Chapter 3: Chapter 2 – Fight and Flight –

I stood in front of a polished, ornamented slab, which blocked the decorated corridor. It only took a few steps through the seemingly endless white maze, to shatter its maddening illusions of size, to reach a world where things like time and place suddenly rushed back into existence.
 
I had to blink and shake my head a few times to snap out of the stupor of the white walls. Shivers ran down my spine. It felt odd. As if I just woke from a perverted, never ending dream, was suddenly here and now, in existence again. I let my eyes wander for a second. Taking in all the small little details of the corridor. My nethers quivered thanks to the strain of my latest… experience.
 
There where potted plants, floor-covering furs of some kind and ornate light fixtures. Grey and red shapes adorned the walls, and there were big black sections also. It took me a second to notice they were windows. Windows to space. What a crazy world.
 
A low buzzing approached in a quick pace. I looked up in time to see a flying craft skid around the corner and suddenly halt right in front of me.
“Hello Eryvan, please follow this drone. The captain is waiting!”
 
The flying machine guided me for a few minutes through the vessel, the decoration around me changing every now and then. Two times I crossed a larger room, one filled with odd smelling... trees? The other with fountains of colour and smoke, lacking a better term for what my eyes saw there.
 
Then we reached the “door”, assumingly to the captain’s private quarters. The polished slab shuddered and then split in a zig-zag pattern from top to bottom. Both halves slowly receded into the walls, opening the view to the room behind. It was oval in shape, with a large desk straight ahead and a big chair behind it. The walls where clad in some kind of colour-changing material, or maybe it was a screen. Soft waves of cream and white chased each other across it. Two doors stood out in dark red. A plumy, overgrown thing, not looking unlike a palm from our seaside (besides its bright pink leaves of course) occupied a giant space left of the door. On the right was another small desk.
 
The door closed behind me, and the drone vanished in a recess in the ceiling.
 
A soft ring echoed through the chamber, one of the doors opened and a young man stepped out. It is to be said that I didn’t know at the time, what a ‘man’ was, nor did I know what humans where. Vana are a “sexless” species. We all have the exact same body-layout, somewhat akin to the females of many humanoid species. We still reproduce sexually though. Depending on the circumstances, every vana can get into heat, as we call it. The afflicted undergoes first some hormonal and then some physical changes, making her body produce fertile seed. She is then able to impregnate another (or multiple other) vana through penetrative intercourse. The occurred changes slowly revert with re-stabilisation of the hormonal levels, roughly a week or so after getting into heat.
 
The fact that the person standing in front of me now had dark fuzz in their face, as well as a lot of the stuff covering his bare skin, was weird to me at the time but I thought this is just how humans look. Many of our native species are oogamous (two-sex-species) but none of the higher developed, I still feel like this was a logical conclusion. After all, I couldn’t know how different things can be in the wider universe, right?
 
“You must be Eryvan then.” His voice was oddly deep, sounding almost like a behemoth of the depths, only less… melodious. Not at all melodious actually… But it sounded like the voice from the chamber. It was the voice from the chamber.

He was the one giving orders, watching me.
 
“Y-Yes, I am” I said with my oh so helpless, meek voice. The second he stepped into my vision, all the bright burning hate vanished suddenly and was quickly replaced by cold and hard determination. It flooded through my veins, sharpening my senses, readying each and every cell.
 
The gust of air that accompanied the captain through the door reached my body, brushing over my skin, caressing my glistening folds, hardening my nipples and making me even more aware of my disgust for this person. I didn’t even know if he was to blame for what happened to us, to our planet. But he was for sure to blame for what was done to me. And I had a pretty good idea of what was to come.
 
“Your tests are very promising, I like that.” He stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder. His face was uncomfortably close. I could almost count the individual hairs of his styled beard.
 
“Your body is also very promising.” His hand slid down and grabbed my breast. A small jolt of pain shot through me as he pinched the general area of my nipple.
He stepped around me, his left lazily trailing on my arm, as his right nestled itself deep between my buttocks. His body pressed against my back, his groping got more intense, and my muscles started to tense. I closed my eyes to focus.
 
“Now now. Look up there!” he said and pointed to the center of the ceiling. “In there are four PS M34 scarab drones. Even though you don’t know what this is, I can assure you that they will cause you immeasurable pain unless you cooperate. Now, be a good girl.” He grabbed me tighter.
“And please me.”
 
In the few seconds he talked, and his disgusting fingers continued to roam over my bare body, a small interface behind the big armchair caught my attention. I saw warning markers, a suite of small mechanical buttons and a dimly glowing red lever with another big warning next to it.
 
That might be a start.
 
I pushed off of the man and walked slowly, sensually over to the table. I put my hands on the smooth surface, leaned on my arms, and turned my head towards him. My curled up tail kept moving in flowing motions, my quills jittered, and I could see his gaze fixed on my bubbly butt-cheeks and their mesmerizing jiggle. I turned my head back to the wall and hastily studied the interface. Most words I couldn’t understand, but “emergency” and “escape” let my heart beat faster.
 
I suddenly felt a cold trail on my left leg. Slowly, my eyes wandered down and I stopped in shock.
Between my spread legs was a noticeable puddle of blueish liquid.
My hand shot to my crotch.
 
I was sopping wet.
 
My legs started to tremble a little. Unwanted pictures filled my head, these feelings of the sea, gentle hands caressing me. Blue and green light. A whisper in my ear.
A quiet sob escaped my mouth.
 
“Ah, I see. It seems like someone in RnD felt pity for you.” He chuckled. “Turn around.” With wobbly legs, I did as I was commanded. My skin was on fire. My crotch ached, begging to be touched. There must have been something else in that "refreshing drink" they gave me.
 
“Get on your knees.”

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I slowly sank down to my knees. As he started to unbuckle his pants, I turned my head away in disgust. A tear ran down my face. Why do I feel this? Why this ordeal? Why would everything want to awake this memory again? Why… Why can’t it just stay dead where it belongs.
 
The sight of a dark angular form let me freeze for a second, I couldn’t say with certainty what I saw, but I figured a firearm would be suited hidden under the table of a captain, right? It looked different from what I knew though, oddly… small?
 
I turned my head back around, hoping he didn’t notice my shocked glance below his table. He still fumbled with his belt. Then finally he got it undone and pushed his pants down to his knees. His half erect shaft sprang free and wobbled in front of my face.
 
Before he could make a move to grab my head, I shoved him with all my might right at his centre, half squeezing his manhood. He roared in confusion and pain, tried to step back, but his pants restrained him enough to make him fall. Whilst he was fighting gravity I was already up at my feet, somersaulted over the table, and grabbed for the hidden weapon.
 
My hands fumbled over the smooth underside, finding no trace of what I saw.
There!
I quickly pulled the thing out of its housing. It was unusally heavy, and shiny at that. I had a split second to figure out how to operate it, my mind worked at full blast. I did shoot firearms before, of course Vana firearms, which handled quite differently, but the general principle is the same. Aim muzzle at thing, pull trigger, now thing dead.
 
“You god damn bitch! Come here and let me show you what I do with bad little girls. COME HERE!” The captain was just getting back on his feet.
 
I raised the gun.
 
He suddenly froze. Time dragged on, seconds seemed like minutes. The tensions was unbearable.
Then he spoke, slow and calmly.
“Now now, do you really think you know what you are doing? Consider it! A-A lifetime without need, able to pleasure your master as he wishes, or years of torment and anguish before your ultimat-“
 
The voice of the gun silenced him. My hands where trembling. The room seemed eerily quiet as the doubled shot echoed into non-existence.
 
A small red dot appeared on his belly. His eyes wandered down, and then back up to me again. His face turned into a grimace of hate.
 
I shot again, and again. I shot till the gun in my shaking hands only clicked quietly. I had no time to look at him. The central recess in the ceiling opened with a whirr, and a low thrum filled the room, quickly growing in volume and intensity. I spun around, panicking. My vision danced across the panel in the wall. Frantically I tried to decipher the words, to understand their meaning.
 
I took a deep breath, hoping to not die in open space, and pulled the big red lever.
 
A mechanical voice called out. “Emergency ejection initiated, brace for launch.”
 
It… worked? I quickly grabbed onto the chair next to me and spread my legs to not fall. The floor started to rumble, as if I was in the belly of a big groaning beast. Everything started shaking, my wobbly legs nearly collapsed under the strain of the recent events and I stemmed my tail into the ground to keep my footing. The deep thrum of the drones, hastily rushing through their access tubes got abruptly drowned by metallic screeching, small explosions, snapping and popping of unknown components.
 
A dark cloud of smoke and debris shot out of the ceiling. A few burning parts followed. I had to cough and shield my eyes from the biting gasses and flying shards. The sensation of water on my skin returned, and I tried to shake it off. But it wouldn't go. This time it was real. Water sprayed from somewhere, extinguishing the flames, soaking me in the delightful embrace of my planet. Involuntary spasm ran down my fins.
 
Another volley of stuff shot out the recess, tumbled and then hovered two feet above the littered ground. I could see my reflection in the big lens of the drone that hung in the air. It made a chirping sound, wobbled a little and then stabilized itself.
 
The mechanical voice returned
“Launch in three…”
 
My hands held on tighter to the captain’s chair.
 
“Two…”
 
The drone stood perfectly still in the air, a dry bang reached my ears.
 
“One…”
 
My hand slipped, my knees buckled. Pain shot through my chest, danced along my spine, rattled my limbs.
 
 
Everything went black

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