And despite her training, despite all the instincts telling her to escape and call for help, her melting mind told her that she was loving this.
She moaned as the tentacle pushed itself into her hole, stretching her walls inch by inch as it eased in. It felt amazing - every cell in her body was tingling as the tentacle pushed in a little, then pulled out, then in a little more, then out. Her eyes rolled back before closing as she let herself be fucked by the strange pink monster that seemed to surround her, the feelers on her ankles and wrists loosening as her body relaxed. Soon the glowing pink appendage was fully inserted, and she moaned again as it moved inside her, teasing her cervix and her g-spot. The one in her mouth started moving faster, gently picking up its pace as it fucked her throat, keeping perfect rhythm with the one in her pussy.
Imelda was fully enjoying herself now, under the influence of the strange drug these things secreted. She felt herself squeezing around the member inside her, working each muscle in turn in an unconscious effort to pull it deeper, and she was rewarded with a sudden, sharp thrust that made her choke on another groan of pleasure. Eyes still closed, she squeezed again, and the damn thing started fucking her faster, matched by the one in her mouth. Long strokes that she was sure rivaled those of the men on Earth that she had never had the pleasure of feeling. She had always been too busy, she had reasoned with herself as a teen and a young adult, more focused on her dreams of traveling the cosmos than on letting her peers cum inside her. But now, wrapped up in the throes of these tentacles, she found her foggy mind wondering what it would feel like if the sticky fluid running down her throat were to fill… other places.
Fuck, suddenly her mind was reeling with the possibilities of where she could take the fluid. She wanted to be filled in every hole. Covered in it. She needed it desperately, and suddenly she was bouncing on the tentacle like she’d seen in the pornos of her early teenhood, trying to ride the cock-like monster. Bouncing on her knees, her thighs aching with the effort, she moaned louder around the thick beast in her mouth as she fucked herself on its companion. Her stomach felt tight and hot, and her clit was throbbing with need. A moment longer, and suddenly she was pressing her hips down as hard as she could on the tentacle in her pussy, trembling all over as her first orgasm in years overtook her. She would’ve screamed through the bliss if her mouth wasn’t so full.
The unseen monster responded by rearranging her. Something warm and thick and wet wrapped around her torso, and she opened her eyes to see a large pink limb wrapping around her waist. Before she could register what was happening, it lifted her into the air, and the matching pink bindings around her arms and legs tugged at her until she was suspended spread-eagle and belly-down in the air. Her long, silky black hair had come untangled from the tight bun she’d put it in before she arrived here, falling into her face as the first tentacle continued to fuck her mouth. This was absolute ecstasy. Moaning, Imelda closed her eyes again as she gave herself over to the pseudo-dicks thrusting in and out of her mouth and pussy, the ones wrapped around her massive tits still sending shocks of pleasure through her as they jerked on her protruding nipples.
Another of the euphoric appendages reached out to rub circles over her ass, the tip of it teasing her hole. She had never experimented back there, and some distant part of her knew she should be scared. But the fluid had drugged her so heavily that she found herself excited to be stuffed in all three holes, and she did her best to arch her hips towards the intruder, faltering as the other one fucked her pussy faster. She shivered as the other one continued to massage her before poking at her asshole again - a moment later, and she moaned loudly around the tentacle in her mouth as the new one pushed deep into her ass, stretching her untouched hole to its breaking point. She closed her eyes again to enjoy the sensations. The part of her that was still somewhat sane - however small it was - was thankful for the slime coating each one, acting as a lubricant to allow for an easier, smoother fuck. She shivered as the one in her ass started moving. It didn’t bother to start slow, and instead immediately picked up the same speed as the other two.
While the one in her cunt moved in and out with quick, sharp strokes that she was sure she could feel in her stomach, she began to move her tongue in rhythm with the one in her mouth. The lack of a gag reflex was exciting, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do. She tried her best to breathe through her nose as she worked her tongue along the shaft of the alien member, and was answered with a smaller, flat tentacle reaching up to flick her clit like a human tongue as the bigger one fucked her hole. Jesus Christ, this was heaven. Being fucked in every hole by these strange, glowing pink objects while they licked at her clit and tugged on her nipples was overwhelmingly pleasureable, and a second orgasm crashed over her without warning. She felt completely weightless, floating in satisfaction as the tentacles held her, felt her, and fucked her.
Imelda barely heard the first call from the distant voice, and she blinked slowly, opening her eyes and gazing up lazily at the world above her. Why do I know that voice?
“Captain! Captain Cruz!” the voice called again.
Perrie? Fuck, how long have I been down here? Time had lost all meaning to her, and the captain couldn’t find it in herself to care what happened to her crew when they arrived. The last of her sanity had gone as her second orgasm ebbed away - she only wanted to stay here and let herself be used. She desperately craved more of the pleasure that only this beast could give her.
There was a scuffle around her. Maybe above her or on either side of her, she wasn’t sure. The tentacles flipped her over, holding her upright as the continued to fuck her, and the one in her mouth pulled away, wrapping around her throat instead. The ones playing with her tits and the one licking her clit abandoned her. She coughed, breathing hard to steady her dizziness - and suddenly she was face to face with her head engineer, who was also wrapped in pink, glowing appendages. “Perrie…?” Speaking was suddenly very difficult, perhaps on account of her sore and aching jaw.
“Captain Cruz!” Perrie’s soft, pale skin was white with terror, her blonde ponytail whipping her face as she stared around. “What’s going on? Why are you naked? What is this… this thing doing to you?!”
The captain could only smile lazily as the tentacles in her ass and pussy slowed down. “Feels good…” she murmured. “Want… more…”
“Captain, don’t worry, we’re going to get you out of here - what - hey!”
Perrie and the rest of the crew were struggling all around Imelda as they, too, were stripped naked. Imelda watched excitedly through dazed eyes - she was surprised by how horny it made her to see her crew’s naked bodies. She’d never once considered herself at all attracted to the same sex, but seeing the various nude women with perky tits, big or small, and tight waists, and round asses and wide hips, she couldn’t help but start humping against the tentacles again.
“Captain, please, snap out of it! We can get you out of here.” Perrie sounded unsure of herself as she spoke, but she was trying to be brave. A large, dripping wet cock hovered in front of her face. “Captain, please - Imelda!”
She was silenced as the martian pushed into her mouth, and Imelda moaned as she came again on the glowing cocks, her inner walls spasming around the lengths of them. Just watching her colleagues get stripped and stuffed by this writhing mass of pink was enough to send her reeling again, and she gratefully accepted the feeler that wrapped tighter around her throat before entering her mouth again. She was sure it could feel its own bulge in her throat, and the thought of it thrilled her. The other organs sped up again, with more rejoining her body to toy with her boobs and lick at her oversensitive clit, driving her wild with lust.
This. This is where I belong. She wished she could stay down here forever, simply giving herself over to the monster and never again have to stress over anything. Her only concern would be to serve this thing, to be a sex slave, getting pounded rough and fast in every hole like she was now. Her crew seemed to succumb just as easily, their eyes glazing over as their naked bodies were fondled and fucked by the glowing tentacles. She sighed softly through her nose as she heard them moaning, her pussy squeezing around the false dick again.
Was it her dazed imagination, or were they starting to swell? Yes, she was right. As the one in her pussy pressed right up against her cervix, she realized that the limbs fucking her mouth, pussy, and ass were swelling rapidly, stretching her inside until she was sure some part of her was going to tear. Once again, she thanked her lucky stars for the fluid coating each one, lubricating her so that her skin wouldn’t rip.
The tentacle flicking her clit suddenly laid flat against the sensitive nub, and Imelda damn near screamed as it began sucking in short, hard spurts. The ones on her nipples did the same, and in the moment where they all stopped swelling and hesitated from fucking her senseless, a sweet, thick fluid began to dribble into her mouth, and she could feel it trickling into her ass and her cunt. Her eyes rolled back again as she succumbed to the beginning of what would be the longest and most powerful orgasm of her life.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for air around the weird cock in her mouth. Her pussy was seizing desperately, and her ass clenched tight, but nothing would’ve stopped the tentacles from suddenly spilling open into her body, depositing hundreds of golf ball-sized eggs into her womb and her belly. She moaned and writhed in ecstasy as she felt them sliding down her throat, shaking all over as they filled her womb. Her whole world was spinning around her, and yet she felt more stable than ever in the knowledge that this was her place, her purpose.
Time seemed to freeze altogether as she allowed herself to be impregnated by this beast. She moaned as she felt the other tentacles release her nipples and her clit, instead spattering her with the same sticky pink fluid that drenched the rims of her holes. She wasn’t sure she would survive this orgasm, but she must - she desperately craved the chance to be a host for these eggs. Though she wanted to see the same happen to her crew, she couldn’t find the strength to watch, and her eyes fluttered shut as her belly began to swell with the weight of the eggs inside her. The flow seemed endless, like the monster wanted to make sure she was good and pregnant with its eggs, and she was sure she blacked out more than once.
All too soon, the stream began to slow, until finally it stopped altogether. Imelda was forced to swallow the last of the eggs with a choked gulp! as the tentacle in her mouth pulled out once more. She moaned as the one in her pussy abandoned her, leaving her feeling empty and raw. The one in her asshole gave her one last thrust before pulling away, and she felt unbalanced and heavy as the ones restraining her lowered her onto the ground, releasing her.
She glanced down, dizzy - her tan belly, once smooth and toned, was enormous. She reached a lazy, tired hand up to rub it, and rejoiced as she felt the masses of small, round eggs shifting inside her. Around her, the crew was also being set gently on the ground, each of them naked and covered in pink slime, with their stomachs swollen with life, their pussies and asses used up just as well as their throats.
The last thing Captain Imelda Cruz thought of before dozing off, was that she couldn’t wait for the next rescue crew to discover this wonderfully pleasurable monster.