The camp is attacked

In the throes of passion neither of you notice the growing disturbance outside of the tent until a young brunette bursts in to warn you.

The intruding rebel is short and has small, shapely breasts wrapped in a tight white sweater. Her shorts have been torn to shreds, a pair of lacy white panties are visible beneath.

"Miss Mel!" She shouts. "We're under attack!"

"Fuck!" Mel shouts, pulling her face out from between your thighs. "Get back out there Anne, I'll be right behind you!"

Anne rushes out of the tent and Mel, after slipping her dress on over her nude body, follows. You hurriedly throw your own clothes back on and exit as well.

The camp is full of tents, and you can hear the women inside who were caught sleeping being fucked senseless by the invaders. Rebels are firing into the air at hovering machines but only bringing down a scant few. Anne is pinned against a brick wall, her top half is buried beneath a pile of tentacles while a smaller machine eats her pussy.

"Oh... Oh! Right there!" She begs. "Take me!"

You run toward her discarded rifle. Across the camp you see Mel using a machete to fend off a mass of tentacles, but for every tentacle she lops off two more join the ****.

"Mel!" You cry out.

Distracted, you don't notice the ground churning in front of you and you trip. You land face first on an emerging pile of soft, pink tentacles, and you manage to get up on your knees before you realise your ankles are being held in place. Desperately, you try to pry the tentacles from around your ankles. The machine burrowing out of the ground pushes a large, soft and fuzzy vibrating ball up under your skirt.

"Ohhh shit!" You grunt. "G- get off!"

Even through your panties the vibrations are extremely intense. You struggle harder and in your desperation you lose your balance and tip over onto the wriggling mass. A pile of tentacles climb up under your top and start rubbing your heaving tits. You look across the camp just in time to see Mel overwhelmed as a second tentacle machine leaps onto her back. Mel's dress is quickly torn to shreds. The smell of sex fills the air as the resistance, woman by woman, is defeated.

The vibrations between your thighs increase in intensity as the machine pulls your hips against the ball and you let out a scream. Similar cries of ecstasy erupt from other rebels, drowning you out. As the machine relentlessly pleasures you, you feel your body betraying you and you desperately want to give in.

Eventually the sound of gunfire ceases completely as the rebels are pacified. Anne is no longer restrained, now she is freely allowing the machine to eat her out as she moans. You notice that Mel is not fighting back either, in fact she seems to be begging for more. She is on her hands and knees, with her ass raised into the air. Three mushroom tipped tentacles are pumping in and out while a fourth is pressing against her asshole.

"Oh fuck!" She screams. "Fuck my pussy you brute!"

You feel less guilty as you surrender to the machine and let it bring you to climax.