Will of the Macine:

Maya Reid is not a girl many would take a second look at, by all metrics she's rather forgettable, not even that conventionally attractive. She knows this quite well as she has always struggled to make friends, let alone secure romantic or sexual interests. At 19 years old she is tall, quite asymmetrical and flat as a board both in the breasts and posterior. If she had anything going for her it was her hair and eyes, the former a blazing, lusciously deep red and the latter a delightful green. If anything all of this piled onto the fact she was a bit of a nerd as well. Still there are certainly people out there that would find her attractive, but such people are few and far between in her situation and even fewer are people she would actually like to encounter.

For Maya, another day had come and gone and the highschool senior was yet again forced to walk home. Her parents loved her, they truly did, but even they could not hope to remain unaffected by her aura of forgettability and so regularly the need to pick their child up from school would slip their minds. By now she was quite used to it and was thankful that when she'd been much younger such a thing never occurred, at least she'd had toddler adorability on her side back then to keep her existence firmly entrenched in the minds of others.

Besides, it's not like the walk was a bad thing, sure it was a solid two miles away but that hardly mattered to her, it kept her in shape even if the shape was thin and athletic rather than curvy like she wished to be. Today, however, things were going to change in ways she could never imagine.

Texting her mother that she would be out late as it was a friday evening and she tended to venture off into the forest, she turned off the path she would normally take to get home and delved deep into familiar territory. It was one of her ways of destressing after a week of school and it was probably one of the few things that kept her sane.

So through those ancient halls of bark and leaf she traveled, almost immediately at home in the depths of nature as she tread upon paths she knew intimately. At this time of day the atmosphere of this place was nearly perfect, though as the sun would begin to set it would reach that state of perfection she so loved. Today she felt a bit more confident in her navigation abilities and so decided that she would go a little further than normal, passing by the small, boulder-filled clearing she would typically stop in and instead seeking out fresh wonders for her to experience.

And so it was that she happened upon something she had not expected. A cave, a deep looking one if she had to hazard a guess, and as she looked at it, something seemed off about it. For one thing, the surface of the stone was too smooth, glassy even one might say. It filled her with a sense that something not quite natural had happened here and it piqued her curiosity, but also a sense of trepidation.

"It's just a cave, Maya. Nothing to be worried about. You can do this, you're a big girl after all." She murmured, psyching herself up as much as she could.before taking that first, tentative step into the unknown.

She was correct in her assumption that the cave was deeper than it appeared, the floor sloping downwards gently and curving to and fro. Though some small, rational part of her mind told her this really wasn't a good idea in the slightest, the louder part of her mind fed her curiosity till it was the sole voice in her head, urging her onwards. If this was a bear cave, then she'd not seen hide nor hair of one, let alone any sign that a bear even lived here.

Time lost all meaning as she kept delving deeper and deeper, the only source of light being that of her phone. Finally though, she broke out of the winding tunnel and into a cavern that seemed to stretch on forever. While that was a spectacular sight unto itself, it was what lay within the cavern that held her attention and her awe.

Buried deep in the stone sat a ship. Not a sailing ship built by human hands, but the sleek metal hull of a starship. Even in the dim light of the cave it still managed to glint and gleam enticingly, and while she knew she should take many pictures and then turn around and leave, she did neither. Instead she once more put one foot in front of the other and began her descent towards the ship.

The closer she got, the larger it became, till she realized that it was no mere personal shuttle or even a smaller ship, but a proper ship, the kind that could hold hundreds of people easily and without strain. Just how it had managed to come to be in this place without anyone noticing was beyond her and her nerdy mind whirled with possibilities. Obviously her thoughts leapt to imaginings of aliens in distress, brave adventurers who ran afoul of bad luck and crashed long ago, though how long ago this was she didn't know. Perhaps it had been far more recent and the aliens had either managed to go utterly unnoticed or perhaps managed to wipe the minds of every human being in existence while simultaneously scrubbing every form of recording device.

That last option seemed highly unlikely, for the moss growth that covered portions of the ship suggested that it had been here for quite awhile indeed. Finally she made it to the ship, which loomed over her and stretched on for quite a ways, a hand rising and brushing along the smooth surface of the hull. Cold metal slid under her fingertips and she could find no evidence of seam nor bolt upon it. Indeed it felt as though the entire hull was a single, solid piece.

Of course thai made little sense, as construction a vessel of such size would be far more complicated were the outer hull a solid piece and not made up of much smaller parts. Of course she didn't know who built it, it could be entirely possible that such a design choice was feasible for the builders.

Maya paused as her fingers brushed over a rough patch of metal, the smooth surface now marred by dips and ridges. Intrigued, she pressed her fingertips against this patch more firmly, and gasped as a hidden door opened for her.

"Well I wasn't expecting that." She murmured, peering through the doorway to find there was another door some five feet away. An airlock surely, it was the most logical thing after all. Throwing caution to the wind she stepped inside, the door sealing shut behind her and darkness enveloping her. It did not last for long, as a soft violet glow emanated from the floor and ceiling, giving the space a somewhat eerie feeling to her. The inner door cycled, sliding open to reveal a long and dark hallway.

She could not shake the feeling that she was being watched, yet she saw no evidence of anyone or anything in this place with her and though the feeling was worrying she kept putting one foot in front of the other.

The halls would illuminate as she entered them, providing her with enough light to see where exactly she was going, yet there was no signage of any sort that she could discern and so she was merely wandering about, looking for any evidence that the owners might still be around, though some small part of her knew they weren't. Still she wished to be sure that she wasn't about to walk in on some alien trying to fix the ship and thus cause some sort of incident.

A large door opened and revealed a larger room filled with consoles and seating for beings much larger than she. Yet still she found no evidence of the crew anywhere, not even scraps of clothing, if they wore any that is. Curious still, she ventured inside and took a look around, poking the flat, smooth screens of the consoles in the hopes that she might turn them on. Instead, all that happened was the soft thunk of her finger against the glass.

With a huff she turned around and nearly began walking for the exit when she spied the captain's chair, or at least, she assumed it was the captain's chair. It was the centermost seat in the room and looked moderately fancier than the rest, it was important surely. With a soft hum she strode up to it and finally noticed just how sore her legs had gotten, how heavy everything felt. And so she concluded that perhaps a quick rest was in order. The ship was dead after all, not like sitting in a comfy looking chair would cause any sort of problems.

With a grunt she hauled herself up onto the cushioned seat, sighing as she sank into it slightly and leaned back, closing her eyes as she did. It felt good and gave her no small amount of relief. As she got comfortable she didn't notice anything was amiss, at least not until something below the chair whirred to life. Bands of warmth snapped into place over her wrists and ankles and her eyes snapped open to see just what was happening.

The bands looked like black sludge that flowed over her flesh with unnerving ease and did little else but keep her firmly seated. She called out for help, but silence was the only answer she would receive.

"Okay Maya, don't panic. I'm sure this is perfectly normal, nothing to freak out about...right?" She said, her chest heaving as she peered about and looked for any sort of release system that'd set her free. Instead she got to witness the floor splitting open, revealing an empty space beneath the chair into which it descended. Screams erupted from her, as any thought of staying calm in the face of the unknown was quickly banished, but as the floor sealed up over her head, another band of black sludge slapped into place over her mouth, silencing her cries.

Alone in the darkness, she knew not what awaited her. Would she suffocate or starve first? Or maybe the ship itself would kill her in a more direct manner. As it turned out, the ship had another use in mind for her, as she felt something warm start to slither up over her legs, slipping underneath the skirt she wore. Her mind went into overdrive, unable to focus on any one thought or idea as whatever it was began to explore her figure. Some even started to cover her throat, slithering down under her blouse and exploring her chest. She felt as though perhaps she was about to be eaten.

Instead, she was being evaluated, a test to see if she was what the ship needed for continued survival and while she passed (just barely), there was room for improvement. As so the sludge went to work.

A sudden coolness washed over her, as the sludge began eating away at her clothes. She tried to make sense of what was happening, only for her mind to focus on something else that started to happen, as the sludge began to invade her mouth, forming a particularly phallic shape. Now, as non-traditionally attractive as she was, she'd at least given a blowjob once or twice and so knew what a cock felt like when it was lodged between her lips. Which was why she was terribly confused by what was happening. Involuntarily her tongue swirled around the object lodged in her mouth, all while more of the sludge flowed over her now very naked body. It pooled in certain places, namely over her nipples and pussy, toying with each in turn and making her body buck.

She didn't want this, but there was little she could do to stop whatever this thing was that was having its way with her body. She struggled against her restraints, an involuntary groan leaving her filled mouth even as she felt something thick and hard spreading open her lips down below. Much like the phallic object in her mouth, it was warm and it also seemed to mold itself to her channel, filling it up to the brim and then some. Now, considering the most she'd ever done with a boy was give him a blowjob and had thus far emerged with her virginity intact, she was more than a little alarmed that it was about to be taken from her.

A pair of slithering sludge tendrils slid into her ears and delved deep, her mind flying into a panic just as the material made contact with her brain. And just like that, her panic evaporated, replaced with a heightened sense of pleasure that had her back arching and a deep moan leaving her filled mouth. Her nipples hardened, whatever it was that was covering them began to tug and roll them. Her clit received the same treatment, a thousand tiny tongues swirling around the sensitive nub. Her pussy promptly gushed around the intruder, coating it in slick juices that would soon ease its passage.

The intruder pulled back, leaving her feeling empty save for the tip of it and then thrust forwards, spearing through her maidenhood with terrifying ease. Yet she did not feel more than a slight twinge in her loins, a twinge that was drowned out by pure bliss as the length went deeper than her fingers ever had. The same happened in her mouth, the phallic shape pushing past her tongue and into her throat. She knew that she should be unable to breathe with it lodged so deeply, yet she found she was having no trouble doing so. The tendril wormed deeper into her throat, pushing down into her chest with unerring determination before stopping and starting to retract.

A steady pace was set between her legs, the length there pushing deeper and deeper till it encountered her cervix, the turgid tip battering it with every thrust and leaving her squealing around the objectively lurid tendril in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back, her body writhing upon the seat as she was invaded by this unknown entity.

Her violation was not fully complete however, as she felt a pressure forming against her rear, seeking to gain entry into that final passage. Her squirming intensified before she felt the length slip inside, the same girth and rigidity as the one in her pussy. It made her groan, a feeling of satisfaction flowing through her that she'd never felt before. It worked its way deeper into her body, matching the one in her throat for depth and then surpassing it.

Suddenly she came, her legs snapping together and her chest heaving as she let out a scream of pure, unadulterated bliss. It felt like it lasted forever, and when it finally did begin to die down she felt another fast on its heels. Sweat beaded on her pale skin, her hair growing steadily messier the longer this thing had its way. Yet she didn't want it to stop, as frightened as she had been when it all started, she wanted it now, needed it even. Her hips began to move in tandem with the tentacles, trying to take them deeper and deeper. She succeeded in this endeavor, feeling the one in her throat push down into her stomach, only to be met by the one coming from the other direction, the two forming a single, unbroken limb that filled her completely. The one in her sex however, paused, tiny, manipulating digits forming at the tip and working their way past her cervix, gently teasing it open enough for the much larger appendage to slide on through.

She shuddered uncontrollably, her gaze vacant as it invaded her womb. The phallus shifted, altering its form and she got to experience something truly inhuman. A bulbous shape traveled up the tentacle, pushing her soaked, silken lips open wider than before, the object, or rather, objects, pushing through her passage till they got stuck at her cervix. But as the masses built up, the first began to push on through, suddenly popping inside and coming to rest in that cradle of womanhood. With each deposit inside her womb she let out another pleasured squeal, her walls clenching around the tentacle lodged in her. After the fifth had come to rest inside her, the first popped, exploding with a deluge of liquid bliss that sent her over the edge into a sea of climaxes. Her mind went blank, and the tendrils that still curled around her brain went to work.

Explosion after explosion occurred in her womb, keeping her in this blissful trance, unable to think, to speak, to breathe. She would have died had the sludge not been breathing for her. She could feel more sludge getting sprayed on her, the stuff moving with terrible purpose as it covered her from head to toe, slithering into every pore and orifice it could find. In her mind she felt/heard something directing her to think, to think about her greatest desire and so she did. She wanted to be pretty, to look completely different than she did. Her ideal appearance floated to the forefront of her mind and the sludge took notice, and then it went to work.

She woke up suddenly, jerking upright in her bed with a dull throb in her head. She felt sore and damp, sweat soaked tank top clinging to her flesh and the sheets of her bed had a large dark patch upon it. With a groan she swung her legs out of bed and stood, legs wobbling as she yawned and tried to remember the dream she'd had. She could only remember bits and pieces of it and as she did she felt her sex twinge, a phantom fullness leaving her moaning softly.

"What a dream that was. I wonder what prompted it?" She murmured, passing by the tall mirror on her way to her bedroom door. She caught a glimpse of herself as she did and had to stop, brow furrowing as she stepped back to get a better look at herself. "What the fuuuuuuck...." She whispered while looking at the reflection of a woman that was not her.