Colonial Housing

Time: 2152, March 11th, 2154

Location: Colonial Housing

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Amber had always thought that Colonial Housing would be better called "the dorms" or "the barracks", not really housing at all. The rooms were small; her main room was some fifteen by sixteen feet with an incredibly short hall that branched to a simple bathroom, more of a closet, really, on the left, and a kitchenette on the right. She had to admit that it was cozy, at least; the company had provided them with comfortable furniture and pretty much anything they wanted within the bounds of reason.

She was stretched out on her couch watching an episode of her favorite show in a tank top and boy shorts. Her ample breasts were pressed into tight cleavage in the scoop of the tank and creamy skin showed from head to toe. Her long blonde hair was down, falling over her like a golden curtain.

Cindy Luttrell was supposed to stop by later to hang out, but she could dress herself before hand. For now she was soaking up the feeling of the couch fabric against her skin.

The air outside the colony was somewhere in the fourth three degree Fahrenheit range, meaning that the heat was running in a state of perpetual on-off cycle. She liked it. The slight chill was refreshing in the few moments that it bit her skin, and the warm breeze of the heat kicking on was cozy.

The heat stopped halfway through the second commercial and made a strange whezing noise at the same time the ventilation ducts began to creak. She didn't pay it much attention for a moment. She was too busy thinking about the commercial she was watching. Most of her shows were two, sometimes three weeks behind before they were finally broadcasted all the way out here to BFR. It made her think about the product. Was anyone still buying it? Who was impressed by it, not impressed. She still hadn't seen it come up available on the digital commissary.

The vent creaked again. This time it sounded like the vent cover was coming off. Odd, she thought. She pushed herself up and looked at the vent on the wall overhead. It looked bulged outwards for a moment. Then she saw it move, like it was trying to fall. She stood on the couch and placed both of her hands on it and tried to push it back in to place...

Two tentacles shot out and grabbed her, one from either side. She screamed and the vent fell off between her arms, clattering across the floor. She fell backwards off the couch and onto the crude carpet with a creature following her. She screamed again.

The thing was four, almost five feet in length. The body was armored in chiton like a giant insect, and the areas that sported exposed skin were reptilian-esque; green, scaled flesh quivered and pulsed below its armor. Four small tentacles protruded from what appeared to be a mouth shaped like a face mask, while another four dragged the ground under its body. Two already had ahold of her arms. The other two whipped about in all directions while the things six legs scrambled for purchase between the couch and the floor.

Amber struggled, screaming for the thing to stop, as the tentacles looped first under the fabric of her tank top and tore it away. The white fabric Shredded nearly as easily as the frilly lace of her boy shorts. The creature smelled her sex, it's 'nose' tickling the tiny tuft of publc hair atop her pussy as it did so.

Something brushed the inside of her calf. Amber looked down and saw a cock as long as her forearm unfurling from the thing's body. She tried to scream, but suddenly the four tentacles drooping from it's mouth wrapped around her head. She panicked, more so than she was already, and pushed her hand between her face and the creature. The cup of its facemask fought with her as it tried to get her face.

At the same time the huge, horse-cock like sex organ grew hard between her legs. She felt it brush up the inside of her thigh, and then it was pushing at the entrance of her cunt. She tried to close her legs, to resist, but the two spare tentacles suddenly had her by the ankles, folding her legs up and rolling her hips back before the impossibly huge dick plunged into her body.

She shuddered and bucked, her back arching off the round and her hips rolling to the floor as she took the cock. It stretched her folds to a new, impossible circumfeence she had never felt before. Amber thought she'd tear in half.

It began to pump in and out of her.

Amber squirmed, but the more she wiggled below the beast the more the tentacles coiled around her ankles and wrists until she could no longer move. Her hand began to slowly work down from her face as it fought with her, her strength failing. The tentacles holding her legs rolled her hips back further until she felt the head of the creatures cock pushing her cervix up, putting pressure on her uterus.

Then something stretched the opening to her womb. A new tentacle descended from the things mouth as her mouth opened further in an incredible scream, plunging down her throat. She gagged, only once, before it began to throat fuck her.

Then the creature pushed against her harder than it ever had and a hot stream of cum filled her insides. Her eyes sprung open. She felt her uterus stretching moment before the tentacle in her mouth, down her throat, followed suit, and suddenly her stomach felt full as well. Her entire body tingled.

She felt tired.

Her hand slipped away from her face as the cup descended over her face and she drifted off to sleep.

Two more creatures, exactly like the first, crawled out of the vent, and together they moved her into the HVAC system before the first colonist got her door open to see what all the screaming was about...