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spasmodically as I realized that I could smell Marshall
now, sweat and cum. I groaned breathily, my fingers smearing slick fluid
across my thighs as I worked my most sensitive nub of flesh hard,
wanting to feel used like Marshall was being used.
As my breath came fast and my whole body began to tingle in
anticipation, Marshall also writhed and bucked below me, his cock
thrusting hard in and out of the coil of tentacles. I saw silvery fluid burst
from the tentacle in his mouth and trickle down his face—I could only
assume the alien had cum in his mouth. Marshall lapped at the fluid
frantically, his tongue caressing the slick surface of the tentacle. As
silvery fluid dribbled out of his ass, covering Marshall’s strong thighs in
alien cum, Marshall’s cock jerked again, spraying an even thicker load.
As the alien’s tentacle scooped it up and slid it into Marshall’s mouth, I
cried out involuntarily. My pussy spasmed around my fingers as I came.
It felt oh-so-good, but I still couldn’t help but feel cheated that it was
my slender pianist’s fingers that my cunt milked and not that fat,
dribbling cock that was only now starting to soften.
My face red with shame, I zipped up my jumpsuit, taking one last look
at my dear friend as the alien began to push into him again. A tear rolled
down my face. I regretted not telling him that I was in love with him so
badly, and now it was too late. “I’ll save you, Marshall,” I whispered,
strengthening my resolve. “I’ll get you away from them.” I crawled on,
my crotch still damp and sensitive. I felt acutely guilty for getting off on
Marshall’s debasement, but at least nobody else would ever know.
Each chamber that I passed over was the same: orgiastic scenes of
debauchery. Black tentacles intertwined with soft flesh as the aliens
subjugated the entire crew. I tried not to look, but images of my friends
and crewmates were seared into my retinas. It was strangely arousing—
again and again, I found myself wanting to stop and watch, but I had a
mission to complete.
After nearly 3 hours of crawling through the ship’s massive ductwork, I
found myself looking down at the bridge from a vent. There was no easy
way to get down from here—I’d have to try and climb. Using the laser
tool mounted on my wrist readout, I carefully cut through the grate,
setting it aside in the duct. Several feet away from me, there was a thick
bundle of wires running from the ceiling to the wall. If I could get ahold
of it, I might be able to climb down without breaking my neck.
Steeling myself, I crouched, then leapt for the wire, my arms
pinwheeling frantically. My fingers slipped over the plastic cable casing,
and, for one heartbreaking moment, I thought I was going to fall to my
death. Then my hands found purchase, and I hung suspended in the air
by a thin wire of hope. I began slowly shimmying down towards the
wall, moving slowly. I wasn’t very strong, and my arms already ached
from the strain.
Suddenly, the cable lurched downward as the moorings tore loose. I
cried out as I jolted down to the floor, my sweating palms struggling to
maintain my grip. The world seemed to slow to a halt as I the cable
slipped from my grasp. I tumbled towards the floor, my mouth open but
no sound escaping as my heart hammered with terror.
Then the world sped up again as a massive black tentacle coiled up
around me, intercepting my body mid-fall. “Oh, FUCK!” I screamed,
the irony of which was not lost on me before the slick fluid coated my
skin. My vision blurred as alien chemicals saturated my bloodstream. A
small voice in the very back of my head still screamed and struggled,
but my body’s urges were too strong. I collapsed into the alien’s
embrace as smaller tentacles quested over my body, tearing at my
jumpsuit. There was something different about this one—it was far, far
larger than the others I’d seen throughout the ship, and its body
now, sweat and cum. I groaned breathily, my fingers smearing slick fluid
across my thighs as I worked my most sensitive nub of flesh hard,
wanting to feel used like Marshall was being used.
As my breath came fast and my whole body began to tingle in
anticipation, Marshall also writhed and bucked below me, his cock
thrusting hard in and out of the coil of tentacles. I saw silvery fluid burst
from the tentacle in his mouth and trickle down his face—I could only
assume the alien had cum in his mouth. Marshall lapped at the fluid
frantically, his tongue caressing the slick surface of the tentacle. As
silvery fluid dribbled out of his ass, covering Marshall’s strong thighs in
alien cum, Marshall’s cock jerked again, spraying an even thicker load.
As the alien’s tentacle scooped it up and slid it into Marshall’s mouth, I
cried out involuntarily. My pussy spasmed around my fingers as I came.
It felt oh-so-good, but I still couldn’t help but feel cheated that it was
my slender pianist’s fingers that my cunt milked and not that fat,
dribbling cock that was only now starting to soften.
My face red with shame, I zipped up my jumpsuit, taking one last look
at my dear friend as the alien began to push into him again. A tear rolled
down my face. I regretted not telling him that I was in love with him so
badly, and now it was too late. “I’ll save you, Marshall,” I whispered,
strengthening my resolve. “I’ll get you away from them.” I crawled on,
my crotch still damp and sensitive. I felt acutely guilty for getting off on
Marshall’s debasement, but at least nobody else would ever know.
Each chamber that I passed over was the same: orgiastic scenes of
debauchery. Black tentacles intertwined with soft flesh as the aliens
subjugated the entire crew. I tried not to look, but images of my friends
and crewmates were seared into my retinas. It was strangely arousing—
again and again, I found myself wanting to stop and watch, but I had a
mission to complete.
After nearly 3 hours of crawling through the ship’s massive ductwork, I
found myself looking down at the bridge from a vent. There was no easy
way to get down from here—I’d have to try and climb. Using the laser
tool mounted on my wrist readout, I carefully cut through the grate,
setting it aside in the duct. Several feet away from me, there was a thick
bundle of wires running from the ceiling to the wall. If I could get ahold
of it, I might be able to climb down without breaking my neck.
Steeling myself, I crouched, then leapt for the wire, my arms
pinwheeling frantically. My fingers slipped over the plastic cable casing,
and, for one heartbreaking moment, I thought I was going to fall to my
death. Then my hands found purchase, and I hung suspended in the air
by a thin wire of hope. I began slowly shimmying down towards the
wall, moving slowly. I wasn’t very strong, and my arms already ached
from the strain.
Suddenly, the cable lurched downward as the moorings tore loose. I
cried out as I jolted down to the floor, my sweating palms struggling to
maintain my grip. The world seemed to slow to a halt as I the cable
slipped from my grasp. I tumbled towards the floor, my mouth open but
no sound escaping as my heart hammered with terror.
Then the world sped up again as a massive black tentacle coiled up
around me, intercepting my body mid-fall. “Oh, FUCK!” I screamed,
the irony of which was not lost on me before the slick fluid coated my
skin. My vision blurred as alien chemicals saturated my bloodstream. A
small voice in the very back of my head still screamed and struggled,
but my body’s urges were too strong. I collapsed into the alien’s
embrace as smaller tentacles quested over my body, tearing at my
jumpsuit. There was something different about this one—it was far, far
larger than the others I’d seen throughout the ship, and its body
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