An Equally Terrible Fate

As Monique was brutally fucked by the Heavy, the four humanoid Rapi closed in on Samora, who was beginning to recover from the initial splash of cum. Though it was terribly difficult to move at all with the aphrodisiac effect infiltrating her system, Samora was still doing her best. It took every ounce of will power and training she had, but the now topless girl was slowly crawling away from the approaching Rapi.

Inch by inch, she pulled herself along the ground, but the Rapi (who were only approaching at a casual walking pace) were effortlessly closing the distance between them. Glancing over her shoulder, Samora saw the approaching Rapi. “Shit, shit, shit!” she cursed under her breath, reaching for her pistol.

It was a difficult movement, but Samora managed to wrap her fingers around the gun, pulling it out and raising it toward the Rapi with a shaking hand. Sweating and narrowing her eyes, Samora aimed for the nearest Rapi and fired!

The Rapi didn’t even need to dodge. In her weakened state, the kick from the pistol was too much for Samora’s grip, and the weapon threw itself from her hand. “Fuck!” Samora turned back around, desperately trying to crawl away, when she felt a hard weight on her back, pressing her into the ground and stopping her useless escape attempt.

One of the Rapi held her down with its foot, while the other three circled around her. They had been human once, men, she could tell from their erect members. “Let me go!” Samora demanded, her voice wavering. She knew there was no hope. Even if these things could understand English, they never let a woman go free once they had caught her.

With a chirping sound, the one behind her gestured at Samora, and the other three responded with a volley of cum. Samora couldn’t help but moan as the Rapi slime splashed all over her body. What was left of her suit quickly melted, the last bits of Rapi cum dripping against her skin. Even these few, sparse drops of cum felt impossibly good.