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Imelda shivered as she felt the warm slickness of it, sliding back and forth between her pussy lips, making her moan against her will. She hated the waves of pleasure radiating from her naked cunt as the tentacle touched her, lubricating her with pink slime, but her limbs felt too numb and heavy to move. And despite her training, despite all the instincts telling her to escape and call for help, her melting mind told her that she was loving this.
"Captain's Log, Day four thousand ninety-two. The crew grows more and more anxious by the day. They are anticipating the results of our excursion with increasing excitement, as any scientist should when faced with such a beautifully daunting task. We are still searching for the source of the energetic flares, and have narrowed our options down to a small planet in the Xenome quadrant. Planet L-24B9-6, where small bacterial organisms have been the only sign of life for the past two centuries. This is a fascinating discovery in of itself, but the fact that multiple search crews have been lost almost as soon as they got this close is evidently making my crew very uneasy. I hope we will find what we were sent here for, and remain unscathed."
The woman sat back in her chair as she set the recorder down, her soft brown eyes scanning the scene in front of her. Her crew moved quickly and efficiently around her like the bees she was so fond of when she lived on Earth. Her home in a small Mexican town south of Cancún seemed so far away now, and she was much happier here among the stars, on the Stormchaser 12 with the first all-female crew to open and traverse through a wormhole. The scanners projected the image of a bright pink planet in front of her, striped with magenta and red, surrounded by a few lone asteroids.
"Captain Cruz," one of her crewmates called from the control bridge, "the radar is picking up a dramatic change in the radiation levels emitted by the planet. Small heat signatures are popping up in clusters of half a dozen to a dozen signals. Strange, isn't it?" A few strands of her short blonde hair fell gently into her face as she turned around to show the Captain.
"Very," she responded, pulling up the same image on her own hologram screen. "None of them are very far from this larger signature in sector four... we should investigate."
"Understood, Captain. In T-minus 23 minutes, we'll be within shuttle distance. I can send a few parties out to scout the area before we -"
"No," the Captain interjected, raising a delicate hand to silence the crew member. "I'd like to take a solo shuttle and do a quick scan before I send any of you."
The blonde looked startled, and a young woman with bright purple hair came to stand beside her. "Captain, with all due respect, it's very dangerous to put yourself in such a position. We don't know what's out there, or what's causing these heat signatures. It could be hostile - you're taking a huge risk."
"I understand that, Christina, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Donna, prepare Solo Shuttle Z34," she said, the tone of her final words proving that she had made her decision.
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Getting into the flight suits was always a challenge for Captain Imelda Cruz. The suits were streamlined and made of strong latex-like material, designed to be strong enough to move through any common foliage on any planet while remaining smooth and flexible enough to allow them a full range of movement. But the slick pseudo-rubber was always a struggle to fit into, on account of Imelda's well-endowed body. The way her wide hips and thick, jiggly thighs contrasted with her slim waist made it difficult to pull the suit up onto her body. If she did manage to get it past her voluptuous lower half, the task of pulling it past her slightly pudgy tummy was deceptively easy compared to the fight to get it up past her round, bouncy breasts. Each was at least two handfuls, and she found herself trying ungracefully to stuff them into the chest of the suit every time she had to put it on. But eventually, she managed to slip into the tight white catsuit, and with every blue accent line only serving to highlight her curves, she was ready. She grabbed the helmet that reminded her of the motorcycle helmets on Earth, and headed for the docking bay.
Solo Shuttle Z34 was humming with energy as she stepped into the small cockpit, and she gritted her teeth with anticipation as she locked herself into the seat. The blonde engineer from before stepped forward on the bay, her face wrought with concern. "Be careful out there, Captain Cruz," she said softly.
Imelda smirked at her, nodding. "I'll be fine, Perrie. Prep the rest of the crew for exploration. I'll signal for you when I'm ready."
Perrie nodded, stepping back, and Imelda closed the shuttle, and she was off.
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She reached the planet with ease, landing on a rocky expanse of pink dust that seemed unexplored thus far. Cautiously, she stepped out of the shuttle, peering around anxiously. The scanner in her hand was picking up all kinds of signals, all of them coming from the same area about three hundred feet away. With a deep breath under the helmet, she set on her way.
Her heart was beating faster and faster as the scanner beeped louder, telling her she was getting closer to some of the clusters of heat signals they had picked up on the ship. As she crept closer, she realized she was standing over a ravine that swirled with pastel pink fog. Her scanner was beeping louder now, and she knew something was down there. Prepping the laser gun strapped to her wrist, she put her scanner away and started to make her way down the rocky slope.
Almost as soon as her feet touched the bottom, she heard a soft moan. It sounded tired and weak, but human. "Hello?" she called out. "This is Captain Imelda Cruz of the Stormchaser 12. Identify yourself."
"Captain Cruz?" the voice answered back quietly. "You need to leave."
"Identify yourself," the Captain repeated. "I am armed and ready to shoot."
"Captain..."
Imelda glanced down as she walked forward, and gasped. The fog cleared just a little, and she was left staring at the bruised and naked body of a young black woman with hazy eyes. Her belly was swollen, and she was covered in some sort of pink fluid. She wasn't wearing a helmet, telling Imelda she could breathe this planet's air, and she touched a button on her helmet that lifted the face of it, allowing her to see the body clearer. "Identify yourself," Captain Cruz said again, though she turned the gun off and instead crouched down closer to the woman.
The woman shuddered before answering, her eyes still glazed over. "Neh... ohh... N-Nia Jacks-son of... uff... of the Stardweller Eh... Eight..."
"Jesus Christ," Imelda hissed. This was the head engineer of the last ship that had been sent to this area. "What the hell happened to you?"
"You need to leave," Nia said again, one hand moving slowly to touch her bloated stomach. "That thing... it's too good... feels too good... it'll take you, and... and..."
"What thing?"
"You need to leave b-before it gets you..."
"What fucking thing, Jackson?!"
Too late. Nia fell limp, and the gentle rise-and-fall of her small, naked breasts was the only sign that she was alive. Imelda huffed in frustration, and as she stood up, the fog cleared a little more, and suddenly she was speechless.
Nia wasn't the only one.
Countless bodies littered the ravine, all women, all naked and bruised and covered in the same pink fluid, and all of them with their stomachs swollen to near-bursting. They were alive, she could tell, but they were all in the same-trance-like state.
Feeling nauseous, Imelda made her way past them across the ravine and hauled herself up the side. For what felt like ages, she followed her scanner, finding more and more groups of naked, tired women with swollen bellies. "What the fuck is going on here..." she muttered. Eventually she reached a cracked pink ravine that she could tell was made of tall, balanced rocks, and she gasped as she spotted someone familiar. "Officer Nuygen!"
She hurried over, careful not to disturb the precarious surface, and kneeled down next to the woman who had trained her, trying her best to ignore the older woman's lean, muscular naked body and big perky tits. "Officer Nuygen, what's going on? These women, they're all... what... what happened to you?"
"Cruz," Officer Nuygen said softly. She was a little more conscious than the rest, and she gently raised her arm to touch Imelda's face. "Cruz, you need to get the hell out of here." She coughed, spitting up a little bit of pink fluid. "We're beyond saving. You... you need to take your crew and get out of here."
"No, I'm not leaving you. What the hell did this to you?"
"Imelda... go... get out of here."
"I can't, Officer, you know I can't leave you or the rest of the women here. I'm gonna call the ship, and we're gonna - woah, woah!"
Something reached up and grabbed her ankle, and the ground underneath her gave way, and suddenly she was dragged away from her trainer and down into the abyss under the rocks. She screamed as she fell, dangling in the air by her leg. She stared down wildly, spotting a bright pink, glowing limb wrapped around her ankle, and on instinct, she pressed a button on her laser gun to load it, and fired.
A direct hit! The appendage split in two, the tip of it still wrapped around her leg, the rest of it falling away, and she felt a rush of savage satisfaction as she watched her shot land. The thrill, however, immediately returned to terror as she realized she was now free-falling in a bit of blackness, and she screamed again, accepting that this was how she would die, before another glowing pink thing reached up and caught her around the middle, lowering her gently onto the ground despite her kicking and screaming. It released her as soon as she was laid on the ground, and she sat there for a moment, wanting to keep a low profile in case whatever the source of the tentacles was knew she was here.
Slowly, she reached up and tapped the button on her helmet to cover her face again, glaring around with her wrist-mounted gun at the ready. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, and her breath was labored and heavy, but she held still, ready for another attack.
She spotted a pink glow out of the corner of her eye, and whipped around to shoot the source, but the beast was quicker - it grabbed ahold of her wrist, effectively disarming her, and she shouted in surprise as she tried to use her other hand to free herself. Another glowing tentacle reached out to grab her other wrist, and she groaned, trying to kick herself loose.
Two more organs appeared to wrap around her calves, and suddenly she was helpless. The adrenaline that had been powering her defiance faded like a match being blown out. She was just scared now - terrified. Something told her that this is what had happened to all those other women, and she was about to be the next victim.
She shivered as another tentacle hovered in front of her, whimpering in fear. It looked like it was examining her, though she couldn't see a face. She winced as it drew nearer, struggling again, failing to notice that one of the limbs accidentally pressed the communicator on her other wrist. She gasped, her stomach turning over anxiously as she heard the static of the communicator making contact.
the antennules didn't care. The pink glow was disorienting up close, and Imelda could only breathe through her nose in panicked little gasps as the others settled her onto her knees, her hands being bound behind her back.
"Haven't I warned you not to test me princess?" He asked angrily as he brought his face closer to mine. "You can't tell me what I can and can't do. I'm not your property!!" I screamed angrily at his face as I tried to release his hold on my wrist. He gripped me harder and pushed me towards his chest as he held my waist with his free hand. I signed in ecstasy as I caught a whiff of his manly cologne. "Really??" His husky voice brought be out of my dreamland. "Let's see then!" He muttered before forcefully pressing his warm lips on mine. ************** Selina Cortez is a twenty-four year old and poor orphan who had big hopes and dreams of being a very successful fashion designer. She was nice to people who show her kindness but wouldn't let anyone harrass or bully her. She looked innocent but has the heart of a warrior. Her dreams were cut short when she crossed path with Damian Black, a very powerful mafia lord who was known for his cold and brutal nature. Not knowing who he is, she was disgusted at his behaviour but on the other hand, she amused him. After their first meeting, he couldn't get his mind off her. He wanted her all to himself even though it meant taking her against her will. What happens when a Mafia lord falls in love with an ordinary girl? A war is bound to break out because the cold mafia finally has a weakness. Join me in this amazing ride filled with love, lust, revenge and betrayal. Note: This novel contains many R rated scenes like violence and smut. If you don't like this type of stories, don't bother starting it.
"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are...... mine Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work fora strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. Get ready for this thrilling story * * *
A young lady was found half dead in the cold streets of miami, florida. Raped, brutally beaten, and shot twice in her thighs....it would take a miracle for her to survive. A tiny glint of luck shines on her when Mrs grace, a business mogul, rich and kind, discovered the dying young lady. She takes her home, but the young lady Selene is a breath away from dying... and only a miracle can save her Mrs grace does the unthinkable, she uses her magic powers to heal her. In so doing she kills her self. Her powers are transfered to Selene. The power to heal, To kill, And to enchant. Selene is given a new chance to live. But revenge runs in her veins. She is set on a dangerous mission, to kill every man she came across, to enchant them or use them as her sex toy. She's an enchantress She's every man fantasy, She's every man's dream, She's every man's sex goddess. A night with her, makes you yearn for more. Fate brings her to a rare man...and he's not enchanted by her beauty. He's doesn't want her, doesn't wanna bed her. Selene is blinded with fury, rage and passion to kill him, her sole mission is bed him and to kill him, And she would stop at nothing to do so. Will she succeed? Or will she fall in love? And if she does...wouldn't it be too late
Lexi Monroe is a seventeen year old senior. Everything was perfect until her boyfriend dumped her unexpectedly. The terrible thing is that she still likes him, a lot. Now meet Tyler Evans. He's drop-dead gorgeous guys at school. Tyler and Lexi used to be close friends at middle school but everything changed because of a little misunderstanding, so they became sworn enemies. What happens when their lives became intertwined again and they had to act as fake lovers? Will they overcome their differences or will they make things worse? Find out in this interesting and intriguing story.
Lesley Perkins wrapped her arms around her shivering self. Her gown clinging to her body, and her teeth chattering from cold and fear. Her eyes clouded with tears as she walked down the dark alley, anxious to get home. Her life's a mess!, Hell!, it had always been a mess!. Oh!, how she wished she never had this trip tonight!. How she wished she didn't have to see those haunting images. How she wished she never believed she could be loved.. Who's she kidding?, she's always been a slut and would forever remain one. Her heart clenched painfully and she broke into quiet sobs. She jerks out of her reverie at the skittering sound of a can behind her, making her glance behind her shoulders; heart in her mouth. She saw a figure in black hoodie and black pants coming towards her. Whoever is it is was quite huge and reminded her of someone she wished she never knew. Scared, began to walk faster. Hoping and praying that she was wrong, that he hadn't found her. No sooner had she increased her pace that cold hands grasped her neck, hot breath fanning the name of her neck and before she could scream, a wet napkin shoved roughly to her nose. She felt weak to the bones as she inhaled the choky liquid from it, her sight doubled and became blurry as her eyes began to shut close on its own accord, her kneels buckled and she collapsed into very strong arms and the last thing she heard was; "Welcome home my little slut." before she blacked out. _______________________________________ Lesley Perkins escapes into Newyork to start a new life with a total different identity. Away from her past life of pains, secrets and depressions. Living in Newyork, she encounters Gary Gauthier, a rich Newyorker. Newyork's idol and she began to fall helplessly for him. Tried as much as she could, she couldn't stop her little heart from falling in love with him. Little did she know that tragedy will struck, little did she know that her past life will catch up with her. Threatening to tear her apart from her new life of love and happiness, threatening to crush her.... ___
Coralline Scott was once a loving and cheerful girl. Though without parents, she still enjoyed her life without worries. She had the best boyfriend a girl would ever ask for and a very good friend. Life was going great for her until her caught her best friend and boyfriend having intercourse. She couldn't contain the heartbreak she felt until she crossed lanes with the most powerful man in New York, Damon Gonzales. He was someone who would sacrifice anything for her happiness but will Coralline be willing to open her heart again for someone else? What happens when Coralline finds out that her ex boyfriend is related to the person that made her an orphan. How would she feel when she finds out that her relationship with her ex boyfriend was just a plot. Grab onto your seatbelt and join me in amazing and intriguing ride between love and revenge.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Evelyn Brooks' life has been completely transformed ever since her parents died in a terrible accident. She went from grieving to being forced into an arranged marriage to a man who never gave her a second look. After his disastrous relationship, Edward Richards vowed never to trust in love again-that is, until he learned to love his arranged wife. Before it turned out to be desired, the marriage was first arranged and unwanted. But will "love" be sufficient to preserve their union?
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"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.