[F4A] Genetic Conquest [Tentacles][Story][First Person][Sci-fi][Aliens][Ovipositors][Breeding][Masturbation][Rape]at first[Deviance before Duty][Script Fill]

It took us a long time to perfect space travel to the point we are at today. Projects to colonize and terraform Mars came and went with limited success. But each effort spurred on. Unmanned ships sent back images of planets that might suit the purpose better and be easier starting points. But they were so far away.

We couldn't travel there in 1 human lifetime, and we stumbled over the weight calculation paradox. Any ship sent that deep into space would arrive with technology so obsolete by the time it arrived that It was possible that missions sent later would pass it in the process. It became a Technological race between 2 competing theories. Either we colonize Mars, make it habitable and spread through the universe in small steps, or we perfect technology capable of carrying us deeper into space faster. Dear.

The middle ground was the daunting prospect of human volunteers launching into space on ships designed to be self sustaining. Living their lives in space and continuing the species on board until they arrived at their destination, again, unsure if the world they left behind had already rendered their sacrifice meaningless through advancement. In the end, gradual colonization won …

It took us a long time to perfect space travel to the point we are at today. Projects to colonize and terraform Mars came and went with limited success. But each effort spurred on. Unmanned ships sent back images of planets that might suit the purpose better and be easier starting points. But they were so far away.

We couldn't travel there in 1 human lifetime, and we stumbled over the weight calculation paradox. Any ship sent that deep into space would arrive with technology so obsolete by the time it arrived that It was possible that missions sent later would pass it in the process. It became a Technological race between 2 competing theories. Either we colonize Mars, make it habitable and spread through the universe in small steps, or we perfect technology capable of carrying us deeper into space faster. Dear.

The middle ground was the daunting prospect of human volunteers launching into space on ships designed to be self sustaining. Living their lives in space and continuing the species on board until they arrived at their destination, again, unsure if the world they left behind had already rendered their sacrifice meaningless through advancement. In the end, gradual colonization won out. The 1st successful missions to house people on Mars and make farming there sustainable created a launching platform for deeper space exploration. The resources this required to make Mars livable called for large space stations to orbit and aid colonizers for the 1st few generations.

But after their mission was declared a success and the colonies became self sufficient, the stations were repurposed. Zero g vacuum Construction was introduced. Spaceships designed to travel only in space and not required to be aerodynamic or escape an atmosphere. They could be built solely with space travel in mind and without the limitations of a Missions of a Terran liftoff. This gave way to different engine designs that couldn't have hoped to have work in an atmosphere or While trying to escape 1, and hand in hand, the 2 theories became 1.

Using planets as stepping stones had given birth to Space vehicles which could cover greater distances in space in shorter times. Space exploration was Born in earnest, humans could travel to nearby planets and back in time frames that made it possible Able to mine worlds that couldn't be inhabited as 1 week on, 1 week off day jobs. Exploring newly discovered planets or previously unexplored ones was no longer the job of a crew of dedicated professionals as a once in a lifetime voyage, But became the task of squads of trained men and women as regular jobs. As more planets became home to human life, The pool of human resources expanded and non government funded missions became a reality as privately owned spacecraft probed void for discoveries that would return on their investment. Liars bickered and argued over what rights any one center persons had over whole worlds.

Scientists race to classify newly found elements and be the first to discover uses for them. And quietly, in the background, theorists and thinkers warned us that the chances of us not having found any kind of life in our expansion so far were so utterly infinite Assamu. That there had to be another explanation. Or that Our discovery of extraterrestrial life was a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off and In retrospect, there's a part of me that wishes I had to pay more attention to them. It wasn't unusual for a ship to find work ferrying cargo back con forth between stations as contractors for exploration crews.

In an effort to outdo each other, They took small, fast ships and raced each other to unexplored locations to see who would stumble over something worth keeping, then claim it and set beacons for larger freight haulers like us to come, pick it up, and return it the nearest research station. To get paid a fortune for the discovery. We get paid a small percentage for the round Yep. It made my head spin, seeing some of the amounts they got on their paychecks, but I consoled myself that they were taking all the big risks my visiting these unknown corners of the universe. My pay as security officer might not have been anything like theirs, But my job also mostly involved sitting quietly in the security office, pretending to watch cameras as I read or watched reruns of shows I stored in a portable hard drive and, from time to time, breaking up drunken Wobbles between hired miners.

Fairly safe work. It had reached the point where, Because we often spent weeks in space at a time, I had set the monitors and alarms up in my office so that could control the volume and display, finally. When most of the crew were asleep, I could hook up computer to the hard drive, Change the sound over to the shows I wanted to watch, and just relax. If anything went wrong, the visual alarms would alert me, and the computer would produce instant reports that always took precedent over anything else that was displayed on the screen. There was no harm in making weeks of travel less boring.

Besides, it wasn't like downtime ever lasted long. The captain, Rebecca Green, was forever calling meetings and asking for updates. I swear, she only did it Because she didn't want us treating the ship as our own personal cruise ship. Captain Green had called me and the other ranking Officers to her office when we pick up the call of the beacon. She explained we were close by and that the price on offer was huge, But she'd been suspicious.

Details on the package were scarce, and the money came with a fairly explicit, No questions asked policy. It wasn't like we hadn't picked up cargo like this before. Plenty of crazy frontier types didn't like to send out beacons explaining what they had found for fear of someone else snatching it up. But with the kind of figures we were seeing on this pay offer, and the fact that the cargo came prepacked and ready for transport. Meaning we wouldn't have to share the pay with hired miners or extra crew.

We all instantly smelled the bullshit. That sure as hell didn't stop us from signing on to grab it. We could all speculate over the bullshit later as we were building new wings onto our houses and trying to decide where to put our new pulls. We marked the beacon as taken and charged our heading to go collect it. We detached the recovery vessel and gone to the planet's surface to collect the package.

Captain Green spent her time talking to doctor Freestone about the planet. Whoever discovered it was blessed, Freestone Stone had said, running some numbers in his head as he looked at the planet. Jungles and mountains in the habitable zone of a nearby sun. Assuming it had some breathable air, someone was going to be rich. We all marveled at the Beautiful green jewel on the other side of the viewing window as the cargo collection vessel returned and docked.

My chance to marvel was at an end the moment the ship finished connecting back up with us as my first, and Hopefully, only duties were to check the cargo and help old Doc Freestone check the crew. As soon as we saw the cargo container, I was on the Comms de Grain. There were air holes, there was movement, the crew looked spooked. It was live cargo. We should just fucking shoot it back into space, I argued with her as she held up her hands for calm, her office door tightly closed, The crew outside pretending not to know that Greene, Freestone, first officer Lucy Jennings, and I were bickering fiercely inside.

Freestone and I both argued that we weren't set up to take anything alive, had no idea what the creature might be capable of or if its prison would hold, and couldn't speak to whatever kind of disease it might be spitting out with every breath, assuming it did breathe. The captain and Jennings tried to talk us down. They hadn't seen the size of the crate in question. They hadn't heard the bulk of the creature inside moving. I don't care about the pay.

Take my cut. Just for the love of God, don't Ask us to make the trip back with that thing on board. We have no idea what we've got there, and it's just not worth the risk. It didn't matter what I said. The idea of losing that paycheck, of having to pay the value of the cargo for losing it.

The captain agreed to seal up the cargo with the deployment hatch on standby. If anything happened, we could remotely open the hatch and the whole hold would go up into the vacuum. The doc and I didn't feel much better, but Jennings herded us out to the office and started to give the orders to get moving. The conversation was at an end. Freestone and I exchanged looks, His brow furrowed.

I must have looked like I was going to grind my teeth down to knobs. I felt my fists It's clenched so hard my fingernails dug into my palm a little, the sting helping to dull the mixture of anger and fear I felt. Bless the cheeky bastard. He looked me in the eye and smiled. Told me to take half a Valium and get some rest before I burst a blood vessel.

There was something about Ben Freestone that relaxed me a little naturally. He was handsome enough, nearing his late thirties with full black hair and just a streak of gray. Clean shaven and healthy. He had a pair of hazel eyes that easily pulled off stern, serious talk doctor and caring family doctor at a whim. He seemed to genuinely care about Crew.

I took his advice. I figured there was no way I was going to be sleeping With the kind of tension I was feeling while that thing was on board. I downed half the pill, sat down to watch the monitors staring at the Camera for cargo hold 1. The crate sat there, unmoving. There was Sound on the cameras, but because the deployment hatch had set to stand by, the only sound that came through was the Instant droning of the emergency alarm warning anyone in your home to evacuate before the doors are opened.

Before long, I had to switch it onto Silent. I wasn't going to hear anything over that noise, anyway. I stared at the crate. None of us had dared to look inside. It was solid metal with 3 holes on each face to act as air holes.

We could have gotten a torch and peered in through 1, but nobody was full enough to push their face up against a crate with a live, unknown animal in Zaida. An hour passed, and it felt like I had barely blinked. I felt the tension of the arguments starting to drain away. 3 days in transit. All I had to do was hold out for 30 days.

I could do that. I let myself relax a little, and before I knew it, my chin was touching my chest. I jerked upright in the seat, my eyes darting accusingly back to the monitor for cargo hold 1. But the crate was still there and opened. I felt the volume working and the sense of lethargy.

I mean, my limbs feel Evie. But with a burst of energy born from the panicked feeling of having almost fallen asleep, by flick the sound back on only to hear nothing but the constant drone of the warning sirens still advising all Personnel to evacuate the cargo bay. The rush of adrenaline wore off quickly, and as it did, the drowsiness Returned. Clumsily, I slapped my palm against the sound settings for the monitors as my eyes were heavier, Flinking at the switch until the siren was silenced again. In moments, I was asleep in my chair.

I was awoken by the sound of the doors locking with Sharp click. My eyes snapped open. I struggled to catch my balance in the chair as the sudden awakening nearly sent me tumbling to the floor. It took a moment for the effects of the Valium and the general exhaustion to shake off. But when it It I realized the room was flashing red.

Emergency lighting was on. The overhead alarm was flashing on north. The computer was producing readouts. The alarms were going off, but they weren't making any noise. It was with a sudden Sinking feeling in my stomach.

But I remembered turning off the sound to the monitors and looked up. Sure enough, I'd accidentally turned the sound off for all alarms, switching it over to the silent mode I'd rigged up to watch movies. Panic pumped through me, and my stomach threatened to drag itself up into my throat as my eyes scanned the monitors. Cargo hold 1 was there, and with horror, I saw the crate. Its sides fallen open.

Its Content missing. The computers told the story. Unidentified life forms had entered the air ducts in cargo hold 1. Life forms, plural? That had been 3 minutes ago, after the life forms had been identified moving through the ship in various locations And there hadn't been any recognition from me at the security desk.

The ship had gone into automatic lockdown. That was the sound that had woken me up. The sound of the door sealing. I grabbed the comms and hit the button to bring the captain online, My heart threatening to explode out of my chest as it pounded. Captain, this is Amanda in security.

Do you copy? I released the button and paused waiting for her reply. My hands were shaking. I couldn't count how many heartbeats I waited. Captain Green, come in.

This is security. We have an emergency. Still dead air. I swallowed, trying to force myself to calm down. For all I knew, she had been asleep and was still dragging herself out of bed to answer the comms.

I waited, but it didn't take long for the silence to become frightening. Rebecca, come in. We have to blow the hatch to cargo hold 1 and take account of the crew right now. The cargo crate is open and the computer is picking up life Rebecca. Nothing.

I prayed that she was already aware, busy trying to contain the situation. I knew I was in for a world of hurt when she found out I'd slept through 3 minutes of alarms. For a second, I imagined trying to Excuse it, explaining to her that I'd gotten the alarms but had been trying to locate and lock down all access to the cargo hold. It was momentarily Comforting to imagine that we would all be out of this mess soon, and I'd be explaining myself. I had to find her.

I looked back up to the monitors and started to change the cameras to areas I thought she might be. I started with the command deck. Some crew were there as always, but I scanned through the faces and didn't see her. They didn't look worried. The alarms were showing on their end, but they knew they didn't have to panic until I activated the evacuation alarms.

So they stayed at their stations to ensure the ship continued on its current headings. I checked the missile. Nobody. I checked her quarters. The cameras were set to private.

She often did that when she went to sleep. A lot of the crew did. I had emergency codes to override that setting, and this felt like an emergency to me. I grabbed the cam one more time. Rebecca, if you're in your quarters, I'm turning on the camera.

This is serious. I hit the override and stared, slack jawed at the sight. Rebecca's naked flesh was glowing red in the light of the emergency alarm. She was suspended about 3 feet off the ground, her toes pointed, her back arched, stretched her bare breast thrust up towards the roof of her private room, her head thrown back and her long blonde hair normally done up But a tight, professional looking bun hung loose and fell about her like a river of gold, splashed with the crimson of the warning lights. Something hit her and was holding her there.

It seemed purple in color with Strange light shining off of its glistening skin. It almost looked like it was made of rubber, glossy and stretchy, like children's Play They do. There was a central bulb, blob like and thick, with muscle. About a man's fully grown torso in total mass, with a half dozen long tentacles, each about as thick as a garden Urs, lashing the air, grasping Rebecca firmly by her ankles, wrists, and throat. They ended in what looked like 3 petalled flowers which could open up, the thick, Rubbery petals parting to reveal a moist, pink central mass which was what grabbed Rebecca so Tightly now and held her aloft, each slightly larger and with a grip slightly wider than a man's hand.

Each limb seemed prehensile and capable of independent movement, and as they moved, it was obvious they were deceptively Strong and very flexible. They held Rebecca taut like her weight was nothing, the muscles in the limbs easily compensating Waiting for any movement she made. I felt my throat Strict, and my heart skipped a beat. The creature didn't seem to have eyes or a mouth that I could see, but It was clearly trying to attack Rebecca and had her entangled and trapped. The movement of the tentacles almost Seemed lazy and calm, languid and easy.

And it dawned on me that Rebecca wasn't thrashing or It came wildly. Her eyes were closed, her body rocking gently. And then I saw it. One of the tentacles snaked between her pale thighs, Moving in a rhythmic, pulsing manner, matching the motions of Rebecca's Body that. It suddenly dawned on me we're laced with lust and a relaxed kind of pleasure.

As her legs moved in the creature's grip and her hips rose and won't with one of the steady thrusts of the ropey limb, I saw the tip of the creature's appendage, the petals spread open, one resting on her apex, X. Covering her clit in her pubic Eyes and cupping her backside. Oh, it possessively covered her sex, The muscles pulsing and twitching. Fist sized bumps moving through the limb as if it were paying something into I looked at Rebecca's face. So her lips parted moist, her cheeks a glow, her eyes closed in a peaceful kind of bliss.

So each time one of the large bumps reached the tip of the tentacle, I saw her eyes shoot open and go wide. Her mouth opened wider, her body tightened. Then the shape would vanish through the stem of the monster and disappear into Rebecca. Her eyes would roll back, her body shudder all over, twitching, her toes pointing sharply and her legs Shaking. And then she'd relax back into her blissful pace.

It was a terrifying mixture of a beautiful woman in a state of sexual ecstasy and the most alien, horrific violation of someone I personally called a friend I had ever seen. A horrid, Contradictory wave of arousal and revulsion swept over me. She looked like an angel stretched out, Her body taut, her face mask pure pleasure. Like a painting created by a master Master to be the epitome of women's beauty and sexuality. And she was being defiled by a monster, disgusting and frightening, Designed by that same painter to show role perversion made manifest.

I felt sickened by myself as I found myself unable to look away from the site. I wanted to press the button and hear the sound. I knew it was wrong. But as another bump reach Her hidden sex, and I saw her face come alive and shocked passion before her features became an animal look of pure orgasm. I wanted to hear it.

I wanted to hear the sound my friend made as she was taken by this monster. I rationalized. I would turn the sound on, but not because I wanted to hear. I'd turn it on so I could hit the comm again and see if I could hear it in her room with her. Then, at least, I would know if she could Dear me.

My sense of morality buckled under my excuse and my curiosity. I didn't let myself think of the sense of desire I felt rising. I reached up slowly, as if moving too quickly might startle Rebecca or the monster. Even though I knew they couldn't hear me, my finger lingering over the sun button. Was Really this sick that I wanted to press it and hear all this.

I should be grabbing my side arm and overriding the lockdown right now. My finger hit the button in the sound kennel. My face flashed in my breath Held tight to my chest, not wanting the sound of it to interrupt what I heard. Rebecca's sound was beastly and instinctive, Long, mindless, she groaned like an animal in heat, all traces of dignity and subconsciousness utterly lost in wave That wave of endless ecstasy was unlike her. She was supreme and proper, uptight, and dignified.

It felt like she could never, even when making love, make sounds like, But here she was, pumping back and forth against the invading tentacle. Her nipples hardened to tiny Pink towers. Her lips parted in panted breaths, making noises like a primal creature. Each time she breathed in, I could hear her sucking in desperate breaths. Each time she breathed out, she groaned.

A sound somewhere between a pleasure so intense it overwhelmed her and a pain so dull and all encompassing and numb their whole Body felt my body respond in kind. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the fabric of my bras pressed back against my nipples. Needs to causing them to run together with a delicious kind of friction that taunted me Tough. Get my attention. Building in me a lingering desire to feel the aching tips pinched and squeezed like a Age that wouldn't pass.

I heard Rebecca's car start to rise in full movement intensity. With each breath, she started to sound less like a wounded panty animal and more like a woman I'm talking I saw her eyes open. Her head lift up from its careless, straight position as she looked down at the monster that fucked her endlessly. Do you imagine? Oh, So give me a photo.

How'd fuck you? I saw why as I fell open eyes. Another fist shaped lumpy pumped slowly and purgelessly Pushing and demanding entrance to it. I felt my body grow. Warm.

One ache start to form between my legs as I squeeze my thighs closed tightly, gently rubbing them Together, instinctively trained to temper the urge I felt willing, because a base Send foolish thought. Mhmm. Came from experience, like, Stimulation at all may make my knee grow. I couldn't help myself. As I listened, Rebecca's whimpers and pants grew to a high, geyser pitch, and shape vanished from the tube and Up into her pussy, she cried out, her breath catching me, choking on her thin bliss of her body, spas And in another octave, I felt my mouth came open as it washed and She came like her life was ending as the monster delivered whatever it was depositing in her.

I could almost imagine her suffering. Faith must have felt like into her. God. Rebecca's eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolling like a dog as she came down. My hands had undone my belt.

I don't know when it happened. I didn't care. I watched in silence, my breath short, my fingers disappearing under the elastic of my panties. Mhmm. He degrated me.

Why was I like this? Why was I so turned on by this? My fingers brushed against the hood of my The soft, sensitive fall covering the hard little button that twitched once with anticipation. I heard my concerns escape my mouth and a side rush of air. The sensation ran straight It threw me, battering at my rational fears and concerns as my eyes fixed on the rolling of Rebecca's hips, and My finger dipped lower, feeling the warm wetness of my arousal as I ran a Go around my tight little passage and back up to my clit, Spreading slight juices in my desire across myself.

I match the movements of her on the screen myself and Trying to imagine what she must be feeling. Can you imagine what she must be feeling? Just put yourself there. Her eyes focused again, and she leaned up. She and the monster seemed synchronized.

It moved one of its tentacles up towards her head as she parted her lips wide, Making a sound like a hungry child urgently wanting something in her mouth. I watched with fascination. Two fingers slipping down my sacks and pressing at my hungry entrance as the monster's tentacle opened up, with my free hand, I reached out and hit the zoom, Getting a close-up shot of the appendage in a strange tip. From this angle, I could see more. The inner part of each petal was pink and glistened with a slime that seemed to coat the inside.

It was lined with small bumps that almost seemed to really go on their own, bathing and squirming. It was disgusting. Yet at the same time, I remember the petal pressed closely tightly over Rebecca X clamped on holding her. I pulled my fingers back and softly tapped my Quickly as I try to guess what those rolling bumps must be, like, pulsing and massaging her In the center of the creature's makeshift maul was an extendable and retractable part of the tube that made up the inside of the tentacle through which the bumps must have been passing. It was as pink and raw looking as the rest of the inside of the tip, Garlic in shape, almost as thick as 2 fingers, but clearly designed to flex and Stretch around the bulges.

I watched Rebecca lift Lift her head up towards the lowering tentacle and the sound of her moans become muffled as the central semi cock shaped part pushed into her I opened the pedals closed over her, 1 neither cheek, another over the top of her head, cradling it as I watched her throat Swire over and over drinking deeply of something. I couldn't take it anymore. I moved my fingers back down to my waiting pussy. The tears over the knee too much for me. At least I didn't easily hit my honey Sinking my underwear and counting the digits as they stretched me, and I groaned out in one knee.

I rested the heel of my palm against my clit, hooked up fingers up inside of me as if I were trying to touch my palm and Get him in me I wanted to match the rhythm of the sight on the screen, But it only took moments for me to lose my pace and feel my fingers start to speed up on their own. I fought keep my eyes from closing at pleasure, locking them on the scene of Rebecca drinking, the monsters come hungrily. Her hips dull rolling to meet every thrust as though she couldn't get enough as though there would never be an orgasm big enough to satisfy her. I knew how she felt. But the tentacle pulled away from her face, and I saw her desperately sucking the central stone, trying to hold on to it, Limping like she was being denied.

As it slipped from her mouth, her tongue doted out, caressing it as it left Like it was a lover. Her eyes glazed. Her lips went wet with something milky that ran like water down one cheek and her chin as she tried to catch it up, her lips vanishing between her teeth as she sucked on them, her tongue flicking out as far as it Could catch as many drops from her chin and cheek as possible. And then her fitful laughing stopped and her eyes focused again and grew wide. I knew that luck.

My fingers started to move deeper and faster Staring my palm pounding against my pussy as it fucked myself. I looked down the same time as Rebecca did, Spotting the lump moving up the tentacle towards her, I could hear her whispering. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Or was it me who had said that? My body started to tense. I could feel it tightening like a spring. My hand lost all sense of rhythm and patience, pounding and grinding into Myself, anything to build that sense of pleasure and tightness inside me more as I watched Rebecca's mouth start to open wide and her cries start to rise in line Copy the sounds of my own heat mimicking hers. Felt my pussy tighten and twitch around my fingers, all the Muscles flattening as the orgasm threatened to explode a moment too early.

With all my might, I held it back. My voice caught in my throat. My eyes locked on that lump. Drink squeeze into Rebecca's passage, And she screamed. The lump pushed inside her as she came.

I screamed with her and felt a ray gush of flames wash over my hands, sucking me. Oh, fuck. I can't look at the screen. My eyes rolled back and my head fell back, hanging half off the chair as my sex clenched and milked my fingers. I could smell my musk filling the room, sweet and intoxicating as my tremors came in shorter and shorter Maives, the scream became a sobb.

The sobbamon whimper as they slowly Calm down. My finger is stationary inside me. The flesh too sensitive to move right now. I caught my breath, Sitting still, my eyes closed. As the pleasure eased away, something else took its place.

A sense of guilt. Had I really just done this? Wasted precious Just moments here, like a wild animal touching myself. Watching my friend ravished by some alien. I wanted to cry.

I wanted to leap into action, but my body was too shaky for just a moment. My leg's too weak. And then I heard a metallic thud behind me, the sound of the grate covering 1 of the air ducts being knocked out. In the reflection of one of the monitors, I saw it. Something heavy, large, Purple and rubbery landed in the office, many long limbs lowering itself to the floor.