Let the poor woman have some rest.

You've been holding off on giving Gabriella an orgasm. It wasn't difficult, none of the pleasure you were giving her right now was natural. Her brain just wasn't hardwired for it to trigger an orgasm. Of course, she was still dripping wet and so very close to cumming just from the psychological aspect of it all.

You should probably give her a break, she'd been under more mental and physical duress in the last hour than the rest of her life. Extending a tiny tentacle, you give her erect clitoris a single flick and her body convulses in the most powerful orgasm of her life. She goes rigid for a full minute, your slime extending the orgasm unnaturally long, before slumping exhausted in your grasp. You slowly retract yourself from her bowels and you allow her body to empty the contents of her stomach and throat, all of which forms a puddle that merges with your main mass. Limp, quivering, and bathed in a mixture of your slime and her own sweat, you gently set the **** ambassador on the floor to recover.

Carissa watched with rapt attention as her mother orgasmed, thrusting her hips reflexively to the erotic display, but now that it was over her reasoning mind started to come back online. Her reaction was one of confusion, followed by horror, followed by intense shame and renewed tears. You had stopped thrusting into her and she sobbed quietly in your embrace.

"Why? Why would you do that?"

"MEMBERS OF THE RESISTANCE WOULD NORMALLY BE INCARCERATED INDEFINITELY. I AM BEING MERCIFUL."

"Merciful?! You-Mmph!" you gagged her with one of your tentacles.

"YOU SEEMED TO ENJOY YOUR MOTHERS PUNISHMENT. AM I TO TAKE IT THAT YOU ARE NOT A MEMBER OF THE RESISTANCE?"

She glared at you defiantly before freezing as she realized what you were saying. She nodded hurriedly.

"GOOD GIRL. I'M SORRY THAT YOUR MOTHER BETRAYED US. SHE HAS BEEN SHOWN THE ERROR OF HER WAYS, DON'T YOU THINK?"

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded again.

"PERHAPS I SHOULD REWARD YOU FOR YOUR LOYALTY?"

Her eyebrows knit together as she processed what you were saying. She was impressively beautiful, particularly for one of the male sex. Perhaps that was why she identified as a girl? You could help her with that...or....You examined the shivering woman on the ground. Her daughter did seem to enjoy her mothers punishment...maybe a different reward was in order...