You return to the room where you had just been violated, and find yourself wincing at the gruesome scene, but oddly your penis still twitches slightly at the memory of your orgasm.
Shaking off that thought, you notice that an air vent grate appears knocked out and a trail of slime led through it. This, you reason, must be where Janice was taken through.
"Elara, Lawrence, come in!" You tried over the communicator. Noting but static and silence greets you.
Undeterred, you clamber through the vent and follow the slime trail. A damp, musky smell lingers in the shaft as you crawl on your hands and knees, the torch on your suit illuminating the way. As you crawl further and further, you start hearing disturbing noises. Women moaning and crying out, you can't tell whether in pain or pleasure, men groaning and screaming, as well as guttral animal like noises and sloshing sounds.
You follow the shaft, the slime trail and the noises leading you. The musky smell grows stronger and you find your cock has grown uncomfortably erect in your security suit, and your violated anus spasms occasionally, the sensatiomn was not altogether unpleasant. After what seemed like an eternity, you round the corner into a biosphere area and gaze upon the unholy sight that greets you.
"Oh my God..." you gasp. |