Neekanah - Huntress Enslaved Ch. 02

At this point, showering risked giving the trio aboard her ship more time to get inside her room, and she wouldn't be near the console to override their attempts. She decided taking more time to clean up when she got to her suite would be safer, and quickly toweling off her sweat-covered body would have to suffice. Living as a pleasure servant ingrained her with fastidious habits, and even hurriedly preening herself left her looking fresh.

Nevertheless, the intense, delicious smell of Neekah's sweet womanhood filled her quarters. The Huntress took extreme care not to inadvertently trigger stronger lust as she wiped the soaked folds of her hood or the drenched mesh tucked beneath.

After drying off her delicate skin, she grabbed a clean suit from her closet. Neekah's updated white body stocking thankfully included a waterproof exterior lining. The older light grey suits she hid in the back of her closet constantly showed dark spots between her covetous legs and any sweat from physical activity.

Reaffixing the quilted padding to her chest activated the hidden vacuum, and soon, one of her suits again clung tightly to her skin.

Newfound modesty about her suggestive attire prompted some additions to her ensemble. The heroine hesitantly wrapped a sarong around her waist, fighting back exhibitionist urges. There was no time to equip her armor, and she questioned its need until traveling to Vad Mhor anyway. But baring the erogenous zones of her enticing suit in her present predicament risked unnecessary attention.

When the outline of her clitoral hood and swollen outer labia made her think about her overactive pussy soaking the fresh suit, she adjusted the sarong to cover as much of her ass and pubic area as possible.

Padding barefoot around her cabin in a rush, she finished filling a second pack with an extra suit, extended everyday carry gear, and a small gun. Three knives carefully hidden behind various padded sections fastened over her body stocking would likely be all the protection needed for a stroll through Hewnstone — but she still secured her favorite sidearm to her thigh to provide additional insurance.

Satisfied she had everything needed for the night, the erotically dressed Huntress looked in the mirror one final time before heading out. The sarong helped mask the most stirring features of her body, but it did nothing to hide her incredibly long legs and toned abs still on display. The trip to Vad Mhor would require at least a piece or two of her modular armor to cover the exposed curves, not to mention additional accessories to hide the rest.

Playfully turning in front of the mirror to proudly model her ass, and partly to double-check how well the sarong kept it covered, she mused, "It will have to do, I guess."

Stepping back into her shoes and bending at the waist threatened the modesty provided by the sarong and put it to the test. A single napkin could likely accomplish the same job, but at this point, she only wanted to get off the ship as soon as possible.

Leaving the symbolic anklets and toe rings so visible risked discovery, so Neekah fetched protective shrouds from her locker and slipped them over each transparent boot. The boot wraps left her soles exposed while she walked — but an increasingly wicked voice in her head wanted at least her feet uncovered. After some passing consternation, she decided to partially satisfy the irresistible exhibitionist urge and forgo any other covering.

Neekah also spotted a light pair of gloves to conceal the Caerulean skin on her hands. Only the line where her distinct skin's color framed her pale face and throat remained exposed.

Ignoring the mischievous voice urging her to leave her guise uncovered, she grabbed a lightweight helmet from her locker. The dimmable reflective surface of its oval visor masked her entire face and hid any remaining hints of her highly unusual coloring.

A neck dam included with the headgear contoured neatly to her slender jawline and graceful neck. She liked its look even without the helmet, and in addition to hiding any exposed color on her shoulders, it completed the environmental protection provided by her bodysuit's new design. A sleek hooded cowl over the helmet completed her ensemble and hid most of her ombre-colored hair down her back.

Even though keeping her Caerulean skin hidden preoccupied her mind, she hoped someday she would discover that the frightening stories about women like her were greatly exaggerated. Nevertheless, her hope died a little with every world she visited.

After sliding both lightweight packs over her shoulder, she tapped the security feed to monitor her inauspicious guests. They were busy prepping the ship's systems for diagnostic tests and still openly fantasizing about the sexy human female, making little effort to mask their excitement. Mercifully, their crude antics made sneaking past them more manageable, though a twisted part of her wanted to approach them to see how things might play out.

The rational side of her psyche hoped the older dock hands she had known years ago would react differently than these degenerate goblins. However, given her salacious appearance and docile disposition, she expected it would be the same as Skeve and his sleazy friend.

Once she slipped past the short creatures, who continued distracting themselves with oafish antics about her risqué appearance, she quickly exited her ship. The rushed exit left Neekah crouching down behind a nearby stack of cargo crates to take a moment to gather herself. During her quick rest, Neekah gawked down at her legs and scowled at what she found.

Usually, her legs were obscured, however ineffectively, by several sections of quilted attachments similar to what hid her slight chest. However, in her haste to bolt out of the Crucible unnoticed by Skeve's crew, Neekah neglected to secure them to the fresh suit she slipped onto her lithe body.

Instead of the shape of her hypnotizing legs getting obscured, they were left totally uncovered save for her skimpy vac-fitted body stocking. It resulted in an altogether pornographic aesthetic. Aside from her chest's padding and the skimpy sarong, she looked naked and pale as a ghost.

One of her knees dropped to the floor as she half-knelt to squeeze her thighs together while attempting to suppress a quiver of excitement in her pussy. Visions flooded her mind of exhibitionist walks through her hometown while being gawked at by people who might recognize her. A wicked voice in her mind suggested slipping the padding off of her chest, untying the sarong around her waist, and discarding her boots so she could dash barefoot through the town in her obscene bodysuit alone to attract attention from potential seducers. The idea of being pursued like a sluttily-dressed minx begging to be manhandled suddenly became very appealing.

Shaking away the lustful fog threatening to cloud her mind, Neekah began debating whether to sneak back to her room and attempt creating additional makeshift clothing. Dressing provocatively became the norm for the agent in recent years, but tonight, she found it extraordinarily distracting.

After escaping the horny Gremians, she felt a mystifyingly strengthening pull towards Hewnstone, which thankfully helped push her past the lustful compulsions to approach the aliens. Given the woman's mental state, predicting what she might have done if she encountered Skeve and his cohort up close was impossible.

More visions of a tall Caerulean woman getting savaged by two small goblin-like creatures ran through her mind. The prospect of having their disproportionally large cocks penetrating her soaking holes brought an overwhelming sensation about how natural it would feel. And she found herself squeezing her thighs tightly together again as she stifled a desperate moan.

Shaking her head and feeling shame for her vulgar thoughts, Neekah brushed the insane images aside and resolved to focus on surveying the path ahead and escaping the hangar.

Hopefully, once free from Skeve and her inexplicable impulses when he was near, she could set out towards the tunnels of the spaceport to get underway with the risky prospect of finding her room....

d. Into the Darkness

Moving through the hangar presented no surprises, and when she reached the spaceport's main causeway,she found little foot traffic thanks to the late hour. The few travelers she encountered made little effort to hide their glances as they eyed the enticing curves revealed by her tight clothing.

Neekah expected incessant stares in lustful Frontier worlds, but the attention still gave her a tingling sensation. Realizing she couldn't help but add a little extra sway to her tantalizing hips, the Huntress attempted to suppress her eagerness to put on a show.

After an uneventful span, while seldomly seeing other people, she noticed an oncoming group of four figures drifting towards her. They were gruff-looking, and her heart quickened as they closed in on her path.

She sneaked a fast peek before adjusting her cowl over one side of her face, then lowered her shoulder as they passed. A pang of nervous energy prepared her for a fight or flight response, and she almost jumped when one stranger lightly grazed past her and commented,

"Nice skirt, Legs."

Fighting back a flinch, the Huntress instinctively checked the tie to her sarong and, keeping her shoulder down to shelter herself, sped up her pace to escape from the men.

The one who spoke to her and crowding her path most had a rough, handsome look, and she bit her lip thinking about missed opportunities.

Ducking into an alleyway, she looked back while catching her breath. Knowing how she might struggle to resist if the man commanded her to entertain his crude flirtation made her mission suddenly seem impossible.

Realizing that if he looked back in her direction while she walked away possibly provided a potentially incriminating peek at the Caerulean soles of her feet caused both worry and excitement, though she dismissed the concern by rationalizing the color of her soles was far to pale to be noticed in such dim light. She knew something was definitely off with her anaphrodisiac, however, and she needed to contact her handler to ask about it soon, or face the ruinous results in Vad Mhor.

Neekah decided not to trust herself with any further heated attention, choosing to avoid strangers whenever possible going forward. She crept alongside walls, peeked around corners, and hid at every opportunity. Plenty of tunnels branched off the main path, creating places to conceal herself in shadows.

Recent events may have left her emotionally off balance, but focusing on subterfuge provided a much-needed break from thinking about her dire situation. Neekah excelled at being stealthy when needed, and she moved with feline grace as she stalked from one hideaway to the next. Her pearl-white suit provided little camouflage, but she managed despite the handicap.

The augment felt sheepish at crouching down to avoid everyone, but apprehension made the furtive effort feel necessary. Neekah's lithe body sensually clung to corners and walls as she waited for strangers to pass, unaware of her presence. The causeway's dim lighting made the frequent dark alleys and passages splitting away from the main path appear foreboding. Still, gazing into the winding underpasses as the causeway's light disappeared into the unknown shadows became enthralling.

The most ancient tunnels, which predated Hewnstone itself, revealed themselves with a simple touch of their smooth, rounded stone entrances or worn steps carved directly into the floor. The stale air drifting up from these old passages warded off curious explorers, and closer inspection of some paths revealed symbols and other markings identifying what lay beneath. Some served as warnings, others as invitations to the dark underworld. A peculiar serpentine glyph she recalled seeing in her youth stood out in several entrances, and she vaguely remembered having seen it on other worlds. The unknown terrors lurking down these old tunnels troubled her — and she recalled the scary stories adults shared to keep youth from wandering outside of patrolled areas.

Once again alone in these same passages, the superstitions of mining folk mixed with the reality of Halax brought about a feeling of helplessness. Her reaction became equally concerning, finding that many of the frightful possibilities lurking in the dark excited her. As she crept forward, insane sexual fantasies she thought had passed when she exited the Crucible were returning, drawing her attention to the inexplicable reckless penchant that plagued her lewd mind during this short trip.

Soon, however, the operative returned to an effortless pattern of agilely avoiding travelers. Focusing on stealth helped ease her mind from the worries of her surroundings. Yet, she knew these short-lived moments of clarity would continue to waver as the doses of her anaphrodisiac — provided by her intimate accessory — faded. The diminishing frequency of her microdoses added a strong sense of urgency to contact her CERRIS handler so she could acquire more of the drug. Barring a miracle, without the anaphrodisiac, she stood no chance of escape.

It wasn't all bad news, however. Even though the nocturnal shimmer of Neekah's iridescent eyes made her a prized game for slavers, it also made navigating these dark tunnels much easier. Her augmented vision perfectly complemented her visor's heads-up display and other technological enhancements, allowing her to perceive any threats and have ample time to react. Relief grew as she expected to quickly reach her room, but then she arrived at her first big obstacle in the journey.

Just down a deserted-looking promenade, the path narrowed around the causeway's maglev track. It was just wide enough to accommodate the tram and a small walkway. Right at the entrance, a small group of people had gathered in a meeting.

She considered simply walking past the group but, overhearing mention of a search, decided not to risk getting held up in their affairs. While scouting for her next surreptitious move, a member of the group described details about the investigation that piqued her interest,

"The only witness heard a scream, but they only found a torn dress on the ground by the time they arrived at the scene."

Murmurs among the gathering were barely distinguishable, but hushed references to acolytes and slave drovers caught her ear. Their ongoing investigation into this latest in a string of abductions seemed to be at its start, and she wanted no part in their questions.

A team of maintenance synths busily welded a small section of track just past the narrowing and offered sufficient cover for any sounds she might make slipping past the investigators. She mapped a path in her mind across the trusses and conduits running along the tunnel's ceiling — and boldly committed to her plan without much deliberation.

Skirting around the edge of the wall, Neekah found an overlook and squatted low on her heels, poised to pounce. While waiting, she noticed an odd ledge in the rocks high above her. It appeared a blended rock shelf led to a small fissure in the stone, and she barely made out a tiny marking to the side of the narrow opening. Resisting an urge to investigate further, the Caerulean refocused on her goal.

After a short time, an opportunity finally presented itself. Deftly stalking above the company of detectives, Neekah moved like a shadow and used the stone cave's supportive structures to aid her stealthy crossing. Escaping all notice, she finally swung from a lattice beam and gracefully landed inside the narrowing causeway leading out of the promenade, soundlessly touching down deep inside the tunnel.

The synths, if they sensed her at all, paid her passing no mind, and she triumphantly continued down the path undetected. Her impressive acrobatic display was slightly hampered by carrying two packs, but the success boosted her confidence after the recent worrisome events aboard the Crucible.

Trudging along the track, she thought about how the long journey would take only a few moments on a fast-moving tram. Her mind drifted to a fond memory of riding a magnetic monorail on one of the moons of Pleione for the first time. Racing through breathtaking alien vistas of wondrous landscapes dotted with magnificent cities whose splendor far surpassed Vad Mhor in scale and beauty- making her former life on Halax seem much smaller.

Remembering those huge majestic landscapes sharply contrasted with the discomfort from the shrinking surroundings around her — and concerns over the crime scene on the path behind conjured claustrophobic feelings. It felt like the path closed around her in more ways than one.

Her concern grew over the investigation. Details she overheard about the recurring abductions changed how she looked at the darkest hideaways along the path. Moments ago, she welcomed shady corners as refuges from strangers, but a growing fear took hold that places like those around her might serve as possible ambush locations for unseen enemies.

While guesswork over the abductions occupied her mind, she imagined chilling possibilities. Visions of a monstrous alien grabbing a poor woman and shredding her clothes off, then dragging her kicking and screaming down one of the passages into the darkness horrified Neekah. Another vision of a drover wrangling a free woman to the ground, stripping her, and hauling her off to Vad Mhor's slave auctions added to her growing anxiety.

A short respite from those dark thoughts emerged after the causeway broadened slightly and offered more choices for cover from potential peering eyes. The nimble agent gladly took the opportunity to slink along the walls again to avoid passersby, though she was more keenly aware of potential dangers lurking in the blackness. After a short time, she found herself fighting back visions of her shredded clothing left in tatters on the ground, and her eyes wide in shock as an unseen assailant dragged her helpless nude form to the depths while she madly clawed at a smooth stone floor.

After a pang of panic accompanying the vision subsided, Neekah considered how concerns for her situation failed to elicit normal reactions. Instead, her ordinarily wet pussy soaked the interior lining of her suit even more with its bioengineered lustful lubricant. Neekah subconsciously tugged at her sarong's knot to ensure it remained tied securely in position to hide any potential signs of arousal.

Thankfully, the vacuum fit of her obscene suit prevented its material from slipping across her skin as she moved.

An internal ventilation system impeded the wetness and kept the suit from becoming uncomfortable — instead edging those sexual stimulations towards being a subtly arousing frustration.

However, the temptress couldn't help but concern herself over whether the flimsy suit managed to obscure how wet her overactive pussy became at the slightest attention. Neekah feared her Mistress provided these lewd amenities in this version of her pet's outfit as something she could later take away, which she would often do at a wicked whim.

Neekah grew to realize such distractions meant the dose of drugs keeping her libido under control was beginning to fail, but she couldn't remedy that confusion alone. Usually, as the drug's potency faded, her heightened arousal would only further put those features of her body stocking to the test, further perpetuating her obsessive thoughts about them. Now, the sweet girl-cum which began soaking her wanton holes earlier in the night, became a soaking mess. And if the practically sheer suit failed, her wet pussy would spill down her powerful athletic thighs in obvious ways for anyone who glanced.