Poxitarium Invade

A Debt to Be Paid

As they enter the confines of the base, Kaizu’s hand grabs her arm, pulling her into a secluded chamber. The door slams shut behind them, and she’s acutely aware of how alone they are. Kaizu’s eyes bore into hers, filled with a predatory hunger that makes her skin crawl.

“You made a promise,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “And I intend to collect.”

Kaizu’s warrior suit, a tough, blue and white armor with a sheen like polished steel, clatters to the ground. His muscled form, slick with sweat from the day’s tension, looms above her as he unfastens the plates, revealing the taut skin beneath.

Her own suit, a lighter pink that matches the unusual hue of her skin, is softer in design but still formidable, designed to shield her in battle. Kaizu’s gaze lingers on her armor with a mix of curiosity and disdain before he begins to remove it, savoring the vulnerability that emerges with each piece discarded.

“You said you’d do anything,” Kaizu murmurs, his hand tracing the curve of her throat with deliberate slowness.

“Let’s see how desperate you really are.” His fingers tighten around her throat, not quite choking, but enough to make his power undeniable. The thrill of her pulse under his grip sends a dark, malicious delight coursing through him. He’s in control—completely, ruthlessly.

"Kaizu..." she says trembling.

"I am still virgin.." looking ashamed in the opposite direction while hoping he would stop.

She shudders, her breath hitching as she feels his hand slide lower, grazing her skin as if testing her limits.

"Please...don't" squinting her eyes, realizing how much she's been caught in The General's web and now Kaizu's.

He takes his time undressing her, savoring the fear in her eyes, the way her body tenses under his touch. The anticipation builds as his own arousal grows. He relishes the feeling of peeling the layers, watching as her defenses crumble.

"I couldn't give a fuck" he says indifferently, while gazing upon her with cold eyes.

When Kaizu presses against her, his cock is rigid with desire. His hand grips her waist, pulling her closer until she can feel the hardness straining against his pants. He undoes them slowly, the rough fabric brushing against her thighs as he reveals himself. His cock, thick and ready, brushes against her skin, making her blood run cold.

He strokes himself, teasing her with the sight, his eyes locked onto hers as he watches every flicker of emotion—fear, defiance, reluctant arousal. The air grows heavy with the scent of sweat and lust, a heady mix that awakens a deep instinct.

Her skin, flushed with a deeper pink, radiates a subtle glow—something Kaizu dismisses as he does not perceive energy. He doesn’t know that it’s tied to her energy, that this glow is something the General has carefully manipulated. To him, it’s just another exotic feature to exploit.

He shoves her onto the cot, his armor long forgotten on the floor. The weight of his body pins her down, and she’s powerless beneath him. There’s a moment where their eyes meet—his filled with raw need, hers brimming with tears. He revels in it, that mix of shame and desire that makes her squirm beneath him. It fuels him, spurring him to thrust deeper, harder, as if claiming her submission is the only thing that matters.

Kaizu’s mind races between the brutality of the act and something more—something unfamiliar. There’s a part of him that wants to protect her, to shield her from the world that demands so much of them both. But he crushes that thought, burying it beneath the layers of dominance and control.

Kaizu leans down, pressing his lips to her ear. “You feel that? You’re mine now,” he whispers, his voice laced with both malice and something deeper. He can feel her trembling beneath him, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps as she struggles between fear and reluctant pleasure. His hand moves between her legs, his fingers teasing her with a rough, demanding touch, making her body betray her even further.

She whimpers, torn between resisting and surrendering to the sensations. Kaizu’s eyes narrow as he watches her, taking in every expression, every twitch of her muscles. ~She’s fighting it~, he thinks with a dark thrill.

He can feel her body react beneath him, each shudder and gasp fueling his need for control. The raw friction, the way she arches against him—it's a battle between her shame and her body’s betrayal, and he revels in every moment of it.

"It hurts..." she whispers, tears of despair falling down her cheek.

He looks down and notices red liquid on his cock, while still pounding.

"You begged for this" pounding harder and harder, making her feel like she's nothing.

The chamber is filled with the sounds of their conflicting desires: his harsh breaths, her cried moans, the wet sounds. He tells himself he’s only interested in breaking her, but the thought claws at the back of his mind, irritating him. He isn’t supposed to feel anything beyond this dark satisfaction, but there’s an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. Anger surges within him, pushing him to thrust even harder, forcing her to submit completely to his pace.

“Don’t pretend you’re not feeling this,” he growls through clenched teeth, his voice laced with both accusation and command.

She turns her face away, trying to hide the tears that slip down her cheeks, but he grabs her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes, brimming with humiliation and a flicker of reluctant desire, meet his own.

Kaizu’s hand slips between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing it softly with the help of her liquids, with just enough pressure to make her squirm. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he taunts, watching as her expression twists in a mix of pleasure and shame. His touch, while still dominant, takes on a more deliberate rhythm, his hips grinding against hers with a controlled intensity that seeks more than just her submission—it seeks to draw out every ounce of pleasure, to make her lose herself completely.

"Forget the pain, surrender and you're gonna feel good" he says smirking, cupping her breasts and arching her back with the other hand.

He leans in more towards her, looking at her trembling chin and lips,loosing control, he thrusts deeper but slowly and kisses her, leading to a momentum of spiked pleasure and desire. She submits by looking into his eyes, pleasure overtaking her.

"Mmm.." she lets out a softly moan.

"Oh you like it softer then?" the gleam in his eyes is burning with passion and desire.

He thrusts rhythmically - 1 slow and deep thrust- then two medium thrusts enough to hit her g spot 1 again slow, two medium pounds again. This rhythm drives her insane as she let's out an uncontrollable moan while her head arches backwards.

He kisses her neck slowly while keeping the rhythm. "Look at your face" he says pleased and sadistic, enjoying her every reaction. He tightens his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh with bruising force. “You’re mine,” he growls, as much to convince himself as to remind her of the twisted reality they’re trapped in.

The General’s Silent Power

Unbeknownst to Kaizu, the General has been silently observing them through hidden surveillance, his eyes cold and calculating as he watches the scene unfold. He sees every touch, every gasp, every tear that slips down her cheek, and it only deepens his sense of superiority. ~She’s still mine~, he thinks with a cruel smirk, confident that no matter what Kaizu does to her, she’ll always be bound by the strings he controls.

The General’s fingers tap rhythmically against his desk as he considers his next move. He knows that Kaizu is getting closer to her, even if the fool doesn’t realize it himself. ~Good~, he muses. ~ It’ll make it that much sweeter when I tear them apart~.

Back in the Chamber: Twisted Climax

Kaizu’s pace quickens, his body tensing as he feels himself drawing closer to the edge. He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear as he grinds out, “You’ll remember this every time you see me. "

She gasps, her body responding despite her mind screaming in defiance. Her legs tremble as the intensity builds, the shame of her own pleasure making her tears flow freely and soft moans escaping her mouth.

The feeling inside her ,soft grazing, pulsating, he feels it coming.

Kaizu’s release hits like a wave, his grip tightening almost painfully as he spills inside her with a low, guttural groan while choking her softly.

As he pulls away, he watches her carefully, studying the way she trembles in the aftermath.

Without a word, he exits the chamber, leaving her curled up and shaking on the cot.

The General’s Hidden Scheme

Meanwhile, the General leans back in his chair, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. He’s been watching the interactions between Kaizu and the girl closely, analyzing every nuance, every subtle shift in their dynamic. ~Kaizu’s slipping~, he muses, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. ~He's already tangled in the web I’ve spun.~

For him, this is all part of a larger plan—using her unique energy, conditioning her responses, and bending Kaizu to his will.

He’s aware of her true nature, the pink glow of her skin tied to the energy he’s been carefully manipulating for weeks. It’s a subtle power, one that only he fully understands, and it gives him a sick sense of satisfaction knowing that neither Kaizu nor the girl is truly in control.

The General’s Dark Anticipation

The General watches the video feed of Kaizu, observing how the man’s usually unshakable demeanor is slightly frayed around the edges. The way he clutches his drink, the tension in his shoulders—it all speaks to an inner conflict that the General is keenly aware of. ~You’re already losing, Kaizu~, he thinks with a smirk.

The General’s thoughts turn to her next. He’s planted enough seeds of doubt and fear in her mind that he knows she’s ripe for further manipulation. ~She’ll come running back to me when she’s desperate enough~, he muses, his fingers brushing over the controls that monitor her energy levels.

He imagines her standing before him, trembling in that beautiful mix of fear and reluctant submission, her pink glow a testament to his mastery over her energy. ~She’ll break completely soon enough~, he thinks, a dark satisfaction curling in his chest.

As he turned back to his desk, his mind drifted back to the surveillance footage from earlier. He could still see the image of her trembling beneath Kaizu, her pink skin glowing with that unique energy only he could see. It was a power he had harnessed, one that made her all the more valuable to him. She had no idea how much he had manipulated her—how much of her responses, her desires, were the result of his careful conditioning.

The General's fingers traced the controls on his desk, bringing up the monitor that displayed her quarters. She was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, her body still shaking from the encounter. He zoomed in, watching the way she held herself, trying to piece herself back together after what had happened.

A dark satisfaction curling through him as he watched her. The pink hue of her skin was fading now, returning to its normal shade, but he knew how to bring it back. He had planted the seeds of her conditioning deep, intertwining them with her very essence. All it would take was a few more pushes, a few more encounters, and she would be entirely under his control—body, mind, and soul.

He switched off the monitor, his thoughts already spinning the web tighter around them both. Soon, they would both realize that escape was impossible, that their fates were sealed by the very desires they were trying so desperately to deny.

Kaizu’s mind is a swirling mess as he strides down the dim corridors, his expression hard but inwardly tormented.

He finally returns to the common area, where the alien women he’s used for distraction in the past still linger, eager for his attention. But he leaves, couldn't stand them now.

As Kaizu made his way to his quarters, he caught a glimpse of the General out of the corner of his eye. The man was watching him, his expression unreadable, but Kaizu could sense the amusement there. The General knew something—something that Kaizu was still trying to grasp.

“Kaizu,” the General said, his voice smooth and controlled as he turned to face him, holding a hand in his pocket. “What brings you here at this hour?”

Kaizu clenched his fists at his sides, struggling to keep his emotions in check. “I need to talk,” he said, his voice gruff. “About… her.”

The General raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement passing through his eyes. “Ah, I see,” he said, gesturing for Kaizu to sit. “You’re troubled by recent events, I take it?”

Kaizu hesitated, but finally nodded, sinking into the chair opposite the General. “I don’t understand what’s happening,” he admitted, his voice low. “She’s… she’s getting to me in ways she shouldn’t. I’m losing focus.”

The General leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regarded Kaizu with a thoughtful expression. “It’s not uncommon,” he began, his tone deceptively gentle. “To feel a connection with someone you’ve… shared such intense battles with. The mind can play tricks, blurring the lines between comradery and desire.”

Kaizu frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. “This is more than that,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “It’s like she’s inside my head, making me doubt myself.”

The General leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp as he studied Kaizu’s face. “And why do you think that is?” he asked, his voice low and probing. “What is it about her that affects you so deeply?”

Kaizu’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, unable to meet the General’s piercing gaze. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “She’s… different. There’s something about her… something I can’t shake.”

The General’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though he kept his expression neutral. “You’re right,” he said softly. “She is different. And that difference is exactly why she’s so valuable, so admiring."

Kaizu’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing in a feeling of jealousy. “You felt it too? ” he asked, blood rushing through his veins, trying to hide his jealousy.

The General’s smile was cold and calculating. “She’s not just any soldier, Kaizu,” he explained, his voice dripping with condescension. “She’s one of a kind. Now, go along."

Before Kaizu could say anything, The General asked him to leave, leaving him wondering what he truly meant.

As the door slammed shut behind Kaizu, the General leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. He had pushed Kaizu just far enough.

Tense Confrontation

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft chime. She gets ready in a softer pink warrior suit, not for war, or fighting creatures, but mostly for training. The suit is tight around her curves, with lines of shades of pink, around her breasts and legs,wore with her mask, she always wears that mask. Never took it, maybe a symbol of not liking or accepting her own self, not even in her sleep or shower. It's somehow embodied in her skin maybe, it's easy to wipe tears, tho no one seen her eyes completely, always with an almost cosmic purple to pink hue white shiny dots as if glimmering with stars.

A message, summoning her once again. She knew what it meant, knew that the night wasn't over.

The hallway leading to the General's office seemed longer than usual, each step heavier as she approached the door. The alarm had been a stark reminder of her duties, but the dread that twisted her insides had nothing to do with battlefield dangers. It was the man waiting for her inside, the cold, calculating General who wielded his power like a weapon, that caused the anxiety to swell within her.

She paused briefly before the door, steadying herself, knowing full well that she was about to walk into a different kind of battle—one where every word, every glance, was a maneuver in a dangerous game of control. She took a deep breath and pressed the button to enter.

The door slid open with a soft hiss, and she stepped into the dimly lit office. The General stood by the large window, his back turned to her, gazing out at the bleak, unforgiving landscape that matched his personality.

In close proximity to him, two alien women were restrained with their hands tied up to the ceiling, rendering them immobile. Their lithe, indigo-to-purple hued bodies were exposed, with only remnants of their white clothing clinging to them, revealing their most intimate parts. Their delicate skin, adorned with black polka dots, glistened under the light.

In place of humanoid genitalia or breasts, their genital holes were located on their upper abdomen. These openings were visibly aroused, each one penetrated by two vibrating sticks, which elicited a continuous flow of shimmering white liquid from within. Their slender, agile forms were positioned on their knees, side by side, as they took turns pleasuring the guard with their mouths. In their knees both of them, near each other, sucking the guard's cock, one after another, Tolius with his both arms leading their heads, while injecting them with something suspicious from time to time.

His groans and occasional curses in the Poxits language filled the air, creating an unsettling atmosphere that highlighted the peculiar beauty and vulnerability of these otherworldly beings.

"Argh.. Lopark...Iork."

"Hehehe..." pushing the head of the alien woman deeper, gagging her and leaving her there to fight, her eyes flooding with tears. She gets slapped by the guard, following "You slut.. LOPARK!... Deeper, he says menacing while spitting on her face.

"Broptiz lakut lopark you fucking slut! ", a combination with english and Poxitarium language, as if mimicking a Russian.

The room was cold, the air heavy with the weight of his unspoken expectations.

For a moment, she considered turning around, leaving before he could notice her presence, but the thought was fleeting. She was bound to him in more ways than one, and there was no escaping this confrontation.

The General didn’t turn to acknowledge her immediately. He let the silence stretch, the tension building until it felt like the very walls were closing in on her. She tried to not look at the landscape before her eyes, making her having an unsettling fear of what she's put herself into, or more likely, what she's been forced to enter in exactly.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he turned to face her, his expression unreadable except for the cold, calculating smile that played on his lips.

“You did well today,” he said, his voice smooth, every word laced with a condescension that made her stomach churn. I’m pleased.”

She nodded, her throat tight as she swallowed hard. “Thank you, Sir.”

He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, his eyes narrowing as he studied her with an intensity that made her feel as though he could see straight through her. The way his gaze roamed over her made her feel exposed, vulnerable, as though every secret she tried to keep hidden was laid bare before him.

“But I can’t help but wonder…” His voice dropped to a low murmur, each word a calculated probe into her psyche. “…how far you’re willing to go to prove your loyalty to me.”, holding her arm, looking at the aliens in expectation.

Her heart skipped a beat, a cold sweat breaking out along the back of her neck. His words were a challenge, a test, and she could feel the weight of his gaze stripping away any pretense she might have. It wasn’t just about the mission anymore—it was about something deeper, something far more personal.

“What do you mean, Sir?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though she already knew the answer.

The General leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming, his breath warm against her skin as he spoke. “I think you know exactly what I mean,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. The dangerous mix of amusement and desire that gleamed there made her pulse quicken with fear and a reluctant, shameful thrill.

She stood frozen, her mind spinning as the gravity of the situation sank in. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls tightening as the General’s intentions became all too clear. This was more than just a test of loyalty; it was a twisted game of control, and he was savoring every second of it.

“Remember,” he whispered, his voice dark and silky, the words wrapping around her.

She could feel the walls pressing in on her, the air growing thicker with each breath as her mind raced. There was no escape from this, no way out that didn’t lead to deeper entanglement.

"Your fate is in my hands" he grabs her arm harsher, leading it to his groin,stroking it with her hand.

The General’s power over her was absolute, just as Kaizu’s had been in that chamber, and she was caught in his web with no hope of breaking free.

She nodded slowly, her heart heavy with the weight of what was to come, every muscle in her body tensed as though preparing for an unseen blow, while fighting to take her hand back, blushing.

"Sir.. Please.." she steps back gaining freedom, feeling an intense rush of energy from her hand. ~... Is.. That energy?.. ~ she thinks to herself, her heart beating fast at the realization of what happened last time. Flashback memory of.. - Atomic bomb even... - followed by his menacing laughter.

The General’s smile widened, a sick satisfaction oozing from his every pore as he saw her submission. He stepped back, letting the tension hang in the air between them like a guillotine poised to drop. “Good. Now, go get some rest. You’ll need it. "

Her legs felt like they might give out as she turned to leave, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, anger, disgust—they all churned within her, but there was something else too, something darker and more unsettling. As much as she despised the General, as much as she feared what he might do next, there was a part of her that couldn’t deny the pull of his power, the way it drew her in like a moth to a flame.

Her hand trembling in anguish from the residual strong energy she felt from his thick pants.

The door closed behind her with a soft click, but the sound echoed in her mind, a final punctuation to the ominous promise he had made. This was far from over.

She stumbled into the hallway, her breath uneven as she tried to steady herself. The dim, cold lights overhead flickered intermittently, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mock her distress. Each step was a struggle, her legs heavy with the weight of what had just transpired, and the lingering energy she had felt from his proximity thrummed through her veins like a dull, relentless drumbeat.

The door behind her closed with a soft click, the noise oddly amplified in her ears, marking an end to the encounter but not to the haunting feeling that followed her. It was a quiet, cruel reminder of the General's ominous promise — this was far from over, and she knew it.

She wandered aimlessly until she found herself at the entrance of the cafeteria, a stark, sterile space filled with rows of dull metal tables and chairs. The air was thick with the scent of unfamiliar foods, a heady mixture of spices, sweet syrups, and tangy marinades that turned her stomach and yet strangely pulled her in.

Her eyes scanned the assortment of alien delicacies on display, her attention finally settling on a small, translucent piece of cake. Its jelly-like consistency shimmered under the fluorescent lights, a vibrant green with flecks of black seeds scattered within, resembling tiny bursts of starlight suspended in gelatinous form. She hesitated only for a moment before picking it up, her hand still trembling from the residual energy that seemed to cling to her like an unwanted second skin.

Sitting down at the nearest table, she placed the strange dessert in front of her. It looked both inviting and alien, like something that should be familiar but wasn’t. Her fingers lightly grazed its surface; it was cool and slightly sticky to the touch. She took a tentative bite, the jelly yielding easily to her teeth.

The flavor was a burst of unexpected sweetness, unlike anything she had tasted before. It was rich, with layers of complexity: a blend of tangy green citrus and a subtle undercurrent of vanilla-like notes, mingled with a hint of floral that was almost too delicate to place. The black seeds inside gave a slight crunch, releasing a bitter aftertaste that balanced the overwhelming sweetness, like a secret whisper of something darker hidden within the pleasant facade.

As she chewed, she felt a peculiar warmth spreading through her chest, the taste oddly comforting, yet tinged with the bitterness of her thoughts. Her mind raced back to the General's words, to the unnerving sense of control he had exerted over her. Every bite of the cake was a defiant act, a small comfort she could claim for herself in a world that offered her so little of it.

With each mouthful, she tried to push away the shadows that loomed over her, savoring the fleeting pleasure of the dessert. But the sweet tang of the cake couldn’t quite mask the lingering taste of fear and uncertainty, or the foreboding sensation that her reprieve was only temporary. As she finished the last bite, she closed her eyes, wishing, if only for a moment, to escape the relentless pull of the future that awaited her.

As she walked back to her quarters, the weight of the day’s events pressed down on her like a heavy shroud. The encounter with Kaizu had been brutal, leaving her body and mind battered, but this—this was something else entirely. The General’s intentions were clear, and she knew she was walking a razor’s edge.

But as she entered her quarters, a spark of defiance flared within her.

She sank onto the edge of her bed, her body still trembling from the day’s events.

This was just the beginning, and she knew she would need every ounce of her strength to survive what came next.

She puts herself in her sleeping pod, falling asleep, without realizing, she fantasizes about the heat between the Kaizu and The General that she had.

Translations

Lork - Now

Broptiz - Fucking told you

Lakut - To go

Lopark - Deeper