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"Okay girls, we only have one day left before the quota."
Rose wasn't confident about their odds. After their salvage team had to drop half their loot to escape their visit to Titan, their account had less than half the amount required for their quota. And from the rumors she'd heard about what happens to people who fall behind, she was willing to do anything necessary to make ends meet. Even if it meant gambling some of their remaining balance paying for a trip to Rend, in the slim hopes of making it big.
Grabbing her shovel and tapping it twice against the doorframe for good luck, Rose stepped out into the cold air. Clarissa and Jane followed behind her. Clarissa with a flashlight, Jane with a stun gun. Jasmine sealed the door behind them and took her seat at the computer, popping open the first of many cans of cola as she prepared to guide her coworkers through another gauntlet.
Through the roaring blizzard they followed the guiding lights that had been set up long ago to show the way to the entrance from the landing area. Many times they slipped and nearly fell in the heavy wind, but the cable offered a stable anchor point to hold onto. Eventually they made it to the entrance, and with some difficulty pulled the heavy door open against the winds beating against it. Once they were all inside and the door swung shut with a thud, the winds were muted into silence.
The flashlight found three doors in the dark room. One right ahead, one to their left and one to their right. Peering through the doorways revealed a hall leading in each direction.
"Let's get to work, find some stuff to grab as fast as we can so we can meet our quota get out of here before we run out of sunlight." Rose informed the group. "Clarissa, you check that hall to the right, but if you run into anything dangerous run back and get us right away. Jane, you're with me down the hall up ahead."
And so they went on their ways.
Clarissa was lucky enough to have a relatively short excursion. The hall went around a corner and led to a single room, a large storage room with a few trinkets of loot. "Sweet!" she said to herself as she stuffed her pockets. There was nothing of danger here, it was just a few small items and a V-type engine, and near the entrance to boot. She carried the stuff back with her and set the engine down next to the entrance. They would be able to come back for it later.
She looked between the hall her friends had gone down, and the unexplored hall to the left. She had heard what Rose said, and knew they were on a tight time pressure. This was their last and only chance to meet that quota. She would be able to save time by taking a quick look down the other hall without waiting for the others. After all, if there was any danger, she could just run and get them.
...
And what luck! Around a corner she found another storage room, full of supplies! There was too much for her to carry now, so she would have to bring the others back here or make several trips. As she turned to leave, a particular item caught her eye. On the shelf by the door, right at eye level, her eyes fixated on a peculiar mask...
She found her legs brought her to it almost in a trance, and she picked it up to look it over. It felt unnaturally smooth in her hands. It was white with a big smile on the front, and it made her smile to look at it. She held it up in front of her face to look through the eye holes. It would be comfortable against her face, wouldn't it? And it would be so funny to scare her friends with it when they get back. She pressed it snugly against her face, and somehow, it was a perfect fit. Such an odd thing to find in a place like this, it reminded her of-
Suddenly her eyes shot open as she remembered the entry in the bestiary, the company training she had been given, the warnings not to put on this exact mask. How could she have not thought of it until now?! Her hands clawed at the mask to pull it off, but it was glued to her face now. She tried to scream but the mask was melting into her lips and forcing her into a big happy smile, the twisted grin digging into her cheeks like knives. The smile was so painfully curled it felt like her lips would be ripped from her face, yet somehow they weren't. "MMMMM! MMMM MMMMMMMMNM!" she screamed and thrashed about the room as she tried desperately to remove it, even trying to painfully dig her claws into her flesh to rip it from her face, but it was no use. The grinning mask was her face, now.
"It's like this place is totally empty." Jane said disappointedly. "There's nothing here."
They had been walking for a while and though they had searched several side rooms they hadn't found a single item of value so far. At least there hadn't been any monsters either.
"We just need to keep looking." Rose replied. "A place this dangerous wouldn't have been picked clean by other scavengers yet. There has to be something valuable here. ...There has to be."
She was trying to convince herself more than Jane. This was their last shot at keeping their employment. Even if the rumors she'd heard about the company weren't true, she had nowhere else to go. None of them did. With no useful education credentials and little in the way of work history, without this job they wouldn't even be able to afford a ship home, and she wasn't about to let them become beggars or sex workers on some mining colony. This place had what they needed to keep their jobs. They just had to find it.
Then, in a small room off the side of a hall, she finally found something.
A crate of bottles, partially hidden behind some pipes but her flashlight had revealed it with a gleam against the reflective glass. Rose put down her shovel to free her hands and pick it up. The bottles were heavier than she expected, which she hoped meant they were made of some high quality glass. She would need to be careful not to break them on the way back.
"Jane, take my shovel and-"
When Rose turned back to Jane, she saw a dark figure with glowing eyes behind her. It felt to her like time stood still in that instant, staring at the creature, seeing Jane looking at her completely unaware of what was about to happen. But what happened next had truly happened in an instant, before there was time to react or even call out a warning. The creature was upon Jane and had its horrible arms locked around her throat, pressing it like a noose. Startled, she hadn't even had time to cry out in fear before she was making desperate, labored choking noises and struggling to breathe. Her shaky hands dropped her stun gun and clawed at the arms locked around her throat, pawing clumsily at the suffocating force like a desperate animal.
Rose put down the bottles and rushed for her shovel. Picking it up, she wound up to take a swing at the Bracken, only to realize that there wasn't enough room in the narrow doorway to get around Jane and hit the beast that held her. Jane's pleading, fearful eyes rolled back as her consciousness faded and she began to go limp, and the beast suddenly dragged her body away into the darkness with frightening speed and a mischievous giggle.
"NO NO NO! I... I-I have to go save her!" Rose exclaimed to herself. "We can't afford to get fined for abandoning a crew member!"
...
"...A-and we don't leave our friends behind, anyway." she added. She didn't like what this job was doing to her. They had been so pressed for money for so long that it had become the first thing she thought about whenever she or her friends were in danger. She clicked on her walkie-talkie.
"Jasmine! I need you to track Jane for me. She got grabbed by a Bracken!"
In the ship, Jasmine coughed on her soda and sat up in her seat, grabbing her walkie and switching the camera display to Jane. "O-okay! I see her! She's moving really fast but she's still alive. Make two lefts and go straight down the hallway from there.
Rose gathered herself and ran after Jane. The beast liked to toy with its prey by luring them deeper into the compound, which it was undoubtedly doing now. But they had no choice. They would have to follow it to recover Jane's unconscious body and return her to the ship.
Her feet pattered down the halls as she pursued the dragging sound of the Bracken, running blind around corners to keep up with the beast at it got further and further ahead. Eventually she came to a set of three doors and realized she wasn't sure which way to go. "Jasmine, where do I go from here?" she called into her walkie-talkie, pacing nervously.
"Left, then... straight ahead for two junctions, then right." Jasmine replied. Rose nodded and ran ahead, not realizing she had turned herself in a different direction while pacing and was now going the wrong way. Jasmine, still watching Jane on the monitor, was also unaware of this mistake.
Rose ran through the dark halls and tried to follow the instructions she had been given until she realized there was no final right turn to make. Turning around, she struggled remember the way she had come, not having paid attention to her surroundings in her urgency. She went through a door, and then...
"Mmf!" she mumbled as her face met a nearly-invisible web of spider silk. As thin as it was, the sticky membrane was nearly invisible in the dark yet it was still strong and sticky enough to cling to her face and glue her lips shut. Her eyes had closed reflexively at the sensation of something brushing her eyelashes and now they could not be opened. "M-mm!"
A chittering of legs somewhere inside the room alerted the blinded and muzzled Rose to the fact that she was not alone.
"M-MM!" she cried out, swinging her shovel blindly in a panic. She was terrified of spiders. She swung the blunt weapon every which way and stumbled around in a rush to try and get away, only leading her to bump headfirst into wall after wall and end up further in the room. She ran into another web, and this one wrapped around her torso and pinned her arms to her sides. She tried to run and tripped over another, toppling her to the floor and making her drop her shovel. "MMMMMN MNNNN NNMMM MMM!" she screamed out as the spider crawled on top of her, sinking its fangs into the side of her neck. She convulsed and struggled for a few moments more before the paralyzing venom took its hold.
Her body went limp as the spider gently dragged her deep into its den, and began to spin its cocoon around her. She had no way to outwardly express her horror whatsoever as layer after layer of silk webbing was stretched across her still body, wrapping her tighter and tighter, more and more snugly, until she was sealed inside a big round mound of silk that was vaguely proportioned like a woman. She was strung up and left hanging from the ceiling in the center of her captor's den, swaying back and forth slightly, helpless.
Jasmine looked at her monitor and gulped down the last of her soda. She didn't want to think the worst, but she had now lost contact with Rose. The monitor showed Rose immobile somewhere deep in the facility and there was no response over the radio. Frustratedly, she crushed her empty can and threw it across the room. Her finger hovered over the broadcast button on her walkie-talkie, and she sighed and pressed it.
"Clarissa, I'm not getting a response from Jane or Rose. Come back to the ship and we're going to go get them."
There was no response. Jasmine switched her camera to monitor Clarissa, and saw that she was already on her way back, and nearly there. Jasmine took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "It's okay. It'll be okay." she told herself. "I've been out of the ship once before and everything was fine. It will be just like last time. We'll get back to the company and make our quota like we always have."
She nervously opened another can of soda and took a long sip while watching the monitor and tapping her foot, even though she knew she wouldn't have time to finish it before Clarissa got back.
Outside, Clarissa trudged through the snow determinedly; a painfully wide grin glued to her face. She knew from company training that she was meant to seal herself somewhere away from her crew if this happened to her, but... she couldn't. The idea of being left behind on the planet with no means of escape while the craft flew off without her terrified her. She refused to accept she was beyond saving. She couldn't. She had to get back to the ship. Jasmine was smart and could figure out a way to get this thing off of her. Surely. She had to. There had to be a way to save herself.
"Clarissa? Is your walkie on?" Jasmine's voice asked over the radio. Clarissa clenched her sealed lips and quickened her pace. She had to get back. Before Jasmine could suspect anything was wrong. She couldn't let her run away without her. Jasmine would have to save her if she gave her no choice.
There was a knocking on the door. The special knock they had decided on which meant "all clear, open up."
"C-Clarissa? ...Is everything okay?"
The same knock, but more urgently this time. Jasmine's hand hesitated over the door button. The thought of just taking off and running away entered her mind for a split second, but she quickly brushed it aside. She wasn't going to abandon her friends, no matter how bad the odds seemed, and she wouldn't be much better off than them if the company found out she had wasted the day losing her crew and was even further from their quota than the day before. She gulped and pressed the button.
Once the door opened, Jasmine's expression went wide-eyed with fear. She backed up as Clarissa approached her, then turned and ran to the cabinet to quickly retrieve the crew's spare stun gun. "What the hell are you doing?! Help me!" Clarissa thought to herself as she rushed over and grabbed Jasmine, ripping the stun gun out of her hands. "NO! PLEASE!" Jasmine fearfully screamed at her friend and coworker, but it was too late for her to get away.
Clarissa's arms latched on to Jasmine's face and pulled her close, and suddenly Clarissa's lips shot open in a gurgling scream and a blackish-red goo emerged from her mouth, enveloping Jasmine's face. As she stepped back, Clarissa was suddenly overcome with guilt as she saw Jasmine struggle to pull the newly formed mask off of her face, her muffled screams heard from beneath. Clarissa wanted to rip the mask off of Jasmine, but she realized to her horror that her arms and legs were no longer obeying her brain. She was just a puppet all along, the mask had simply used her desperation to get itself inside the ship.
"Mmmm! Mmm mmmm!" (Jasmine! I'm sorry!) Clarissa mumbled through clenched, smiling lips as she stood in place with arms locked at her sides, a prisoner in her own body, forced to do nothing but stand and watch as her friend Jasmine was turned into a helpless puppet like herself, with the knowledge that this betrayal had been her last and final act of free will. After just a few moments of struggling it was over. The two of them stood silently, smiling at each other in horror.
"Wellness check. Please respond." the computer announced both audibly and visually through their neural implants. Of course, none of the girls were in a position to vocalize a response to the request.
"No response from crew. Emergency code activated." the computer chimed in. The two masked girls, unable to move, could only moan in unheard protest as the door shut itself and the craft flew off, uncaring of the fates of those left behind on the surface. In a dark sticky room deep in the facility, Rose screamed and thrashed in her cocoon at the realization that she was now truly doomed and abandoned to her fate. In another room further down, a Bracken groped at the soft body of its newest pet, an unconscious Jane, tightly hogtied and muzzled with rope-like vines.
Through the vastness of space the ship flew, pilotless, back to Gordion, with its cargo of two masked Renamon. No one would be able to tell the tale of what had happened to her crew. But as the craft approached the company building, its tagged status as an abandoned vessel steered it away from the usual employee landing and into a company hangar instead. The craft touched down, and the two could hear voices outside climbing aboard.
Jasmine and Clarissa's masked faces slowly turned towards the door as it shot open. Just outside the threshold stood a young Renamon girl wearing a company uniform.
"Meagan, you sure this is our new ship? This one already has a cre-" the Renamon began to ask someone unseen before turning back towards the two with a look of thought and then horror. "-Oh, FUCK-" she exclaimed as she darted backward and sent herself tumbling over the railing in shock. Before anyone could do anything, the two Renamon puppets were walked out of the ship, movements not their own, to find more prey to join them in their fate. An employee at the far end of the room ran through a door and mashed an emergency button behind breakable glass, sealing all doors and turning on the emergency alarm. For those left behind in the hangar... their free will was about to come to its end.
Thank you for reading my story. If you make any fanart of it, please let me know!
Rose wasn't confident about their odds. After their salvage team had to drop half their loot to escape their visit to Titan, their account had less than half the amount required for their quota. And from the rumors she'd heard about what happens to people who fall behind, she was willing to do anything necessary to make ends meet. Even if it meant gambling some of their remaining balance paying for a trip to Rend, in the slim hopes of making it big.
Grabbing her shovel and tapping it twice against the doorframe for good luck, Rose stepped out into the cold air. Clarissa and Jane followed behind her. Clarissa with a flashlight, Jane with a stun gun. Jasmine sealed the door behind them and took her seat at the computer, popping open the first of many cans of cola as she prepared to guide her coworkers through another gauntlet.
Through the roaring blizzard they followed the guiding lights that had been set up long ago to show the way to the entrance from the landing area. Many times they slipped and nearly fell in the heavy wind, but the cable offered a stable anchor point to hold onto. Eventually they made it to the entrance, and with some difficulty pulled the heavy door open against the winds beating against it. Once they were all inside and the door swung shut with a thud, the winds were muted into silence.
The flashlight found three doors in the dark room. One right ahead, one to their left and one to their right. Peering through the doorways revealed a hall leading in each direction.
"Let's get to work, find some stuff to grab as fast as we can so we can meet our quota get out of here before we run out of sunlight." Rose informed the group. "Clarissa, you check that hall to the right, but if you run into anything dangerous run back and get us right away. Jane, you're with me down the hall up ahead."
And so they went on their ways.
Clarissa was lucky enough to have a relatively short excursion. The hall went around a corner and led to a single room, a large storage room with a few trinkets of loot. "Sweet!" she said to herself as she stuffed her pockets. There was nothing of danger here, it was just a few small items and a V-type engine, and near the entrance to boot. She carried the stuff back with her and set the engine down next to the entrance. They would be able to come back for it later.
She looked between the hall her friends had gone down, and the unexplored hall to the left. She had heard what Rose said, and knew they were on a tight time pressure. This was their last and only chance to meet that quota. She would be able to save time by taking a quick look down the other hall without waiting for the others. After all, if there was any danger, she could just run and get them.
...
And what luck! Around a corner she found another storage room, full of supplies! There was too much for her to carry now, so she would have to bring the others back here or make several trips. As she turned to leave, a particular item caught her eye. On the shelf by the door, right at eye level, her eyes fixated on a peculiar mask...
She found her legs brought her to it almost in a trance, and she picked it up to look it over. It felt unnaturally smooth in her hands. It was white with a big smile on the front, and it made her smile to look at it. She held it up in front of her face to look through the eye holes. It would be comfortable against her face, wouldn't it? And it would be so funny to scare her friends with it when they get back. She pressed it snugly against her face, and somehow, it was a perfect fit. Such an odd thing to find in a place like this, it reminded her of-
Suddenly her eyes shot open as she remembered the entry in the bestiary, the company training she had been given, the warnings not to put on this exact mask. How could she have not thought of it until now?! Her hands clawed at the mask to pull it off, but it was glued to her face now. She tried to scream but the mask was melting into her lips and forcing her into a big happy smile, the twisted grin digging into her cheeks like knives. The smile was so painfully curled it felt like her lips would be ripped from her face, yet somehow they weren't. "MMMMM! MMMM MMMMMMMMNM!" she screamed and thrashed about the room as she tried desperately to remove it, even trying to painfully dig her claws into her flesh to rip it from her face, but it was no use. The grinning mask was her face, now.
"It's like this place is totally empty." Jane said disappointedly. "There's nothing here."
They had been walking for a while and though they had searched several side rooms they hadn't found a single item of value so far. At least there hadn't been any monsters either.
"We just need to keep looking." Rose replied. "A place this dangerous wouldn't have been picked clean by other scavengers yet. There has to be something valuable here. ...There has to be."
She was trying to convince herself more than Jane. This was their last shot at keeping their employment. Even if the rumors she'd heard about the company weren't true, she had nowhere else to go. None of them did. With no useful education credentials and little in the way of work history, without this job they wouldn't even be able to afford a ship home, and she wasn't about to let them become beggars or sex workers on some mining colony. This place had what they needed to keep their jobs. They just had to find it.
Then, in a small room off the side of a hall, she finally found something.
A crate of bottles, partially hidden behind some pipes but her flashlight had revealed it with a gleam against the reflective glass. Rose put down her shovel to free her hands and pick it up. The bottles were heavier than she expected, which she hoped meant they were made of some high quality glass. She would need to be careful not to break them on the way back.
"Jane, take my shovel and-"
When Rose turned back to Jane, she saw a dark figure with glowing eyes behind her. It felt to her like time stood still in that instant, staring at the creature, seeing Jane looking at her completely unaware of what was about to happen. But what happened next had truly happened in an instant, before there was time to react or even call out a warning. The creature was upon Jane and had its horrible arms locked around her throat, pressing it like a noose. Startled, she hadn't even had time to cry out in fear before she was making desperate, labored choking noises and struggling to breathe. Her shaky hands dropped her stun gun and clawed at the arms locked around her throat, pawing clumsily at the suffocating force like a desperate animal.
Rose put down the bottles and rushed for her shovel. Picking it up, she wound up to take a swing at the Bracken, only to realize that there wasn't enough room in the narrow doorway to get around Jane and hit the beast that held her. Jane's pleading, fearful eyes rolled back as her consciousness faded and she began to go limp, and the beast suddenly dragged her body away into the darkness with frightening speed and a mischievous giggle.
"NO NO NO! I... I-I have to go save her!" Rose exclaimed to herself. "We can't afford to get fined for abandoning a crew member!"
...
"...A-and we don't leave our friends behind, anyway." she added. She didn't like what this job was doing to her. They had been so pressed for money for so long that it had become the first thing she thought about whenever she or her friends were in danger. She clicked on her walkie-talkie.
"Jasmine! I need you to track Jane for me. She got grabbed by a Bracken!"
In the ship, Jasmine coughed on her soda and sat up in her seat, grabbing her walkie and switching the camera display to Jane. "O-okay! I see her! She's moving really fast but she's still alive. Make two lefts and go straight down the hallway from there.
Rose gathered herself and ran after Jane. The beast liked to toy with its prey by luring them deeper into the compound, which it was undoubtedly doing now. But they had no choice. They would have to follow it to recover Jane's unconscious body and return her to the ship.
Her feet pattered down the halls as she pursued the dragging sound of the Bracken, running blind around corners to keep up with the beast at it got further and further ahead. Eventually she came to a set of three doors and realized she wasn't sure which way to go. "Jasmine, where do I go from here?" she called into her walkie-talkie, pacing nervously.
"Left, then... straight ahead for two junctions, then right." Jasmine replied. Rose nodded and ran ahead, not realizing she had turned herself in a different direction while pacing and was now going the wrong way. Jasmine, still watching Jane on the monitor, was also unaware of this mistake.
Rose ran through the dark halls and tried to follow the instructions she had been given until she realized there was no final right turn to make. Turning around, she struggled remember the way she had come, not having paid attention to her surroundings in her urgency. She went through a door, and then...
"Mmf!" she mumbled as her face met a nearly-invisible web of spider silk. As thin as it was, the sticky membrane was nearly invisible in the dark yet it was still strong and sticky enough to cling to her face and glue her lips shut. Her eyes had closed reflexively at the sensation of something brushing her eyelashes and now they could not be opened. "M-mm!"
A chittering of legs somewhere inside the room alerted the blinded and muzzled Rose to the fact that she was not alone.
"M-MM!" she cried out, swinging her shovel blindly in a panic. She was terrified of spiders. She swung the blunt weapon every which way and stumbled around in a rush to try and get away, only leading her to bump headfirst into wall after wall and end up further in the room. She ran into another web, and this one wrapped around her torso and pinned her arms to her sides. She tried to run and tripped over another, toppling her to the floor and making her drop her shovel. "MMMMMN MNNNN NNMMM MMM!" she screamed out as the spider crawled on top of her, sinking its fangs into the side of her neck. She convulsed and struggled for a few moments more before the paralyzing venom took its hold.
Her body went limp as the spider gently dragged her deep into its den, and began to spin its cocoon around her. She had no way to outwardly express her horror whatsoever as layer after layer of silk webbing was stretched across her still body, wrapping her tighter and tighter, more and more snugly, until she was sealed inside a big round mound of silk that was vaguely proportioned like a woman. She was strung up and left hanging from the ceiling in the center of her captor's den, swaying back and forth slightly, helpless.
Jasmine looked at her monitor and gulped down the last of her soda. She didn't want to think the worst, but she had now lost contact with Rose. The monitor showed Rose immobile somewhere deep in the facility and there was no response over the radio. Frustratedly, she crushed her empty can and threw it across the room. Her finger hovered over the broadcast button on her walkie-talkie, and she sighed and pressed it.
"Clarissa, I'm not getting a response from Jane or Rose. Come back to the ship and we're going to go get them."
There was no response. Jasmine switched her camera to monitor Clarissa, and saw that she was already on her way back, and nearly there. Jasmine took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "It's okay. It'll be okay." she told herself. "I've been out of the ship once before and everything was fine. It will be just like last time. We'll get back to the company and make our quota like we always have."
She nervously opened another can of soda and took a long sip while watching the monitor and tapping her foot, even though she knew she wouldn't have time to finish it before Clarissa got back.
Outside, Clarissa trudged through the snow determinedly; a painfully wide grin glued to her face. She knew from company training that she was meant to seal herself somewhere away from her crew if this happened to her, but... she couldn't. The idea of being left behind on the planet with no means of escape while the craft flew off without her terrified her. She refused to accept she was beyond saving. She couldn't. She had to get back to the ship. Jasmine was smart and could figure out a way to get this thing off of her. Surely. She had to. There had to be a way to save herself.
"Clarissa? Is your walkie on?" Jasmine's voice asked over the radio. Clarissa clenched her sealed lips and quickened her pace. She had to get back. Before Jasmine could suspect anything was wrong. She couldn't let her run away without her. Jasmine would have to save her if she gave her no choice.
There was a knocking on the door. The special knock they had decided on which meant "all clear, open up."
"C-Clarissa? ...Is everything okay?"
The same knock, but more urgently this time. Jasmine's hand hesitated over the door button. The thought of just taking off and running away entered her mind for a split second, but she quickly brushed it aside. She wasn't going to abandon her friends, no matter how bad the odds seemed, and she wouldn't be much better off than them if the company found out she had wasted the day losing her crew and was even further from their quota than the day before. She gulped and pressed the button.
Once the door opened, Jasmine's expression went wide-eyed with fear. She backed up as Clarissa approached her, then turned and ran to the cabinet to quickly retrieve the crew's spare stun gun. "What the hell are you doing?! Help me!" Clarissa thought to herself as she rushed over and grabbed Jasmine, ripping the stun gun out of her hands. "NO! PLEASE!" Jasmine fearfully screamed at her friend and coworker, but it was too late for her to get away.
Clarissa's arms latched on to Jasmine's face and pulled her close, and suddenly Clarissa's lips shot open in a gurgling scream and a blackish-red goo emerged from her mouth, enveloping Jasmine's face. As she stepped back, Clarissa was suddenly overcome with guilt as she saw Jasmine struggle to pull the newly formed mask off of her face, her muffled screams heard from beneath. Clarissa wanted to rip the mask off of Jasmine, but she realized to her horror that her arms and legs were no longer obeying her brain. She was just a puppet all along, the mask had simply used her desperation to get itself inside the ship.
"Mmmm! Mmm mmmm!" (Jasmine! I'm sorry!) Clarissa mumbled through clenched, smiling lips as she stood in place with arms locked at her sides, a prisoner in her own body, forced to do nothing but stand and watch as her friend Jasmine was turned into a helpless puppet like herself, with the knowledge that this betrayal had been her last and final act of free will. After just a few moments of struggling it was over. The two of them stood silently, smiling at each other in horror.
"Wellness check. Please respond." the computer announced both audibly and visually through their neural implants. Of course, none of the girls were in a position to vocalize a response to the request.
"No response from crew. Emergency code activated." the computer chimed in. The two masked girls, unable to move, could only moan in unheard protest as the door shut itself and the craft flew off, uncaring of the fates of those left behind on the surface. In a dark sticky room deep in the facility, Rose screamed and thrashed in her cocoon at the realization that she was now truly doomed and abandoned to her fate. In another room further down, a Bracken groped at the soft body of its newest pet, an unconscious Jane, tightly hogtied and muzzled with rope-like vines.
Through the vastness of space the ship flew, pilotless, back to Gordion, with its cargo of two masked Renamon. No one would be able to tell the tale of what had happened to her crew. But as the craft approached the company building, its tagged status as an abandoned vessel steered it away from the usual employee landing and into a company hangar instead. The craft touched down, and the two could hear voices outside climbing aboard.
Jasmine and Clarissa's masked faces slowly turned towards the door as it shot open. Just outside the threshold stood a young Renamon girl wearing a company uniform.
"Meagan, you sure this is our new ship? This one already has a cre-" the Renamon began to ask someone unseen before turning back towards the two with a look of thought and then horror. "-Oh, FUCK-" she exclaimed as she darted backward and sent herself tumbling over the railing in shock. Before anyone could do anything, the two Renamon puppets were walked out of the ship, movements not their own, to find more prey to join them in their fate. An employee at the far end of the room ran through a door and mashed an emergency button behind breakable glass, sealing all doors and turning on the emergency alarm. For those left behind in the hangar... their free will was about to come to its end.
Thank you for reading my story. If you make any fanart of it, please let me know!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Digimon
Gender Female
Size 800 x 1600px
File Size 1.79 MB
I would really like to see photos of the crew's fate at the hands of the monsters following the story of this photo 😜
Would love to join Jane, sounds like she has lots of fun times ahead ;3
I do like getting my cheeks stretched like how the mask does it to her but I feel that I would get annoyed pretty quickly if it was permanent. Oh I mean "oh no, it's stuck permanently glued to her face. Poor thing"
What I love are those controlling masks. There any background on what those are?
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