Ensign Janice walked carefully down the corridor of the USS Ageman, phaser in hand. Her eyes darted back and forth in the dim hallway, one hand sweeping the gun back and forth, the other tugging at the hem of her short uniform skirt.
"Goddamn uniforms," she muttered under her breath. "Men get pants, but we get miniskirts, pantyhose and fucking go-go boots."
The announcement said that there was an intruder on board, and the small crew spread throughout the ship; she and that inept Lieutenant Collins were assigned to cover this deck, and she hadn't seen him in a while...A small noise behind her spun her around, peering into the darkness, searching. A small drop of water struck her on the shoulder, and she instinctively looked up.....
Tentacles descended upon her from out of the darkness, knocking the phase pistol from her hand and grabbing her wrists. She struggled against the creature's grip, but the harder she pulled the more tentacles descended upon her: ankles, thighs, waist and arms all wrapped in the monster's grip. She struggled, gradually becoming suspended in the middle of the corridor.
She cried out, hoping Collins would hear and come, but to no avail. As she screamed, a smaller, darker-colored tentacle passed in front of her face. She watched the thin tendril run along the front of her uniform, across her tense, hard stomach. It slid across her covered breasts, the sensation causing her nipples to strain against the uniform material. A small moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it.