Lydia strode through the ruins of the Ultimar temple; she had been sent to track down eliminate several renegade male Slavers, a group of Slimers attempting to gain a foothold in the galaxy, trying to restore male dominance.
As she strode along, she pushed aside a series of debris ahead of her telekinetically, clearing aside massive pillars and old crumbling stone walls to clear a path to the structure before her.
Lydia could sense the energies of a dozen of Slavers up ahead, some fluctuating erratically. She knew she didn't have much time to find them. Seeing the rubble ahead of her increase, Lydia began to levitate. With one leg slightly bent and her arms slightly raised, she glided over most of the ruins gracefully, following the trail of energy.
Upon approaching the large stone structure, Lydia scanned the exterior with her mind carefully, looking for a way inside. A ghostly outline of the structure lined her sight, allowing her to spot possible entrances. Anything totally black in her vision was likely a passageway or hole, however small.
Finding an exposed passageway around the northern side of the structure, Lydia gracefully landed, tugging on her denim jacket to neaten it up and quietly snuck inside. Carefully gliding down a long staircase, Lydia soon found herself in a dimly lit dungeon. She could hear faint voices and footsteps echoing through the hallway up ahead.
Lydia's eyes glowed briefly; as they did, her body became completely transparent, blending in with her surroundings as she sneaked onwards.
Soon approaching the cluster of voices, Lydia glanced round the corner of the dungeon entrance, looking out into a large circular room.
The rouge Slimers were gathered by a central pillar in the middle of the room, checking through their supplies and weapons stashes, planning an attack on a valuable Slaver outpost in the next star system, one that could secure them a strong foothold in the galaxy.
She spotted one of her main targets, Nathan, the group leader; not the tallest of men for sure, average at best. Dark brown hair, similarly coloured eyes, equipped with a long hooded coat, a branded t-shirt and dark stonewashed jeans. He stood not far from the rest of his men. He stood with two of his henchmen, who held a pair of Slavers prisoner, one Male, the other Female.
Nathan was partway through infecting the male Slaver, excreting orange Slime through his hand as he latched onto their throat.
The woman already seemed very docile, almost limp as she was restrained by the henchman. Nathan smiled, sighing softly as the male began convulsing violently, the henchman practically unable to control him.
Observing as she stepped out into the open, Lydia moved towards them slowly. Still invisible, she almost came within arms reach when suddenly she was struck down by several restrictor beams, causing her to drop to her knees, held in place and unable to move as her invisibility quickly wore off. With a painful yelp, she was perfectly subdued.
The beams also seemed to suppress her powers, leaving her totally defenceless. Nathan and the rest of his men whipped round to see Lydia now caught in their trap.
Nathan laughed. "Oh, would you look at that lads! Guess who just wandered right into our laps?" Smirking as he approached her, admiring her slim build, with long light brown hair flowing over her shoulders.
Lydia tried to fight the beams holding her in place, straining as she tried to break free, but she was held so firmly that she could barely twitch a muscle.
"You've just fucked the whole galaxy over; you know that, right?" He said; she could see the temptation in his eyes glistening at her.
Lydia stared at him bitterly. "Well done... You must have a pretty strong telepath around to block my foresight." grunting as she tried to move her arms and legs. "Fuck." she muttered under her breath, staying calm and collected as Nathan stood before her.
"I figured someone would be after us eventually... But you? They really fucked up this time! Once I've sucked you dry, I'll be on the throne in no time. It'll be good to get you all off my back finally." Grasping Lydia's throat and squeezing as he began to feed on her, a strong stream of energy built up within Lydia and was quickly sucked from her body.
Lydia choked and gasped as Nathan drained her powers. He moaned as he closed his eyes, gripping her throat tighter, absorbing the stream of bright glowing energy pouring from her body.
"I've heard so much about you, Lydia and your rare abilities. I get to try them out for myself now. Don't worry; this'll all be over soon." He sighed, his body rapidly consuming the energy flowing from her, which soon began to turn a shimmering gold as he absorbed her regenerative ability, quickly followed by her foresight.
Lydia gasped painfully as she felt her powers being stripped away. Nathan's slime proliferated, filling out his relatively loose jeans. Soon the denim began to stretch, tightening up around his waist, crotch and ankles, evening out and adapting to his fairly skinny physique as they filled.
His slime component bubbled and oozed energetically, making the material of his jeans ripple subtly as it swelled, filling with Lydia's powers.
As Lydia began to feel weak, she wheezed harshly, struggling to breathe as Nathan kept a tight grip on her. But soon, she noticed that she could just about move her arms now, channelling her rapidly dwindling power; she tried to break free, almost freeing her left arm whilst Nathan was distracted.
Nathan's eyes turned a murky grey suddenly, now able to use Lydia's foresight as his own. Moments before she slipped her arm free, he yelled, "Grab her, now!"
