Dangerous Collaboration 2

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The worst part about having an established tinker friend, Taylor had decided, was how effective an enabler they were. Granted, Squealer was a bit less of an enabler than someone like Armsmaster or Dragon might have been, but that was due to a lack of resources rather than a lack of enthusiasm.

“Mmmmmh!” were the muffled cries of Taylor’s friend from inside of… whatever Taylor had made. She kind of came to after falling asleep after her eighteen hour long tinker session. She’d had some kind of thought originally of helping Squealer, but then everything went kind of fuzzy with the goal of healing her friend. Eventually while her friend was moaning, Taylor looked over and unsurprisingly, her friend was getting fucked.

Sherrel, the lady she met in the dinner who happened to be Squealer was in some kind of transparent tube, mechanical tentacles surrounding and wrapping around her, tentacles going between her breasts and pushing them out, restraining her, fucking her with dildo tips in all of her holes. Around her, Taylor could see she was in some kind of fluid, that she knew for some reason was a breathable liquid that also had healing properties, especially when ingested, inserted, and especially when fucked into you. Something about physical stimulation, like fucking someone, made its healing extra effective.

What was more critical in Taylor’s mind however, was the feelings of seeing her friend being fucked was giving her. Watching Sherrel get fucked, the dildo tentacles driving themselves into her pussy, her breasts moving around, pressed up against the clear glass covering, the thing designed with someone with smaller breasts in mind. Taylor shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together while observing the erotic show in front of her. Her mouth watered and Taylor couldn’t help but be mesmerised by Sherrel’s watermelon sized tits. Curious, Taylor moved over to the terminal there, keeping an eye on Sherrel at the same time, watching the tentacles pound into her, squirting their activated solution into her every few dozen thrusts.

While Taylor did see an emergency cancel button, she ignored it for a moment, instead clicking on the information icon. Apparently her power came with an easy to understand general user interface.

>>> General Detox Status: Ongoing
>>> Elapsed Time: 26 Minutes
>>> Estimated Completion Time: 4 Minutes

“Ooooh,” Taylor couldn’t help but say as she realised how long her friend had been in there for. For a few moments Taylor was distracted by the thought of her friend in there, being fucked, having each of her holes violated, fucked with big thick dildos, goo being thrust into her as she was forced to cum over and over again, with the solution healing any kind of physical fatigue that she may feel during that time. It would likely feel like an eternity of mindless pleasure running through her. Yet at the same time, it would also feel like it was over in a flash.

Taylor’s own experience acting as the Merchant’s engine in one of the machines they collaborated on being a testament to this as Taylor’s had spent a day in there. There she’d been fucked, dildos constantly pumping and fucking her, drawing power from her natural bioelectricity which was fed into a magic machine that multiplied it ten fold. Reaching up, Taylor couldn’t help but begin to feel herself, touching herself, one hand moving towards her small chest, while the other reached down to her loose borrowed booty shorts, opening them with ease.

A bit of a gift from Sherrel, some clothing that according to the drug addicted tinker was for when Taylor slept over. Amusingly, it apparently sped up her tinkering, because unlike her usual clothing, they were easy to get in and out of, making them perfect for testing. Sherrel had watched Taylor tinker, and apparently, sometimes Taylor would test out the fucking part of the machine to test if it worked right. Taylor vaguely remembered some of the times that she would test. She’d come to, being fucked and immediately her animal instincts would take over, having her drive herself up against the cocks filling her, fucking her, giving her pleasure. Taylor’s ass and snatch clenching around nothing as she remembered a bit of her experience, licking her lips, she reached underneath the loose fitting t-shirt her friend had also provided. As Taylor watched Sherrel lose herself to lust, Taylor’s fingers found one of her thick and sensitive nipples.

As she played with it, Taylor brought her thighs together on her hand which was rubbing away at her clit while she watched Sherrel. Taylor felt so envious of her friend, being fucked by the machine she’d made. She almost wished their places were swapped, and Taylor was the one being fucked, but Taylor wasn’t the one that was suffering the physical effects of crack addiction.

Plus, if Taylor was the one in the machine, getting fucked, having cocks thrust into her every hole, driven to the edge of sanity by ribbed dildos thrusting into her, she’d miss the delicious show in front of her. Sherrel’s tits pushed up against the tube, the only constant while the rest of the her were bounced around by the cocks as Sherrel reacted naturally, using what leverage she had to help the tentacles fuck her, grinding against the cocks when they were out, opening her legs more when they came closer. Taylor wasn’t sure if it was because her friend was just naturally so lewd as to know to grind and shift her hips to allow access or if her time as a whore has trained her how to do this, pleasing those who were fucking her and increasing her own pleasure.

“Mmh,” Taylor let out a soft moan as she leaned over the machine and watched her friend, having found a perfect angle to slide her fingers into herself while still stimulating her clit. Taylor began to grind against the machine, her hand stuck between it and her, while her other hand began to tweaks and twist her nipples, the pleasure from both clouding her thoughts more as she quickly fell into a trance while watching her friend, the only thing mattering was the pleasure they felt together.

Then there was a small ding, like something was done cooking, and Taylor got to watch as the fucking sped up one last time, before slowing down as the fluid around Sherrel drained. A small tentacle drifted down and entered Sherrel’s nose as she was still spasming. Blue liquid started to be pulled through the see-through tentacle as the thing was draining the breathable fluid from her lungs, and soon enough, Sherrel was gasping and coughing within the tube as the fluid fully drained and the tentacles retreated. Taylor stepped back from the machine, still thrusting her fingers in, still playing with her nipples, and still enraptured by Sherrel’s naked form as it was doused in a warm shower, blasting off the last of the blue fluids before the tube finally opened. A wet and naked Sherrel was left lying there, exhausted, and with a massive smile on her face.

“Fuck girlie, that was intense,” she said, as she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling, Taylor’s eyes tracking the lovely globes of flesh, her mouth watering as she watched them. As Sherrel watched Taylor, she licked her lips, her full, not cracked, not chapped lips as she watched Taylor. The woman looked absolutely glowing after her treatment, not like before where someone could see what was once a beautiful lady ruined by drugs. Now she was a magnificent woman, almost as pretty as a comic book hero.

“How many can this work on?” Sherrel asked, causing Taylor to pause, having to think while her mind was still clouded.

“Um, theoretically, however many could fit, I think that the machine has enough tentacles to- uwah!” Taylor was suddenly pulled down into the machine, on top of the lady who’s body she’d just been admiring. Taylor’s head landed between the massive mountainous peaks of magnificence that was Sherrel’s mounds while Sherrel’s foot rose up to slide between Taylor’s booty shorts and her crotch. Taylor’s shorts were quickly pulled off by Sherrel’s foot shoving it down off her legs. Meanwhile, Sherrel’s hands were hard at work pulling the loose fitting shirt off of Taylor before throwing it away from the machine. Taylor blushed hard as her friend held her close, Sherrel’s fingers already exploring Taylor’s form, caressing her ass, reaching between her legs from behind, and touching the lips of her slit.

A shiver ran through Taylor as Sherrel began to play with her body, and Taylor couldn’t help but oblige, grinding against Sherrel’s fingers as they played with Taylor’s lower lips. Not to be just the receiver, Taylor used her hands to push herself up and took one of Sherrel’s nipples into her mouth, beginning to suckle and swirl Sherrel’s teats with her tongue. Then Sherrel reached up and pulled the lid of the machine down on them. Taylor could hear the tentacles being released almost the moment that the lid shut and the fluid beginning to gurgle in their tanks.

Oh my. What ever shall I do? Taylor thought as she tried her best to keep from smiling in delight and started trying to drive her leg between Sherrels before they were arrested by the tentacles and fucked into oblivion.

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A Fine Addition (Worm / Mass Effect)
 
 Taylor is the Thorian in Mass Effect. When Taylor was murdered, it wasn’t on Earth that she was left, due to galactic drift over billions of years, Feros in the Mass Effect universe was in the same place as Earth was in the Worm universes. The Thorian absorbed Taylor, and Taylor became the new consciousness of the Thorian.
 
 This got away from me while I was writing it.
 
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 Taylor watched the squad of people that were making their way down to her.. This squad that had barged into what had once been her only chamber with a neural network. That problem had been solved a long time ago as she had begun creating more and more neural networks and decentralizing herself around the planet. She knew she was in no danger, and now this human and her alien allies had disabled the colonists she was helping defend from the robots, these “Geth” she learned from spying on them.
 
 It hadn’t even been her idea to really stop them. The colonists after she informed them that the squad of people from this “Systems Alliance” were coming to meet her had taken up arms against them since they were sure that they would “purge” her. While a distinct possibility Taylor doubted that a single squad could destroy her entirely, not after all her work decentralizing.
 
 “Alright we just need to find this creature and determine what it…” one of “Shepard’s” companions was saying, Tali, Taylor thought her name was. Then she paused as they came upon the neural node that was below the colony.
 
 “What it… Keela, what is that.” Tali continued. From what Taylor had sensed through the various sensory organs that were in the Exogeni building, Tali seemed rather naive and new to the business of fighting and combat, but was also a natural at it. The other two were much more professional when it came to fighting, Shepard some kind of parahuman soldier who had some kind of gravity manipulating power, similar to something her memories back from before she had taken over the “old growth” called Protheans. Biotics apparently was what it was called, and it used element zero and the body's natural bioelectricity to bend reality with the metal acting as the medium. The other was some kind of metallic raptor who’s voice sounded like it was going through a filter, Turians was what their species name was, and this one was called Garrus.
 
 “We are going to need bigger guns.” Taylor heard Shepard say. Having already prepared for this possibility, Taylor started producing a mix of drones around the various nodes that were around her neural network. While she would survive if this node was destroyed, that didn’t mean that she wanted to have to lose it. One of the drones that she produced was the menials, the “Creepers” the Exogeni employees had called them, while the other was something of her own creation. More intelligent, autonomous drones that could do much more than their menial counterparts. These when they emerged, almost looked a bit like Tali in a very loose sense. What counted for a face was blank except for a few eyes she had there that saw things in various wavelengths, while it’s top part splayed outward, almost like a helmet that the rebels wore in the first Star Wars movie. These autonomous drones went and grabbed the various equipment that the colonists had provided. Guns mostly, ranging from assault rifles to pistols. Taylor ordered these drones to take up positions around them, but to also stay out of sight. She didn’t need to provoke them unless they truly meant to destroy her neural node.
 
 “Uh Shepard, we got a lot of things moving around us right now,” Garrus said, his rifle coming up and looking around to the various areas where my drones laid in wait. Motion sensors then? It made sense. Taylor ought to act before this gets violent. Taylor felt the Asari that was within her. She was having a restful sleep, oblivious to the world as she recovered. Taylor probed her mind a bit, to wake her up, and her eyes flutter open, despite the fact that she was in total darkness.
 
 Time to wake up, we have visitors, and I would like to speak through you. Taylor mentally told her, continuing to mentally nudge her into greater wakefulness.
 
 Sure, sure, uh, do you have clothes I could use?
 
 Not enough time. They are ready to fight, I can have one of the drones bring you some clothes while you are talking. Taylor says, and feeling the mental accent of Shiala, begins to spew her out, while at the same time pulling the various tendrils in her, out of her orifices. Taylor can feel the pleasure that Shiala is feeling from the tentacles being pulled out. Taylor hopes that she doesn’t want that to happen too often. She is more useful outside of her than inside of her, especially since she has already taken the information she wanted from her.
 
 Shiala slid out from the tendrils of the neural node, and landed on her feet, just barely keeping herself from slipping in front of the woman, the Shepard, that was leading the squad.
 
 Introduce myself. Taylor asks Shiala and she nods. She walks forwards out from underneath Taylor’s tendrils, not even trying to hide her nudity to the assembled people there, drawing stares from the people. Amusing really, since Taylor can feel Shiala’s embarrassment.
 
 “You stand before the old growth, the Thorian. I am Shiala, I speak for the Thorian. What is your purpose here,” Shiala asked to the gathered people.
 
 “You gave something to Saren. Something I need,” it seemed that this Shepard wanted the “Cipher” as well.
 
 “Why should the Thorian listen to you? The Thorian listened to Saren, told it that he was working to save the galaxy from a menace. The Thorian believed him and then he betrayed it, attacked those that served it, and tried to destroy it? Why should the Thorian listen to you now that you are invading it’s home?”
 
 “Whatever you did to those colonists, you are going to release them, now.”
 
 I did nothing, I merely informed them that you were coming and you had made your intentions clear that you were planning to destroy me.
 
 “The colonists acted by their own free will. The Thorian never forced them. They’re actions were deviant from the Thorian’s wishes.”
 
 “Oh yeah? Then why did they attack us? Some compulsion maybe?”
 
 “If by compulsion you mean acting in their own interests,” Shiala retorts dismissively.
 
 “Oh really? What benefits?” Shepard asks, still not convinced.
 
 “Leadership, guidance, mediating disputes, a large menial workforce… pleasure… and it can help prevent indoctrination. At least, for those that will serve it over Exogeni,” suddenly Shepard seems interested. Her face stays the same, but with the spores already inside of Shepard, Taylor can tell that she’s suddenly interested when Shiala mentioned protection from the mind controlling power that Shiala called indoctrination.
 
 “What do you mean it can prevent indoctrination?”
 
 “Saren… I served Matriarch Benezia, she joined with Saren because she wanted to guide him down a gentler path than the one he was making for himself. But Saren is compelling, and Benezia lost her way, as did I. We came to believe his cause and his goals like fanatics, unable to even think of going against them.”
 
 “How was Saren able to do this? I’ve seen his compulsion, we face off with Benezia on Novaria and she seemed to almost be in a trance half the time. What exactly is allowing Saren to be able to control the minds of you, Benezia, and the rest of her followers?”
 
 “Saren has a vessel. An enormous warship unlike anything I’ve ever seen. He calls it Sovereign. It can dominate the minds of his followers. They become indoctrinated to Saren’s will. The process is subtle. It can take days, weeks, but in the end, it is absolute. I was a willing slave when Saren brought me here. He needed my biotics to communicate with the Thorian, to learn its secrets. The Thorian recognized that we were under some kind of compulsion, and suggested that it would take us into itself, in order to secure an alliance. I was selected as the sacrifice.”
 
 “If Saren and the Thorian were in an alliance, why were the Geth trying to destroy the Thorian?”
 
 “The Thorian believes that whatever is influencing Saren, or possibly Saren himself, figured out that the Thorian was planning on cutting off it’s control to us after it managed to break my indoctrination. In either situation, he ordered the Geth to attack the Thorian to destroy it before it could convince others to un-indoctrinate themselves. That and it knows the Cipher. Saren knows you’re searching for the Conduit and you would need the Cipher. So that was another reason to destroy the Thorian.”
 
 “What’s the Cipher? Why would Saren need it? And what do you mean about something influencing Saren?”
 
 “The beacon on Eden Prime gave you visions. But the visions are unclear, confusing. They were meant for a Prothean mind. To truly comprehend them, you must think like a Prothean. You must understand their culture, their history, their very existence. The Thorian was here long before the Protheans built this city. It watched and studied them. When they died, it consumed them. They became a part of it. As for something influencing Saren, I’m not sure myself, but the Thorian seems to think that Saren might also be being controlled by the ship, maybe some AI within it, or something else using the ship to influence Saren. I doubt so but then we differ on that opinion. Either way, Saren turned on the Thorian”
 
 “So the Thorian taught Saren to think like a Prothean? How?” Shiala blushed at Shepards questioning of how. Taylor remembered how, how when Shiala wanted to meld, she used her tendrils to pick Shiala up. Shiala being at first shocked as Taylor used her tendrils to connect them, exploring her every orifice, learning more about her, her culture, her upbringing, all the while, pleasuring her, driving her tendrils into her pussy, her ass, her mouth, everything. It was a faster way of injecting her spores into Shiala, and they connected on a deeper level, letting Taylor feel every pleasurable sensation she was driving into Shiala, making her cum, making her beg for more as she fucked by Taylor’s tentacles. It had been invigorating to do such a thing Taylor found, and hot in a way. Taylor hadn’t thought much on sexual acts since her one time with Brian so many years ago. Her experience with Shiala had been both fun and interesting, though Taylor would have enjoyed a bit of warning that what they were going to be engaged in was the Asari equivalent of a quickie.
 
 “The Cipher is the very essence of being a Prothean. It cannot be described or explained. It would be like describing colour to a creature without eyes. To understand, you must have access to endemic ancestral memory. A viewpoint spanning thousands of Prothean generations. I sensed this ancestral memory, the Cipher, when I melded with the Thorian. Our identities merged, our minds intertwined. Such knowledge cannot be taught; it simply exists.”
 
 “How would I be able to get this Cipher, and how would I be able to protect myself from Saren’s mind control?”
 
 “There are two ways that the knowledge could be transferred to you commander. One way would be that I could transfer the knowledge to you, like I did Saren… the other, would be to let the Thorian do it.”
 
 “And why would I let the Thorian do that over you?”
 
 “Because commander, if the Thorian does it, it can also protect you from Saren’s ship,” The commander was conflicted now. Taylor could see in her mind, thinking the idea over, weighing the pros and cons of the deal. I don’t try to manipulate Shepard, whatever she decided was up to her. If she accepted Taylor’s offer, then Taylor would have an ally that could go and fight Saren for her, and defeat him after Taylor had failed to help release the Turian from his ship’s influence, and be her eyes and ears outside of Feros. If Shepard just accepted Shiala’s offer, then she would still go after Saren, but that would be the end of their arrangement.
 
 “Uh Shepard, you’re not actually considering doing it the Thorian way are you Shepard?” the Turian besides Shepard asks. Shepard looks up at Garrus, Taylor could see Shepard’s thoughts, questioning if she was sane for even thinking of taking Taylor’s, or the “Thorian’s” offer. Even so, Shepard worried, she worried about what might happen to her if she wasn’t able to protect herself.
 
 “Damn, fine. I’ll do it,” Shepard pulls off her various weapons, and passes them to her companions.
 
 “If I turn into a zombie or start praising the Thorian or some shit, get out of here and see if you can’t bombard this place from orbit.”
 
 “Shepard, you do realise that despite the fact that I’m no longer with C-sec, that doesn’t mean I’m not a cop?” Garrus tells her with an amused tone to his voice.
 
 “Are you going to arrest me then, officer?” Shepard jokes.
 
 “I think you’re forgetting about the time that I had to pull over,” Shepard sighs at that.
 
 “No Garrus, I’m not forgetting,” After that they were all silent as Shepard approached the Thorian.
 
 They might want to get back to their ship, Taylor tells Shiala who nods.
 
 “You might want to get back to your ship, this process will take a bit, and if something does happen to your commander, it would be better for you to be on your ship already so you can leave to get help to stop the Thorian,” Shiala informs them. The Quarian, Tali looks over to Shepard as she continues her approach.
 
 “Shepard?” Tali sounds forlorn, as if watching a good friend go off to die. Taylor tries not to focus on that, how… how it sounded like Lisa at the end of it all.
 
 “Go,” Shepard says before turning to her and smiling at both of her teammates, “I’ll be back, I always am,” The two nod before turning and beginning their walk away. Taylor moved her drones that she had been gathering by the entrance of the place away. Shepard had no weapons that Taylor could see, and her teammates would just be spooked by the drones Taylor had gathered up to storm the place if things went pear shaped. As Shepard came forth to just before Taylor’s tendrils, Shiala approached.
 
 “The process is quite invasive. But you’ll enjoy it, I guarantee, I certainly did,” Shiala tells her, placing her hands on Shepard’s shoulders, her bare breasts pressing into Shepard’s back.
 
 “Invasive? Oh...”
 
 “If you want, you can think of it as a gift for fighting off the Geth,” Shepard just seems amused now.
 
 “The things I do for the galaxy,” Shepard begins stripping off her armour, with the assistance of Shiala. It comes off piece by piece, slowly revealing her skinny nubile body, her perky c cup breasts, her toned legs, and her abs. Taylor feels her tendrils grow turgid, and begin to become more active as Shepard strips herself of her armour, Shiala taking time to tease the woman, pinching a nipple here, squeezing her butt there, meanwhile Taylor simply watches and waits. This was simply a mutually beneficial agreement in a way. It would be pleasurable, but there would be other ramifications as well. In a way, they were both doing their job, Taylor was ensuring her survival and the survival of the colonists, while Shepard was ensuring she wasn’t controlled by Saren’s ship.
 
 After Shepard had finished stripping down to nothing, she walked forward underneath Taylor’s tendrils. Taylor wasted no time, her tendrils started to feel Shepard up, while others latched onto the various places where she could grab to both pick up, and immobilize Shepard. Taylor felt Shepard gasp a bit when some of her tendrils began to explore her crotch and nipples. Soon enough though, Taylor was pulling Shepard into her neural node, sucking her in. Then, the fun could begin.
 
 As soon as Shepard was within her, Taylor began to direct her internal tendrils to Shepard, feeling her up, touching her around her holes, while others continued to wrap her up, restraining her further, so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Taylor could feel Shepard was wet, and she found the hot. In Shepard’s mind, Taylor got the sense of images playing in her head, memories of watching something similar happen to various women with some kind of jellyfish alien. Shiala had seen the same porn, and was overjoyed when it was revealed that their quickie was like that.
 
 Were Taylor able to, she would have smiled. So Shepard was something of a xenophile, that made things easier. Taylor could feel how wet Shepard was being made by all of her actions. Taylor teased at Shepard’s holes, and while Shepard could do nothing about her lower holes, she did open her mouth to let the intruder by her mouth in. Taking that for permission, Taylor’s other tendrils entered into Shepard. Shepard moaned as Taylor drove her other tentacles in, exploring her depths before pulling out, and entering back in. Taylor could sense the pleasure that Shepard was in, and Taylor enjoyed the sensation that it was giving her tentacles, as well as the information it was giving her.
 
 Taylor hadn’t yet had the pleasure of enjoying a human, only Shiala. All the rest hadn’t had a need to come to her yet. So this was new. Taylor wrapped some of her tendrils around Shepard’s breasts, squeezing them a bit while suckers latched onto them, suckling at at them while she contined to fuck Shepard. Sheperd herself writhed in Taylor’s iron grip, squirming as she sought to both escape as well as drive herself further onto Taylor’s tendrils. There was no escape from Taylor’s tendrils however as Taylor continued to pleasure the spectre with, consistently finding the places which caused the most endorphins to rush into Shepard’s brain, causing the lustful fire in Shepard to grow more as she lived out one of her greatest fantasies.
 
 Taylor was happy to oblige as the connection between the two of them grew, and Taylor could see more, and knew more about Shepard. In return, Taylor supplied everything she knew about the Protheans, just as she had with Shiala. She brought the knowledge to the forefront of her mind while she had more tendrils slide up the ones that had entered into Shepard, coiling together and entering into her, increasing the size of the penetration, and causing Shepard to moan more as she continued to get fucked.
 
 At the same time, Taylor reinforced her control over Shepard. She had a bit of control from the spores from before, but now Shepard would be hers, not that the other knew it, and not that Taylor ever intended to properly control her. No, Shepard would be her eyes and ears in this. She would inform her of what was going on throughout the galaxy through their connection, and in return, Taylor would protect her from other forms of mind control.
 
 Taylor began to vibrate her tentacles, causing Shepard’s moans to turn into screams as her fingers began to claw at the tendrils, finding them hard and resistant to her short nails. Taylor knew that her eyes had rolled back, and she was going over the edge. Taylor had her over the barrel now, and all it would take would be one more thing to send Shepard over into orgasming. So Taylor shared her own pleasure with Shepard, how the tendrils felt good being shoved into her, how they shivered and sent pleasure through Taylor herself as she fucked Shepard.
 
 Shepard let out an explosive scream, before going limp in Taylor’s tendrils, exhausted from the best fucking she’d ever had in her life. Rather than just dump her onto the cold ground outside of her neural node, Taylor wrapped Shepard in a warm embrace, holding her newest member of her hive tight.
 
 A fine addition.
 
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Caught and Oozed (Duke Nukem)
 
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 Zoe moaned as she felt tentacles fucking her wet snatch and lubed up ass. Her large breasts swinging under her as she was pushed forward by the tentacles entering into her. She could feel the oozey tentacles of the thing trapping her there suckling on her tits, playing with them and doing wonderous things to them as she enjoyed the fucking she was being given. This was the only thing she had to look forward to after she had been captured.
 
 She just wished that the aliens would actually give her some water, she was so thirsty, or at least maybe cum in her mouth rather than her ass and pussy. She just hoped that their cum was actually something that she could drink. Hell, she would even lick the sweat off of one of those pig cops if it would just quench her thirst. The aliens who had captured her hadn’t given her anything to drink for so long that she had a constant headache.
 
 The tentacles started to speed up once more and Zoe moaned louder as it sent pleasure through her. It’s tentacles became much more turgid as it fucked her lower holes, becoming thicker and they penetrated her faster and faster.
 
 Zoe could feel another orgasm coming as she was fucked deep and hard by the strange slime thing that was holding her down and keeping her trapped there with no water, food, and had been fucking her ever since she got here. 
 
 The tentacle cocks continued to get faster and faster as Zoe moaned out louder, feeling herself getting closer… and closer… it was…
 
 With a final moan Zoe came and she felt the slime creature start spraying more of it’s ooze into her. Zoe shifted the little that she could to push herself further onto the ooze slime cocks that were fucking her, sending more waves of pleasure through her as she continued to fuck herself on the ooze, prolonging her orgasm and milking the oozey cocks of more of their cum.
 
 For some reason after they spewed into her ass she didn’t feel hungry. Perhaps that was why she was never given any water, they thought that the oozey thing’s cum would also satisfy her need for water as well? Zoe started to feel the tentacles start to become soft and she tried to bounce harder on the tentacle cocks she was on. She wanted more and she wanted it to last longer. She didn’t want to be left to be endlessly bored again! Fucking was all she had to look forward to now until she was either saved or died of thirst. 
 
 Even so, the tentacles retracted into the ooze, and Zoe was left there, trapped in the ooze with nothing to do except try to ignore the migraine her headache was turning into. Zoe groaned in pain and moved her head forward, but dared not shove her face into the ground for fear of it sprouting tentacles and sticking it there, where she would suffocate. God she hoped that she would be rescued soon. There had to be a rescue coming right? They wouldn’t just leave her here to suffer? At the very least the aliens could move her closer to the water that was right there, beyond her reach.
 
 Then Zoe felt a soothing sensation in her mind. It felt nice. Zoe heard the sounds of something coming out of the water, and looked over. There was a ghastly looking alien creature that looked like a massive brown brain with a face, red eyes, sharp teeth, and a bunch of tentacles underneath it. It floated out and was watching her as it came closer. Funnily, she didn’t feel threatened by it. In fact, she found the tentacles sexy looking. As it got closer, Zoe saw visions of herself being fucked by the tentacles, they would enter into her various holes and begging to fuck them as all of it’s various tentacle dicks. For some reason Zoe knew they were all tentacle dicks, and they would all be cumming in her soon enough.
 
 Zoe felt happy, not just because it would break the monotony but because… she didn’t know why. It just went with the feeling she was having just looking at the thing. She couldn’t help but feel horny while looking at it despite it’s usually grotesque looking features. Instead they looked amazingly sexy to her, how it’s cranium was perfectly shaped, how long and thick it’s tentacles were, how it’s red eyes glowed like a Zoromarche's head gem.
 
 What’s a Zoromarche?
 
 That question however didn’t matter as the Octabrain came closer to her, and held out one of it’s tentacle dicks out for her. Without hesitation Zoe leaned forward and took it into her mouth. Zoe moaned as she felt pleasure from just sucking on one of Blarch’s many cocks. Zoe wasn’t sure why she knew the Octabrain’s name, probably some kind of mind control. Not that it mattered. Mind control or not she was still trapped there, thirsty beyond believe both physically and sexually, and she was going to enjoy herself. 
 
 Blarch meanwhile hadn’t been idle. He moved over her trapped form and using some of his tentacles twisted them up into two thick protrusions of tentacle dick and slowly inserted them into her ass and pussy. The Octabrain made a pleased growl as it began to fuck Zoe with it’s tentacle cocks, while others of it reached around Zoe and began to rub up against her, going between her tits, her thighs and calfs, and even her armpits, rubbing themselves anywhere that was reasonably tight. 
 
 Zoe moaned in pleasure as she rocked herself between the various tentacles fucking her and making her feel good. She wiggled in whatever way she could to bring pleasure to Blarch. She wanted Blarch to cum, she wanted to be his slutty little human sex slave, and drain his… cum pouch of all of his tasty and delicious cum while he made her feel amazing as waves of pleasure went through her both physically from her holes being fucked, and also from her mind as she could somehow feel Blarch’s pleasure as well. They were sharing their pleasure with each other. Zoe had only heard of this kind of thing in video games and sci fi.
 
 Quickly, Zoe felt the various tentacle cocks grow more turgid as she was fucked. Zoe, wanting to feel more pleasure and to finally get a drink, applied all of her knowledge on cock sucking to the tentacle dick in her mouth. The trapped girl suckled on it, licked at it, and tried her best to deep throat it, though she kept gagging on it. Even so, she felt the pleasure that she was inducing and how it increased the speed of all the other tentacle dicks fucking her and rubbing against her. She wanted more.
 
 Zoe started to try to tighten her pussy, clenching it, and her ass, to make Blarch feel better as he fucked her with some of his combined tentacles. She did what felt best to the tentacle in her mouth and did her best to squeeze down on the various other tentacle cocks fucking her other places. She wanted more pleasure as she was assaulted by both the pleasure from her holes and from the pleasure she was feeling from Blarch. Soon enough, the tentacles were feeling harder than before, and Zoe was feeling one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had since that frat party where she was gangbanged happened. 
 
 The tentacles thrust into her faster, and the one in her throat started to deep throat her. Despite how she gagged, she didn’t want it to stop as it felt amazing. No wonder deepthroating was so popular. She felt that both her and Blarch were getting close, though she would cum first. She redoubled her efforts, thrusting herself back onto the tentacle cocks, sending waves of pleasure through herself and Blarch as they fucked madly. Finally with one last thrust Zoe suddenly buckled as she felt herself cum. 
 
 Zoe let out a wanton moan as she felt herself continue to be fucked by her tentacle-y lover. She was cumming and her cunt and ass were milking the tentacle dicks in them. Soon enough, Zoe felt more of the tentacle dicks pull out from their various nooks and crannies and enter into one of her three holes, continuing to fuck her and give both her and Blarch pleasure.
 
 Then she felt the twitching of Blarch’s cocks and suddenly she felt an amazing wave of pleasure wash through her as Blarch came inside of her. She tasted the various Octabrain cum enter into her. It tasted sweet, like a fruity drink almost. Zoe eagerly drank it down as she milked the various Octabrain cocks for all their worth, sending immense signals of pleasure through her as they both continued to pleasure each other until finally Blarch swiftly pulled his tentacle cocks out of her when the sensation became too much for him. Zoe was left with a fucked silly looking smile on her face as she looked with adoration at her Octabrain lover and possibly saviour. She didn’t feel thirsty anymore.
 
 Using his tentacles, Zoe felt Blarch drag her from the bindings she was in, which released her swiftly, and brought her close to the water she had been forced to stare at for days. When it put her down she felt the goo that she was in begin to restrain her once more, but that was fine. She could finally drink. 
 
 Zoe felt a wave of affection wash over her and then she felt some tentacles pet her head as she lowered it to drink from the water there. Zoe got tingles from the feeling, and did not object when Blarch continued to do so while she sat there.
 
 Sure being captured sucked, but it didn’t have to be the worst thing in the world. After all, at least it wasn’t complete hell.