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Cutter and Priya did little to hide the fact that they were practically aflame with burning questions for Sarah and the others, though the signs of their curiosity were relegated to mere glances (or in Priya’s case, sustained glares) given that the group was still making its way through the maze of parked cars outside the mall. The cramped rows of dark vehicles offered plentiful hiding spots for any nearby lustful creatures, so they were forced to keep their lips sealed for the time being to minimize any noise that might give them away. Their progress was considerably slower than when they had initially entered the mall, given that they were now burdened with heavy, cumbersome supplies, though if A’luhr was struggling to carry both large tanks of helium over her shoulders, she wasn’t showing it, and had confidently taken the lead.

With her arms up as they were, A’luhr’s well-toned back muscles flexed and pushed out against the form-fitting fabric of her suit like a chiseled sculpture. These muscular grooves naturally guided the eye down to her tight round ass that bobbed up and down with every graceful step she took, her suit doing nothing to obscure the perfect curves and volume of each slightly jiggling cheek.

On more than one occasion, Steven nearly bumped the bag of food he was carrying into a car, clearly distracted by the captivating display in front of him. Adam and Cutter also couldn’t help but steal peeks at A’luhr’s powerful, voluptuous body now and then, though they weren’t quite as stealthy about this as they would have liked to imagine. Sarah and Zoey exchanged irritated glances with rolled eyes. Sometimes it was hard to tell who were hornier: the Krinis or the drooling men in their lives. The two women sighed and shook their heads as they caught Adam’s and Steven’s gazes, who quickly cleared their throats and looked away as if keenly surveying the area for threats, clearly having determined after thorough investigation that there were no dangers lurking in A’luhr’s ass.

Priya was the only one other than A’luhr to fail to notice this time-honored traditional dance between men and women, as she was keeping stride with A’luhr despite the bags over her shoulders as if determined to assert her dominance, or perhaps to maintain a more desirable “vantage point.” Sarah noticed that Priya occasionally glanced at A’luhr’s gently bouncing chest out of the corner of her eye, but so subtly that Sarah really couldn’t be sure. 

Regardless, all the attention being directed towards A’luhr once again stabbed into Sarah’s self-confidence, and she could tell by Zoey’s pouting expression that she wasn’t alone in this – though admittedly the way her student’s cheeks puffed angrily was rather cute. Even if she wasn’t aware of it, Zoey definitely possessed a youthful, girlish charm alongside an attractive, athletic body. Sure, Sarah had Adam, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he had simply settled for her given their circumstances. 

She glumly remembered how, only in her late twenties, she had already started finding gray hairs on her head after she had started teaching, though she had convinced herself at the time that it was just due to stress, and that things would get better once she could relax a bit. Suffice to say, she was decidedly less relaxed than she had been a year ago, though surprisingly not by as big of a margin as one might think. The Krinis were one thing, but college freshmen were an entirely different breed to deal with.

It was starting to become more and more apparent that the body-enhancing effects of the nectar were starting to wear off. Sarah noted how her size-augmented breasts were already feeling noticeably lighter than they had that morning, though the mysterious fabric of her suit had been constantly adjusting to maintain its firm, supportive grip on her still-impressive globes.

Sarah begrudgingly joined in on briefly admiring A’luhr’s womanly form, which didn’t seem to have diminished much, if at all, despite the weakening nectar in their systems. The only person not looking at A’luhr now and then was Zoey, who seemed more preoccupied with squinting and rubbing her blurry blue eyes. They hadn’t managed to find any glasses for her in the mall, so no doubt her vision was gradually beginning to worsen as her chest shrank.

Despite the need for vigilance, Sarah found herself lost in such thoughts. Though she would never use it as an excuse, it was admittedly difficult to stay focused, hungry as she was, and with the nectar fumes rising off of her body. She inwardly admitted that she couldn’t really blame everyone for having sex on the mind given all that they had recently seen in tandem with the mind-altering effects of the aphrodisiac that were slowly beginning to take hold. 

Priya and Al’uhr suddenly stopped in their tracks, holding up their hands to signal for the others to stop. The distracted Sarah very nearly crashed into Priya, who shot her a look of disgusted disbelief. Sarah whispered a stammered apology but Priya ignored her.

A’luhr gestured ahead of them, and everyone’s gaze followed her finger to a nearby minivan, which was jostling as if some animal trapped within was trying to escape. It wasn’t hard to determine the source of this commotion, as the interior of the vehicle was entirely filled with writhing tentacles, which had seemingly burst from a manhole, broken through one of the windows, and ensnared the unsuspecting family within. 

A child’s booster seat was strewn among some glass beside the van, its straps torn apart in the direction of the sewer, suggesting that the young occupant had been snatched away by the tentacles to be kept safe in an incubator pod while their remaining family members were left behind to be tormented in the claustrophobic confines of the car.

With the van stuffed so full of slimy, wiggling flesh, the middle-aged couple and young woman within – assumedly a college girl and her parents – had no room to move whatsoever of their own accord, but the tendrils playing with their naked bodies still managed to shove them as they had their lewd way with them, rocking the car back and forth. The sounds of aroused moans and violent sloshing leaked out from the broken window, while the glass that was still intact revealed the source of the noise – and the state of the captured family.

The mother, a thick, curvy woman with flaxen hair, had her big fat ass shoved up against the windshield, her marshmallowy cheeks pressed flat against the glass as small tentacles from all around her worked together to slide over her flesh and pry her holes wide open, practically giving a clear view of her cervix. Tiny tendrils wormed their way into her gaping anus and cunt, squirming and tickling against her exposed, sensitive inner walls while dancing around her engorged clit. 

Her jiggling butt slammed against the windshield as her body reacted to the intense stimulus, shaking the glass as she came hard, drenching the window with her squirting juices. The dripping liquid obscured the view only momentarily before tentacle mouths latched onto the windshield from within like grotesque starfish, sucking the fluids away before latching directly onto her clit and vaginal opening to drink directly from the source. The mother’s ass wiggled around among the molesting tentacles for another minute before she was pulled away from the windshield and disappeared into the tangle.

It was hard to get a good look at her husband, as most of his body remained enveloped by tentacles, but his inhumanly large and erect cock was hard to miss. The van’s sunroof had either been broken or foolishly left open prior, but regardless of the reason, the tendrils were keeping the man hoisted up to it so that his enormous shaft was sticking out of the roof of the car like a lighthouse on a lonely cliff. Hardened strands of orange resin webbed over the opening of the skylight to hold his length firmly in place at the base, and judging by how the throbbing phallus was larger than Sarah’s forearm, the man had probably been exposed to the nectar for a long period of time.

It was hard to get an exact measurement, however, because numerous small, squid-like Krinis were swarming around the twitching penis. They practically covered every one of the many inches of his dick, having latched onto the shaft to rapidly stroke it with their many slick tendrils to elicit great eruptions of hot, thick semen, which rained down onto the roof of the car to be slurped up. That is, until one of them got the bright idea to crawl up onto the tip of the man’s cock, swallowing the man’s glans up into its transparent, squid-like body while continuing to stimulate his length with its feelers.

Its greed got the best of it, however, for when the man next unleashed another mighty load of his seed, the squid’s body swelled up like a water balloon, growing with each pulsating spurt. In a flash, the creature seemed ready to burst with creamy liquid, and it was forced to let go of its perch, falling down to the ground while leaking cum from its rapidly deflating body. It desperately attempted to keep as much of the semen in as it could, but its brethren quickly crowded around to drink their share from what gushed out.

While mom and dad were being worked over, their daughter was being thrust up against one of the back windows. Her tits were not as inhumanly proportioned as her father’s cock, but they were still of respectable size, looking even larger than they probably were given that a pair of thick tentacles had wrapped themselves around the base of her breasts, squeezing them hard so that they were round and taut. Other tendrils sandwiched her swollen boobs between two rows, rhythmically gliding back and forth like rolling pins in an effective effort of squeezing milk from her nipples. 

Each time the girl’s leaking tits were pushed against the window, more and more of her milk smeared around the glass, blocking the view of her blushing, pleasure-stricken face. Tickling little feelers toyed with her ears, nostrils, and mouth, grabbing onto her tongue and forcing her drooling mouth open to accept any tentacle cocks that decided they wanted a turn inside her throat to fill it with their sticky fluids.

Like her mother before her, it wasn’t long before the girl was pulled back into the sea of tentacles to be with her parents, with only the occasional foot, hand, or breast pressing up against a window now and then as the ceaseless orgy continued along with the sounds that accompanied the family’s multiple forced orgasms. Now at full attention, Sarah listened carefully and could identify similar noises coming from other vehicles in the area, though it was hard to tell exactly which ones without climbing up onto one to get a good view, which would be too exposing.

Priya motioned with her hand that they should all loop around and hug the exterior walls of the mall that led to the street, away from the hazardous cars. Cutter nodded in understanding and pulled a small pair of binoculars from a holster on his belt. He surveyed the area around the mall, tracing a path to the highway that stood between them and the forest. Seemingly satisfied with what he saw, he stowed the binoculars and gave a thumbs up, beckoning everyone to follow him as he began to sneak away from the heart of the parking lot and towards the building.

Sarah kept a tight grip on her vibrator rod the entire time, ready to strike any wayward tendrils worming into their path, but fortunately there was no need to take action. They did encounter a couple other cars filled with tentacles on the way, but managed to sneak by without issue despite the loud rumbling of their empty stomachs and Zoey’s small squeal of surprise when a huge pair of tits suddenly slammed into the car window just above her head. Much to the group’s relief, the loud squeaking and groaning of the car’s madly rocking suspension seemed to drown out these small noises.

Once they were out of the hazardous parking lot and up against the building, they finally allowed themselves to catch their breaths as they hunkered down behind some shrubs.

“We’ll just follow this path and beeline it for the road,” Cutter whispered, jerking his head towards the nearby intersection at the end of the building. “It looks pretty clear. Lots of decent cover for the most part, but we’ll be out in the open at the very end between the highway and the forest.”

 “We’ll just have to be quick,” Adam huffed, adjusting the strap of the heavy food bag on his shoulder. “Or as quick as we can be.”

“For your sake, that’d better be ‘pretty damn quick’” Priya scoffed. She put down the bags she was carrying to massage her sore shoulders. “Normally I wouldn’t hesitate to leave you behind, but I’d hate to lose that food.”

“Do you need help carrying anything?” Sarah offered. “I’m sure I can handle one of your bags no problem.”

“I’m good,” Priya replied with a snort.

“I was just thinking that maybe if you were carrying less, you would be more agile to lead us all.”

“You know what? That’s a good point. Here, carry your share.” She walked towards Sarah who grinned and held out her arms, but Priya passed by her to shove one of her bags onto Cutter’s chest. He didn't take it. Sarah’s expression soured and she put her hands on her hips with a scoff. Adam gave her an apologetic look while Steven and Zoey exchanged uncomfortable glances.

“Watch yourself, Priya,” Cutter growled. “I don’t know what’s gotten you so worked up, but don’t imagine for a single second that you can pull this shit with me. Despite what you may believe, I am the leader here, or is all that discipline from your military training getting rusty? What would your superiors have done to you back then for this sort of behavior?”

“Fuck the military,” Priya spat. “A lot of good their pointless rules and training did them, huh? Where are they now? Oh, that’s right – probably a mile beneath our feet getting their brains fucked out! Oh, but at least they know how to stay in line! Congratulations – let’s give them all fuckin’ purple hearts!”

“Priya–”

“They didn’t help us at all! They did jack shit!” Priya grinded her teeth and turned away from them. For a moment, Sarah thought she saw Priya’s eyes reddening with tears but they were quickly blinked away. “...Here.” Priya handed Sarah one of her bags without looking at her. “Just don’t slow us down.”

“O-oh, uh, yeah, obviously,” Sarah stammered in surprise. “Glad to help.” Sarah let some steely venom leak into her voice as she hefted one of the bags over her shoulder. Behind her she could hear A’luhr muttering, “Purple hearts…? Their organs change color…?” to herself in silent confusion. A’luhr’s cute, innocent bewilderment never failed to raise Sarah’s spirits slightly.

“Let’s get a move on,” Cutter sighed while scratching his graying beard. “We can work out all these big scary feelings once we’re safe in the forest.” Priya simply shrugged and moved to follow Cutter who was already making his way down the path. The group hurriedly moved between sources of cover as the edge of the mall grew ever closer.

Soon, the only section of the building between them and the open road was what appeared to have been some sort of amusement park attraction – the sign on the exterior indicating that a play place featuring a grand carousel was to be found within. Even though the walls of this space were almost entirely composed of large windows to let the sunlight in, it was still impossible to determine exactly what sorts of rides where inside, given how the interior was now a pulsating mass of fleshy growths and squirming tentacles.

“Fuck…” Cutter swore quietly under his breath. Clearly he hadn’t noticed what was going on inside the dimly lit building while scanning it from afar earlier. They would have to pass by the large windows with essentially no cover in order to get to the road. Cutter looked around to try and spot any other possible paths to take, but his eyes widened as he looked behind them. 

Looking over her shoulder alongside everyone else, they could all make out several of the humanoid, evolved Krinis meandering their way through the parking lot. It appeared that they were simply heading towards the mall and hadn’t spotted the crouching group of humans yet, but it was clear that going back the way that had come was no longer an option, and that they needed to pick up the pace.

Cutter motioned for them to stick behind him and crawl along the ground in front of the building where the windows didn’t quite reach. This offered at least a modicum of concealment from the creatures within the building, or rather, the thralls and captive humans who acted as the blind lesser Krinis’s eyes, whether they intended to or not.

It was difficult staying low to the ground while also trying to carry the burdensome bags of food. Those carrying them frequently had to pause for a moment to readjust the straps. In these small windows of time, Sarah couldn’t help but peek into the windows to observe what sort of erotic madness lurked within, be it due to her damned curiosity or perhaps the way that the sweet scent from her suit was now filling her mind with the desire to stuff a thick, warm, twitching cock into each of her desperate holes. Judging by how some of the others were acting – idly rubbing their crotches, squeezing their legs, or simply blushing – she wasn’t alone. Sarah gulped. They needed to get cleaned up quickly.

The sprawling mess of tentacles inside the building actually proved to be a bit of a blessing in disguise for the group, as much of the interior surface of the windows was completely covered with pulsating flesh, which dramatically reduced sightlines. However, there were still plenty of gaps available to peer through and make out the depravity within involving dozens of naked, trapped humans.

Of course there were plenty of the standard cock and tit sucking tentacles, dick-shaped tentacles that filled pussies, mouths, and asses, and the accompanying moans and screams of ecstasy from the people bound and spread by the sticky resin and powerful tendrils. Women hung from the ceiling, limbs spread wide while thin tendrils whipped their plump labia, jiggling asses, and wildly swinging boobs with fleshy smacking sounds as their sweat and juices went flying. Men were lowered down so that just their cocks and balls dipped into pools of creamy fluid filled with thrashing little tentacles that chaotically danced around their spurting members and tugged at their sacks. It was as chillingly arousing a sight as ever.

One of the first things Sarah noticed due to a well-placed shaft of light was the sight of a man and woman hanging from the ceiling and facing each other with barely a couple inches between their faces – close enough to kiss if they wanted to – that is, if it weren’t for the undulating tentacles filling their mouths. The woman’s pussy and both of their asses were stuffed with thrusting tentacles, while her plump hanging breasts and his large turgid cock were both being milked by suckling tentacles.

Her milk and his cum were being collected into large transparent sacs above the opposite captive’s head, both containers already completely full of the whitish fluids. The tentacles in their mouths were connected to the sac above their heads, so that the man and woman could only look deep into each other’s eyes with a mixture of horror and lust while she was forced to gulp down his thick semen, and he her rich milk.

Both were unable to keep up with the sheer volume of liquid being pumped down into their throats, resulting in much of it spilling out around their mouths and splattering to the floor to be consumed by baby Krinis that wriggled in the darkness. 

Nearby, several women’s asses emerged from the meaty, pulsating walls, each with another woman’s torso sticking out just above so that her hanging tits rested on her partner’s butt. Each woman above had a tentacle emerging from her mouth that snaked down to hook into the lower woman’s anus, keeping it aloft while tentacles either filled her helpless pussy or gave it reprieve to allow her to give birth to countless small starfish-like Krinis. The newborns wasted no time in climbing up their mother’s hips to either suck at her clit or latch onto the other woman’s breasts to feed.

It was as all erotic as it was disgusting, but Sarah had seen many such horrific fates over the past several months, so she was hardly shocked. That said, there were still several scenes within the building the likes of which Sarah had never witnessed before. Though she tried to keep from being distracted, she felt her face burning with arousal as her attention kept being drawn back into that writhing hellscape on the other side of the thin glass.

In particular, she marveled at one of the new types of appendages the Krinis seemed to have learned to form: wheel-shaped protrusions covered in countless glistening, slime-exuding cilia. Sarah wished she could get closer in order to analyze these rapidly spinning structures, as they hardly seemed possible for an organic creature to produce, but the Krinis had consistently defied logic in the past, so there was no reason to expect them to stop doing so anytime soon, especially as they were continuously evolving.

The tentacles used these brush-like wheels to great effect. Numerous nude women were restrained into kneeling positions, their legs swallowed up by the fleshy floor while their full tits were groped and milked by hanging tentacles. Each woman had one of these spinning cilia wheels between her quivering thighs. 

They were unable to lift their hips even a bit to avoid the wheel pressing aggressively up between their dripping, spreading labia and grinding against their erect clits. The speed of the rotating brush sent sprays of fluid into the air, a mixture of aphrodisiac nectar and gushing pussy juice. The women squirmed and cried out, desperate to escape the powerful stimulation, but they were forced to endure repeated orgasms while the brushes relentlessly scoured their exposed crotches.

Some women even had their nipples subjected to the brush torture instead of being milked. The high-speed rotations caused each of the trembling women’s soft globes to bounce wildly in the air until the wheel abusing her was either moved away to just barely flick against her erect nipples or her breasts were bound and held in place by tendrils that roughly shoved and shook her tender tits against the soft cilia bristles.

The torment offered by these spinning brush wheels wasn’t exclusive to just the women. The tips of some tentacles had morphed into large rings, the insides of which were filled with similarly spinning cilia brushes. Some men had these rings clamped tightly against the bases of throbbing erections and hanging sacks, causing their shafts to swell up with thick veins while their balls were squeezed taut. Their engorged lengths were then covered with multiple rows of these spinning rings, gliding up and down until the man would helplessly quiver and release his plentiful load.

Though it seemed like some men were doing their best to reduce how often they ejaculated, for, as if taking it as a signal, the brush rings would converge on their reddened glans, which were now hyper-sensitive in their post-orgasm state. The whirring cilia mercilessly polished their cock tips even while they were still shooting out hot semen, causing their cum to mix with the brush’s viscous slime to create an even more slippery lubricant.

The men who were resisting the urge to cum didn’t last long, however, as their balls were also subjected to the same brush polishing as their dicks. Though Sarah had no frame of reference for what this sensation might feel like, she didn’t blame them for ultimately giving in and being forced to scream in over-stimulated pleasure. 

Sarah was able to empathize slightly with one woman she managed to get a brief glance of, however, whom she initially mistook as a man given the long appendage between her legs, but it was in fact her abnormally large clit. Her bean had been grown by the nectar to resemble a modest cock, much like what had happened with Diana. The poor woman was snorting and thrashing as every inch of her incredible clit was scoured and polished by the same sorts of brush rings as those engulfing the penis of the young man across from her who was covered in her spraying juices.

Sarah swallowed the drool she didn’t realize had been collecting in her cheeks, only able to imagine what sort of intense pleasure might come from having your giant, swollen clit stroked, sucked, and scoured without end. Adam was already able to squeeze a couple consecutive orgasms out of her with just his lips and tongue playing with her bud, so there was no doubt in her mind that she would immediately be reduced into a quivering, cumming mess after only a few minutes of that incredible torture. Her legs started to tremble even more while doing her best to keep up with the rest of the group. 

There was only another ten yards or so to go, but her head was already becoming fuzzy and swimming with lewd fantasies, and her heavy breathing was getting embarrassingly loud. If it weren't for Adam noticing her condition and grabbing her arm to help pull her along, she may not have been able to prevent her hands from sliding between her thighs after she saw what was enclosed within the last section of the building they were passing by.

Once the crown jewel of the indoor play place, the carousel was now completely overgrown with fleshy tentacles that still vaguely held the ride’s shape. Though the children who had been playing here were thankfully all gone, their parents still remained, and had been arranged and fixed into place to form a horrific perversion of the merry-go-round that had previously been a symbol of care-free merriment.

A dozen men were all arranged in a circle up on the carousel, one on each tentacle-covered horse, with their enormous erections sticking straight up into the air as if matching the slimy poles that rose up to the dripping, meaty ceiling of the ride. Above each man hung a woman – likely each man’s wife, having come to the mall together to enjoy a nice day with their children. Each woman was suspended so that her knees were up to her shoulders, forcing her holes to be fully exposed as they were repeatedly dropped down onto each man’s shaft.

The tentacles holding the women would bounce them up and down on the cocks filling her pussies until every man had fountained his cum inside of her. After which, the women were raised up, thick semen overflowing with oozing jizz while they were rotated clockwise to the next man to begin the process anew. It was hard to tell just how many times this cycle of forced infidelity had gone on for, as each woman must have been partnered with each man hundreds of times over by now given just how much cum was gushing from their holes and pooling up around the base of the “carousel”. 

In fact, it wasn’t even clear if these women were even the original partners of the men at all, for the ones that were visibly quite pregnant with distended stomachs (or at least, bursting with semen-filled wombs), would be carried away by tentacles, dripping as they went, and replaced by “fresh” women grabbed from nearby walls. The new women squealed in shock and delight as they were lowered down onto the girthy, twitching cocks waiting beneath them. Despite the tight fit of the enormous manhoods, the ladies seemed to quite enjoy the sensation of a real, human man’s shaft inside their cunts for the first time in a while.

Adam had noticed the grotesque “ride” as well, having stopped in his tracks to admire the view, a delicious bulge forming in his tight suit that outlined his erection to such a degree that even the one big vein on his shaft that always turned Sarah on like crazy could easily be seen throbbing against the fabric.

It was this reminder that she was with her lover, contrasted with the horrifying thought of him being forced to fuck other women like those on the carousel, that allowed Sarah to break out from her aroused trance and work together with Adam to push past the last few windows and out onto the highway to join the rest of the group behind a stalled, vacant vehicle. Cutter, Priya, and A’luhr were busy scanning the area ahead, but Steven and Zoey turned to help Sarah and Adam over, doing their best not to look down at their friends’ boners or stiff nipples. Despite the terrible things they had all just witnessed, there was just no helping certain biological reactions.

They weren’t quite out of the fire yet, as A’luhr pointed out more of the rotund, armor-like Krinis from earlier that had their human batteries trapped safely inside, stomping around the road. Fortunately, the creatures were far enough away to pose any real threat, and none of the cars they passed by proved to be filled with any tentacles eager to reach out and drag them inside.

Once they had finally pushed into the tree line and progressed several minutes into the thicket, Cutter was the first to break the silence with something other than the grumbling of stomachs.

“We should be far enough away from heavily populated areas to speak freely now,” he said. “But remain on alert. The Harvesters aren’t the only things out here to be worried about.”

“You mean like cougars or something?” Asked Zoey, who was nervously looking around the trees as if expecting to be pounced on at any moment.

“Worse,” Priya replied with a scowl. “Other people. Honestly, I’d rather come across a harvester than a group of humans. At least those alien bastards are predictable – they just want to grab and fuck, but you never know what’s going on in another person’s sick fucking head.”

“Agreed,” Cutter nodded, stroking his beard. “The harvesters are more like an unfeeling force of nature – dangerous to be sure – but nothing matches the cunning and possible cruelty of your fellow man.”

“You’re preaching to the choir on that one,” Steven scoffed, giving Cutter and Priya annoyed looks and gesturing to the guns at their hips.

“You’re lucky you bumped into nice people like us,” Cutter chuckled with a shrug. “There are plenty of unsavory types around here who would have killed you on the spot, or done worse.” Sarah and Zoey gulped lightly, knowing all too well what he was implying. At least the Krinis seemed to take care of their captives in their own way, keeping them alive and healthy. Women were scared enough as it was to walk the streets alone even before the rule of law had crumbled, and there was no telling what people with more horniness and brawn than scruples might try to force onto others in this insane new world. For depraved criminals like these, it was hard to imagine them keeping any victims alive, much less healthy.

“You speak of the Krinis as if they are mindless simpletons,” A’luhr sighed with a shake of her head. “I advise you to adjust that evaluation before it is your undoing.” 

“The Kr-?  Oh, the harvesters – right,” Cutter replied. “It’s true that they do seem to be growing more and more diverse and unpredictable these days, what with all these fancy new forms they’re taking.” He held his gaze on A’luhr while walking astride her, one brow raised in suspicion. “You sure seem to know an awful lot about them. I seem to recall one of you folks mentioning you had escaped from their nest? How, exactly, did you manage that?” Even though he was speaking calmly, there was a note of accusation in his voice, as if challenging her to lie to him.

“The only people that leave the hives are those who serve the harvesters,” Priya added. “So either you’re really good at hiding your ear worms or you got really fuckin’ lucky.”

“It was pretty much the latter,” Adam chimed in from behind. “The harvesters started acting all lethargic for a bit, and not only did we happen to be trapped near an entrance, but we had some of our weapons dropped nearby.” He held up the vibrator rod and activated it while waving it in the air in what he probably thought looked like a cool flourish.

“Hmm,” Cutter muttered slowly while scratching his chin. “That does align with what some of our scouts were saying about the harvesters behaving strangely recently. But that just leads me to even more questions. What the hell are those weapons of yours? How did you figure out the thing with the sparklers? We’ve been trying all kinds of weapons against those fuckers and they just regenerate – if they even get hurt at all.”

“More luck,” Sarah hurriedly explained, sensing that Adam was floundering for a plausible answer. “On the very first day of the invasion, we more or less hit one of them with a flare gun by mistake and it just turned to ash. So we put two and two together after some experimentation and figured out it’s something to do with magnesium oxide.”

“Huh, that’s pretty astute – and advanced stuff to figure out.”

“Adam and I are both professors. I’m a biologist and he is an engineer.”

“You mean you teach biology and engineering,” Priya scoffed.

“Same difference,” Sarah scowled at her. “You can thank Adam here for making all the trinkets you’ve seen us use. He’s a good engineer. He even has…er, had a Youtube channel.”

“Ah, the badge of anyone worth their salt,” Priya rolled her eyes.

“Oh for sure,” Steven beamed, having failed to pick up on her sarcasm. “I was a pretty well-known game streamer. Maybe you’ve heard of me? My channel name is–”

“I haven’t.”

“Ah.” Steven’s excited voice fell with disappointment. He looked away as if busying himself by checking the trees, but Zoey noticed the crushed look on her brother’s face.

“Hey, what’s your fucking problem!?”  Zoey shouted angrily – probably a bit louder than she had intended. She stood there clenching her fists while everyone turned to look at her, taken aback by the sudden outburst from the usually shy girl. Sarah knew that her student turned into somewhat of a different animal when competing out on the field, and it was looking like it was the same way with matters regarding her brother.

“I-it’s fine, Zo,” Steven stammered in surprise, just as shocked as the rest of the group. “I don’t know why I even thought to ask that in the first place, really.”

“No, it’s not fine!” Zoey continued to seethe through clenched teeth. Her face was reddening with every word as if she had been holding back some great rage within herself for quite a while now that was finally boiling over out of control. “She’s been acting like an annoying stuck-up bitch this entire time even after all we’ve done for them! I’m sick of it!”

Everyone continued to stare at her as the forest lapsed back into an awkward silence. It wasn’t long before Zoey’s heaving chest and tight fists relaxed as she calmed down and regained her senses.

“S-sorry…” She mumbled, her face now red from embarrassment instead of fury. Sarah worriedly glanced over at Priya, expecting to have to help restrain the hot-headed woman from going after Zoey, but instead was surprised to see that Priya was simply standing there with a thin smile on her face.

“Don’t be sorry,” Priya chuckled humorlessly. “It’s hot seeing a woman take control and speak her mind like that.” She briefly looked Zoey up and down, arms crossed, making the younger woman blush even more. “But let me tell you what my problem is.” She spoke in a low voice. Her tone of mild admiration quickly hardened to become cold and threatening. “You all show up out of nowhere, using knowledge and weapons we’ve never heard of before, you lie to us to our faces, keep trying to act all friendly with us to get into our good graces, and you’re wondering why I don’t like you, much less trust you?”

“What?” Sarah scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. “We’re trying to be friendly with you because, one, we are friendly, and two, you’ve kinda threatened our lives a few times in case you forgot. You’re the ones with the guns! Are you expecting us to be actively trying to antagonize you or something?”

“Okay, you want to be friends? Fine. Love that. What’s the helium really for, then? Let’s start there.”

“Huh…?”

“The helium your cow-titty friend there is carrying. You told us it was for fuel, which is obviously a lie. Contrary to popular belief, helium isn’t combustible. So why did you lie to us?” Adam sighed and massaged his eyes, clearly having been aware from the start that Steven’s “quick thinking” might have been a little too quick. Cutter sighed as well, as if hoping to have this conversation at a later occasion when they weren’t trekking through the woods covered in slime.

“W-well, that’s…” Sarah fumbled for words to try and come up with anything more plausible than that they were trying to get an alien spaceship running. It would be easy enough to just show them the evidence, but why risk letting such advanced technology fall into the hands of people they barely knew? Besides, it was likely that Priya and Cutter would grow hostile after finding out A’luhr’s hidden identity, especially if this is how Priya reacted to a small lie about some helium.

“It was not technically a lie,” A’luhr stepped in, deciding it was her turn to keep the yarn spinning. “Helium is used as a coolant for these devices; so in a sense, it is a fuel.” She gestured towards the vibrator wands and impulse detonators attached to the suits of Sarah and the others. “These are also of… Adam’s… design.” She looked over at him and he hastily nodded in agreement while trying to hide the look of bewilderment on his face. “They are quite effective, as you saw, but they require significant resources to maintain operation.”

“I take it you’re Adam… and you say you made these?” Cutter looked Adam up and down with skepticism in his eyes.

“Well, yes,” Adam cleared his throat and crossed his arms proudly. “You see, I noticed how the creatures seem to navigate through vibration, so I thought ‘what if we could overstimulate them?’ I had some failed, uh, inventions of sorts lying around in my bunker that I was able to modify. Unfortunately, we ran out of helium to power them with, so we had to venture out further than usual and ended up getting caught. We were lucky that they still had just enough juice left in them to help us escape eventually.”

“Do you think you could make more?” Cutter asked, stroking his beard. Everyone stared at Adam, who lightly gulped.

“Uhh… yeah…!” Adam replied without a lot of confidence in his voice. “You see, the thing is, uh, I’d just need some really specific materials.”

“Great. When we get back to base, you’ll make a list of what you need, and we’ll send scouts out to acquire it all.”

“Cutter! You’re serious about bringing them back with us!?” Priya complained, shaking her head in disbelief. “What if they really are spies or something!?”

“Then we’ll take care of them when the time comes. You know I’m a good judge of character – that’s why you’re here – so trust me when I saw that they don’t seem the type.”

“We’re really not spies…” Sarah added. “I get where you’re coming from, but would spies really be as, uh, bumbling as us to get caught like that?”

“You could have just wanted to get close to us to win our trust,” Priya sniffed.

“What, and risk being shot? It doesn’t add up.”

“Listen, Priya,” Cutter sighed, clearly being familiar with this sort of behavior from her. “Friends are rare enough as it is these days, so it doesn’t hurt to make new connections now and then, right?”

“Not getting close to people unless absolutely necessary is how you stay sane in this world,” Priya retorted, beginning to walk ahead again. “I’m not planning on losing anyone else I care about.

“Well, it seems like you don’t care about these folks, so no problem, then.” Cutter chuckled as he followed after her. The rest of the group began to move as well, lapsing into an awkward silence as Priya had no comeback. After a few minutes of just listening to the snaps of twigs beneath their feet and the wind in the trees, Adam decided to break the silence.

“So…” he began, making everyone glance his way. “How have you guys survived this long? We were lucky in that I happened to have a special underground bunker, but I can’t imagine that’s a particularly common thing.”

“Well, we are in California,” Cutter replied. “Plenty of rich folks with almost as much paranoia as they have money.”

“True, true…”

“But nah, we’ve settled in an old factory nearby. From what we can tell, the harvesters have a hard time sensing people through concrete – or maybe it’s the lead paint – not really sure, but as long as one of them doesn’t get in to call their friends, it’s pretty secure.”

“And now you’re just spilling secrets!” Priya gaped.

“They’ve already shared plenty of useful knowledge with us,” Cutter shrugged. “Equivalent exchange and all that. Besides, if they really are spies like you seem determined to believe, they’d likely already know that.” Priya clicked her tongue with a huff but seemed to concede his point.

“So, you’ve just got a whole little community living safely out here?” Sarah asked, excitement growing. “How many people? Do you have power? How often do you need to go out to scavenge?” The questions started bubbling out of her.

“Well, see, I’m not about to give you all those specifics quite yet,” Cutter responded while working his jaw. “Priya may be jaded but she’s not exactly wrong in that we still don’t fully know who you are yet… but what I can tell you is that we don’t have showers, so the river is a much more convenient place to get cleaned up – and speak of the devil.”

Sure enough, the sound of bubbling rapids had been steadily growing closer over the past several minutes, and as the group came to the top of a small hill, the river came into view. It wasn’t particularly deep given that the rocky riverbed was easily visible beneath the crisp, clear water, maybe up to Sarah’s thighs at its deepest. This allowed them to easily fjord the river and get to the other side, where just beyond a thicket of bushes they found a little clearing among the trees.

“Hoo, this’ll be a good place to stop for a bit,” Cutter announced with a tired exhale of breath as he sat on a fallen log. No one had any objections. Those carrying satchels of food gratefully dropped them in the grass and stretched their necks and backs, stiff from the long walk. Priya dropped her bag a bit way from the others, next to which she also tossed the two daggers she had confiscated from A’luhr, who was now reverently placing the helium canisters in some brush and covered them up with twigs and leaves to hide them, looking around over her shoulder as she did so. 

“Your masked friend over there is really keen on keeping those safe, huh?” Cutter chuckled to Sarah as they watched A’luhr hide her precious treasure. “I don’t know that there are many people around who are looking to steal any helium – unless there happened to be roving bands of clowns in this forest – but then we’d have more problems to worry about.” He shuddered at the thought. Sarah let out a little giggle at his joke, happy that the ice really seemed to have finally been broken.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s just determined to make this whole crazy adventure worth it,” Sarah shrugged. “Oh, speaking of not calling people by their names, why don’t we finally introduce ourselves?”

“Fair enough. I take it you’ve already picked up on our names, so yeah, let’s keep the equivalent exchange of info going.”

“Great, my name’s Sarah; nice to meet you,” Sarah said with one of those “professional” smiles on her face. She held out her hand and Cutter firmly shook it. 

“Charmed.”

“You already got Adam’s name.” Sarah looked over at Adam, who nodded back while massaging his neck.

“Uh, hi, I’m Steven,” Steven introduced himself with a small wave. “And this is my sister –”

“Zoey. Nice to meet you… kind of,” Zoey interjected with a grumble, still scowling a bit at Priya who was watchfully standing over the piles of food.

“And this is A’luhr”, Sarah concluded, directing their attention towards A’luhr who had just joined the group circle after apparently being satisfied that the canisters were fully concealed.

“Huh, what kind of name is ‘Allure’?” Cutter replied with a raised brow. “Never heard that before – you a foreigner or something?”

“I believe that would be an appropriate title for myself, yes,” A’luhr nodded. “But, tell me, what manner of name is ‘Cutter’?” She crossed her arms and tilted her head curiously.

“Touché,” Cutter raised his hands in the air as if giving up. “That’s just my last name. You can feel free to call me ‘Lance’ if you want, but most people don’t.”

“Why’s that?” Sarah asked.

“Because ‘Lance’ isn’t my name either,” Cutter grinned. Priya rolled her eyes.

“He thinks he’s a funny guy,” Priya sighed with an exasperated look on her face. “Don’t you, Timmy.”

“Wow, hey, I thought you were the one who was so against giving away secrets,” Cutter gasped as if wounded. “Just ‘Tim’ will be fine, thank you.” Sarah laughed aloud for the first time in a while. Her first impression of Cutter had been that of a no-nonsense, “alpha male” sort, but it seemed he was more gregarious than she had expected – perhaps it was all just a coping mechanism for the stress. Sarah could certainly relate.

Perhaps it was this sudden release from the stress of the past few hours, if not months, that finally allowed Sarah’s exhaustion, hunger, and horniness to hit her all at once like a train. The world around her began to swirl as her head started to spin, her stomach cramp as if imploding, and her legs buckled beneath her as she collapsed to the ground onto her knees, breathing heavily.

“Sarah!” Adam cried out, rushing to her side to assist her, though he was wobbling as well.

“I’m fine,” Sarah replied with a huff, uneasily getting back to her feet with Adam’s help while doing her best to ignore the empty feelings from both her belly and her crotch. “But I think I’m not alone in saying that I’m just very hungry and also very ready to get this nasty stuff off of me.” The rest of the group all muttered in agreement, looking down at their nectar-covered clothing with disgust.

“Why don’t you lovely ladies go take care of things first,” Cutter suggested, beckoning towards the nearby rushing water as if welcoming them in. “Oh, and you too, Priya – unless you want to bathe with me and the guys?”

“And what, give you boys a free show?” Priya scoffed with a look of bemused annoyance on her face. “I think I’ll be stripping off with the rest of the ‘lovely ladies’, thanks.” Cutter chuckled and shrugged with feigned innocence. Priya crossed her arms and raised a brow. “I hate you sometimes, you know?”

“Eh, I’m used to it.”

“I shall bathe last, if at all,” A’luhr announced, sitting down next to Cutter on the fallen log. “My suit and helmet have largely protected me from the effects of the nectar, so my situation is not quite as dire.” She flicked her wrist and sent a glob of goo flying off into the bushes, revealing her clean suit underneath to prove her point. “I shall keep watch over our surroundings.”

“Alright,” Cutter replied, getting to his feet. “In that case, because our base is still a ways away and we don’t want anyone dying on us, the boys will start preparing a quick meal for all of us to enjoy, won’t we?”

“You don’t need to convince me,” said Steven, already halfway towards one of the bags of food. Sarah thought she could see drool around his chin as she, Zoey, and Priya began to make their way down towards the river, where trees and bushes created a private area away from the clearing.

Once the group of women were standing on the pebbly riverbank out of earshot of the others, Sarah turned to Priya, who was already undoing her pouch-lined belt.

“Uh, so what was up with Cutter, er, Tim, asking you to bathe with the men? Are you guys, uh, together or something?” Sarah asked awkwardly as she felt around for the little button on the suit of her neck that A’luhr had told them was supposed to release the fabric from her body.

“What?” Priya blinked back at her, momentarily stopping partway through unzipping her jacket. She let out what seemed like a legitimate laugh as if she found Sarah’s question moronic. “Oh, far from it. He just likes to rib me like that because I’m gay.”

“O-oh!” Sarah stammered, feeling her face blush with embarrassment. Thinking back, she recalled that there had been plenty of clues, and now felt a bit foolish for not realizing it sooner. “Th-that’s totally cool.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, absolutely!” Zoey added. Her suit was now loose around her, exposing her pale bare back. “I mean, I used to shower with the whole team after a game, and some of the girls were gay, so I’m pretty used to it – no worries at all.” She seemed to hesitate for a moment but then continued to strip. Perhaps Zoey’s discomfort came from not being as familiar with Priya as she was with the girls on her field hockey team. It was clear that she, like Sarah, was totally fine with this reveal, but it did somewhat change the context of their shared bath. 

“Oh, don’t flatter yourselves,” Priya sighed, clearly used to this sort of reaction. “Neither of you are my type. I may be a bit… brash… but I’m not a fuckin’ rapist!” She pulled off her pants and top, revealing her well-toned abs, muscular thighs, and her simple black panties and bra that firmly held her ample breasts in place, which, while not huge, were still very sizable and shapely given how little body fat she seemed to have.

Despite being several years older than Sarah, Priya’s brown skin was still taut and glistening, though dotted with small scars here and there that appeared to be from a mixture of cuts and even bullet wounds. Her trained body very much gave off the classic aura of “badass”. Sarah couldn’t help but admire it, though she was now a bit more self-conscious about how her eyes traveled over Priya’s tight stomach.

Sarah coughed and looked away as Priya finished stripping, her naked body now proudly on full display without a care in the world. She sported a full, thick bush of dark pubes that naturally formed a shapely triangle that pointed down to her slit. Her breasts had a gentle sag to them, but otherwise bounced with a pleasant elasticity as she entered the river, stopping just before the water reached her plump, round ass that looked deliciously squishy despite still being so taut with muscle. 

Though Priya tried to keep a straight face, the hardening of her dark nipples betrayed her coldness, pulling her large, feminine areolas into rigid little peaks. She showed almost no sign at all of her approaching being middle-aged, save for the skin around her neck and arms that was starting to droop and wrinkle over so slightly. Seeing how confident Priya was in her own skin made Sarah feel a bit foolish for fretting over a few grays, but then again, it looked like Priya had put the work in. Sarah resolved herself to start going back to the gym if things ever returned to normal. Definitely. Maybe.

That said, Sarah was hardly ashamed of her body, and Zoey seemed proud of her own as well, but both women silently felt a bit awkward about the situation – though it was still vastly preferable over stripping nude in front of the men. Priya, sensing the awkwardness, turned away from the pair of them, busying herself with rinsing her skin while Sarah and Zoey finished stripping behind her back.

The two of them stepped into the river, the frigid current lapping at their exposed thighs as they slowly inched deeper and deeper into the water until they were next to Priya, who was bending over at the waist to scoop more water into her long black hair that she had removed from its ponytail, allowing clear droplets to drip off of her erect nipples as her breasts swayed beneath her. She glanced up as she heard them approach, slinging her hair back and running her fingers through it to get out any snarls. She looked the two naked women up and down with a raised brow.

“I do have to say, though, you both have some real nice tits; I’m almost jealous.” Priya whistled, unashamedly staring at Sarah’s and Zoey’s enhanced boobs, which jiggled softly as they began to gingerly splash water onto their sweaty skin.

“H-hey!” Zoey stammered, doing her best to cup her breasts to hide them, but they were still a great deal larger than her hands, resulting in her fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh that spilled seductively around her digits. This only served to increase the eroticism of her appearance while doing little to hide anything other than her pink nipples, which were stiffened from the chill. “I thought you said we weren’t your type!”

“What? I’m not blind. You both have hot tits, and I like tits – who doesn’t?”

Sarah opened her mouth to retort, but then closed it, realizing she didn’t really have a leg to stand on herself after having previously ogled both A’luhr and Priya. She had to admit, even though her unfamiliarly large boobs were starting to hurt her back, she would miss them a bit once the nectar wore off and she returned to her somewhat more modest original cup size.

“See, this is what happens when I try to compliment people,” Priya sighed, now twisting and squeezing the water from her hair. “Sorry, I didn’t realize there were still prudes in the world. How many random naked people have you seen getting fucked lately? I’ve seen a ton. I guess I’m just desensitized now.”

“I get that…” Sarah admitted, scooping water up with her hands and dousing her own auburn locks. “It’s… pretty crazy. Sorry for, uh, being all awkward. We just aren’t really used to being around, well, other people, these days.”

“Yeah, I never thought I’d see the day when I’d become used to seeing my brother’s junk,” Zoey added as she ran her wet hands up and down her slender legs. “I’m worried that day is fast approaching.” She shivered at the thought. “It’s just been us five together since the start… well there were six of us…” She trailed off sullenly, now scrubbing her thigh more than was probably necessary as she stared blankly into the ripples dancing around her legs.

“So you’ve lost people too, huh?” Priya replied with a click of her tongue. “No surprise. As I was saying earlier, having too many people around you that you care about is just a recipe for disaster these days. Not worth it.”

“You must reeeeally hate living in your safe little community then, huh?” Sarah asked sarcastically, noticing the hurt in Zoey’s eyes. “I don’t think you realize just how lucky you are.” Priya froze, her face hardening.

“Lucky?” Priya hissed angrily, sloshing towards Sarah with her fists clenched. Sarah was taken aback by this unexpected escalation in emotion, and for a moment she half-expected Priya to punch her in the face, but instead, the scarred woman stopped right in front of her to the point that their pointed nipples were almost touching. This tantalizing distance was quickly closed as Priya leaned in to seethe in Sarah’s face, both their pairs of large, supple breasts now squishing against on another as neither woman backed off.

“‘Lucky’ is when I met my girlfriend while we were both serving overseas together,” Priya continued, staring Sarah straight in the eyes from only a few inches away. Now that Priya mentioned it, Sarah could spot a simple but gorgeous wedding band on her hand, which had previously been hidden by her gloves. “‘Lucky’ is when I got to hold her in my arms a year after our units were separated, the entire time wondering if we would ever see each other again. ‘Lucky’ is when we finally returned home and she agreed to marry me.” Priya’s voice continuously increased in both pitch and speed as she spoke, overcome by painful emotions.

“I–” Sarah quietly tried to interject, realizing she had clearly opened up a big sore spot without meaning to, but Priya interrupted her.

“Are you saying it was lucky, too, then, when these sick fucking alien fucks attacked the city three days before our wedding? It was ‘lucky’ how I had to watch as they grabbed, stripped, and raped my fiancée right in front of my goddamn eyes while I was powerless to stop them!? ‘Lucky’ how they dragged her away to some dark pit while they kept me trapped alone in the house we had just moved into – pinned to the wall with disgusting tentacles while they fucked every hole in my body over and over again for God knows how long, turning our once dream home into my worst fucking nightmare?”

There were now tears in Priya’s eyes from a mixture of anger and grief that left her trembling, but still she continued, barely taking the time to catch her quivering breath. “The only ‘luck’ I ever had since that day was when Cutter found and saved me by some fucking miracle. But I lost everything that day! Everything! At least you all still have some of your friends, family, and lovers or whatever with you! But I. Have. Nothing!” She enunciated every word as raw desperation clawed into her already wavering voice.

Priya gasped as a tear fell down her already wet cheek. She blinked it away then pushed off from Sarah, turning to splash back to the riverside where her discarded clothes had been left on a rock to bake in the afternoon sun, drying the slime into a crusty coating. As Priya knelt in the water to begin scrubbing the nectar off her pants, Sarah couldn’t help but feel that the muscular, proud woman now seemed much frailer than before, her shoulders hunched as if pressed down by some immense, invisible weight.

Sarah remained silent, unable to find the right words. She mentally simulated half a dozen potential outcomes from how she might – or might not – apologize. Before she could stammer anything out, Zoey strode past her, brushing her wet blonde hair out of her face before bending over to grab her grimy suit from the riverbank – seemingly unperturbed that her perfectly round ass was pointed directly in front of Priya’s face, who for her part kept her eyes down on her task.

“I almost lost my whole family too,” Zoey said softly as she began to soak her suit next to Priya. “I don’t know where I’d be right now if not for my brother still being safe, so… so I can’t imagine what you’re feeling. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Priya didn’t reply, remaining completely focused on washing her clothes. “I did see them though, down in the nest – my family, I mean.” At this, Priya glanced in Zoey’s direction without turning her head to meet the girl’s forlorn gaze.

“I didn’t see them in person; it was through a camera,” Zoey continued, her voice warbling as she did her best to maintain her composure. “For what it’s worth, they were safe… and seemed… happy. I-I don’t know if that brings you any sort of comfort, but I’m sure that your fiancée–”

“Tori,” Priya murmured.

“Huh?”

“Tori. Her name was Victoria.” Priya stopped scrubbing and looked over at Zoey. Though her eyes were dry now, they were still a bit red and puffy from the tears she had been desperately trying to hide. “Thank you… it’s nice to hear that she’s probably doing fine… in a twisted sort of way… but even still, I know I’ll never see her again.”

“H-hey now… that’s not true,” Sarah replied in a gentle tone, worried that she might set Priya off again by mistake. “Everyone’s going to get out of there just fine and things will get better!” Priya turned around to stare at Sarah as if she were insane. Sarah nervously twisted a strand of her dripping amber hair in her fingers, unsure how much about their experience and knowledge she could safely reveal to Priya without causing more disbelief and distrust. “We, um, discovered some stuff while we were down in the creatures’ hive that we think we could leverage to completely eradicate them. You saw how we already created effective weapons, right? We really think we’re onto something here.”

“You don’t need to try and comfort me anymore,” Priya sighed, standing up. Her expression had softened considerably. “I’m fine now, but I don’t think I can stomach listening to any more fantasies for the time being.” Water dripped down the curves of her fit body as she stepped out of the river and laid her clothes out on a rock where they quickly began to dry in the sun’s warm rays.

“B-but it’s true!” Zoey exclaimed, wringing out her suit, which didn’t actually seem to accomplish much given how water resistant the strange fibers were. In fact, the futuristic garment seemed to begin to rapidly dry the moment it was removed from the river. “We have a plan to get rid of the Queen and–” Her mouth snapped shut as she noticed Sarah putting her finger to her lips and shaking her head in a surreptitious shushing motion. They had just gotten Priya to calm down – maybe the calmest they’d ever seen her – and Sarah didn’t want to risk ruining that by drawing out the conversation.

Priya found a particularly large and flat boulder near where her clothes were drying and reclined on top of it, crossing one leg over the other and using her hands as a pillow to get as comfortable as she could. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily as her wet skin glistened in the sun.

“I’m gonna take a quick nap and dry off while you two finish up,” Priya said, shifting her back to get into a slightly more relaxing position. “But don’t try anything funny; I’m a light sleeper. Got it?” Sarah and Zoey mumbled in the affirmative before glancing at each other. Zoey gave Sarah a quizzical look, who simply shrugged and went to go wash off her own suit, doing her best not to create too much noise and disturb Priya, though Sarah wasn’t convinced that she was actually asleep. Sarah smiled to herself. Trust wasn’t something easy to earn these days, but it seemed like they had made the first baby steps with Priya.

It wasn’t long before Sarah and Zoey both splashed out of the river and began to do their best to dry off on the pebbly beach next to Priya, squeezing water out of their soaked hair. Zoey’s usual sporty ponytail had come undone at some point while they were escaping the hive, having lost her hairband, but she revealed that she had “borrowed” one she had spotted earlier in the Macy’s, allowing her to put her long hair back up once it had dried enough for her liking. It wasn’t until Sarah and Zoey started to slide back into their completely dry skinsuits that Priya made a noise.

“I’m sorry about your family, too,” Priya sighed, eyes still closed. “I admit that I don’t know what that’s like – or at least, I wouldn’t have without Tori. I never knew my parents. I just bounced around from foster home to foster home until I was old enough to get away and join the military. I had nothing to lose.” She let out a wry chuckle and cracked her eyes open to look up at the wispy clouds lazily drifting in the blue sky high above. “I guess this probably isn’t a surprise to you both, but I never made any friends there, either. I guess that’s why losing Tori was such a shock. Just as I started having a reason to live life, it was snatched from me.” 

She stood, wiping away some tiny pebbles and bits of dirt that were stuck to her ass before grabbing her slightly damp clothes and beginning to pull them on. “Listen, I don’t know you guys well, and I don’t plan to, but it’s clear that we all have one thing in common: we hate those alien fucks.” She finished clasping her bra under her chest before spinning it around and stuffing her ample breasts into the cups, adjusting them so they were nice and snug and created some very alluring cleavage. “If you guys really do have some sort of ‘plan’, then I don’t see any harm to hearing you out once we’re back at base. Even if we just save one person, I guess that can still make a difference – it did for me.”

Sarah was about to bring up how Priya had just recently been talking about the captured humans as mere “cores” to be blown away with gunfire in order to defeat the Krinis, but decided to let it go. Perhaps this was the sort of change that a small spark of hope could stir within even the most pragmatic and jaded of hearts. Instead, she simply grinned.

“Of course!” Sarah replied, her body now once again encased in her tight suit, though it felt like she was getting less support for her chest than before. Perhaps the fibers were stretched out or weakening in some way after being exposed to the nectar for so long. “We’ll need some strong allies to help us, after all.”

“Okay, you don’t need to try and butter me up any more,” Priya snorted as she started to make her way back up the riverbank towards where they had made camp.

“Don’t talk about butter right now…” Zoey gulped, rubbing her empty, grumbling stomach. “I hope the guys got some food out for us… I’m seriously on the verge of keeling over right now.”

“Just try not to stuff your faces. We lost a lot trying to get this stuff, so we better have something to show for it when we return to base.”

“R-right…”

Sarah and Zoey followed after Priya as she pushed her way through the thicket and back into the clearing where they found Steven, Adam, and Cutter standing around a small fire and eagerly throwing various things into it with looks of excitement on their smiling faces. Sarah sighed with envy. Men’s relationships seemed so simple.

A’luhr didn’t appear to have joined the guys in their pyromania. Instead, she stood watch by the tree line, her gaze transfixed until she spotted Sarah and the others rejoining the group. A moment later, the men also noticed the returning women and beckoned them over towards the crackling fire.

“Uh, are we sure that having an open flame in the middle of the woods is a good idea?” Sarah asked worriedly, standing above the crouching men with her arms crossed. “What if we’re spotted? Or even worse, start a forest fire or something?”

“There shouldn’t be any other people way out here in the middle of nowhere,” Cutter answered with a shrug, tossing one last stick into the flames before standing up. “The Harvesters probably know that too, so they won’t waste their time hunting in the area. They usually don’t.”

“As for forest fires, look,” Adam added, gesturing around the base of the fire. They had constructed a simple fire ring out of rocks and raked away all the leaves and needles in a large circle around it, leaving only dirt exposed to the occasional glowing piece of ash that swirled out of the flames. “We’re not making a bonfire here, just enough to warm up some food and get you ladies nice and dry.”

“How curious,” A’luhr replied with a tilt of her helmeted head. “Did you not once tell me that you enjoyed getting ladies wet?”

“H-hey! Don’t go saying stuff like that out loud! It was a joke! A joke!” Adam laughed awkwardly as he caught sight of Sarah staring daggers at him.

“I see… humor remains a challenge for me, it seems.” A’luhr clicked her tongue in frustration.

“Now, see, that’s something we have in common,” Priya said, roughly patting A’luhr on the shoulder, who didn’t so much as wiggle where she stood. Priya seemed impressed by this.

“Look at all the food we got!” Steven blurted out, unable to contain his excitement any longer. He pointed over to the fallen log where a row of cans was set up. The labels indicated that the contents included such preserved delicacies as baked beans, meat ravioli, vegetables, fruits, and hearty stew. Next to the cans was a bag of flour tortillas, which miraculously didn’t seem to have mold on them – or at least, nothing that couldn’t be torn off. “C’mon, let’s go get cleaned up so we can all eat!” 

Steven took off down towards the river with a surprising amount of energy given how he had allegedly been on the verge dying from starvation not an hour earlier. Adam and Cutter followed after him, though before Cutter made it to the edge of the clearing, he withdrew a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and tossed it to Priya, who deftly caught it.

“Feel free to use the can opener on that and start without us,” Cutter called out as he disappeared into the thicket. A few moments later, the women could all hear chuckles and hollers coming from the river, along with the sounds of loud splashing as if someone had just been pushed into the water. Sarah and the rest all exchanged exasperated looks before turning their gazes towards the flickering fire. Sarah thought she could hear both Priya and A’luhr muttering in annoyance under their breaths at how reckless the guys were being.

Sarah also had some concerns, but her worries melted away from the heat from the flames. It felt heavenly against Sarah’s chilly face, which didn’t have the benefit of being warmed up by the suit’s advanced technology. Other than speaking to agree that they should all wait for the guys to return before eating – unless they spent too much time goofing around – the women all sat in silence, staring pensively into the swirling fire as they occupied themselves with their own thoughts and occasionally tossing another few sticks into the fire pit. Priya also took to counting, then recounting, the ammo in her handgun, which she had reattached to her thigh. She seemed much more at ease now that she was armed again.

Zoey had just started to try and get some small talk going when the men all suddenly burst back into the clearing, laughing and still dripping wet, though Adam and Steven’s suits were rapidly drying. They had spent only a small fraction of the time bathing that the women had. In Cutter’s case, it wasn’t clear if he had even bothered taking his clothes off at all before getting into the water, given how soaked they were, unless perhaps he was indeed the victim of that big splash they had all heard earlier and had decided to just roll with it.

“Alright, time to feast!” Steven shouted excitedly, already making his way towards the canned food while continuing to wipe the water from his face that was dripping down from his hair.

“I take it you boys had fun?” Sarah said to Adam with a raised brow as he stood next to her, hands over the fire.

“Cutter’s actually a pretty chill dude,” Adam responded. “He’s gonna teach us how to fire guns when we get back to base. Never actually had a chance to do that before, and it’s been really hurting my man cred. It was only by firing these guns three times a day that I was able to maintain it this long.” He flexed his arms in various dramatic poses, his suit tightly hugging his decently bulky muscles as he made exaggerated grunting noises in an obvious attempt to get Sarah to laugh.

“Uh-huh. Well, will it help your ‘man cred’ to come sit next to your girlfriend and warm her up while we eat?” Sarah replied with a light giggle. Even though she knew Adam was just being silly, she had to admit that seeing him all wet and posing in that tight suit was threatening to undo all the drying off she had done.

“Allow me to earn extra credit by going get some food for you, professor,” Adam replied with a small, goofy bow.

“Don’t call me professor, professor!” Sarah teased back at him. “But yeah, go snag me some of that ravioli, please.”

“Ah, a woman with a refined palette,” Adam said with a horribly butchered Italian accent, pinching his fingers together in a fancy gesture and squinting as if blinded by her elegance. “Quite like myself.”

“Fuck. Yes, please eat as much of our food as you can,” Priya groaned disgustedly. “Anything to keep your mouths full instead of talking. Holy shit.” Everyone laughed except Priya, who maintained her annoyed expression. A’luhr joined in on the laughter a few seconds later after she realized that this was, indeed, humor, even if Priya would never admit it.

***

“I don’t remember the last time I was this full,” Steven sighed contentedly as he patted his stomach. “And to be honest, I’m still a bit hungry. That’s the sad part.”

“Yeah, well, unfortunately that’s all we’re going to be able to spare for now,” Cutter replied, taking one last bite of his baked bean burrito. None of them had eating utensils fit for canned food, so they had all either taken to filling the somewhat dry tortillas with the various offerings or simply slurping them straight out of the can. Sarah had opted for the burrito method, considering the value of carbs at the moment, not wanting to cut her mouth on the metal, and the fact that it just looked and sounded nasty to guzzle a bunch of tomato sauce covered ravioli straight right into her mouth.

Not that she wouldn’t have, of course. She had been so hungry that she would have eaten the pasta out of the fire’s coals if she had to, and even then, she would have savored it as the most delicious thing she had tasted in her life. It was hard to put into words how impossibly delectable the warm, salty, meaty, tender pasta was after months of consuming nothing but human milk, cum, and alien slime. Sarah valiantly attempted to do so after the first ravioli graced her tongue, but all she could utter was a weak “Hmmmghoood” that devolved into moans of disbelief as she began to ravenously chow down on her messy burrito, viscous red sauce dripping down her chin as if she were a lioness tucking into a fresh kill.

Everyone else seemed to be in a similar state. Though they all wished the meal could last forever, eventually, the chosen cans were empty and being used to drink water from the flowing river, which was probably clearer and more potable than any they’d find in a sink at the moment. Steven had reached for a bottle of water from the food sack, but Cutter explained it would be best to save that for those back at base who wouldn’t be able to come out to get clean water from the river, which was readily available to the group right now.

Maybe it was indeed the water, or maybe it was the fact that this was the first solid food he’d eaten in a while, but Steven soon declared he had to go “take care of some urgent business” before waddling off into the woods out of sight, clutching his stomach in one hand and a roll of paper towels in the other. Zoey grimaced and looked away, doing her best to focus on the conversation happening around the fire.

The talk had turned from discussing the next leg of their journey – which was to pass through a nearby large park that sounded conveniently like the location of the Brightdark’s crash landing, much to A’luhr’s pleasure – and onto what Cutter did for work before the invasion, given that everyone else had more or less already given at least a glimpse of their history to the others. While Cutter regaled them all with his tale, A’luhr got up to go collect the helium canisters, as it was clear they would be heading out as soon as Steven returned.

“You’re kidding me,” Sarah gawked at Cutter, “a dentist? Seriously!?”

“Well, what can I say?” Cutter responded with a shrug. “Now you know why I’m used to being hated.”

“I can’t imagine it was easy being a dentist with the last name ‘Cutter’,” Zoey remarked with a giggle.

“Sadly true. ‘Dr. Cutter’ didn’t really inspire a ton of confidence. Though I always figured if dentistry didn’t work out, I could probably make it as a hair stylist. Those skill sets are transferable, right?” The group all laughed yet again. Sarah wasn’t used to having this much of a good time anymore. It felt good to let loose like this and actually enjoy herself once and a while. She was so wrapped up in the boisterous mirth that she didn’t even notice how a low, unfamiliar laugh mingled into the noise. At the same time, A’luhr, who was looking behind Sarah, hastily stepped back towards her daggers that were lying on the grass nearby, but she didn’t have time to drop the canisters she was holding before a gruff man’s voice broke through the dying laughter.

“Ah, ah, ah… I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” the voice chided. A’luhr came to a stop and slowly raised her hands up over her head, still holding the helium. Everyone around the fire whipped their heads around to see a middle-aged, rotund, balding man standing at the edge of the clearing, aiming a pistol straight at A’luhr’s chest.

“How about everyone gets up on their feet and backs away from those bags niiiice and slowly, eh?” He continued, gesturing with his gun for everyone to move towards the opposite edge of the clearing and away from the pile of their food and weapons. “I would drop that if I were you, bitch,” He smirked at Priya who, without Sarah realizing it, had already drawn her handgun and was steadily aiming it at the man’s head. “Don’t do anything stupid. You really think you can take all of us down yourself?” 

Priya’s confused expression turned to grim realization as a dozen men emerged from the trees behind the first man, all holding guns and chuckling deviously among themselves. They all grouped up around their apparent leader, moving together past the still-blazing campfire towards Sarah and the others until they were standing only about ten feet apart.

“Sullivan,” Cutter sternly greeted the fat man. “What a nice surprise. Long time no see. What brings you out here?”

“I’ll be the one askin’ questions, Tim,” Sullivan spat back with a sneer. “We were on our way to investigate a plane crash this morning when we came across your little friendship circle here.”

Plane crash? Sarah glanced around at Adam and Zoey who were both sharing the same concerned look. He must have been referring to the Brightdark. Sarah supposed it was too good to be true that their chaotic arrival hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention. Seeing her friends around her, she realized that Steven hadn’t been found yet. Sarah began to scan the tree line with her eyes in hopes of spotting him.

“Huh, I must have missed it,” Cutter replied, trying to keep his tone casual while his hands were raised over his head. “Well, we won’t stop you; you can be on your way.”

“Oh, we will,” Sullivan snorted then spat on the ground. “But we took quite a detour to come visit you all here, so wouldn’t you think it fair to leave us without a parting gift, you know, to make up for all our lost time?”

“Help yourself to whatever you want in the bags over there.” Cutter gestured his head towards the satchels that were left open to reveal the piles of canned and dry goods.

“Such generosity, Tim!” Sullivan laughed. “I think I’ll do just that! But we don’t just want the food. The sluts will be coming with us as well.”

“Excuse me!?” Sarah exclaimed in disbelief.

“Was I talking to you, bitch!?” Sullivan roared, swiveling his gun to aim at Sarah, who stiffened up. “You will only speak when confirming you understand my orders from now on, understand?”

“You fuck–” Adam yelled as if about to launch himself at Sullivan, but he froze up after an ear-piercing gunshot rang through the air as Sullivan fired off a warning shot that lodge into the ground at Adam’s feet.

“Fuck! Do you want to draw the Harvesters right to us all, you son of a bitch!?” Cutter swore, stomping his foot angrily but still keeping his distance from the armed men. 

“You know just as good as I do that this far out in the woods, some little shots aren’t going to attract the freaks,” Sullivan scoffed. “It’d take something a bit louder than that I think – maybe we can get the sluts’ moaning to do it!” All the men in Sullivan’s group laughed. “Mmm… yeah those big fat titties will milk real good, I reckon.” Sullivan stared lecherously at the voluptuous chests of all the women across from him. Sarah had to fight the urge to lower her hands and cover herself.

“M-milk?” Zoey croaked, her mouth dry. “W-what do you mean?” Sullivan stared at her, wild eyed, with a look of incredulous impatience on his face.

“Fuck, didn’t I just say not to speak unless spoken to? Didn’t I? Am I going crazy or what!?”

“Y-you did…” Zoey fearfully admitted. Her face was devoid of color.  

“What did I just say!?” Sullivan roared, pointing his gun at her now.

“B-but you just spoke to me!”

“Don’t get cheeky with me, cunt,” Sullivan scowled. “You’ll know your place soon, which is tied up in the milking pens with the other cows. We found out that women don’t milk well when they aren’t pregnant, so you’ll be strapped down and knocked up over and over until you’re producing. Then we’ll fill your holes with thrusting dildo machines while those juicy tits of yours are sucked dry by our milking machines.” He made lewd milking motions with his hands while the others around him snickered. “The lovely moans all you cock sleeves make while chained together in the milking pens will be your new favorite music!” His voice became more and more manic as he continued until he was nearly breathless from the depraved visions dancing through his demented mind.

Sarah and the others all stared at him as if he were crazy, which he mostly certainly seemed to be. Keeping women as livestock? It was a worse fate than Sarah could have ever imagined. The way he wanted into detail about what he planned to do with them made it clear that he absolutely relished it. Cutter and Priya were certainly correct – other people were far, far worse than the Krinis.

“Or maybe if we have a hard time putting a baby in you,” Sullivan continued, “you’ll have the honor of working out in the field with us as a lovely pack mule, like this slut here.” He whistled over his shoulder and one of the men standing closest to the tree line yanked on a thick chain in his hand, which proved to be attached to a crude metal collar around the neck of an attractive naked blonde woman who stumbled out into the clearing.

The chain connecting to the woman’s collar also had two smaller chains branching off that attached to piercings in her stiff nipples, causing her bountiful breasts to jostle and stretch as they were pulled tight by the chains. She regarded the group with weary, lightless brown eyes that showed no sign of resistance while a stream of drool continuously trickled down from her plump but cracked lips that were spread apart by a large ball gag. 

Not that she was trying to speak much. The only sounds she made were small whimpers and moans, likely elicited by the pair of girthy, vibrating dildos that were kept snugly lodged in both her ass and pussy by a leather harness, which was the only thing she wore other than her collar. Her fluids flowed freely between her trembling legs and down to her bare feet that were covered in dirt and scratches from trekking through the forest. 

A sudden orgasm caused the woman’s legs to buckle slightly and her back to slouch, upon which was a large, overstuffed backpack held up by her arms that were tied behind her back. This angered the man holding her collar, who gave the chain a quick yank to painfully tug at her tits and cause her to trip over onto her knees. The man swore at her and started forcing her to her feet as she stared blankly at her drool that was pooling in the dirt beneath her.

With a start, Sarah realized she recognized the poor woman: it was Jessica Tanner, one of the popular anchors of a local news station. She had seen the gorgeous woman over the course of many rushed mornings, often getting ready for her day alongside Jessica’s glowing smile and energizing humor. Now, she had been reduced to the ragged slave of these putrid men who were now spanking her jiggling ass as she struggled to stand and relieve the pain of the chain stretching out her nipples.

“H-how horrible…!” Zoey gagged, trying not to puke as tears filled her eyes. “What have you done to her!?”

“I’ll help you find out with your own body soon enough, girly. Right, Sullivan?” Said the greasy lanky guy standing behind Sullivan with a wheezing cackle. Hungrily looking Zoey’s skinsuit-clad body up and down while clearly fiddling with the tent in his pants.

“Shut the fuck up, Craig,” Sullivan barked, making the other man audibly whimper. “You know I get the first taste of new goods. But yeah. She’ll learn. They all will.”

“What do you do with the milk? Feed the babies?” Sarah heard herself blurt out. She gulped as everyone turned to stare at her. If the world ever returned to normal, she was definitely going to cross the accursed “boundless curiosity” off of her resume. Sarah squeezed her eyes closed, expecting Sullivan to blow up at her, or worse, but instead he seemed delighted by the question as his face twisted into a crooked yellow smile.

“The babies?” Sullivan and the rest of his crew laughed. “Well, it hasn’t been enough time for our cows to give birth, but we don’t plan to keep the damn babies around! We ain’t feeding useless mouths.” He smirked as he saw the look of horror on all their faces. “No, we’ll just hand ‘em over to the creatures as a sort of… peace offering. I’m sure they’ll take care of ‘em better than we ever could. The milk is for us! Rich, nutritious beverages are a rare commodity these days, you know? Why, it’s our prized export!”

“Y-you sick m-monsters…” Zoey gasped. The others all looked aghast as well, even Priya appeared disturbed as her aim wavered for the first time. “If you love sex so much, why not just give yourselves up to the aliens!?”

“The only thing I value more than good pussy is my freedom,” Sullivan responded, eyes wide as if stunned by the stupidity of her question. “Besides, I’ve seen the stuff those freaks make people do. I ain’t gonna end up sucking some other man’s dick like a fucking faggot!” Priya’s face twitched, and her hands began to shake with rage upon hearing the slur, but still she held steady, though it seemed like she was about to open fire at any moment. 

Before she could do so, however, everyone’s attention was turned to the sound of snapping twigs coming from the side of the clearing near the dropped satchels and weapons. Much to Sarah’s disappointment, Steven’s whereabouts were suddenly revealed as he came stumbling into the clearing with one of Sullivan’s men holding a knife to his gulping throat. Sullivan and the rest of the group all turned to look at them.

“Lookie what I found here!” The burly man holding Steven cried out triumphantly. “There was a sneaky little rat trying to go for the stuff in the pile over there. Well, not as sneaky as he thought I guess!” He chuckled while forcing Steven to step forward into the center of the clearing, who had an apologetic look in his fearful eyes.

“I can’t stand rats sniffing around my food,” Sullivan grunted. “Bring him here.” The man obliged, shoving Steven ahead towards Sullivan, who pulled a large hunting knife out of a sheath on his belt before taking Steven in his free arm and holding the blade level with his neck. The steel was so close to Steven’s skin that a bead of sweat traveling down his throat easily slid onto the shimmering edge.

“Maybe now that I have your little friend here, you’ll all cooperate a bit more readily, eh?” Sullivan sneered, squeezing Steven tight against his pudgy, sweaty midsection, causing Steven to wince. Zoey’s face was ghostly pale, and judging by her worried expression, she, like Sarah, seemed willing to do anything to save her brother’s life. Priya, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered and ready to let off a few rounds at any moment.

It wasn’t clear if Priya was planning on some sort of heroics to save Steven, but it was more likely that she was thinking it was better to kill and be killed than suffer the same cruel fate as Jessica Tanner, and she probably couldn’t care less about Steven’s life regardless. Sarah decided to risk jumping in before things got bloody. The longer they stalled, the more time they had to figure out a plan, and judging by the way that A’luhr had been subtly looking around the area and testing the weight of the canisters in her hands, she was cooking something up.

“Now, then–” Sullivan began to say before Sarah suddenly interrupted him, despite all her instincts telling her not to.

“Y-you really shouldn’t drink human milk, y-you know?” Sarah stammered, doing her best to speak clearly despite her throat feeling so tight. Everyone turned to stare at her as though she were the crazy one here. “I’m a biologist, so trust me when I say that human milk isn’t particularly healthy for adults to drink. It can cause all sorts of–” BANG! Sarah flinched and Zoey shrieked as Sullivan fired off his gun, a bullet whizzing past Sarah’s head and splintering a tree behind her.

“I don’t usually miss when someone tries to order me around,” Sullivan spat, a vein bulging in his beet-red forehead. “You’re not a ‘biologist’; you’re fuck meat. You’re also lucky I’ve taken such a liking to that body of yours that’s built for fucking. Speaking of which, enough with the goddamn chit-chat. Let’s get a look at our goods, eh?” He seemed exasperated when Sarah and the others exchanged nervous, confused glances. “Strip naked, you stupid fucking sluts! We need to inspect those fat tits and tight cunts!” The rest of his crew snickered and whooped.

“S-Sarah!” Adam gasped as she slowly began to undo her suit, tears of embarrassment and rage welling in her eyes. She needed to buy time.

“‘Sarah’, eh?” Sullivan chuckled. “From now on, your name is ‘Cumslut 23’. And you lot will be Cumsluts 24, 25, and 26.” He gestured at Zoey, Priya, and A’luhr in order. “Go on now; show everyone here your big tits. I know your guy friends next to you have been dying to see them, right boys?” Cutter, Steven, and Adam scowled back at him. “Eh, you can thank me later. But see? I’m not such a bad guy; I give out little gifts like this now and then.” Zoey also began to disrobe, eliciting whistles and lewd cat calls from the men as her milky shoulders came into view, her suit slowly sliding down to reveal her cleavage as Sarah did the same.

“D-don’t look, Steven…” Zoey gulped, fighting back tears in her pleading eyes.

“Oh no, keep your eyes wide open, boy,” Sullivan sneered down at his hostage. You’ll be getting a front row seat to these tits. I might even have you suck on them a bit. Ain’t I nice?” Steven stared at his sister with a horrified expression, his legs shaking with fear, grief, and rage. Even though it was true that Steven and his sister had already shared several intimate experiences at this point, they had always been under the drug-like influence of the nectar, where everything felt like a dream. Now, they were all-too sober.

Despite Sullivan’s commands, A’luhr remained motionless, as did Priya, who glanced over at Cutter for a sign. Cutter shook his head with the barest of movements, twitching his index fingers towards A’luhr to draw Priya’s attention to the masked woman, who seemed to have finally decided on a course of action. A’luhr was no longer looking around the area but instead gently nodded at Cutter as if telling him to get ready for… something. Appearing to understand Cutter’s meaning, Priya glared at A’luhr with a snarl on her face while reluctantly lowering her gun to begin unzipping her jacket.

“Hurry it up!” Sullivan commanded, spit flying from his mouth as his double chin shook. “You there, with the huge cans. What’s wrong, you shy?” He pointed his gun at A’luhr while licking his lips as if gazing upon a delicious meal. “Mmm… I love the way your fat tits look while you carry those things; you’ll definitely make for a good mule. Craig, do we have any collars with us?”

“Uh…” The greasy man replied as he sifted through the heavy satchel on Jessica’s hunched back. “Yeah! We’ve got enough for all of ‘em!” He pulled out a few metal collars and some chains to match. Sarah wondered just how heavy that backpack must be.

“Good, good,” Sullivan murmured with a pleased expression on his face. “But we’re gonna need to get rid of that shy side of yours. Come over here and put on a little show for us, eh? Don’t worry; I’ll help.” He gestured at A’luhr with his gun. To Sarah’s surprise, A’luhr obediently walked forward, stretching out her long, slender legs in a sexy cat walk that made several of Sullivan’s ogling underlings gulp. She stopped a few feet away from him. “Won’t come any closer, huh?” Sullivan chuckled. “That shyness of yours really is adorable. Or is it pride?” He walked forward to meet A’luhr in the middle, swapping his knife and gun hands so that he could heft one of her breasts on the flat side of the blade. “I hope it’s pride. I love breaking strong women.” Steven looked like he was about to bite Sullivan’s hand off.

“Let’s get a look at this tight body,” Sullivan grinned, pressing the tip of his knife against A’luhr’s navel to pierce the fabric. A’luhr didn’t flinch. “Mmm… I was right – you do think you’re a strong woman. I can’t wait to see what face you’ll be making while chained up to a milker and bent over in front of my thick cock.” He began to slide the knife up her chest, splitting the suit as he did so, until the blade passed between her breasts and popped a large hole open, revealing the light blue skin of her boobs as they bounced free of their support. “I can’t wait to wrap these tits around my di… my…”

He trailed off, staring down at A’luhr’s skin, clearly flabbergasted. Cutter and Priya exchanged confused glances, unaware of what Sullivan was seeing.

“You’re kinkier than I thought!” Sullivan whistled, leaning in to inspect A’luhr’s partially exposed chest. “It’s not often these days that you see women with body paint.” He leaned forward and licked between her tits and up to her neck, though he was stopped by her sleek helmet. “This just makes me even more curious about what you’re hiding under here. Hold these, Craig, I want to do the honors myself.” Craig stepped forward next to Sullivan to take his leader’s gun and knife, pulling Steven away by the arm.

With his hands now free, Sullivan gripped the bottom of A’luhr’s helmet, who was still propping the helium canisters up on her shoulders. He slowly pulled the helmet up, allowing her silver hair to spill out down her back, and as he continued to lift it, the look of lustful impatience on his face morphed into bewilderment, and then into disgusted horror.

“W-what the fu–!?” Cutter stammered in shock, the rest of the men behind him also gasping and swearing as A’luhr’s inhumanly angular ears, antennae-like eyebrows, and gleaming yellow eyes were exposed. Cutter and Priya’s confusion only deepened as they were still unable to get a glance of A’luhr’s face. As far as they knew, Sullivan just really hated burn scars. “What the fuck are y–!?”

Taking advantage of this brief moment of everyone being stunned, A’luhr swiftly rammed her forehead down, loudly colliding with Sullivan’s skull. He grunted in pain and stumbled backward and the same time that A’luhr spun on her heel, her glimmering hair swirling around her as she roundhouse kicked him into Craig, who instinctively caught the fat man in his arms, releasing Steven. Before anyone had time to react, A’luhr used the momentum of her twirl to smash one of the helium canisters over Criag’s head, causing his eyes to roll back into his head as he collapsed on the ground beneath Sullivan’s impressive girth.

“Go!” A’luhr yelled over her shoulder, snapping her allies out of their own shock. With another twisting step, she concluded her spin by hurling the dented helium canister into the campfire behind the group of men. 

For a moment, nothing happened other than Sullivan’s group panicking and scrambling to get away from the clearing. A’luhr was well aware that helium was not combustible, but heat would cause the pressurized gas to rapidly expand, and with the old canister already structurally compromised by the earlier impact, it wouldn’t be long until it blew. It turned out that it would only take five seconds, which was just enough time for everyone to realize what was happening and take a couple frantic steps away. They didn’t get far.

The trees shook from the massive, fireless explosion of the compressed helium rapidly bursting out of the tank. Sarah and the others had already dived into the tree line behind them, but Sullivan and his men weren’t as lucky. A hail of shrapnel from the shredded canister tore into their bodies, causing them to scream out in pain and fall to the ground, blindly firing their guns into the air.

Fortunately for Jessica, the much larger men surrounding her took the brunt of the blast, and the man holding her leash fell at her feet. The chaos seemed to break her out of her mind-broken stupor, and, realizing this was likely her only chance, she ran off into the woods as fast as she could, which was not very, given the weight of her luggage and the state of her legs. But adrenaline pushed her forward towards freedom as the chain around her neck jangled loudly behind her, her breasts swinging wildly as she disappeared into the trees.

A’luhr had grabbed Steven and hunkered over him, shielding him with her body as the metal shards pierced into her back. She winced in pain but didn’t hesitate for a moment to push Steven forward towards the tree line and begin bolting after him once the explosion died down.

“Kill them! Kill them now! Kill themmmmm!” Sullivan screamed and sputtered behind them, grabbing at his bleeding side. Steven and A’luhr rushed through the forest towards where they could see the rest of the group tearing through the branches ahead. Bullets began to whiz past their heads and smash into trees, causing splinters to rain around them as they ran. Right when it seemed like their luck was about to run out, the flurry of bullets suddenly stopped as a deafening, billowing roar that sounded like a ghastly chorus of moans reverberated through the woods, nearly causing Steven to trip over.

“Behemoth!” One of the men giving chase yelled in panic. Huge, stomping footsteps could be heard crashing through the forest nearby. Even if gunfire hadn’t been enough to attract the attention of the Krinis, the powerful explosion certainly was. The sounds of gunfire continued to pop around the area, but they were no longer directed at the fleeing group, but were instead aimed at something else – something that was approaching rapidly.

“This way!” Cutter yelled over his shoulder, veering off to set foot on a paved path that was snaking its way through the woods. The rest of the group followed suit, pounding down the path towards the park that was clearly nearby. As Sarah ran, she noticed that the snagging branches and piercing thorns of the underbrush they had pushed through had begun to damage the already worn fibers of her suit, leaving small tears that exposed her skin. The tightness of the fabric made each little gash stretch open to reveal a good deal of her body, exposing large patches of skin around her thighs, ass, stomach, and breasts that were once held tight by the suit but were now beginning to painfully bounce as the outfit’s integrity began to fail.

A’luhr quickly caught back up despite the amber blood streaming down her back, her outfit in similar disarray. Her once pristine, white suit was now blotted with dirt and blood stains, and numerous large holes made her creamy blue skin impossible to hide. One particularly large tear on her chest even revealed a portion of her purple areola, but she paid neither her suit nor her pain any mind as she focused on optimally pathing through the trees with her lithe body.

Even so, it was clear that her injuries were taking a toll on her, as the usually lightning-fast alien woman only managed to reach the path a mere several seconds before Steven, who was already wheezing from exertion. It seemed like he was doing his best not to seem weak next to A’luhr, who was pushing ahead without complaint despite her slight limp.

“Over here! Into the bathroom!” Cutter called out, beckoning to the pair of them while the rest of the group ran past him into a small concrete building. After confirming that Steven and A’luhr had heard him, Cutter dashed after the others into the section marked “Women”. There was no doorway, just a hallway with a divider wall to prevent people from easily looking into the restrooms, so Steven and A’luhr were able to easily skid into the confined area where everyone else was crouching down in the large handicap stall near the end. Zoey waved them over to join them before Adam hastily slammed the stall door closed and locked it.

The bathroom smelled damp and earthy, with the only source of light in the otherwise dark interior being a pair of small, dirty windows near the ceiling that were home to several small spiders that waited in their webs, unbothered by their new company. The handicap stall was rather spacious compared to the other three stalls in the bathroom, but even then, it was still pretty cramped with seven people hunkering down together. For a minute, the only sounds were the distant gunfire, thunderous groans, and the sounds of everyone’s exhausted panting. 

Sarah, her throat dry as a bone, glanced into the toilet bowl to consider her options, but the water had long since evaporated. Not sure if she was disappointed or not, she glanced up at Priya who was sitting on the side of the toilet, her gun still in her hand, though it was shaking more than it had been back at the clearing. 

Sarah followed her gaze to A’luhr, who was on her hands and knees next to the remaining helium canister, silver hair cascading messily down her sweating face as she grunted in pain from Steven carefully pulling several metal shards out of her wounded back. Orange blood dripped down her side onto the grimy tiles of the floor, collecting specks of dirt before swirling down the nearby drain.

“Y-you…!” Priya growled with shocked, angry disbelief. “You’re one of them! You’re a fucking alien or something!? You… you led them to us! All of you did! I knew it!” Her face contorted with rage as she waved her gun around at Sarah and the others. A’luhr looked up at her with weary yellow eyes that gleamed in the dim light. She was in no shape to defend herself.

“Priya, calm down!” Cutter interjected. It was clear from his staring that he, too, was stunned to see A’luhr’s unearthly yet elegant face up close for the first time. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on here, but I do know that this isn’t the time nor place to figure it out!”

“You don’t know what’s going on here!?” Priya spat in disbelief. “It’s obviously some sort of alien! It – they – are all in league with those fuckers!

“We can get to the bottom of this without having to wave guns around! If that goes off, you’ll draw the Behemoth right to us!”

“I… I understand your concern – no, your hatred,” A’luhr panted while trying to keep her head up to make eye contact with Priya.

“The fuck do you understand about humans!?” Priya shouted. “God, it even looks like us so it can infiltrate our people!”

“I am still learning… but I understand how much you care for your loved ones.” A’luhr shifted uncomfortably on the floor, continuing to speak calmly without giving Priya a chance to respond before she could finish. “I overheard your conversation in the river. I know you lost many things to the Krinis. I, too, have lost not just my lover but my entire world – in the literal sense. Like you, I am a warrior who loathes the monsters with every fiber of my being, and I am fighting for my people.”

“Oh yeah? And why should I trust anything you say?” Priya cocked the gun at A’luhr’s face again.

“Because unlike you, I know how to defeat them once and for all.” A’luhr replied steadily, staring down the barrel without a hint of hesitation.

Priya blinked and scowled, seemingly wrestling with a cloud of conflicting thoughts and likely remembering how Sarah had said something similar earlier in the day. Priya had initially waved it away as mere foolish fantasy, but after seeing all she had seen so far with A’luhr and the rest, such a claim was starting to sound less and less farfetched.

“You do not have to trust me,” A’luhr continued, a sense of exasperated unease in her voice. “But you do need me.” 

Everyone remained silent.

Priya opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again, her aim faltering as she slowly moved her finger away from the trigger. It was fortunate that she did so, as a moment later, the whole group violently jumped in surprise as a loud clamoring near the entrance echoed through the bathroom. Someone, or something, had just tumbled against one of the sinks and fallen to the floor with a heavy thud.

Sarah’s pounding heart leapt into her chest as everyone held their breaths. Outside the stall, she could hear heavy breathing along with padding bare feet and dragging metal chains. Steven helped slowly pull A’luhr towards the wall away from the wide gaps at the bottom of the stall door to provide as much cover as they could muster while the source of the noise hurriedly pushed into the stall next to them, slamming the door closed but apparently unable to lock it given how there was no sound of a sliding latch.

They could all see dirty, scratched feet come to a rest on the other side of the stall wall as someone sat down on the toilet with shaking, bruised legs, huffing loudly while jerking around in place as if trying to get something off of them. Sarah already had a hunch as to who this mysterious stranger could be, and after peeking through a narrow opening between the stalls, her suspicion was confirmed. 

Jessica Tanner had somehow managed to make it to the same hiding spot as them and was now frantically trying to pull her hands free from the duct tape bindings that were keeping them secured behind her back. She groaned in frustration and pleasure as the still-vibrating dildos loudly rattled against the sides of the porcelain. She appeared too occupied with her attempts to channel Houdini to have noticed Sarah and the others who were silently watching her sorrowful plight from the other side of the thin wall.

“We have to keep her quiet” Cutter gruffly whispered, barely audible over the racket of Jessica’s frantic motions that caused her chain leash to scrape against the floor while the vibrating dildos stuffing her holes echoed in the toilet bowl. “She’s going to give us all away!” He was just about to reach under the stall and grab her ankle to make their presence known when the sound of hysterical giggling suddenly filled the bathroom. “Fuck…” he hissed as he backed away from the gap and pressed up against the wall with the others.

“Now where did the little bunny hop off to?” A woman’s playful voice called out. “I know I saw her scamper in here!” With a nervous gulp, Sarah tilted her head just enough to peer through the crack in the door where she could see a nude woman step into the bathroom. She had enormous, full breasts that sagged down to her stomach, which swayed back and forth with each stalking step she took.

Looking closely, Sarah could make out the woman’s expression of drooling, drunken stupor that was a telltale sign of a thrall’s trance-like state. What Sarah initially mistook as inhumanly long arms actually proved to be two thick tentacles that the woman was holding with either hand, allowing the tendrils to drape behind her out the doorway.

“Aww… the widdle bunny wants to hide…” the woman pouted, looking around the room and noticing the stalls. Only two of them had their doors closed, Sarah realized, making it painfully obvious which could be in use as a hiding spot. Jessica heard the thrall as well, and did her best to remain completely still, but the noise of her vibrators threatened to reveal her location, along with the conspicuous chain that trailed under her stall door. The thrall giggled again. “I’ll play along! But to hunt bunnies, you need hounds!”

The thrall tugged on both of the tentacles she was holding, and in trod two large dog-like creatures, following the tentacles as if they were living leashes. Though the thrall referred to them as “hounds”, they were closer in size to lions, and much like other Krinis forms, the quadrupeds appeared to be made out of hundreds of small entwined tentacles to form their fleshy “muscles”. There were a few parts of the monsters that were very clearly not alien, however.

The “hound” on the thrall’s right had a human man’s face peeking out from the front, his entire body curled up and absorbed into the creature’s bulk, save for his massive hard cock and swinging balls, which hung down between the hound’s hind legs as if they were the monster’s own. Saliva dripped from the man’s face as his dazed eyes scanned the room for movement, his turgid shaft bobbing and his plump balls jostling as the tentacles around him forced to walk forwards on legs that weren’t his own. Small tendrils emerging from the creature’s “tail” were curled between its legs and rapidly stroking and fondling the man’s straining shaft while tightly squeezing the base of his sack, preventing him from ejaculating, though he still managed to ooze a trail of clear precum.

The other hound had a woman as its host. Like her male partner, her face was visible, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth as saliva dripped to the floor. Her ample tits hung down below the creature’s stomach, nearly dragging against the floor while tentacles rhythmically squeezed each buxom globe, eliciting spurts of milk that were collected by suckling tentacles that were hugging her nipples. It was clear by the messy squelching noises and how the hound’s tail-like tendrils were pistoning in and out of its rear end that her ass was exposed back there, both of her juicy holes being relentlessly ploughed while buzzing little feelers danced around her engorged clit.

“Come ouuut Miss Tanner…” The man groaned through a creepy smile, clearly familiar with the trembling, softly whimpering woman. Unable to move his neck at all, he simply looked back and forth with his eyes. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you… let’s do it… it’ll feel good… mmgh… need to cum…” There was a sense of desperation in his voice, which was broken up by small gasps of pleasure.

“Mnn… yes, join us in blissful servitude…” the female hound moaned coquettishly. “Offer your sweet pussy up to our Queen…” Her words devolved into gargled chokes of pleasure as a powerful climax rocked her immobilized body, her splattering fluids squirting from between the creature’s hind legs. The thrall was amused by this, her shoulders shaking as she giggled.

“Go on! Find your new mate!” She gleefully commanded, releasing the tentacle leashes and allowing the hounds to begin nosing around the room while she stood watch by the sinks. Sarah could see Jessica, still sitting on the toilet, shakily breathing through her nose while clenching her eyes shut and raising her tired legs up as much as she could to both hide them from view and prop the unlocked door closed. Despite her valiant efforts, the obvious sounds of the vibrators inside her made it clear that the thrall and her pets were simply toying with her.

The male hound’s cock twitched with excitement as he noticed the chain on the floor that led into Jessica’s stall. Noticing his signal, the female hound joined up with her partner and together they silently – or as silent as they could be while still whimpering and moaning in ecstasy – crept towards the stall door, their misty eyes wide with excited anticipation. Then, they leapt.

Jessica let out a muffled scream of terror into her ball gag as she did her best to barricade the stall door with her bare feet, desperately pushing against it with all the strength her battered legs could muster. Ironically, the large satchel on her back was helping to give her extra leverage to push off the toilet and press forward against the door, which was loudly rattling and buckling with each mighty slam from the hounds’ powerful tentacle limbs, cracking open a couple inches before slamming closed again. All the while, the thrall laughed drunkenly as she watched the scuffle with a look of glee on her face.

Suddenly, the banging stopped. Jessica breathed heavily through her nose in terrified relief, likely hoping that they had finally given up, but a moment later, the chain on the floor that was attached to her collar was abruptly pulled tight, yanking her down off of the toilet and onto the floor. Tentacles emerging from the creatures’ backs had grasped the leash and were now reeling her in like a hooked fish.

Jessica screamed, wept, and pleaded as the hounds tried to drag her under the large gap of the stall door, frantically kicking her legs around to try and find any sort of purchase against the walls as the chain pulled at her neck and sore breasts, but it was no use. Her large backpack got stuck on the door for a few precious seconds, but after one final tug, the hounds managed to drag her flailing body out of the stall and into their slimy grasps.

“Mate! Time to mate!” The male hound panted eagerly. He began to drool as he pushed Jessica down onto her trembling knees in front of him so that her taut juicy ass was sticking straight up in the air. Because her arms were still tied behind her back, Jessica’s face was pressed against the cold tiles while her large tits squished beneath her weight, pulled down towards her crotch by the chain that the thrall was now holding.

“Mmm… such a tasty little bunny already prepared for us!” The thrall giggled, hefting the chain in her hand and marveling at how it tugged on Jessica’s nipples. “This will be fun to use later, but for now, that big ugly bag is in the way! Let’s slip you into something more comfortable and make you a nice obedient bitch for my cute doggies!” The male hound’s tentacles quickly slithered down to Jessica’s back and hips, coiling around the straps of her harness and satchel before suddenly pulling back and tearing them away from her limbs.

With a wet suctioning sound, the harness and the two ribbed, vibrating dildos attached to it slid from her nethers, the nearly foot-long phalluses leaving her yawning holes dripping and quivering as the toys clattered to the floor and continued to buzz. Her swollen, puffy pussy lips glistened in the dim light, drenched in her own pent-up juices.

Meanwhile, the backpack went flying across the room and hit the wall outside of the stall where Sarah and the others were hiding, spilling its contents onto the floor just outside their door. Though it was too dark to easily make out all the items, a handgun could be seen lying next to one of the metal slave collars and a glass jar full of a creamy, whitish liquid that Sarah tried not to guess the origins of.

Cutter was the closest to the door, but unfortunately the spilled objects were still just a bit too far away to safely reach without being spotted. The group could only watch as the male hound stepped over Jessica’s newly exposed back, the captive man’s throbbing erection sliding up against the crack of her ass while his full balls brushed against her helpless cunt. She whimpered as the creature pressed her to the floor with its chest while small tendrils from the base of where the man’s cock was sticking out snaked out and spread her labia wide open.

Jessica’s puffy eyes widened as she felt each little feeler spray aphrodisiac nectar against her tender pink lips and hooded clit, lubing her up nicely for the man’s massive shaft that the creature controlling his movements suddenly rammed deep into her gaping pussy with one powerful thrust. Jessica and the man’s eyes both rolled back as they each let out gurgling gasps of pleasure.

The hound didn’t go easy on her. It rapidly jack-hammered into her doggystyle right from the start, filling the bathroom with the “plap plap plap” sounds of his swinging balls slamming into her clit and stomach as she could do little more than spread her legs and accept it. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, the female hound moved closer, allowing the woman inside to press her face up between her partner’s hind legs and begin to lick and suck on his balls whenever they swung her way, a look of desperate lust on her flushing face.

The thrall clapped her hands in time with the male hound’s rabid rutting, increasing in tempo along with him until suddenly the tentacle ring binding his swollen, veiny erection was released and he was finally allowed the heavenly release of filling Jessica with his thick hot cum. And fill her he did.

Sarah was already used to seeing men produce massive loads of semen under the effects of the nectar, but she rarely saw fountains quite like this, possibly due to the poor captive man having been edged while forbidden from cumming for God knows how long. He groaned and gurgled as pump after pump of his thick seed completely filled Jessica’s womb, her pussy involuntarily clamping down on his shaft from her own incredible orgasm.

Copious amounts of excess jizz burst from her hole like a bubbling geyser, sloshing around the man’s cock that continued to piston inside her even as it continued to gush creamy cum. It splattered to the floor, creating a large whitish puddle beneath them that initially began to seep into a nearby drain, but the viscous fluid proved so thick as to eventually clog it, with more and more still pouring down from above. Sarah thought she could see Jessica’s stomach ballooning up from the immense volume of semen filling her up, but before she could get a good, curious look, the hound on top of her pushed her down against the floor even more, squeezing her abdomen and forcing yet another deluge of cum and pussy juice out of her abused cunt.

The hound ignored Jessica’s gagged cries and pleas as it slowly pulled the man’s enormous shaft from her twitching hole, inch by inch, until just his bulbous, spongy glans remained nestled between her dripping, cum-covered labia. Tentacles rose up and began to ravenously stroke, twist, and vibrate around the man’s rod while cupping and tickling his shiny balls that were covered in the female hound’s saliva. He screamed and gasped in pleasure from the assault while the onlooking thrall feverishly masturbated herself with her fingers at the sight, the other hound now licking at her partner’s asshole while the tendrils took control of his balls from her.

It took ten seconds for the man to cum again, blasting Jessica full with another generous volley of thick ropes. As he came down from his climax, the tentacles released his shaft while the feelers holding Jessica’s pussy open instead moved to grasp at his throbbing tip. The tiny cilia-covered strands madly scoured his glans, which was exploding with intense sensitivity after having just recently cum twice. The man hardly made any noises at this point other than mindless grunts as his body was devastated by the impossible amount of pleasure, completely unable to move inside of the hound’s powerful constraints as he came for the third time, his shaft remaining completely untouched all the while.

The thrall seemed to have reached her own orgasm as well, slumping down against the sink while a look of maddened delight stretched her face. She panted gently before collecting herself and moving towards her two pets to pick up their tentacle leashes that had been gently writhing on the ground.

“Mmm… we’ve had some fun, but it’s time to get back to hunting,” She murmured sweetly. “Now then, pick up your toys, okay?” At her command, the male hound stepped back from Jessica’s spasming body. She began to slump over, practically unconscious from the intense fucking and multiple orgasms she had endured, but tentacles growing out from the male hound caught her and effortlessly raised her up into the air. 

She was spun around and placed back-to-back above the hound, her knees up to her side in an “M” position so that her reddened ass was situated just above the man’s exposed, flushed face, while her head rested above his ass, which was still being stuffed by a thick, warty tentacle. Tendrils grew up around Jessica’s exhausted limbs to almost completely encase her, leaving only her head, breasts, and pelvis exposed. 

The thrall grabbed the chain leash around her neck, grinning and tugging at it while watching Jessica’s pierced tits squish up and down.

“This is fun!” The thrall laughed happily. “Such delicious looking titties you have, bunny! Though I guess you’re my doggy now, huh?” She continued to play with the leash while Jessica moaned. “These toys are neat, but sadly they have to go! We can’t have things still getting in the way, can we?” 

Jessica’s bleary eyes widened as she saw several slimy tentacles rise up in front of her face. One of them grabbed the chains connected to her nipple piercings, lifting it above her face to stretch her supple tits straight up into the air. Two more tendrils got to work deftly fiddling with her piercings, first removing the left, then the right, so that her boobs flopped down against the hound’s back one at a time, finally released from the torturous strain. Her collar was next to go, then her ball gag, though she didn’t have time to speak out in protest before a cock-shaped tentacle forced its way down into her throat to begin filling her with delicious, mind-altering nectar.

She gagged as the fluid began to gush down her throat, but soon her eyelids were fluttering as intense arousal overtook her. Even without the piercings, her nipples were still hard as diamonds, and she only winced slightly as small needle-tipped tendrils injected her breasts with something that almost immediately caused her to start lactating, as evidenced by small whitish beads of liquid beginning to secrete around her nipples.

She moaned as two tentacles twined around the base of her breasts before spiraling up them, squeezing her soft mounds in a rippling, kneading motion to coax more milk out of them. Their efforts were rewarded as he began to squirt incredible little streams of creamy fluid into the air that splattered down onto her immobilized face.

The milky rainfall was cut short as two other tentacles rose up like cobras, spreading open their star-shaped mouths lined with wiggling cilia, before striking down on her taut nipples. They hungrily latched onto her swollen tits, squeezing her tight along with the entwined tendrils while gulping down her warm offering, the liquid visibly traveling through the tentacle like a snake’s swallowed prey before being absorbed into the hound’s main body.

It wasn’t just Jessica’s top half getting attention. Meanwhile, the man below her, his face contorting strangely beneath her butt cheeks, suddenly gagged loudly as two slender tentacles burst from his mouth, apparently having traveled all the way through from his ass. The tips of the tentacles swelled up and produced writhing little warts that danced in front of his eyes. A moment later, both tendrils were buried deep in Jessica’s helplessly exposed ass and pussy, tirelessly thrusting in and out while a few tiny feelers worked to peel back her clitoral hood before allowing another small tentacle to latch onto her sensitive bean, sucking and buzzing away. 

Given how Jessica loudly whimpered and whined into her tentacle gag, their stimulation was extremely effective. Her pussy immediately began to flow with a river of her feminine love juices, dripping down her ass and onto the man’s face before splattering to the floor to mix with the rippling puddle of cum. The female hound, tired of being left out of the feast, moved the captive woman’s head over to Jessica’s sloppy crotch, pushing her nose into the squealing woman’s plump labia to lap up her juices that were spilling out around the squelching tentacle dick.

“Okay, that’s enough you cuties,” the thrall sighed as if admonishing spoiled children. “Time to head out! There are so many bunnies nearby!” As if to emphasize her point, an earth-shaking footstep landed somewhere not too far away, followed by gunshots and screams that quickly began to die out. Sarah and the rest continued to hold their breath, seemingly only a few seconds away from having evaded the thrall. Sarah felt it was unfortunate that they couldn’t save the news anchor, but without their anti-Krinis weapons, the most they could have done would have been to fire Priya’s gun at the enthralled and manipulated humans, which was unthinkable for Sarah.

The thrall turned on her heels, tugging at the tentacle leashes for her Krinis companions to follow her, but the female hound was apparently not yet satisfied with her meal. Seeing the appetizing pool of fluids beneath her partner as he stepped away after the thrall, the female hound bent down to lick some of it up, definitely pulling back against the leash for a moment. 

Suddenly, the woman’s lust-filled eyes widened as they made direct contact with Sarah’s gaze in the reflection. Sarah didn’t move, holding onto the hope that perhaps the hound hadn’t actually noticed her after all, but she let out a small swear as the creature rose up and lunged at the stall door, nearly yanking the surprised thrall off her feet and causing her to lose her grip on the organic leash connecting her to the hound.

“What’s gotten into you?” The thrall said with a scolding tone. “You’re being very naughty! I’m going to have to punish you la–” she was about to yank the leash one more time when she noticed how the stall her pet was jumping at was the only one that was closed. She quickly seemed to put two and two together, cemented by the female hound finally managing to swallow her excitement and find her voice.

“Mates! Fresh cocks and pussies! Mine! Mine!” The female hound babbled eagerly as thick, strong tentacles lashed out to grasp the top and bottom of the stall door. They weren’t playing around this time like they had been with Jessica, and instead meant to rip the door completely off of its paltry hinges and tiny slider lock.

“Oh, what’s this?” The thrall tittered, raising a knowing brow. “You found more naughty bunnies to play with?”

The thrall took a step towards the door in anticipation of seeing it come flying off, but just before the tentacles could finish finding their grip, the door suddenly burst open on its own. Unlike the other stalls in the bathroom, this one’s door swung outwards into the room, and Cutter took advantage of this fact by silently unlocking it before forcefully kicking it open as hard as he could, slamming the door into the female hound and knocking her against the wall as her extruded tentacles got tangled among themselves.

“Now!” Cutter yelled, scooping up the gun on the ground next to his feet after quickly scanning the pile of items that had been strewn from the backpack. Something seemed to catch his eye other than the weapon, but there was no time to investigate further, as the thrall and the male hound were both already dashing towards him.

Priya pushed through the door next to Cutter, and together they opened fire on the two enemies bearing down on them. The deafening sounds of gunshots ricochetted around the bathroom’s metal stalls as the muzzle flash lit up the dark interior. The bullets whizzed towards the thrall’s body and the hound’s human host, clearly with the intent to kill, or at the very least heavily injure. Sarah and the others held back behind the firing line, waiting for things to clear. Sarah knew that she needed to be ready to run at any moment, but she found it hard to watch the scene in front of her, terrified she would witness another person die.

Her worries were for not – for better or worse – as the male hound quickly concealed its human parts with tentacles that were hard as steel, the bullets simply bouncing off and clattering to the tiles. More tendrils lashed out from its back with lighting speed, intercepting the bullets in midair before they could reach the thrall, who was shrieking in anger while pressing her palms to her ears as if the din around her was causing her unbearable pain, tightly gripping the remaining tentacle leash in her shaking hand.

This mental stress seemed to somehow bleed into the male hound’s focus as if they were sharing senses, causing it to tense up for a split second. This was just enough time to allow a single bullet to pass by the tentacle defenses and clip the thrall’s shoulder. She cried out in pain, falling to the floor while still clutching the male hound’s organic leash, her pet crumpling next to her. Priya still seemed intent on killing them all, as she continued to pull the trigger, but fortunately for Sarah’s heart, the empty clicking sound coming from her gun signified she was out of ammo. 

“Don’t just stand there! Let’s move!” Cutter barked, ushering the rest of the group out of the stall and pushing Priya ahead. They all made a break for the exit, leaping over the male hound’s trashing tentacle limbs before sliding out into the sunlight. Cutter was the last to leave, having just started to make his way towards the doorway when suddenly an ear-piercing roar shook their bones. 

Sarah’s eyes widened in bewilderment and fear as she looked back to see a Behemoth towering over the tree line just outside of the bathroom. The small purplish bead-like eyes on its central appendage flashed as it caught sight of the escaping group of humans. With another moan-infused bellow, it brought one of its colossal legs down, sending a tremor through the forest and causing Cutter to lose his footing on the slippery tile.

He cursed, trying to stand, but the female hound behind him had finally managed to find its footing and struck at him with her tentacles. The powerful tendrils wrapped around his legs, pulling him back down and dragging him away from the sunlit doorway back into the darkness, which was intermittently lit up by the last few bullets Cutter had in his gun before running empty, unable to penetrate the hound’s protective layers.

The Behemoth roared again, clearly attracted to the gunfire, which also drew the attention of Sarah and the rest, who snapped out of their shock to look back at Cutter who was frantically bashing the butt of his gun against the tentacle holding his leg. The memory of him being grabbed at the mall was still fresh in Sarah’s head, only this time they didn’t have any weapons on hand to save him.

“Cutter!” Priya screamed in panic, turning around to run back into the bathroom.

“Just go! There’s no time!” Cutter yelled back with a growl, the ground shaking as the Behemoth took another big step towards them. “I’ll catch up!” His commanding tone faltered a bit as he looked Priya in the eyes.

“But–!” Priya began to protest, fumbling around in her pockets for another magazine of bullets to reload her gun.

“Priya. Please.” Cutter’s voice softened but remained steady. Priya stared back at him, her hand still hovering over one of her pouches, before clenching her teeth angrily and running back out onto the path.

“W-we’ll come back for you once we’re on the ship!” Sarah shouted back, also hesitating before starting to sprint along with the others.

“Ship!?” Priya gaped, yelling over her shoulder. “We’re not gonna outrun them in the river!”

“That’s not the sort of ship she means,” Steven replied with a smirk, finding some pleasure in Priya’s baffled expression, despite their current dire state.

“This way! Let us make haste!” A’luhr shouted. Her long eyebrows twitched in the air like dowsing rods, pointing towards a direction ahead of them that appeared to lead to an area of more sunlight, implying a large clearing – likely the area where the Brightdark was waiting for them. Even though her back was still torn up, A’luhr confidently led the way through the trees, making sure to modulate her pace so that her human companions could keep up, though she would have been hard pressed to move much faster in her current state regardless.

Sarah looked back over her shoulder one last time to see the thrall and her two pets now all giggling and standing over Cutter, who was bound tight on the floor of the bathroom by the female hound. The creature’s tentacles made quick work of his clothing, tearing off his jacket and pants until he was in nothing but his dark blue boxer briefs, which sported an impressive bulge. Drooling, the female hound slid her tendrils up the legs of his underwear as he cursed at her, the tentacles wrapping around the base of his cock and balls before flexing outward to tear his last article of clothing from his sweating skin.

Sarah only got a brief glimpse of Cutter’s sizable, girthy manhood before the hound woman’s face was shoved between his legs, swallowing his shaft to the hilt and eliciting a reluctant grunt of pleasure from Cutter. Another tentacle wormed its way down to his ass while his balls were squeezed taut in his sack. 

He was unable to make any further noise as it entered him, however, as the female hound suddenly plopped the captive woman’s pelvis down onto his face, smothering him with her swollen, juicy pussy lips and grinding away happily on his nose while continuing to gulp down his cock. Sarah, unable to watch any longer, tearfully looked away to focus on the task of fleeing, just as Cutter’s one remaining free arm lunged out and began to feel around on the floor among the scattered items next to him as more tentacles descended on his muscular naked body.

It seemed like the thrall and her hounds had completely forgotten about Sarah and the others now that they had Cutter in their clutches, but the Behemoth certainly had not. Though it was large, its speed wasn’t too impressive, only able to take one long stride every several seconds or so. The thick trees of the forest were also hindering its pursuit, and when it became clear that it was losing its prey, a change came over the hulking creature.

Several of the hanging human breasts and cock that could be seen emerging from the sides of the monster suddenly got sucked back inside of the rippling tentacle flesh before a new tail-like appendage grew out from the bottom of the Behemoth. The new limb looked like a flopping, telephone pole-sized phallus, with a sphincter at the tip that yawned open as several discrete bulges the size of small cars could be seen sliding down from the main body towards the opening.

With wet, sickening plops, large spheres of entwined tentacles fell down from the Behemoth’s hole like grotesque eggs, opening up to reveal pairs of captive men and women in the center of each, arranged in a way so that each man was straddled by a woman, his turgid meat forced into her gaping cunt while her tits were squeezed and milked above. Trunk-like tentacle legs emerged from the sides of the pods like those of a spider, and soon the creatures were giving rapid chase to Sarah and the others, who were only a few dozen yards ahead of the monsters’ grasping tentacles.

It was clear from the additional space inside some of the pods that they intended to ensnare more prey and add them into the forced fucking happening within. Looking over her shoulder again, Sarah realized she could recognize some of the men in the pods as those from Sullivan’s group, now stripped naked and mindlessly being forced to penetrate a random woman – though Sarah suspected this was the least of those sick men’s concerns.

To her horror, Sarah saw Sullivan alone in one of the creatures, his cock sticking out from a mess of sweaty pubes beneath his rotund belly. His disgusting dick was simply being milked by tentacles for the moment, but she was sure that if caught, she would be feeling his throbbing shaft pushing up between her forcefully spread legs. With a shudder, she ran even faster.

With only a short distance left until they made it to the clearing, it was looking like the new creatures weren’t going to pose much of a threat, as they hardly moved any faster than the humans. Suddenly, small tendrils entered the ears of each of the captive, bouncing humans and their bodies started to wildly spasm as their cocks and pussies exploded with love juices over and over again, locked in an endless string of brain-melting orgasms. This seemed to empower the creatures as more and more of the human fluids collected inside of them, allowing them to move considerably faster, much to Sarah’s curiosity and alarm.

There wasn't time to ponder the implications of the Krinis directly stimulating the humans’ “biggest erogenous zone”, so to speak, as A’luhr, who had just broken out into the open field, looked back over her shoulder at Sarah and the rest who were hot on her heels.

“Enemies on our flank!” A’luhr yelled, gesturing to her left with the helium canister. Due to the back of her suit being irreparably damaged, its integrity had almost completely deteriorated, meaning almost no support for her large breasts that bounced wildly as she ran. One of her blue tits had finally worked its way out of a large hole in the fabric and was swinging freely in the air, though A’luhr was doing her best to use her free hand to hold her chest steady, seemingly more upset with the inconvenience than her flashing everyone.

Hers weren’t the only boobs jostling madly in the area. Sarah looked towards where A’luhr was pointing and spotted several more Krinis hounds bounding towards them on all fours, the exposed tits, cocks, balls, and asses of their captive hosts jiggling and flailing around like twigs in a storm with each swift step.

The sounds of the Behemoth’s roars mixed with the chaotic moans, squeals, and shouts from the rest of the creatures, which grew closer and closer by the second. Sarah knew it wouldn’t be long until she felt slick, unrelenting tentacles lashing around her body and stripping her naked. She broke through the last line of trees and out into the park’s open area, able to make out the Brightdark’s distinctive silhouette in the distance. 

She held her bouncing boobs as best she could as her feet pounded the dirt as fast as they could go, making sure that Adam, Steven, and Zoey were along with her, all of whom were also panting and sweating profusely but remained laser focused on the ship in the distance, trying to pay no attention to the horrific cacophony of noise looming closer and closer.

A’luhr was the first to arrive at the ship, scrambling to enter some sort of code into a panel on the underside of the lower dome just as the hounds and spider-like pods burst out of the treeline. The Behemoth was still a ways away, but the smaller creatures would be upon them in less than a minute. 

“Th-this is the ‘ship’ you were talking about!?” Priya stammered in disbelief as she came to a stop behind A’luhr, gawking up at the jet black, angular craft. “No way in hell am I getting on this fucking alien death trap!” She flinched in surprise as the Brightdark suddenly sprang to life with a loud whir as the twin rings beneath it popped out from the hull and began to spin around the dome, slowly increasing in pitch and speed.

“Then we thank you for your sacrifice as bait,” A’luhr replied frankly, pressing one last button that caused the loading bay to open up and descend from beneath the dome. She wasted no time in turning her bleeding back on Priya jumping inside, hastily leaping towards the pilot seat in the cockpit to begin powering up more of the ship’s systems.

Priya stood there unmoving as Sarah and the rest caught up and ran past her, also diving into the loading bay one at a time. The hatchway began to slowly close as the landing gear started to fold up into the underside of the ship.

“Priya!” Sarah called out, noticing that the woman was frozen in place. Priya looked up at her with dark, conflicted eyes. “Trust us! Trust me!” She held out her hand. Just when it seemed like Priya was resigning herself to her fate as Sullivan’s next fuck puppet, she whipped out her arm and grasped Sarah’s hand tightly, pulling herself up into the ship right before the door closed.

“Fuck,” Priya sighed tiredly while looking around the blinking lights lining the interior of the Brightdark. “Training did NOT prepare me for this, but I’ll be damned if I let those fuckers have their way with me just because I lost my cool for a moment.”

“Welcome aboard,” Sarah grinned. “We’ve probably got a lot to catch you up on, but for now we gotta get out of here and go save Cutter!”

“Regretfully, I do not believe we have that capability at the moment…” A’luhr muttered grimly.

“What!?” Priya shouted. “But you promised we’d go back!”

“I recall making no such claim.”

“What do you mean we can’t?” Sarah cut in, feeling personally responsible for getting Priya’s hopes up with the heroic gesture she had made to Cutter earlier… without actually having confirmed the possibility of that plan with the owner of the ship. “We’ve got weapons and transport now – isn’t that enough!?”

“The Brightdark’s weapon caches have been depleted too much to confront a horde of that size,” A’luhr replied, now splitting her attention between a blipping scanner on a screen in front of her while directing Adam on how to attach the helium canister to an intake hose on a nearby terminal, which appeared to be little more than him just jamming the tank’s nozzle into it and hoping it worked. “Even if we did have the firepower, the ship’s systems are optimized for liquid helium, not gaseous as we have here – and we do not have as much as I had hoped. We can’t risk a detour right now; we have to leave immediately to make do with what we got.” She finished analyzing the scanner and began twining her r’emuli around the cables hanging above her head, which began to streak with glowing lights. “We have got a bit further to go than I anticipated…”

“We have to go get him!” Priya pleaded, her usual hard shell completely shattered.

“We cannot. The best we can do for him now is to expediently locate and exterminate the Krinis Queen.”

“To… what? The… what!? Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on!?” Before anyone could answer, and as if to underscore the impossibility of a rescue, from behind them they heard the loud roar of the Behemoth and the clamoring of tentacles against the ship’s hull, making everyone jump in surprise. Looking out the narrow windows, Sarah could see that the smaller creatures had finally caught up to them and were attempting to latch onto the ship’s slippery exterior with their tentacles, some trying to grab onto the rotating rings beneath it only to have their limbs shredded away before starting to regenerate.

Gunfire could also be heard as well, as the last of Sullivan’s crew, who had someone managed to make it to the park clearing as well, were attempting to destroy the Krinis holding their allies. It didn’t go well for them. The Behemoth reared up and pivoted on its hind legs, spinning to face the assailants with deceptive speed so that it was bearing down right on top of the shouting men.

Numerous semi-transparent person-sized tentacles snaked down from the Behemoth’s body towards the group, each appendage easily swallowing a screaming man and sucking him up, his clothes melting off as he travelled along the tube. A new set of male genitals blossomed from the Behemoth’s sides after each man disappeared within, and soon they were spurting cum with the rest of the captives as smaller tendrils began to ceaselessly molest their helplessly exposed, rapidly growing erections.

“You really want to go back into that?” A’luhr asked without looking behind her. Priya clenched her fists but remained silent, unable to deny her words. Suddenly, the skies around them darkened. What Sarah initially mistook to be rainclouds quickly proved to be hundreds of the dragonfly-like Krinis that had snatched them all up before. Sarah felt a chill go down her spine from the awful memory that left her mouth dry with fear.

“U-uh, A’luhr?” Steven stuttered, looking out the window at the approaching swarm. “I don’t want to be a back seat driver or anything, but we’re looking good to go soon, right?”

“Mmm…” A’luhr muttered, the cables above her head fully lit up. “We should be fine as long as I do not overwork the engine.”

“Whew,” Zoey breathed a sigh of relief. “So, what are you doing now?”

“I am about to overwork the engine.” A’luhr replied dryly. “Hold on!” Sarah and the rest scrambled to grab hold of handles along the walls as, with one final twist of the alien controls above her head and a thrusting gesture from her hand, the ship suddenly lurched forward, leaving the park, and Sarah’s lunch, behind with a deafening sonic boom that sent all the Krinis hurtling backwards into piles of writhing, formless tentacles, which swiftly began to reform as the Brightdark disappeared over the horizon.

Flashing red neon lights covering the inside of the ship slowly calmed down as A’luhr pressed some buttons on her console. The intense g-forces that had been just about to knock Sarah unconscious gradually diminished, and she fell forward onto the floor gasping for breath as the others did the same, though Priya seemed to come out of it a bit quicker than the rest.

“I apologize for the abruptness of our departure, but I did not have much choice,” A’luhr said, letting go of the controls and staggered over to a chair where she slumped down tiredly. “We should reach our destination in around one Earth hour. Pitiful, I know, but it is the best I am making due with what we have.”

“And where exactly are we going?” Adam asked, shakily getting to his feet while helping Sarah do the same.

“I tracked the Queen’s unique radio signature to a location on the other side of the planet, approximately 5,600 miles away from our starting location.”

“Huh!?” Everyone gasped. It was safe to assume that most of them thought they’d just be hopping to the next state over at most.

“Wait…” Adam muttered to himself, flipping his fingers up and down while doing some mental calculations. “If we’re travelling that distance in an hour, then that means we’re going at least Mach 7! Is… is that even possible!?”

“I know – I apologize for such a weak showing, but I really did do my best…” A’luhr sounded disappointed, her eyebrows dropping a little, though it wasn’t clear if this was due to her embarrassment at “only” going Mach 7, her exhaustion, or her blood loss.

“I-I’m so hard right now…” Adam conspicuously whispered to Steven.

“Me, too,” Steven replied. Both men stared at the frowning alien woman with stars in their eyes.

Sarah, hearing this, automatically glanced down at their crotches, which were indeed starting to tent their suits… or what was left of them. Looking down at herself, Sarah could see she was barely wearing anything more than expensive-looking rags, which just barely covered her most private areas. The protective layer covering her crotch was only held on by a couple of thin strands, and given by how Sarah could feel a breeze coming from her behind, it wouldn’t take much more to render her bottom half completely exposed.

Everyone else’s attire was in a similar state, with Zoey’s stomach and underboob already quite visible, along with Adam and Steven’s ass cheeks. In fact, though it was hard to tell from a distance in the limited light of the ship’s interior, it seemed like Adam’s balls were also poking out a bit through holes in his suit, squished apart as if wearing a tiny thong around his sack.

“I can go get us some new clothes, and you some bandages or something, A’luhr,” Sarah offered. “Where would those be?”

“There are none left,” A’luhr replied bluntly as she started to tear strips of cloth from her own suit, which was little more than tatters already. Steven helped her use the fabric to bind up her back, concealing and holding her ample breasts up as well. “We will have to locate replacement garments when we land, but if you want to get the med pack, it is over on the wall there. It would be much appreciated.”

Sarah nodded and went to go grab the box A’luhr had pointed to, but she shrieked and leapt in surprise as a container rolling around on the floor near her foot suddenly began to weakly thrash and clatter around.

“I-I forgot that was still here!” Zoey gasped, squinting down at it. It was the container holding the baby Krinis they had captured earlier when they initially escaped the hive. “Let’s get rid of this thing as soon as we can.”

“O-or we could study it…?” Sarah asked hopefully, sighing in relief while grabbing the medkit. She carefully stepped over the container and handed the kit to A’luhr, who instructed Steven on how to apply a healing salve to her bare back. He was eager to comply, delicately spreading the cream around her wounds, which had finally stopped bleeding.

The next hour was spent filling Priya in on the details of their journey so far: how they had met A’luhr, attempted to blow up the Queen, been captured then escaped, and all the details that they had been too nervous to share with her and Cutter before. She only asked a few questions, mostly boiling down to how they planned to kill the Queen and if it could be as painful as possible. Her bewildered expression made it obvious that she had just given up trying to make sense of things and was simply going with the flow for now. It was hard to fault her for being in such a state after having numerous life-altering experiences in the past few hours, for better or worse.

“I… admit I have not yet determined a solid course of action for eliminating the Queen now that our weapons are gone,” A’luhr sighed, rubbing her temples. “But hopefully we will be able to locate her easily so we can strike as soon as we do have a plan. The longer we wait, the more powerful she grows.”

“Let’s kill this fucking bitch!” Priya snarled. “I’ll do it myself if I have to! Don’t think I fully trust you yet.” She glared at A’luhr who simply looked back with an unbothered expression. “If you had all told us all this earlier, we might not have lost Cutter!”

“Would you have believed us?” Zoey asked, brow raised.

“Well, I would have probably thought you were all nuts, kicked you out of the group, and we’d have been on our merry way!” Priya shrugged. “Point still stands.”

It looked like an argument was about to start up, but before anyone could get the first word in, the blue interior lights of the ship suddenly changed from a pulsating pattern to a steady glow. The scenery outside the windows, which had been nothing but an incomprehensible blur only a few minutes ago, was now that of a dark cityscape beneath a bright full moon.

“Wow…” Zoey breathed in awe. “Where are we?”

“I have a pretty good guess,” Steven replied with a gulp, peering out the window on the other side of the ship. Sarah turned to see what he was looking at and gasped at the sight of a pointed tower silhouetted against the moon in the distance. Though large tentacles had grown up around it and webbed between its structural supports, there was no mistaking it.

“The Eiffel Tower!?” Sarah exclaimed. “W-we’re in Paris?”

“Yes, oui are,” Adam replied in yet another terrible accent. Sarah shot him a look. She had been thinking of taking Adam on a romantic trip to France after this was all over, but she was quickly starting to reconsider this particular location. With a sigh, she looked out over the buildings passing below them wondering if the Queen was staring up at them right now. Sarah grit her teeth at the thought. Soon, they would take back everything they had lost. Or, so she hoped.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Next Chapter: “The City of Love”