Martin rubbed the back of his neck. For reasons unbeknownst to
him, his captor had suddenly tensed her entire body quite hard, causing her
rectum to crush his entire body like a vice. Since then, she had flexed her ass
a few times, and none of them had been anywhere near the same pressure, giving
him the impression that something had taken place outside.
Inside her ass, it was a cramped, sweltering
sauna. He couldn’t arch his neck, or move his limbs without hitting hitting an
unpleasant surface. Her colon was unbelievably humid, and the ribbed walls were
lined with copious amounts of mucous, which stuck to his skin and just kept
accumulating in thicker layers every time she flexed. The temperature itself
was actually quite bearable, and he could feel his metabolism adjusting to the
new environment, with his body beginning to generate less of it’s own heat, an
adaptation special to Parvians. However, the worst part by far was
the smell. It was incredibly powerful, and incredibly concentrated. Unsurprisingly,
it reeked of ass, and all the terrible scents that came with an ass that he
preferred not to think about. But it was to a degree where it almost become
hard to comprehend. The smell was absolutely putrid. It clung to the skin,
burned the nostrils, watered the eyes. Even without breathing through his
mouth, Martin could taste it. It was a horrid, bitter taste that he
would not soon forget. That is, if it ever even left.
Just for good measure, as if she had been
listening to his inner monologue, the woman above him flexed her ass muscles
again, contorting around him like the galaxy’s second worst sleeping bag
(second only to the sleeping bag filled with bullet ants that he heard was in a
museum a couple light years away from here). Her contractions applied a fresh
coat of mucous to his entire body, particularly his face. His clothes and gear
were completely soaked, and unlike his last time inside a colon, he hadn’t
brought his jumpstart, so he had no “bargaining chip” so to speak. He simply
had to wait until he was released on her terms.
She hadn’t moved in a good while. Her footfalls
were usually quite noticeable, as they typically resulted in him bumping his
head on the “walls.” He guessed she was sitting down, but he couldn’t be sure.
The Parvian sat in silence.
She’d let him out soon, right? But the minutes
passed, and there was nothing but the beating of her heart and the subtle
unconscious movements of her intestines. Eventually, he felt the world rotate,
quickly, as his captor rotated onto her side, laying down. For Martin, her
laying down caused him to get a tiny moments of free fall, followed by him
crashing onto her bowel walls once again, further covering his body in her anal
mucous.
The environs were beginning to really get to him.
Every single one of his senses was having an absolutely abysmal time, and it
didn’t seem it would end anytime soon. It was becoming increasingly
unbearable.
Was this just his life now? Would he be doomed to
a life of being shoved into the least savoury parts of women? If his kidnapper
had her way and got away with the money, that would likely be his fate. But as
he came to think of it, his life was already partly that, on the ring station.
Even if he got away, God knows what would happen, especially if that damned
economist got a hold of him again. He shivered at the thought. He envied
everyone around him, who didn’t have to put up with the threat of being stepped
on, used like a toy or possessed as a rare good like jewelry. Hell, he wished
he could just hitch a ride on a ship and go somewhere else.
He paused. Somehow, in all his years aboard the
ring station, he had never considered the prospect of leaving. It was his home,
for so long. But it was miserable. It was risky to leave, but out in the galaxy
he could get away from the life he currently lead. In fact, he was currently
sitting in the rectum of his best ticket out. Only problem was, he couldn’t
leave on her terms or he’d probably get stuck up some stuck-up jerk.
A bargaining chip was what he needed, or something
that would force her to take him where he wanted to go. Of course, she’d have
to escape from his coworkers first in order to take him. It clicked. He would
help her escape, and then she would owe it to him to at the very least let him
go. It wasn’t flawless, but it was a chance, and the worst that could happen if
he failed would be returning to his normal life. A hopeful grin made its way to
his grime-covered face. For once in his life, he might be able to make
something of himself.
He began furiously wriggling in an attempt to
convince his captor to let him out, so that he could present his offer. In the
process, he was covered in more sickening ass juices, and the rapid movement
forced him to take deep breaths of the horrid, tainted air to keep himself from
passing out. But it would be would be worth it in the long run. Up above, he
could feel her stir. It was working! She stood, and her footsteps jostled the
Parvian about inside her. He shimmied his way down closer to her anus, hoping
to get a foot outside that she could pull him out with.
The world rotated. Presumably, she had bent over,
hopefully to take off the lower part of her shipsuit. He pushed his leg into
the wrinkled passage. It was difficult, as the slimy walls proved too slippery
to get a good grip, and he would often push himself back, rather than pushing
his foot in. Yet, he continued nonetheless. Slide down, kick. Slide down, kick.
This repeated, until finally, his foot miraculously went through. The outside
air felt incredibly cold after his time in her boiling innards. Using his foot
as an anchor, he slid his other leg down, parting her anus even more and
getting his second foot out. Some more awkward shimmying, and his legs from the
knee down were protruding from her asshole, touching her cheeks. A pair of
fingers grabbed his legs apprehensively, with little contact on his skin. They
began pulling, sliding his body out her ass. Martin was practically shaking
with excitement, almost not noticing the amount of mucous and grime he was
being dragged through. Almost.
Finally, he slipped out completely, and he could
have sworn he heard a “pop” when his head exited the sphincter. He was being
dangled upside down, his hair and arms hanging below him. From his upside-down
analysis, he could tell he was in a bathroom. A small one, at that. And of
course, the obvious thing taking up a lot of his view was the same massive pale
ass he had seen earlier. This time, he noticed her anus from the outside,
covered in sticky juices that had been dragged out along with his body. He
didn’t notice it last time, since he was forcing his eyes closed, but it was of
a noticeable blue hue, strangely enough.
The next moment, he was flying through the air
back toward the face of his captor. His body leaned heavily left, being dragged
behind his legs. The arm holding him slowed to a halt in front of her face,
causing him to swing the other way, before returning to his standard dangling.
Dizzy, Martin blinked a few times to regain his sense of direction.
Looking forward, he got a better look at the
woman’s face, without the unnatural blue light of his lamp. She still retained
her pale quality, and he would almost think she was ill if her blue eyes
weren’t so very bright, and almost unnaturally alert, and lips that were plush
and pink. Her jet black hair featured two streaks of red, reaching down to the
ends of her hair. He noticed her shipsuit, which was skintight, and had a pair
of mirrored red lines running up the height of it that complimented her hair.
The suit seemed reasonably professional. Below that were a pair of
military issue combat shorts she was still in the process of shimmying back up
with her opposite hand. They were loose, grey, and covered in numerous pockets,
overall very utilitarian in nature. Additionally, she seemed quite tall, for
the standards of normal sized people.
Bringing his eyes back to her face, he began to
confidently present his offer, grinning. “I have a-“
“That was fun,” she interrupted him, “how’d you
like it in there, Marty-boy?”
The grin disappeared, making way for a
confused, and slightly annoyed look. “It was terrible, it reeked like ass-“
“Pff,” she snickered, interrupting him again,
“yeah, no shit!” She smirked.
Martin stared at her, dumbfounded. “If you’re
going to shove someone up your butt, it better not have shit! That’s basic
decency.” He rebuked frustratedly, the sarcasm clearly lost on him.
She chuckled in response. This little Parvian
might probe useful yet, at least for entertainment. “So next, I’m thinking back
in the front, see if hanging out in the backseat improved your attitude much.
And then if I don’t like it, maybe I’ll have you swab the poopdeck, sailor.”
She bubbled giddily, beginning to bring Martin back down to her hips.
“Nonono, wait!” He begged, “I can help you get
off the ship!” He staggered out, desperate to get his offer on the
table. Her hand stopped moving.
“Well,” she paused, “now why didn’t you just say
so before?” She exclaimed, turning around and reaching out to put him under the
sink to her side. She turned up the faucet, slightly, careful not to overwhelm
him with too much water. Letting the water run over him, most of the grime slid
off immediately. She held his body in both hands, under his armpits, and used
her thumbs to rub off some of the more stubborn bits. “When I’m done cleaning
you up,” she explained, “I’ll hide you somewhere close and then we’ll hear your
little plan. I just don’t want to stay in here too long, your coworkers might
get suspicious if they have cameras.”
“Sorry about squeezing you real hard a little
while ago.” She apologized, noticing he grimaced in discomfort when she touched
his neck region, “I had to use one of my mods to short out their scanner, since
I couldn’t have them finding you. Only problem is, it hurts like a bitch to
use, since it’s powered by my nerves. Gets me tight all over when I use it.”
She explained.
“Is that the one that has you, yknow…” he began
to pantomime her interfacing with her neural chip with his hands,
“tippy-tapping the air?”
“Quit moving, I don’t want to drop you.” She
interjected. “But no, that’s my chip. I prefer the gesture based interactions,
the mind reading ones are too creepy for me. The EMP I used is inside my palm.”
She brought her hand up, where he could see the outline of something hard and
triangular, sitting just under the skin. The region was red and inflamed,
probably a side effect of activating it. “See?”
She returned to washing his body, this time
thumbing his arms. “Anything under the clothes?” She inquired.
“No, it’s all good in there. I think I’m alright
now, actually.” Martin replied. “Yknow, I haven’t got your name yet.”
“Tenebris.” She replied casually, turning off the
tap. Moving him into just one hand, she brought her hand up to her neck, and
she traced a line down to her breasts with her finger. Behind it, the
form-fitting suit came open, without any visible seam that was being followed
as it split apart. The suit peeled away, revealing the top of her sizeable
bust.
Before he could get a good look, he was quickly
stuffed into her cleavage, leaving him with just his face out, looking up. She
traced her finger back along the cloth, lifting her finger for a moment before
putting it back down. Behind it, the suit reassembled itself, skipping over the
part where her digit made no contacts. Gradually, her breasts were covered in
shadow, and Martin with them, until the entire area was pitch black, with the
exception of a single ray of light through the opened portion.
Evidently, the suit was airtight, as once the
neck sealed, the temperature rose dramatically, her body heat having no way of
escape but the very small hole. Martin could feel his metabolism slowing again,
after it had risen slightly when she had washed him under the warm water. Her
breasts were also more compressed when the suit was closed, pressing the
Parvian’s small body between her globes. Thankfully, it didn’t reach the
crushing pressure of her rectum by any means. In fact, it was almost
comfortable, and pleasantly warm.
Tenebris took a moment to remover her hair tie,
and then proceeded to walk back out the bathroom, toward the bed at the centre
of the room, every footfall jostling the man in her bosom. Martin felt the
stomach-lurching sensation of free fall for a moment while she sat down. His
ray of light became blocked out, as her recently freed hair fell around her
head.
“Hey” she whispered, from above, “can you hear me
alright?”
“Yeah.” He replied.
“Good. So that plan, let me hear it.”
“One time,” he began, “A coworker of mine, who
wasn’t very fond of my personal boundaries, was feeling a little frisky. So,
she put me in her panties to keep her entertained. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
Anyway, she decided she would take a nap, without removing me from my…
predicament. I ended up getting out, but the door was locked. But that day-“
“Dude. Moral of the story. Hurry it up.” Tenebris
interrupted.
The Parvian pouted a little in her bust. “The
‘moral of the story’ was that flashing a door’s local drive will reset it,
regardless of what mode it was. If we can pulse the hard drive, we can get out
of here. From there, we can climb up the spokes of the ring, and detach the
main ship from the station, and use it to escape.” He summarized.
“There, that wasn’t so hard. Now, two problems with
that, first, I don’t see what’s in it for you. It strikes me as a little
weird.” She pointed out.
Between her tits, Martin raised an eyebrow in
confusion. “Did you not notice the part where a woman could just kidnap me like
that? It sucks here! If I go with you, I can leave this shithole. And since
you’ll owe me a solid, the least you could do would be to drop me off at the
nearest system.”
Tenebris frowned. “I guess I would owe you one,
wouldn’t I?” She mulled it over for a few moments. “Okay, second thing, why do
we have to steal from the station? I came here in my own ship, you were on it!”
“My people are going to be all over that thing,
they’ve probably already scavenged it down to the bones.”
Tenebris was, evidently, unhappy with this news. “That’s
disappointing to hear, I liked that one. Whatever, shit happens, what can you
do,” she shrugged, “it’s a deal.”
Martin pumped his fist in excitement. Or, at
least, he tried to. His arms being stuck to his sides between Tenebris’ boobs,
it ended up being more of a joyful clench of his fist. Cheerily, he began. “Do
you see a metal rectangular box coming slightly out of the wall on the left
side of the door?”
“Yeah, looks pretty thick.” The woman answered
from above.
“That’s where the door’s internals are
located,”he guided, “you’re gonna need an X-class thirteen-millimeter plasma
cutter at least to cut it open, and then you have to be very careful to-“
An audible fizzle, followed by Tenebris groaning
in pain could be heard. Her entire body steeled itself, causing the pressure to
increase for Martin. She relaxed back down. “Did you just EMP the control box?”
“I did!” She bubbled in response. To the right,
the door audibly slid open. Breaking into a sprint, she booked it down the hall
toward the nearest spoke. The man in her breasts slid and moved more and more
as her sprint began to generate sweat. Catching the ladder of one of the
spokes, her rapid halting caused his body to shoot out from between her breasts
and become pinned between the tight suit and her stomach. The situation only
grew more perilous as she began to ascend the ladder, the intense movement in
combination with her body shaking every time she planted her foot on a rung was
causing him to slide further down her body, toward the bottom of her shipsuit.
He desperately tried to grab onto anything to prevent himself from becoming a
stain on the increasingly far floor, but the surface of her toned stomach was
too smooth to provide any handholds.
He popped out the bottom of the suit into her
shorts, but they proved too loose, and he slipped farther down. Right before it
would be too late, however, he managed to grab the opening at the leg of her
shorts. The movement of her legs caused him to swing wildly, threatening to
make him lose his grip. Using all his strength, he willed himself to reach up
towards the hem of one of her pockets. Then another. He kept climbing,
desperate to regain height. Eventually, he reached a sufficiently large pocket,
but it was buttoned shut. Once Martin felt her touch the next rung, he made his
move. It took every bit of muscle he had, but he gripped the button with one
arm and wrenched it open with a grunt. His other arm had to hold his entire
body weight during this, and it was becoming very fatigued. With the last of
his stamina, he lifted his body into the pocket, swung his legs across the lip,
and dropped in.
Within the pocket, he took deep breaths, trying
to recover some energy and calm himself down. The artificial gravity was
becoming gradually less intense the higher Tenebris climbed, until it was
indistinguishable from zero-g. Finally, she climbed through the bulkhead at the
top of the spoke and entered actual zero-g.
The centre was a large cylindrical drum,
reminiscent of a tuna can. It was an average build for ship, outside of its
abnormal shape. It was similar to a lot of cargo ships, as it was equipped with
a larger-than-normal thruster to help lug around the massive ring, while being
rated for minimal acceleration. The ring around it jutted out around three hundred
meters (being in a normal scale - to a Parvian, the distance would be almost
four kilometres). The ship was made up of three levels, with the floors pointed
towards the thrusters, so that under acceleration, one could use the ship as if
it were under normal gravity.
Tenebris panted tiredly, heaving her chest. She
slowly turned about the interior in the zero-g, desperate to catch her breath.
“Alright,” she pushed out her words between breaths, “what’s next?” No response
from between her breasts. Her heart skipped a beat - Martin wasn’t there. She
was so focused on climbing, that he could have fallen out and she wouldn’t have
even noticed. Before she could go back to check the spoke, however, she heard a
noise down below, and felt movement on her thigh. Looking down, she noticed the
Parvian in the process of popping open her pocket and getting his upper body
out. She let out a long sigh of relief.
“Oi! We’re not done yet! They might come up
here!” Martin shouted up, noticing her relief. “We need to get these bulkheads
locked off,” he commanded, “we need to trigger the pressure censors to lock off
the area! There’s a first aid unit on the wall, you need to grab the syringe
and-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know the syringe trick.” She
interrupted, using her arms to propel herself along toward the medical unit.
Opening it, she grabbed a plasma scalpel and a handful of plastic syringes.
“How many?”
“Two. Should be right across from each other, if
I remember right. Close to the console.”
The plasma scalpel heated itself up, soundlessly,
the metal blade glowing white-hot. Two straight, quick cuts through the
syringes removed the needle end, leaving a cylindrical tube with molten plastic
on one side and the plunger on the other. Martin took one, and hopped out of
the pocket, while Tenebris planted her legs firmly on the walls and launched
herself toward the other end. They both approached their individual sensors,
and placed the molten portion over the sensors, so that it would harden into a
pressurized seal.
“Ready?” The Parvian shouted to his
conspirator.
“Ready.” She affirmed, “three, two, one,
pull!”
Simultaneously, they pulled the plunger of their
syringes up, with Martin in particular having to leverage his entire body
against the thumb hook. The resulting lower pressure tripped the sensors, and a
blaring horn came over the PA. “LARGE PRESSURE DIFFERENTIAL DETECTED - SEALING
BULKHEADS” a robotic female voice rang over the speaker. The spokes’
bulkheads loudly sealed, shrieking and squealing shut. Once they had closed,
the locking mechanisms clicked in, sealing the chamber.
But it wasn’t over yet. They had to
actually leave still, but in order to leave, they had to detach the
ring. The main issue of this being that the controls were likely operated in
the auth centre, which was in the ring.
Martin carefully threw himself toward the
console, Tenebris following behind. He grasped onto a switch, anchoring
himself, careful not to flip it. He maneuvered about until he reached the comms
console. Unable to press down the button himself (Newton’s second law is a
bitch sometimes), he gestured towards his co-conspirator to come press it for
him. After a brief moment of looking at the horribly outdated console in
disgust, she pressed the button, enabling communication between the auth centre
and the ship.
“Hey, auth guys. It’s Martin. I, uhm, I’m taking
the ship. Please unclamp the ring.” He demanded awkwardly, seeming pitifully
unthreatening.
Tenebris rolled her eyes. She swept the Parvian
aside with the back off her hand, sending him careening across the capsule, and
began speaking into the microphone. “This is Tenebris, previous captain of the
starship Loki, and now an escaped prisoner of your station. There is an
antimatter bomb on my ship. I have control of it. Detach the ring, or I will
blow this fucking station to quarks. If you so much as move a muscle before we
reach safe distance, you’re dead. Thank you for your cooperation.” She lifted
her finger from the comm control button, and with a few other flicks, disabled
all comms. It was the auth centre’s move now. She looked back at Martin,
wearing a smug look of superiority.
The Parvian waved his hand dismissively.
“Whatever, I was going to get there.” Suddenly, his expression changed as he
thought for a moment. “Hold on a second, an antimatter
bomb? You have one of those?”
She grinned slyly. “Would it matter if I did? I
wouldn’t risk it if I were them.” She winked.
The ship shook and groaned. The interior
bulkheads detached from the spike’s bulkheads, and slowed to a halt. An alert
came up on the console, reading ‘RING CLAMP DETACHED - PLEASE VISIT A VERACORP
TERRAFORMING STATION AT EARLIEST CONVENIENCE FOR RESUPPLY.’ Martin pointed at
the display. “Ha! I knew it! Terraforming ship!” He exclaimed. Tenebris raised an
eyebrow at him in response. “Nevermind that, it’s nothing.” He relented.
Tenebris began configuring the ship for a burn.
Martin watched her input the configuration. It began with a three-gee burn,
sustained for two minutes, likely to get safe distance from the station, and
was followed by a one-gee burn sustained for three-thousand hours, reaching
fifty percent lightspeed. Deceleration would be set to begin after another
eighty thousand galactic hours, or forty thousand local hours, due to
relativistic time dilation. Their destination was regarded by the console as
the Scelestus system. Martin hadn’t heard of it before, but it couldn’t be too
bad. The entire trip would take a little over ten years (years, of course,
being long since out of use as a measurement of time, since days, months, and
years did not really apply anywhere besides earth). Cryosleep would be
necessary.
Tenebris grabbed the Parvian and took a seat in
the acceleration couch. She placed him between her legs, so that he was stood
straight up. In this position, the three gees would be much more tolerable. She
squeezed her thighs together to hold him upright, and initiated the burn.
The drive rumbled to life, and suddenly, they
were off. The ship’s drive blasted them forward, acceleration making it feel
like they were being crushed under three times their weight, which technically,
they were. Martin, thankfully, was familiar with the breathing techniques used
to prevent oneself from passing out in higher gees, but he had never actually used
them. To prevent himself from hyperventilating, he tried to fixate on something
else. He felt the heat of Tenebris’ crotch on his back, which only got warmer
as more blood pooled at her lower extremities. At his sides, her exposed legs
were getting tighter around him, helping to keep him from falling over. Short
breath, clench the abs, release, repeat. Short breath, clench the abs, release,
repeat. He could feel Tenebris doing it as well against his back. Short breath,
clench the abs, release, repeat. Keep the blood flow to the brain. Short
breath, clench the abs, release, repeat.
Suddenly, it was over. The rumbling calmed down,
and the burn shifted to one gee. Tenebris released her hold on Martin. He took
a deep breath, and walked out toward her knees, and sat down, relaxing against
her thigh. The heat was a particular enjoyment for Parvians, as being around
more heat meant they wouldn’t have to eat nearly as much food.
They sat for a few minutes, before Tenebris broke
the silence. “We should go check out those cryopods.” She suggested, holding
out her open palm.
Martin nodded, and stepped on. They began looking
for the crypods. “So, uhm, where are we headed?” Martin inquired, trying to
make conversation.
“Guyen station.” She replied succinctly, “trader
outpost. Gonna trade the ship for some gear and a ride to the nearest wealthy
system. Edo has a pretty good biologicals industry.”
“Why do you want to go to a wealthy system with a
big biologicals industry?” He asked, confused. But the realization hit
him like a bag of tungsten. His heart sank to his stomach. “Oh.” He muttered
dejectedly. Of course. He cursed himself for being so horribly naive,
especially in regards to the decency of non-Parvians. In all honesty, he wasn’t
sure what he was thinking. The entirety of his life was showing him he couldn’t
trust others to do what was right, and yet he still had the hubris to try and
appeal to the concept of ‘owing someone one’.
Tenebris looked off down at the heartbroken
Parvian. She felt a pang at her chest for what she was doing. “Listen, dude.
It’s nothing personal… it’s just, you did try to strike a deal that was based
on morals, with a hijacking thief who was trying to traffic another hominid,
after I had shoved you up my ass. That is kind of on you, man.”
“It’s just that I thought…” he began, before
trailing off. He let out a deep sigh. “You’re right,” he relented. He lowered
his gaze in shame, and slumped over onto his ass.
She watched on in pity at the man in her palm.
She knew, deep down in whatever black, malformed criminal’s heart resided in
her chest, that she couldn’t do this to him. God knows what those people would
have done to her if he hadn’t been there to get her out. Whatever she chose,
she knew she would live to regret it. “Ughhhh!” She groaned, frustrated at her
yielding to emotion. “How about this: I’m still going to sell you, but I’m
going to give you a choice of who. If you don’t like the people at Edo, I won’t
make you go with them. We’ll keep going until we both agree on someone.
Fair?”
Martin looked back up at her, and nodded
solemnly. They continued on silently, making peace with their new agreement,
until they finally came upon the cryopods.
They were built into the wall so that the frozen
would be sat upright. Two of them had special containers that sat inside the
pod, which were miniature versions of the pods themselves, built to hold
Parvians, while using the runoff energy and conditions of the larger pod.
Parvian cryopods were much cheaper to produce, since Parvian’s ability to
handle different metabolisms made their bodies much more responsive to the
pods. The brand was Viltro-Mohri Cybernetics, which was surprising, as it was a
very high-quality brand, which Tenebris had not expected from the previous
owners.
After double checking the telemetry and preparing
the cryopods, they both stepped in, and were lulled into the dreamless sleep of
the frozen.