Go Faster!

"FASTER! MOVE IT!" Samora bellowed.

Nerra did her best, doubling down on charging forward as Samora's fire whizzed past, getting closer and closer as the sounds behind her got louder and louder.

Samora was in a near panic, the Rapi were getting close enough to Nerra and Monique that she was having a hard time not hitting them. One of the Humanoid figures pointed its tentacles at Nerra, Samora had no clear shot.

Nerra felt something hit her in the back and she staggered a bit. She kept moving forward when she felt more impacts all along her back side. Suddenly she could feel a dampness starting with her back and then moving down towards her ass. Her thighs felt the same, exposed and damp. Suddenly Nerra felt weakened and staggered forward again, but this time she collapsed. Hitting the ground hard, Monique rolled off of Nerra's back and ended up just in front of her. Nerra was splayed out on her stomach, head turned to the side. She couldn't see what was coming behind her, she tried to pick herself up but her body wasn't responding... at least the way she wanted it to. Monique was writhing on the ground, legs spread apart while gyrating her hips into the air as she moaned lustfully towards the approaching hoard. Nerra for her part hadn't surrendered her mind to the ****-like effects yet. She managed to start dragging herself forward refusing to give up here.

Samora emptied yet another mag as she heard the *click* *click* that told her she was dry. She looked out at the scene. Luna was being taken by yet another Rapi, straddling it as she eagerly fucked it as if it was the last thing she'd do, screaming lustfully "Yes! Yes! Yes!" up into the sky as she bounced up and down. Tamara had passed out while being used by the Heavy. She was being lifted and **** back down as the Heavy pumped her up and down its length, their flesh loudly slapping together and Tamara unconsciously gasping with each thrust as the air was **** out of her lungs. Looking over at Monique, Samora saw her heavy gunner busy rubbing her breast and clit as she was busy thrusting her hips into the air, apparently so far gone that she was done waiting to be taken and imagining it instead. Nerra meanwhile was gritting her teeth and crawling her way towards Samora, her outfit completely dissolved away along her backside and only loosely held in place by the fabric connecting the front to the arms and legs.

Samora shoved the man inside the door, not giving a damn what happened to him for the moment. Luna and Tamara were beyond reach or any help. Monique was close but had already proven too burdensome to move and she was obviously not going to be cooperative. Nerra, however, was close and still trying to not get fucked by everything within a mile. Samora only had a moment to decide what she did next.