The Raid.

When you first arrived on Osiris you ignored the normal ports and scouted the wastes for your own landing site instead. Arcturia was smart and savvy enough to have evaded Helix's most dogged military pursuit, always staying two steps ahead of them. You were willing to bet she was watching the ports and didn't want to risk her noticing that a well armed single person craft, practically a calling card for bounty hunters, had arrived. With your ship hidden you made your way to the nearest settlement, a collection of scrap called Janus Terminal, and started listening. It was a low-tech skill but a necessary one for this line of work. It had amazed you at first how much you can learn just from walking around and listening to people, occasionally asking questions. You quickly learned of a new faction on Osiris, one with no name and unknown goals. They would sell **** and kidnap people, appearing out of nowhere and vanishing before anything that resembles the law could intervene. You hid cameras in some likely places and got a hit, a back alley **** deal for Ice Wyrm, a synthetic compound that could only be made with equipment and skill far beyond what this backwater could produce.

You followed the little rat back to its hole and were surprised to find it was an old atmospheric station. The companies had probably placed it there to counter the harmful ecological effects their industries were going to have on the environment. It would have been abandoned once everyone realized that production was never going to reach the point that the station would be needed. A perfect place for a mad scientist to set up shop.

Not knowing what to expect inside you went loaded for bear as much as possible while still keeping yourself stealthy enough for an infiltration. Over the years you've spent a lot of your hard earned money on new equipment to better take on higher paying, more dangerous assignments. It sure seemed to pay off that day. Your infiltrator armor was sleek and snug against your body, the metal plating divided into thousands of tiny segments that linked together for maximum concealment and impressive protection. You brought along your hacking rig, an attachment that fit over your left forearm like a glove, anticipating locked doors and alarms. For weapons you expected to mostly use your nano-pistol, a sidearm that fires penetrating capsules of nano machines that could short circuit a person's central nervous system and knock them out cold, assuming they weren't using shields or anything thicker than a light ballistic armor. And in case things got loud you brought your collapsible **** rifle, capable of ripping through even heavy **** mechs, with some work, and a shield generator attached to your hip.

The initial infiltration was easy. The camouflage system in your armor let you blend into the dirt and scrap leading up to one of the massive vents on the exterior of the facility. Disabling the alarms set just inside the shaft with your rig, you slipped inside. When you left the ventilation system it had taken you into a sort of makeshift mess hall where three people in basic clothing ate dinner. Taken by surprise and without a single weapon between them, you easily put them to sleep and shoved them into a nearby supply closet. You stalked the halls for several minutes without finding anything. The facility was massive but apparently the doctor's group wasn't since you ran into no signs of life in several rooms. That is, until you found the double doors with armored guards on either side. They were too well armored for the pistol but a few silenced rounds from your rifle put them down easily. You don't like to kill if you can avoid it but there was no other way inside.

The doors led to a massive chamber filled with giant machines and fans and tunnels that seemed to go on for miles. Men and women, mostly unarmed, milled about at various stations, pressing buttons and working in relative silence. The doctor had gotten herself a little research team of her own, or so it seemed. You watched them from the shadows for awhile, taking note as they carefully hauled gas cylinders and placed them into some of the machinery all over the room. You slinked about but couldn't find Arcturia herself. You were about to search elsewhere when your entire body seized up in painful spams. Warning lights and sounds flashed through your helmet and visor as you crumpled to the floor.

"A daring attempt," said a cheerful voice. "But you shouldn't have killed the guards. I make them hum a tune I listen to over the comms so I know they're still there and all's well."

You're stiff body was kicked hard and **** onto your back. Standing over you was a fully naked, long red haired woman of average height. In her hand she held a small device with cords that connected to a point in your armor where she'd stabbed them in. With that device, the likes of which you'd never seen, she seemed to have complete control over your armor's systems. But how the hell had she snuck up on you? And why in the stars was she naked?

She tapped on her device and your helmet segmented and sunk into the collarbone area of your armor. She held out her hand, eyes still dancing madly and staring right at you, and another woman handed her a syringe full of purple liquid. Seeing it, you tried to get away but a press of a button sent another surge of pain as the electrical systems overloaded and delivered painful shocks throughout your body. So you could do nothing as she injected the **** directly into your neck.

"I've been dying to see how this one does," said Arcturia in her child-like voice. "I've heard such amazing things about you, you know, Aurora Sonett. It would be a shame if you went completely insane on us after just one dose so do be sure to try your best."

She cackled and pressed a few more buttons. The segments of your armor slid away into one another until it opened fully in the front. You still wore your skin tight environment suit beneath, a sleek black garment with gold lines throughout that adjusted to your body's needs. Free of the confines of your armor you rushed at Arcturia. She was a scientist and you were an expert in hand to hand combat, so even if she had help you still stood a chance. Or so you thought. Her stance and movements were amateurish but her speed was inhuman. No technique could keep up with her as she laughed and danced away from your every strike. You felt yourself feeling warm and winded in no time which made zero sense. You had the endurance of a trained warrior and the suit should have kept your body temperature comfortable. So why were you panting and feeling like your skin was on fire?

"I'm surprised it took this long," giggled the doctor. "All that sudden movement should have gotten your blood pumping the compound throughout your body in moments. Yet you're only just starting to feel the effects."

Your vision blurred for a moment and you blinked it away. But when you focused your eyes on her again your strength started to leave your body. She was fucking gorgeous! Her milky breasts were big and round yet defied gravity. Her pussy lips were just starting to swell, an invitation if ever you'd seen one!

You don't recall getting on your hands on knees nor her sitting down on the floor. But you certainly remember the sweet, sweet taste of her pussy on your lips! You shuddered the moment her juices flowed down your throat, your suit needing to adjust for rock hard nipples and moisture build up between your legs. You felt a pair of hands on your upraised ass, appreciating your bubble butt beneath the thin black suit. When those hands started to press against your needy pussy you eagerly reached between your legs and ran two fingers along your lips and mound, the programmable clothing moving itself aside and forming a neat hole for direct contact. All the while you continued to slurp at the feast before you, pussy juices dripping down your cheeks and chin.

You thought things couldn't get better until all at once a nice hard cock **** its way up your lubricated canal. You moaned around the clit you were sucking and the woman attached to it, her name long since forgotten, screamed and gave you more of her delicious nectar. The person behind you fucked you hard and raw while you continued to drink from the cup of the gods, your pussy contracted in near constant orgasm. When he finally came inside of you the pussy in front of you pulled away and you gasped for breath, suddenly feeling very tired.

What followed is still a blur. You were there for days, maybe weeks. Time was meaningless in the windowless room where you were kept, naked and half-insane. Every time you awoke it was to a new ****, your nipples pierced so the piercings could be pulled by chains, your breasts, thighs, and ass beaten raw with paddles, throat gagged on cock from various men, mouth and nose suffocated in the cunts of various women. The injections made you hazy and weak, made details difficult to capture in your mind. Your last memory is of grabbing a gun off a guard's belt and shooting people. A lot of people. There were explosions, pain, running, so much running. Then you woke up in Dr. Arcadia's clinic. Now you have to try and reclaim your arsenal and get back on the trail of the doctor, the only person with the means to give you your old body back.