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A War of Worlds,

Captains log 3091, not exactly sure why I am still keeping a log of our travels, chances are we will never return to earth or anyone will ever find it. My crew and I have been in space for 15 years now, in what started out as a journey to a new planet that was said to be able to sustain life as our planet does. Shortly after we launched the ship was pulled into a black hole that opened from nowhere, and we found ourselves coming out the other side with no idea where we were, or how to get back on course. That was 15 years ago, and I fear that we will never find signs of life, or even a place to call home other than the ship we now inhabit.

“Captain Julia, I think you may want to see this.” says Stacy as she stares at her computer screen. “What is it?” I ask walking towards her. “I am picking up a vessel of some kind, and it is very large, possibly even a freighter”. How very strange I think to myself as I approach the terminal, but sure enough Stacy was right, there it was just as clear as day. “Open communications with the vessel, and see if they respond” I say, and Stacy gets to work. Meanwhile other members of the crew start gathering around us, hoping to see what is going on. “Captain, they have replied, and they would like us to dock so we can meet” said Stacy. Putting my guard up, I realized how strange that was, hailing a vessel and having them invite us to board before they even knew who we were, or what we wanted. Little did I know, how strange indeed this whole thing really was... However the thought of getting off the ship we had been living on for the last 15 years did seem so nice and exciting that there was no way we could turn down the offer! So I had Stacy respond back that we would be docking and accepting their offer. Smiling Stacy turned back around and got to work.

I had the most of the crew return to their duties, while a boarding crew consisting of 8 including myself prepared to board the ship. We put on our space suits and helmets until we could verify the air was breathable, and it was safe. Once we were docked the bay doors were opened and we ventured on to the other ship. “Captain, the air appears to be stable, and very breathable” said Gina, so we all pulled our helmets off and tested the air. Very clean feeling in the lungs, after the stale air on our own ship that had been cleaned over and over for the last 15 years. Silence filled the air, and there appeared to be no one around. Just as I was starting to get concerned that we made a mistake I could hear foot steps coming towards us, and rounding the corner in front of us several people all wearing the same uniform walking in unison approached us.

“Welcome” the woman in the front said, “I am Brandy, and I was given orders to meet with you and get you prepared to meet with our captain” Smiling I stepped forward offering my hand in friendship but Brandy stepped back in fear Stating “Please refrain from any contact until after sterilization process as been finished.” Confused I stepped back and knodded. “Please follow us, and we can get the process started” said Brandy. We all started walking, and I had a chance to study their matching outfits better. It appeared to be a full body stocking, with a white leotard over the top of it, topped off with heels, and a collar that appeared to be attached to the body stocking. “What a strange uniform” I say to myself as I follow. Even the males were dressed the same way, which made it even stranger to me.

After a short walk we arrived at a door at the end of the corridor. Brandy opens it and says, “please take off all your clothes and put them in a pile on the table. Then proceed to the shower, and afterward exit the other side where clean sterilized clothing will be provided for you.” The rest of the boarding crew and I comply and begin stripping out of our clothing, stepping into one of the showers the door closes behind me and the most refreshing shower I have ever had begins. Once it was completed, a door on the other side opens and a voice tells me to step forward, which I do and in the next room there is a strange device that looks like a neck strap to hold prisoners in place. Above it there is a plastic box that appears would keep a persons head covered. “Please place your head in the device” the voice says, and suddenly I am filled with fear of what could happen. “Please do not be afraid” the voice says “This is just part of the sterilization process”. So I step forward and put my head in the brace, I hear it clamp closed, turning my world dark, and I am unable to move. Suddenly there is a hissing sound, and several sprayers start spewing forth a liquid that feels quite pleasant as it covers my body from the neck down. The spraying stops, and the neck brace releases, allowing me to look at my body. Covering my skin is what looks like the same substance that is covering the other crew members. What a strange substance this is, touching part of my own body. “It feels just like pantyhose” I said, and sure enough, it was soft, silky, and clung to my skin like the most comfortable pair of hose I ever wore. Standing there I was starting to feel quite aroused, and my hand started to drift down towards my sex, and I noticed that the stocking moved enough that my hand could have access. “What the hell” I exclaim as I start to panic “What is this?” reaching up to my neck I try to pull on the body stocking, but there is no seam, there is no way to pull on it, I look at my hands, which are also coated and realize it is attached to me. Suddenly the voice speaks again asking me to relax, and that everything will be explained shortly. “Please proceed to the next table for the rest of your clothing”. Walking across the room I see a table with white leotards laying on it, and heels in different sizes. Taking one of the leotards off the pile I begin to pull it on, but the feeling of arousal is starting to build and I am really starting to want to find a way to please myself. Pushing off the feelings I finish pulling on the leotard, and choose a pair of heels that are my size and put them on.

As I click around the room in my new heels another door opens at the end of the room. As I pass through the door, the rest of the boarding crew is there with the exception of Molly (my engineer). Brandy stands with the rest of my crew and says “the captain is waiting”. I look around again, and say “what about Molly?” “Oh, don’t worry, she will be along shortly” says Brady smiling as she speaks. We continue walking, and I continue to check out the other crew that we are now dressed like with the exception of the collar. My arousal is still building, but I know this is not the time or place for such activities. Walking into another room, we see a large table, with chairs surrounding it. Turning to leave Brandy says “The captain will be with you shortly”, and with that she is gone, leaving the rest of us to talk. I look at Julie, and say “what do you think so far?” “I dunno” she says, “But I love the new clothing, I haven’t been this aroused in years! Whatever this uniform is made of, I don’t ever want to take it off”. Looking at her, I can’t help but notice that she has one hand down on her sex, rubbing slowly, with a glazed look in her eye’s. “Snap out of it, you know this isn’t the place for that!” I say, and she looks at me with a look of embarassment, and says “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me” Another door opens, and a beautiful blond walks through the door wearing the exact same outfit as us, with a collar attached around her neck.

“Welcome to our home” she says smiling, “it has been a long time since we have had any visitors. I suppose you are confused and have alot of questions for me, and I am more than happy to answer them for you”. “Yes, I said for starters what is up with this clothing? Where are you from? Where are you going to? And why such precaution when we boarded your ship..” “Good questions, one and all” she said, “and we will start at the beginning to make this as simple as possible. Years and years ago, our planet was on the verge of extinction. Disease, and starvation, taking over. We were sent out to find a new planet, or find cures for things we could not solve on our own. That was about 50 years ago! Our government realized that it would probably take many years for us to return, so they made sure we were all teenagers, or children that started this journey. Several years into the trip, we found something. A planet with life, and we thought maybe we had found what we were looking for.

Our expedition party decended to the planet, and came back with wonderful news, this planet was not unlike our own home planet, and we could survive. Figuring the crew and I could use some R and R time everyone with the exception of a few people took the shuttle to the surface, and it was truly a beautiful place. Plant life, sunlight, no pollution, and food! We decided to spend a few days on the surface, and investigate further. On the third day, we came across a large pod field and as we approached one of them opened and sprayed a tan sticky liquid on a few members of the crew. Their clothing started disolving and falling off them. Assuming the worst, the rest of the crew backed away, and we watched in silence as the liquid changed to what looked like a body stocking as it dried.” Pausing for a second she breathed softly, and I realized I had unconsciously taken my heels off and was rubbing my feet together slowly enjoying the feeling of the nylon type material covering them. I stopped and put my heels back on quickly, and the captain began talking again. “After the the liquid dried, the three people coated in it, appeared to be fine. They were acting normal, and said that they didn’t feel any different. I then asked them to try and wipe it off, or peel it off of their skin, but no matter how they tried it would not come off. At that point we took them back to the ship for further testing, and they appeared to be acting normal, with the exception that they appeared to be, pardon the way I put it, extremely horny. Our medical examiner looked them over and gave them a clean bill of health, in fact she couldn’t find anything at all wrong with them.

The affected crew members were then put into the shower room, and no matter how hard they scrubbed the substance would not come off their skin. We then decided to keep them under observation and gave them some clothes to wear. Once they put them on they began to get figity, and started complaining about how the clothes were really bothering them and were so constricting. Thinking about this we came up with the solution of a leotard, like the one you yourselves are wearing. That seemed to work, and we decided to go with that for the time. That night one of them got out of the observation room, and was found having mad passionate sex with another crew member, we separated them, and saw that the substance had spread, and was now starting to cover the other crew member who was smiling and happy. Seeing this as a problem we separated this crew member as well and had all we could do to get the original member back in the observation room, as they were in a sex crazed stupor and wanted to keep throwing herself on anyone she could. Once she was back in the room, I noticed that everyone that had touched her had the substance spreading across their skin, and as on the planet, their clothes started disolving and soon they were covered as well. Looks of fear, and happiness on their faces they began to rub themselves and working their way into a crazed sex stupor, and that is when we noticed that the substance would move for them, allowing them to access their sex area with no resistance. fearing the worst we got them into the observation room, and threw in some leotards for them to cover themselves with as well.

We continued to observe them and realized the more they got aroused, the more out of control they got, needing to spread it to others, and to please each other. Soon the entire room was in sexual chaos!” The captain stopped talking again, and I realized I was a heated mess, touching myself, and rubbing my body with my hands almost franticly. Getting control, I started to get up, and screamed at the captain “Oh my god, what have you done to us?” She then looked at me, and said " The hose commands us, we remain in mental control with the collar that our medical engineer designed, however the hose still commands us to do its bidding. And there is no way to separate the hose from the host without killing the host. And it does demand that we bring other people in when we find them. It isn’t all bad, we never age, never get sick, and best of all we are always happy and it makes sure we feel good!” “I think I have heard enough I say as I get up, where is my other crew member, we are leaving”. The captain lowers her head and says “she didn’t handle the conversion to well, she lost control and tried to attack one of my crew, we were forced to sedate her and put a collar on her. You will all end up needing a collar, it is just a matter of when”. “No I yell out we are leaving, standing up I start walking towards the door to leave and the rest of my crew follows.” Walking back to the dock, high heels clicking on the floor, I hope the medical bay can do something for us that this crew hadn’t thought of. Everyone back on the shuttle with the exception of our missing crew member we launch and head back to our own ship. Exiting the shuttle, we are met by the other crew members who stare with huge eyes at our uniforms. Walking to my room I ignore the stares and go directly to the shower. And as the captain from the other ship stated, no matter how much I scrubbed the nylon would not come off! Getting out of the shower was tough, all I wanted to do was play with myself, but I knew by what the other captain said that was a very bad idea. I then grabbed some of my own clothes and put them on, however they were so uncomfortable that after about 5 minutes I had to get them back off. Staring at the leotard, I begrugdenly put it back on, and started heading to the medical bay. Halfway there I see another member straddling a crew member that had remained behind in a sexual stuper, pulling them apart I see that the hose is already spreading onto him. The crew member I grabbed turns around on me and starts rubbing all over me, losing control I return the embrace and we end up on the floor touching, feeling, and loosing all control. I reach down to her sex, and she returns the favor, we brings each other to the highest orgasm we have ever felt, and want more! I get up looking for someone else to share with, and all of a sudden the world goes black.

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 myself. 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 our 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 lunatic 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.

Only two things mattered now, pleasing master and more. My senses were hightened, I could smell anyone that did not serve master completely, and I hunted them down in an unrelenting feverish rage. I could no longer remember my own name, where I came from, all that mattered was all must serve. All through the day, and into the night I hunted, it didn’t matter if it was human, or creature everything became one with master. Finally morning arrived and I could no longer smell anyone else. Still pleasuring myself I waited my next command, but a slow burning started in the back of my neck and slowly got hotter and hotter to the point I lay down on the ground wimpering in agony holding the back of my head. Unable to think anymore I just lay there, waiting to see what happened next. Finally it became clear, and even though I tried to cry, master didn’t allow the tears to flow through it.

Slowly the creature arose, no longer human in any way. Gone was the captian, gone were all her thoughts, only the pantyhose parasite remained. Calling to the others that had been changed as well the parasite gathered it’s masses at the field of pods. Unable to fly any kind of ship, or do anything but consume all forms of life around it the hose, and it’s drones awaited a new life form to arrive so it could continue to spread.