Yes, but at what cost?

Finally the lock chirps its friendly access chime at you, accepts a code and the transparent door opens up. Without missing a beat you step through, leaving the strange alien mist just in time as the plasti-glass door slams shut behind you.

You’ve barely enough time to collect your wits when there’s a hammering on the very security door you’ve just made it through – the same security door that nearly cut you in half when it shot closed, locking after you stepped through.

There’s one of Space Station Sigmas’s security personal on the other side of the door, in the same foggy corridor you’ve just escaped from. He’s only half dressed; one sock, white y-fronts and a shirt. The ensign on his shoulder suggests he’s a corporal or some other NCO, you were never very good at remembering all the military ranks. He looks to be in his twenties with short, military style, cropped hair.

You can’t hear what he’s saying but his lips are moving and he looks frightened. He looks terrified.

Despite the risks you try and open the security door again, punching the same code back into the control panel on this side of the door but nothing happens. The station’s control system must be in a real mess.

The solider’s palm press against the clear and strengthened plasti-glass of the door. It’s clear he’s **** to be let through. No matter which combination of code you try, the damn door stays closed this time, leaving the young solider trapped on the other side.

Behind him one of the darker shapes in the mist moves. There’s a surging motion as the fog wraps thickly around his head and then vanishes. It looks very much as if the strange fog was absorbed by the soldier’s eyes, ears and nose, the darker fog being sucked inside him.

The reaction is immediate. His erect cock pops out of his y-fronts; his underwear no longer able to hold his penis. But he still hammers on the plasti-glass door between you and him, he still looks scared and still needs to escape the alien contagion on his side of the station.

You’re barely given enough time to wonder how a man could be so sexually aroused while so scared at the same time before he’s charged into from behind, his head hitting the unmoving, military grade plasti-glass of the security door and leaving a smudge of blood.

The solider passes out before you, slumping on the ground right in front of the door. He’s out cold but his cock still stands tall, a towering hard-on despite everything that’s happened to the man.

The assailant makes herself known. The woman who slammed into the solider from behind isn’t an alien or a mutant. She looks perfectly normal – wild hair and half dressed, wearing only the torn remains of a white lab coat – and entirely human. Without taking her eyes off you, the nearly naked lab assistant squats over the prone body of the solider and lowers herself onto his still erect cock.

With one hand on the floor for support and another grasping at her breasts the young lab tech, a woman in a similar position in the station as you, pumps herself up and down on the **** solider.

Its only when you take a step back when the woman reacts – raising her hands up like claws, ready to fend you off and keep you at bay while she fucks the man trapped below her. Despite the security door between you it seems the woman sees you as a threat to her prize. Her thighs glisten with cum but she keeps going, riding the solider with all her strength while ready to fight you off.