Her childhood best friend has been missing for more than a year now. But despite the slim odds, Angelle has not given up on finding her friend, Nina. How could she? The only reason Angelle is even here, at the ADD, is so she can search for her friend.

"I know you're still out there, Nina. Just hang on."

Angelle flipped through the ADD's missing persons file for Nina, and unfortunately, there wasn't much information in there. The agent leading the investigation was transferred to a new post, so the trail has gone cold with no one picking up the case in the months since. Where was Angelle even going to start?

The only lead in the file was a mention of nearby colony, Xenon-2, where kidnapped girls would sometimes be found. This was as good a place as any for Angelle to begin her search.

In her room, she suited up in her skin-tight, leather catsuit, making sure to leave the upper part loosely zipped for maximum movement and flexibility. She then slipped on her favorite high heeled, thigh-high boots. In the mirror, Angelle looked up and down at herself, especially noticing the cleavage showing from the top of her catsuit. Turning around, she also noticed how nice her butt looked, and how it jiggled like fresh warm jello in her form-fitting uniform. She eyed the six inch stilettos of her boots, before roundhouse kicking the air in front of her.

"No one's messing with me today."

She made her way to her transport vessel, and punched in the coordinates for Xenon-2.

I'm coming for you, Nina.

Little did she know, that someone, or something, would be coming for her...

Angelle had only made it a few light years from the ADD base she was stationed on, before the radio of her ship pinged.

"Agent, what the hell are you doing?!" came the voice from the other end. Mythra, a woman ten years Angelle's senior, was the commander of the agents stationed at the facility. And for now, that included Angelle. An experienced agent, Mythra had helped oversee Angelle's training and assessment. The experience had led her to keep Angelle on a short leash.

"You do not have authorization for a departure," she continued, "and I'm damn sure you don't have authorization to be wherever it is you're headed. Explain your intentions, and while you're at it, turn that ship around and report back to the hangar." Her tone rang with irritation and impatience.

"Crap!" Angelle muttered.

After what seemed like months of training, the agent was tired of sitting around while her friend had yet to be found. The only reason she joined the ADD was so she could find and rescue Nina. As far as Angelle was concerned, she was the only one who truly cared, and the only one who would stop at nothing until her friend was safe and sound, back at home.

"What's that? I can't hear you, you're breaking up," Angelle radioed back to her superior.

She turned off the intercom, and proceeded, full speed ahead.

Angelle's flight lasted for another full twenty seconds unabated. Then, suddenly, the lights in her cabin began to flicker. Seconds later, her engines cut out, all except her retro thrusters, which fired to slow her down, bringing her to a slow drift in the middle of space. As she floated, the radio pinged again, and turned back on.

"Your training switch is still on, rookie," Mythra's voice came back, sounding more than a little irritated. "I don't let my agents off their leash until they've proven they can handle themselves. And you definitely haven't. I'm going to tell you one more time: tell me what you're doing out there, and then forget whatever it is and come back. I'm going to have you running around the ship until tomorrow's breakfast is cold." The woman's tone was certainly not primed for nonsense.

Realizing the situation, Angelle turned the ship back around and headed back to base. As much as it pained her, knowing that each day that passed by that Nina was missing would make it harder to find her, clearly, this wasn't going to be the way to go about it.

"I'm headed back to base, I'll explain everything when I get back," she radioed to base.

Angelle was so occupied with the situation that she lost all focus on what was going on around her, right in the ship's cabin.

Lurking just a few feet away, behind her in the shadows, was something that none of her training could have ever prepared her for...

"I'll be waiting in the hangar," Mythra told her. "And stretch before you land. You're not gonna have time to waste on cramping muscles." The feed cut out as the ship cruised for home on auto pilot. It seemed Angelle would have a few minutes to anticipate her punishment.

Unfortunately, the girl couldn't have realized the truth of the situation. Even as her commanding officer was chewing her out, the base was secretly under siege. A local crime syndicate had staked out the facility several weeks prior, and managed to smuggle an experimental project inside: a raktar. But where normal raktar were passive creatures, useful only for setting traps for women who strayed too close, this one was different. It had been injected with the cells of Raktar 263, an anomaly from Shokushu Island. The cells had multiplied and consumed the original host, turning it into a slave of the will that arose from the procedure.

263 was not only more vicious than the average raktar, but far craftier as well. It had sensed the dangerous wills of the women on board the station, and had decided to bide its time. As soon as the creature had gotten on board, it began to multiply. Its bodies spread out throughout the base in secret, waiting until it was in position to strike without being neutralized.

Unfortunately, one of those bodies had found its way aboard the ship Angelle had run away with. It had hidden itself in the ship's cargo bay. But sensing Angelle's presence, and hearing her voice, it had come out to investigate. It watched her from behind now, admiring her. She was sensuous in every way that mattered, and inexperienced besides. It had been a long time since 263 had simply reached out and raped a girl in her own ship. A simple strike, for simple pleasures. And right now, it was in the mood for something simple. As Angelle paced, its tentacles lashed out, reaching for her wrists and ankles.

"Ahhhh!" Angelle screamed suddenly, as her wrists and ankles were stretched and bound, spreading her apart and lifting her off the ground.

She thought she was alone on board the ship, and was in no position to evade any kind of surprise attack from anything, let alone the vicious Raktar 263. It had done this countless times before to much more experienced agents, so there was no way that Angelle could have a chance against this fearsome creature.

Nevertheless, she gave it everything she had. She immediately tried to jerk her arms and legs around, hoping her quick movements could help her slip free, but it was no use, the raktar's grip was like a vice.

"What are you!? Is this my punishment for trying to sneak out? Let go of me so I can fight back, you bastard!

But as she was soon to find out, there's only so much that training can prepare you for. Before she could finish yelling, several tentacles made their way toward her, with the first entering her mouth, down her throat, muffling her cries. Another two tentacles were making their way a little further down her tight body...

263 wasn't above taunting its victims as it took them, but with this one, it didn't see the point. It was much more interested in her body. With those voluptuous breasts, curving hips, and perfectly rounded ass, the girl was practically begging to be fucked. And 263 wasn't one to deny a request.

At once, more tentacles swarmed her, slithering up her sides and over her curves. As its tendrils began to feel her up, several more swarmed all the way up to the neckline of her suit. Unzipping the suit and peeling it off her would probably have been a simple task, but it wasn't the monster's style. Instead, the tentacles hooked just inside the suit, and began to pull, tearing it away in chunks and pieces. The sound of tearing fabric filled the cockpit as Angelle's body was exposed bit by bit.

All the while, her mouth was violated by the eager tentacle acting as her gag. It plunged deep, drawn on by the warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her throat. Its shaft ran over her delicate tongue, forcing her to caress its thick skin with her soft muscle, as it steadily raped her mouth.

Angelle had never felt anything quite like this before. While she was no stranger to sucking and deepthroating her collection of sex toys, none of them really felt quite like an actual warm, hard cock, and there was certainly nothing else quite like this monster's massive, writhing tentacle.

At first, the agent's training kicked in. She struggled, trying to break herself free from 263's stranglehold. After realizing that she was vastly overpowered by the beast, she turned her attention to the appendage in her mouth.

She tried to bite down on the tentacle as hard as she could while it was thrusting down her throat, but while the outer skin had a little bit of give, inside it was as hard as a steel rod.

Angelle then tried to tighten her throat passage, hoping that it would force the tentacle out. But it seemed to have the reverse effect, as it grew even harder and was seemingly becoming more aroused, even beginning to ooze out a thick liquid, which the agent had no choice but to swallow.

After having her suit torn off piece by piece, the agent was now completely naked and exposed, with only her high heel boots still on. However, she was in no position to wind up a kick, her arms and legs spread apart and bound tightly.

Pretty soon, she began to loosen her body, taking in the visceral pleasure, and even started to move her tongue rhythmically around the tip of the pulsing tentacle while it was thrusting in and out of her throat.

She was starting to enjoy the sensation so much that she was completely unaware of the tentacles heading toward her now dripping wet sex...

As she bit down, she'd feel the tentacle's flesh bend slightly, but the thick, powerful muscle beneath gave nothing. However, her biting didn't go over without any effect. Contrary to what the agent may have wanted, her defiance seemed to elicit and excitement, and the tentacle in her throat began to thrust faster, as if punishing her. It pillaged her mouth and her throat as it fucked her face hard.

The other tentacles began to spring into action, as well. Tentacles rushed over her naked form, coiling around her legs and her arms and her stomach. In seconds, they reached up and wrapped around her massive breasts. They began to squeeze, deforming the soft mounds as their tips played at her nipples and pushed them against her own soft, supple flesh.

As the girl's throat tightened, 263 released a load of thick, bitter liquid into her mouth. With the tentacle plugging her face and steadily thrusting, she was quickly made to swallow it. But even after the release, the tendril wasn't satisfied, and continued to ram itself down her esophagus relentlessly.

All the while, more tentacles moved down her body, caressing her skin with their warm flesh, bulbous tips leaving trails of clear liquid down her form. Several were quickly angling for her exposed sex, as another tentacle with a glowing orange eye floated out to examine her delicate slit.

Angelle's entire body began to turn on her, as her deepest desires were exposed. Her mouth greedily sucked on the appendage in her mouth, hoping to get another helping of the monster's thick load. Her nipples were erect to a point as they were being massaged and squeezed by a pair of probing tendrils.

Almost as if he could read her mind, 263's grip on one of the agent's arms loosened so that she could reach over to the tentacle that was violating her mouth to stroke it back and forth, so it could unload another surprise for her.

And of course, her dripping wet slit began to shiver as she anticipated what was surely to come next. A massive tentacle with a glowing red eye began to explore the agent's silky smooth mound, lightly feeling the area all around, almost as if it was taking in the scent that was emanating from her love juices. Her lips were contracting as the tendril felt around the area, almost like an invitation for the guest to come in...

263 couldn't help but enjoy how readily the agent attacked its appendages with her pleasuring. It had found that, deep down, most women were sluts. With the right amount of rape, pleasure, and training, it could get them to relent to it, and pleasure it as it wished. But this one was so easy. It had barely begun with her, barely given her the simplest taste of pleasure, and she was already lost to it, begging for more of it to ravage and use her.

And it did not like to keep women waiting. Is eye moved aside, and only seconds later, a tentacle appeared between her legs and thrust upward, piercing her pussy with one hard thrust. Its mass filled her walls remorselessly, stretching her wide. Its thick veins were ridges against her sensitive flesh as it slid into her. Her body was claimed for the monster's own, and it began to thrust powerfully inside of her.

Angelle was no longer in control of her own body at this point. As her agent file noted, she was a virgin, and had never before known the pleasures of sex. While she was no stranger to self-pleasure, there was nothing like having someone, or something else, take control of her bodily desires. And because she had never had sex before, there was clearly a lot of pent-up frustration.

With her cunt well lubricated from her own juices, the tendril had no problem slipping into her passage and thrusting deep, in and out. The agent took it all in willingly, feeling every bump and ridge on her inner walls. She began to tighten her vaginal muscles rhythmically, synchronizing herself with the monster's cock, loosening her slit while it thrusted in so it could enter her easier, and gripping it while it pulled outwards, as if she didn't want it to leave her innards.

Just as she had done with the tentacle that was violating her mouth, she was greatly stimulating and pleasuring the appendage in her hole, as she felt it get harder and thrust deeper. After just a short while, she felt what was surely the first of many orgasms building up inside her.

All the while, she continued to stroke and suck the cock in her mouth, extracting what seemed like gallons of thick goo from it and swallowing it greedily, and rocking her hips back and forth, hoping to get the same out of the rock hard tentacle in her pussy.

263 could feel how tightly Angelle's body gripped the tentacle it forced inside her. The creature knew she was a virgin, not from her file, but from her own thoughts. And while normally it would have taken time to savor her deflowering, the lust that flowed through her compelled it to ravage her on the spot. And it didn't hold back.

Its tentacle's thrusts came powerfully and steadily, rushing into her inviting pussy again and again. She was stretched wide by its sizable girth in ways that could drive even experienced agents mad. 263 quickly took note of the way her own muscles responded so welcomingly to its intrusion, and quickly took advantage. The more her cunt tightened, the harder it thrust into her, forcing them open again and amplifying the friction between their flesh.

As she was fucked from below, the tentacle in her mouth picked up a rhythm similar to its counter part. They methodically spit-roasted the young woman, driving into her from both sides simultaneously, then pulling back just to do it again. And while they kept her well stuffed and well fucked, the tentacles around her breasts squeezed and pulled, stimulating her pliant mounds to keep her on a lofty plateau of arousal.

"Mmmmmgh!!" Angelle moaned, as she had an explosive orgasm, unlike anything she had ever known before.

Her body convulsed and her back arched, as 263's tentacles brought her to heights of pleasure that no human ever could.

She didn't want it to ever end. Like a wild animal, she seemed to be getting even more horny, her pussy becoming tighter and wetter, and her mouth sucking harder.

The young agent was then rewarded for her effort, as the monster's tendril unleashed a massive stream of hot, thick liquid into her pulsing cunt, filling her hole until it leaked out all around her pussy. She could feel it inside her, the liquid making its way all through her.

As the creature's cum leaked out of her, it flowed down her curves, some dripping toward her tight anus. As the hot fluid reached her asshole, it immediately made her little hole loosen up, like it was like it was asking to be violated next.