Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

Amelia struggled for a few more moments, straining against the bindings that held her. The muscles pulled tight, and her suit stretched for a moment, the clasp across her chest threatening to explode outward. She stopped as the alpha asked his question. Blinking, she looked to him, her mouth starting to open in answer. Surely the beta wouldn't know this information. Yet the scientist did answer, and gave one that Amelia found herself more or less agreeing with. She was even half tempted to nod. Then came the alpha's speech. Amelia's mouth dropped open. There had been some threat to her speech, but she certainly hadn't met it as such. She had two subordinates, and none of them were armed. To threaten these people under those circumstances was tantamount to suicide, which the captain didn't fancy any time soon. What? No, that's not-- she began. Yet the alpha kept talking. Knowing discretion to be the better part of valor, the captain lapsed into silence. her eyes followed the various images and footage being shown, and she had to admit that much of it was quite damning. Humanity had a lot going against it. That's not what I meant-- she tried again, moving against her bindings, all I meant is that we represent a diploma--aaah, what are you? she looked down at the beta who'd started moving. His claws were prodding at her breasts, teasing the flesh and making it jiggle. A claw went out to a nipple, and Amelia shuddered as he played with it. She didn't consider herself to be an overly sexual being, but she was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Not only that, but she'd been in a tight spacesuit with a nearly all female crew for several weeks. Action had been sparse, to say the least. Yes, that's--wait, that's! she exclaimed, trying to squeeze her legs together. His claws had started prying against her nether lips, parting them and revealing the pink insides. The beta moved, and Amelia soon felt a flexible muscle pressing against her. She hissed in a breath, her body arching against the bindings, going tight. She felt the tongue puncturing her tight crevice, exploring her cavern like an overly curious explorer. Stop! she tried, looking over to the alpha. Her sharp green eyes held a mixture of outrage, indignation, and a slight hint of arousal. I'm a military officer of a foreign power! You can't just--aaah, you can't just rape me, she tried. She was already squirming against the bindings, moving even more as the beta no doubt continued his work. Despite the strange nature of the lock, Pat still tried to open it. She'd seen her share of strange locks, and she thought she'd seen something similar enough to this. It was worth trying, as they really didn't have much else to do. However, Kelli coughed, and the blonde turned to look. The little Asian was pointing, and Pat turned to see the various soldiers staring at her. With a sigh, she drew out, smiling and wiggling a few fingers at them before nearly flouncing back to where Kelli was waiting patiently. They're talking about the staff, and they definitely noticed us, said Kelli, nodding toward the men. Pat shrugged, It's not like I was getting anywhere. We'll have to sit tight and wait, she stretched, before sitting down and leaning back against the wall of their cell. Her eyes drifted over to the tentacle monster, and she considered it for a while. the thing definitely looked alien, that was for sure. Why did you say they keep that thing?' Hmm? asked Kelli, jerked from her contemplations. She looked to the tentacled beast and shrugged. I'm not sure. Something about it being an experiment or something. I think we're in a lab more than anything. Great, always wanted to experiment, teased Pat, winking at her petite inmate. Both chuckled for a bit, leaning against the wall and waiting for something to happen. Not like they had anything else to do.