Sofia’s hand instinctively went to the lasgun slung across her back, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapon. Pained gasps and sobs were coming from her non stop. Agony was still resonating in Sofias body. One evening, as Sofia and her team were assigned to patrol the lower levels of the ship, an unexpected incident threw the vessel into chaos. Her other arm unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants, revealing her meaty ass globes. As they observed her they made an unmistakable conclusion – her right fist was lodged deep in her anus. Her body no longer responded like it should. Her team consisted of three members: Sofia, Vendric, and Cratt. Cratt catched up on them in the crawl space, horrified with the scene. With her teeth she tore off her combat glove, and she grabbed a handful of slime that was all around. Sofia didn’t know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: she and her team would face it together, as they always had. Sofia’s boots clicked against the cold metal floors of the vessel’s command deck as she strode purposefully forward, the usual hum of the warp engine a constant, ominous presence in the background.
