Lure of the Sirens: A Sci Fi Choose Your Own Erotic Story
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“No.” You shake your head. “No that can’t be true.”
“So you fucked one of these ugly bastards.” Vanessa shrugs. “Let’s just
kill the bitch and get the fuck out of here.”
“Please.” Alyssa begs. “I’m just a scientist.”
“Her people killed everyone aboard the Spirit of the Stars.” Vanessa
reminds you. “She deserves to die.”
“It was an accident.” Alyssa cries. “We only meant to disable the
engines and take some specimens. We must have hit something volatile and
it ripped the ship apart.”
“Oh, that’s fine then.” Vanessa replies sarcastically. “Come on Trent,
let’s put her out of our misery.”
Let Vanessa shoot Alyssa
Let Alyssa live
“Shoot the bitch.” You tell Vanessa. Without hesitation, she pulls the trigger, shooting Alyssa in the chest. Alyssa crumples to the floor, slumping
face down before you.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You say, gazing sadly at Alyssa’s
corpse. “I want to forget any of this happened.” Vanessa opens her mouth
to say something, but seems to think better of it.
“How about a drink?” She finally suggests. “I know this nice bar on the
third moon of Sirius Eight.”
“Sounds good.” You reply. “But we’ve got a job to do first.”
“Still hell bent on taking us through the Bermuda triangle of space
then?” Vanessa mutters as you climb the boarding ramp and make your way
to the cockpit.
“I didn’t think androids were superstitious.” You reply as your fingers
play over the controls in front of you. Moments later, the engines hum to
life and you manoeuvre the vessel out of the alien docking bay.
“Not superstitious.” Vanessa retorts as you clear the alien vessel. “We
do, however have an excellent mind for numbers. The probabilities of
successfully navigating the Dark Nebula compared to the paltry reward do
not fill me with confidence.”
“Come on Vanessa,” You flash her a smile, “Where’s your sense of
adventure?” Your excitement building, you are already putting the
distasteful business of your experience with Alyssa behind you as you lean
forward and press the hyperspace button. The hum of the engines reaches a
crescendo and the whole vessel lurches as you are thrown into the endless
swirling vortex of hyperspace.
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“Leave her.” You tell Vanessa. “She might be a two faced bitch, literally, but we can’t hold her responsible for the actions of others.”
“What?!” Vanessa remarks incredulously.
“Thank you.” Alyssa smiles weakly, her cheeks wet with tears.
“Just go, before I change my mind.” You growl. She nods and turns to
leave.
“You’ve always had a soft spot for a good lay.” Vanessa remarks as
Alyssa scurries away.
“You’d know.” You quip, turning and climbing the boarding ramp.
“Now, let’s get out of this fucking place.”
Moments later, you manoeuvre the Eclipse out of the alien vessel’s
docking bay and set a course for the Dark nebula.
“You ever think that we might reach our destinations a bit quicker if
you weren’t forever being distracted by the prospect of meaningless sex?”
Vanessa asks.
“And where would be the fun in that?” You reply, flashing her a cocky
grin before leaning forward and thumping the hyperspace button. The
engine hum reaches a crescendo and the inky black of space is replaced by
the swirling crimson vortex of hyperspace.
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Desperate to reach your climax, you continue to thrust into Alyssa as the alien crosses the room. You notice with a start that the alien is naked,
his engorged grey cock swaying with each step. Alyssa turns her head to face
him and you watch with stunned amazement when she smiles and reaches
out for his shaft, grasping it and guiding it to her lips.
“Alyssa?!” You stutter, your eyes widening as her cheeks cave in with
the suction as she pleasures the hideous alien. Her legs tighten around your
thighs as she encourages you to continue to pump your own cock into her.
The alien lets out an unearthly grunt as Alyssa’s lips slide up and down his
grotesque phallus. On the very brink of your climax, you somehow can’t look
away, your grip tightening on Alyssa’s hips before with a deep groan of
release, you explode inside her. Your cock pulses again and again, filling her
clenching pussy with your seed. Alyssa’s groans, muffled by the grey cock
between her lips, join your own grunts as you shudder with each powerful
eruption. Your own needs sated, you pull back, your shaft slipping from
Alyssa’s glistening hole. Alyssa immediately climbs off the bed and drops to
her knees in front of the alien, taking him back into her mouth. You stagger
back a couple of steps, unable to tear your eyes away despite your revulsion
as her head bobs back and forth in front of the alien. The alien stiffens,
throwing back his head and lets out a strange bellow. Alyssa pulls him free of
her lips and gazes up at the alien, her pale blue eyes fixed on his soulless
black eyes. You watch with a mixture of fascination and disgust as purple
fluid races up the alien’s translucent grey shaft and erupts from the tip.
Alyssa giggles with delight as thick, purple come streaks from the tip to
splatter wetly across her face. The alien’s cock pulses again and again,
coating the pretty dancer’s features before she takes the tip back into her
mouth and sucks the last spurts from it. Spent, the alien pulls back, his cock
slipping from her mouth. She smiles up at you both, her face plastered with
alien seed before opening her mouth and displaying a mouthful of purple
semen pooled on her tongue. Clearly enjoying your shocked expression, she
closes her mouth and swallows it before theatrically licking her lips.
“Tasty.” She comments.
“You’re disgusting.” You reply. “That’s vile.”
“Xenophobe.” She shrugs shamelessly, purple come dribbling down
her chin to splatter onto the tops of her breasts. “Besides, you’ve just had
interspecies sexual relations.”
“What do you mean?” You snap angrily, pulling on your clothes.
“I mean, I’m not human.” Alyssa smiles. “I’ve been surgically altered to
appear human for the purposes of our scientific research.” Your jaw drops as
you digest her words, your blood running cold.
“Surgically altered from what?” You ask, your mind reeling, already
knowing the answer.
“From my people.” Alyssa gets to her feet and gazes lovingly at the
alien. “This is my mate, my… what would you call it? Partner… husband.”
“You said you were a dancer on the Spirit of the Stars,” You reply,
feeling nauseous, “Raised on Ganymede…” Your words trail away.
“A fiction I’m afraid.” Alyssa smiles. “If it’s of any consolation, the
experiment has been an unqualified success.” She moves closer, reaching
out a hand. You recoil in disgust.
“What now?” You ask, slumping against the cell wall, utterly defeated.
“Unfortunately your usefulness is at an end.” She tells you
, her smile
fading. The alien walks through the door and Alyssa follows him, pausing in
the doorway before glancing over her shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I
genuinely enjoyed our time together. You were an accomplished lover.” The
door slides shut behind her and moments later a noxious green gas begins to
fill the room. You make no effort to delay the inevitable, breathing in the
foul smelling gas. As the nerve toxin begins to overcome you, you slide to
the floor, glad of the release of death.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
“We’re preparing to be boarded.” You reluctantly tell the pursuing pirates, before leaning forward and cutting the engines.
“You’re a wise man.” The pirate tells you before ending the
transmission. You can feel Vanessa’s eyes on you.
“They’ve got a faster ship and they outgun us.” You tell Vanessa, not
able to meet her eyes.
“They’ll gut us, throw us out of the nearest airlock and leave our
corpses floating in space for all eternity.” Vanessa replies. “If we’re lucky.”
You wait anxiously for several minutes before a docking tube locks into
place and the airlock opens. Three pirates stride through, one with a jagged
scar diagonally across his face, another with a bionic leg, while the last,
bringing up the rear carries an old fashioned shotgun. The first two pirates
part and the third levels the shotgun at you, firing twice. You are both
snatched off your feet, hitting the wall behind you before slumping to the
floor. As the life blood seeps from numerous wounds across your chest, you
glance to your side where Vanessa’s body convulses grotesquely, electricity
arcing across her own wounds.
“A droid,” The pirate comments before glancing over at you, “And a
coward.” You take your last shaking breath and hear him add: “No great loss
to the universe…” before everything goes black.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
“Fuck you.” You growl before ending the transmission.
“What’s the plan?” Vanessa asks, glancing across at you.
“Plan? There ain’t no plan.” You grin, rerouting emergency power to
the engines. “Let’s try outrunning them.” The whole ship vibrates as the
engines are pushed beyond their recommended limits.
“They’re increasing their speed.” Vanessa tells you, her eyes on the
screen. “They’re matching us. We can’t outrun them. They’re better armed
too.” You rack your brains, remembering the extra fuel pod you have for
long range runs.
“Maybe we can draw them in, jettison a fuel pod and shoot the pod
when they’re right on top of it?”
“Risky.” Vanessa replies doubtfully. “What about pretending to
surrender and then taking out their engines with precision shots when they
close in?”
“Sounds equally risky.” You reply. “Otherwise I guess we could just
surrender and hope for the best.” You reluctantly add with a shrug.
Drop a fuel pod and shoot it when the pirate ship closes in
Lure the pirate ship in and target the engines
Surrender
You open a channel to the pursuing ship.
“We’re standing by for boarding.” You tell the pirates.
“No games.” The pirate growls. “Or you’ll regret it.” You nervously
wait and watch as the much larger vessel closes in, casting a shadow over
the cockpit. Vanessa waits patiently at the weapons station.
“Weapon systems locked on.” She whispers.
“Open fire.” You tell her. She presses the button and the ship’s guns
glow as plasma bolts strafe the underside of the pirate vessel.
“Direct hit!” Vanessa grins. “Their main engines are disabled.”
“Quick, get us out of here.” You tell her. Before you can react, the
whole ship shakes with an explosion.
“They’ve returned fire.” Vanessa reports, her voice deflated. “Our
engines are offline.”
“Weapon systems?” You reply.
“Non-operational.” She replies before the ship vibrates as another
burst of weapons fire strafes the back of the ship.
“Cargo hold is venting to atmosphere.” Vanessa reports. You open a
channel to the pirate vessel.
“Hold fire, hold fire damn it!” You shout.
“Too late for that.” The pirate growls before ending transmission.
Another burst of weapons hits, this time tearing the cockpit apart and you
experience a quick though violent and painful death in the frozen vacuum of
space.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
“We’ve got nothing to lose.” You tell Vanessa, your fingers playing over the controls as you prepare to jettison the fuel pod.
“Fuel pod away.” Vanessa confirms. “Weapons locking on.”
“Standby.” You tell her, watching the pirate vessel on the scanner as it
closes in, the fuel pod floating in space between you and them. “Wait…
wait… now!”
Vanessa opens fire and you watch the rear view screen with baited
breath. The fuel pod explodes in a flash of light and a maelstrom of debris
and shrapnel, tearing into the front of the pirate ship. Oxygen vents from
the side of the vessel in a tall plume of vapour and the ship begins to list to the starboard side.
“It’s worked!” Vanessa breathes a sigh of relief. “Scanners indicate life
support to the bridge has been compromised. Engines are powering down.
There are still life signs aboard, perhaps trapped in the aft compartments.
What do you want to do next?”
Board the pirate vessel and look for salvage
You’ve pushed your luck far enough for one day. Continue your journey
“Any surviving pirates will be waiting in ambush, hoping we’re stupid enough to try and board.” You reply. “We’ll leave them to rot.”
Vanessa pauses before finally nodding in agreement.
“Probably wise.” She says, beginning to plot a course. You glance over
at her, but she continues to work the navigation controls. You can feel
tension in the air and you’ve been flying with Vanessa long enough to know
when she’s biting her tongue.
“Come on, out with it.” You sigh.
“I’m just thinking, it’s a pirate ship.” Vanessa says.
“And?” You reply irritably. She rolls her eyes.
“And pirate ships tend to have holds full of valuables.”
“With just a set of desperate, blood thirsty cutthroats waiting for us.”
“I didn’t say it was without risk.” Vanessa pouts. “It’s up to you…
captain.” She adds with more than a hint of insubordination.
Too risky. Continue with your journey
She has a point. Board the pirate ship and look for salvage
“No.” You tell Vanessa firmly. “We’ve got a lucrative job to do already.
I haven’t survived this long by being greedy and reckless.”
“It’s a fair point.” Vanessa reluctantly concedes.
“Now, let’s see if we can patch up the hyperspace coil and get back on
our way.”
A couple of hours later, you emerge from the Eclipse’s airlock. Vanessa
is waiting and helps you out of your spacesuit.
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“All fixed?” She asks.
“Dunno about that.” You shrug. “I’ve done what I can.”
“The Eclipse’s held together with spit and prayers at the best of
times.” Vanessa grins. “I’m sure she’ll get us through the Dark nebula.”
A few minutes later and free of the bulky spacesuit, you slide into your
seat in the cockpit.
“I’ve laid in a course.” Vanessa tells you. “Ready when you are.”
“The moment of truth.” You murmur, leaning forward and pressing
the hyperspace button. You hold your breath as the hyperspace engines
spool up, the low whine building to a crescendo.
“Hold together sweetheart.” You whisper to your ship. As if in answer,
the stars fade away to be replaced by the swirling crimson vortex of
hyperspace as you hurtle towards your destination. You sit back in your seat
and breathe a deep sigh of relief.
“Told you she’d be fine.” Vanessa grins. “Now we just need to survive
the Dark nebula.”
“There’s that sunny disposition again.” You reply, rolling your eyes.
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“Take us in closer.” You tell Vanessa. “Let’s see what they’ve got in that hold.”
She nods and you loop back towards the stricken pirate vessel, the
plume of vapour petering out as the last of the oxygen from the bridge
dissipates into the vacuum of space. Vanessa skilfully brings the Eclipse
alongside, extending the docking tube until with a metallic clank that echoes
through the ship, the hard lock is made.
“Ready for some piracy?” You grin, getting to your feet. Vanessa rolls
her eyes and follows you out of the cockpit.
You stand in the docking tube between the two vessels, your hand at
the airlock door release, knowing there’s almost certainly a pirate waiting
behind it.
“Ready?” You ask Vanessa, who has a pulse rifle slung over her
shoulder and a blaster in her hand. You sometimes feel a little ungallant,
putting her in harm’s way, but with her computer mind calculating every