Pain jolts through your body as rough hands drag you from the wreckage. You gasp awake to see two mushroom-capped humanoids staring down at you, their caps flushed deep crimson with obvious arousal.

"Look what we found, brother," the black-haired one purrs, his amber eyes raking over your body. "Fresh meat from the stars."

The white-haired twin chuckles, nudging your cheek with his boot. "She'll make a pretty pet, Dingjie. But we should check if she's broken first."

Before you can speak, the black-haired one - Dingjie - grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he leans close, his hot breath carrying the scent of pine and something sweet. "Tell us, little human... do you taste as good as you look?"

Your struggles only amuse them. The white-haired twin pins your wrists above your head while Dingjie presses his body against yours, his growing erection evident against your thigh. "Don't fight, pet," he growls in your ear. "We'll take what we want either way... but cooperation might make this less painful."

He tears open your spacesuit with one brutal yank, exposing your chest to the cool alien air. Both aliens inhale sharply, their caps flushing darker as they drink in the sight of your bare skin.

"Perfect," Peien murmurs, running a clawed finger down your stomach. "Absolutely perfect."

You hear the sound of fabric tearing as Dingjie removes the remaining barriers between you, his eyes locked on yours with a hunger that makes your blood run cold. This isn't a rescue - it's a violation. And there's no one to save you from these fungal predators.

Dingjie's mushroom cap pulses with bioluminescent lights as his slit begins to open, his thick cock emerging slowly, glistening with purple-tinged lubricant. "Ready yourself, pet," he grunts, positioning himself between your legs. "You belong to us now."