The virus had swept through the entire ship, the UCE Hooded in just over 68 hours. The symptoms saw the heart rates, blood pressure readings and temperature rising, as well as increased sensitivity in the nipples and genital areas. Eventually, those affected sought sexual from anyone or anything they could.
When she found her cabinmate pleasuring herself with the entire head of their sonic shower, Ensign Lizbeth ran from the aroused crew members. Making her way across the ship, Lizbeth tried to avoid the roving gangbangs and the predatory officers, hoping to get to the communications station and sending an SOS.
Little did she realise that the navigator, in an attempt to double penetrate herself with the ship's controls, had inadvertently set the Hooded on a course with a black hole.
As Lizbeth approached the station, she could already feel the trickle of arousal seep from her pussy. Each step made her more and more horny, aching for release. Leaning against the corridor and still desperate to send a message to Earth, Lizbeth tweaked her uniform's sensors to vibrate, something to relieve the pressure as she patched into the communications array. The orgasm built higher and higher as the Hooded approached the event horizon of the black hole.
The final message from the Hooded was Ensign Lizbeth's aroused gasps on the cusp of orgasm. An orgasm that would take an eternity to pass.