A catsuit from heaven.... or is it hell?

Wilma got to the door, paying it would be open. The bats were getting closer and closer, they were deceptively quick. Wilma pushed with all her might expecting resistance, she promptly fell as the door swung open easily. Ensign Takamura slowed enough to scoop Wilma up and carry her inside. Hansen dependable as ever pushed the door shut behind them as the first bat swooped away at the last moment narrowly avoiding hitting the door. Hansen, pistol out surveyed the scene outside, the large almost anthropomorphic bats were slowly flying figure of 8 circuits around the plaza. Wilma stood and brushed herself down and surveyed the interior, she had expected dirt, dust and grime but the store was pristine. There was no damage to anything inside, and oh what sights there were for Wilma to feast on. She was aware of Hansen and Takamura talking behind her but her sole focus was on the clothing around her. In particular a nylon catsuit that adorned a display figure in front of her, it was a sheer black looking almost gossamer thin; it covered all the body barring the head. It’s fingers, toes and breasts covered individually, there was no seams or it appeared a way to put it on. The suit was open at the crotch and arse, it had holes that exposed the displays nipples. Wilma was slowly moving her hand to her crotch, her fingers almost walking their way down her flat stomach following the zip of her flight suit, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip nipped between teeth. Wilma caught herself again as she heard footsteps behind her and she wheeled around hoping she didn’t look as turned on as she felt.

Ensign Takamura was pointing to a far corner, “What are they, are they pulsing?”

In the corner two large pods were hanging from tendrils and yes they were slowly pulsing as if they had a heart beat. Wilma and Takamura moved closer to the fleshy constructs.

As they got closer Wilma felt a **** pushing against her mental self, pushing, stroking, caressing her mind. Soft gentle probes as if asking to be let in, then the soft voice, different this time.

“One of us, Vorvon, let us in, cheated of your ascension, want perversion, need corruption, accept evil, become Vorvon.”

The soft voice wasn’t demanding, wasn’t overbearing or dominating.

“perverter, dominator, corrupter, agent of debauchery, harbinger of damnation you know what and who you are who you long to be.”

Wilma stumbled, putting her hands on her thighs one tantalizingly close to her moist pussy, Her flight suit felt too lose the catsuit enticingly skin tight, smooth and silky. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

“Don’t get too close Colonel that pustule looks about ready to burst.” Stated Takamura.

Wilma looked up, she saw the pustule it looked a sickly pale green it seemed to have a mouth like opening that’s lips were sealed though they seemed to pucker up every few seconds. She slowly moved away and stood upright.

“I can smell your pussy juice” the words smashed against her mental wall, so loud she thought them real.

“What did you say ensign?” Wilma demanded.

“Er nothing Colonel” replied Takamura confused.

Wilma flushed with anger and wheeled to face the Ensign.

“I said what did you SAY?” Wilma demanded a sense of anger welled with in her though her face remained almost placid.

“Honestly Ma’Am I said nothing” floundered Takamura.

“Really?” said Wilma with scorn.

“Hansen what can you see?” Asked Wilma.

“The bats are still circling , occasionally landing and looking; that’s it, no attempts at entry. I locked and secured the doors.” Stated Hansen almost matter of fact.

“Ok we will search this building, see what’s what, and I know it goes against protocol but we will split up take a floor each. I will search this floor split the remaining between yourselves, use back to back comms. Let’s go”

Takamura was about to say something but a glare from Wilma stifled that idea and she turned to find some stairs or a lift.

Wilma pretended to search till she was sure she was alone and then headed straight for the catsuit.