They arrive at the Metropolis

The briefing of her two companions went smoothly, all the command staff were busy and Buck and Hawk were off on a mission so there was no one to question why this planet was of interest to Wilma. The two other pilots didn’t feel the need to question their Commanding officer so nodded politely and diligently took notes.

The launch went normally, the three ship packet kept formation and headed toward the planet surface. Wilma’s strange and dark feelings seemed to get more intense the closer to the planet she got, visions of dominating both of her fellow pilots, individually and together flashed in her mind. Strange clothing, leather, latex, nylon, all skin-tight and shiny. Sharp pointed heels, severe makeup, piercings and tattoos. Then the most shocking and arousing of all, Wilma saw herself as a Vorvon, one of the space vampires, she saw herself as a member of that race; her slaves, dressed in **** fetish wear draping themselves over her, being controlled by her.

Wilma shook her head to clear her thoughts, she was really turned on and repulsed at the same time and she couldn’t afford distractions during the re entry procedure. The three Terran craft made the re entry flawlessly and were instantly flying on instruments due to the cloud cover over the planet. The radar was showing that there were large conurbations below but they were not reading any non feral life signs, it seemed there were only animals waiting for them.

Wilma took the lead and skillfully approached an as yet unseen city. At first she thought it was interference from the storm they were now flying through but it was not, it was more. Wilma could hear a voice, quiet but it was there. She was straining to hear it, longing to hear when suddenly;

“Colonel, I’m getting a beacon with a message attached, running translator.” Said Lieutenant Hansen.

“Ok Hansen let me know what it says.” Wilma replied.

Wilma did some quick calculations, they had ten minutes flight time before arrival; she strained her hearing again and could hear the soft whisper of her Vorvon master, the Vorvon who had claimed her in her room all that time ago. The Vorvon she had offered herself to. Eagerly, wantonly she had embraced servitude. Offering her sex to her new master, hearing him tell her he would claim her for his mate. She had gone to claim Buck, her draining him would have started her transformation but sadly she had failed. Her Master was speaking but she couldn’t hear him properly his voice was to quiet.

A bleeping in her cockpit startled her back to reality, the three ships broke through the cloud and before them sprawled a massive gothic metropolis.

"Colonel, it seems to be a warning; this is or was the home planet of the Vorvons, say didn't we have an issue with a Vorvon. Didn't you..."

"That's enough Hansen." Wilma was wet, she was excited, turned on. Her free hand was pressing against her sex as she bit her bottom lip.

"I er do NOT need to be reminded of that incident, though I get the feeling it's safe down there though, no humanoid life signs on any of the scans"

"Roger Colonel" Came the reply

Wilma surveyed the Gothic citadel ahead of them and had a random thought, HOME. And she smiled...…