3 comments/ 31337 views/ 21 favorites Spacegirl: Kentauris-7 Ch. 01 By: sporgasbored The isolated world of Kentauris-7, an earthlike world in the Pavonis Sector, is located along the border of the Intai Juhen Worlds. The Intai Juhen, a coalition of vile races that had been preying on humanity covertly for decades, possibly longer, opposed only by the valiant efforts of the Alien Defense Directorate. Less than a month ago, scientists had stumbled upon the home worlds of the Intai Juhen, and this silent war erupted into open conflict, bringing the conventional military forces of humanity to bear on the Intai Juhen. Among these forces were the brave women of Aphrodite's Legion. The ADD continued to operate in the shadows, its existence known only to a few. Two days before, a detachment of scouts and scientists discovered something terrifying on Kentauris-7... then contact was lost. In the darkness of the night side of Kentauris-7, a sleek arrowhead shape of a "Raptor"-class troopship glided silently through the inky blackness. In the upper atmosphere, the air was too thin to make much noise. Aboard the ship, nine Legionaries and one ADD "advisor" named Hitomi Kotani sat in drop capsules, waiting impatiently for the drop siren. Rather than risk a landing, the mission commanders instead opted to use the risky but less noticeable drop capsules to insert a team of elite Legionaries on the surface to locate and rescue the lost detachment of scientists. The ADD sent along it's own advisor, the famous Spacegirl, because of her "intimate" knowledge of the Intai Juhen. No one spoke before drops... the Legionaries were superstitious about such things. In their headsets, all ten women could hear the chatter between the pilot and commander. "Nearing drop zone >" "Ladies, drop in 30 seconds, good luck, and good shooting" "26... 25... 24..." "Miller, what the hell is that?" "21... huh? Oh no... we've been spotted. Hold on!" Hitomi felt the sudden surge of motion as she was slammed against the side of the drop capsule. The impact hurt despite the thick padding. This was not normal, she thought... and not good. Hitomi never had been in a military drop capsule. The ADD used similar things, but their dropships were stealthier, larger, and more delicate. More comfortable than these coffin sized military capsules, she thought. Another shudder rattled Hitomi around the capsule. Something had gone terribly wrong. "Shit! Shit! Control that spin! Dammit, I can't bring it back online!" "Too late. Get them out!" "...yes sir. Legionaries, ejection in 3... 2... 1..." An abrupt acceleration knocked the wind out of Hitomi's lungs as magnetics shot the capsules out of the troopship. On the small video display, Hitomi could see the troopship, and the other capsules. Her heart sank. The troopship was in a flat spin, flames pouring from the hole in it's hull, and was plainly doomed. The drop capsules had been ejected randomly, at a shallow angle, and would not come down anywhere near the drop point. They would arrive on an enemy-held world, scattered across 10,000 square kilometers of alien forest. This assumed that Hitomi would even survive the landing... this capsule might be her coffin, she thought. Within seconds, the capsule had fallen far enough that the whistle of the atmosphere became a shriek, even through the armored walls of the drop capsule. A green light turned to red, and the retro rockets fired, braking the capsule to a safe descent speed. The sudden deceleration pushed the walls of the capsule into Hitomi with violent force. Blackness. Elsewhere on Kentauris-7... Sgt. Christina Dubois shook her head, clearing the last fog from her brain. The landing had been rough, but she was alive, and apparently none the worse for wear. All of the systems on the capsule were down... no video, no life support, and the air was getting stuffier by the minute. No way to tell what lie waiting outside the armored confines of the capsule, she thought, but she sure as hell couldn't stay here. Christina reached above her head, and pulled the lever. A hiss and a pop, and red sunlight streamed in, making her squint. She leaped out of the capsule, bringing her rifle up while going prone at the same time. Her Legionary reflexes drove her to cover before she even looked around. "Oh god... this isn't my drop point." Christina looked around, taking stock. The air was warm, still, and unpleasantly humid, filled with numerous weird smells. She was in a jungle, thick trees with flat blue-gray leaves, twisting tangles of vines in every direction, and soft gray soil beneath her feet with no grass. Large colonies of a vile-looking fungus grew here and there among the trees, and the air was split by the lusty cries of a myriad of animals, all competing to be heard. Here and there, she could see movement in the brush, but time and again it proved to be some minor animal... nothing to concern her. A Legionary in full array had nothing to fear from any animal. She had her gauss rifle, her vibro bayonet, her armor, and all the grenades and ammunition she could possibly want. Checking her wrist computer, she saw that she was four kilometers from the assembly point. Not far as the crow flies, but in a jungle like this it could take all day. And she was alone. She started walking. An hour later, Christina still hadn't encountered anything dangerous. She removed her stuffy helmet and let her brunette hair fall down her shoulders. She had been moving for the entire hour, but couldn't tell if she'd made any substantial progress. With a heavy sigh, she sat down on a large boulder to rest. Placing her helmet and rifle on the rock beside her, she lay back to rest. The Legionary stretched and took a deep breath, and unzipped the ceramic cuirass she wore. Unrestrained by the heavy armor plates, her full breasts pressed against her sweat soaked t-shirt. Catching her breath at last, she caught the faint scent of something odd, a cinnamon aroma. She sat up, and looked around. The smell was definitely stronger down the animal trail she was following. Inhaling deeper, Christina stood up and walked down the trail, leaving her helmet and rifle behind. She began to breathe more deeply with each step. Her vest began to feel constricting, so she slid out of it, leaving it on the side of the trail. A few more paces, and the cinnamon aroma was overpowering. Christina was panting now, her light brown skin shone in the light with beads of sweat, her pupils dilated with arousal. Christina could feel moisture trickle down her inside thigh as her arousal grew seemingly from nowhere. Christina's head was swimming. Her skin began to itch. As she rubbed herself unconsciously, she began removing clothing. First the t-shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to the open air, her chocolate colored nipples already painfully erect. The Legionary was having trouble focusing her thoughts... something drove her forward. She stopped to remove her boots and pants, her long muscular thighs slick with sweat. Only her white cotton panties, soaked with the musky secretions, signs of her fierce sexual tension, remained. She stumbled forward, her calves being scratched by small thorn bushes, the blossoms of which turned to follow her progress. Christina stumbled into a clearing, and saw the source of the scent. In the center sat a large gray sphere, covered with leathery hide, roughly three meters across and a meter and a half high. Towering out of the top was a single thick stalk ending in a pod, which itself seemed to have a multi-lipped mouth of sorts. The Legionary walked slowly up to it, able to see that the powerful cinnamon scent was pouring out of a series of gills along the side of the thing. The pod-like structure slowly swiveled and pointed at her, as if now aware of her presence in the grove. It opened as it turned, revealing several thick tentacles and a mass of cilia. She watched, entranced, as the stalk bent forward hungrily. Suddenly, the stalk snapped forward violently, sending a mass of thin tendrils at her. Startled from her reverie an instant too late, Christina found herself entangled hopelessly in the sticky thrashing mess. She fell backwards as the stalk snapped backwards, and slowly began pulling her in. Christina pulled at the tendrils, but it was like fighting with jelly coated steel wires... useless. "No! Nooooo!" she cried, becoming aware of the futility of her struggle. The adhesive gel that coated the trapping mass of tendrils was also affecting her skin, making it hypersensitive. In spite of her predicament, the Legionary was already aroused nearly to orgasm. Turning her head to face the pod, she saw that three of the tentacles had extended from the mouth of the pod, each one opening like a starfish belly. The underside of each had a number of muscular suction cups and a single thinner pipe in the center. As she was dragged closer and closer to the massive organism, the tentacles slowly and delicately made their way through the entangling fibers. Christina's arms were hopelessly ensnared, but her legs were pulled apart. Christina knew then that this was no normal predator, it was an Intai Juhen construct... eating was not what this thing had in mind. She screamed. Fear mixed with arousal as the first of the tentacles nudged gently against her cotton panties, seeking access to her wet center. Pushing against her clitoris, the tentacle found purchase and slid around the side of the panty. It violently yanked it off, then returned to her throbbing cunt. The starfish head opened and settled over her crimson lips. Suction cups pulled mercilessly at her swollen clitoris, making Christina arch her back and thrust her breasts upwards, her screams of terror turning slowly into moans of pleasure. The entangling tendrils clung to her breasts, but slid back and forth across the nipples, causing her a brief spasm of pleasure and mingling with the exquisite sensations coming from her vagina. The other petals of the tentacle in her crotch suckled on her labia and on the inside of her thighs. The legionary gasped as the tube extended from the tentacle, penetrating slowly inside the clenching walls of her vagina as the tendrils which held her fast began to turn her on her belly. She barely noticed when the second tentacle settled upon her round, firm buttocks and spread them apart, as she was in the throes of a small orgasm. Though her eyes watered from the pleasure, she did feel when the small tube pushed against the tight rosebud of her anus. Squeezing tightly to prevent penetration proved useless as the tube simply slid in as though without resistance. All the while, the tendrils kept pulling the Legionary closer to the main pod's mouth. Suddenly both tubes began pumping a thick fluid into her openings, both her anus and her vagina, something terribly hot, almost burning. Christina screamed again in pain. But the pain quickly faded as the heat turned into pleasant warmth, and she felt herself go limp. Totally immobilized but still able to feel everything, she felt a tingling begin in her core, spreading quickly outward. By the time the tingling reached her head and hands, a new sensation appeared. An orgasm, centered on her vagina and rectum, radiated outward as the tingle had. But instead of fading, the orgasm grew in intensity. Eventually it encompassed her whole body. She began to thrash and scream, eventually falling silent as she was unable to breathe, unable to do anything but come. It was then that the third tentacle settled over her face. The tube pushed down her throat, filling her with the same fluid, and the orgasm redoubled. Smaller tendrils pierced her throat, exchanging blood and keeping her conscious despite her inability to breathe. The orgasm just went on and on, slowly increasing in intensity, as Sgt. Christina Dubois began to go mad from the pleasure. She was completely unaware of what happened to her as she was pulled into the pod, which lifted her up and pulled her into the stalk. Still twitching and shaking as she passed down the tube, she was eventually deposited into a slime filled cavity, where she floated in perpetual ecstasy, kept alive by the tentacle that clung to her face. Christina's mind eventually shattered and faded, and she became a mindless battery, generating endless waves of orgasmic energy... feeding the Intai Juhen they had come to Kentauris-7 to kill. The legionary was never aware that she floated next to Pvt. Yukiko Inaba, one of her own troops. The pair experienced more pleasure than anyone could imagine, and it would never end. ...................... Aphrodite's Legion is used in this story with the permission of Stormbringer Spacegirl: Kentauris-7 Ch. 02 Spacegirl awoke in stuffy darkness, lying on her side. Quickly feeling around, she realized that she was still in her drop capsule. All power was off, but she was still able to locate most of her supplies, as well as the release handle above her head. She listened for a bit, hoping for some idea of what lay waiting for her, but she heard nothing. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the handle. Dim red light flooded in, displaying the blue-gray forest canopy. Small crustaceans scuttled here and there, and fungus grew in thick strands among the various trees. Hitomi's capsule rested on its side in a swampy morass. Instead of firm ground, all she could see was mud. However, it didn't seem to be very deep. The sun was no longer visible, and appeared to be setting. It would be dark soon. Spacegirl was wearing a skin-tight body suit, armored and water-resistant. Taking out a small backpack, she pulled out a flashlight and a laser pistol, her usual armament. Shining the flashlight revealed a vast array of tiny eyes watching her in the darkness. She closed the capsule, slung the backpack, and began slogging towards the setting sun, hoping to find some drier ground. The mud was thick, and slow going... fifteen minutes and a hundred meters later, Hitomi was gasping, exhausted from plowing through the thick mud. The only consolation was that it didn't seem to be getting any deeper. Hitomi leaned against a tree to get some rest, brushing a vine out of her face. Suddenly, several vines dropped down, quickly coiling around Spacegirl's arms and torso, yanking her off her feet. Hitomi yelped with dismay as the flashlight and pistol fall from her grip, landing in the mud with a splat. The flashlight pointed upwards, illuminating her captor... In the tree was a large, barrel-shaped thing, open mouth at the base of it slobbering and drooling. It was covered with leathery gray hide, and a dozen or more tentacles were strung throughout the tree. Hitomi was being lifted towards the maw. Hitomi struggled mightily, but to no effect, as the tentacles tore the pack from her and dropped it at the base of the tree. One tentacle, rough and slimy, slid down the collar of her bodysuit, between her supple breasts. Finding purchase along a seam, it tore upwards. Other tentacles joined in, making short work of Spacegirl's bodysuit. Hitomi reached the mouth of the barrel, and was thrust inside screaming. Myriad smaller tendrils, each secreting a thick clear slime, took over where the outer tentacles left off. The lips closed over her, leaving her boot-covered feet exposed. Hitomi thrashed back and forth, expecting at any moment to feel the searing of digestive enzymes as the thing devoured her. Instead, she felt only warmth and a tingling sensation. The tendrils wriggled and writhed and massaged her smooth brown skin, and she began to relax. Strangely, she was still able to breathe without difficulty. After a moment, she began to calm down. The tendrils circled Hitomi's breasts, tweaking gently at her dark brown nipples until they jutted out proudly. Similar tendrils gently teased apart her labia, and licked at her firm buttocks. This continued until Hitomi's skin glowed with her arousal, and her breath came in ragged gasps. "Well, this is not so bad", Hitomi thought as she gently crept towards an orgasm. Then she felt the barrel contract slightly. Something long and thick moved in the space with her, like a lumpy python. The sensual massage sped up somewhat, making it difficult for Hitomi to concentrate. She was so close to coming... Then she felt it. Something thick and blunt pressed against her spread labia, nudging her engorged clitoris. "Oh god... YES-YES-YES-OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo"... Spacegirl came like a gunshot, sharp and violent, as the thick tentacle pushed inward as far as her cervix. She spasmed and shook and screamed as waves of pleasure roared through her. Small tendrils tugged at her clitoris and nipples, and tickled at her delicate anus, poking in just a little. The tentacle forced its way into her womb and widened. Spacegirl could feel as the thick tube deposited several small, round objects deep inside her, and her constant orgasm was tinged with dread. She could feel the things moving down the length of the tube, entering her and joining the others. After nearly five minutes of constant orgasm, the tentacle suddenly pulled out and retracted away from her. The barrel began to convulse wildly, and Spacegirl was forcibly expelled from inside, trapped inside an alien thing one minute, hurtling through open air the next. Hitomi landed face first in the mud. Pulling herself out, she could see that the creature had dropped from the tree, and was pushing itself away through the mud, making quick progress. Fortunately, she could still see her flashlight and laser pistol, but there was no sign of her backpack or anything else. As she stood to retrieve her things, she felt the weight of the peach-pit sized spheres shifting in her womb. That thing had impregnated Hitomi. As she began slogging towards the light of the flashlight, she felt the first of many abdominal cramps... it would be a long night for Spacegirl. She still had no idea where she was. And no idea she was being watched. Private Dena Raleigh crept through the thick jungle, following the trail of something in the dark. The sun had gone down an hour ago, and she was using her night vision goggles. Small and wiry, like an Olympic gymnast, with not an ounce of extra fat, she made her way through the jungle like a cat. She had managed to escape from her landing capsule intact, and she had a pretty good idea where she was. Unfortunately, she had no idea where the rest of the squad was. She saw the troopship slam into the ground several kilometers away, and resolved NOT to go that way. Certainly the damned Intai Juhen, or "Inju's" as they were called, would be prowling around there. Dena had no desire to end up in their slimy clutches. Dena had already found the gear stripped from Sgt. Dubois, dropped carelessly to the side. She shivered at the thought of what must have happened to her, and worked the action on her gauss rifle, a pointless but reassuring gesture to the Legionary. The trail that she followed was a human one wearing standard boots, possibly a member of the missing survey team. Deana was the squad's most experienced tracker, since she was from the colony on Tall Trees. Her woodcraft was unequalled in the squad, and she was confident of her ability to handle anything, come what may. Moving silently through the brush, she came into a clearing, and found a small dome, obviously a shelter erected by the survey team. The dome was about four meters high, and wide enough to house several people. The entrance door was open... in fact had been smashed outward, as though something large had burst out from the inside. Signs of a struggle could be seen here and there. The dome was pitted from rifle fire, and bits of rubble were scattered through the clearing, some burned or crushed, some slime covered. A single blood-spattered boot sat in the doorway incongruously, drawing the Legionary's eye. Dena raised her gun up, and crept quietly to the doorway. Moving in silently, not even breathing, she saw horror. To the side of the doorway sat the desiccated corpse of a human male, obviously sucked dry by the Inju's. They had little use for men, usually. Moving further in, Dena discovered a large hole in the center of the floor, nearly two meters wide. It looked as though acid had burned a hole in the plastic floor material. Getting closer to the shaft, she saw that it was lined with some disgusting organic material, a wet pink pulsing substance. The shaft went down ten meter before curving away, and had a disturbingly vaginal quality about it. Dena sat and stared at the rim of the hole, which emitted a wet, faintly musky smell. A lesbian like many of the Legionaries, she was captivated by the idea of a vagina-tunnel. Dena shook the sexual thoughts out of her head. It was obviously an Inju trick, probably pheromones. It wouldn't work on Dena... she was wise to that, turning to look at the dried corpse, stripped of life so thoroughly that it didn't even attract carrion eaters. "Poor bastard", she said quietly, "never send a man to do a woman's job". Then she heard movement behind her. Dena whirled. Firing silently as she turned, Dena shattered the carapace of the guardian of the tunnel instantly, before it could even shriek a warning. The gauss rifle, on "low" setting, made only a soft chuffing noise as it send 3mm darts through the spider-like guardian. Preoccupied by her victory over the Inju battledrone, she didn't notice the real guardian, the hideous monstrosity which lay waiting in a tangled web at the top of the dome. Two whip-like tendrils shot downward. One slammed into her arm, knocking the gun out of her grasp. "NoooooOOOOO", she shrieked as she watched the rifle fall down the pulsing pink tunnel. The other struck Dena on the back of the head, pitching her forward and stunning her. Dena felt her feet taken out from under her as she was hoisted violently upward, flung through the air into a web, where she stuck fast. After some time, when her head cleared, the Legionary glanced around to see her predicament. She immediately began to scream. In the middle of the dome a large creature, like a giant sea anemone, hung with flailing tentacles. Flabby sacs of fluid, bulging eyes, and a network of foul tubes that spread across the ceiling like roots. That was what had attacked her. She was nude, and her uniform and equipment lay in a wad of webbing that the anemone dropped down the pulsing chute. Around the walls of the dome was a thick web, crawling with small leechlike things and pulsing tubes. Scattered here and there, Dena could make out human figures. Across from her, a woman hung from the fibrous web, twitching and shaking, with tubes coming out of her vagina. Tattered scraps of a civilian jumpsuit hung from her. The leeches had affixed themselves to the woman's breasts. The woman was clearly not conscious, but appeared to be in the throes of an unceasing orgasm. Further over, a human shaped lump, also with various tubes coming out of it, quivered slowly. Soft moans, possibly pain, possibly ecstasy, issued forth, muffled by the thick cocoon of webbing. Dena could see the leeches moving towards her, attracted by her movement. She thrashed and struggled, but could not free herself. Wasting no time, the first leech crawled straight to her vagina, affixing powerful suction mouthparts to her clitoris. Almost simultaneously, two more made their way across her flat, white belly and up the swell of her small gymnast's breasts. Each one took hold of a nipple, both erect with fear, and began a powerful rhythmic suction. Dena gasped unwillingly at the feel of it. Despite her bravado, she was terrified... and aroused as she had never been. No woman, certainly no man had ever made her feel like this. Moments later, two more just like it joined the leech at her vagina. One attached itself to her quivering anus, causing her to redouble her screaming and her efforts to escape. The other pushed it's slimy nose into her depths, burrowing vigorously inward. The stimulation of this, combined with the sucking, took Dena to the edge of orgasm. Only her legionary training allowed her to resist. "I shouldn't be... oh god so good... this aroused.... Got to be chemicals..." she thought, as the stimulation increased. "Can't let it make me... no... no...", she muttered, "YES! YES! OH GOD, YES!". Her screams of pleasure quickly grew ragged and incoherent as the chemicals secreted by the leeches settled into the Legionary's bloodstream. In spite of this, Dena was conscious enough to feel the other leeches slowly laying filaments across her... she was also conscious enough to feel when long, wet tubes replaced the leeches, but continued sucking her mercilessly. Dena knew that she was fated to end up cocooned and thrashing, trapped in endless orgasm like the luckless women across from her. She felt leeches moving across her pale skin, leaving tingling trails of pleasure. As they moved across her, the leeches suckled her skin like lovers. One moved across her face, trapping her head. Dena's last sane thought as a tube moved in position to cover her face, as she looked down at the dried corpse of the man by the entrance... "Lucky bastard." ...................... Aphrodite's Legion is used in this story with the permission of Stormbringer Spacegirl: Kentauris-7 Ch. 03 In dark underground chambers, humid, warm, and pulsing as though inside a living thing, the hive mind of the Intai Juhen colony on Kentauris-7 roused slowly from the dormant dreaming state it occupied when not otherwise engaged. For long periods, only individual organisms were active... guard drones, or the small crustacean-like animals that maintained the health of the colony. Only when something aroused its interest... a threat, a scientific curiosity, or prey... did the larger, more intelligent members of the collective waken from their dreaming state. After the human colony had been destroyed- the males killed, the females harvested, the hive mind drifted off into dreaming, daily routines insufficient to occupy the cold, inhuman intellect. Now, with the arrival of the Aphrodite's Legion, all three criteria were fulfilled. The specimens already captured were intriguing: fierce fighters who knew what they were after, yet young women whose bodies could be used to suit the dark purposes of the Intai Juhen. Deep underground, organisms began to stir. Hitomi Kotani, known to most as Spacegirl, stumbled out of the dark woods, clutching her stomach. "Nnnngh", she grunted, as her womb spasmed and contracted painfully. Impregnated by some hideous Intai thing hours before, the numerous small nodules she felt in her womb were moving around... periodically she felt a stabbing pain in addition to the dull ache that accompanied her at all times now. A lesser person would have collapsed, but Spacegirl was not an ordinary person. Gritting through her pain, she had walked for hours through the dark alien jungle and had unwittingly found the lost survey outpost. Hitomi heard a scuttling noise to her left, and without a thought threw herself behind a large plastic box, left behind by the human team. From concealment, she peered at the source of the noise. A large dome-shaped concrete building with a hole blasted out of it... a garage or storage area, probably. At the entrance to the breached dome, an insectoid thing, roughly man-sized, lay in a crumpled heap. Hitomi looked more closely. The creature's carapace had been shattered by automatic weapon fire... probably a Legionary's gauss rifle. Several small creatures, shaped like lobsters, crawled around it, snipping pieces off with their formidable claws and carrying the scraps into the darkness of the dome's unlit interior. Hitomi watched for several minutes as the crustaceans reduced the insectoid carcass to a dark stain on the ground. A painful stabbing sensation in her belly snapped Hitomi from her observation. Unthinkingly, she let out a yelp of pain as she doubled over and fell prone behind the box. Immediately she pushed her fist into her mouth to stifle her cries, but it was too late. Several of the crab creatures had already swarmed over the box, and stared at her with glittering eyes. Unable to fight in her agony, eyes swimming with pain, she felt several of them grab her legs and pull. Rather than shredding her legs, they merely pulled her across the ground to the mouth of the dome... though small, they were deceptively strong, and her balled fists did little to deter them as she pounded on their dark brown carapaces. At the mouth of the dome, they released her. Rising to her feet despite the pain, she turned her back to the dome to face her attackers... the chattering, scuttling crustaceans brandished their pincers menacingly. One hand folded over her belly to fight the pain, she backed slowly away from them, unaware she was being herded into the dome until it was too late. Spacegirl was unaware of the rubbery black tentacles behind her until the first one wrapped cruelly around her throat. She was hoisted up off her feet, and turned around in the air, wrapped up in a webbing cocoon by numerous black tentacles. She saw the black anemone-like thing which hung from the inside roof of the dome, and the wriggling cocooned women who were stuck to the walls. Hitomi's terror at being suspended from the walls and drained outweighed the pain of the alien eggs in her belly. She screamed loudly, until a wad of webbing across her face cut off the scream. Hanging upside down in darkness, Hitomi could hear the muffled moans of several other women, probably the ones who were suspended from the walls. The moans sounded like a blend of delirious despair and orgasmic bliss, and gave her situation a surreal quality. Strangely, the pains in Spacegirl's womb aided her concentration, allowing her to observe what was happening to her in a strangely clear way. The huge organism on the ceiling held her by her feet, upside down. Another tentacle snatched a small white thing, like a foot long slug, from the ceiling and brought it closer. Lifting it up to Hitomi's inverted feet, the black tentacle roughly thrust the slug into Hitomi's cocoon. Fighting a rising panic, she felt the vile creature slide down between her thighs, unhindered by the thick webbing. In just a few seconds, the hideous slug had made its way to Hitomi's unguarded vulva. Moving around to adjust itself, the thing stretched out to cover her vagina, clitoris, and even her anus. A boneless sucker mouth covered Spacegirl's clitoris, tugging gently but firmly, with a slow, rhythmic pace. The creature rippled and flexed it's muscular body against her labia, gently stroking them and spreading a warm slime... a tingling sensation began to fill her groin, lessening the pain in her uterus to a dull throb. At the other end, a finger-like tail slid gently into her anus, squirming about inside her. Despite her fear, this stimulation combined with her disorientation... Spacegirl was becoming aroused. As she neared orgasm, trapped upside down in a cocoon, being stimulated by a slug, Spacegirl felt herself lowered gently to the floor of the dome. She became aware of a strong, musky aroma, almost vaginal in a way. The tentacles lowered Hitomi into the pulsing tunnel mouth that lay directly under the anemone-thing. The tunnel walls, formerly flat and smooth, had become puffed and bloated as the Intai Juhen hive mind had awakened. Slick with lubricant, Hitomi was moved by peristaltic waves down the chute. Though she could see the spongy pink tissue, which reminded her of nothing less than an obscene parody of the birth canal, Hitomi was unable to think clearly. The pain in her womb had receded almost completely, but the slug, which lay wedged between her bound thighs, continued it's cunning stimulation. It wriggled and pulsed, it's sensual motions being aided by some aphrodisiacal property to the slime it secreted. The slug felt like a hand on her vulva, hitting every secret place and holding her near orgasm, without allowing her release. The tunnel glowed with a dull pink light, and was very humid... it was like being inside a body. Hitomi could feel her body shuffled along like a package, squeezed through sphincter-like doors, brushed by tentacles, and slid along wet floors. Pacified by the insistent pleasure from the slug and her own over-sexed nervous system, Spacegirl was unable to think clearly enough to formulate a plan, even if she weren't wrapped up so tightly. Eventually, Hitomi sensed that she had stopped moving, and lay on a warm, wet surface that shifted like a gel waterbed. Looking up, she could see that she was in a circular chamber, resting on a fleshy pedestal. The low ceiling was covered with numberless lumps of flesh, which she recognized as coiled tentacles. A dozen puckered orifices, looking much like anuses and varying from small to large enough to pass her, dotted the walls and ceiling. This was an Intai Juhen laboratory, an examination room. Whatever was about to happen, it was going to be good. Spacegirl writhed helplessly, unable to escape, unable even to orgasm, tormented by the devilishly pleasurable sensations emanating from her groin. She could only moan fitfully and await her fate. The captured female human was passed down into the heart of the awakened Intai Juhen complex, which has recently expanded underneath the ruins of the human scout base. Fundamentally predators, the Intai Juhen always went where the prey was. Nearly a dozen human females had been captured and neutralized over the last cycle of day and night, a startling prize after so many months of inactivity. They were a rich source of the orgasmic energy that the Intai Juhen craved so much. The orgasmic energy was channeled through a vast network of tendrils and nerves, finally coming to rest in underground capacitors for later use. Most of the captives were scattered throughout the area, their desperate cries falling on deaf ears as they were endlessly stimulated, one orgasm after another, until they finally went mad and consciousness faded. Even then, the bliss would continue until the body of the captive gave out under the strain... days for most human females, but these unusually durable females, who the Intai Juhen knew as Legion, might last for weeks, or even months. The entire hive mind felt a thrill of pleasure as this energy was harvested from the shaking, sweating captives... orgasmic energy was so much tastier when mixed with fear or humiliation, thought the hive mind. A crueler fate still awaited a few victims...the Intai Juhen were not ones to waste the reproductive potential of the human females. Several unfortunates lay cocooned and helpless in steaming chambers, kept paralyzed by waves of pleasure as Intai Juhen creatures gestated in their throbbing wombs. These embryonic creatures feasted on the life force and orgasmic waves, and would grow into the next generation of battle drones, trapper beasts, or the bewildering array of lesser creatures that kept the hive mind healthy and strong. By the time the disgusting things pushed their way out of the wombs of their hosts, the women would be insensate bodies, stripped of all awareness, and fit only for stimulation for energy. Some would not even be fit for that duty. But there was one among the captives, a small black-haired human who carried the seeds of several trapper beasts in her womb. She possessed an unheard of capacity for orgasm, and unusual amounts of life force. The hive mind poured through it's memories, long-unused recollections of a millennium of collective experiences of the Intai Juhen... then it knew her. Spacegirl. The hated enemy had fallen into its clutches almost accidentally. The Hive Mind knew little about her, only that she had destroyed other Intai Juhen collectives on other worlds, and that whatever organization or human government was sponsoring her knew about the Intai Juhen. "Death!" cried the battle drones, which sensed the danger she posed to the Hive Mind. Best to destroy Spacegirl now, before anything else could happen. If she were here, others would come. "Death! Danger!". But the killing urge could not overcome the mixed drives of lust and inquisitiveness. The Hive Mind had an opportunity here... Spacegirl possessed amazing power in her small, trembling frame. If the Hive Mind could harness that power, it could become more powerful than any Intai Juhen before it. If Spacegirl's talents could be passed on to it's progeny... the battle drones would be unstoppable, the trapper beasts and breeder pits would be irresistible. The Hive Mind would experiment. Spacegirl was helpless and writhing trapped below ground in an experimentation chamber. So much to gain, and so little to lose. Even now, stimulated only slightly by one of the lesser creatures, Spacegirl emanated more orgasmic energy than any three normal women, and she wasn't actually orgasming yet. That power, that potential was addictive. Lust overcame it's better judgment, and the Hive Mind reached hungrily for Hitomi Kotani. In the dim pink light around Spacegirl, she could hear the throbbing of dozens of heartbeats. Something was in here with her, and sphincter valves were slowly opening. The Intai Juhen were stirring... ...................... Aphrodite's Legion is used in this story with the permission of Stormbringer Spacegirl: Kentauris-7 Ch. 04 Hitomi Kotani, better known as Spacegirl, lay on her back deep underground in a humid chamber. She had been placed on a soft fleshy cushion, made of the same spongy tissue as the walls, floor and ceiling of this bizarre alien room. The entire place was alive, pulsing, quivering, and throbbing. A low rhythmic thrumming noise and the gurgle of circulating fluids could be heard all around her. Above her, the domed walls and ceiling were dotted with countless thin tendrils, many of which were beginning to swell obscenely. Many sphincter-like orifices of varying size could be seen here and there, some clenched closed, while others began to open slowly, leaking a clear fluid from inside. The entire room seemed like a foul internal organ of some great beast, slowly rousing to her presence. Spacegirl was more terrified than she had ever been in her long career. She was bound up in a cocoon of a sticky, fibrous material that clung to itself more fiercely than it clung to her skin. She could see and move her head, but couldn't do more than wriggle ineffectually with her bonds. Making matters worse, a small slug-like creature no more than a foot long writhed between her thighs, keeping her helpless with stimulation. The creature had flattened itself against her groin like the hand of a lover, rubbing her labia gently, back and forth. A sucker mouth suckled at her tingling clitoris, tugging it gently and pushing the tender hood upwards. The thing's tail was pushed into her puckered anus, where it elongated and gently wriggled. The creature seems to possess the cunning and cruelty of a mastermind despite it's apparent primitiveness, for it kept Spacegirl stimulated almost to the point of orgasm, but not quite there. It stimulated her outer parts, but denied her the penetration that would have brought her over the edge. Hitomi moaned softly, partly with pleasure, partly out of desparation. Unable to think, she was unable to use the various implements she possessed - the finger blades, the microbomblets in her hair - even if she could, she was kept dizzy and disoriented by the thick musky pheromones that filled the air in this chamber. From her vantage point in the center of the room, Spacegirl could see that all around her, the thin streams of fluid pouring from the sphincters had increased in volume. Nearly a dozen holes in the ceiling poured copious amounts of a clear, mucus-like gel onto the floor. Unable to turn her head to see, she could hear it spattering on the membranous floor. Soon, it wasn't hitting the floor at all. With great panic, the over stimulated captive realized that the room was filling with the slime! She began to struggle hopelessly as she felt the first hot fluid seep into the cocoon, and into her hair. The goo smelled thickly of musk and pheromones, disorienting her already pleasure addled mind. As the fluid reached her ears, she began screaming. "Noooooooo NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", she cried as the slime began to cover her face. Stuck to the platform by the fiendish cocoon, she was unable to raise her head, and she couldn't even cover her nose to hold her breath! She would drown inside this slimy chamber, like a fly in amber! "I am going to die here", she thought as the slime covered her face and her hearing became strangely muffled. The gurgling and unceasing thumping noise, muted until now, suddenly roared into her ears as the thick gel conducted the sound. It was like being in a womb? she was going to die in this alien womb. She held her breath as best she could, but the slime slid into her nostrils, and the lack of air began to burn in her lungs. Convulsing with the pain of asphyxiation she inhaled involuntarily, and drew the breath that would kill her. Thick gel swept into her lungs, and the burning was replaced.. with oxygen. Breathing took great effort, but her body heat liquefied the gel somewhat, and Hitomi soon realized that the gel was an oxygenated environment that could sustain her. Opening her eyes, she saw that everything was distorted, like looking through blurry glass.. she was floating neutrally in the thick gel, and the fibrous cocoon was beginning to disintegrate. As her legs came free she immediately kicked out... only to find that movement was very difficult. It was like swimming in clear mud, and the exertion of breathing kept her weakened and unable to struggle effectively. Eventually her arms and legs came free, and she floated helplessly and weightlessly in the gel-filled chamber. Slowly, almost without her noticing, the slug that had occupied itself so cruelly and sweetly between her thighs swam away from her. As it passed her, it brushed against her nipple with its slick, flattened body, sending a thrilling shiver through her. Hitomi could feel the slime slide into the void left by the slug.. filling her vagina slowly but inexorably, opening her gently but insistently through fluid pressure. No sense of violation from this, only a spreading feeling within her. The material of the cocoon disintegrated entirely into a cloudy fluid that drifted in the ooze with her. Lulled by the effort of breathing, the insistent pulse of the alien heartbeat, and the lack of gravity, Hitomi hung helpless as a neonate in the dimly lit chamber. All thoughts of struggle left her, all panic faded away, leaving her only with resignation and a weak sense of awareness. She was unable to think clearly, and it felt as though she was in a sensory deprivation tank, slipping in and out of consciousness without being aware of any difference between the two, unaware of the flow of time. With the prey safely immobilized in the test chamber, the Intai Juhen Hive Mind went to work. Long experience with humans had shown what was required to immobilize them. Normally, it was sufficient to simply restrain them through brute force or drugs, but the Hive Mind had special intentions towards the one known as Hitomi Kotani. It needed her mind unaltered for its tests, it needed her body unhindered and unharmed as much as possible. The gelatin that filled the room served several purposes... it sustained the metabolic processes of the test subject, it suspended them for easier manipulation by the many small tendrils that lined the chamber walls, and most importantly for the current subject, it would absorb the shock of Spacegirl's poorly understood ability to generate a powerful explosive force under times of extreme stress. This would allow the Hive Mind to safely witness even this ultimate power, to trigger it and study it directly while remaining unharmed. After all, it surmised, direct experience was the most efficient form of learning... and the Hive Mind was nothing if not efficient. Membranes along the walls emitted powerful vibrations, barely audible under most circumstances, but Hitomi was able to feel them throughout her entire body. Using the vibrations, the Hive Mind gained a clear picture of her luscious body, inside and out. As her body reacted to the vibration with quickening pulse and slight arousal, the Hive Mind registered slight annoyance... Spacegirl's womb hosted five larval trapping beasts... useful bioforms normally, but they were in the way here. Their presence would interfere with normal sexual reactions, and should the explosive pulse be triggered, the larvae would certainly be destroyed. "No sense in such wasteful behavior", thought the Hive Mind, "host forms are plentiful". It quickly resolved to remove the five larvae from Spacegirl's womb. They would have to be coaxed out by stimulating the host... Drifting in the thick gel, Hitomi was only dimly aware of what happened around her. She was startled into consciousness by a forceful vibration that seemed to emanate from all around her. She felt it inside her, in her lungs... it was like a buzzing vibrator, all through her body, all at once. After a moment, it seemed to focus on her pelvis. She could feel the tingling sensation flow down her torso, pausing over the muscles inside her vagina. Her clitoris, still sensitive from the torment of the slug a few minutes before, immediately responded. A wave of pleasure surged out from the nexus of nerves, as though touched by a vibrator. But without pressure or contact to trigger an orgasm, she languished near the edge. Hitomi gasped, inhaling the clear gel laboriously. Her arms and legs began to move, seeking something solid to hold, something to brace against, but again she was denied. A tortured moan rose from within her, strangely garbled. Hitomi arched her back, pelvis beginning to rotate on its own. Her head hung backwards, eyes half closed, and her helpless arousal grew, as she felt something stirring within her womb. Focusing on the sensations within her tingling cunt, Spacegirl did not see or feel the paddle-shaped tentacles that reached for her limbs. Coiling softly around her arms and legs, the ends of the tentacles settled across her breasts. Smaller filaments extended from the paddles, twining around her pert, firm bosoms. On each nipple, a single thread wrapped it and pulled, making it harden up. Hitomi snapped her head up when she felt this, but it was too late, she was already quite secured. She felt her nipples drawn inside warm sucker mouths on the underside of the paddles, suckling her vigorously. As her breasts were pulled up within the cupped tentacles, it was as though thousands of lovers kissed her breasts. All around her was warm fluid, and pleasure. The two tentacles securing her legs settled on the inside of her thighs, parting them and bending her legs as though at an examination. Despite the muscles in her strong but trim legs, she was unable to budge them. Despite this, the Intai Juhen horrors were being unexpectedly gentle with her. This concerned her even as the pleasure rose within her. Tendrils snaked out across her thighs, and delicately stroked her groin... like boneless fingers, the tentacles teased her labia open, gently tickling each centimeter of crimson flesh, moving up and down, but not penetrating within. Finally, the tentacles moved, and the thin filaments fluttered across her clitoris, and Spacegirl came. The tendrils tugged and pulled at her clitoris, almost roughly. The orgasm caused her to shake and shudder, straining against the bonds of the thick tentacles that held her, but she couldn't scream for release. She could only gulp against the thick gel... oxygen was being used faster than she could bring it in, and her vision grew blurry... Hitomi humped her pelvis in vain, trying to find something to fuck, reacting with mindless animal lust. But she found only empty fluid, nothing to fill her with. This was more subtle cruelty than she though the Intai Juhen capable of. Suddenly, Hitomi felt penetration, but from within! A meaty tube-like creature suddenly wriggled and writhed its way down her birth canal, forcing open her cervix and causing a brief stab of pain to interrupt the surging pleasure that dominated her senses. Forcing herself to look between her thighs, she saw it, like a small eel, as it swam away. Muffled screams of pleasure turned to horror, but the orgasm continued. Hitomi's womb began fierce spasms as it expelled more of the foul things. The sensations were too confusing... like a penis or a tentacle, but from the inside out! Hitomi's inner walls clenched against the slippery alien life forms, vainly trying to hold them within... her body betrayed her, seeking only the joy of penetration while her mind rejected this impossible thing that was happening. With each new birth, another wave of orgasm, centered in her belly, surged out. Hitomi's head snapped back with each pulse, a mix of pain and pleasure like she had never felt before.... Gasping futilely, her head swam, her vision blurred, and everything faded to an orgasmic darkness. Spacegirl slipped away from awareness on a tide of revulsion and overwhelming sexual bliss. Unable to take anymore, she lost consciousness. At long last, the larvae were coaxed out of the safety of the subject's womb and shepherded off to alternate hosts. The hive mind was aware of similar scenes being duplicated in several chambers...screaming human females being brought involuntarily to orgasm as the slithering creatures insinuated themselves into their clenching vaginas. Despite their best efforts, the women were unable to even hinder the implantation process. Within minutes, each woman slumped in an orgasmic hell. The Hive Mind could feel some of them losing sanity already. "So weak", the collective entity thought, "this is the best this species could send against us...". But not so for the hated enemy...with each new bit of information, the Hive Mind gained more respect for its foe Spacegirl. Though she had blacked out from the sensation, and had been kept in a mixed state of orgasm and terror for quite a long time by human standards, Spacegirl's consciousness remained intact. Her orgasmic energy was several times that of the women who replaced her as host form... indeed the fact that she still attempted to struggle, even with five trapper larvae within her showed how potentially strong she was, and how much she could endure. And for all that, the Hive Mind sensed that she had not approached the limits of endurance, not even close. Truly a formidable being! Perhaps the species that produced one like her should not be underestimated. The battle drones sang songs of vengeance, crying for her extinction. "Death! Danger! The Spacegirl is a threat, destroy her now, while she is in our grasp!", they cried, forming a persistent buzzing in the Hive Mind's awareness. But it refused to heed the call of its warriors, and instead pressed forward with its foul plans, curiosity winning out over caution...a trait it shared with the enemy species, humanity. It did not fail to appreciate the irony of this. Deep on the fringes of the Kentauris system, an unearthly white flash split the inky black void, reflecting like lightning off the numberless bits of ice and dust which circled the system primary. Something huge fell out of nowhere, arriving in normal space with the energy of Creation. As the glow faded into darkness, the Legionary warship Raiden, a light cruiser built for long range and speed, slid quietly in system, passive sensors listening for traces of the expeditionary force that had lost contact so abruptly days before. Circling Kentauris-7, the sensors detected a faint radio pulse... the emergency beacon of a Legion warship in distress. The expedition was here after all... the Raiden turned slowly towards the system primary, and began the long fall inward. Help was on its way. ...................... Aphrodite's Legion is used in this story with the permission of Stormbringer Spacegirl: Kentauris-7 Ch. 05 Deep on the fringes of the Kentauris system, an unearthly white flash split the inky black void, reflecting like lightning off the numberless bits of ice and dust which circled the system primary. Something huge fell out of nowhere, arriving in normal space with the energy of Creation. As the glow faded into darkness, the Legionary warship Raiden, a light cruiser built for long range and speed, slid quietly in system, passive sensors listening for traces of the expeditionary force that had lost contact so abruptly days before. Circling Kentauris-7, the sensors detected a faint radio pulse. the emergency beacon of a Legion warship in distress. The expedition was here after all. the Raiden turned slowly towards the system primary, and began the long fall inward. Help was on its way. Hitomi Kotani, better known as Spacegirl floated in the fluid filled chamber, unconscious. Despite her state, the ministrations of the Intai Juhen continued. Limbs and long black hair entangled in the strong but gentle grasp of dozens of thin, flesh-colored tentacles, she twitched, shuddered, and whimpered softly. Boneless mouths suckled at her ripe breasts, and the insistent tubes pressed deep into her vagina and anus. Though her body continued to respond, convulsing with weak, irregular orgasms, Hitomi's consciousness was elsewhere. She dreamed of gentle caresses in the arms of Traci, her beautififul companion agent. Traci's eager lips nibbled and sucked, licked and touched her, bringing her to ecstatic peaks again and again... The Intai Juhen Collective grew frustrated and impatient. It needed it's victim to be fully present and conscious in order to achieve the desired result. As long as Spacegirl remained unconscious, she would never attain the explosive pulse of orgone energy that the Collective wished to experience and study. Though Spacegirl's uninterrupted string of orgasms was intriguing, it was not the aim; under other circumstances the outpouring of orgone energy would be perfectly acceptable. It certainly was greater than any of the other captured human females. But the Collective could sense the dormant potential within Spacegirl's shuddering body. To access that, the Collective needed her to be completely aware of her fate, to be filled with both fear and bliss to trigger it. To that end, the Collective ceased gently stimulating the trapped woman, and tightened it's hold on her limbs. It began to thrust more violently into her quivering vagina, and pounded into her anus roughly, with an irregular rhythm. ...Traci's gentle caresses became rougher, more insistent, more painful... slowly, Hitomi drifted back, realizing with a start that she had been dreaming. Opening her eyes, she tried to scream in horror, but with lungs full of thick, oxygenated fluid, all she could manage was a strangled gurgle. In the dim, pinkish glow through the clear fluid medium, Hitomi could make out murky details of the chamber she was trapped in. It looked different than she remembered... no telling how long she had been here. All around her, meaty tendrils and indescribable organs pulsed and twitched to an insane rhythm. She could feel thrumming vibrations on all of her skin, transmitted by the thick gel... she was inside something! She had been swallowed alive! Her arms and legs were stretched tight, hands and feet completely encased in a fleshy mass. She could feel writhing things rubbing against her fingers and toes, making her shudder with revulsion. She was being jarred roughly by tentacles in her cunt and her ass, both of which were sore from prolonged abuse. The pounding was uneven and irregular, and painful, but it still had an effect. Her body betrayed her with a convulsion of pleasure, making her thrust her pelvis backwards, producing deeper penetration. All around her, the chamber walls stirred in reaction. Now that the Intai Juhen Hive Mind had her attention, the experiment could begin in earnest. Spacegirl felt the clear gelatin flowing around her, in motion for the first time. Within a minute, it became easier to breathe. The Intai Juhen flooded the chamber with a more oxygen rich mixture, this time aiming to keep her alert and alive when it pushed her beyond her limits. All around Spacegirl, the chamber began to move. The tentacles which gripped her hands and feet loosened up slightly, allowing her arms and legs to flex. At the same time, a long, wide but flat tentacle, covered in suction cups, small orifices, and hideous wriggling tendrils, moved above and in front of her. Hitomi's eyes widened in fear as the vile thing moved into position. It settled gently atop her, undeterred by her panicked struggles. Legs spread wide, she felt the thing's bulk and heat across her torso. Hitomi screamed as best she could with lungs filled with fluid, but to no avail. The tendrils fanned out across her body, gently mapping out and tracing the nerves in a ticklish, pleasant way. They guided her firm breasts upward, stroking and inflaming the skin as the went. First her hard nipples, then the rest of the luscious domes were drawn up into waiting sucker mouths. Bonelessly, these muscular tubes suckled and massaged her tender mounds. Thin tendrils continued to entangle her, wrapping around her thighs, and stroking the soft skin of her belly and neck with hair-like filaments. Despite her terror, Hitomi's body betrayed her, and she moved towards an orgasm, even before penetration. This hideous thing somehow knew her body better even than she did, and her body betrayed her will. Hitomi came briefly, screaming with ecstacy and fear. At the same time, smaller organs sucked on her fingers and toes, setting up a steady background stimulation before the main efforts began. And they did begin, for very shortly after Hitomi's first orgasm began to wane, the meaty tentacles embedded in her cunt and ass began to thrust again. They set up a regular rhythm, pulsing and thrusting in a complex rhythm which diabolically matched itself with the clenching and spasming of her own body. Her strong vaginal and anal muscles clamped down, trying to pull the intruders deeper within her, contrary to her wishes. The orgasm surged into new life, causing Hitomi's entire body to vibrate like a violin string. She shook and shuddered and grew dizzy with the exertion, but did not loose consciousness. She screamed again through gritted teeth and thick fluid as the hideous Intai Juhen Hive Mind had it's way with her. All around her body, every single nerve was being stimulated directly, whether stroked, sucked, or prodded. This thing knew how to work her body like a machine. With unearthly skill it played her. Spacegirl's orgasmic experience reached a crescendo, past which it could go no further, every muscle in her exhausted body tensed, and it stayed. It went on and on, until finally it began to fade. It faded only for a second, and begin to climb. Impossibly, the pleasure grew. Hitomi's mind began to fray, and then she felt the touch of an alien presence in her mind... the Hive Mind was speaking to her! "Hated Enemy... now you will see... you will orgasm until you die... you will not escape your passing... awake and aware..." The Intai Juhen Hive Mind was pleased. It had already learned enough to stimulate her beyond the point of survival. It was a testament to the Hated Enemy that she had survived so long. The Hive Mind manipulated her metabolic processes to keep her alert. Soon enough she would break, and at that point she would either produce the desired orgone explosion, or she would die screaming. Either way, the Hive Mind would be well satisfied with the outcome. The orgasm rolled on and on, increasing slowly. Hitomi begged for release, either death or unconsciousness, but neither came. Her pelvis thrashed madly, pumping vigorously against the fleshy column which was killing her. She could feel her body beginning to break down under the strain. Something was keeping her alive, something kept her heart from bursting. She could feel the thing's tendrils all the way inside her womb, she felt it pulling against her tingling breasts. It was like being electocuted with bliss, and she could feel every sensation individually. And the sensations just continued unceasing. Time ceased to matter... minutes, hours, days, she couldn't tell. Then she felt something, a searing white pain behind her eyes. Consciousness began to strobe... microseconds of nonawareness. Was she dying at long last? The Hive Mind sensed it even before she did. A massive increase in the orgone energy within Spacegirl's tortured, shaking frame. Much more than any human before. More than it prepared for. The flare was happening, and happening soon. It was uncertain now of it's ability to limit the discharge. The Hive Mind began to feel a new emotion, fear. The orgone energy and the orgasm with Hitomi grew and grew and suddenly with the clarity of a bell's perfect tone, seething white energy surged outwards from Spacegirl. For one instant, the Hive Mind celebrated. Elation had time to turn to terror as the energy lanced outward with ravening force, consuming everything. Hitomi, the Hive Mind, all vanished in one quick flash. Aboard the bridge of the Legion Warship Raiden, pandemonium erupted. First, Lt. Onishima, the ship esper, clutched at her head and fell to the floor screaming in pain. Moments later, the ship's sensors detected a massive release of orgone energy at the site of the survey colony... the targeted drop zone for the missing Legionaries, as well as the ADD operative. Only the captain knew what this meant, and she wasn't saying a word. To this day, the Kentauris Incident remains strictly classified. Only a few know how it really ended... the captain of the Raiden, a few directors at ADD, and one Hitomi Kotani, who to this day lies comatose in a Regen Chamber at ADD headquarters. ...................... Aphrodite's Legion is used in this story with the permission of Stormbringer