The last recording of Chief Lemar

An unfamiliar dark-skinned man with close-cropped dark hair was sprawled face up on the floor in front of the chief's desk, just in view of the camera. He wore the tattered remains of a lab coat, though Marie could not see any identifying marks or badges. A woman writhed on top of him, enthusiastically bouncing herself on his jutting cock. Though she wore the same short security jacket that Marie had seen on Lemar, this was not the chief. The stranger's long blonde hair was gathered in a ponytail that shook with every descent of her hips. And while Lemar was slim and petite, the blonde had the body of a holovid pornstar bimbo - curvy and firm, with flared hips and large, rounded breasts that sat impossibly high on her chest. Must have been popular with the crew, Marie thought distractedly, rubbing her thighs together. She could feel the slick heat beginning to build within her again. She **** herself to look at the timestamp - just a few hours after the first one, right around when the distress signal went out, and the security lock down was imposed.

The prone man was largely motionless, his torso twitching occasionally while his face remained frozen in an expression of maddened ecstasy. The blonde didn't seem to mind her lover's passivity, continuing to fuck herself against his member with abandon. She rode him to two hip-quaking orgasms. Half-way through the second, Marie leaned forward and opened her thighs, adjusting her position so that the corner of the chief's desk pressed against the crotch of her RIG. The stimulating pressure sent a delightfully deviant shock of pleasure up her spine. Oh fuck...I shouldn't...not here... Marie almost convinced herself to back away, but when the blonde started to fuck her partner again Marie couldn't resist twitching her hips forward in time with the woman's.

A figure sauntered in through the open office door. Marie immediately recognized Lemar. The Chief of Security was fully naked, her slim body stained in places with smears of yellow and green slime. Marie greeted her with a shuddering moan, her eyes roving over the familiar sight of the chief's nude form. Lemar walked toward the rutting couple, and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's ponytail. Pulling the woman's head back, the chief leaned down to the woman's upturned face and sealed her mouth against the blonde's thick lips. Marie let out an extended moan again as she watched the two make out, while the blonde continued to rock her hips in the catatonic man's lap. The engineer's hips sped up. An ache started to build in her muscles from her awkward posture, but she ignored it. Close now, just a little, just a little...

Her groan gained a tone of alarm as another shape entered the camera's view - a monstrous creature was squeezing itself into the chief's office door. The deformed thing was massive, it's bulk barely fitting through the entrance. It's disproportionately long and thick arms reached inside the space, it's claws raking along the metal bulkheads as it pulled itself into the room where it paused by the entrance, straightening itself.

The creature's shape reminded Marie of the ogre-like thing she had fought by the tram, though the one on screen was much smaller than the one she had encountered. It's twisted limbs were covered with broken, blackened skin. Bits of bone or flesh stuck out at odd places and at odd angles. Its head was a thing of nightmares, a fanged, misshapen maw ringed by an odd number of small yellow eyes. And between its thighs, a massive, pistule-covered cock throbbed, already engorged and leaking with yellow slime. Marie stared at it with a mix of horror and fascination, her arousal continuing to drive her hips forward in search of more stimulation. She found herself wondering which of the two women the thing would claim, the thought sending tendrils of shame and lust spiraling through her feverish mind.

Lemare pulled herself away from the blonde, who pouted in disappointment briefly. The chief glanced at the creature, unconcerned, then stepped around the couple on the floor and approached her desk. She bent over the surface with a practiced motion, and looked back at the monster over her shoulder. Reaching back with one hand, she spread herself open, and waited. Marie waited with her, shaking with lust and anticipation. Do it, do it, take her...

The monstrosity needed no more encouragement. It lumbered forward, and leaned over the chief, its bulk dwarfing the diminutive woman beneath it. The thing's cock slid between Lemar's thighs, and woman reached down to guide it inside her. The creature lunged forward at once and the chief's whole body stiffened. Then, it started to fuck her. While her human partner had not been gentle, the fucking she was receiving now was inhuman. Each thrust sent Lemar's whole body rocking forward, and the creature kept up a merciless pace. Lemar's face melted apart in mindless pleasure as her lips opened in a soundless cry.

Distracted by the depraved sight, Marie almost missed when the man on the floor began to move. His arms twitched up and reached out to his partner, and Marie groaned as she saw the limbs lengthening and twisting into a pair of unnaturally long limbs, the skin cracking and greying to reveal inhuman anatomy. The man's face twisted and melted, the flesh resculpting itself into a nightmarish parody of humanity. His hands, the fingers now little more than a pair of foot-long clawed tendrils wrapped themselves around the blonde's massive rounded breasts. The woman leaned forward slightly with a placid smile, offering herself to her monstrous fuck-mate while her hips continued to rock in his lap. Marie whined with perverse excitement, and sped up her hips. Close now..yes. yes..

Marie glanced back at Lemar, and found herself looking directly into the woman's eyes, now little more than yellow orbs. The corrupted chief was staring directly at the camera as the monster behind her continued to rut into her savagely. The chief was mouthing something at the camera, and even without sound Marie knew the words.

MAKE US WHOLE

"Make...make us...," Marie grunted, horrified and aroused beyond reason, "oh fuck...yes....yes...yes!"

She came then, twitching and trembling against the corner of the desk while on screen the recording of the chief's defilement played on.

By the time Marie regained her senses, Lemar and the blonde were both kneeling between the ogre-thing's legs, worshiping its massive leaking tool with eager, slick mouths. The grey-skinned, long limbed monstrosity was shambling out of the office, its clawed hands dragging along the deck.

Marie reached out with a shaking hand, and stopped the playback, just as the blonde was stretching her lips around the flared cock head of the creature. She straightened with a groan, feeling the slickness between her thighs coating the inside of her rig. What did I do? This place is getting to me..

Disturbed, Marie stumbled back from the console, her head filled with a jumble of thoughts.