Assess the situation and then move

You'd seen some porn before, watching with a boyfriend once, but never a live sex show. This was nothing like how you imagined it.

This sex was primal, brutal and animalistic. The alien mist swirled around the body of the half-naked woman and the **** body of the soldier trapped below her. She kept going, riding his unnaturally erect cock as hard as she could while keeping her eyes locked firmly on you.

The mist grew thicker and then, for a brief moment, the wild woman paused. She climbed off her captive, grabbed his arms and yanked him backwards. He was dragged a short distance away from you, back and deeper into the misted filled corridor.

But she didn't get very far, after just a short while and still in sight, the urge overtook the lab technician again and she climbed back on top of the fallen solider.

Staying behind the malfunctioning plasti-glass door, away from the mist and strange shapes in it felt like a good idea. But what else too do?

It seemed likely that something alien had caused both of the highly unusual behaviour patterns you'd just witnessed. No normal man should still have an erect cock at this point. Was he cuming? Was that even a relevant question? The woman was displaying almost preternatural levels of sexual aggression.

Would staying to watch help? To find out what, if anything, happened next.

Would it be a better idea to cautiously turn your back on the security door and leave the scene, getting as far from the mists as possible?

The wrong choice could have dramatic consequences but it wasn't clear how much more you'd learn by staying or how useful that information would be.

It was time to leave. Perhaps you could find a bio suit or some other protection from the mist.

Turning away from the male **** you head cautiously, exploring deeper into this section of Space Station Sigma.

Lights flicker as various systems reboot or swap onto emergency power. The first door you reach, one that should lead towards some chemistry labs is closed and won't open. Would any more of the doors on this level open again until the security program came back online? Another valid concern.

After a few more minutes of painstakingly slow and cautious movement you spy a security door that's half open, the sliding plasti-glass wedged open by a fallen chair.

It's the CCTV monitor room. Perfect!

The noise from behind the door shatters your hopes. The security centre for this level could have been an useful resource to discover where was still safe, where everyone had gone and it might even have housed a weapon.

But someone, or something, was already inside.

*cough*

That sounded like a human cough. Deep and low, probably male. Was it?