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Joanna yelped, slipping on the mud around her as she was pulled deeper, she tried to get her gun to bear but another tentacle grabbed her arms, stronger even than her power armoured grip. The tentacle between her legs pushed up, her power armour seeming to dissolve before it, it?s end pushing at her sex, Joanna gasped in fear, the thing was the size of a man?s fist. Its end began to writhe, the slime around it doing something strange and terrible to her nervous system: Joanna?s body quaked; it was if every feeling had increased tenfold.

Thinner tentacles pushed out, writhing under her armour and then tearing it away, leaving her torso naked, only the now non-functional leg and arm sections of her armour remaining, serving only to further weigh her down.

Tentacles yanked the young sergeant?s legs open into the splits, then the ones seeking to penetrate her pushed forward, Joanna gurgled, eyes rolling back as the far too big sex organs rammed into her most private of parts. It hurt like hell, but there was pleasure too, insane levels of it such as she?d previously never known. Joanna could hear gasps and cries and then realised that some of them were coming from her, others being generated by her squad mates as the tentacles grabbed them one by one.

Another pair of tentacles, their ends shaped like flowers swung up towards her freely bouncing breasts. Joanna saw two small needles mounted in the middle, blinked and then gasped as the suckers attached to her breasts, needles pushing into her nipples and injecting something. She?d never been a masochist before, indeed, the concept had always seemed strange to her, however that instant of stinging pain was enough to drive her over the edge into orgasm, her nervous system feeding ridiculously contradictory signals all across her squirming, muddy body.

A second tentacle was pushing up Joanna?s arse, spreading her incredibly wide. Joanna screamed, eyes bulging, and then her screams took on a different character as the tentacles began to vibrate, the one in her sex tight against her clit and writhing deep inside her.

The ones on her breasts withdrew, leaving her lovely orbs jetting out milk and beginning to grow larger and larger. Joanna?s screams were cut off as a final tentacle rammed into her mouth, pushing up and down inside it, tasting of slime and alien mud. Somehow, the combination seemed like the best thing ever to Joanna?s now thoroughly befuddled mind. The tentacles in her sex, arse and mouth erupted, filling her with their alien seed, her belly swelling pregnantly around the huge out pouring of sperm.

Joanna looked around, seeing her comrades in positions similar to her, slumped in the mud, stomachs large with alien seed, bodies smeared with mud and alien slime, reduced in a few moments from a combat ready unit to so many alien sex toys? and then she fainted.