A new World, Chapter 2;
Captains log 3092, I don’t know how long I had blacked out, but by the time I gained control of myself again most of my crew had been converted, and shared the same fate as me. Getting to my feet, I searched until I found my leotard, and found that I was still so horny that I could barely put it back on. Once I had it on, I let my hand wander and headed to the bridge of the ship. On the bridge my hand still working feverishly in my sex I looked for my crew. No one remained there, everyone was elsewhere on the ship and the thought of what they were doing drove me nuts. Unable to control myself anymore I pulled the leotard back off, and let my other hand wander over my new soft and silky skin. Within seconds I was in a new sexual stupor. Unable to stop myself again I fell to the floor trying to drive my hand futher and further inside myself. Then the door to the bridge opened and an unconverted crew member came in. Still in a sexual frenzy I stood up and threw myself at her. Screaming she fell backwards with me on top, rubbing her body and finding my way to her sex she stopped screaming, and started moaning in sexual desire and need. And within seconds the hose that controlled me had spread onto her skin, encasing her body as well.
By now the entire crew had been converted by the hose, and no one was immuned to its power. With great effort I struggled to control myself, but my hands would betray me and find their way to my sex which would feed a new need for sexual release. I managed to get to the intercom and paged the ship that we were still docked with, begging for help to control our master. Finally part of their crew arrived with the collars and started to place them on to my crew and myself. After a little while I started feeling some control return, so I dressed back in my leotard and prepared to join the captian from the other ship for a discussion about our situation.
Sitting back down in the same chair as I was in earlier I kicked off my heels and rubbed my hosed feet together. Still there was the need, but the other captian was right the collar helped to control the need. Joining me in the room the other captian sat in the chair next to me. She smiled, and said “So I see you now have experienced to true power of our master. It is harder to control than you thought isn’t it?” Knodding I agreed, and the captian asked if I had any more questions for her. “How long have you been like this? Do you ever loose control? Where did this come from? Have you tried everything to get it off? And why? Why did my crew have to be converted as yours had?” Starting at the beginning the captian answered my questions one by one. “I have belonged to the hose for a better part of 20 years, and with the collar it is easier to remain in control, but we all still loose control from time to time. Yes we have been trying for the entire 20 years to find a way to remove it, but the problem is the hose is intellegent as well. Somehow it has bonded with the nervous system, and when it feels threatened it inflicts pain on the host so extreme that it can stop vitals causing death. Once it’s host dies it returns to it’s original state attaching itself to even a different infected host until it can find a suitable new one. As for your crew, we had no choice. You see the addiction, and attachment is so strong even the slightest bit of resistance on our part causes discomfort so severe and strong that we have got to obey. So whenever we come across new life it is our duty to spread its glory, or pay a horrible price for resisting.
Listening to the other captian I was finding it hard to concentrate, my eyes kept being drawn to her legs, and my hand stayed busy in my sex. Finally finished with her speech, the captian smiled as she looked me over. Looks to me like someone needs a release. Trying to regain control I found it too difficult, and my other hand started rubbing my chest again. Standing up but still smiling the other captian started to remove her leotard. Unable to stop myself I did the same, and before I knew it we were both laying on the table in complete sexual extacy. Hour after hour passed, and I couldn’t get enough, and by the way she was acting the other captian was in the same situation. After what seemed like an eternity finally we separated, each of us with a hand in our sex we lay there. Finally I broke the silence, “How do you function like this?” The other captian looked at me and responded with “It isn’t easy, in the 20 years I have belonged to the hose we have not left the orbit of the planet. Yes, the planet we found our master at is right below us, and we have crews that come and go from the surface that gathering more of our master, and other crews that grow food, hunt, etc.” She must have seen the look of shock on my face because she continued “We remain on out ship to study, and break down the basic structure of our master. However it’s cellular structure is unlike anything we have ever seen. It is immuned to all viruses and disease, as well as its chemical compound is unlike anything we have ever seen as well. Meaning human kind has never encountered anything like this before, so therefore we have no way to fight it. It is a form of parasite that lives off us, and we have no way to remove it.” Getting dressed I was overwhelmed, on one hand I didn’t care I loved the way it made me feel, and couldn’t get enough. But on the other hand I was a slave to no one.
I returned to my ship, to find that most things had returned to normal, with the expection of the hose, and a few stray crew members going at it in plain view in front of everyone. Seeing this sight made my own sex tingle, and made me long to join in. Reaching the bridge I made an annoucement for the crew to assemble in the hall for a meeting, so we could determine what our next move would be. Once everyone arrived and the meeting got underway, I couldn’t help noticing how figity everyone was, and how many of the crew still had a hand stuck in their sex, or were stroking their member as I spoke. Finishing my speech I took a vote, and it was a decided we would stay here at this planet, and call it home.
Captians log 3093 we sent out our first landing party with me leading the group. Landing on the surface we were greeted by the ground crew of the other ship and shown around. One of the first stops was at the field of pods, where our master lay, and the crew encouraged us to take a dip in one of the pools that lay within it. stripping off our leotards we entered the pool and found it to be a very stimulating experience. Within minutes of entering everyone was preforming some form of sexual act with another, and any thoughts of leaving were drained from our minds. After a vigorous workout we left the pool to continue the tour of our new home, and found a place to set up our base camp. From here we started building our new settlement and days seemed to turn to weeks, which turned to monthes, which turned to years.
Captians logs 3094, I have no idea how long we have been here, nor do I have any idea of anything that has been going on with our ship. A short time after landing on this planet our collars shorted out, and everything became a blur. Like I said I have no idea how much time has passed, or where the other crew went. All I know is that I have struggled for so long to get some form of control over master, and be able to figure things out. Even now master is tempting me to put my hand to my sex, and watching the rest of my crew in their sexual orgy of sorts is borderline pushing me over the edge. I have to hold it together long enough to find someone from the other ship so I can get my collar repaired. I must hold it together, I must hold it together, I must join with the others.........
Captians something, I don’t even know what number anymore. I don’t even know what day it is, or why I am even recording this. I am no longer in control, even now as I am trying to do this I have my hand in my sex. I have no idea where my leotard is, and I don’t even care. I don’t even remember when it was that I ate last. I am going to attempt to fly the shuttle back to the ship. I have tried to get some of the others to go with me, but everytime I go near them it turns into a sexual experience that goes on and on until I lose sense of reality and time. So I have decided to return to the ship alone and hopefully it is still there, and I can get help before I completely lose it to master.
I made it back, our ship is still there, but the other crew and ship are gone. Upon arriving I found someone on board that was not serving master, so I eagerly shared and showed him where he belonged before we both got up and looked for others. Feverishly I raced through the halls of the ship looking for others to convert, but there was no one to be found. Rushing into the medical quarters with my new convert we heard the door hiss shut behind us, and lock. Freaking out I rushed the door but it would not open. Completely out of control I started using my own hand in my sex and rushing at my convert to help with my need. Suddenly a hissing noise and a green gas started flooding the chamber. Bouncing off the walls, screaming, and throwing myself at the door, I could feel master quivering and that scared the hell out of me. I must protect the hose, I must protect the hose, I must...
Captians log 3096, I have been separated from master for a week. It has been the longest week of my life, and I still wish to serve the hose with all my heart. I have been quarentined to my quarters until the mental bond breaks, but if I can find a way out I will find master and let it consume me again. I have searched my quarters but have not found a way out, I have tried pleading with the other crew members but they ignore my pleas. I even tried lying to them but somehow they knew. The hose has been calling to me, I know that it is on the ship somewhere, and I am hoping that I can find it.
I was going to make a break for it when the door was opened, but somehow they must have known because no one has opened the door. My food has been slid through a small slot in the door, leaving no way for me to escape. However I have just busted the antenia off a small radio I brought with me when we left earth. Sliding it through the small slot I was able to reach the keypad and after several attempts I managed to get the right code in. With the door open I looked around, and seeing no one I started searching for my master. It has been several hours, and I still have not located any of my master on the ship. Going crazy my search was turning into a frenzy, my sex was needing, and my body wanted so bad. Finally I ran to the shuttle in a desparate attempt to go back to the planet, and after a rocky 10 minute flight I managed to land without killing myself. Running like a lunetic and stripping off my clothes as I went, I found the field of pods and dove into the pool. Rubbing my body and working it into my sex, and drinking it as well wanting every inch of my being consumed by the hose. Feeling it filling my very being I began to relax and no longer fought. Slowly my body drifted to the surface and I stood up walking out of the pool. I looked down at myself and through the haze in my vision I could see that my body was once again covered in beautiful suntan hose. Looking into the pool I gasped at what I saw, gone was my long dark hair, blue eyes, mouth. In its place was beautiful pantyhose, letting my hands wander I was in complete sexual stupor. Then suddenly I could smell it, more beings to consume, and as I knew ALL must serve master. Running like a crazed being I followed the smell and found one of the converted laying on the ground masturbating. Throwing myself on them I opened my mouth and as I put my hosed mouth over their mouth I could feel master gushing forth from my mouth into theirs. Feverishly we went at it until they were comletely converted as I was and then I rose to find another, no longer interested in her.