Please let me go

“Please let me go,” you mumble through your bruised lips.

“As you wish,” she whispers.

As suddenly as she grabbed you she lets you go. You crumble on the floor. She opens the door. Her beautiful silhouette outlined in the light turns around.

“We’ll be seeing each other really soon, little slut, count on it” she tells you before closing the door.

You find yourself, all alone, half naked, crying on the cold metallic floor of a still terrifyingly dark room. The bruise on your lip is starting to radiate with a strange warmth. For a while you are unable to make sense of what just happened to you.

But finally, after a while, you manage to get a grip on yourself and you crawl to the door.

Once again the small room is illuminated by the hallway lights. You look around. It’s a small functional room, halfway between a closet and an office, you see nothing to cover you with.

Staggering, you exit the room.The hallway is empty, you stumble some more. There’s no one in sight.

What will you do now? As you ask yourself this question you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around to see a crew-member coming towards you.

“Are you all right Miss?” he asks.

Before you can answer he grabs your chin, turns your head to a side and to the other, grabs your arms, lifts them, turns around you examining all your body, sniffs your hair, examines you again and finally forces you to open your mouth.

Seeing the wound and the blood, he smiles and moves along.

“But, but, but…” you stutter shocked by this weird treatment, but he’s already too far away to hear you.

“Are you all right?” it’s another voice, a warm feminine voice.

You turn round to see a young woman, walking toward you. She is not a crewmember, clearly. She is not wearing a uniform... she is full of life.

Short dark hair, thin and elegant, she is really good looking, good enough to eat, you think. The thought seems odd at first but soon it starts sounding more and more appealing

“Are you all right,” she repeats

“Yes, no, I…” you mumble.

“Poor thing, let me help you, my room is around the corner there, I’ll lend you some clothes,” she continues.

She passes an arm around your shoulder.

“Th… Thanks…” you mutter, unable to take your eyes off her neck.

She makes you sit on the bed of the small cabin. She starts looking in a large suitcase; she turns around, looks at you again and goes back to the suitcase.

“This belongs to Liz, the girl I share this cabin with, it should fit you perfectly.” She says throwing you a large shirt and a tiny skirt. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”

You quickly dress. You feel much better already but your thoughts are overwhelmed by strange and confusing images. The warmth originating from your lips is now spreading all over your head.

“You want something to drink? Water maybe?” she asks.

You are extremely thirsty but water does not sound right. The warmth radiates down your chest making your nipples extremely sensitive.

“No thanks, I’m fine” you answer.

The warmth is now between your legs, a strong bolt of pleasure rushes through your body the moment it touches your snatch. You shiver.

“So tell me what happened to you?” she asks.

The images in your head are extremely confusing making it almost impossible for you to concentrate long enough to start remembering the chain of events that led you here.

“I… I’m not sure, I think I was assaulted…” you reply.

“Assaulted!” she interrupts you, “Assaulted! Let me call reception they’ll know what to do.”

She goes to the phone. The back of her neck looks so enticing; you feel the need to caress it, to squeeze it, to kiss it, to bite it. You want to…