Zena Takes One For The Team

The cursor spasmed in time with Richard’s shaking hand as he clicked on the video file he was the most afraid of, the one from four hours ago.

The screen lit up. Zena’s face took up most of the it as she leaned forward with the visor on and remote in hand. For a moment Richard felt like she was staring right at him, mumbling to herself as she was trying to diagnose him. Whatever was causing these dissociative episodes, he was pretty sure he did need some fixing.

The video showed a continuous flickering of light blasting the room around her, all of which was countered by her darkened lenses. Just over her shoulder was a man’s face bathed in the light. Richard recognized it as himself, but the face was slack and the eyes were wide open, staring intently at the screen with shrunken pupils.

Richard shook his head and looked away from the disturbing doppelgänger. He realized then that he could still hear the crackling fireplace audio over the fainter audio of the bedroom scene. He flicked the visor up and saw nothing but a fireplace on loop and could only hear the crackling. Lowering the visor again restored the strange dual audio sensation... The visor was silently conducting the video’s audio through direct vibration. So fucking sneaky!

The on-screen version of himself started to move. It flared it’s nostrils like it was sniffing the air, detecting something utterly fascinating. It licked his lips and fixated on the woman in front of it, seeming to grow taller, looming over Zena. She went rigid as its hand settled on her shoulder.

“OH SHIT! I forgot you’re still in the fucking room!” The hand tightened on her like a claw. “Sorry, I’m not in the mood, buddy.” She shrugged him away, but his grip was too strong. “Hey!” she barked as she was slowly being turned toward the possessed creature. She kept her eyes on the H-Terminal, waving the remote at it like a determined fencer as she continued to adjust the settings. The blasts of flickering light that had been filling the room suddenly cut out.

If that was supposed to stop the leering figure, it didn’t work. It groped her chest with a free hand, feeling his way to her zipped collar, grabbing the small lapel roughly, then the other hand took the opposite lapel, the fabric went taut as the the strong arms seemed to be trying to pull her coveralls open by sheer ****. “Let me go, fucker!” she shouted, squatting then lunging away from the lusting creature, forcing it to take a step with her, but she was unable to break its hold.

She scowled and looked into its face. “Hey! Listen to me assh—“

Her expression changed to worry when she saw the way its pinprick pupils darted back and forth to her most sensitive body parts. She snapped her attention to the terminal, now flailing the remote desperately. “Fucking... what kind of setting does this...?” Her waving arm froze as she read something from the screen, not even responding as the zipper of her coveralls raced down to her waist from a single yank that spread them wide, revealing her black bra underneath. “No way! That’s way over the documented maximum! Fuck me running!” She managed only a couple more remote swipes before being thrown into the air and onto the bed. The visor and remote clattered away.

Zena was on her side. stunned, trying to process what had just transpired. “I think you left some important details out of the report, mister!” Before she could roll herself off the bed to get away, its hands were on her again, roughly pulling her coveralls down her back. She twisted herself face-up as the thing sat on her legs, its raging erection straining against its shorts.

“Mister... This is... Listen! You are not thinking straight! There was a—OH!” Her black bra was shoved up to her neck, freeing her tits. The beast groped her peaked mounds savagely with both hands as it began to grind its crotch against hers.

She tried to slap her attacker in the face, but her clothing was bunched around her elbows so she had difficulty reaching. She punched at its arm instead, emphasizing her words as she did. “Mister! You HAVE to LET me GO... NOW!”

Unfazed, the doppelgänger grabbed the victim’s clothing at the waist, and with a mighty full-body flex, tore the white coveralls open all the way down her to her black panties.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Richard gulped between ragged breaths as he watched the struggle happening on-screen, amazed, sickened, aroused. Richard only dimly realized that he was touching himself.

Zena yelped, then squirmed as a firm hand grabbed the waistband of her panties and hoisted upward, stretching it two feet into the air and pulling her ass off the bed until there was a sharp snap and she fell back down. The beasts fingers were already roughly probing her exposed pussy before she’d stopped bouncing. Zena frowned as she tried to cover her pussy and ruined panties, but she was already feeling its fingers entering of her soft tunnel.

The figure abruptly let her go and jumped off the bed, tearing at his own clothing in a frenzy. She made an attempt to roll away and run, but it caught her by the coveralls flopping at her back, jerking them down all the way to her calves, snaring her. It hooked her waist as she fell forward, then with an arm rippling with muscle, it flung her back onto the bed. It kicked its own ripped shorts away and crawled onto the bed after her.

Normal, kind, guilty Richard stared in disbelief at the screen. What had he had done? How could he...? And... how could he? Where had that strength and speed come from? He had never seen his muscles so pronounced. Even his cock looked strangely huge on the screen. It was an angry pink and squiggled with thick veins. How had it gotten so ridiculously engorged? He looked down at his current confused boner, clearly not the same size as his brutish counterpart’s.

He knew what was happening in the video was awful. He was scared for Zena, but all of this had already happened hours ago. He could do nothing now but find out the truth.

“Ahhhhhh damnit!” She was on all fours trying to scramble away but it had her in it’s grip again. It dragged her by her hips back to itself as it kneeled behind her on the bed. Her legs were **** open by its own as the raging cock hovered toward her threateningly. Its hands moved from her hips to the middle of her back. It pushed her down into an arch with her face buried in the covers up to her eyes.

“Okay... Fuck... This is happening... And this is getting recorded, too...” Zena **** herself to look to the terminal, directly into the camera, directly at guilty, jerking-off Richard. His heart raced.

“So... mister room 75, whatever your name is... If you are watching this... This isn’t your fault, Okay?” SMACK! She whimpered as the beast slapped her ass. “You should—SMACK!—Ohhhh... go back to normal after getting off... God I hope so.”

Richard jerked harder, **** to believe the consoling message Zena had left for him.

“So I’m... I’m letting you fuck me now okay? I fixed your terminal—well mostly... Now I’m going to take care of this... then you’ll be better. I can’t let you wander the ship like this.” She felt the boiling cock pressing hard against her pussy and whimpered.

“Oh, Jesus, okay... I’m letting you fuck me... It’s going in... I’m letting you—just go slow. Slow. SLOW! OOHHFUCKINGCHRISTISAIDSLOOOOW!” She turned her face into the mattress to muffle her discomfort as the muscled creature pounded her full **** from first penetration, plowing her into the bed with its weight as she tried in vain to push it back with her hands.

She set her jaw through the slamming pain, praying that she would soon be wet enough to make it bearable. Her head thrashed from side to side as she howled through clenched teeth, sending spittle flying. The mindless thing behind her growled like an animal.

Zena turned to the camera again, ponytail falling apart. “I’m okay, mister... It’s fine. It’s a risk of the job... This is just... rougher than I was ready for... and bigger.” She spasmed from a particularly deep thrust that made her howl like she was giving birth. She regained her composure and stared angrily into the camera. “MAXINE! If you are watching this... FUCK YOU! You’d better be sending help! And I get hazard pay for this!”

Hands clamped on her hips as the beast drooled like a rabid dog onto her ass. It’s harsh grip held her in place and each downward thrust drove her ass lower until she was prone with splayed legs.

After a few minutes Zena’s howls quieted into grunts as other the massive cock glistened with her juices. She still tensed and tried to push it away as it bottomed out in her, but she was starting to relax on the withdrawal stroke, eventually moaning more and yelping less.

“See? It’s getting better, mister. It’s just part of the job...” she said dubiously. Her red and sweaty face was yanked upward by her frayed ponytail, wound around her assailant’s wrist. The beast stepped up into a wide crouch and pounded down into her like it was riding a galloping horse, using her hair for reins. Her head bobbed and legs bounced off the bed with each impact.

Zena tried to look back at her rider. “Oh, fuck... This isn’t... so bad, mister... You just need to... get it out... of your system... then you will be all better!” She closed her eyes and moaned, a hint of smile at her lips.

“Uh, are you... getting close yet... mister? Tell me when... Aw fuck, you are so... far gone you can’t say shit... Just don’t cum inside me... okay? Tell me you... understand, buddy.... Is that grunt a yes? How about that one? Dammit.”

She looks back to the camera. “Whatever happens, mister... this isn’t your fault... the intensity was set... WAY to high... somehow.” Slowly but surely she was getting driven closer to the edge of the bed with each bounce. She braced her hands on the corner, trying to stop herself from going over. “Ah! Room 75... There was a missus, too... Fuck... Um, missus room 75... this isn’t an affair... I know it... seems like it is... He’s just mad with... lust at the moment... it has nothing to do... with me... He would have... fucked literally any woman... he found... Usually that would be... you, and the intensity... would be reasonable...”

A new thought crossed Zena’s mind. “Fucking hell, if you did... this on purpose, Maxine, so help me... Uhhhhhh, fuuuckkkkk!”

She stopped talking and closed her eyes for a while. Richard had fantasies of being more dominant, but this was off the charts. He beat his cock furiously, most of his guilt forgotten as Zena’s expressions betrayed how much pleasure she was experiencing, moaning a hell of a lot for all of her earlier protests. Her face contorted in ecstasy as she grunted through a leg-spasming orgasm, losing her grip on the bed, falling forward only to have her head yanked back by the iron grip on her hair. Her eyes watered as she stretched her fingers to the floor for support. “Oh, that fucking cock... You got to stop soon. I need to rest. Just cum already... but not in my pussy!”

When it was clear that she was going to keep getting fucked for a while, she remembered her earlier concerns, “It’s not cheating missus!” The thing riding her growled and pounded her faster. “Mmmmm! That’s right... It’s just animals fucking... We’re just animals...” The animal on top of her picked up the pace, grunting and spitting its way closer to orgasm. “Oh fuck... mister... oh... oh... oh... Oh... OH... Fuck... that... pussy... fucking... hurry up... and... cum... on ... me! Cum... On... Me... Mister! CUM... ALL... OVER... ME!!!”

Richard was jerking furiously, nodding along at her instructions, ready to cum all over the screen.

The beast growled like a bear, deeper than seemed possible for a human voice, definitely deeper that Richard ever heard himself before. It rooted its meaty cock deep in her cunt, releasing a torrent of unwanted sperm into her. “NOOOO! I SAID NOT INSIDE YOU ASSHOLE!” Her face twisted in distress. “FFFUUCK!”

“Mmmnnnnggg... It’s... not your fault, mister!” she consoled, barely able to look at the screen anymore as she dangled off the bed. “HNMNNGGG.... ffffuck... You couldn’t... help it... you... and that... fat... dick! Ah! Shit! Nnnnnnggg!” She bit her lip and tensed up, legs spasming again. Before she could even finish her orgasm, the beast was pounding her at full speed again. “Oh god! More?” Only a half-hour of video had elapsed so far.

Richard stood naked before the H-Terminal, ready to blow, when Aria opened the door.