Joanna, Inez, Michelle and three clustered around a small unrollable screen on the floor, showing the view from a small drone that the special forces unit had apparently launched, the medics having carried away the causalities for medivac.
Joanna had ordered they tell nobody what was going on, and she was pretty sure they’d obey… not that they’d bee any state to say much, given their condition. She returned her attention to the screen.
The drone zoomed down a passage and into a large chamber. “Here’s the problem” three said, tapping the screen. The cavern stretched in all directions and was mostly filled with creatures.
And they were mostly mating with captured women in the remains of power armour or stealth suits. “God, how many did they capture?” Joanna asked, blushing. Part of her secretly wished she was in the chamber. Her sex throbbed, and she orgasmed again.
“Quiet a few…” Three frowned “The problem is that this blocks our path to the probe. We could go round but that’d take hours. And I don’t fancy trying to fight through.” The women writhed, tentacles pushing into their every hole, breasts milk spraying into greedily slurping alien mouths. Every one of them seemed to be actively cooperating with the aliens fucking her. Joanna remembered how it felt.
“We may have to” Inez frowned “I don’t fancy leaving that many friends in those things clutches” Joanna privately thought they might wish they had but dismissed the thought.
“Yeah” Michelle nodded “But I don’t fancy joining them either”
“Maybe we could lure them then out, if we’re set up defensive we can get them into a kill zone and stomp them out.” Joanna suggested, a sudden idea coming to her.
“Sure, but how exactly do we do that?” Michelle asked.
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