Infestation

A harsh, metallic groan echoed through the dense hull of an abandoned space station. Across its gargantuan hull, the word 'NOROASTRUM' was emblazoned, though the once stark white paint had long since weathered and lost its luster in the dim light of the nearby red dwarf star. This was a sight that Chrys had come to see many times before.

Defunct manufacturing plants, resource silos, orbital mining colonies and black site laboratories; the relics of a bygone era of unregulated stellar growth. From the cockpit of her Reclamation-class vessel, she sat in the midst of a debris field that hung within the Noroastrum's gravitational field, maintaining a safe distance so as not to collide with any of the larger bits of salvage.

The two-bit bounty hunter had just returned from an expedition into the station itself, the mission being to retrieve a holodisk of data from the Noroastrum's central banks, information which the previous owners had a vested interest in seeing destroyed. The station's history was decades in the making, as nearly forty years ago it served as a forward operating laboratory for xeno-biological studies under a massive interstellar conglomerate, Stellar Paradigm Synergies (SPS). At a time when corporations ruled the stars, the most dubious and questionable of scientific endeavors were pursued on the outskirts of known space, and here in the Noroastri system the SPS had ventured to produce the most cutting-edge technological advancements in xeno-biology and gene splicing, only for the station to be abandoned over the course of Paradigm's dissolution.

Chrys' venture into the station had been harrowing, hours spent navigating the laboratories and manufactured habitats, fending off the plethora of escaped specimens that now ruled solely over the station. Had it not been for her compact evo-suit, she would've no doubt fallen prey to the strange machinations of some of those incessant creatures. She had succeeded in her mission, the holodisk was now in her possession, and she need only to calculate her navigation out of this derelict system to receive payment for a job well done. Of course, the coordinates for said rendezvous would first need to be sent.

As she set her gaze through the window of her craft, settled in her cushioned captain's chair, she would at last reach up to unclasp the latches of her evo-suit's helmet and pull it off, eager to breathe without the aid of a respirator. Her raven black ponytail draped loosely down behind her; for a space-born human, Chrys was perhaps average in all but her looks and the shapely proportions of her body, with pale skin and dark brown, almond shaped eyes that were often half-obscured by her bangs. Even in the relative safety of her ship, she would usually default to the snug comfort of her evo-suit, the slate gray material accentuating all the curves of her body from the significant swell of her breasts to the slight pinch at her waist, and the cushion of her rear and thighs.

After placing her helmet aside, she picked up the transmitter next to the main console, tuning to the frequency her employers had given her before she held the communicator to her soft, slightly pouted lips.

"This is Albatross." She began, utilizing her codename. "Package secured. Awaiting rendezvous coordinates for delivery. Please respond ASAP."

Her employers cared little for her time, and would likely remain radio silent for another hour to ensure there were no phantom spectators monitoring the frequency. Typical, she couldn't help but think, rolling her eyes as she watched the Noroastrum with a slight sense of anxiety. Her fingers tapped on the arm of her seat, legs crossing and uncrossing as the seconds tick into minutes. Why was she feeling so cagey? The nature of the things on the station had put her quite on-edge, in retrospect. They were insectoids, the outlawing of which had come in the wake of countless species being designed for the most inhuman of purposes; the ones she encountered most frequently were arachnoid, little flat-bodied and chitinous spiders with long tails.

Given the nature of the databanks on the station, she was able to unearth some of the developmental notes from the scientists who had bred those things, and the breadth of their experimentation had shaken her. Creatures designed specifically for reproduction with humans, specifically to incapacitate their hosts and promote their own constant, fervorous propagation. Made to latch onto their targets, finding any orifice that they might slide their ovipositors into, administering fluids laced with a chemical cocktail that would render their victims practically catatonic and addicted to their vile run-off...

It drove her stomach to churn, thinking about how one of them had leapt onto her helmet as she had gunned her way through a swarm of them. Its legs latched on, and she was made to watch as the unsightly sheath on its underside split and its grotesque, lengthy alien member plunged out, as if seeking her lips. So potent was the things stench that she could almost smell it through her helmet! Her evo-suit's regenerative fabric quickly mended itself as the swarm slashed and tore, its systems thankfully not failing even as she knew in the aftermath it would need recalibration. For once, she had cursed herself for not wearing anything underneath the suit itself, though she reasoned anything that was worn underneath wouldn't have saved her if her suit's systems had failed in the end.

There had to have been thousands, and she knew that somewhere in that station, there were probably looters and salvagers who had fallen into their nests and added to the unseen droves of incubators that would've facilitated such numbers. The more she dwelled on it, the more she began to stir, brow furrowing as she silently wished for some way to destroy this lumbering monstrosity of a space station and know those horrors were exterminated from the universe permanently. She wasn't sure why her employers hadn't done as much themselves, if they intended to keep this place's very existence under wraps. Perhaps they still had a vested interest in the awful things that dwell there; the idea made her sick.

After a beat, her eyes widened. She...was feeling somewhat ill. Not just from her thoughts, but from something else, her mouth pooling with warm saliva as she sat up in her chair. Something was wrong.

Softly, Chrys sniffed at the air. Beyond the smell of the thawed oxygen that filtered into the cockpit, there was something else acutely off, and dreadfully familiar; hints of the potent musk that had seemed to hang around those little insectoid creatures in a dense miasma, which she'd only gotten hints of through her helmet. For a moment, she rationalized even as her breath quickened, chest rising and falling a bit faster as her eyes dart left and right. Surely their stench was just lingering on her suit? That would make the most sense; she'd only just taken off her helmet, of course she would only notice it then.

Her pistol was right in front of her on the console, and her helmet sat beside her. All she had to do was put her helmet on, and the musk would no longer be a hindrance. The thought brought her relief, especially as she remembered how good of a defense the helmet had been before, and quickly she grabs it in both hands and brings it forward in preparation to clasp it back into place.

'CONK', from just above, a noise so loud it sent a jolt of shock through Chrys' body as her head snapped up toward the sound, perhaps the worst decision she could've made at that moment.

From the shadows, the shining carapace of her intruder reflected the stark red light of the nearby star, making apparent its six legs and long, coiling tail. When Chrys at last laid eyes on it, no amount of reflex would save her, the thing already dislodging itself from its hiding place and seizing the opportunity which she had unwittingly presented.

A meaty slap sounded off as it smacked squarely onto her face, her vision engulfed in darkness as a loud, shrill scream exploded from her vocals, the evo-suit's helmet toppling off of her lap. Panic engulfed her, hands flying up to try and wrest the thing away from her face, but it's spindly legs enclosed about her skull like the bony fingers of a skeletal hand. Already she thrashed unrelentingly in her seat, head thrown left and right as she claws desperately to work her fingers underneath it's central thorax, even as its foul and unabated stench assaulted her nose like an intoxicating fume!

It stung the nose, her eyes welling with moisture as they clamp shut, and involuntarily her screams devolved into a series of hard coughs and gags as she felt the insectoid's fleshy underside smearing excretions onto her face. Its long spine-like tail coiled downward, wrapping itself around her throat, just as had happened when the other one had landed onto her helmet. She recalled it now with horror, the process of it rooting itself in place, and without thinking she knew what was next to come.

Chrys' mouth, salivating uncontrollably almost at the behest of the creature's pungent scent, had no time to seal itself; the creature's underside split open, and its grotesque cock surged forward, now with no visor to halt its advance. It's girth plunged into her mouth, a sharp and helpless shriek turned to a piteous gurgle as its length pushed her jaw down, its dense slime coating lathered atop her tongue as it curved down the moist tunnel of her defenseless throat. From the outside, she was leaned back in her chair almost in a state of paralysis, the creature immovably fixed upon her head, and a defined bulge now present in her slender neck that extended well past the high collar of her evo-suit.

"Ghlkgh! Ghmmnophlk-"

Horror. Pure, unadulterated horror swept through every corner of Chrys' mind, the thing she had most feared coming to pass in a matter of seconds. How could these things have gotten onto her ship?! It should've been sealed, every hatch and aperture secured, at least so she had thought. What did it matter now? Escape - she had to escape! Blindly, she pulled herself forwards from her chair, suffering what felt like a bout of vertigo as her hands scrambled against the ship's console to find her pistol. That side-arm was her only hope, but the creature evidently was not permissive to her resistance.

The throbbing, prehensile shaft of the insectoid's ovipositor seemed to flex as it sits like a hot rod of iron down her throat, Chrys occasionally gagging harshly and swallowing involuntarily around it, the sinew and muscles of her esophagus working to expel that immovable intruder. She keenly felt the mutant insectoid's cock with horrific detail, how the ribs of its shaft dragged at the walls of her throat, as well as the spoon-shaped end of its phallus that dipped farther down than any man she had ever previously been with. Even if it had not clung to her face, pulling that juicy prick from her throat would still present a challenge, but a brief surge of relief would wash through her mind as it's cock seemed to be pulling itself back inch by inch.

Was it stopping? As it passes the halfway mark, Chrys' nostrils flare and draw in deep breaths, even as the air was tainted with the creature's musk, and she half-expected it would unlatch itself and scurry back into the bowels of her ship. No sooner had she finished that breath did its cock violently spear itself back down, her eyes crossing and her body falling back into her chair once more as the insectoid proceeded to batter her lips by thrusting itself in and out at an almost mechanical speed.

"Ghlk-ghlk-ghlk-ghlk-ghlk-ghlk!", like the rhythmic chugging of a train her vocals rose in mostly involuntarily sounds as her tender throat is fucked, the intruder caught up now in a breeding frenzy as it had finally found an unclaimed incubator with which to spawn a new swarm. Its cock moved with unprecedented force in and out, pinning her back against the headrest of her captain's chair, which seemed to creak and squeal in protest. Her hands, yanked away from their desperate search for her side-arm, wildly groped at the open air as if searching for something to grab hold of, anything that might save her from this awful fate. The worst had yet to come, however...

With a sharp 'Snap!', the hinges at the base of her chair would give way, the back falling down and bouncing into a perfectly vertical position, Chrys' body left lying supine within her cockpit as the incessant beast on her face continued to roughly claim her. It was not alone; where there was one, there could often be found many more, and it so happened that a total of five had snuck their way onto her ship during her intrepid mission. Now they crept out from their hiding places, crawling up the chair and scouting Chrys' body, the pinprick sensation of their spindly legs felt through her evo-suit as a wet, onerous groan sounded off from her occupied lips.

During her mission, her suit's regenerative calibrations had been pushed well to their limits at the onslaught of the insectoids that she had cut a swathe through. Now, unbeknownst to her, those capabilities would not withstand what was to come. The insectoids dragged their pointed limbs along her curves, the taut fabric of her suit giving way with a series of ripping sounds, some of those tears slowly mending back again within the first few minutes. The mending would begin to abate the longer it went on, the little chip that enabled the suit's abilities soon giving a sparking hiss as it short circuits, and at last her only remaining line of defense was disabled. As the suit's material failed to stitch itself back together, their combined efforts would soon leave her in tattered and ruined nano-rags, her pale skin lined with red scratch marks as her heaving tits soon rip through the tattered fabric, exposing her stiffened cherry-pink nipples.

In the dense and inescapable haze inflicted on her mind, Chrys does register that she's been exposed. Her body stung where their little legs ran against her skin, and even in the chill of the cockpit, every inch of her was left blazing with unexpected heat. What was happening to her? Even her arms and legs felt enervated, all the fight she had shown initially now hemorrhaging away, leaving her weak and almost limp. Like a spark, she realized; the thick, lubricating slime that coated the insectoid's cock. It's chemical compounds were engineered specifically to subdue their prey...and that very same compound was getting roughly fucked down her throat, it's earthy flavor plaguing her tongue as her saliva bubbled and frothed around her lips with each muffled groan that escapes her.

The effects went beyond pacification, as now her tight pussy would ache for attention, sweat beading up along her abs and the swell of her breasts and dripping down her curves as she wriggled in her place, legs shifting as if to spread for her violators. A clean rip along the seam of her groin had exposed her womanhood, pert lips puffed with arousal and already a droplet of her excitement would roll down her asscheeks. It began to feel as if a fire was being stoked in her belly, the flames of which radiated beneath her skin, a rumbling inferno that was begging to be quenched.

At last, one of the insectoids finds her crotch and its legs latch on accordingly, over her hips and beneath her plush rear cheeks as its abdomen is squeezed in between her thighs, and it adjusts itself to align right against her aching pussy. At an unceremoniously rushed pace, Chrys would experience another thunderous wave of awful, intermingling pleasure and pain as the insectoid's cock launches forward much as the first one had down her throat, her back arching and her throat seizing in another stifled scream as her moist cunt is split by the girthy ovipositor of her captor, spitroasted from both ends in the cockpit of her own ship.

Was there any hope left...?

Thoughts of escape would seem as distant as the sun's fleeting warmth, both of those little monstrosities proceeding to pump and withdraw themselves from her sodden holes in an almost synchronized pattern, her body now being jostled and shaken upon her chair as a small bulge presented itself just below her navel. While her throat had been sorely unprepared for the energetic fucking it would receive, her body had been unwittingly prepped to have her tight slit plundered, and likewise her inner walls were made pliant, almost welcoming to the creature that used her so vigorously. Its cock delved in, stirring itself around and churning her tight slit as her outer lips clung against its girth, thighs rippling, and the muscles of her pussy pulsing as her hips began to shift and wriggle. Inebriation of a sort was beginning to take hold, Chrys' mind clouded with dense fog as her tongue pushed against the cock in her mouth, cheeks even hollowing in as she weakly sucked against it.

Perhaps...Perhaps, if she was to just appease them, there was hope for escape? After their eggs were deposited, they should die on the spot, but could she really subject herself to so much depravity? They would have their way nonetheless, the only option left to her was complete and total submission, her defensive walls slowly melting under the intense heat of their aphrodisiac excretions.

The others, unknown to her, weren't idle as the first two claimed her pristine body. Four more crawled around the space of the cockpit, almost as if evaluating it as a central hub for the nest they would no doubt be establishing. Using their alien glands, they began to produce a fibrous webbing that they draped across the space, forming patterns and heavily festooning the small, enclosed area. All the while, the fervorous and sloppy sounds of coital conquest continued to emit from Chrys' defeated form, her body beginning to twist and shift more intently as she felt herself slowly building to a climax.

No...no, she couldn't. She wouldn't! Never would she think this kind of feverish nightmare would ever inspire so much pleasure, but as that ropy cock continues to pump into her tight pussy, she could not deny the continuous effects of their genetically engineered secretions. It was smeared inside of her, and likewise her inner walls blazed with erotic stimulation, even her throat now as tender to touch as any other erogenous zone while these creatures forced her ever closer to a harsh and unrelenting orgasm...!

"MMNNFH~!" The dam would finally burst as she spasmed atop the chair, her tight slit roiling with orgasmic bliss as her mind blanked white, and she's carnally fucked all the way through her first unwitting climax. Her excessive arousal creamed up around the pumping ovipositor of the beast at her groin, and her excitement served almost as a signal to them that she has been made perfect for insemination.

At the same moment, both their lengths pushed in deep, as if to hilt inside her mouth and pussy respectively as the ridges along their shafts flare, and - no, they weren't flaring. They were simply expanding momentarily, as rounded shapes began to pulse down along their lengths, accompanied by hot ropes of thick, lubricating alien seed that shot down her throat, forcing her to swallow lest it drown her. Dense, spherical eggs would pop out from their broad tips, passing down her esophagus, and even more horrifically pumping straight into her defenseless and slime-laden womb. Their weight and warmth were akin to pearls laid into her, clusters that marked her insides as their home, while Chrys' horrified mind contorted in the throes of a second orgasm that shockingly rushed up to send tremors through her once more.

It was like their corruption had made her anticipate this raunchy conclusion, and it was with this that the two insectoids had fulfilled their engineered purpose; their cocks slid back, pulling out of her holes and leaving her sodden with their reproductive juices, her sore pussy oozing and her battered lips fully glazed with that awful byproduct. The creatures unlatched themselves and with one final hiss, they curled up and sloughed off to the floor each with a heavy clank, leaving her lying there like a used rag upon the chair.