“Ring
station 6 auth centre, we have reason to believe the comm centre has lost power
again. See if Martin is available, those robots will just screw it up even
more.”
“Copy that. We will
contact him immediately. What do you suggest for payment?”
“I
suggest we tell him we’ll review his complaints.”
“Affirmative,
I’ll inform the higher-ups. Auth centre over and out”
…
Martin
lugged his gear behind him through the maintenance crawlspace. Of course, the
title didn’t quite fit in his case, considering it was about double his height.
Still, it would be a very tight squeeze for any non-Parvian, thus it maintained
the title. He tousled his hair, trying to shake out some of the dusty residue
from his previous assignment in the oxygen purifiers. Apparently the stuff
caused cancer if it wasn’t filtered, but pretty much everything around here
did. Thankfully, Parvians spent most of their lives pumped full of
anti-carcinogens, as their smaller size resulted in bodies more susceptible to
tumours.
They
told him they’d review his complaints after this job, and he hoped dearly they
would, since then he might finally get some justice against his terrible
“coworkers”. He shivered as he remembered one of the more humiliating
events.
He was
brought onto the assignment under the pretence that he would be taking a look
at the sulfur aerosol containment tanks, and that the entrance to the sub-area
would require him to crawl through a soft gate, which were often used to
prevent leaks without needing proper bulkheads for the maintenance robots. Of
course, this ended up being complete bullshit. The station did not have a
sulfur containment, nor did it have a soft gate system. Instead, he ended up
crawling from a maintenance tunnel into the ass of the senior economist, right
before she sat down to review a very, very large stack of papers. Thankfully, a
good jumpstart kit placed on her insides was all he needed to “convince” her to
release him before he was in there too long.
A lot
of the complaints he issued were similar to this, if not a little less
creative. This one was particularly humiliating, however, as this was the first
time he had found himself on the wrong side of a rear end.
He
often was paid in non-currency methods, as food and water were quite easy to
come by, living was free, and if anything, the station at least had decent free
amenities, such as the jacuzzi that he wasn’t capable of using without
drowning. A few credits every once in a while certainly wouldn’t have hurt,
though.
Trying
to take his mind off his work situation, he focused on the small vibrations he
felt every few seconds on his way, signifying that something was going wrong in
the superfluid helium axles that maintained the ring’s rotation. The fact that
the ring even had a zero rotation centre was a very poor design, as those areas
are typically only used on ships, not stations, giving him more reason to
believe that this was not a proper station, but a repurposed terraforming ship.
Whatever it truly was, it didn’t change that it was a subject of constant
annoyance to the Parvian.
It
wasn’t long until he came upon the sector that housed the power unit for the
comms station.. It was characterized by its pitch black colour, which was only
further darkened by the lack of power. Martin trudged on anyway, activating the
lamp hanging off his belt.
Due to
a quirk of the English language, the word stellar means both “of or relating to
a star” and “exceedingly good.” This quirk is exacerbated by the fact that ring
station 6 would be then called a stellar station, which is simply incorrect, as
the station was quite terrible, particularly for the local Parvian. The
internals of the ship were rough, outdated, and of exceedingly poor
quality.
Martin
climbed up to the power control system, which despite being a good distance
“above” him was not difficult, as the artificial gravity was reasonably lower
than the gravity of Mick’s planet (or so he was told, as he had never been there himself).
Activating the panel through the backup battery, he was greeted with a big red
power symbol. The Parvian muttered angrily to himself about something relating
to the auth chief’s mother, but was interrupted, having heard the sound of a
shuffling behind him. He turned around and lifted his lantern, squinting his
eyes, but the room was too large, and the darkness was not penetrated by his
inconsequential lamp.
Shrugging,
he turned back around to press the button. He lifted his arm, and-
Woosh
A
crushing force around his torso, and a sense of intense acceleration, the air blowing
his hair into his face. Clearing the hair out of the way of his eyes, he was
immediately met with the face of a woman in the process of wrenching her
goggles off her eyes. He was tightly gripped in her hand.
“-ugh!”
The woman tore her goggles off her head, causing her black hair to become
messy. He immediately noticed her impossibly pale skin. It was a common
occurrence for inhabitants of space stations to be pale from the lack of
sunlight, but this was a different case entirely. She rubbed her eyes with the
back of her opposite wrist. “Goddamn, that light is bright,” she winced.
Martin looked down at his exposed lamp. It
wasn’t that bright, but she was probably wearing amplifying gear to help in the
dark, which would obviously make something like his lamp a whole lot brighter.
She
looked off in the far distance, and tapped the air in a frustrated manner.
After a few moments, she looked back down at the Parvian in her hand and
grinned. Wordlessly, she hooked her thumb in the waistband of her skintight
suit and pulled it out, revealing her undergarments and nethers. Martin thought
he noticed that the outline of the panties were tighter, and the cloth part
itself was more on the loose side, a design typically employed by those who
intend to hold a Parvian. Of course, he had the feeling his theory was going to
be either proven or disproven very soon.
With
that, he was dropped in, and he both heard and felt the clothes snap shut,
pinning him against the warm genitals of the mystery woman. The heady scent was
unfortunately one quite familiar to him, and he could immediately feel that his
identification was correct. While the style made escape impossible, at least it
made the current situation less painful. The woman began walking, Martin could
feel it. He merely sat in the presence of the slit, feeling the enormous legs
to his sides slide from her movement. He knew better than to attempt
escape, as that would only cause the monster before him to get wet, making the
makeshift prison more humid, more heady, more slippery, and altogether more unpleasant.
…
After
some awkward climbing around, as the breaching hatch on Tenebris’ ship was not
designed for raiding ring stations, so the ship ended up jutting out of the
station perpendicular to the rotational gravity. The end result of this was
that she had to walk along what would normally be the walls down onto her
chair, and after a few seconds of tapping on screens that only existed in her
mind, the ship’s reactor came to life. The familiar hum of the reactor’s
magnets getting to work gave the ship a slight vibrating quality, but the
effect soon resided as the reaction became more stable.
Tenebris
rotated the chair in its socket, making it more natural for the station’s
artificial gravity. She frowned at the bulge in the crotch of her suit. The
Parvian had barely moved an inch since she put him in there.
“Hey,
guy! Do something!” She demanded, tapping the bulge. No response. She
groaned in annoyance, and stuck her hand into her suit to withdraw the man. Feeling
her hand wrap around his torso, she pulled him out with a bothered flick. He
was definitely still alive. In fact, he made direct eye contact with her.
However, there was no fear, which she didn’t at all expect from a Parvian. In
fact, he didn’t even look distraught, just slightly bothered. “Aren’t you
supposed to be terrified, and then squirm and stuff?” She inquired, bewildered
at the idea of anyone having such little fear toward being kidnapped.
“Yeah,
probably.” He murmured.
Tenebris
frowned. “You’re making this a lot less fun than it should have been,” she
groaned.
“I’m
so very sorry that your kidnapping me didn’t get you off as
much as you’d have liked.” Martin sneered in response, crossing his arms. The
display was quite bold, considering everything below his chest was currently
locked in the strange woman’s comparatively massive hand.
“Ugh.
Listen, what’s your name?”
“Martin.”
“Alright, Martin,”
She spat, “you’re going to make me feel good, or I’ll just fucking eat
you.”
“No,
you won’t,” Martin retorted, seeming almost bored.
Tenebris
physically recoiled at his response in shock. “What the hell makes you think
that I won’t?”
“You
want to sell me, no? You took me, and only me from the station because Parvians
are the hot new trend in the galaxy and you wanted a piece of that pie,
and no one wants to buy a dead Parvian.”
The
woman before him frowned even more, growing visibly more annoyed, but before
she could release her anger at him, a transmission notification came through
her neural interface, flagged by the system as highly important. She passed
along the data to the ship’s display, and hit play.
The
video feed showed only a large circle with simple plants and grass growing on
the interior with their tips pointed towards the centre, the insignia of this
station’s faction. The audio, however, was a different beast.
“Attention,
trespasser. We have identified your ship, and seized drive control. Please
return to your breaching port and wait with your hands behind your head facing
away from the door. Security forces will be dispatched to escort you from your
ship and scour it for stolen items. Failure to comply will result in further
penalties, any suspicious or uncooperative behaviour will result in the
immediate destruction of you and your ship.”
Text
appeared, reading in capital red letters “transmission over”
Tenebris’
eyes went wide, dropping the man in her grasp onto her leg. She tapped
fearfully at her controls, but the system’s response confirmed what the message
had already told her. Martin got up, brushed himself off, and finally turned
back to her and broke the silence. “I suppose that’s it for you then. I’ll be
leaving now.” He spoke, nonchalantly, turning to walk away.
“No”
she answered coldly. She placed her hand to form a wall on her leg.
The
Parvian spun back around on his heel, surprised. “What? Huh? They’re gonna loot
the ship! They’re gonna pat you down! They’ll obviously find me.”
The way
she looked at him next caused a pit to form in his stomach. The hand on her leg
drew back in, and before he could run to escape it was clasped around him
again, this time with his arms trapped to his sides as well. He began violently
thrashing to escape his fate, but it didn’t help to slow down the
process. She brought her hand to her mouth, with him in it, and gave his entire
upper body a long lick, covering him in saliva. Tenebris slid out her chair so
that she was standing on what was normally the wall again. She hooked her
opposite thumb into the back waistband of her ship suit and pulled the garment
down to her thighs, revealing her backside.
Her
supple ass was really a thing of elegance, the perfect thing to activate just
the right parts of any given neurology. The skin had the same incredible
paleness as the rest of her skin, and a very smooth quality, with blemishes one
could only pick out if they took a good time to analyze. The size was
impressive, and the shape was certainly nothing one would take issue with.
Not
that either of them took the time to notice, however, as they were both
concerned with their own matters at hand. For Martin, he was about to get
shoved up his kidnapper’s ass to hide him from authorities. For Tenebris, she
was about to shove this Parvian up her ass to hide him from authorities.
The
Parvian continued his fervent efforts, despite the complete lack of impact they
had had until then, as he was brought towards the massive woman’s anus.
Tenebris really wanted to have made it a more special moment, where she could
really soak in the power she had over the tiny man, but this would have to do.
She went into a light squat, separating her cheeks in full view of the vast
cosmos. She pressed the Parvian’s little saliva-covered face to her
pulsating asshole, and she could have sworn she actually felt the
grimace on his face as he desperately writhed to get away. His fervent squirms
were like lightning shooting up her spine, crackling along her nerves. She
maneuvered her hand around his body, pressing his face against her flexing
sphincter while she cooed in pleasure until her palm was placed against his
feet.
This
was the position. A part of her wanted to relish the moment, for the memory,
but both the logical and more primal parts of her seemed to agree that she had
to stuff his little body into her rectum as soon as possible. She began
applying pressure, while using her fingers to hold his little body straight
where his knees tried to buckle against the force of the unyielding asshole.
Right as she began to become concerned with the amount of force, the sensation
of her rosebud finally opening overcame her senses. A staggered gasp escaped
her lips, the intrusion of the Parvian feeling like ecstasy wracking her body.
She bit her lip, pumping his writhing body a tiny bit in and a tiny bit out,
getting a little deeper every time. She had to try not to scream with how
amazing it felt, his squirming and the stretching of her ass.
The
power rush was beyond intoxicating, shoving this tiny Parvian into her ass,
imagining the sensory hell he must have been going through, and how powerless
he was to stop her. Her pussy was getting rapidly more wet throughout. Better
yet, Martin had redoubled his efforts once he began to enter her colon, adding
even more of a rush of pleasure with every pump.
His
body was almost entirely inside her now, his kicking legs being the only thing
not entirely up her hungry asshole. She felt her anus contracting repeatedly,
drawing his body even further into hers without any further assistance from her
hands. She made a mental note to experiment with this later, and with that, she
placed her fingertips on his legs, and with a smooth motion, pushed him all the
way inside her.
That
was it. It was done. She could still feel him wriggling in her ass. Her finger
had slipped in behind him, but she quickly withdrew it, leaving him locked inside her. It wasn’t mindblowing or orgasmic to her, but it just
felt right. She just felt more full, more complete with the man
inside her. There was a small puddle forming on the floor beneath her, dripping
from her loins.
She
stood back up and pulled her garments from her knees back up to her waist, not
bothering to clean up her mess. Continuing on, she put on her best straight
face and marched down to the breaching door. Martin’s body jostled a little
inside her with every footfall, giving a tad of extra pleasure on top of his
normal movements. Her rectum contorted around his body, holding him tightly for
the most part. He still had the ability to squirm, but not to the point where
his movements could be called “thrashing.”
After
some careful climbing around the interior of her ship, Tenebris finally arrived
in the breaching chamber. Standing around the shut door above her was a
five-person squad with varying equipment, clearly just scientists who drew the
short straw, but still likely possessing some sort of training. She could
assume they did not carry firearms, as any poorly placed round threatened the
entire station, flimsy and thin as it was, including the person behind the gun.
She could hazard a guess they likely carried incapacitating lasers or net
shooters. Overwhelmingly likely would be that they carried blades of some sort.
Not an altercation she wanted to be involved in, best to just surrender and see
what opportunities come up later.
She
oriented herself away from the door the door, got on her knees (slightly
off-level due to the awkward angle of the docking) and placed her hands on the
back of her head. The door slid open above her, and the crew climbed down into
the ship. she was quickly handcuffed and dragged out onto the station. Power
had returned to this area of the ship again, the morons probably realizing that
she had just flipped a blatantly obvious off-switch. She was guided down a
series of grey metal hallways, crowded with equipment of all sorts, notably
including high-density terraforming chemicals.
Eventually,
the group reached a door with the control panel set to a prisoner
configuration. A hand on her shoulder turned her around. It was a woman, her
skin was fairly dark, her head was buzzed, and she seemed reasonably young. She
began by patting her down, particularly on the pockets of her loose fitting
shorts. From her pockets, she took her hand-display, multi tool, and hole
patching spray, to name a few. From behind her, she withdrew a scanner of some
sort, likely x-ray. Trying to look as calm as possible, Tenebris fiddled with
the back of her hand while the other woman began by scanning her from the head
down.
The
scanner slowly approached her midriff, inching closer to the stolen goods
inside her. As it reached her navel, it flickered and halted. “Piece of shit…”
the woman muttered, hitting the side of the device. “Whatever. I’ll get this
fixed some other time.” She gestured to the other four guards, “just lock her
up. We’ll deal with this soon enough. And get her some water, she looks like a
goddamn ghost.”
The
guards approached her, and led her into the room. It was plain, but not
terrible. It had a small bathroom in one corner, and a bed in another. The door
shut and locked behind her, leaving her alone with her own prisoner.