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Moria struggled weakly inside of the pod. She was trapped. Completely trapped and encased in… this. Whatever this was.




Before the front door of the pod had closed, Moria had seen that it was filled with some kind of orange goop, something sticky and clinging and only semi-liquid. And now that it was dark, she couldn't see any of it.


But she could feel it. All around her, from the top of her head down to her toes, she could feel it. It was even pressing against her mouth and her nose and after the first few panicked seconds, Moria realized that she wasn't drowning or suffocating. She could breathe just fine through this material, whatever it was.



That was a silver lining but it wasn't a very bright one. She was still captured by the alien menace that X-COM had been founded to defeat and she didn't see how she was getting out of here. Her courier jet intercepted in midair by a tractor beam and the one bright side was that at least she had burned her notes and smashed her hard drive before the gas had been pumped into cabin, knocking her and her quite useless protective detail out.



She had no idea what had happened to her guards. Moria had woken up being stripped by some of those wretched little Sectoids, the grey aliens ruthlessly cutting her clothes off of her and leaving her naked. Moria had tried to protest at that and fight back, but she was still feeling so unbearably weak.



And it would hardly have mattered much, since as soon as her panties were cut away, a massive alien that she hadn't seen before, in green armor and a breath mask, reached down and hauled her naked body over one shoulder. Then it had been a short walk through halls of a strange, softly glowing metal and to this pod, one of three lined up against a wall in a dark room.



And here Moria was, trapped in here, unable to get free and feeling this orange gunk clinging to every single part of her like a second skin. She shivered and kept her mouth closed, trying to breathe through her nose and not run the risk of this stuff getting inside of her body.



There were some faint humming sounds coming from somewhere but Moria had no idea what it could mean. Though she got a guess as she felt a sense of pressure on her face, the liquid, if that was what it could be called, shifting around slightly like something was pushing through it towards her.



Moria braced herself as best as she could for whatever was about to happen to her. She might not be a soldier of X-COM but she could still comport herself with bravery in the face of danger.



Though the first bit of danger was a bright light suddenly flashing in front of her eyes. Moria gasped, blinking rapidly as she tried to shake her head back and forth. The tight confines of the ooze meant that wasn't really possible and she couldn't look away. Even with her eyes closed, the light was still bright enough that she could clearly see it shining.



It was a monitor, she realized. Some kind of monitor right in front of her face, shining with a strong, bright, white light. She stared into it, for lack of anything else to do, and realized that it wasn't just a white light. There was also…



She narrowed her eyes, trying to pick up on any details here that could possibly help her get out of this situation. It was hard to guess how the faint pulsings of color coming in from the side of the screen could help but you never knew for certain. And Moria was out of any other options, with this goo constricting around her whenever she tried to move more than a few centimeters at a time.



The screen seemed to be expanding, taking in more and more of Moria's vision. There was nothing but the screen now and when she glanced down, she could barely even see her nose. There was a sound, too. A kind of humming. A low, soft humming that seemed to wrap all around Moria and just draw her in.



She couldn't describe it any better than that. Or describe what was going on with the colors as they entranced her. There was just so much of it and it was all… it was all…



Moria blinked and looked around. This was not the pod. It was… she blinked several more times. She was in a classroom. She was free to move around in a classroom, at that, staggering to one side and banging her hip against a desk.



"What?" She asked softly, staring down at her hands as if she had never seen them before. "What is this?"

"I think it's some kind of virtual reality," a voice said from behind her. "Just… alien."

Moria turned around and felt red rising to her cheeks. There were two women standing behind her. Obviously women. Extremely women, one might say. Too old for the slutty schoolgirl uniforms that they were wearing, tight white tops clinging to their breasts and skirts that were-



A breeze playing along her legs made Moria look down. She was wearing a green and black checkerboard skirt as well. And a blouse that was making it clear that there was no bra underneath it. A thin blouse though at least with her pale Swiss skin, that fact wasn't as obvious as it was with the Latina woman standing in front of her.



Said woman looked familiar, vaguely, in fact. Long, shiny black hair that went down to her waist and a height that even with the heels she was wearing (of course, Moria was wearing them as well) stopped at Moria's chin. Those green eyes and rounded nose, who was Moria thinking of…



The other woman was absolutely a stranger to Moria. East Asian, though whether Chinese, Japanese or one of the small countries, Moria couldn't say. She was in between their heights and quite, quite curvy. Extremely curvy, in fact, she had a body that was very erotic indeed as she stood there, her hips and her breasts quite… noticeable underneath the slutty parody of a school uniform that she was wearing.



"I saw three boxes when I was being led in here," the Latina woman said, rubbing her hands together and looking around. "Or… when I was being led into the room where my body is. Three boxes, three of us, right?"

"It makes sense," Moira said, frowning as she stared down at herself, trying to tug her skirt down to cover more of her legs and not really succeeding. "Though why…" she shook her head. "I'm Doctor Moira Vahlen. And you?"

"Professor Rosa Santos, Mexico City University," the Latina woman said, clear pride in her words evident. "I'm working on neurological biochemistry." She frowned. "Or I was, at least."



"I'm Sakomoto Rei-sensi," the Asian woman said, pegging her as Japanese. Quite good English, though with something of an accent lingering in her words. "I work for Toyota in extreme-stress metallurgy for their specialized equipment."

"And I'm working for… a classified section," Moira said, though she wasn't sure just why it was important to keep her job and employer secret from anyone since the aliens clearly knew who she was and what she was doing. "My specialty was in nuclear fusion though I'm more of an administrator these days."



"A rather random collection of specialties," Professor Santos said with a frown. "Really, I'd say the more obvious connection is that we all look very, well…" she plucked at her top, frowning down at the generous cleavage that she was exposing.

"If the aliens just wanted that, then there were any number of clubs they could have hit," Sakomoto-sensi countered, shaking her head. "No, they must have some interest in what's up here," she tapped the side of her head, "though clearly, for whatever reason, they find our physical appearance attractive as well."

Moira nodded. The latter was not entirely without precedent. She had listened to Ops and the Commander talking about aberrant behavior some aliens had shown during a handful of attacks on cities, suggestive of a sex drive that was interested in human women. Quite odd, given the shriveled or entirely absent sexual organs that Moira had found during autopsies.



The three women quickly compared notes on how they were kidnapped. Moira had been the most dramatic but then again, she had been the most on guard. Santos had been nabbed in the night, going to sleep in her bed and waking up as she had been secured on the scout craft that had grabbed her. And Sakomoto had been taken by some human collaborators. She had answered the front door of her apartment and a bag had been thrown over her head and that was the last she had seen until it had been removed by a Thin Man. That had not been a soothing experience, though she didn't talk about it too much.



And now they were all here, both in reality and in this simulated classroom. Moira shook her head as she looked around the room, pausing for a moment. She just now processed that the posters on the walls were in German. And she was willing to bet that the others would say that the writing was in Spanish or Japanese.



She was also sure that the orange liquid was still wrapped around her body but she couldn't feel it at all. As near as Moira could tell, the only thing pressing against her skin right now was the light, thin fabric of her clothes, nothing more. Some truly advanced simulation and one that seemed to be working just fine with the human brain as opposed to the many different alien species. She would love to crack open the casing of this machine and try to figure out how it worked. Her teams hadn't found a hint of anything like this in what they had presumed to be the entertainment devices the soldiers had recovered from the UFOs.



Then there was a kind of pulsing, throbbing sound and a light that didn't seem to come from anywhere. Moira stiffened as did the other two, looking around to see that nothing had changed.



Class is now in session. The words seemed to arrive straight in Moira's brain without her hearing them. Take your seats.



Sakomoto did so after a short while of looking around, though there were no doors or windows to try to escape through. So did Santos after a while. And as the message repeated every five seconds, Moira didn't see any choice but to sit down as well.



Ridiculous, really, doing something like this. She tugged her skirt down some more, though it still stopped a handful of centimeters below her crotch. She had never worn anything like this, not even during a college party. And the top was no better. The instant that she had to run or jump or do anything but carefully, slowly walk around, she knew that her breasts were going to be flopping right out into the open. And Sakamoto, with her much larger pair, was even more at risk of that.



Class will now begin, the voice said, still seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time.



And it- it started. Moira winced and moaned as her mind felt like it was being opened up, new thoughts and concepts suddenly appearing inside of her brain instantly. It wasn't painful, exactly, but it was most certainly very, very foreign indeed, the sort of thing that she had never felt before and wasn't at all used to. She shook her head back and forth, trying to cope with what she was feeling as this happened and seeing the other two women doing the same.



It was hard to say what the concepts being delivered to her were even about. It wasn't that they were too advanced for a human mind to understand, it was that the method of delivery was just so foreign that Moira's waking mind couldn't process it all. She could only feel them being delivered deep into her brain, lodging there as she kept on getting bombarded with this.



It was also hard to say how long this was lasting for. Moira couldn't keep track of anything but the sensations that were filling her up right now, embracing her mind and overwhelming it as she kept on getting… educated, possibly.



It stopped abruptly as it started. Moira gasped at the sudden absence, the complete lack of anything inside of her mind as she was left alone with her own thoughts. It was strange. Very, very strange indeed and she shivered as she slowly shifted position in her chair.



What had she just learned? It was hard to say. Try as she might to focus on what had happened to her, Moira couldn't. The concepts and ideas seemed to vanish as soon as she attempted to look at them, whisking off into the air and leaving behind…



Well, that was quite a surprise for what they were leaving behind. Moira blushed as she shifted in her seat, realizing that she was quite warm down there. Warm and wet. Aroused, in fact, feeling this fire inside of her.



Studious attention deserves rewards was the thought that came to mind. And Moira didn't think that it was a thought that she had come up with herself. It felt so right, though, that it seemed silly to argue about that instead of going along with it.



And it would be alright to masturbate, wouldn't it? Of course it would be. Just make herself feel good as a reward for learning so much. That thought just seemed to drop into place inside of her head nice and neatly, without any problems to it at all. Moira couldn't say why it felt so right for her to be thinking of that but it certainly did. And it felt really nice to touch herself, too, just reach down and make herself feel good.



Moira cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed it, digging her fingers in and sighing as she touched herself. It was such a nice feeling. Really nice. When was the last time that she had made herself feel good, anyway?

It was hard to decide but it must have been quite a while ago. She had been very, very busy leading the R&D of X-COM, after all. Most nights, after a late dinner in the cafeteria as she reviewed and drafted paperwork, she was just ready to go to her quarters and get some sleep before rising bright and early the next day. Time for masturbation, let alone anything with another partner, had simply not been present or desired.



She should have made the time, Moira decided. A proper work-life balance was important and if she couldn't find the time to take care of her most basic needs, how could she find the time to do anything else of importance, right?

Right. That all made sense to Moira and she squeezed her breast again, feeling the lovely little tingles that were growing and growing inside of her, making her feel so good as she touched herself again and again.



She wasn't the only one starting to feel good, either. Santos was stroking her thighs, her legs widely spread as she took some deep breaths. There was an awfully lewd look on her face right now, eyes closed as she bit her lip.



And Sakamoto was doing the same, leaning back in her chair with one hand between her legs. Maybe underneath her skirt, maybe not, Moira couldn't tell. Though there was a strong impulse to get up and see just what the other woman was doing.



Moira shook her head and managed to squash that idea. That was just too lewd. Too strange and not the sort of thing that she would normally consider at all. For one, Moira was only weakly bisexual, strongly preferring men to women. Though it was hardly as if she had done much in either direction for quite a while, even before she had been recruited by X-COM. For another, she barely knew this woman or anything about her. Moira wasn't some creature enslaved to its lusts. She was a responsible, sober-minded woman who wouldn't perv on strangers and could stop touching herself any time she wanted to.



Any time like now. It was a real effort of will, far harder to do than Moira would have expected it to be but she managed to get her hands away from her body and clutch the desk. She managed it in the end, though, sitting with her back straight and her hands firmly planted on the desk, breathing in and out in deep breaths as she stared straight ahead.



She was still feeling quite worked up, of course. There was still a tingling in her lower belly that said that she was very aroused right now, that she really needed something more for herself. Ut she could just ignore it. After all, it wasn't like she was actually touching her body right now, was she? She was still trapped inside the pod, still encased inside of that orange stuff. Whatever she thought that she was doing had no relation at all to what was actually happening to her real body.



Moira closed her eyes and took some more deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before opening her eyes once more. There. That was better, wasn't it? Nice and calm and peaceful, looking just… well, she was still wearing this outfit, so what she looked like wasn't worth considering.



Moira couldn't deny that she felt outright jealous of the other two as they kept on touching themselves, apparently not caring about the train of thought that Moira had arrived. They certainly looked very pleased with themselves as they kept on masturbating. Sakamoto was practically hunched over her desk as she kept on touching herself, making urgent little sounds that spoke highly of just how good she was feeling right now.



And Santos was leaning back in her chair, her legs spread out on either side of the desk. Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face made Moira swallow hard before looking away. There wasn't much of a reason for her to keep on staring at that, was there?

Of course not. Instead, she should focus on… well, Moira wasn't quite certain what she should be focusing on right now. It wasn't like there was much in this classroom for her to do or anything. She frowned and twisted her head from side to side, trying to see if there was anything that she had missed the first time she had paid attention to the room.



No, it looked very much like a somewhat old-fashioned classroom, minus any sign that there was an outside world beyond it. Not even a globe on the teacher's desk. Speaking of that desk…



It was a bust. Not only did the drawers not open, it seemed to Moira that they could never open. That the entire desk was one solid unit of something or other, with no moving parts at all. A mere prop for whatever reason the aliens had for any of this.



As Moira straightened up from her fruitless searching effort, she gasped. There had been a sudden sensation down at her crotch that she hadn't been expecting at all. Then it happened again. She swallowed hard, her hands at her sides as she stared down at herself. She wasn't doing anything at all but she was still feeling like she was masturbating.



The lust was rising inside of her quite quickly, making her swallow hard as she got touched… or maybe just felt like she was being touched? It was really impossible for Moira to say one way or the other. She walked stiffly over to a desk and sat down on it, staring at the wall and trying not to blush or to make any sorts of strange sounds as she felt this continuing inside of her.



She tried to think about this logically, since it was clear that that it was actually happening. Just moments ago, she had been feeling like she was wearing an extremely slutty outfit and feeling the breeze playing across large amounts of exposed skin. She had not been feeling like she was encased in some sort of warm goo, even though that was what was actually happening. Heck, she could walk around the entire room even though she would bang her knee after two centimeters if she could actually move her leg.



Therefore, this virtual reality simulation could control what physical sensations she thought that she was experiencing. And if she wasn't going to masturbate… or think about masturbating, at least, like the other two were, then whatever system was controlling all of this would do it for her.



That was all at the surface, though. Underneath it all was a rising tide of lust and sensation as she kept on getting touched and toyed with. Moira swallowed hard as she felt every part of her body getting stimulated in a strange, enjoyable way. It was entirely unlike any sexual experience she had ever felt before, even the time when she had been talked into getting an erotic massage from her college boyfriend.



The rubbing sensation was very strange and it never really stopped. Though it was secondary to the attention that her erogenous zones were getting, her breasts and thighs and crotch, constantly stimulated and made to feel wonderful.



"I think we're being controlled," Moira managed to say, putting voice to something that she had already been suspecting. "This isn't normal."

"Obviously," Santos said, her voice twisted and strange with the pleasure that she was feeling. "I wouldn't normally do this in front of strangers!" She made a yelping sound and her thighs closed around her hand. "But it just feels so good!"



"And it's so distracting," Sakamoto said with a nod as she hunched forward, her face slick with sweat as she stared down at the desk. "I won't be able to think until I've gotten a clear head!"

Moira could sympathize with that. She was feeling awfully distracted right now, very worked up and aroused from what was being done to her. She took several deep breaths, feeling her hips twitching back and forth as her body continued to get stimulated.



It was such a strange, gentle, all-consuming sensation as well. Was she feeling the ooze doing something to her or was this her brain getting directly manipulated? And how could Moira possibly tell the difference?

There certainly had to be a way to tell the two apart but as Sakamoto had said, Moira was feeling so distracted right now that she couldn't think of some test to run. The constantly growing arousal inside of her made it too difficult to focus on anything else but how good her body was feeling and how this heat was constantly rising and rising inside of her, spreading out through her system and making her tremble as she felt this being done to her.



Moira wasn't masturbating, at least. That was an awfully thin reed to cling to but still. Unlike the other women, she was just having this done to her instead of doing it herself. That had to count for something. She wasn't sure what it counted for or who she might be trying to impress but she wasn't doing it. She was just staying right where she was and looking at the other two beautiful women as they kept on masturbating.



And cumming, too. Santos was the first, barking out some wordless sound as she pushed herself over the edge. Her entire body seized up and her eyes went wide as she stared forward. With the desk in the way, Moira couldn't see her hands but she still knew what the other woman must be doing, how her fingers must be buried inside of her pussy and rubbing herself.



Sakamoto was quieter, though she compensated by making several grunting noises again and again as she came. The look on her face was one that Moira knew she would be remembering for a long while. And sure enough, one of her breasts had come free, either naturally or because she had pulled it out. Either way, it was out in the open and looking even larger than it had while inside the white blouse.



Moira realized that she was staring quite hard at the breast and that the arousal inside of her was also continuing to rise. She swallowed hard and tried to look away. And did, even! But she was still feeling horny and her body was still feeling like it was getting toyed with and she was still liking it all a great deal.



"Alright, so I was thinking," Santos said, though Moira couldn't pay very close attention as she felt her own pleasure completely distracting her from anything else. She grunted and gasped, shaking her head back and forth as she felt the waves rising and rising inside of her. "Bad time?"

Moira flushed with embarrassment and nodded. Her hands were balled into fists right now so at least she wasn't touching herself in front of the others. In every other respect, though, it was very clear what she was doing and what she was feeling, exactly how the other two had felt so recently.



She couldn't make herself feel bad about it, though. Not when the arousal felt so nice and pleasant inside of her as it kept on rising and rising, squirming all through her system and making every single thought and impulse revolve around her arousal.



Moira was aware of how much her breasts were moving underneath her top, how her legs were spread in a rather wide stance that drew the skirt a few crucial centimeters up along her thighs. How she looked so very much like an aroused slut at this moment. But with all of her attention focused on keeping her hands at her sides, there was just nothing else that she could do about her appearance. All she could do was moan and whimper and then-



And then it gone. Moira couldn't stop herself from making a dismayed squeaking sound at that as she shook her head back and forth. This was not what she had been expecting or looking forward to. This sudden lack of stimulation and sensation was- it was bad. She had been looking forward to an orgasm, even if it also would have been very embarrassing to have one happen to her!



There was no way she was going to say that to the other women looking at her right now, of course. It took far more willpower than Moira would have liked to admit to but she more or less managed to make herself more or less presentable. As much as she could in this outfit, of course, exposing so much of herself and looking so lewd and slutty.



"I think," Moira said with a cough, clenching her thighs together tightly to try and ignore the pulsing heat and the leaking wetness down at her crotch, "that the aliens have a rather nasty plan in store for us."

"Though hardly an unenjoyable one," Sakamoto mused, before blushing as the other two looked at her. "At any rate," she said quickly, trying to hurry past that like she hadn't said anything at all, "what can we do about it?"

That was a good question. One that Moira couldn't come up with an answer to. As near as she could tell, they were all trapped in this VR sim and if they weren't, they'd be trapped in their pods and if they weren't, they'd be trapped on an alien ship or perhaps base. She knew she wasn't any kind of fighter and going by the lack of muscle tone on the other two, it seemed unlikely that they were prepared to overpower even a sectoid, assuming they ever ran into one.



"Surely we can't stay-," Santos started to say.



Then there was a flash of bright light.



Moira blinked quickly at that, vision slowly returning from the red flood that had obscured her eyes. She realized that it was the VR screen. And that she was back in the pod. Not that she had ever left but-



Any further thoughts on that were overridden by some other realizations. Like the fact that Moira was feeling full right now and not in a good way. She made a strangled sound of protest as she realized that while she had been trapped in VR, her lower holes had been invaded. She was feeling stretched out now, stretched out and soft inside, as strange as that was.



The thought that this orange goo had invaded her holes, filled her up was less distressing than the fact that Moira hadn't even realized that it had happened. What else might be done to her in VR without her having the slightest awareness of it? She struggled in a futile effort to do something, anything at all, but failed. And felt the strange but not entirely unpleasant sensation of the stuff stroking her inner walls. Moira shivered and she didn't want to admit what all went into that shiver.



Yes, Moira thought that she might be in a sticky situation now but…



But she was sure that she could think of not only a bright side but a way out of this if she just put her mind to it. That was her greatest asset of all, of course.



And she wasn't going to let that be taken away from her.