Pillar of Flesh Pt. 03

Note from Mister AD

I'm glad to be back for this new chapter. Again, a huge thank you for my editor, kenjisato, who, as before, did an amazing job.

Where getting deeper inside the station: more characters, more discovery. We'll soon find out the true objective of the Master.

Thanks for reading and don't forget to give a note and comment!

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Zora

The whole station felt the loss of Llewyn.

The psychiatrist meant a lot to everyone. The morning after the discovery of his body, most of the teams work in silence, unable to comprehend this tragedy. In a closed environment like a moonbase far away from civilization, the presence of a mental health specialist was crucial for everyone.

And everyone felt they had lost an anchor.

Except for maybe Amanda.

Naked, she leaned over the main security control panel and gazed, all amazed, at all the colourful commands and knobs. And she turned her eyes to the large screen, which displayed dozens of camera outputs.

"So... if I'm not mistaken, this knob helps me move the cameras in all directions. And the numeric pad... hmmm... I type the zone I need to see, and it will all appear on the massive screen. Right?"

Sarge responded with a muffled sound, "Mm-hmm."

Amanda bit her tongue; her cheeks got redder. "And the list of the sector is in the computer. I can also type the name of the employee... the computer will show me the last place he or she punched in... hmm..." She closed her eyes, moaning and breathing fast.

Sarge was kneeling behind her. Squeezing her firm cheeks in his palms and parting them, while stuffing his face between them. "Yes, this is correct... God, you taste like heaven."

His tongue slowly licked the interior of her calves, and moved up and down her dripping slit. He felt a sudden urge to lick her butthole. Parting her cheeks more, he traced circles around her puckered hole, carefully coating it with saliva and pressing even harder at each rotation.

"Oh, Sarge... fuck... You are a dirty old man... hmmm, don't stop, please..." She marked a pause and watched the screens carefully. Then she punched a series of numbers.

A multitude of screens changed, and she watched every one of them. "Let's see what they are all up to at eleven PM."

The first camera selected switched to the main screen, and Amanda took a better look at the content.

The control centre. Nobody in sight, except Angélique, the language specialist, synthetic. The busty robot had her headset on, and was scanning all the radio channels. Nothing of interest here.She is cute, though.

--switching channel--

Shuttle hangar. A group of older-model synths were moving heavy boxes with no effort, under the supervision of two techs.Boring.

--switching channel--

The showers and the locker room. Martha, the engineer, was sitting on a bench, topless with the towel on her hips. She was using a nail clipper on her toes.Nice perky tits.

"Lower, Sarge... yesss, there... push... ohhh... your tongue inside... mmm..."

In the shower room, a large and muscular man was soaping the frail body of a young and slim Japanese girl. With precision, he moved the sponge on her tits, making the exact number of rotations on each nipple. Then he moved to her navel.

Amanda squinted at the screen. "Who are those two assholes?"

Sarge looked up and grunted. He got on his feet, keeping his palm on her burning slit. "Those two are the twins. Anthony and Antonia. The most advanced synth we have here. Actually, love... Antonia is your mother's assistant."

She breathed softly, as he pushed his big thumb in her vagina. "Really. Hmmm... That makes me wonder..." She punched in a new number.

All the screens went black.

She frowned. "Did I do something wrong?" She kept punching the same number on the large keyboard.

Sarge laughed and kissed her shoulder. "Nah. Your mom likes her privacy. As soon as she finds a camera in her lab, she deactivates it."

Amanda groaned. "Bitch... oh... hmmm... yeahhh... your fingers... are amazing too, honey."

The man nodded and smiled. His fingers quickened their pace as he bit her shoulder and squeezed her left breast.

"You can do better than that... hurt me, please!"

He didn't wait for her to beg. He gripped a long nipple and twisted it brutally, while accelerating his movement inside her drenched cunt.

"Aaahhhh, yeah... that's it." She opened her eyes and tried to focus on the screens.

At each stroke, his fingers brushed against her clitoris, and she groaned, feeling the pleasure build up inside her.

"OK... gnaaaa... slow down... Sarge. I need to focus."

Amanda punched a new number.

--switching channel--

She cocked her head. "Hello, buddy."

The camera was pointing at the medbay station and the operation table. Llewyn's body bag lay there in the cold and clean environment, waiting for someone to examine it.

Amanda smiled sadly and punched a new number. "Hang on in there, sweetie."

--switching channel--

The darkness. A room? A lab?

"Sarge... how do you... oh yeah, don't... hmmm... one second... what's the command for... the night-vision thing?"

His mouth, latched on her tortured nipple, let go of its grip. "Apply the N-V filter and press control twenty-four." He inserted a new finger down her cunt, making her scream in surprise. "Then enter the camera number."

Amanda closed her eyes, panting again, heavily. "Son-of-a-bitch... yeah, got it. THANKS."

She forced herself to concentrate on the screen and squinted a moment.

"Oh... that is a sad sight."

In the image, she could discern two silhouettes lying in bed, hugging each other. O'Connell and Zora. Both Llewyn's lovers.

With the night vision, Amanda could easily see that Zora was wet with tears. The red-headed woman was holding her, singing a lullaby, stroking her hair.

The Asian woman felt her heart miss a beat watching them.

"Well..." She felt the man behind her brush his erection against her tights.

"What are you waiting for, Sarge, put your tool in me... c'mon... I'm ready."

She grabbed his cock.Damn, he may be old, but he's got one big hard cock...she thought, feeling the hard rod in her palm.

"Wait, babe, I want to show you..." He looked at the clock on the screen. "Yes, it's time. I want to show you something you might love."

He punched the number on the pad with a wry smile on his face. "Et voilà."

Amanda gasped.

The woman was on her knees, restrained on a leather bench at her wrists and ankles. Screaming. Only wearing a thin leather harness, her round ass was exposed to the man behind her, who was hitting her with a riding crop.

The camera was filming from behind. It was fairly evident to the viewer that the woman was dripping wet from that angle. The most revealing element was her reflection in the mirror.

Her short black hair, her serious face, the pimple on her cheek.

It was Christine, the manager.

"C'mon, Sarge, now it's time to fuck. It is unbelievably hot... that is... oh God..."

Arthur, the robot, stopped hitting his slave. "What are you?"

She panted and groaned.

"Should I repeat myself or give you more of my crop?"

"Nooo... please." Her voice was unrecognisable-- pure lust and primal. "Please, sir."

"What are you?"

"A whore."

"A what?"

She kept silent.

He hit her again.

"A synthetic's whore."

"You are a synthetic's whore. And what do synthetic whores want?"

"Cock..." She swallowed her saliva. "Your cock, sir."

Amanda took a glance at Sarge, who was brushing the tip of his cock along her slit.

"This is... priceless."

"Yup. It's their ritual. Every Monday."

"I want a recording. I'm... I'll give you anything. Fuck... I'll give you my asshole for more..."

"It's a deal." And at the same time, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it, pushing his cock down into her pussy.

Amanda cried in pleasure as the thick rod invaded her. "Yesss, finally. C'mon, fuck my tight Chinese cunt, baby. Fill me!"

At the same instant, she merely blinked and missed the movements on the screen. Arthur stopped hitting Christine, jumped into position and very efficiently slid his cock into her and started pounding at a regular speed.

"Your cock, sir, yeah, hnnn... I love it." The manager started to cry as the robot pulled her hair, just like Sarge was doing to Amanda. In the reflection, Christine's face was deformed by lust and bliss, her mouth open in a constant cry of pleasure.

Amanda was at the same point; even still, she tried to focus on the magnificent show she had before her eyes. The robot was relentless. It seemed to have one goal in mind-- to make her beg for an orgasm.

As she was cumming, Amanda watched, in awe, the robot accelerating, and the manager, who kept repeating her litany, "I'm a synthetic's whore."

And before losing focus, she noticed the tears running down the woman's cheeks.

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Katherine McMichael adjusted her large glasses on her nose and turned a blank expression at her patient. "I'm glad you came to see me, Zora. Even though I am new here... it has been a difficult week for everyone."

The Black girl was sitting in front of her. Her head and shoulders were low, fidgeting nervously on her armrests. She looked away into the distance, trying to find an escape route.

"Now... I know it was mostly Christine's idea. But don't get me wrong-- you choose to be here." She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes into the session, and the girl hadn't spoken yet.

Katherine looked at her pad.Guilt. Disgust. Suicidal?She frowned at her own notes from two days earlier.

"I know..." she paused, carefully choosing her words, "...I am not your usual therapist."

"NO, YOU'RE NOT!" Zora screamed.

"...I am not him. But sooner or later, you'll have to talk to me. Your loss is very deep, and you need to let it out." She leaned forward. "Zora, you lost your therapist and both of your lovers."

She jumped to her feet, pounding the ground and screaming. "NOT LOST. THEY ARE STILL HERE. I SAW... I... I..." And she collapsed in the chair, in tears.

Unmoved, the psychiatrist pushed a tissue box toward her patient, and waited a couple of minutes.

Her voice felt suddenly icy. "Tell me. Zora. What happened down there? What happened in the medbay?"

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Days earlier...

Anthony's voice resonated in the control room, mixed with a lot of static noise.

"... traces of some organic substance down the main corridor. I took some samples, but most of them evaporated."

Christine was leaning on the electronic monitor at the centre of the room. She moved the joystick and examined the map under her nose. "Okay. Have you checked the other levels?"

"Not yet. I'm going down right after my team wraps up here." He paused. "Ma'am, according to my calculations, there is a very low probability that we will find her here. Yet, if we do, she will not be alive."

The manager slammed the desk, and Zora, sitting next to her, jumped up from her chair, scared.

"I will not accept that, Anthony. We will find Katja alive. Do you understand?"

He paused again. "Yes, ma'am. I understand. I will call for an update in an hour."

Christine frowned. "Make it half an hour."

"Understood. Over."

She sighed. "Godammit. What the hell is going on around here?"

Angélique, the linguist robot, lifted her eyes from her work, still typing at an incredible speed. "Multiple problems are going on right now. If you are referring to the disappearance of Katja, I suggest contacting Anthony again for a more informed answer..."

"It was a rhetorical question... besides, I was talking to myself."

The robot seemed puzzled and replaced her hair behind her ears. "Should I tell you about the other problems in the list?"

Christine looked at her with killing eyes, but Zora was faster.

"Just go fuck yourself, Angélique. I'm tired of your shit."

The synth stood up, smiled creepily, and left the room in silence.

The manager tapped on the Black girl's shoulder. "Damn... That was brutal."

"Sorry, boss." She sniffled, and turned her face toward the exterior windows. "I'm just stressed right now. I can't stand waiting."

"I understand, honey." Christine softly patted her back. "Someday, with that spirit, you'll make a great boss, I'm certain."

Zora sniffled again and ran her hands through her voluminous hair, nodding at her boss. "Yeah... but for now... well... I still have two years left on my contract. And as far as I know, YOU are the boss."

"I'm too old and tired for this shit..." Christine looked at her pack of cigarettes, and smiled sadly. "Did I ever tell you why I'm stationed here?"

Her communicator beeped. She quickly connected the feed on the central screen. "Christine here."

On the screen, the beautiful but inscrutable face of Dr. Ling appeared. "Ling here. We are ready to proceed with the autopsy."

She was facing the camera. Behind her was a large and thick window showing the medbay. A small silhouette in a hazmat suit was progressing around the crisp corpse of Llewyn, preparing her tools.

"Fucking bitch," O'Connell spat in her microphone. "Christine, I want you to officially note that I was ordered by that cold-hearted bitch to do an autopsy on the man I love, against my wishes."

"Duly noted, Doc." The manager looked worried. "But I'm afraid I have no authority in that matter. The company clearly specified that Dr. Ling has the last word here. Sorry, babe."

"Then fuck you, too, BABE."

O'Connell cut her mic and sighed heavily. A single tear rolled over her cheek. "Sorry, baby." She placed a hand on the burned head of her boyfriend, then opened the mic and looked at Ling. "I'm ready to proceed."

Dr. Ling sat at the console and turned on multiple systems and cameras. She had a 360-degree view of the lab and the body. She even had an X-ray image of it on a live feed.

Back in the control room, Zora sat before the main screen and crossed her arms on her chest.

Christine put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't force yourself to watch this. You can go to your quarters if you want. There is no point in suffering more."

It took a few seconds for the girl to react. She simply nodded and kept her eyes glued to the screen.

O'Connell took a scalpel and stood beside the corpse. She looked back at Ling. Then at her lover. Most of him was blackened by the fire and the high-voltage shock. His face and hair burned. His traits twisted in an intense agony.

Someone, Anthony probably, took the time to unfold the arms and legs, since the whole body was found in a fetal position.

"All right. The body... hmm... is burned on almost all its surface. Except for a small portion of its skin between the legs and in the armpits. The teeth are also carbonised. The eyeballs... gnnn... are melted."

She used the scalpel to remove bits of skin and placed them in small plastic containers. She then emptied it into the scan machine. "OK, Ling. You can now check the skin."

O'Connell paused, then she put down the scalpel and moved the arms away from the torso. Suddenly, the forearm cracked, and the bone extruded from the crisp skin, startling the doctor. Tears filled her eyes. "Jesus..."

She took her time for the second arm, cracking the bones as little as possible. "How's the analysis, doctor?"

Kelly Ling groaned in response. "Still scanning. At first glance, it is what it is. Burned skin cells."

"Fine for me." She cut open the chest of her dead boyfriend. Slowly peeling layers of skin, she got access to the rib cage. It was her turn to groan as the burnt smell hit her nose and she repressed tears.

"OK... The rib cage looks fine. Checking for the organs..." The doctor inserted her hand into the womb's cut and searched for the main organs. "Kidneys... stomach..." then...

"Um... Wait..."

Dr. Ling lifted her eyes from the screen. "What is it?"

"There's more... more organs... I don't understand..."

"What do you mean, more organs?" Ling answered.

"There's like two more stomachs. And the intestines look more massive. Can you check Llewyn's file, please? Look for irregularities, genetic mutations... Anything suspicious.

"Checking now."

In the control centre, Zora glanced at Christine. "What is going on?"

But her boss only shrugged.

O'Connell took one intestine out very slowly, and her eyes grew larger. The thick tube was black as night, veiny and very firm. And warm to the touch. A thin transparent film covered most of its surface. As the doctor partially pulled out the tube, the film detached itself and retracted back into the incision.

Dr. Ling heard the computer beep. "The analysis is completed. It is definitely a skin cell... but also, merged with some kind of parasite. Origin, unknown. Composition, unknown.

"O'Connell... Laura... there is something inside of him. And it is not human. Be extra careful." She was slowly enunciating every word, so she would be understood. She briefly lifted her eyes from the screen, and was looking at O'Connell.

Then it caught her eye. "What is that?"

Laura paused her examination and rested her hands on the table. "What now?"

The Asian woman enhanced the video feed and squinted. "Check the right arm. The one with the bone. There's a liquid seeping out of it."

The doctor turned her attention to the arm. "I see it. It's a black liquid. Thick. Like molasses. Sticky, too. I'll take a sample. Give me a second."

She pressed her fingers around the burnt arm, and more of the sticky goo came out, dripping on the table. She leaned forward and took a better look under the examination lamp. "It seems there's more here. Maybe if I take a tong..."

At the same time, she pressed harder on the skin, and she was startled by a long, bony protrusion emerging from the cracked limb. "What the hell...?" She moved closer. "Is it...?" She rubbed the goo off the protrusion.

But it was Ling who answered back. "Looks like claws... But it's not bones..." She glanced at the computer and gulped. "It looks like metal. The X-ray identified more similar metallic objects in his body."

O'Connell shook her head and went back and forth in the lab, taking vials and tongs. "This is insane. Llewyn never went to war... or had any kind of accident where he could have gotten shrapnel."

She paused and watched the skyline outside, by the lab's thick window. The moon was dark, and the emptiness of space made her feel cold and alone. It was dead... just like him.

She leaned back on the body and tried momentarily to extract the metal claw from the arm. "Grrnnn... sonofa..."

Suddenly, the arm sprang up and back in the air by some uncanny reflex, startling the doctor again.

Ling jumped to her feet. "Laura, are you all right?"

Laura was shuddering in fear, a few meters from the corpse. "Yeah... I'm OK... just, in shock... didn't think he would have some reflexes." She checked her suit. "Oh crap. Got a tear here."

On the other side, Ling froze. She checked her computer and the data from the previous analysis. She blinked. "How bad is the tear?"

Laura O'Connell checked again, spreading the two halves of the tear. "Bad... I can see my skin here."

"Then I'm sorry, doctor." Kelly Ling answered, as she punched the big red emergency knob.

Thick metal panels dropped over the medbay door, sealing the only exit.

"Quarantine procedures. Any breach of the personnel's hazmat suit will result in an immediate lockdown of the main area. This is non-negotiable."

O'Connell ran to the door, and tried to punch the manual override. "You can't do this? I am the chief medical officer here."

"Yes, you are. And still you may have been exposed to an unknown contaminant."

A faint alarm continued to resonate in the room. P

She closed her eyes, as she knew that Ling was right. "Fuck me."