Betrayal at Apogee Delta

Betrayal at Apogee Delta

Tap - Tap tap tap - tap.

A single line of sweat ran down her forehead, and stumbled around the creases of her squinting brow and cheek. The room was pleasantly cool, and her skin was supple with gooseflesh - but Kara was hard at work. The bluetooth speaker she'd mounted in the corner of the ceiling across from her bunk was humming a steady, thumping rhythm, filling the room like velvet. The only light came from her wall-mounted sconces, emitting a dim purple glow.

Thunk - thunk - thunk.

The intrusion broke through her layered defense, igniting a fire of both anxiety and frustration.

Damn it, Grey!

She cursed the android. The knock at her door was metallic, and came from two-thirds up the height of the frame, so it couldn't have been anyone else. She petulantly ignored the sound, continuing her labor - straddling a body pillow with her panties around her knees, she was just about halfway to a good come and wasn't willing to give it up. Something about the nearness of another, even the android, heightened her arousal.

Her prized pillow had a port for attachments, and she was currently riding a new member she'd picked up at Proxima Reach a couple of weeks back. This was the first use, and she wanted to savor it. The cool air of the room felt electric against the sweaty damp of her exposed bottom half, and it spurred her on. Kara was in her late 30's, and athletic - Talia called her 'slim thicc', because her lean upper body and defined waist contrasted so strongly with her wide hips and full chest. She rode on, leaving her gyrations behind and moving on to straight-up squats on the xeno-dick toy. The sound of her labor grew wet and rose above the white noise.

Tap - Tap tap tap - tap.

'Fuck off, Grey!' She panted, blowing a curtain of rough ponytail out of her face. The wet sounds continued.

The android's response was muffled by the metal door and its rubberized finish. 'A bit harsh Kara. Luna wanted your opinion on outfitting the Raptor for landfall tomorrow.' As an afterthought, he added 'You know, I don't need my advanced sensors to hear what you're doing in there.'

Kara huffed. 'Whatever. I'll - I'll find her in a minute,' She let out a rather undignified sound as she found her sweet spot. Her arms straightened awkwardly, and her hips bucked - this toy was the real deal. She was just beginning to feel it 'self lubricate', which was simply a more polite way of saying that it ejaculated whatever sort of liquid you preferred, when her orgasm came. It had been weeks since her last come, and she fucking needed it. Her butt clenched as she drove her hips down like a hammer, forcing herself to envelop the full length of the thing. As her ears quit ringing she heard heavy footsteps receding from her doorway, and with a sticky mouth, shouted again, 'Fuck off, Grey!'.

The android chuckled to himself as he headed back to his workshop, reveling in Kara's frustration. He had as much sex drive as any human, and her consternation was a turn-on. Not all androids were created equal, but most of them were equipped with a full suite of human sensations and emotions. Some, like him, were also equipped with a port for 'accessories'. He'd be digging in his crate of options later, while thinking back to the sounds of Kara's messy self-pleasure.

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'I thought we were throwing in the new bucket seats?' Artemis pouted, kicking the sixty inch tires of the Raptor. It was a rugged six-wheeled buggy, originally manufactured for transporting squads of colonial commandos through difficult terrain. Beside her stood Echo Captain Luna Singh. The captain patted Artemis' shoulder in mock consolation.

'You know how it works, girl. Kara's in charge of the jeep.' Leaning back against the vehicle, Luna crossed her arms, and huffed. She was draped in her nightclothes - leggings and a cropped baggy T-shirt with a faded rhinoceros printed across the chest. It was rare to see Luna in anything other than tactical gear, and Artemis couldn't help but notice the subtle outline of nipple piercings showing through the ratty shirt - a detail she quickly filed away in her famously good memory.

Artemis sighed. Her ebony skin and cropped silver hair reflected the soft blue lighting of the vehicle bay, and she projected a sort of angelic luminescence among the grime and mess of the place. She was just opening her mouth again when Kara strode in. One shoulder strap of her coveralls was hanging down by her elbow, and her hair was a mess. She looked sweaty, and flushed.

Luna raised an eyebrow at the sight of her mechanic, and gave a mocking cat call. Kara waved a hand dismissively as she opened her tablet. 'You don't look so sharp yourself, Singh. You wanna talk about the jeep or what?'

Kara went on to explain the modifications she'd made for this drop - specifically, she'd swapped the usual tires for a heavier, puncture-proof variety, and replaced the ammo for the autocannon pintle mount with a load of flechette rounds. The planet they'd be landing on - Apogee Delta - was known for its numerous airborne predators, which may well prove more dangerous than a bandit ambush. Their war-golem, AS-FR 3, known lovingly as ass-fucker, had been given a SKAR combat shotgun and chest-mounted flechette launcher system in case things got close as well as an assortment of pouches and an armored backpack containing medical gear and a handful of places to safely stash away valuables. The golem stood motionless within a servo-cradle, slumbering before their mission. Ass-fucker's prime directive was to protect the Echo crew, and was usually only woken during planetfall or to act as a sentinel through long-sleep jumps.

The women nodded along with Kara's overview. Luna yawned, and Artemis struggled not to. Before long, they were headed back to their bunks.

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The crew awoke to the gentle hum of the ship's day-cycle systems coming to life. Stretching and yawning, they gathered in the mess hall wearing a variety of expressions. The prevailing mood seemed to be disapproval. This lead had felt shady right from the start, but the ask was clear and detailed - environmental and local threat information had been provided, and it all checked out with what was publicly available regarding the locale - Apogee Delta. The gist was simple - Make landfall a few miles outside of a small mining colony, push through the dangerous terrain and make contact with the colonists. They're then to retrieve a sample of ore from the colonists' mining work, and deliver it back to the broker's base of operations on Arcadia 3, or Arc-3.

"I still don't like the sound of this," Kara muttered, her brow furrowed. "The intel seems good, but the contact just feels shady. I don't know," she trailed off with a huff.

Luna reclined on a counter by their coffee machine, absorbing the vibe of the room. "I share your concerns, Kara. But we're professionals. You've made sure we're well armed, and Orion will be shadowing us in the vulture. There's a huge payoff to be had here, and you know we need it after we got fucked sideways through that border war out in Helios' Reach last year."

No one could argue with that. The Echo was still in need of repairs, and the whole crew was dangerously low on expendable income.

Talia wandered in just as Kara was about to open her mouth again, and cut her off. 'If you ever want to afford another alien dildo, or god forbid visit one of the arcades on Solaris, I'd recommend you squeeze your big rack into a sports bra and get into gear.'

Kara smoldered, brushing her dirty-blonde hair behind her ears. 'Easy for you to say, punk-ass twig. You wish you had these -' she flashed her chest, exposing her heavy breasts, '- so you might get noticed someday, and god forbid lose your v-card!'

Luna yanked Kara's shirt back into plac roughly, and grabbed Talia's face with her other hand. She said nothing for a moment, but stared both of them down. 'We drop in 30 minutes. Kiss and make up. Now. Orion, get the vulture powered up and be prepared to follow us down.'

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With a crunching

thud

, the raptor touched down on A-Delta, as the crew had taken to calling it. The drop harness and atmospheric parachute slumped back and out from the jeep like a sloughed skin, smoldering and crackling with heat-strain. Suddenly, Kara's head popped out from the turret like a small animal checking the environs around it's burrow. She panned around, checking for any immediate threats. Stealth was basically out the window at this point, and Kara's combat experience was kicking in. She thumped the top of the jeep, and it slowly ground its way up to speed, headed towards the unnamed mining colony.

Inside, assfucker was squatted near the passenger-side door, ready to offload and engage any threats to Kara and Luna. Luna was at the wheel, peering through the one-inch thick armaglass window and trying to keep them headed in the right direction. A-Delta was surprisingly beautiful - not quite desert, not quite plains. Ankle high grass covered most of the open plains, which were thickly littered with monolithic red-stone outcrops that rose ten, thirty, fifty feet high. They were beautiful, and they were also great cover for ambushers. Luna spared a glance back at assfucker, and gave the robot a nod which was returned brusquely. She cracked open one of the energy drinks she'd stowed in the console, a Pulse Pounder.

'Something in the sky half a klik east of us, headed upward. Orion, copy?' Kara shouted over the wind into her headset, hoping the other could make her out.

There was a loaded pause, followed by a static blurt through the comms. It had been Orion, that much could be made out, but little else. With a great whine of servos Kara swung around her pintle with the autocannon, trying to get a better view of what was going on in the sky. Cloud cover and dust in the atmosphere made it difficult, but she caught a glimpse of a whirling, snaking swarm of shapes headed for something in the sky just south of them. Realization dawned, and she shouted into her mic again. 'It's Orion, they're headed for the vulture - looks like crag racers, or maybe red locust!'

Another static blast was all they got in response, but Kara at last got a visual on the vulture. It was a small gunship, maybe 30 feet long and built for providing ground support. It was tough and agile for it's size, but was vulnerable to anything that got near it. Kara watched as the runner lights flared a brilliant red, then white, then red. She knew the signal - backing off to find cover. If he couldn't find cover, he may head back into orbit. She relayed this to Luna, who shouted back that they'd continue onward. They were just moments out from the compound now, and yet to encounter any resistance on the ground.

'I know you can smell the cash captain, but I'm feeling naked without air support here,' Kara shouted back over the wind. Her autocannon was now pointed straight ahead, as the silhouettes of a prefab village appeared on the horizon amidst a thicket of rock formations.

'Since when do you mind being naked?' Luna yelled back. She was laughing to herself, and took a long sip of her drink.

Kara smiled despite herself. She was about to stoop down and steal some of Luna's Pounder when a cloud appeared ahead. It murmured like a flock of starlings, but even from a distance she could tell that this was made up of much larger creatures. Luna saw it, and accelerated. The autocannon spooled up and started spitting flechette rounds with a steady crump, bucking in Kara's hands. The cloud was descending on them, and Kara confirmed the threat - red locust. They were six feet long, and looked much like a red grasshopper - they were armed with crustacean-like claws however, and a secondary pair of arms that ended in disturbingly human digits. All of this whizzed through Kara's mind in half a second, before her world was consumed by the insane buzzing of their wings as they swooped down and over the raptor in a violent flurry. The autocannon shredded them - two, three at a time they were torn to bits, which clattered off of the jeep's armored flanks as spent shells the size of a fist rattled back and off of the roof.

As quickly as they'd come, they were gone. The survivors of the swarm swooped into the shadow of a crag and were out of sight before Kara could track them. With a start, the comms lit up - a message spiked down from the Echo.

Echo to raptor 1, be advised. Vulture is grounded. Awaiti - - will return w - - confirm with me once you have - - sample.

Luna patted Kara's butt reassuringly as they listened to the static filled message. The colony loomed ahead.

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A few of the colonists had come out of their habs as the raptor rumbled to a halt on the outskirts of the place. Most of them were human, with the exception of a few vaguely reptilian looking figures which Luna was unfamiliar with. Probably good for labor in this climate, she thought to herself. With a shake of her head, she also wondered if Kara had a toy based off of the species. Luna unbuckled herself, did a triple-pat to check for her sidearm, knife, and discrete mic, before vaulting down from the Raptor's cab and striding toward the humble gathering. Ass-fucker stood five feet behind Luna and to her right, scanning the buildings as well as the few people who had ventured out to greet them. Kara remained on overwatch in the turret.

A tall woman with cropped blonde hair and wearing dusty green coveralls had stepped forward to meet Luna, introducing herself as Harriet. Kara instantly recognized that her garb was practically made for concealing weapons - a large waxed shawl draped her upper half, while her coveralls were covered in pouches and belts. She brushed the last few autocannon shells off of the top of the cab idly, keeping her eyes on the tall woman.

After a brief conversation Harriet had called back to the gang behind her, and one of the lizard guys had lumbered off to retrieve a small crate from inside one of the habs. The box was matte black, with three heavy duty clasps securing the lid and a faint blue luminescence emanating from what must be a viewport set into the top - from this distance, Kara couldn't make out any more than that. Lizard offered the box to Luna, who knew better - she called up Ass-fucker to heft the thing, while she had a few more words with Harriet.

Kara swatted at a bite on her neck and connected with whatever had bit her. She held up her hand to examine the culprit and stared somewhat dumbly at the little thing for a moment. It was a dart, not a bug. As she looked back toward the meeting, she saw ass-fucker standing at ease like an expensive coat rack, as Luna tried to wrestle off the lizard guy. Kara's mouth wasn't working, and she couldn't force out a yell, let alone words of warning. Her vision was spinning as she grabbed the handles of the autocannon, and it took every ounce of will she had to depress the firing levers. She dared not aim near Luna with the flechette rounds loaded, but she stitched out a hail of a half dozen rounds into the bystanders, and a half dozen more into the habs beyond as consciousness finally left her.

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Waking to the scent of an unfamiliar perfume, Kara blinked rapidly to clear her foggy vision. Everything was distorted, wavy. And

everything

didn't encompass much. Dim blue light barely illuminated what appeared to be some sort of workshop, or med bay. Failing to blink away the haze it dawned on her that she was viewing the room through curved glass, the front of a stasis pod maybe. Her breathing accelerated, and she suddenly bucked at the hips. Something was happening to her, and a quick squirm confirmed that her ankles and wrists were restrained. She bucked again and grunted as a sort of tickle lingered around her tailbone before shooting up her spine. Realization dawned like a switch being flipped, and she struggled to resist the onrushing pleasure. "What - thafuck -"

"Just standard tests and diagnostics, ma'am." A soft voice spoke into the pod via some unseen speaker. "We need to know what sort of shape you're in, and what gets you going. You know, so you can be assigned an appropriate place on the floor." The voice was androgynous, and pleasant sounding. A few moments of gentle beeping and hissing filled the silence before it spoke again. "Prepare for vision casting."

'Don't - you dare - call me

ma'am,

'

Kara was still panting, hot and bothered. She wasn't sure how she'd been made to come, and she wasn't sure what

vision casting

was either. Before she could begin to speculate, it was forced upon her.

Her vision faded and remade itself as a new scene. She found herself outside of some sort of upscale hab, peering through a sliding glass door. She watched as inside, a young woman in a hoodie and jeans was bent over the stone countertop of a beautiful stone kitchen. An alien that resembled lizard guy from the botched job was busy pulling down the girl's skinny jeans and panties, leaving them in a jumble around her knees. Lounging nearby on a posh armchair was an enkanii woman - an alien race Kara recognized. Her legs were spread, and she was watching as the brute began to penetrate the girl.

Kara lurched with shock as something entered her. Braced against the blue brick wall, she willed their cool touch to snap her out of whatever was happening. Inside, the lizard slowly pushed further into the girl, and it became obvious that she couldn't accept more than half of the thing's member. Kara squinted, arched herself awkwardly, and tried not to cry out as she felt the penetration in tandem. She tried and failed to logic through what was happening - her consciousness was filled with the ghost-fuck she was receiving. The Enkanii was now touching herself as she watched the scene like a bold voyeur, and the human girl was drooling openly on the counter as she kicked her legs dumbly. The brute was now thumping his prize with a steady rhythm, and Kara could see it's visibly swollen balls tightening. The thing's sack was the size of her fist, and she thought it might contain more than a single pair of balls. That thought too was clouded, as the thumping brought her to her knees with an embarrassing groan. Her butt was clenching hard, and she thought for sure that her insides were being rearranged by the phantom dick she was receiving. It was veiny, heavy, and had a surprising amount of squish to it.

The Enkanii chuckled and let out a smug sigh as she began really fucking herself - Kara could hear the squelching of a soaking vagina being roughly fingered. It was just too much. The girl on the counter was creaming herself, and Kara watched as a dribbling stream of mess began to erupt from around the brute's penis and splatter the countertop, her thighs, and the floor. Kara's vision swam and she found herself convulsing again as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. In a flash, she was back in the pod, fighting a losing battle against her restraints. Her head lolled, and she could feel warmth and wetness pooling around her waist. She must've soaked the bottom half of the pod, but she didn't have it in her to care. She took a shuddering breath, and promptly passed into unconsciousness once again.

Tutting to itself with a shake of its head, the pleasant-voiced android - Dymos - pored over the results of Kara's testing. The half-dozen screens that it monitored were awash with bio-data, video streams, and AI-generated reports offering results, suggestions for use, and methods of improvement. "Too easy, Kara. You'll never last on the resistance floor. A shame, that's where the money is. You'd make a fine gladiator though. Or perhaps just a premium arcade attraction. I'll put in a good word for you, perhaps they'll let you choose." Dymos sent out a signal to his underlings on the testing floor, instructing them to clothe Kara and transport her back to the dormitories.