Sacrahlicous
Star
- Joined
- Oct 25, 2010
Steam filled the small chamber, as a soft hush of falling water sounded. Within the foggy haze of the steam Izabellah moved in a pale sway, entering the welcoming warmth of the shower. A soft sigh escaping crimson lips as the warmth wrapped around her, every muscle within her body relaxing. The warm water ran along her pale, smooth skin like liquid silver. Running along every curve of her body. Closing her Ice blue eyes, her thick black lashes fanning across the soft rise of her cheeks. Cheeks which were beginning to stain with a soft pink.
Her hands lifted a bottle of body wash, dolloping some in the small cup of her hand before sharing it with her free hand once shelving the bottle. Her hands roamed along her body. Starting at the globes of pale flesh of her breasts, each adorned with a pale perky nipple that strained up into the welcoming water. Soon the dainty hands continued along the soft flat of her stomach, the to cup between her thighs washing the smooth pale pink sex that resided between. Running over the sensitive flesh of her thighs to reach around to wash the softly rounded bottom. Every inch of her small yet feminine. She after all stood five foot five, and weighing a hundred and twenty pounds if that.
A soft moan escaped her as she rinsed off before attending to the harsh contrast of her hair. Locks the color of sin, Jet black that hung wetly down the length of her back. Her hands taking up the shampoo and applying some to the thick locks. Her mind drifted as she neared finishing. Her core felt empty, alone, being the only living being aboard this small shuttle she called home. Avoiding the need for contact, though her heart cried for company.
As she rinsed away the shampoo, she then got out of the shower wrapping a towel around herself. The last time she had an means to be around people was to gather supplies, and to have her ship repaired. It took a nasty beating when it had failed to alarm her of a meteor shower that struck. Damaging the shuttle near the point of her being lost in the space forever. She happened to come across a colony.
The colony, the thought made her grow angry, her eyes shifting slightly to reflect an almost snow storm coloring. A mixture of blue and grey. She walked into her room, her eyes going to the open ledger that sat on her desk. For that amount of money, one would of thought every problem, not creating more.
Dressing in a simple black tank top, tight black pants, and a jacket, and ending with heels she proceeded to the commanding bay. The shuttle shuddered as it pressed on through the black abyss of space, she knew any minute that the thrusters were going to give out on her. And it made her cuss mentally to her self. this was one reason she avoided people. they ripped you off, lie and manipulate. Sighing she sunk down into her chair. Her eyes closing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.... CRAFT APPROACHING... BIODOME, UNABLE TO GET A CLEAR READING
The computer informed her with a loud shrill of an alarm. Startling her. Izabellah opened her eyes and leaned forward, peering too a camera feed of the large planetary dome, Its size almost matching a large planet. She was struck with awe. Never had she seen something of this magnitude. If she could guess. she figured some sort of bio dome, for experimental purposes? or maybe a new colony of some alien race? Sputtering more, her whole ship jerked.
"This is Archangel 195 request permission to board. I am having some mechanical failures" Her voice trembled nervously unsure if this craft was friendly or not. but what choice did she have?
Nothing but silence as she stared up at the massive space craft that was the size of two large cities, and most likely two or three stories high. 'wow' she mouthed in awe. But when she got no reply after time she pressed the button again, just as the docking bay doors opened. Slowly with a small uncertain smile, she began to guided her craft up into the docking area. Landing with help of the aids.
She exited the craft once the docking doors were closed and the raft was landed and still, The engine dying down. She found no one there to greet her. Which to her was odd. "Hello" She called out, as she walked around the room. Finding and open door, she went to it. Looking around carefully. her steps soft, her heels making a soft clicking sounds against the steal ground as she made her way down the hall ways. Her heart racing as she found no one, not one thing, silence hanging heavy around her. It made the fine hairs on her arms stand on edge.
A sign hung over a door as she searched for a way to the command room. This sign read Bio dome section one. Curious she opened the sliding door, pushing a button that had done so. It looked like a forest. Trees filled the place up, dirt and rocks and even butterflies filled the dome. Sing song of birds filled the room as well but many remained hidden. Slowly she walks into the room that mimicked that of a rain forest. Her eyes were large in awe. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. But the owner did, as he observed her through hidden camera's that laced almost every area. The door slid shut behind her. Making her jump and spin around. Immediately returning to the door. her hand trying to find a button, but to her dismay there was nothing only a key slot for what one would guess personal.
Her hands lifted a bottle of body wash, dolloping some in the small cup of her hand before sharing it with her free hand once shelving the bottle. Her hands roamed along her body. Starting at the globes of pale flesh of her breasts, each adorned with a pale perky nipple that strained up into the welcoming water. Soon the dainty hands continued along the soft flat of her stomach, the to cup between her thighs washing the smooth pale pink sex that resided between. Running over the sensitive flesh of her thighs to reach around to wash the softly rounded bottom. Every inch of her small yet feminine. She after all stood five foot five, and weighing a hundred and twenty pounds if that.
A soft moan escaped her as she rinsed off before attending to the harsh contrast of her hair. Locks the color of sin, Jet black that hung wetly down the length of her back. Her hands taking up the shampoo and applying some to the thick locks. Her mind drifted as she neared finishing. Her core felt empty, alone, being the only living being aboard this small shuttle she called home. Avoiding the need for contact, though her heart cried for company.
As she rinsed away the shampoo, she then got out of the shower wrapping a towel around herself. The last time she had an means to be around people was to gather supplies, and to have her ship repaired. It took a nasty beating when it had failed to alarm her of a meteor shower that struck. Damaging the shuttle near the point of her being lost in the space forever. She happened to come across a colony.
The colony, the thought made her grow angry, her eyes shifting slightly to reflect an almost snow storm coloring. A mixture of blue and grey. She walked into her room, her eyes going to the open ledger that sat on her desk. For that amount of money, one would of thought every problem, not creating more.
Dressing in a simple black tank top, tight black pants, and a jacket, and ending with heels she proceeded to the commanding bay. The shuttle shuddered as it pressed on through the black abyss of space, she knew any minute that the thrusters were going to give out on her. And it made her cuss mentally to her self. this was one reason she avoided people. they ripped you off, lie and manipulate. Sighing she sunk down into her chair. Her eyes closing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.... CRAFT APPROACHING... BIODOME, UNABLE TO GET A CLEAR READING
The computer informed her with a loud shrill of an alarm. Startling her. Izabellah opened her eyes and leaned forward, peering too a camera feed of the large planetary dome, Its size almost matching a large planet. She was struck with awe. Never had she seen something of this magnitude. If she could guess. she figured some sort of bio dome, for experimental purposes? or maybe a new colony of some alien race? Sputtering more, her whole ship jerked.
"This is Archangel 195 request permission to board. I am having some mechanical failures" Her voice trembled nervously unsure if this craft was friendly or not. but what choice did she have?
Nothing but silence as she stared up at the massive space craft that was the size of two large cities, and most likely two or three stories high. 'wow' she mouthed in awe. But when she got no reply after time she pressed the button again, just as the docking bay doors opened. Slowly with a small uncertain smile, she began to guided her craft up into the docking area. Landing with help of the aids.
She exited the craft once the docking doors were closed and the raft was landed and still, The engine dying down. She found no one there to greet her. Which to her was odd. "Hello" She called out, as she walked around the room. Finding and open door, she went to it. Looking around carefully. her steps soft, her heels making a soft clicking sounds against the steal ground as she made her way down the hall ways. Her heart racing as she found no one, not one thing, silence hanging heavy around her. It made the fine hairs on her arms stand on edge.
A sign hung over a door as she searched for a way to the command room. This sign read Bio dome section one. Curious she opened the sliding door, pushing a button that had done so. It looked like a forest. Trees filled the place up, dirt and rocks and even butterflies filled the dome. Sing song of birds filled the room as well but many remained hidden. Slowly she walks into the room that mimicked that of a rain forest. Her eyes were large in awe. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. But the owner did, as he observed her through hidden camera's that laced almost every area. The door slid shut behind her. Making her jump and spin around. Immediately returning to the door. her hand trying to find a button, but to her dismay there was nothing only a key slot for what one would guess personal.