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The Unknown - Three Friends and the (...) Starship (18)
🕑 Added 2025-09-12 07:00:07 +0000 UTCIMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .
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THREE FRIENDS AND THE (IMPERIAL) SPACE-ELF STARSHIP
Part 18 - Betrayal.
Paola felt shivers of pleasure running through her body over and over again. She could barely think, let alone remember who she had been or where and why she was here. Her body, starting with her nipples and pussy, was torturing her relentlessly. Her new and uncontrollable libido demanded more and more intense pleasure. Her new and continuous urges forced her to stop more and more often to caress herself and try to cum. But always in vain, as the suit held her on the edge but never let her find relief.
Touching herself through that tight, tense, and indestructible fabric, almost identical to latex, was a feeling like no other before. With a simple touch, she felt herself in infinity, drawn to a vortex of endless pleasure. She loved her new, perfectly molded space elf whore body. Except, as expected, for that permanent feeling of emptiness between her legs, which drove her crazy with desire. She couldn't shake the need to fill it, because she sensed that was her only way to reach climax.
Suddenly, she heard something. It wasn't coming from the endless galleries, but sounded inside her head. And she didn't just hear it, she could almost feel it pulling at her. A strange voice was calling her, but it was like a lure, and she couldn't ignore it. The voice said Paola had to obey what she heard in her head. It told her that she still had a task to do.
At first, when she tried to ignore it, small jabs of pain shot through her nipples and her pussy as she did so. Also the suit stopped playing with her. And the more she refused to follow that voice, the more intense the pain became. She began to feel it throughout her entire body, leading to a reduction of her arousal, turning her off. She immediately felt a strong longing to feel hot and wet again building inside her. Dimly she noticed that the voice had taken control of her suit.
So Paola gave in and let herself be guided by what she heard inside her head. And the more she followed the voice, the clearer she could hear it inside her head, the more pleasurable it was to obey, and the hornier she was getting. And now, as she walked down the corridors, she could feel the suit doing something to her again.
Something that felt so good, even though it didn't let her reach climax. It worked on her and kept her right on the edge, in a constant state of peak arousal. Paola both hated it and loved it. The frustration made her feel so deceived, and at the same time gave her unparalleled pleasure.
Paola entered dark corridors deep inside the starship. There, where the normal crew did not go, only the lowest caste of slaves. Those whom the Empress did not want, even though she needed them to work for her servants. What was guiding her became clearer in her mind, although she still couldn't say what it really was. But having this voice there, inside her head, felt much better than hearing the voice of the Red Empress...
This was a sacrilege. She shouldn't listen to it or indulge the pleasure it was giving her. Much less obey it. But there it was, more vigorous, rebellious, mischievous, with a hotter, more sensual, seductive presence.
Paola's suit was becoming increasingly active again, even more so than when it had transformed her into the slave she now was. She could feel a hungry suction on her nipples, and with each passing moment, it grew stronger and stronger. Her whole body was being caressed as the suit started to move around her.
Between her legs, there was now a sensation of a thousand fingers, struggling to penetrate her lips and inside her pussy, between the thin, rubbery layer that covered her from her pussy lips to the depths of her new reproductive organ, thousands of tendrils began to drive her crazy with desperation. Her steps became clumsy as she was close to a sensual overload.
And to make matters worse, as she moved toward where that new presence in her head was guiding her, the shapes on the floor began to be filled with a strange sticky slime. Paola moved forward with this new added difficulty, through the gallery illuminated by an ominous green light that seemed to come from this same slime. Without really knowing what she was doing there and where she was going.
Until she suddenly found it, rising up in front of her in the middle of an intersection of galleries. There it was, on a support filled with shiny purple mucus and itself filled with another substance, just as thick or thicker, sulfur yellow in color.
It was a kind of egg. Open at the top. Its surface was not hard, but looked fleshy. Its entire appearance resembled a muscle with many veins. From inside, a faint yellow light escaped from the viscosity it contained within. That egg looked harmless, but threatening at the same time. Paola felt her heart racing, and from the depths of her being, something screamed, warning her. But the sensual voice in her head knew how to silence her fears and tempt her to get inside the egg.
to be continued...
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Wuuhu finally 😀 Thank you very much!
