The breaching charges arrive

After far too long of a wait where you were **** to endure the sounds of those who had trusted their bodies to your command being **** without mercy in the cruelest way possible. You turned off the screen no longer able to watch but **** yourself to listen as they cried out for help at first and then for the cocks of their captors. You knew modern medicine would be able to deal with the effects of the **** but the damage caused to their honor and spirits would be much more difficult.

The door airlock was blown open and secured in record time but it was then that you discovered the most insidious part of the trick. The room beyond was filled with the well fucked company, when they saw the breaching team enter they threw themselves at them begging for their cocks. Of those who had done this to them there was no sign.

"General, we've been analyzing the footage and... this last part was a recording. What we thought they were doing was switching cameras all over the base and they were. However they had enough footage to create a believable loop for the last fifteen minutes." You were informed as you entered the base yourself. That shouldn't have mattered, they were in space. Surely there was nowhere to ru-

"Contact, heat signature on bearing 045 143 from the factory. Targeting." You heard in the background of the conversation. You knew where the enemy had gone. It was an old tactic to use an asteroid to hide your heat signature. They must have hidden a ship inside the rock in order to try and make a getaway after completing their deed. It was sloppy of them to show their hand now before they knew you were gone however. "Weapons have been released for damage, engines targeted, permission to use potentially lethal ****." The voice of the tactical officer sounded hungry in a way that you understood all too well. You never thought you would ever want the **** of a human being. The idea was much more attractive to you now. You listened carefully as the Captain gave her order.