Not long enough

Aurora felt herself nearing orgasm again, the creatures reinforcing the pleasure signals with chemical rewards. The part of her that remained her own seemed paralyzed in shock from it all, the endorphins and aphrodisiacs of her parasitic controllers allowing the ancient, instinctive reptilian part of her brain free reign. The woman beneath her was no longer a fellow victim she had to help. All the infested marine could see her as was a recepticle for her seed.

Her entire body rebelled when she was pulled away from her impending orgasm. Several fully grown aliens restrained her, slapping some kind of collar on her that sapped her strength. The twin phalluses returned to her body, but the need to cum did not abate. Unlike humans, the creatures inside of her held her exactly where she had left off, and it was driving her feral.

Unable to do anything about it due to the collar, her true self began a concerted effort to take back control. "D-damn you...! What did...did you do to me, you sick-" Shocks ran through her body, mixing with the insane arousal to create a negative enforcement. Between the creatures and the collar, Aurora recognized a familiar pattern. Normally it involved "typical" **** techniques and ****, but this was torturous in its own way and she could feel the chemical burn in her loins. The Pisceans had developed a kind of training regimine that was turning her own body's learning mechanisms against her.

This realization terrified her. She and her fellow marines had been well trained to resist such techniques, but she was proving to be all but helpless against this new version. The bloated stomach of the woman she had meant to free was proof enough of that. Already, she could feel her brief control slipping away. When the aliens tried to move her and she resisted (feebily), the shock that hit her broke her tenuous control. Aurora screamed in her mind as the madness took over again despite her best efforts.

She could do little but moan as she was escorted down several corridors. At the end of the path was a very large room filled with other captives, all female. Most of them were "breeders" at various stages of pregnancy, but a few of them had absurdly engorged breasts, and a few others were in her position. To her shock, she recognized several of the ones like her as marines from past missions. She had thought them lost or dead, and it made her sick to see what they had become. Even an old Captain, a brunette woman named Celia who had been the one to turn Aurora from a green recruit to a full fledged marine, was enthusiastically pounding away at two captives.

It turned her stomach to see the further changes she was all but certain would be facing her if she failed to escape. Celia's breasts leaked yellowish cum, her skin had taken on a a bluish hue, and several small tentacles sprouted from all over her body. Her stomach was also huge, though it glowed purple instead of yellow, and seemed to hold a large, solid lump. It reminded her immediately of the pod that had birthed the beginning of this nightmare.

Aurora stumbled forward, still weak from the collar, and landed face to face with one of the women with swollen breasts. The captive's eyes were vacant of everything but an all consuming lust, and her tits leaked a thick cream continuously. They defied gravity, their massive size refusing to sag as the woman pressed the nipple to Aurora's mouth.

Unable to resist, Aurora drank heartily. She could feel the creatures inside of her gain energy, and cried out in horror as her mind was subjugated further to her captors. The moment the collar-induced weakness was removed, she pushed herself away from the breast. She had to breed RIGHT NOW.