“ Coda, I 'm sensing a distress signal from sector 51. ``
'' Alright Nate, take us there. ``
'' Roger that. computing device, set a form to sector 51. ``
Our spaceship lurched, changing directions to head towards our new name and address.
My figure 's coda, and I 'm a space pirate alongside my partner, Nate. We spend our 24-hour interval and nights scouring the vast reaches of space in search of plunder, solid food and hapless captive to tie up and beset for our pleasure. Sounds brutal ? Maybe, but being in distance for so long, with so little company tends to do some wrick thing to your psyche. Once ennui hardening in, you 'll really understand how distorted human gender can be, and just what kinds of devious sexual acts you 'll make someone perform just for the thrill of it. It 's funny, because we actually used to be pretty good people. Nate was once a famous scientist, and I, an upstanding psychologist. Strange how life always takes you where you least require to go. I certainly had n't studied psychological science with the expectation that several long time later, I 'd be scouring place as a pervert sex-starved outer space pirate.
You might ask, why do n't Nate and I just have sex with each other ? Well, we 've agreed that it 's in both our professional interestingness, that we keep our filthy hands off of one another. It 's way more fun to make someone do something they do n't want to anyways. Besides, our dupe often get off on it just as much as we do. It does n't matter how much they protest at initiative. By the time we 're done with them, they 're begging us for more. That 's the beneficial part. The looks in their eyes when they realize they 've been corrupted, and that they 'll never again be satisfied with naturalize vanilla extract sex. Man, we really are the worst.
In time, our spaceship arrived at the site of the distress signaling. It was coming from what looked like a research place : an artificially-built satellite about the sizing of a small building complex. They were far from civilisation, housed up to ten people max, and were generally pretty loaded. In other row, the gross target for the two of us.
I turned to Nate.
'' So, the usual design ? ``
'' lure them into a fictitious common sense of security department, stun all of them, take everything that 's not bolted down, kidnap the ones that look like they 'll be the most fun to torment ? ``
'' That 's the one. ``
We sent their post a sign, indicating that we 've come to help. Time passed by without any sort of response.
'' Think it could be a trap ? ``
'' Could be. What if we 're the ones who end up getting captured and molested this fourth dimension ? ``
'' That might be fun in its own way. Let 's go for it. ``
We prepared ourselves to circuit card the station. Nate was wearing a fatal sleeveless shirt, and beige cargo pants. His coal-black hair was pulled back within a stylish green bandana. I had on a red tank top accenting my breasts and exposing my stomach, and tight, form-fitting Black drawers that left petty to the imaginativeness. It 'll be useful as a distraction against Guy ( and sometimes daughter ) if it came down to it. We were both armed with stun guns, meant to incapacitate a target for hours.
Bracing ourselves for the worst, we connected with the station, and opened the airlock, granting us passage inside. A dimly-lit, foggy corridor greeted us. Looks like the post was on reserve power. There was no one around, giving off an eerie atmosphere with how mum and deserted the place was. After all, there had to be someone here that sent that distress signaling, right ?
I slipped in, keeping my trigger finger at the ready. Nate was a duet step behind, set up to stake me up if it came down to a gun-fight. As far as we could tell, there was n't anything overly out of the ordinary bicycle. Temperature was normal, atmosphere was breathable, zero seemed wrecked or broken. In a way, that just made it even more eery. Especially considering we had n't seen a single psyche yet.
'' Hey Nate, can you run a check for any major life-forms on this station ? ``
'' Nope. protection 's pretty tight, and there 's no power for it anyways. Does n't seem like I 'm even capable to broadcast any content. ``
'' So we 'll just have to keep looking around. Keep an eye out for anything worthful. ``
We continued our search of the place 's Interior. We were currently on the upmost floor out of three point. The accession stage to the deeper levels were sealed off, as we soon discovered. So we found ourselves an exigency approach hatch that will subscribe to us deeper. It was cramped and sour, like a ventilation tool, since it 's not meant for unconstipated use. Nate went in first, being the enceinte and slower one, with me taking up the rear. That way, if anything comes at us from inside the shaft, I can retreat back the way we came, leaving Nate to ... cover whatever 's attacking us. Well, it 's preferable to having both of us trapped, right ?
We reached a fork in the path. Nate chose the one that would bring us close-fitting to the stairs, and we continued. But as we were coming around a bend ... was it just my imagination, or did something waver by behind us ?
'' Hey Nate, I think I saw something just now, in the path that we did n't take. ``
'' You want to go back and check it out ? ``
'' No. If it 's hostile, I wo n't be able-bodied to do much in these soused after part. Let 's just get out of this thing first. It 's giving me the crawl. ''
If I really had seen something, it did n't conform to us. We found an way out to the spear not too far from where the stairs were. There, a rather faze visual modality awaited us. eubstance, presumably of the station 's residents. Three in full. Two were sprawled on the floor face-down ; a man and a adult female. Another was leaning against the wall, a male person by the looks of it. Making trusted there was n't anything else in the way with us, we investigated. In the dim light, I saw something that might 've made me laugh in any other situation.
"Hey Nate, condition out their bloomers. ``
'' Huh ? Oh, figures you 'd reckon there. ``
'' What 're you talking about ? Do n't try to enjoin me you were n't looking either. ``
The crotches of the gasp for all three of them were wet. Like they 'd peed themselves, or ejaculated. Maybe even both. On top of that, their exposed skins were covered with some sort of weird goop remainder. That said, they were still breathing, but unresponsive. No issue how much we shook them or slapped their buttock, facial or ass, they would n't wake up.
'' Hey finale, do n't these hoi polloi seem kind of ... violated ? ``
He was rightfulness. I pulled down the girl 's pants, poking around her crotch a bit, then snuck a digit between her ass-cheeks and fingered around.
'' Whoa, do n't stick your totally hand in there. ``
'' I wo n't. Who knows if I 'll get it back."
But her anal retentive sphincter definitely felt kind of light. Poking around, I brought my finger out and held it up. The same slime residue from before.
'' Her backdoor 's kinda drafty. ``
'' Yeah, these two as well. You think we have some kind of raper monster on this station somewhere ? ``
'' Either that, or these guys got some pretty hard-core trigger rituals. I 'm going to bet the other. ``
We checked their bodies for any kind of useful item. Finding nothing of apparent value, we went back to searching the floor for anything worthwhile : survivors, loot, or even the monster itself.
***
There was n't anything really remarkable on the irregular floor. We did incur two more consistency. They were alive, but unconscious, just like the others. They also had traces of goo all over their torso. Though interestingly enough, we did n't see the guck anywhere else. Just on the bodies of the comatose victim. more distressingly, we did n't find anything overly valuable. I mean, there was research equipment and the ilk, but nigh were bolted down and inaccessible during hand brake baron mode. The most we could nab were maybe a brace test tubing. Hardly worth our time.
'' wishing to just cut our losses and take in back a guy and a girlfriend, coda ? ``
'' No way. Who knows what happened to them or whether they 'll wake up. Besides, you really want to drag one or two of those soundbox through the emergency access shaft ? '' `` Good compass point. So keep open going ? ``
'' Yeah. I want to see for myself what this rapist lusus naturae looks like. Maybe we can kidnap it and use it to entertain anyone else we kidnap. ``
'' You are fearful. ``
'' You would 've thought of it if I did n't. ``
We reached the stairs. Unlike the tier one staircase, this one was n't sealed off. The third floor was n't very big, so maybe cachet were n't necessary. I took the leading, descending downwards with Nate covering my binding. Even down here, it does n't seem like there was anything waiting for us. It was as eerie and tranquility as the previous floors we 've been on.
'' Maybe whatever was here left before we came. ``
'' But what about whoever sent that distress signal ? Think they escape too ? ``
'' If so, then this would 've all been a meritless waste of time. ``
Our hunt of the third level seemed as vain as the first of all and second. That is, until we found a locked door. One that suggested there might 've been someone hiding behind it. I hailed the doorway 's intercom.
'' hello ! Is anyone in there ? We 're here to rescue you ! ``
A moment later, we got a response.
'' Is it safe out there ? Is the beast gone ? ``
It sounded like a cleaning lady 's voice.
'' We have n't seen anything. Looks pretty safe. ``
'' Really ? Okay, I 'm opening it. ``
With a whoosh, the doorway slid open. Behind it was a short, mousy-looking lady. She was a stagnant ringer for stereotypical nerdy scientist, over with a White person research coat and coke nursing bottle crank. That said, she was definitely pretty, with a shiny auburn ponytail that made me a bit covetous with my rough, peaky blonde cut.
'' Who are you two ? ``
'' law. We got your hurt sign and came to inquire. What happened here ? ``
'' delay, it might still be out there."
Looking around to stool sure it was safe, she ushered us in and locked the door. We were inside the supply room. It seemed like it contained mainly surplus parts and intellectual nourishment item. Again, nothing overly priceless or worth hauling back up, to our ever growing disappointment.
'' Okay. We should be safe in here for now. My name 's Lana. ``
She looked at us suspiciously.
'' Where are your uniforms ? ``
'' We 're off-duty and just happened to be in the area. I 'm coda, and this is Nate. What happened here ? ``
'' Long level short, our research specimen escaped and started ... incapacitating the early researchers. I was the only one who got away, by locking myself in here. ``
'' Can you tell us about that escaped research specimen of yours ? ``
'' There 's not too lots I can severalise you, since it 's secret. It 's an artificial bio-mass, about as big as a large dog, with multiple tentacles. Try not to touch it, or the guck it leaves behind if you can help it. ``
'' What, why ? What happens if you touch it ? ``
'' Um ... it 's confidential. ``
'' Nope, that 's not going to do at all. Nate and I have already touched More than our carnival portion of it. Spill it, lady. ``
'' W-W-Well it 's ... um ... well it 's not venomous or anything like that ! It 's just ... it might be ... distracting ? Anyways, I really ca n't say it, so please just bank me. ``
Nate and I glanced at each other. Considering the State Department of the bodies upstairs, it 's a pretty safe bet to assume we 've got a raper tentacle freak. Sounds like we 're getting a new pet for our ship.
'' Please do n't hurt the specimen. It 's not a threat. ... At least, I guarantee it wo n't wipe out you. ``
'' well, that 's reassuring. The bodies upstairs certainly did n't look like they were dying. ``
Lana startled at this, then adjusted herself.
'' Um ... I know it 's difficult to subscribe my Scripture on this, but please. That research specimen is quite important and must n't hail to any harm. ”