The Long Shot Pt. 10

Instead, she was cocooned in an oddly comforting warmth...

In fact, she felt...dizzyingly calm, as if nothing was wrong in the whole world. Her body swayed, then hooked and settled -- and she realized that she was being suspended from the ceiling by another stand. Something heavy dropped to her left. K'iren, settling down onto her spidery body as she clicked and clattered around Roxi's dangling, limp form. The cocoon felt so tight against her breasts, her hips, her ass, the strands slipping between the cleft of her ass cheeks. Roxi realized that the strands themselves were slippery with something...something that soaked into her hull and made her feel...

Soft and...

Sleepy and...

Mmm...

Good.

"Heh, you like that, don't you. T'yatian's use it to keep our victims still. Before the...feeding..." The sound of K'iren's voice came from behind her and a sudden gust of cool air blew against Roxi's cunt. She let out a muffled groan as she realized that K'iren had ripped the spiderwebs away from her sex. The cool breeze of the bridge was replaced, then, by the blazing hot sensation of K'iren's breath against her aching, desperately needy pussy.

K'iren's hands gripped her ass through the spiderwebs and purred, softly. "Well, well, well, what a tasty meal we have here. Don't worry. The boys will be here soon to run a train on you. But first? First, I've wanted this since you perved on me at Found..." She leaned in close, and her lips pressed against Roxi's cunt. Her tongue swept in, and she slid the tip of her tongue from the base of Rox's cunt to the very top, teasing the silvery edge of her taint. Roxi tried to scream, but her mouth and her lips were fused shut by the spiderwebs.

"Mmm!" K'iren sighed, drawing her mouth back. Two of her now clawed fingers thrust into Roxi's cunt -- taking advantage of the fact that Roxi's body was nothing but hardened composites and metamaterials now. She could walk on the surface of a star and likely not get much more than minor damage -- she could take the sharp claws of a T'yatian violating her. And K'iren knew it. Reveled in it. She thrust her fingers with brutal strength into Roxi, bringing nothing but spikes of intense pleasure. "I do find it absolutely fucking hilarious how subby you are, considering you got to be the ship."

Her grin was audible.

"Maybe that's why the Pantheon picked you." She kissed at the edge of Roxi's cunt. Roxi wanted to sob with pleasure -- but somehow, she couldn't cum. She felt as if she was pushed up to the edge, but a block was keeping her from doing it. Some variable in their simulated space was putting a barrier between her brain and her orgasm. Her hull felt several sizes too tight, too small. Her rubbey nipples ached and practically begged to be touched, to be stroked, to be twisted, to be bitten and tugged, to be brutalized, she didn't care, she just needed to feel something.

"Mmphhmmhm!" Roxi groaned, trying to get her desperate begging out.

"With great power comes great subbishness, huh?" K'iren purred. "Maybe I should leave you like this. I have my finger on your edging blocker, maybe I should just...walk off, lick my fingers clean, and let you twitch and quiver and whimper for a simulated hour before I let the boys in. How does that sound? Squirming and wriggling in this cocoon, achingly desperate, but unable to even touch yourself?"

Roxi sobbed into the restraints, trembling, bucking her hips, trying to signal with her body, with her soul, that she needed it. She needed it.

"Mmm, you know, we Trisk...we're not endurance predators, like you Terrans. We're ambush predators. I know, we don't really look it, but we are." K'iren's voice was a silky purr. "We get pleasure from different things, when it comes to the bedroom. And one thing that we Trisks love? It's when the ambush...is sprung..." She purred.

A weight landed on Roxi's back. The webbing suspending her from the ceiling groaned, stretched, and strained...and then a cock better than any cock she had ever felt slammed into her. It was long and exotic and flared at the base, that flare popping into her pussy, tying the cock to her as spider-limbs gripped her, and human hands held her shoulders. The snarling voice in her ear was powerful and masculine.

"Gotcha," Heinlein Clarksworld growled.

Then he began to utterly obliterate her.

Roxi came, and came hard, after just two thrusts. That just meant that her second and third orgasm, which followed on the first, were even stronger. It was like her pleasure settings had busted the knob on the upper limiter and she was going higher and harder than she thought possible. It definitely helped that Heinlein had taken to his simulated body the way that the Geodisics took to Opera. His hands gripped her tightly and his hips drove into her, his spinarette slapping against her ankles as he fucked into her with brutal, steady grunts -- while her ears picked up the slippery, slick sound of another cock entering another desperate, needy pussy, and she knew K'iren was not merely...watching.

"Mm, you flaunt your ass to every officer in the fleet, but it belongs to us in the end, doesn't it?" Heinlein purred.

"Mmhm!" she tried to scream, yes, yes, yes, oh yes.

"Knew it," Heinlein hissed, then gasped as her cunt clenched on him like a tightening fist. He trembled...and filled her...

Roxi trembled. Quivered. Mewled. He slid from her, leaving her dripping with thick alien cum.

Then the next cock pressed against her. Carcass' dark, sarcastic voice purred in her ear.

"I remember how this feels."

Roxi began to lose the ability to think rationally after that. It was just cock after cock after cock as her crew ran a train on her -- taking her again and again and again as the spiderwebbing became slippery and slick with her simulated sweat. They began to tear, then, and when she was finally filled with the last blast of hot alien cum, she was able to tug herself free, then sprawl, belly first, on the ground. Around her, her crew panted -- their forms shimmering as, one by one, they shifted from their T'yatian simulations to their more familiar forms. Heinlein was on his back, looking exhausted, while Carcass simply let himself sprawl out as a huge puddle. High panted, his tongue lolling.

Even K'iren looked totally blown out, her tail barely twitching.

"Re...Re..." Roxi closed her eyes. "Remind me to...thank the admiral."

Deet deet.

Roxi opened her eyes. Carcass' console was flashing with an incoming quantum com signal. She forced herself to her hands and her knees and crawled forward towards it, dripping cum along the floor as she went. Her brow furrowed, the words on the console utterly unintelligible to her. "Zuh? Uh...Car, your console is broken." She closed her eyes, laying her arms against the edge of the console, then laying her head on her arms, almost falling asleep right then and there.

"Console," Carcass said, his voice muffled. "Set from Fungal spore-glyphs to Interlac."

Roxi opened one eye and saw the console shifting around so that she could actually read the letters now.

[COMSIGN: TROPICOWORLD(TM), A FUN TIME TRIP FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!]

"...we're getting...spam," Roxi said.

"Ugggh," Carcass groaned. "You'd be...shocked..." He started trying to draw himself together, his form compacting more and more by the second...before the attempt slipped out of his attention and he unfolded, spreading out to a full puddle again -- clearly exhausted. "Fuck. You'd be shocked how much spam I have to filter. The dangers of ten thousand years of quantum communication automation, so much of it has been commercialized, even in a post-scarcity economic system."

"How and why?" K'iren groaned from where she sprawled.

"People don't need to make money. They still want attention. Thus, advertising." Heinlein lifted an arm and dropped it.

"Ah." K'iren mumbled.

"Can you reset our body sensations to baselines, we can't run through a full sim of recovering, we have to get going in ten subjective minutes," Heinlein said.

"Give me a second," Roxi grumbled. She was trying to find the block and ban button, to weed this particular quantum signal from their communication network for the rest of time. She pushed at a button, hoping that was the right one.

Instead, a black rectangle appeared and a white line scrawled along it. It was an audio-only signal visualization, the line quivering with the familiar wave-sign of a voice.

"-ello? Oh thank God, someone finally fucking picked up, I've been pinging fucking random ship inputs for the past sixteen hours!"

The voice sounded familiar. But it also didn't sound like an advertisement.

Roxi frowned. "Uh, sir, if you need assistance, you may need to wait, if you can. The Corps is-"

"Shut up," the voice snapped, cutting her off. "This is the CNS Widening Gyre, I am on an abandoned paradise planet and in need of immediate assistance. I believe I may have important data related to the Voidbringer threat."

Roxi gaped at the line.

"...hello?" Gyre asked.

"Please hold," Roxi whispered.

TO BE CONTINUED