The Unknown - Three Friends and the (...) Starship (15)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

THREE FRIENDS AND THE (IMPERIAL) SPACE-ELF STARSHIP

Part 15 - A New Hope

Daniela advanced through the ship, still looking for an exit.

Every step she took, every movement of her arms, every twist of her neck, every stretching of her back, felt amazing. Everything, absolutely everything, was pure ecstasy, waves of pleasure that clouded her mind more and more ran through her. The suit truly was like a second skin. Yet she still felt the suit squeezing her tightly, molding her new curves. Compressing her waist, making a vacuum in her navel. Sucking hard and sensually on her new breasts. The long nails, almost like claws, they felt so real, so truly hers. And the most sensual thing for her was the way the suit seemed to make her walk, as she had to constantly wiggle her new wide, fertile hips.

The sound of the tips of her stilletto heels hitting the floor with each step echoed in the corridors. It was hypnotic, a clicking of perfect sensuality. Every time one of her two heels hit the floor, she felt her new crotch getting wetter and wetter. This now was a sensation that could earlier have been described as humiliating... but not anymore, as she no longer had a penis rubbing against the suit.

Her swollen vaginal lips pressed against the cruel fabric of the suit. Every movement made her feel the suit sliding around like a vile lover cruelly toying with her, to drive her crazy with excitement. Making the sensation of emptiness inside her grow. The lips of her vagina started to feel more and more swollen, inflamed, eager to be caressed for the first time. Needing to be kneaded and soaked even more in their own juices, to be teased. And she began to feel herself being separated from something important. Yes, she already had an irresistible natural obsession to be filled.

Earlier Daniel had almost fled and run away from the one he once knew as Paolo. As a man he had never had an erection like that before. But as his erection had disappeared, so had his manly muscle. With each step he took, he had become more of a woman. The more he had moved away, looking for the exit, the less of a man he had become. Just a moment ago he still had had a vestige of his former masculinity. But no longer. Now she had a vagina at the height of its momentum. Throbbing, lips swollen, brimming with its own juices.

Meanwhile Daniela's hands couldn't stop playing with her sensitive breasts. The size of those melons made her feel a strange pride. Strange for someone having been born male. But now so natural, delicious and subconsciously arrogant. So much a part of herself. It was the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt, even more so than when a girl had sucked Daniel's now defunct penis. So intense, so pleasurable, so eager to be kneaded and licked. And then there were her nipples, where everything was multiplied a thousandfold. Where her own pinching wasn't enough and made her long to feel lips sucking them and teeth nibbling them, to make her succumb... desperately waiting for... begging to be...

"NO!" she said to herself, recovering a bit of her old self. "I must resist, I have to find the way out..."

Yes, Daniela, turning out to be stronger than the will of the Empress, kept fighting. But still! She dared not admit it to herself, she didn't really want to escape being Daniela. If there was anything on this ship that could reverse what the suit was doing to her, she wanted to be as far away from it as possible, hopefully never to find it.

Every now and then, she turned her head, trying to remember which way she had come. Not really to be sure which way she was going, but so that when she found the exit, she could go back and try to take as many suits with her as she could.

Also, from time to time, Daniela would shudder with pleasure and her mind would melt even more. She would temporarily lose control of her hands, so that it became harder to control herself again. Heavy sighs escaped from her mouth, amidst quickened and ragged breaths. Feeling her hands, with a perverse will of their own, sliding around her waist or belly, made her moan and bite her lip. The capacity of making rational thoughts faded away and her memories were more and more buried under that fog of pleasure caused by incessant flashes that brought her closer to the edge of the longed-for orgasm.

Suddenly she saw something that left her stunned. For an instant everything that was happening to her was suspended in nothingness. There were runes, like the ones she had seen in the air-lock through which they had entered the ship. Without knowing how, she was able to read them, to understand them. They were in a metallic circle on the floor and they said “Non-Orbital Emergency Exit”. And Daniela's heart pumped with renewed strength, feeling happy. She had found a way to escape from the ship.

As if she knew the ship well, Daniela knelt down and touched a specific spot on the edge of the ring surrounding the emergency air-lock. There was a short buzzing sound, followed by an alarm sounding and then a creaking sound was followed by a movement of the circle. The air-lock began to open and Daniela began to see what was on the other side. She prayed that it wasn't molten rock, hoping that there was some part of the ship on which it was suspended and had a cavern underneath, waiting to take her to the surface. And as if her thoughts were being heard, a wisp of fiery air hit her face, smelling of the desert, coming from a faint blackness. From the bottom of a narrow hole in the rock a distant light showed, letting her know, that there really was a way out.


to be continued...