Leviathan paused. Despite lacking eyes, I felt that he was looking into mine, deeply into mine.
"We are running out of time," he whispered. "There is a balance in all things, Beatrice."
His cock plunged into me.
His voice had been cool and calm for that statement. Almost logical, even if the logic escaped me. But every moment of that intensely long thrust , that pinning moment that turned me from quivering, needy woman to fucking cockslave , Leviathan was as passionate as any man I could want. His whole body quivered, his alien musculature tightening and flexing under my gaze. His moisture - the slickness that coated his body - dripped onto my face and tasted of machine oil and male sweat. I licked it up desperately, wanting him to fill me in every way as his firm, black balls slapped my ass like a metal paddle.
"Nnn!" Leviathan groaned.
Shockingly...intensely human. Then, quietly, he laughed - and I felt his tail peeking against my anus. It was slick and sleek and as it caressed me, I heard him whisper.
"A virgin," he murmured. "And a cheating whore. A curious complexity. Savory. Like sweet wine ."
Before I could ask - before I could beg for him to do exactly what he was thinking of doing - that tail spread my anus and thrust into me. I felt it coiling through my insides, and somehow, there was no pain. There was only an exotic pleasure, the pleasure of knowing that there were two points of connection. The thick, thick cock filling me to the brim and the tail, slipping further and further into me. My eyes shuddered shut and I felt a shattering climax rush through me - then another. And another. And another. My back arched and an incoherent gurgle came from my mouth. I was drooling, I knew it.
Then Leviathan thrust.
My whole body rocked and my head lolled backwards, my eyes rolling upwards. I coldn't see him, couldn't do anything but feel that pleasure. My mouth opened, whimpering, as his tongue caressed my lips, then plunged home. I was utterly airtight, claimed by a single being, bigger than the cosmos and older than time. My body writhed in ecstatic sensations that went beyond pleasure and into realms I could hardly describe if pressed. I clung to what memories I had...
Thrust.
Fireworks of golden light, exploding through my mind. Hands cupped my breasts, playing with me as the humanoid avatar of Leviathan slowly, casually thrust into me. He wasn't even trying and my brain was being reduced to a puddle of gurgling bliss. I felt more drool dribble along my cheeks, stinging against the cuts on my skin as my head writhed from side to side. The tentacle in my throat was pressing deep enough to cut off air. My nose flared and breathed only against blockage. The panic and excitement of being strangled set off more fireworks - deep, red hues.
Thrust.
I clung...desperately...
Memories.
Lucas. Jules. The escape.
Thrust.
My body jiggled and I felt my brain oozing out of my ears. The tentacle slipped from my mouth and I gasped desperately for air - and immediately started mewling. I couldn't help it.
"Shh," Leviathan whispered. "It's almost done."
Thrust.
My back felt like if it bent more, I'd snap my spine. My bones would shatter with the pleasure and I would lay there, bleeding out, my body twitching, my soul escaping my lips with a song, a song of joy. I never needed heaven. I had been there, and hell, and everywhere in between. Slowly, I realized that the pleasure was coming not in thrusts, but in waves now - and I could hear, barely, over the sound of my own heart, the fierce pap pap pap of those rubbery balls slapping my ass, that tail slipping out of my anus, leaving it gaping and wanting more.
Leviathan groaned, deep in his throat.
Again.
Such a human noise.
Heat bloomed.
And I, finally, blissfully, blacked out - my shattered mind reaching, desperately, for unconsciousness. A way to spare itself. But the pleasure that chased it down was nearly enough to sear out every nerve in my body, and I fell not into sleep...but into a twitching, thoughtless nothingness.
I fell into bliss.
I tumbled into heaven.
***
I woke by bits and pieces. First, my foot ached. Then my left leg was numb - the tingling pressure of blocked bloodflow more than I had expected. Then my fingertips felt the soft, scratchy rasp of the maroon carpet. My cheek pressed against something slick and damp. My eyes were unfocused, drinking in light. I managed, slowly, to blink. The light focused by a single tick . I blinked again. The focusing was more intense - now I could actually see faint blurry shapes that loomed around me. I blinked a third time and now...
Now I saw that I was sprawled on an alleyway. No. Not an alleyway. A corridor. A corridor I knew.
I had been dumped out near the fucking lobby.
I managed to get my arms under my body and shove myself up slightly. My knees wobbled, despite being tucked against the ground, and I felt my head spin. I touched my cheek. Despite expecting my finger to come away coated with gray slime and bits of my fucked-scrambled brains dribbling out of my ear, I only saw drool.
"-As...ie-"
I blinked slowly and tried to make words. The sound that came out of my mouth was: "My-yaph."
"L...assie!"
The voice was Lucas, and he was coming clearer and clearer. I closed my eyes, shook my head, and managed to say: " Lucas ." My voice came out as if someone had fucked it with sandpaper. "What, where-"
"You've been out of contact for three hours, lassie!" Lucas said. "What happened ?"
I looked down. My belly was slightly distended. White cum dripped from my thighs, sloshing onto the ground. It felt shamefully good - like I was pissing cum. It dribbled down and splatted onto the ground. I tried to keep a huge, goofy grin off my face as I looked down at the floor before me. Because sitting right there were two computer components. The components that I needed. They looked new and cleaned, as if they had been wiped down and left gleaming.
More cum dripped along my thighs.
"I found the components," I said, sounding slightly drunk. "And I need a fucking shower ."
Somehow, I managed to stagger out to the lobby and to the elevator entrance. There, I saw the flayed corpses. I frowned, looking at them, my head spinning. But pieces were tumbling around in my head and something clicked as I looked at those bodies. The blood had dripped onto the gouged out areas of the wall. The flayed bodies had been put up after... after they had been looted. I frowned. The bodies faced away .
They faced the rest of Corporate.
"It's a prison," I whispered.
My hand dipped down, pressing to my belly. To my womb.
"What's getting out?" I breathed.
CHAPTER SIX
I stepped away from the elevator as the doors started to close. The computer components were heading up to the portal, and I was down here. In the guts of Virgil Station. It wasn't Engineering - Engineering was where people turned theory into practicality. This was the area that was labeled on the map as Cryonics . It was where I had started. It was back to the beginning. My head still buzzed with the revelations that I had seen in Corporate. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to feel. I just knew what I had to do .
I had to get the power rerouted back to the portal. With that and the computer and the Tesc genetic signature that they had up there, Jules and the other survivors could get home. To Earth. To a planet I had never seen, but in dreams and memories stolen from another woman.
"Lassie," Lucas' voice - smooth as ever - broke into my thoughts. "What happened up there? In Corporate?"
Leviathan.
My skin covered in goosebumps and my nipples hardened enough to cut glass. I shivered and felt the ache of my sex spreading for that massive cock. The warmth of his alien cum, spurting into me. And I heard his voice, rumbling and rich like dark chocolate.
I am making the choice multifaceted.
All things balance in the end, Beatrice.
"Lassie?" Lucas sounded more insistent. "What happene
d?"
"A big scary fuckoff space dragon tried to kill me and I ran away. Real fast," I snapped. "Lucas, where are you on this fucking station again?"
"I've been hiding in a closet," he said. "You can collect me on the way back. You just need to get the power rerouted. The components are located at several junctions you've been at before when you were first exploring this place. I'll sing out when you get to em - but look for something labeled as BD-BS-2. That'll be the first bit of fuckery you'll need to get working."
I nodded and started forward, my feet thumping on the ground. I was too tired and worn to want to bother with stealth. And, honestly, I felt like I could use a chance to fucking rip and tear some monsters apart. I came to the first echo of what I had seen before: The woman, her throat still bulging with cum, her eyes still wide as she looked out at nothing. She hadn't started to decay, which made sense. It had only been...what? A few hours? And I didn't even know if she would . Time didn't exist in the Tesc universe, save for what we dragged with us.
I knelt down next to her, frowning at her face.
Wait...
"You look familiar," I muttered.
It had been blurred and covered in static. But...I pulled out the PDA that I had grabbed from corporate, skimming through the files on it. I found a selfie and checked it. Yeah. I was right. This girl was Feet Up, from the desk in Corporate. Rachel Loesser. She was in the 'human resources' department, according to the bits of her PDA I could access. What the fuck was a human resources flunkie from...my head pulsed and a faint memory hazed across my vision. It felt as if I could half see the corridor I was in and half see a different one. The two superimposed across my eyes and the pain in my head grew sharper, migraine fierce.
I fell back onto my butt, groaning as I realized the reason why the two visions jarred so much was because it was the same corridor. Just viewed from different angles. I tilted my head back, trying to get the visions to match, and realized the memory was of me - on a gurney. Bouncing. Jouncing. It felt edged with ice and hard. Not the faint phantasmagoria of the memories of the boat, the girl, the kiss. This was my memory, not Beatrice's memory.
"We have a Class 9 on the line," a male voice said, echoing.
"Oh, Miss Montenegro is going to be pleased. Okay, prep the CSC and the nanolathe and get Dobbs on it." That was Loesser's voice in my mind.
"Dobbs did the freak out yesterday, he's on psyche."
"Fuuuuuuuuck!"
"You co-"
The memory shattered as Lucas spoke up. "Lassie?"
"My name is-" I snapped, springing to my feet - furious that he had snapped me out of it. I shook my head. "Nevermind. What?"
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't spacing out on me," Lucas said, quietly. "Listen, you need to work fast. This station may be running out of time - I've stopped getting recordings from the habitation deck."
I rubbed my palm along my face. But something was bugging me. Something that didn't quite resolve by the time I had reached the first component. I glared at the snarled mess of computer components. “I need some more skills for this. Lucas, have you gotten the cyber-mods sorted out for my big massacre back in the mall?”
“No, lassie. There’s so many mods here that if I try and shunt them too you, the tube will get jammed-”
“Then just shunt me some of them!” I snapped. “God, Lucas.”
Lucas sighed. “I’ll try.” There was a short pause - then a sharp hiss. “Shite! I damaged some - they’re not supposed to be seperated like this. You’re going to be getting seven of them.”
“I’ll live,” I said, nodding - and waited the moments it took for the tube to rattle and hiss. I snatched up the seven mods and spent them immediately on raising my repair, hacking and modification skills. With the new abilities unfolding in my mind, I turned back to the casing and saw, with crystal clarity, what needed to be done to reroute the power. Once I had finished up and slapped the casing closed, he said: "All right, that should handle it. You won't need to worry about the next one as much - it's just the exact same procedure."
"Got it," I said, rubbing at my eye with my thumb to clear out some grit. Three more components to fiddle into place, and the power was rerouted to the portal. We got out. Or did we? Did Jules and Tracy and...did...I get out? I had no idea if we were all going to die or not. I rubbed on my chin.
"Jules?" I asked. "You read me?"
Nothing. I sighed and hoped he was pissing again. I searched my map for the route back to the locker room where I had gotten the pistol. Stepping inside, I found the two drones I had smashed were still there. Thanks to my new skill ranks, I was a hell of a lot better at recognizing the components and spotted a few that were basically the same com-units that other people on this station had used. It was cheaper to use the same component and slap it into a drone than it was to specially make one for the specific drone. It was holding that component in my palm - like an ugly egg of plastic and black metal - that it clicked into place. I frowned and stood up.
"Lucas?" I asked.
"What, lass?" He asked.
"Nothing, just wanted to make sure you were still with me," I said.
He grunted. I walked to the second component and then started to yank it apart. When I was halfway through, I asked again: "Lucas?"
No answer. I frowned, my face set, and continued to work on the bits and pieces within with one hand. My free hand held up the communicator and I clicked through frequencies with my thumb. It clicked to one and I heard Jules' voice, squeaky and corrupted and hard to hear.
"Are you another survivor?" he asked. "I just got the signal from-"
"It's me, Jules," I said, my voice quick. "I don't have much time. Can you detect Tesc energy? Their transmissions?"
"We...have that capacity, yes," he said. "But it has to be timed right. The burst of exotic particles lasts a very short time, and-"
"When I turn this communicator on again, you have to be really quiet and not speak to me through it," I whispered. "And scan the whole fucking station. Got it? Do you got it?"
"Yes, I understand," Jules said, sounding mystified.
I turned off the communicator, then plugged in another component into the power cycler. As it clicked into place the device whirred to life and the power continued to redirect. I started to walk down the corridor, then grinned slightly - trying to hide any nerves I felt. I could just be imagining things. I could just be building paranoid delusions, the first such delusion from someone who had been cock-shocked into madness by a fucking Tesc monster. For all I knew, everything after Leviathan was just a feverish daydream. Fuck. Everything before Leviathan might have been a fucking dream.
"Lucas?" I asked, cramming all those worries away.
"Yeah, Lassie?" he asked, sounding distracted.
"Just wondering," I said, turning on the communicator as subtly as I could, hiding it against my hip. "You got a girlfriend?"
"What does that have to do with anything, lassie?" he sounded amused.
"Well, I mean, I'm kinda feeling on edge here. This whole fucking day has been one insane piece of bullshit after another," I said, shaking my head. "Having some human contact will be real nice, I'm just saying."
Lucas sighed softly. "Fine, lassie. Okay. I don't have a girlfriend. But I did have a lot of friends who were girls, and were quite pleased to have me around. If you know what I mean."
"FWB?" I asked, grinning - the letters coming from the depths of my memory without need for elaboration.
"You know it, lassie," he said, then sighed. "Listen, I've got to get back to work on some hacking I'm doing."
I nodded - and prayed. When his voice went away, I paused, then held the communicator up and whispered into it as I stood beside the final power conduit. "Did you get it?"
Jules voice was silent for a long time. I worried he didn't have a connection to me for a moment, but then he spoke. His voice rasped and sounded like he had run several miles by himself.
"I did." He paused. "It's coming f
rom the center of Cryonics. That room is just a collection of pipes and cryogenic storage systems, it's not a room , nothing should come from there."
I slowly turned to the side and looked at the corridor made by the cryocoffins. There they were, creating a pair of parallel lines that lead straight to a solidly built bulkhead. I remembered, what felt like a month ago, standing at this very place, looking down this very corridor, at that very bulkhead. I remember being filled with a terror of the doors opening by themselves. Of the corpses moving when I wasn't looking at them. I clenched my fist and started forward. My feet padded almost silently on the ground as I walked past coffins. I walked past Coffin 0451.
I came to the doorway and tried the hatch.
It refused to budge.
"Of course," I snarled, pulling my fingers away from the hatch. I noticed a set of scanners, subtly hidden along the hatch. Biometric scanners. Who put biometric scanners on a hatch leading into a room full of pipes and maintenance systems? I felt coldly furious as I turned back and walked off. When I returned, blood splattered my face and arm and I was holding a ragged stump and a grasping hand. Shotcannons were not exceptionally good at amputating things. But when you had infinite ammo, you can do a lot of shit.
I slapped the hand onto the hatch, then sent a tiny jolt of electrical energy through it. Just enough to cause it to grip and warm. The hatch chimed and I was able to twist it open with a vicious jerk. It swung inwards and I stepped into the center of Cryonics...and back in time.
I stood in a room I remembered vividly and yet had never been in. But it wasn't just that sense of horrible deja vu that made me feel as if I had stepped backwards through time. Rather, it was the fact that the center of the chamber was a six foot long stone slab. The edges were cut with gutters and grooves that were clearly designed to drain off into a pair of receptacles. Both of those receptacles were empty at the moment, but I could see where the bottle would snap in. The table was covered with curling, curving runes. Runes . The same as the inside of the collar that controlled my nanite clothing. The walls were decorated by unfurled red banners and six sided pentagrams. A leering goat's head statue sat in the center of the wall, looming over the macabre altar. Chains were connected to that altar. Chains that were spattered with drying blood.
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