Run!

You can't believe it! This bitch just completely played you. No time to get angry about it though. You have to get out of here, and fast! You run for the door. She lunges after you with your dagger but you easily dodge her. You run down the corridor and duck around a corner, narrowly avoiding a security team rushing toward the transporter room.

Taking a second to decide where to flee, you realize you're right next to the Jeffries tube where Ensign Ogawa was tempting you with her sweet snatch. Shaking your head briefly to clear the mental image of her sexy frame bent over the rungs with her dripping twat exposed between her bare thighs, you climb up the jeffries tube and into the crawlspace between decks.

Where do you go from here? The transporter isn't an option anymore, but you still need to get off this ship. The only option left is to take a shuttlecraft. As insane as that seems, it's the best plan you can think of right now and you don't have time to come up with a better one. Not quite sure which way to go, you pick a direction and start crawling...

and crawling...

and climbing...

and crawling some more...

They really need to label these access tunnels better. You've gotten lost and had to double back at least three times already. After what seems like hours upon hours on your hands an knees, you finally come across a service hatch that opens up into the hangar deck.

"Yes! Time to finally get out of here," you say triumphantly as you pop open the hatch and stumble into the hangar deck. Hoping no one saw that, you scramble to your feet and look around. The shuttle bay looks deserted. Good. You take a moment to stretch and then make your way to the shuttle sitting in the middle of the hangar.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Doe?" a familiar icy voice shouts in your direction. Your blood freezes.

"I'm getting off this crazy ship, Tracie, and you can't stop me!" you yell back over your shoulder at zh'Thracia as you run for the shuttlecraft door. A dagger sails through the air toward you. You duck to the side. It grazes your shoulder, slicing through the uniform fabric and top layer of flesh. You spin around just in time to see a flying kick coming your way. Her spiked heel nearly drives into your skull. You deflect her foot with your arm, but her momentum knocks you onto your back. She lands straddling your face. Her thighs tighten around the sides of your head, and her crotch presses down over your nose and mouth so you can't breathe.

"I said you'll be in service to me, and I meant it... even if it kills you," she growls as she slides her panties to the side. The exotic scent of her alien pussy fills your nostrils. She grabs your hair and pulls your face into her snatch, pleasuring herself with your **** attempts to breathe. Panic fills your mind as her juices drip into your mouth, not sure how you're going to survive this.