Milked and Molested

The milking tentacles dropped down in front of Joanna?s breasts, licking them for a moment, and then pushing forward grabbing onto her nipples and sucking strongly. The sound of women?s pleasure and complaint filled the air as their tentacles sucked creamy milk out of them. Joanna was quickly gasping in pleasure, then almost yelping as tentacles began to push their way out of her sex: she was giving birth.

The thing didn?t hesitate in making its exit, its tentacles wrapping around her thighs then pulling out of her, Joanna yelling in orgasm as one tentacle wrapped around her sex, squeezing tightly before it left her. She gurgled then blinked as another thick green tentacle coiled up and began to rub between her legs. Joanna tried to speak, but opening her mouth caused the main mass of the creature to shove one of its limbs into it, pumping her throat, the slime on it making her drool.

The tentacle between her legs seemed to know exactly where to touch to drive her nuts. She pushed down against it as best she could; shivering as it writhed over her sex, then suddenly turned and dove upwards, penetrating her in a flash. Joanna orgasmed so hard she blacked out for a moment, only to be bought around by the second thrust. It pulled out and pushed in again and Joanna began to push herself down it as best she could, still armoured legs gripping and kicking on the muddy wall.

All around her her fellow captives were writhing and groaning similarly, each woman in the throws of absolutely wild passion as the great creature ravished them. Finally she felt an eruption of hot joy in her sex, her belly bulging out with the amount of seed poured into her womb and down her throat, and collapsed finally into sleep.

She awoke, an indeterminate time later to the sound of voices. ?Wow, will you look at these.? It was not a kind voice but it was a beautiful one, trained and aristocratic. Joanna cracked open an eye and paused a moment before realising what she was seeing. Four women were moving down the corridor in a diamond formation, clad in full body stealth suits and masks which reduced them to blurs in the air.

They paused before Joanna and her fellows, their stealth suits flickering and disengaging. Joanna vaguely remembered training courses on stealth suits before: In order to work properly they had to be extremely tight and thin, like a layer of paint applied to the skin as much as clothing, but they did allow you to become all but invisible.

The woman on the edge closest to Joanna approached, a compact sub machine gun held in a professional grip ?her tits are even bigger than yours three.? She reached up a gloved hand and squeezed Joanna?s left breast, making her moan and sending a spray of white into the mud.

?Will you shut up two? If this thing wakes up we?ll be in the same position as the team that came here before us.? The one who Joanna assumed to be three, given the size of her bust sighed ?One: go download the memories out of Alpha Team? Two: think you can pry yourself away from your new toy long enough to cover your sector??

?Hehe, sure Three.? The woman gave Joanna?s breasts a last squeeze and then turned to cover their surroundings as the one who must be one headed over to the stealth suited woman on the other side of the corridor. Joanna?s head spun with questions: who were these women? What were they doing here? Could they rescue her? and? did she even want to be rescued?