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DESCRIPTION: Earnest good girl and Space Fleet cadet Alexia Faith returns for more kinky adventures on Station 3x69. This time, she is sent on an undercover mission for Space Fleet intelligence to find the mysterious Dr. Sodom. Along the way she encounters tentacle sex, bondage, lesbian love, and an amorous android. Can she escape the clutches of Dr. Sodom in time to study for her next exam? Or is she doomed to be his plaything forever? EXCERPT: “I need you to disrobe,” Phibes said without turning around. “Of course you do,” Alexia said, sighing. She knew better than to try to argue with Dr. Phibes, who had a way of twisting your own words around on you. Hooking her fingers under the hem of her skirt, she lifted the uniform off of her head and laid it carefully over the back of a chair. In a moment she'd shimmied out of her pink brassiere and panties, and planned to take off her boots when Phibes shook his head. “You can leave the boots on,” he said “they won't interfere with the operation of the device. Here, we need to get you situated.” “What do you mean, get me situated—oh, no!” Alexia said, wide eyes staring in alarm at the familiar micro mesh straight jacket. “We have to minimize damage to the ambassador,” Dr. Phibes said, lifting her numb arm and sliding the first sleeve up to her shoulder. “Oh, darn it!” Alexia said, though she didn't resist as Phibes slipped her other arm into the jacket. He stepped behind her and pulled on the straps dangling off the ends of the sleeves. Alexia obligingly folded her arms under her breasts as Phibes pulled the straps taut. Kelly watched with acute interest, eyes glassy and lips slightly parted. “Where's my jacket, Dr.?” Kelly asked. “Oh, it won't be necessary for you to wear one,” Dr. Phibes said. He grunted, putting his knee in Alexia's back as he pulled hard on the straps and cinched them tight. “That's snug!” Alexia cried out, nearing a panic. The jacket held her arms strapped to her body, and covered most of her torso above the waist, save cutouts for her breasts. Phibes pulled twin straps through her crotch, going on either side of her pussy, thus securing the coat tightly while allowing access to her most intimate area. “Does it have to be so tight?” “It's medically necessary,” Dr. Phibes said. He picked up a long, smooth rod vaguely reminiscent of a penis with straps dangling from it. Phibes pushed a button on the end and it lit up with circuitry along its length. “This device will transmit physiological data to our computer. If all goes according to my calculations, the creature should be able to use your body's responses to communicate.” “My body's respon-ughk!” said Alexia as Phibes shoved the device deep into her mouth. The silicon rod's tip tickled the back of her throat, making her gag as Phibes strapped it securely into place. “There we are,” Phibes said, taking Alexia by the shoulders and turning her to face the creature. “Now, do your duty, cadet!” Phibes shoved Alexia forward, making her stumble at a near run until Gphloryxmangallahcu's olfactory senses detected her presence. A tentacle shot out and slithered around her waist, lifting her flailing legs off the floor. Alexia tried to scream, but the choking gag prevented her from doing anything but struggle to breathe. More tentacles slithered around her body and drew her toward the writhing mass. The grasping tentacles slithered around Alexia's breast...
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Submissive Space Cadets of Station 3X69 No.3
Published by Lot’s Cave
Submissive Space Cadets of Station 3X69 No.3
Captives of Doctor Sodom, © 2018, by Kristine Lichtlider
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
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Never before had Alexia Faith seen the station so crowded. Everywhere she looked, from the med bay to the promenade, sentient species bustled about shoulder to….well, whatever passed as a shoulder. Humans, like herself, filled out the majority of the crowd, but she spotted other species as well. A passing Lepidotian, resembling an Earth caterpillar the size of a draft horse, slithered over the toe of her boot. The sight of the intelligent, non-humanoid being brought back memories of her previous misadventure. Alexia turned away from the sight.
“Stop rubbernecking, Lexi,” said Kelly, Alexia's dark-haired companion. “You look like a tourist.”
Alexia gave her friend and roommate a long, piercing look. No one could mistake her for a tourist in her dark, red-skirted Space Fleet uniform. She watched her reflection bubble and pinch across the shiny, snail-esque carapace of a Gastronian as it slithered over the toe of her other boot. Even craning her neck up, Alexia, five foot six, failed to see over the massive shell. Her mane of lustrous, curly red hair tumbled past her shoulders like flame. Not a waif, her generous curves seemed to attract all the wrong kinds of attention. Her emerald eyes blinked above high cheekbones and impish, freckle-dusted nose.
The snarky light in Kelly's eyes clued Alexia in to her friend's mischief. Alexia playfully slapped her slimmer, shorter friend's dark pony tail.
“I've never seen so many different species in one place at the same time before,” Alexia said. “This League of Worlds conference has to be pushing the station's life support to its limit.”
“That's why they had us planting more trees for the Green Belt,” Kelly replied, scanning the crowd. “Do you see Dr. Phibes anywhere? He said he was going to meet us by the Bobican fried cucumber stand.”
Alexia pursed her lips and felt her stomach sour at the mention of Dr. Phibes, station 3X69's chief medical officer as well as their mentor and instructor. Kelly noticed the change in Alexia's attitude, rolling her eyes.
“What have you got against Dr. Phibes?” she asked. “He's a living legend in Space Fleet, and he's put more commendations on your record than anyone else.”
“That might be true,” Alexia said, glum, “but it seems like I keep ending up naked, strapped to a table, always taking part in one of his weird experiments.”
“Oh, fudge,” Kelly said, exasperated. “You should feel lucky he pays you so much attention. Frankly, I'm jealous.”
“Fine, then YOU volunteer next time he wants to test the effects of Salusian flatworm excretions on the human libido,” Alexia snapped.
“I DID volunteer,” Kelly said “but Dr. Phibes said your physiology would yield better results.”
“Funny how it always seems to go that way,” Alexia grumbled. She heaved a sigh. “At least he didn't require us to wear our med lab uniforms today.”
“What's wrong with our uniforms?” Kelly demanded as a procession of ape-like Branchiators hustled by on their thickened knuckles.
Alexia grimaced, lips tight. Considering how exposed she felt in their med-lab garments, Alexia wondered how Kelly was so comfortable in them. Made entirely of translucent white latex, Alexia always felt so vulnerable and helpless in her med lab uniform! Dr. Phibes insisted medical assistants wore such things on Old Earth, but Alexia doubted such a claim.
The vapor trail of a Kressian transport lingered in the air outside the Promenade's huge diamond-glass viewing panels. Both girls paused their search for the doctor to watch the trail drift slowly into the station's path. Incandescent crystals hissed as they impacted the hull, birthing micro-explosions of color and light.
“Beautiful,” Alexia said.
“Uh huh,” Kelly replied.
“Yes, it is, isn't it?” said a voice behind them.
Startled, the girls spun around to see Dr. Phibes standing a short distance away, all four of his arms clasped behind his back. A slender neck supported his slightly bulbous head, which sported large, oval, pitch black eyes. Alexia could never tell what the doctor was thinking or feeling. Not with those eyes. Or his lack of lips and nose. His face always creeped Alexia out, sending chills down her arms.
“Dr. Phibes!” Kelly exclaimed, practically falling over herself to greet him. “We've been looking all over for you.”
“Doctor,” Alexia greeted him, crossing stiff arms over her ample bosom.
“Kelly, Alexia,” he said, nodding to each in turn. “I'm glad you were able to suspend your studies long enough to join me here. It seems I am in great need of your assistance. Especially yours, Cadet Faith.”
Alexia shot Kelly an I-told-you-so glance.
“What do you need from me, Doctor?” she asked, striving to maintain a professional demeanor.
“All in due time,” he said “right now we have to head into the Hall of Friendship. Getting through security will take some time.”
“The Hall?” Kelly asked. “Really? I thought they only let officials and ambassadors inside.”
“It is one of the ambassadors with whom I require your assistance,” he replied. “Now, let us away at once. The fate of the Galaxy itself might depend on your actions today, Cadet Faith!”
Great, she thought with exams coming up, the last thing I need is more stress!
“I can help you too, Dr. Phibes,” Kelly said quickly, her tone a touch indignant.
“I know you can, Kelly,” Phibes replied, “but Cadet Faith's recent experiences make her the most suitable candidate for this endeavor.”
Alexia bit her tongue to stifle a protest. She doubted he referred to the Albonian noodles she had for lunch. Rather, a few weeks ago, a renegade AI sex bot had held her captive, using her to feed a tentacled alien life form which everyone—at the time—had assumed to be non-sentient.
She rubbed her bosom at the memory. The tentacle beast fed off of breast milk, intruding into her body's orifices with its appendages, inundating her with hormones to boost production of her lactic fluids. For weeks the creature held her captive, restrained, gagged, and exposed. The AI had also violated her, shoving a dildo up Alexia's ass when not stuffing used panties in her mouth.
Eventually, the tentacled alien life form grew too large to be controlled, turning on the AI sex bot. Alexia had helped to communicate with the tentacle monster, designated Species 3X, the exact method of communication both humiliating her and violating her body.
I really hope I'm wrong, she thought bitterly but I'm probably not.
Despite the purported importance of their mission, the trio navigated the crowd with great difficulty. Dr. Phibes stood but five foot two, while Alexia and Kelly stood only a few inches taller. Dr. Phibes stumbled forward as a quadrupedal 'centaur' male from the Garek Cluster jostled him.
“I think we may have better luck getting through this milling throng if we split up,” Dr. Phibes said.
“If you think that's best, Dr. Phibes,” Alexia said, glad to be away from Phibes's creepy face.
“Wow,” Kelly said, nudging Alexia in the ribs and pointing at the Centaur's massive cock as Phibes melted into the crowd.
“Kelly, that's so rude!” Alexia gasped. “You're setting a bad example for Hurkle in Space Fleet!”
“Oh, if he didn't want me to stare at it he'd cover it up or something” Kelly said. “It would be rude NOT to stare.”
“Really?” Alexia asked, biting her lip. She stared up at the centaur's handsome human half. A strong jaw and high cheekbones made a lasting impression. Long flowing hair akin to a mane hung about his finely chiseled features.
“Ba weep granaweep ninni bon,” he said, using the universal gesture of peace by making a circle in the air with his muscular hand.
“Uh, greetings to you, sir,” Alexia said. She struggled to achieve mastery of all the glottal stops and bilabial fricatives in the universal greeting.
“Hi, good looking,” Kelly said, twirling her hair around her finger. “My friend and I were wondering if you could answer a question.”
“Kelly!” Alexia snapped.
“Certainly,” replied the centaur.
“Nudity isn't really a big deal on your planet, is it?” Kelly asked.
“Of course not,” the centaur replied with a smile on his comely face. “We live naturally as any other animal, unlike you humans and other modest species. Why, I bet you think you're too good to engage in a good old fashioned Gra Basach ceremony.”
“A what, now?” Kelly asked, brow furrowed in thought. “That doesn't sound-”
“Kelly, you have taken up this good, uh, man's time,” Alexia said “the least you can do is engage in his cultural ritual, as per the cadet standards laid out in the Space Fleet handbook about inter-species etiquette.”
She turned up a beaming smile on the towering centaur.
“Sir, just tell us what we need to do to fulfill this Gra Basach ritual and we will gladly oblige.”
“Madame,” said the centaur with great solemnity “you have truly moved me with your dedication to multiculturalism and friendship.”
The horse half knelt down and his human torso bent in a low bow.
“So, how do we do this Grab ass thing-” Kelly asked.
“Gra Basach Kelly,” said Alexia.
“It's simple,” the centaur said “you merely place both of your hands upon my penis make quick, oscillating motions until the inevitable happens, and then you try to swallow as much of it as you can.”
“Are you kidding me?” Alexia said. “There's no way that we're going-”
“You heard him, Alexia,” Kelly said eagerly, walking over and kneeling next to the centaur's hindquarters. “Besides, what was all of that about fulfilling the duties laid out in the handbook?”
“Kelly, I'm pretty sure if we do an aethernet search there will be no mention of this ceremony-” Alexia began.
“Hush,” Kelly said “you don't have to do it if you don't want to, but I for one am going to honor this sapient creature's cultural beliefs.”
Kelly took hold of the centaur's cock with one hand, while keeping her balance with a hand on his flank with the other. Her fingers didn't make it all the way around the hairy shaft. The centaur responded almost immediately, his face scrunching up and rod getting longer, harder.
As Alexia looked on in shock, utterly scandalized, Kelly took hold of the centaur's shaft with both hands and pumped with long, slow strokes. Something between a whinny and a groan escaped the centaur's mouth as Kelly increased her efforts.
“Am I doing it right?” Kelly asked.
“Ugh gah,” said the centaur. Then he came, spraying Kelly with such force her head tilted back. Ever dutiful, she tried to keep her mouth open and guzzle it down, but the great volume forced Kelly to abandon the effort and her grip. She slid a few feet away, leaving a trail of slime, face and uniform covered with the gunk.
“Oh my goodness, Kelly!” Alexia said, aghast.
“Uh, good job with the, uh, ceremony,” said the Centaur, wiping at his brow with a towel. “Gotta go take a nap.”
Alexia stared at his retreating back with suspicion as she helped Kelly to her feet. They found a nearby lavatory and did their best to clean her body and uniform.
“It's soaking wet,” Kelly said with a sigh, standing naked in the bathroom and wringing out her red garment in the sink.
“I told you that was a bad idea,” Alexia said.
“Oh, you're just no fun,” Kelly replied. “I need something to wear that's not disgusting.”
“Well, I didn't stash a spare uniform in my handbag,” Alexia replied, gesturing to the small black pouch hanging on her belt.
“Cute,” Kelly said. She pointed out the open bathroom door at the dense crowd. “I saw a long coat draped over a barricade right outside the lavatory. Military issue, I think.”
“You want me to steal someone's coat?” Alexia asked, mouth agape. “That's-that is a CRIME, Kelly!”
“Oh, will you stop?” Kelly hissed through gritted teeth. “YOU got me into this fix.”
“Well, committing a crime isn't going to make things better,” Alexia fumed. “You remember that Old Earth play we saw? Julius Salad?”
“Julius Salad?” said Kelly, cocking her eyebrow.
“His friend Brutus and a bunch of guys in robes stabbed him,” Alexia said as it should all be obvious. “Duh! They committed and evil act and it came back to get them in the end.”
“Uh, Lexi,” Kelly said, heaving a sigh “it was Julius Ceasar, first of all. Second of all, what if I promise we'll get the coat back to its rightful owner as soon as we don't need it anymore?”
“Uh, okay,” Alexia said. “I guess that would be all right, because we wouldn't be stealing it, we'd just be, uh...”
“Borrowing,” Kelly said.
“Oh, yes, borrowing!” Alexia said. “Okay, Kelly, I'll go grab that jacket. I'm sure we won't get into any trouble borrowing something as long as we return it.”
“Look, I'm naked and I'm freezing and I think I have centaur sperm in my ear canal,” Kelly said, hugging herself. “Just get the damn coat!”
“Okay, okay!” Alexia said, hands clenched into fists at her sides. She leaned forward and thrust her chin at Kelly. “There's no need to swear!”
Alexia turned on her booted heel and stormed out of the bathroom, heading for the coat Kelly indicated.
She spotted it right where Kelly said, and scooped it up while attempting to still her beating heart. Alexia couldn't help but feel dishonest.
We're going to return the coat, she thought. It's not stealing. It's borrowing.
Before she could lose her nerve, Alexia rushed into the bathroom with the coat. Only at the last moment did she notice the name embroidered on its crisp black sleeve.
“ Flemish?” she said, staring at the garment in her trembling hands. “Oh no, this can't end well.”
“Give me the coat already, Lexi!” Kelly snapped. The slender brunette snatched Corporal Flemish's coat out of Alexia's hands and donned it.
“But, but that coat belongs to-”
“Corporal Flemish?” Kelly scoffed. “There must be a million humans on board 3X69. She can't be the only Flemish. That's just paranoia, just like your constant insistence that she has it in for you.”
“But she does!” Alexia pouted. “She as much as said so!”
Alexia adopted an officious sneer and her voice took on an old Earth British accent.
“If you want my attention, Cadet Faith, you're going to get it!”
Kelly laughed, slapping Alexia on the arm.
“That's too funny, Lexi!” she said. “Do it again!”
“Oh, uh...'You better watch yourself, Cadet, or I'll whip your ass into shape—literally, if I have to!'”
Kelly winced and rubbed her tight behind.
“That's not funny,” she said “I still have bruises from her last Administrative Punishment.”
“What in the world did you do this time?” Alexia asked.
“I was ten minutes late for class,” Kelly said “so she gave me one stroke with that nasty little riding crop she carries around for every minute. Said she was being generous.”
“She gave me one for each second when I was a minute late,” Alexia said, likewise rubbing her bottom though the bruises had long since faded. “Isn't there something we can do about her?”
“Yeah, graduate and become her boss,” Kelly said.
“Well, stealing her coat is just going to make her angry,” Alexia warned.
“Relax, Lexi. We'll get it back to her before she even knows it's missing. I'll just wear it back to our apartment, throw on another uniform, and re-join you.”
“Well, alright,” Alexia said, sighing. “As long as we give it back right away.”
The girls parted ways, and Alexia returned to her task of navigating the mass of humanity. She found that Dr. Phibes was right; by herself, she could move with relative ease through the crowd. Alexia ducked under the belly of another centaur, inched around a living glass silicate creature that looked much like a floating snowflake, and then fell in step behind a large Gork male. The Gork had an easy path, as most of the aliens gathered had no problem stepping out of his way.
The Gork paused to speak with others of his kind, and Alexia found herself quite near the entrance to the Hall of Friendship.
She spotted Dr. Phibes and, together, they made their way inside the building. Alexia finally found the opportunity to ply him with questions.
“I don't understand, Dr. Phibes,” Alexia said, struggling to keep up with the four armed physician's stride. “I thought the translator device you developed worked.”
“It does, my dear,” he said, flashing his badge at the grim faced men and women at a security checkpoint. “Or rather, it did.”
They penetrated deep into the Hall of Peace, navigating its twisting corridors that wove around the assembly hall in the center like a web. So many officers clogged the hallway she spent much of her time saluting. Still, she kept on the Doctor's trail as he sped toward their destination..
“What happened?” she gasped as the Doctor slowed to a walk at last. She braced one hand on the wall and panted, blinking sweat out of her eyes.
“Sabotage,” Phibes said, his black eyes seemingly impassive. “Someone with very high level clearance was able to render it useless.”
“And now I have to let that thing...enter me,” Alexia said, holding her arms over her chest and shivering but not from cold.
“The ambassador is not a 'thing,' Aleixa,” Phibes said sternly “not any more than you or I, or even a Gork. Now, unless we get your help, the peace conference will be a disaster. Don't you want to do everything you can for Space Fleet, cadet? Or did I pick the wrong candidate for my personal lab assistant?”
“Are you firing me?” Alexia asked hopefully.
“Don't be so rash,” Phibes said, stopping before a large sliding hatch. “Right now, you might be the most important person in the galaxy! Please Cadet Faith...Alexia...can't you help save us all?”
“Oh, fine,” Alexia said, blushing red. “I guess I don't mind the tentacle monster speaking through my mouth.”
“Oh, well, that won't work this time,” Phibes said, shaking his head. “I'm afraid that, while effective, that method of communication isn't safe for you. I discovered during lab trials that when species 3X transmits its thoughts directly into your language center, two things happen. One, your bust size increases by several centimeters, and two, your IQ drops by several points.”
“Oh, darn it, I KNEW math got harder!” Alexia said, stamping her booted foot. “Then what are we going to do?”
“I have developed a means of communication that will allow the alien to speak to us, with your help,” he said. “There will be no risk of harm to yourself, though there is some danger to the creature. We will try to minimize that risk.”
“Well, that doesn't sound so bad,” Alexia said, wondering what would put the tentacle monster in danger. “Let's get this over with, I guess.”
“Lexi! Dr. Phibes!”
The two of them turned to see Kelly dashing up, wearing her medical assistant's uniform. Alexia could see her generous bosom and curly haired twat through the clear latex of her garment, which consisted of a short skirt, blouse, and stockings, all made of the see through material. She wore a white hat with a red cross in the middle, the only part of the uniform which covered anything at all.
Alexis hated wearing hers, and blushed for her friend, though Kelly never seemed to mind.
“Ah, Kelly,” Dr. Phibes said. “Glad to see you made it through security.”
“Well, it doesn't take much time to search me in this uniform. Besides, I wouldn't miss this for the world,” Kelly said. “I feel a connection to Gphloryxmangallahcu.”
“You know its name?” Alexia asked, aghast.
“Well, yeah,” Kelly said, rolling her eyes. “We FED him, remember? From our own breasts, he suckled his way to enormous size, and suckled his way into my heart.”
“We were prisoners,” Alexia said, turning purple from anger and shaking her clenched fists. “Tied up, gagged, treated like, like livestock-”
“And that wasn't Gphloryxmangallahcu's fault,” Kelly said, sniffing. “He was a victim, too! God, get over it, Lexi! You sure can hold a grudge! Besides, you had more orgasms than anyone that whole two weeks.”
“You take that back!” Alexia said.
“I couldn't help but notice that AI, what's her name-”
“Minerva,” Alexia said.
“Whatever. Anyway, that brown eyed-bitch was always-”
“She had green eyes,” Alexia replied.
Kelly grinned at Alexia and pointed her finger.
“You know so much about her!” Kelly said. “Admit it, Lexi, you looked forward to it when she took you to bed with her, because you knew she'd play with you all night.”
“You take that back!” Alexia said, mouth agape and cheeks burning.
“I will not, because it's the truth,” Kelly said “and I think she liked you, too. She took every excuse she could get to do stuff to you.”
“Don't remind me!” Alexia said, crossing her arms over her chest and shivering. “She took all control I had away from me! And she did stuff to you, too!”
“Yeah, but not as much as to YOU, that's all I'm saying, and I'm also saying you enjoyed every-”
“Girls, please,” Dr. Phibes said, possibly smiling with his nearly featureless face. “No need to be all snippy. Let's be professional. Now follow me.”
The roommates glared at each other as Dr. Phibes opened the door. Alexia gaped at the sight of the tentacle monster Gphloryxmangallahcu, who took up nearly half of the conference room. He didn't have eyes, or a mouth per se, but he did have tentacles, and a lot of them. A purple ichor dripped off his slimy skin, and the underside of his well muscled yet nearly liquid-flexible appendages sported tiny suction cups.
A pair of Space Fleet security in blue uniforms stood nearby, hands held out as if to ward off the creature. Then Alexia noticed that one of Gphloryxmangallahcu's tentacles wielded an office chair, swinging the makeshift weaponry around with menace.
“Gentlemen, that will be enough,” Dr. Phibes said “your presence is irritating the creature. Please leave.”
They backed away slowly, eagerness to engage writ large over their faces. Once the guards left and the hatch slid shut the creature lowered the chair to the floor.
“That's better,” Dr. Phibes said. He went over to a table strewn with various medical implements as well as circuitry and plasma conduit shells. It looked as if a technological level six device exploded neatly into its component parts.
“What do you want me to do?” Alexia asked.
“I need you to disrobe,” Phibes said without turning around.
“Of course you do,” Alexia said, sighing. She knew better than to try to argue with Dr. Phibes, who had a way of twisting your own words around on you. Hooking her fingers under the hem of her skirt, she lifted the uniform off of her head and laid it carefully over the back of a chair. In a moment she'd shimmied out of her pink brassiere and panties, and planned to take off her boots when Phibes shook his head.
“You can leave the boots on,” he said “they won't interfere with the operation of the device. Here, we need to get you situated.”
“What do you mean, get me situated—oh, no!” Alexia said, wide eyes staring in alarm at the familiar micro mesh straight jacket.
“We have to minimize damage to the ambassador,” Dr. Phibes said, lifting her numb arm and sliding the first sleeve up to her shoulder.
“Oh, darn it!” Alexia said, though she didn't resist as Phibes slipped her other arm into the jacket. He stepped behind her and pulled on the straps dangling off the ends of the sleeves. Alexia obligingly folded her arms under her breasts as Phibes pulled the straps taut. Kelly watched with acute interest, eyes glassy and lips slightly parted.
“Where's my jacket, Dr.?” Kelly asked.
“Oh, it won't be necessary for you to wear one,” Dr. Phibes said. He grunted, putting his knee in Alexia's back as he pulled hard on the straps and cinched them tight.
“That's snug!” Alexia cried out, nearing a panic. The jacket held her arms strapped to her body, and covered most of her torso above the waist, save cutouts for her breasts. Phibes pulled twin straps through her crotch, going on either side of her pussy, thus securing the coat tightly while allowing access to her most intimate area. “Does it have to be so tight?”
“It's medically necessary,” Dr. Phibes said. He picked up a long, smooth rod vaguely reminiscent of a penis with straps dangling from it. Phibes pushed a button on the end and it lit up with circuitry along its length. “This device will transmit physiological data to our computer. If all goes according to my calculations, the creature should be able to use your body's responses to communicate.”
“My body's respon-ughk!” said Alexia as Phibes shoved the device deep into her mouth. The silicon rod's tip tickled the back of her throat, making her gag as Phibes strapped it securely into place.
“There we are,” Phibes said, taking Alexia by the shoulders and turning her to face the creature. “Now, do your duty, cadet!”
Phibes shoved Alexia forward, making her stumble at a near run until Gphloryxmangallahcu's olfactory senses detected her presence. A tentacle shot out and slithered around her waist, lifting her flailing legs off the floor. Alexia tried to scream, but the choking gag prevented her from doing anything but struggle to breathe. More tentacles slithered around her body and drew her toward the writhing mass.
Gphloryxmangallahcu's tentacles slithered around Alexia's breasts, squeezing them tighter and tighter until they became engorged purple zeppelins. The hundreds of suction cups against her naked skin felt like the hot, moist mouth of a lover, and her traitor body responded by getting aroused.
Instinctively, Alexia tried to keep her legs shut, but the alien's slimy appendages easily writhed around her thighs and spread her wide open. She could do nothing but stare with wild eyes over the gag as Gphloryxmangallahcu drove a tentacle as thick as her arm toward her cunt. The slippery, writhing tendril easily forced its way inside her dripping wet, wide open pussy, stuffing Alexia as full as she could get.
She squealed and gurgled as the alien also shoved a thinner tentacle up her ass. The warm tendrils slithered and slapped about inside her, rubbing against each other through the miniscule membrane of flesh separating them.
“I'm beginning to get data,” Dr. Phibes said, adjusting his machine. “Keep it up, Alexia!”
Keep what up, Alexia wondered in helpless frustration. Keep getting tentacles shoved up my ass?
She glanced at Kelly. Her roommate possesed a mix of envy and excitement in her soft brown eyes. Kelly moved in for a closer look, uncaring of the writhing mass of tentacles so close to her vulnerable form.
“Does it have to go up her ass, too?” Kelly asked.
“I suppose the ambassador is trying to get the maximum amount of nervous system contact it can,” Phibes replied. “Shh! I'm getting something...”
The mechanical, halting voice that came from the Doctor's device didn't say anything that made sense, however.
“Blue aroma on the speckled innards,” it said. “Blue aroma!”
“Uh, what?” Kelly asked.
“I need to recalibrate,” Phibes muttered. “Hang in there, Cadet Faith! You're doing a top notch job!”
Gphloryxmangallahcu flipped Alexia forward, facing the floor. The creature grew frustrated, tentacles writhing about in an ever more erratic fashion. One of the thinner tendrils whizzed past and spanked Alexia firmly on her ass cheeks.
Kelly laughed while Alexia squealed behind her gag. Phibes just seemed oblivious.
“Do it again, Gphloryxmangallahcu,” she egged.
A deep, glorping laughter came from the tentacled mass. Alexia cried out in pain as the tentacle spanked her again, this time even harder.
“Blue feeling,” said the translator device “inner galactic core, people enslaved. Blue feeling!”
“I think it's sad,” Phibes said “because others of its kind are being held against their will!”
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