One day she simply woke. No pain had forced her to. Her tits had reduced in size to that of a normal, lactating woman. The milking continued and she felt relief after each one. She knew she was lactating huge volumes of milk, but now her body had somehow equalized or adapted to whatever had been done to her.
Even though the pain was gone, she still woke anticipating her milking, and the relief she would experience with her tits emptied.
What were they doing to her? she thought in a moment of weakness.
Then her mind would go to Reyna, and how satisfied she would feel when she snuffed the little bitch's lights out.
A cacophony of screams and wails ripped Becka from her sleep. She jumped to her feet and listened intently. There was no doubt that this noise was coming from a group of women. She could hear individual pleas and cries. Women bustling about, and through it, she could hear a maniacal laugh.
It was Reyna.
Soon the herd of human cows had reached Becka's cell. Frightened faces stared in at her, then the door to her cell opened. She stepped out into the corridor and was struck by what she saw.
Perhaps two dozen girls, all completely naked, were being herded down the corridor by an eight wheeler. It had spread its strands and tendrils wide to create a mesh that touched each wall and the ceiling. As it moved, the girls were forced to move as well.
Becka's eyes locked on a familiar face. It was Reyna.
Becka saw her raise her black palm and Becka was propelled off her feet, backward. She hit the wall of the corridor, which contoured itself to her form, absorbing the impact. Becka fell to the floor in a heap.
“Get up, you fucking cow, or you'll get another!” Reyna's voice was venomous. Her face distorted in an evil grimace.
Becka stood up, then went with the flow, avoiding Reyna. Not from any fear. She merely wanted to blend into the crowd, able to take any opportunity to kill the bitch.
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After being let through different corridors, turning left and right, the corridor the girls were walking through came to an abrupt end. Becka saw in front of her a huge door, many meters in height and width. It opened almost silently.
Becka saw a massive, circular room. Easily 20 meters across. The girls were herded inside, the transport exited and the door closed.
All around her were frightened eyes. The girls clumped together in twos and threes, perhaps believing this would somehow protect them. From one section of the wall, water began to flow from hundreds of its holes.
“Hey, cows,” Reyna boomed. “Are you all fucking stupid? Drink, you're going to need it.”
The girl's detached from each other and made their way to the wall, flowing heavily with water, now. One by one they placed their hands on the wall, pressed their lips to a hole and drank deeply.
The first of the girls that drank removed their hands from the wall and stood straight.
Like snakes striking, small, tapered strands of shimmering metal shot from holes in the wall like missiles. One end encircled a girl's wrist, the other, her upper bicep, then lessened in length until the girl's hand met her shoulder. Their arms resembled chicken wings as they moved, elbows protruding.
Screams of terror filled the huge room.
Another form of the tapered, metal snakes wrapped themselves around a girl's ankles and upper thighs, then tightened. The girl would drop to the floor with her feet held tightly behind her, meeting her upper thigh just below her ass. Her leg was in a sharp “V” shape, bound tightly, ankle to thigh.
Once all four of the metal strands had attached themselves to each girl, their only form of locomotion was by walking on their elbows and knees, a very difficult task.
Just before her last free leg was bound, Becka looked out at the girls. They screamed and cried, attempting to move on their elbows and knees. None of them were doing a very good job.
An image of cows in a pen came to mind as she fell to her side, bound like all the other girls. Becka didn't try to get to her elbows and knees, she stayed flat on her side.
Looming like a giant was Reyna, standing tall.
From her position on the floor, Becka saw panels on the wall open, where the wall met the floor. A parade of metallic spheres, the size of large grape fruits, roll out. Unlike anything she had ever seen, the rolling spheres changed direction at will. They moved themselves to the underside of each girl's elbows and knees.
Like a cannon shot, they flew up from the floor and attached themselves to the girl's abdomen with bands of the tentacle-like material, which had appeared like magic. From the area of the sphere closest to the girl's mouth, a clear tube wormed its way to the side of the girl's mouth and attached itself there.
Water spewed from the tube into the girl's mouth. Two more of these tubes, with cup tips, extruded out from the sphere and attached themselves to the girl's nipples. There they held fast.
From exactly the opposite area of the sphere, a portion separated from the whole. It appeared mushroom shaped, then it fell back onto itself and elongated, creating a large, rounded cylinder perhaps three inches in diameter and a foot in length. It, too, was connected to the sphere by a small, transparent tube, but unlike its brother, this tube exterior was encircled by a spiral reinforcing coil. This left it extremely flexible and strong.
Fluid appeared on the surface of the cylinder as it made its way down the girl's belly, past her hips and into thin air. It then turned 180 degrees, putting a “U” shape in the tube.
It was poised centimeters from the girl's cunt.
Then, like a spear, it entered her fully and completely. The girl's screams pierced the air, melding with the screams and cries of the others.
One of the spheres had made a beast out of Becka. Attaching and inserting itself as needed. She tried to remain on her side, but flexible metal rods, using the outer skin of the sphere as pads, pushed her onto her elbows and knees. It was painful having all her weight placed on her elbows and knees, but almost as soon as she thought this the floor contoured to the shapes pressing down on it. Becka's elbows and knees pressed down into the now-soft floor. Her arms and legs were still bound, giving them a “V” shape.
Becka had found out quickly that the tube in her mouth would give water on command. When she bit down hard the water would flow, and she would gulp it down. When she released her jaws, the flow of water ended.
From the cock-like cylinder buried deep inside her cunt, she received periodic jolts of electricity. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to cause her to lactate profusely.
She listened as the pump inside the sphere whirred to life. Becka realized the slick fluid that covered the exterior of the silver cock, embedded deep inside her, was not for her ease, but rather to conduct the electricity more efficiently.
“Fucking genius,” she thought.
At indeterminate intervals, another clear tube would piston out from the sphere and insert itself in one of the thousands of holes that covered the round walls and ceiling. It was a discharge tube. Once the containment chamber in the sphere was full, it would discharge the milk it had collected through this tube into the wall and down to the catchment system deep inside the ship. Even during discharge, the milking process continued unabated.
Becka was trying hard to retain her sanity, let alone her reason. The room filled with screams, gasps and moans of pleasure. She knew she could never escape her current bonds, so her thoughts went to Reyna, the fucking collaborator.
To Becka she was dead, but just didn't know it yet.
From where Becka was, elbows and knees cushioned by the floor, she could see Reyna clearly. She saw her knee down beside one of the girls and began whispering something in her ear, and with each whisper the girl writhed against her restraints more. Reyna had taken three fingers and plunged them past the girl's anus into her rectum, twisting and pushing, attempting to generate the greatest ass pleasure possible.
It was working.
Becka heard the girl's moans grow more hoarse.
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nbsp; “You fucking cunt. I swear to God I'll end you,” Becka told herself.
Her urge to kill Reyna had never been stronger, and she had the skills to do it with her bare hands, up close and personal.
The milking continued.
The shocks from her cunt, the flow of milk, the cupped tubes sucking it down greedily and the sphere discharging her breast milk into the wall.
She saw another girl. She was in the throws of an orgasm. She was bent forward on her elbows as the metal cock plunged itself in and out of her. Becka could see the girl's honey dew sticky on her thighs, running over the metal member and her ass, to flow to a stop on her inner thighs. Her face was flush, her eyes closed.
Becka could see the girl's lips were dry, but she didn't drink from the tube. Her face contorted to that unmistakable appearance of a girl cumming. Her fluid squirted from her cunt, past the hard, thick synthetic cock drilling her deeply, and into the air like a spray.
Becka watched, both mesmerized and aroused, as the girl came repeatedly, seemingly uncontrollably.
For her, this place was a dream. It reminded Becka too much of Reyna so, with some difficulty, she took her eyes off the girl.
She looked over the “herd” of women in the room. Many of them were cumming just as hard as the girl she had just watched, moaning in pleasure, but the majority of them were still writhing against their restraints in pleasure.
The core was monitoring everything in the room, it missed nothing. It analyzed the increases in adrenaline, the lack of dopamine production and several thousand other factors. If this continued, the human cows could be lost. Either to death from heart failure or to insanity from their surroundings. It made its decision as quickly as an electrical charge passed from one neuron to another.
Becka was blind. Her eyes seemed to simply stop functioning, as did her ears. She was deaf as well. She could smell nothing and the water had now become tasteless.
Her only working sense was touch. She could feel her elbows and knees embedded in the floor, the sphere and all its appliances, on and inside her. Panic rose. Had the milking procedure somehow gone wrong, rendering her almost senseless for life, or had the creatures who inhabited this ship done something to separate her from her surroundings? She pondered both scenarios.
Her “milking” never missed a beat.
The core had generated a null field. Something like white noise, but rather than just block out noise, it blocked most of the human senses. Touch and feel were necessary.
Becka felt that her milk was slowing through the tubes, coming to an end. She would be empty soon. She waited for what would happen next.
In seamless harmony, the metal cock inside her withdrew, the bindings of her arms and legs fell to the floor, as did the sphere.
A very large, thick tendril encircled her abdomen and pulled her off the floor. Just by its touch, she knew instantly this wasn't metal or steel-like tentacle. This was flesh. Warm, dry flesh with the texture of leather.
It was one of them. One of the creatures. She knew it, just as she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Becka found herself in a familiar position. Arms bound to an armrest attached to a metal chair, legs spread wide, resting on the metal of this “chair.”
She was still senseless, only touch and feel provided her brain with any input.
The last time she was placed on a similar chair, her head was held motionless by contoured tentacle-like material. This time, her head had free motion, able to move through all three axis freely.
She knew what was coming, and steeled herself against the assault, as best she could.
She felt a tentacle running slowly over her cunt lips. It was slick with the creatures oils. It didn't plunge itself inside her like a knife, rather, it seemed to be caressing her cunt lips, opening them to gently rub her pink clitoris. Even though she was bound by the waist, she felt herself move. Not away from the tentacle, but toward it.
“Oh, God. How can I enjoy this? It's wrong, so wrong,” she told herself, but regardless, she felt moisture welling up inside her.
Becka had to guess at the shape the tip of the tentacle had taken, since she could see nor hear anything. She felt it spread her cunt lips, enter her a couple of inches, then withdraw slowly.
The slick fluid on this tip met Becka's own fluids. She lay her head back and took it eagerly.
The alien flesh pushed further inside her, spreading her vaginal walls wide with its girth. Becka moaned softly, enjoying the sensation. She found in the absence of any other stimuli, her sense of touch and feel had increased greatly. She could feel every nuance in the slightest pressure, the slightest touch.
She had never been this aroused before.
She sat in the silent darkness, waiting.
Again, she felt the slippery flesh of the tentacle enter her slowly. It made its way deep inside her until in could travel no further, then it expanded, filling every square centimeter of Becka's cunt, of her vagina.
She came.
It was not the quick, face contorting orgasm she expected, this was more of a slow, primal gush from deep inside her.
While she let out a long, soft moan her cum covered everything inside her, then everything outside. The volume of cum, of her honey dew, was huge, it flowed from her like an open faucet. She thought it would never end. She could feel her fluid covering her pubic mound, her ass, her thighs in a thick coat.
Her moans hadn't stopped. She was experiencing the ultimate pleasure. Gone from her mind was the fact that it was an alien flesh cock bringing her to orgasm. She was lost and didn't care who, or what, gave her such luscious sensations, as long as they didn't stop.
They didn't.
The alien tentacle flesh, posing as a cock, began to truly fuck Becka, who was in a fog of lust and world-smashing ecstasy. The tentacle flesh inserted itself, then withdrew faster and faster.
Becka's hips were gyrating in a frenzy, wanting to be sure she received every centimeter of what she was offered. With each thrust, she came, harder than the last. Her honeydew now exploding from inside her to cover her flesh lover and her lower body.
Her moans were now a single, continuous moan, breaking only when she gasped for breath.
The alien tip continued its endless pummeling. Becka came uncontrollably, over and over again. Her body had never experienced anything like this. Her mind, devoid of all other senses, was forced to endure every ounce of the torrent of pleasure being forced upon her.
Then, suddenly and without any warning, the slick, leathery flesh tentacle stopped and planted itself as deep inside her as was possible.
Becka braced herself.
From the tip of the tentacle, its inhuman cum poured out with the force of a fire hose. Becka tensed against the pressure, then loosened every muscle in her body.
She wanted it all.
She wanted every drop of this thick, viscous fluid inside her, but there was no way she could contain it all.
Becka came hard against the hot rush of the alien's cum. The mixture of Becka's cum and the alien's cum poured out around the thickness of the tentacle cock. She felt as if someone had poured a pail of warm oil over her cunt and legs.
She thought of the taste it would have in her mouth. She struggled to free a hand so she could shovel this precious mixture into her mouth and swallow it, like a true cum slut would. But her hand didn't budge. She left herself to the ravages of the alien's tentacle.
She was so wet, her vaginal walls so wide she felt she could take a tree limb inside her.
Then, in an instant, it all ended.
She felt the alien flesh evacuate her with a gush of their fluids. A groan of disappointment left her lips. Sitting on the chair, covered in both hers, and its fluids, she began to come out of her ecstatic fog.
After a few minutes Becka was Becka again, her mind back as sharp as ever. There was no shame for her.
“Fuck it,” she had told herself.
If she could feel ecstasy in her dul
l, emotionless environment, then power to her.
Like someone flicking a switch, the lights behind her eyes snapped to life. Taking only a few seconds to focus she took in the entire room. Empty. Not one girl left on their elbows and knees.
She was alone, even the creature who had fucked her into multiple orgasms was gone.
She was alone, or so she thought.
An evil laughter that could only emanate from Lily struck her ears.
“Ohh, eww.” Reyna mimicked. “You're such a fucking slut, you cow.”
Becka's wrists, waist and ankles were still bound to the chair, but her head was free. She smiled inside.
“Jealous, cunt?” Becka taunted.
Just as she knew she would, Reyna walked over to her and got right up in her face.
“Jealous...of You?” Reyna cackled. “You must be fucking cr...”
The sentence did not drop away, it ended with a snap.
Reyna seemed to be in slow motion. Becka saw her lips moving, slower than was humanly possible. Becka was calculating the proper angle, how much play her head had, how quickly she could bring it forward, the velocity, the force, the optimal point of impact.
Reyna was so close Becka could smell her breath. As she began to speak, she tilted her head back, preparing to laugh.
Optimal point reached, Becka thought.
Becka brought her head back until it made contact with the chair back, then, drove it forward with all the force she could muster. The top of her forehead struck Reyna's nose at almost a perfect 45 degree angle. The force of the impact drove the ethmoid bone in Reyna's nose free of the septum's cartilage and back like a missile. It passed through the nasal cavity and membrane, burying itself deep in her brain.
Her death came in an instant.
Becka watched as Reyna fell to the floor, like every bone in her body had suddenly evaporated. A small trickle of blood flowed from her nose.
Becka had a smile on her face, wide and full of pride.
“Cunt,” she spat out at the dead body lying at her feet.
She knew punishment would come, but for now, she basked in her accomplishment. She had told herself she would kill this collaborating bitch.
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