Bella breathed. They were shallow breaths, somewhat impeded by the fleshy tube running down her throat, which in turn was secured to her mouth and anchored by suffocating covers over her teeth, her tongue, her lips…
But it was more than that. Her breaths somehow… sounded different. Deeper, perhaps, or more sultry. Not the light and timid sound of a soldier who was used to trying not to be heard. This voice, these gasps- they were the sounds of an exotic, feminine alien, nude in all its bizarre pale glory, enjoying the afterglow of two magnificent orgasms twice in a row.
There was a strange pressure at her crotch. Bella didn’t bother to move, still hugging the Seraph underneath her as her false alien penis retreated back into the flesh of the costume and melted into tight nothingness. The Seraph under her moaned, once, and then shook its head as it pushed itself up onto its elbows.
“Not bad, newbie,” Sara said weakly. “You’ve got quite the fire. I wish I could’ve seen you when you were at training on Coronth V.”
“Coronth V?” Bella asked almost without thinking, and mentally kicked herself. A simple “yes” or “thank you” would have sufficed…
Sara shifted uneasily. “Yeah, Coronth V,” she said. “I thought we all came from there. You know, the secondary training phase? They pulled us from the Conglomerate militia. Unless… are they diversifying? Where are you from?”
Bella thought fast and talked faster. “New Regalluise,” she lied smoothly, desperately trying to remember all that she could of the offworld planet that had seceded nearly three years ago to join the Conglomerate, a renegade coalition of planets that made the news once in awhile for small skirmishes with federal peacekeeping forces.
“Really?” There was a slightly suspicious tone in Sara’s voice, and all of a sudden her body language transformed from relaxed to tense. “I wasn’t aware of any special Seraph Ops headquarters located in that region.”
“We’re relatively new,” Bella said offhandedly. “Only got founded about… oh, six months or so ago. That’s why I don’t know too much about Ops.”
Sara’s facial expressions, being related through the skeletal alien mask glued over her face, looked vaguely unconvinced. “Hmm.”
“Well,” Bella said, pushing herself to her feet, “I have to go. Somebody… um, told me to meet them over at the…”
Her voice trailed off as Sara pushed herself to her feet as well. “Really?” she repeated. “Well, let’s get to it then. I’m not in a hurry- guard duty in a sealed and defended storage area is one of the most boring jobs in the galaxy. I’ll tag along, shall I?”
“I…” Bella’s mouth, despite being layered under a pulsating and warm mass of fleshy costume, went dry. “Oh… okay.”
Sara flicked her hands. “Lead on, newbie.”
Bella looked over at the hulking suit of Seraph armor off to the side. “Aren’t you going to… you know…”
“Oh, I think it’ll be perfectly all right,” Sara said dismissively. “Go on.”
Bella licked her lips- at least, as best as she could when she technically didn’t have lips anymore- and suddenly started off in a random direction. Her hope had been to distract Sara, giving her time to start getting into the slow and clunky Seraph suit before sneaking off, grabbing her stealth suit, and escaping after shaking off any pursuers. But now… What was she going to do? Bella had just walked into some vast conspiracy of some kind, and…
Suddenly there was a vivid, almost obscene snap, and a warm but uncomfortable feeling soared over Bella’s skin. Her mask suddenly began to writhe and convulse over her face. Bella, taken by surprise, half screamed as the tube running down her throat wrenched itself free along with the rest of the mask. The slimy undersides unknitted and pulled away, leaving Bella blind as the eyes of the mask slumped forward into her alien breasts. Gasping, Bella spun-
And two, firm hands grabbed her by the shoulders. Confused, Bella attempted to use a grappling maneuver to shake the hands off, but the grip only tightened and she felt herself being drawn forward. The mucus-like residue left on her bare, real skin picked up the pressure of a hot breath. It was Sara. A bony hand left her shoulder aching and clamped itself over Bella’s mouth. Over the ringing quiet, Bella realized that she had been shouting.
“Well, what do we have here?” She said, a note of half-wonderment in her voice. “A federal spy? New Regalluisans always have a deep tan from the intense sun. You’re not from the Conglomerate.” She paused. “But how did you get a suit…? A Seraph suit- one of ours…” There was a momentary silence, and Bella knew Sara was looking over at the open box that had only been half hidden. “Of course,” she continued, sounding amused. “The experimental HLNE suit. Well, that makes taking care of you a lot easier.”
The hand drifted away from Bella’s mouth. “Wait,” she protested. “Taking care of…?”
The mask was back on her face, sight gradually returning to her as the mouthpiece threw itself back down her throat, wriggling. The next breath she took in was alien. But before Bella had the time to even say another word, Sara stepped back.
“Morph unit 61.9 to remotely controlled state,” she said harshly. “Add unit 61.9 to unit 3.4’s control list. Initiate restrictive measures, level three.”
Bella’s voice was cut off as the empty fleshy tube running down her throat suddenly became alive, a pliable but inexorable stream of putty flooding the inside of her mouth until the only noise she could make was a restrained grunt. Her limbs suddenly became stiff and immobile, and it became impossible to move even an inch without encountering the obstacle of her very costume’s skin.
“Of course,” Sara continued calmly, “I won’t execute you like any sane Seraph operator would under normal circumstances. Maybe it’s just my sympathy, but your ineptitude as a spy moves me to some degree of pity. Plus, that happened to be quite the orgasm… I will acknowledge that. But you have to be taken captive and restrained to ensure that you are helpless and unable to escape. I can work with those rules...” A hand softly brushed her cheek, but Bella’s reflex shudder backwards was impeded and she ended up wobbling like a statue that had been pushed off its pedestal.
Sara’s footsteps retreated into the depths of the warehouse, but not for long. Soon she was back, and Bella could see her enemy’s face, wearing an exact same copy of the mask she herself wore, scrunched in concentration.
Hardly a few seconds later Bella heard the buzz of something vibrating. She couldn’t look down far enough, given the tilt of her head, to see what it was, but… Bella could hazard a guess.
She was proven correct. The shuddering dildo, molding sinuously to fill her up as much as possible and stimulate all the right places, was gently pushed inside of her. Bella had already been dealing the gently pulsating tubes thrust deep inside of her by the costume, so this new intruder was more than enough to push her slowly back to the realm of the sensual. Her mind became to grow fuzzy.
“Nice, huh?” Sara sniffed. “You’re lucky. I’ve always wanted to try this out on my own, but unfortunately the only person who can lock and unlock my suit is my superior, and everybody knows that the Major is as prude as you can get. Still…”
The next invader vibrated as fiercely but was jammed into her rear end. Bella tried to torque her body away but failed, and was forced to be still as waves of pleasure radiated from her nether regions.
“Now, let’s keep you like that… oh, wait, now. We can’t have you seeing any more of our top secret base, can we? Or our top secret conversations. Suit 61.9, switch audio and visual feedback to… link.”
Suddenly Bella’s vision went black, and a dull silence smothered her ears. A minute passed, then another, with the only thing to distract Bella from the stimulation in her pussy being her equally sensual stimulation in her anus. Then…
Sound again, but not light. With a faint hiss, Sara’s voice filtered in through the backdrop of blackness. “Hello again, newbie spy. We’re going to enjoy th-”
Suddenly a rasp and static. Sara’s voice spluttered. “Going…what?... shit… damn receiver…”
Suddenly Bella’s visual returned, along with full audio connection. She was rewarded by Sara’s Seraph features screwed up in an approximation of a frustrated scowl. “Damn it,” Sara said softly, “I forgot the batteries or something. Sorry, Bella.”
Bella tried to mumble “it’s okay” through her putty-gag, but it was virtually pointless.
Sara looked at Bella, then shrugged. The background of the warehouse shimmered and faded, before splintering into rays of dying light. The simulator machine spluttered to a quiet watchful silence in the corner of the room. Now the two Seraphs were in a plain, dull bronze room, with nothing left of the former scene but the HLNE box and the massive Seraph battle-suit.
“Still…” Sara sighed. She looked up at Bella, and a soft, wicked smile came back on her face. “Since we got this far…” She picked up the remote, flicked a few switches, and the throbbing inside of Bella doubled. “Let’s enjoy it while it lasts, shall we?”
Bella squirmed as the vibrations doubled, then doubled again… or maybe it was just her mind, becoming confused and dazzled by the spectacular light show flickering at the edges of her vision as the next waves of pleasure came blasting in. The last thing she was before her third orgasm was Sara slowly peeling a Seraph mask from her face.