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The painting felt like it weighed a ton in your grip, the wooden frame uncomfortably digging into your gloved fingers. You trudged up the hill, wearily dragging your boots through the freezing wet snow. This better be worth it.
It was about a quarter past 2:00 p.m. on 85-Rend, your second day this week.
You blinked against the unforgiving blizzard and the blaring lights overhead. You were only a couple of weeks into the job and found it relatively easy — up until now. Why’d it have to be snow? You were fine with the heat of the deserts and even the miserable humidity of the forests, but the bleak weather of this moon left you with a deep ache in your bones. And your crew paid to come here? Shivering, teeth chattering uncontrollably under your poorly-insulated helmet, you cursed the cheap thin suit that provided no solace.
Not to mention the strange new interior. The creepy, decrepit winding hallways of the facility still threw you for a loop. To come across a huge, equally confusing mansion… You weren’t going to think about it anymore.
Though the screeching wind covered up most noise outside, you could’ve sworn you heard the unmistakable crunch of footsteps behind you.
Carefully, but swiftly, you turned to face the source of the sound. Previous incidents with dogs had left you terrified but alert. Relief washed over you as you recognized the silhouette of your coworker approaching instead of a horrible beast. You acknowledged them with a quick wave before turning and continuing your trek to the ship.
After what felt like a lifetime of eternal winter, you finally arrived back at the base. Though it wasn’t much warmer than outside, it was at least shelter from the wind, and you eagerly hopped inside.
You ungracefully let the painting drop to the floor before heading over to the monitor, hoping the heat from the computer could reduce the burning numbness in your hands.
To your dismay, you noticed the Leader’s pip completely still, with a red dot lingering nearby. You hadn’t heard from him in a while. The odds were not looking great and you prayed you were wrong; but as you lifted the glass and hit the teleporter button, you already knew the answer.
The machine whirred to life and you reluctantly turned to face it, painfully aware that you were not going to like the sight of whatever came back.
However, to your surprise, the Leader appeared upright and alive, albeit facing the opposite direction.
“Oh, good!” you exclaimed, stepping forward to approach him. “I for sure thought you died—”
He suddenly whipped around to meet your gaze, which was alarming enough, but even more so was the sight of a Comedy mask instead of the visor you were expecting. You had come across a few as scrap before, and even felt an odd temptation to put them on, but no one in your crew actually had. Until now.
“Jeez, dude, you scared me!” you scoffed, but let a chuckle slip as well. The Leader continued to stand and stare at you in silence. You frowned. This was not a very amusing prank. There was no time for this. Before you could tell him off, the clattering of a ladder and incoming footsteps stopped you in your tracks.
Appearing in the entryway was another colleague, also clad in a theater mask. This must have been the one outside with you. But now, even under the fluorescent ship lighting, you couldn’t recognize them or discern what their badge said.
The two of them stood and stared at you.
You cleared your throat uneasily. “Hello? Guys, this is not funny.”
Still, they continued to glare. Wordlessly, the Leader outstretched his arms. Before you could even register the movement, he strode over and grabbed you by the shoulders. He was deceptively strong, and you yelped as he pushed you forward with ease. In one swift move, you were thrown to the unforgiving ground of the ship, skull bouncing against the hard material of your helmet. Dazed, you were in the middle of futilely trying to catch your breath when your arms being yanked above your head knocked the wind out of you further.
You screwed up your eyes and tried to take a look around, eventually realizing the unidentified coworker had snuck up to restrain you while the Leader knelt in front of you. He squeezed in between your knees, hand reaching out for the belt portion of your suit.
“Wha– What are you doing?” you spluttered, panic rising in your throat. It was becoming abundantly more clear that these were not really your crewmates. Still, the sight of the Leader—or his body at least—fumbling to remove your pants was bringing a shameful flush to your cheeks.
He soon decided that wasn’t working, and your eyes widened as he grabbed a large fistful of fabric and simply ripped it away.
You trembled as the cool air washed over you; now the only thing separating your most sensitive bits from the elements was a flimsy pair of boxer briefs. Still, you were uncomfortably aware of the pulsing heat between your legs. A gloved hand gripped your bare inner thigh. You gasped and squirmed in place as a thumb traced over your bulge.
“What are you doing?!” you repeated with a huff, though you didn’t really expect an answer at this point. Fingers prodded at your entrance and rubbed your growing erection. You whined as digits teased at your hole again, feeling the wetness start to soak through your underwear.
Just as easily as the section of your pants was destroyed, the Leader quickly tore off your boxers and discarded them.
Now, immobilized with your genitals completely exposed and a beast masqueraded as your coworker in front of you, all you could do was watch.
And maybe spread your legs a little bit.
The Leader—or Masked, as you should probably say, was eyeing you hungrily. Despite the static expression of the mask, you could tell purely just by the energy it was giving off.
One hand wrapped around your waist. The other cupped between your legs, palm slowly rubbing against sensitive nerves. You were still trying to catch your breath. You clenched your teeth as he slid your length between his fingers. The gentle tugging of skin sent tingles right up to your core. Though the ship was still cold, the stinging heat that pooled in your abdomen and across your face made it a non-issue.
Digits traveled downwards and nudged at your front hole. Two slipped in easily, and you whimpered at the sudden sensation. You swore you saw the mask vibrate a bit as fingers curled and stroked your insides.
“Mm— ah, please—” …Please what? You weren’t even certain what you were begging for; it was merely a desperate vocalization in an attempt to curb the overwhelming feelings crowding your mind. Be as it may, all you could really focus on were the back-and-forth motions hitting your sweet spot. To make matters worse, the hand on your waist had relocated to give some attention to your erection.
“Fuck,” you groaned. The other Masked still had a tight grip on your arms despite you virtually going limp. However, you could feel your lower body start to tense. One hand palmed your cock while fingers pumped in and out of you. “Ngh— ple-please, please..”
Whatever your wish was, it was about to be granted. Warmth flashed throughout your body, and you jerked your hips and cried as an explosion of pleasure and relief followed.
Legs quivering and chest heaving, you caught a glimpse of the Masked fumbling (once again) with his belt. When he came back into view, your panting quickly came to a halt at the sight in front of you. He had ripped open his bottoms in a similar manner, of course. Your eyes scanned the long drooping curve of his cock, a couple veins pulsing along the smooth, thick shaft. The tip was just barely peeking out from the foreskin, slick and shiny with precum. He wasn’t even fully hard yet. If this really was the body of your coworker, the one you just so happened to fantasize about… You had to remind yourself to breathe.
He settled between your legs again. He gripped his length at the base and clumsily stroked himself, rubbing the glans against yours. You shuddered, still a bit sensitive, but let your legs open further. You waited with your lips cinched between your teeth as he lined himself up with your dripping wet hole.
Your stomach dropped as the Masked pushed inside; you felt the pleasant but overwhelming stretch as every last inch sank in. Hips flush against yours, the comedy mask hovering over you right in front of your face, the unmistakable feeling of a cock filling you up—there was no denying it now. You were being fucked by what was essentially an alien parasite that had seized your colleague’s body. And you liked it.
A twinge of guilt pricked at you. Knowing all the deadly entities that lurked on these planets, this thing likely killed your coworker in the process. You should be mortified, but you felt uncharacteristically calm and.. safe? The gloved hands on your waist gave you an odd sense of security. The illusion of human touch, you supposed. Eyes half-lidded, you continued gazing at the Masked as he thrusted. Your whimpers and the lewd slapping echoed off the walls of the ship. If you listened closely, you could hear a faint laugh emanating from the mask.
You were loosely aware of the pressure on your arms vanishing. It reappeared on just one wrist, lifting it and placing your hand on something rigid and warm. You had a pretty good feeling you knew what it was. You gingerly closed your fingers around it and got to work.
One of the lead Masked’s hands moved to pin down your other bicep. The other slid under your butt and lifted you as he repositioned himself at an angle to drill you even deeper. The head of his cock was ramming such particularly sensitive spots.
“Oh God—” Your voice caught in your throat and you needily sucked in a breath. An immense pressure was building in your pelvis, exemplified by each thrust.
If you had a free hand you would be touching yourself. But alas, all you could do was eagerly wiggle your hips. The Masked seemed to get the message and promptly moved a hand to give you attention.
Sparks were flying. You were openly moaning now, shame thrown to the wind as you desperately bucked against the other.
“Oh my God—mm, fuck, ple—ah—please, please—oh—yes, yes yes yes yes—”
You choked out a sob as another orgasm ripped through you. There was an odd but wonderful sensation of liquid gushing out of you. You wailed as your insides continued to be pounded, the friction inducing even more juices to spill out.
You popped open your eyes, not remembering shutting them. You had sprayed a good portion of the Masked’s suit.
It seemed to rile him up even more.
He thrusted into you fervently, and now you were quite sure the mask was indeed shaking. Or it could’ve been from your whole body being shook. Either way..
Still riding out the aftershocks, you whined at nearly each plunge of his thick cock. Your nerves were on fire, practically overloaded with all the signals they were receiving. You had no idea when this would stop — if it even would, but despite your overstimulation… you almost didn’t want it to.
The sudden crackle of electricity startled you, and it took you a moment to recognize it as your walkie-talkie. It was still strapped to your side.
At first, it was just static. There was a low distorted sound, a click, and then your teammate’s voice just barely came to life over the radio.
“He—o? Hello? Can anyone —ear me? I think this was the Leader’s walkie, I ju——ound it.”
Though the Masked still had a firm grip on your arm, you were able to flick the button for just a second. You weren’t one for words at the moment, but you could at least let them know you’re alive.
“Hello?” they repeated. “Who is that? I need help please.. I haven’t seen the Intern and I lost the Boss a while ago…… I think the Leader is dead. I hear something nearby. Please respond.”
This had to be the Part-Timer. You strained to press the button and barely managed a “H—ah—Hello?”
They must’ve recognized your voice, because what came next was a frenzied plea: “INTERN— TELEPORT!!!”
You could hear the quick stomp of boots and their panicked breathing. “There’s a fucking Coil-Head and Jester chasing me and I don’t know the way out— TELEPORT!!!”
“Ah—” you mewled, “I— can’t— the Leader won’t— let go of me—”
Nothing you could do about it, really. You turned your walkie off.
You turned your focus back to the Masked, who was still mercilessly pounding you. As the mask shook more, his movements became a bit sloppy and desperate.
Once again, you were surprised by words.
“Good boy,” the Masked cooed, in a strangled version of your coworker’s usual tone. Oh God, now it was using his voice too—
“Take it,” he hissed, words garbled, as his hips rutted against yours. The obscene wet noises made you blush. You cried out as he stroked you, still sensitive from the last orgasm.
“Ah, please—” It felt good, but a little too much at the moment. You attempted to close your legs a bit, but the Masked easily wretched them open. He grabbed onto your thighs, pushing them forward and nearly folding you in half. At this angle, you could watch every inch of his length disappear inside of you. Now closer to you, you could even hear his shaky breaths. An uncomfortable reminder that your former colleague’s lungs were now being utilized by something else.
“You’re so good,” he purred, puppeteered fingers digging into your soft flesh. “So nice inside you, hah..”
Your stomach churned at the moans coming out in the Leader’s voice. Yet, you were also aware of the arousal bubbling in your gut from the praise. One of these feelings was much easier to listen to.
“Mmmm– Fuuck, yes,” you drawled, words dripping with pure sexual need, “I’m your good boy..”
The mask was vibrating with such force that you were surprised it stayed attached. The thrusts became beyond frantic, railing you with an irregular rhythm, mind now set on his own release. The groans seemed to warp into laughter as he got closer.
Finally, he slammed into you one last time, doubling over and wrapping his arms around your midsection. You squeaked as he squeezed you tight, feverishly grinding and emptying his load into you. You could feel the throbbing and twitching inside, as well as the searing warmth from the ejaculation.
Both of you laid there for a moment recuperating until the Masked nuzzled you and began to get up. As his cock slipped out, you felt abnormally empty. Except for the cum leaking out of you.
You yelped as you were abruptly grabbed and flipped over, coming face-to-face with the other Masked. (..Face-to-mask? You had a mask too. Mask-to-mask?) Right, you had almost forgotten they were here – until you were suddenly full again. Sinking onto his length, you realized you had just been warming him up. He began to bounce you on his lap, hands finding purchase on the curve of your ass.
Those weren’t the only fingers on your rear. A digit traced down your spine and between your cheeks, stopping to circle your other hole.
A gasp escaped you, and you swiveled your head around in an attempt to confirm what was happening. The lead Masked was behind you, and you narrowly spotted a bottle of something in his other hand. You barely had time to register what it was before the one below you placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you down, leaving your rump further exposed.
You squirmed at the sensation of cold goop directly touching your asshole. At least he was using lube… wherever he got that from.
His index finger delicately massaged the external ring of muscles, pressing against the hole slightly. You tried not to tense as it pushed inside, but that would be quite a natural reaction to the situation. The feeling was strange but.. enjoyable. Mostly because the pleasure from the other Masked fucking you was distracting you from the light burn of stretching. The feeling of the digit curling and pressing against your walls incited a soft squeak from you.
A second finger was eagerly added; he was bordering on impatient here. You winced, definitely feeling the initial discomfort from this one.
However, the motions igniting your nerves soon reduced you to a trembling mess.
“Ngh.. ah– ohh, fuck–” You were practically drooling at this point, all your senses flooded with things that were about to make you lose control. You clutched onto the Masked below you, searching for some semblance of support. He smelled.. surprisingly good. Sweet. A bit intoxicating even. You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself as the two continued to ravish your holes. The repetitive schlick and plap were making you a little woozy. A familiar pressure was building in you, tingling all the way up to your abdomen. It was rising fast.
“Guys,” you choked, “I’m gonna–”
Your words died in your throat as another orgasm seized you, shocks surging throughout your body, all the way to your fingertips. An involuntary shriek broke out of you as you squirted, absolutely soaking the Masked below you. You sniveled as he continued to fuck you, the glorious overstimulation making your mind go blank.
A hand on your hip and something larger and hot prodding at your anus brought you back to reality. You craned your neck, and your heart fluttered at the sight of the lead Masked positioned behind you. Despite the scene clearly laid out in front of you, you were having a bit of trouble coming to terms with it in your head.
Your mind was racing, yet your thoughts were simple. Oh gosh, he’s not really gonna…
You jerked at the intrusion, but an arm around your midsection held you firmly in place. You squealed as the head popped in, your sphincter stretching to accommodate it. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
“Too big,” you whimpered, drawing in a shaky breath. “You’re not gonna fit.”
The Masked spoke in a low rumble, hand securely grasping your flesh. “Yes I am.”
You cried out as he slowly pushed forward, once again embracing the Masked below you for some comfort. He was still for now as the other made his way in, fingers massaging soothing circles on your back.
The tension in your jaw was killer. You whined uncomfortably, feeling so full that you feared you were about to burst. “I— I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” the lead one rasped, leaning over to whisper near your ear. “You’re doing it. You’re doing so good. Be a good boy for me and take it.”
Buried to the hilt, he grinded against you, goading another whimper. His helmet softly clanked against yours.
“Such a good boy,” he growled, pulling out slightly before snapping his hips forward. You gasped, but a moan was soon coaxed out of you as they both started to move. “Good job. You’ve earned this.”
You sniffled and hiccupped, the magnitude of sensations forcing your emotions to spill out. You were so, so full. The ache of stretching was no longer painful, but you were hyper-aware of it nonetheless. Both cocks pressing up against all of your delicate nerves had you writhing in ecstasy.
A snarl cut through the air, and with dread, you realized it wasn’t from either of the Masked.
With tremendous effort, you held your breath, and tilted your head to view the door. Your worst fears were confirmed.
In the not-so-far distance, an Eyeless Dog was wandering towards the ship.
The two Masked, none the wiser, continued to drive deep into you.
Your hand instinctively flew to your mouth, but it was a fruitless effort due to the helmet. You ground your teeth together, trying to focus on something other than the two cocks inside you. It was the ultimate struggle to keep your noises in, but it was a real matter of life and death. You could only silently watch in terror as the beast drew closer.
These two were unrelenting. They were not going to stop or shut up. You were going to die.
You gulped down the panic rising in your chest as the dog approached. The fervent sliding of cocks inside you threatened to make you shout. Maybe you should, just to get it over with. The sound of the animal clambering over the ladder caused you to squeeze your eyes shut. You didn’t even want to watch. The growling and stomping made you impulsively look anyway.
There it was, the humongous raging beast, crossing over the threshold into your ship. This was it.
You closed your eyes again. No no no no no no. This can’t be how it ends.
There was a sudden CRACK and a cry, and you were fully convinced you had died. The dog snapped your spinal cord, and when you opened your eyes you would be at the pearly gates. At least there was no pain.
You had an awful lot of feeling for someone who was dead. You reluctantly opened one eye, confused yet relieved to still see the interior of the ship. Without a dog, as it should be. You focused your vision outside and just barely caught a glimpse of it running away. What the hell happened? Did something scare it?
Your gaze trailed down to the entry area, where the glass in the frame of the painting you had brought back was now in shatters.
Looks like it was worth it after all.
You were still concerned about the dog coming back, but now that it wasn’t actually there, you were once again consumed with fervor. The breath you were holding broke loose, and soon turned into pliant moans and sobs.
They were both going at you erratically now, hot skin slapping against yours. The two cocks rubbed inside you in such a hypnotic way as they stretched you out. It was like you could feel every inch and curve of them, right down to the pulsing of their veins. The pressure had you aching. The Masked below you rolled his hips frantically, and you panted as he brutalized your most sensitive zones. Wetness dripped down your shaking thighs. Your mind was elevated with bliss.
The thrusts were becoming more rough and ragged, fingers gripping your tender waist. He grasped you so hard that it hurt when he pulled you impossibly close, grunting as he released inside you. The only noise he had made during this whole ordeal.
He promptly withdrew and scooted away, leaving you on all fours with the Leader on top of you. He continued to slam into you, and you cried with relief when his hand snaked between your thighs. Judging by his unsteady movements, he was getting close as well. You weren’t too far behind.
His rhythm faltered and became more desperate. Your arms wobbled, but a hand placed securely across your chest kept you supported. You could feel trails of sticky cum running down your thighs, more spilling out of you with each thrust. The feeling of him splitting you open was mesmerizing.
With a gasp, the Masked clutched onto you as he rutted against your ass. Your breath hitched as his hips gyrated, letting go deep inside. The intense throbs made you shudder as well; you keened as you neared your climax.
Heat swelled in you from his ministrations. Your quick breaths were hot and ragged inside your helmet. Sweat beaded on your forehead and trickled down your face.
At long last, ecstasy washed over you as your muscles contracted. The tension releasing was beyond heavenly. You stayed there convulsing for a moment until you plateaued, and then you were too well aware of all the sensory inputs your brain was receiving. The Masked slowly pulled out and stepped away, giving you the freedom to finally collapse to the ground. There were plenty of words to describe how you were feeling. Defiled. Satisfied. Exhausted, for sure.
The once unpleasantly frigid floor of the ship was now soothing to your overworked body. You were so, so sore. You were nearly laying in a puddle of fluids. Though you barely even had the energy to breathe, the moisture was becoming uncomfortable. You wearily rolled over, wincing at the ache of your swollen core. Eyelids fluttering, you were about ready to fall asleep before the clanging of metal got your attention.
A familiarly shaped silhouette appeared outside the doorway. As it stepped into the light, the glint of the dramatic mask was almost blinding. The badge was clear as day: Boss.
The three Masked stared at you.
You sighed.
“Again?”