.

Drifting backwards through the air, Geng-Xin would be surprised when she heard the sound of the airlock closing behind her. No! Soon finding herself on that panel, she'd twist so she could absorb the impact and have herself pressed lightly on the door, her luscious and bountiful breasts touching and squashing ever so slightly against the surface through her suit, her hair also splaying itself briefly onto the door, her face coming so tantalizingly close. Immediately, she'd find herself assessing the dire nature of her situation. She was certain that there had been plenty of people in the past who'd found themselves like this, and she was equally certain that few of them had ever made it out alive. Still, she had to try. Removing her protective gloves, Geng-Xin would move across to the right hand side of the door, where it would have slid into an airtight seal and, with her considerable strength she would attempt to find some crevice or handhold she could put her fingers in and pry the way open. Frankly, if anyone else were trying, it might have been a futile gesture, but with the goliath power this tall, pale beauty possessed it may well be possible for Geng-Xin to bust her way out, even on an old sturdy TL12 model like this.

What?! The pale amazon would be startled as something seized itself upon her. Instinctively trying to do something to get this... whatever it was... off her, Geng-Xin would suddenly release her grip on the airlock door, which would slam shut again, undoing all her prior progress and would start to try and grasp this substance as it spread over her skin. Set adrift again, quickly finding herself out of reach of the door, the doomed woman would find this 'substance' no more tangible or physical in nature as a shadow. This thing quickly spreading over her entire body, all sound and sight would suddenly vanish. Afraid that she was to be suffocated, Geng-Xin was surprised to find she could breath and, for that matter, move freely. Nonetheless, now out of reach of any surface, the warrior could do little but tense up and wait whatever was going to happen next, whether it be a sudden blow out into the black of space, or something else.

Apparently having drifted out of reach of any surfaces, there was little that Geng-Xin could do but wait. Whilst she would try to flex her body and reach out in all directions, it appeared that her body was now moving through empty space with a dreadful slowness that would have her take seemingly forever to reach the next piece of solid matter, which should be the outer airlock door, assuming she hadn't already been ejected into space by then. Realising the hopelessness of her situation, Geng-Xin would calm herself and begin to accept her fate. However, when there came no sudden blast of shifting pressure, blowing her out into space, Geng-Xin would instead have to begin considering her situation and, with all she could do is be patient, she would start to turn over in her head what it was exactly that could be happening to her, and what she would do once she reached the airlock door, an event she would start to wait for with an ever growing anticipation.

If she'd started to feel any boredom, it would soon be alleviated as she felt something strange starting to happen to her suit. While it started off small to begin with, causing Geng-Xin to fidget slightly, she would soon feel her own clothing beginning to wiggle and writhe. Disconcerted by this change of pace, the fluidic rubbing would soon be felt over the entirety of her body, anywhere that was clothed, and while it didn't seem to focus on anywhere particularly, Geng-Xin could help but feel this strange movement most in the places where her body was more sensitive.

This new circumstances being reason enough for her to start taking more drastic actions, she would start trying to remove her clothing. However, it wouldn't prove as simple as that. With a hand grasping the cloth on her chest, she would be surprised to feel that the material had transformed into something more like a thick tar than fabric. Nonetheless trying her best to remove the substance, what would start as a simple attempt to rip a piece off would soon turn to an effort to get her hand free. The ooze sticking to her hand, it would stretch with a thick, rubbery consistency as she pulled her hand away. A strain even for this herculean woman, she would eventually manage to pull her hand far enough away for it to be freed, the black substance snapping back to her chest with a little rippling and a gentle slap upon her smooth soft skin.

Was this the same stuff that had covered the ship? What was it going to do to her? As far as she could tell, it didn't seem to have a taste for organic materials, her body not feeling any dissolving or melting effects, but did this mean that the outside of the ship was undergoing these changes too? The thought was disconcerting, but she'd have more immediate problems.

Still feeling at least some of the suit's consistency in there somewhere, Geng-Xin would just have to hope it was possible to peel the whole thing off all in one go as she could have done before this strange phenomenon had begun to infect it. On her back she could still feel the zip, that was just low enough for her to reach up from beneath and begin pulling it down. Reaching her right hand back and up, she would soon have to fight against the tar like consistency trying to gum up her shoulder and elbow joints. A glimmer of hope for her situation, she would eventually feel her fingers close around that small metal nub. Not only did it mean her zipper was still intact, but it meant that perhaps the outside of the ship wasn't in such dire straits. Struggly to pull the thing down, Geng-Xin would soon reach her left hand up and behind her, forcing her chest and obscene sized breasts forward. The going was slow and unbeknownst to her, completely pointless as the 'material' sealed itself back up once the zip had passed on by. Eventually though she would get her hands and the fastening down to her lower back.

The substance now coating her had been growing increasingly more thick and viscous as she'd struggle to undo her zipper, and to her horror she'd find her arms completely immobilised, stuck to her back and with even her incredible strength unable to pull free, though try she would. Around her breasts, the writhing had only gotten worse, and she couldn't help but feel the torment all the more, beginning to feel a more 'innappropriate' element about this current situation she'd found herself in. However, the situation wasn't truly dire until she felt and heard a little clicking noise. Reacting as if she'd just stepped on a mine, ready to go off if she moved to suddenly, Geng-Xin would suddenly freeze up. Her legs already having become stuck together, the sound would come from that small implant she knew of, but had never remembered experiencing, that was attached around her clitrois. Rightfully concerned, there wasn't much Geng-Xin could do about it, though she would attempt to curl up and somehow reach the device. Using all her strength, somehow managing to reach one of her hands around, she would fight against the sticky bindings that would stretch against her. Slowly she'd begin to reach for the implant. Though it was 'armed' so to speak, she was fine as long as the pressure pushing down on the device remained, nothing happening until it was released, and if she could get her fingers there, this was something she'd be able to guarantee.

"Hiiiiiy!"

Having expected something that would rev up, for some reason, Geng-Xin would be shocked by the suddenness that accompanied the activation of her little implant. The high pitch squee, so uncharacteristic for this warrior, would escape through tightly gritted teeth, as she first flinched, then began to shiver. With her legs already stuck together, all she could do was curl up slightly into a ball as the cruel device began to vibrate tormenting her sensitive clit. With no memories of the little mechanical marvel's effects before, as she found herself tormented, it seemed as if the power it had over her somehow went beyond the sensations she was currently being exposed to, her body apparently remembering past usage better than she did.

The strength having initially been lost in her arms, her hand that'd been reaching for the device would snap back to its original position on her back. Unwanted pleasure was washing through her, and as she rolled slightly through the open space, her body would begin to twitch, helplessly. The loss of any senses, besides that of touch, only seemed to be heightened what she was experiencing, especially around her sex. Still, somehow she'd managed to force herself to try and deactivate the device. Arms straining against the elastic forces trying to force them back into their original position, the progress would be slow, the vibrations never stopping, continuing to put her through lustful delights, her poor little pussy beginning to moisten. Finally though, just barely, she would manage to stretch out and press down with her finger and, forcing herself to calm and counting steadily to three, muscles burning all the while as she struggled to hold position, she would release, causing the device to finally deactivate. Her body giving a figurative sigh of relief, Geng-Xin's breath would actually be heavy, as if she'd just been running or fighting. Though she'd still find herself experiencing the occasional involuntary twitch, it seemed that she'd managed to defuse that particular situation. However, she had no power over this strange 'membrane's' curiosity, and who knows where and when it would strike again. She just had to pray that it left the implant alone...

Geng-Xin wouldn't be given long to try and recover before this thing began to play with her body in other ways. The first thing she felt, being a more firm and definitive massaging of her breasts, the helpless warrior would struggle in her bonds, her upper arms and shoulders jostling from side to side, but ultimately to no avail. Whatever this thing was, it was not shy about molesting her body, wherever it desired. Rubbing and grabbing her nipples, she could feel this thing testing their consistency, gently stretching them out and letting them bounce back into their original position.

"No... hmph! hmph!"

Grunting as she struggled, continuing to try and free herself, at the very least there didn't seem to be any negative effects in and around her mouth, finding the thought of this thing pouring down her throat a repulsive one. Soon discovering that she couldn't break free, it would seem that the only time that this creature had loosened its grip was during those fateful, few moments in which that accursed implant of hers had gone off. With that being the case, she'd hit upon the theory that this thing was vulnerable to vibrations. Afterall, if it was an entity that existed in the vacuum of space, that would appear to be a more than reasonable hypothesis. Though its actions seemed targeted, she hadn't really begun to contemplate the idea that this thing was intelligent.

How best to throw this creature off of her, then? Turning that implant of hers on again seemed like one option, but she'd quickly vetoed that idea for a number of reasons. Firstly it didn't seem as if the small set of vibrations produced by that device had done all that much to effect the creature. Secondly the small set of vibrations produced by that device had certainly done all that much to effect her, and she doubted she could get much done, let alone think straight if she had to endure that sensation again. So what then? Should she just try shouting at the thing? It didn't seem as if that would be a very likely solution. Somehow she doubted her voice could produce any sort of frequency that'd effect this thing. Ideally, she needed something to hit, a copper pipe, a loose panel. Unfortunately she had nothing to hand, and apart from the sound of her own, heavy breathing, there didn't seem to be any sound at all.

"Urkkhh..."

There was a strangled noise produced at the back of Geng-Xin's throat, escaping through gritted teeth as she felt something, burrowed into her navel, beginning to swirl. Not a place she wanted to feel this thing, a horrible image of something pointy digging into that place came to mind, though that would be far from what she was to actually experience. The creature's touch still relatively gentle, if anything she'd feel slightly ticklish as this warm, wet texture began to circle around the pit of her cute little navel.

However, if there was to be any sensation that had Geng-Xin feel a true sense of violation, panic and, to some extent, arousal, it would be that of this thing plunging into her sex. Seemingly delving itself in with a greater enthusiasm than it'd had with any other part of her body, the feeling of this thing rushing into her, filling her up, pushing out her tight inner walls would cause the helpless warrior to throw her head back and let loose a great cry, that could have been either pain or pleasure to an outside observer, but in this case more clearly the later. Her body shuddered, her legs pressed together beginning to jump back and forth repeatedly, opening a little before snapping back to one another with a quiet slap as the elasticity of her bindings fought back. Hips squirming, all these sensations would feel both new and familiar to her at the same time, as she felt this thing beginning to wiggle around inside her, pressing against and tormenting all of her most pleasurable spots, not failing to find a single one.

The worst to come though would be the revival of that cruel device that served the function of tormenting her precious clit whenever it was called upon. If she'd forgotten it was there, amidst all the new sensations that wrecked her body, she would swiftly be reminded. Vaguely aware of the sound of this thing clicking, but almost as if it were a distant detail, she knew there was little she could do about it. Some small part of her mind being able to comprehend the dread it should be feeling at that implant being activated again, for the most part she'd still be overwhelmed by the sensations running rampant inside her besieged pussy. The sensation, as such, actually coming at her as a bit of a shock and surprise, the stimulation this time around would be all the more damning as part of a cruel combination, now that the inside of her sex was being stroked and stirred.

Whole body clenching up, causing her to go into a full fetal position, even her lungs would seem to tense up as she was momentarily deprived of breath. For a little while, not making a sound as she simply shook, eventually her body would break into a new pattern of heavy, but tormented, chaotic panting. Heading rising up, breath and voice seeming to twitch as much as the rest of her, little quivers adorning this warriors normally so proud and concise utterances, she'd begin to cry out.

"Fuck! Hu-hu... Oh Fuck! Huu-huuu!... *gasp* Shit! Shit! Hu-Hu... Oh God! Nnnn... HAAAAAUUUUH!!"

She could feel something happening inside of her. There was a sensation, like pain, but good, a sort of tingling warmth beginning to build up. It was becoming steadily unbearable, but at the same time, she longed for it to continue building... to break? For some reason her mind, whilst otherwise lost amidst that sea of pleasure, seemed to think that it was some sort of prelude, that something was coming? All memories of her prior climaxes lost to her, she had no idea that the thing that would be 'coming' was her. It felt so good, and she so wanted to just surrender to it all. However, the soldier inside her, under such pressure, only urged her to fight on. Straining her arms and body once more, Geng-Xin would begin to reach for that implant on her clitoris, hoping that once she'd managed to switch it off that this might all stop. Once it was off, all she had to do was press down on it again and hold it, for however long it took her to get out of this mess. When pressed down, the device wouldn't turn on... or off for that matter... until it was released.

Fingers finally managing to inch their way to the device, finger tips only able at first to gently brush the device, which would only cause a definitive twitch to run through her entire body, with one final push she would be able to bring her longest middle finger up and press down on the implant. Between all her struggled breathing and the involuntary spasms that wracked her body, it was difficult to keep a proper count, but she would endeavour to hold for as long as she could, until she was certain the device was ready to be disarmed. Through it all though, she just had to hope that whatever this entity that'd seized her was, it wouldn't be smart enough to understand what she was doing and would allow her efforts to see fruition, all it needed to do was keep the pressure on that device indefinitely and Geng-Xin would be, for a very true lack of a better word, fucked.