"The arrival point was far beyond the orbiting moons causing considerable lag in voice communications. It was several minutes before there was a laugh...ng reply, "Your information is correct. But the bulk of this group is hardly colonists, Ensign McKinsey. It's the headquarters platoon of Delta Company, First Battalion, 504th Brigade who are here to establish a training camp that will make use of the facility that you're constructing underground. By the way, how is that progressing?"The response. The rogue spider dragged Jen into the room. Inside the room, the ghost stood and points at a bare wall. "Put her there. Make sure she cannot escape. Spread her legs and arms apart, four-inch bands around wrist, ankles, belly and throat; make sure the throat one is not too tight, she must breathe for me, but have the bands connected to the power supply with a voice activated command relay. The command for it shall be pain. She will know my horror before she dies, this I swear. Spider, make a. She grunted with each of his thrust feeling as dirty as she had wanted to. As his thrust increased her little grunts got louder and higher pitched. Another orgasm was on its way. As the noise she was making came to a crescendo he reached around and found her clit and started to work it as fast as he could. It was too much for her, a cock in her ass and a finger on her clit, she was sent over the edge and screamed without concern as loud as she had ever as she came. That was more than he could. "You should eat something." I'm not hungry," she said."You should eat something," he repeated."And then I suppose I should have sex," she said dryly."Might make you feel better." He grinned, but it faded when she didn't smile back.He had said enough. He continued to eat."What is that?" she asked."Quiche," he answered. "I made it myself." You cook?" she asked.He shot her a look. "I run a resort," he reminded her."Yeah," she sighed. "You don't have much to do this week, thanks to us."He put down.