by Skylar New
Tentacles and Their Creamed Harem
Skylar New
Copyright © 2020 Skylar New
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Dedicated to those who agree that three pregnant women are better than one.
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Tentacles and Their Creamed Harem
Abducted by Tentacles for Instant Pregnancy
Abducted by Tentacles for Fertility
Tentacles and Their Creamed Harem
Caroline pushed her thighs against each other in a vain attempt to quell the thirst of her pussy for pounding.
She always felt this aroused after every successful live combat mission, and this time it was no exception. Unfortunately, being wrapped up in a heavy suit of a space pilot meant that she will have to wait until getting back to base.
“Raptor One to Raptor Actual, we are done here. Raptor wing confirms the destruction of the primary objective and requests extraction.”
This was the voice of their wing commander, Anya. Between themselves, other pilots were calling her “The Valkyre” for her tall height and long blonde hair.
“Raptor Actual to Raptor One, objective destruction confirmed. You are clear to proceed to the extraction point. The carrier’s ETA is seven minutes. Be advised, we detect some strange electromagnetic readings nearby, probably a flare from the nearest star system.”
“Raptor One to Raptor Actual, confirmed. Over and out.”
“Another bunch of bad guys bites the dust. What’s the count? Only one here.”
This voice belonged to the third and final member of their team, Violet – a sexy brunette with feminine forms. Together, the three of them formed the Raptor wing, the only all-female elite squad of starfighter pilots, tasked with performing the most complicated missions behind enemy lines. Well, that’s what the official propaganda said – there is no way to draw lines in space.
“I got two. What about our redhead?”
Caroline pushed the small button of the intercom on her helmet:
“Two for me, but Anya, I almost got one of yours, you hit him right before my rocket reached it.”
“He was entering the evasive maneuver, your rocket would have missed.”
“Caroline, Anya, stop arguing, all of us know that it will end up as usual – you will decide the winner by finding out who will be the first to sleep with one of those hunks from the space marine deck.”
“And as usual, Violet, we will end up sharing the lucky guy between all three of us, so stop complaining.”
Caroline smirked as the small cabin of her starfighter became filled with laughter from the intercom. Her nav system showed that Anya’s vessel was following the preprogrammed route to the extraction point, so she set the autopilot to follow her starfighter while holding a formation and shut down the windows of her cabin. She remembered how enamored she was with views of stars and galaxies when she first flew this machine on her first mission five years ago. Well, people get used to everything… except for that itch in her flaming cunt!
She tried to adjust her position in the pilot seat and suddenly got an idea. If she shifts her body to the side a little and pulls the strap of the safety harness a little to the other side, it should rub at her clit! It won’t feel the same because of the thick fabric of the spacesuit, but it should be enough to pass time before she reaches the carrier and rubs herself to death in the showers.
Caroline didn’t know if the other girls had the same problem. They were squadmates and spent the last five years flying together. The war with the Mars Autonomy was almost over, but they still had months of solid fighting in front of them. They spend a lot of their free time together too, but they were not that intimate with each other to know of stuff like this. Though occasionally they would seduce some dumb infantryman and all three of them would have their way with him at the same time, but it was because overpowering a seven-foot-tall ultramacho gorilla and making him serve their desires was super fun.
But as much as she enjoyed it, Caroline secretly longed for someone strong next to her, someone who would dominate her. Her, a decorated war hero and one of the best pilots of the Earth Federation – and sometimes she wondered if there is anyone in the solar system who would be capable of doing that. And she was getting tired too. Five long years of destroying enemy transports, raiding their military stations and constant skirmishes with interceptors were taking their toll. She found herself thinking more and more about starting a family, having kids…
She imagined how it would feel to be pregnant with life, what she would feel while looking at her big round tummy… and that was a mistake. Her already starving pussy misinterpreted this in her own way and the flame of desire in Caroline’s body began to burn brighter than before. She frantically began pulling the strap in different directions while cursing engineers who thought that strapping a starfighter pilot to the chair and not giving him a possibility to unstrap themselves for as long as they are in outer space is a good idea.
Well, from the safety standpoint it was a very good idea, but Caroline couldn’t give a flying fuck about safety while her cunt was on fire. Anya and Violet always joked about redheads being notorious sluts, but in truth, Caroline’s libido was higher than usual. She pulled the strap to the left and a little bit towards herself and a tiny surge of pleasurable warmth spilling from her engorged clit was her reward. It looks like she found the right spot! She carefully moved her hips to try it out, smiled, and began grinding her clit against the safety harness through the thick and coarse fabric of her pilot suit.
It actually felt surprisingly good. It was still good five minutes of flight until the carrier picks them up, and then according to the protocol they would stay in their starfighters and battle-ready for as long as the carrier stays in the hostile area, so another ten or fifteen minutes. Even if this stimulation would not be enough to get her off, spending the next thirty minutes satisfying herself with her seatbelt was a better perspective than sitting and dying from unquenched lust.
Caroline closed her eyes, even though with windows shut it was already dark and only several status lights on her dashboard were dimly lit. She tried to run her other hand down her body, squeezed her breasts and tried to pinch her nipples, but the spacesuit was too thick and she couldn’t put as much force on herself with her hand as a safety harness belt did. Caroline concentrated on the pleasurable sensations in her clit, as she gradually increased the rhythm of her movements.
“Ehm, anyone seeing this?”
Violet sounded worried.
Caroline pushed the button to open the windows and saw a huge looming dark shape against the backdrop of the starry background. Her flaming cunt screamed in agony as Caroline instinctively let go of the belt and began activating the weapon systems. She looked at the radar and saw nothing. It looked like the massive spaceship in front of them didn’t exist.
“Anya, we are locked in a formation with you, can you evade?”
“I am trying, damn it! I don’t understand, the thrusters are in overdrive but nothing changes!”
Caroline disengaged the autopilot and pulled the control joystick back and to the left. She saw the thruster torque indicator moving up and past the nominal power mark and felt light vibration in the cabin, bu
t nothing changed. They lost control of their ships.
“Raptor Actual this is Raptor One, I repeat, Raptor Actual this is Raptor One, please respond.”
After several seconds of deafening silence Caroline heard Anya’s voice again, this time almost shouting:
“Raptor Actual, this is Raptor One, we are under attack from unknown hostile, requesting assistance. We need help, immediately, Raptor Actual please respond!”
Without waiting for an order from Anya, Caroline activated the distress beacon. Even if their frequency is somehow blocked, the distress beacon will broadcast in every possible wavelength. Now that she did everything she could, Caroline looked at the alien ship. Her heart was beating fast and the adrenaline was flooding her system. She was pretty used to the feeling by now, but this time it was different because her hungry pussy was still waiting for attention.
The object in front of them was clearly artificial, with a perfectly flat and uniformly black surface. It was diamond-shaped and bigger than any carrier they have seen. It was diamond-shaped and it looked way different from the ship architecture of Earth Federation or Mars Autonomy. But it was drawing them in at a steady pace and now most of the view in front of Caroline’s starfighter was taken by the ship.
“Shit, how come we didn’t notice it?” Anya’s voice sounded calmer. She was their leader and was the last person who would allow herself to panic.
“It still doesn’t show on the radar. And I saw the moment it appeared visually, and it literally came from nowhere. I blink and then it was just there.” Violet’s voice was more confused than scared.
Caroline again pushed the small transponder button on her helmet:
“Anya, I assume that you tried hailing the ship?”
“Yes, nothing. Since it doesn’t show up on the radar, I am not even sure that they can even receive radio signals. And I ran ship’s diagnostics, it doesn’t show anything out of the ordinary.”
“Well, it goes against the protocol, but…”
“I know what you are thinking, but no. Look at the size of that thing, our weapons won’t do anything except make them angry, whoever they are.”
Caroline knew she was right. She saw those old sci-fi movies where enemy ships would just blow up after being hit with a laser, and it was far from the truth of how it really happened. Firstly, there was no oxygen in space, so unless they were hitting a fuel transport, a laser or a rocket would just make a hole in the metal and that was it. Secondly, they didn’t really need to blow anything up to neutralize it. You hit a thruster and enemy ship just helplessly floats in space. You hit a cabin and the pilot is dead. You hit the fuselage and nothing happens.
But since ships were densely packed with sensors and subsystems, one or two hits usually meant that the ship was out of order, and so it was pilot’s skill and not his equipment that determined the outcome of the fight. Caroline, Anya, and Violet were the best pilots out there and because of that, they knew that there is nothing they can do but wait.
The alien vessel was now taking the whole field of view and Caroline saw a rectangular shape in another shade of dark on the surface of their ship. They were moving towards it and she figured that this must be the primary airlock. Well, at least now they know that owners of this ship don’t want them to crash against it, so that was good news.
Moments before entering the alien structure Caroline saw Anya’s ship lining up right in front of her with Violet’s starfighter directly behind. They entered the unknown and inside it looked exactly like on the outside. Smooth black walls with not a single opening. Caroline wondered why other girls were silent for so long and pushed the intercom button only to hear absolute silence, not even static.
And then she saw her dashboard die. All the status lights, including the ones that were on the backup emergency system, went dark. She looked around and saw that three of them are floating in the middle of the large hall. After a few seconds, their starfighters began descending towards the floor (or at least the surface that was relatively below them). She turned around and looked at the slit that they came through. It was rapidly closing, eating the stars with its dark maw. It was the only source of light in the hall, and as soon as it closed completely Caroline found herself in complete darkness. She panicked and then something switched off her consciousness like it was as easy as flipping a light switch.
◆◆◆
The first thing Caroline saw when she opened her eyes was Anya and Violet.
The good news was that they were alive and seemingly well and all three of them were together.
The bad news was that all three of them were tied against the wall in a large circular room with sterile white walls. And they were absolutely naked.
It was warm; in fact, it felt like a perfectly comfortable temperature. It was well-lit, with light seemingly coming from the whole surface of the ceiling and their naked bodies looked very aesthetic in contrast with the perfect white color of the wall. They were attached to the wall with some kind of rope, which felt warm and smooth on their skin, and their legs were on the ground, so they were technically standing and there was no discomfort.
It felt surprisingly cozy and Caroline’s main concern was that she was absolutely naked. The military of Mars Autonomy was not known for its ethics, so flaunting her delicious body in front of enemy soldiers didn’t seem like a good idea. Anya and Violet were still unconscious, so Caroline began examining the room. The weird thing was that there were no doors nor windows and she couldn’t notice any cameras.
There was a small slit in the floor where all the ropes came from. This was even weirder since it would be way more convenient just to tie them up normally. Instead, the ropes they were tied with were coming from this single tunnel and a separate rope went to each of their legs and arms and attached them to the wall somehow. Maybe these were sensor cables? That would be logical, but why would Mars Autonomy run experiments on them? Last time she heard they were the same people as on Earth, even though their propaganda portraits them as tough explorers and survivors who need to free themselves from the shackles of Earth bureaucracy.
Well, there was a reason they would do experiments on them, but Caroline didn’t like the idea. If the experiments were unethical in nature, it would make sense to do them on a supersecret ship and use enemy soldiers as test subjects. Suddenly she heard some ominous growling from below and her heart skipped a beat only to realize that it was her stomach. Caroline was very hungry. She put a hand on her toned lower stomach an…
WAIT, WHAT?
How is her hand loose? She turned her head to the right to see what happened to the rope only to feel something penetrating her mouth in a swift and precise movement. Something warm and smooth. A rope that held her hand several seconds ago. But now Caroline knew that these were no ropes.
THEY WERE TENTACLES!
She instinctively grabbed the tentacles that entered her mouth with her free hand, but another tentacle jumped from the slit in the floor, wrapped around her hand and pinned it back to the wall. She felt the tentacle going deeper and deeper down her throat. Back on the carrier, Caroline spent a lot of time deepthroating big cocks of space marines, and it felt quite similar to what she was experiencing now.
Finally, the tentacle stopped and she felt how it expanded a little bit and then something poured inside of her from the orifice on the tip of the tentacle. It was something paste-like, it was warm and she couldn’t feel the taste of it as the tentacle was too far in her throat and too far away from the tongue. But she immediately felt how her hunger disappears and she feels well-fed and energized. The tentacle pulled out of her and as the tip slid against her tongue she actually felt how the paste actually tastes like – and it tasted like chicken!
The tentacles released her and she fell down on her knees, gasping for air.
“Caroline, are you ok?” Anya’s voice sounded worried. “What the hell was that thing and what did it do to you?”
Caroline raised her head and saw that both Any
a and Violet regained consciousness and were staring at her while still being bound by the tentacles.
“This was the same thing that is wrapped around your hands and legs. And it… it fed me.”
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Several days have passed. After force-feeding Anya and Violet, the tentacles released them too. There were no demands or any attempts to communicate with us and we concluded that it was very unlikely that all of this was set up by Mars Autonomy just to prank us. It was indeed an alien ship and we were the first ones to have contact with an alien lifeform. Technically, we were it’s prisoners as we found no way to leave the room. But at the same time tentacles were not hostile and actually catered to our every need, though learning to eat by swallowing a tentacle tip took some getting used to.
But the best part was that without anything else to do young women talked with each other and their connection grew even deeper. Maybe it was the fact that they were naked in front of each other (though they have seen each other naked before in the shower or when sharing a cock during a celebration of another successfully completed mission), but they really opened up to each other during last few days. Caroline learned that Violet sends most of her paychecks to her brother who needs medication after a botched up neuroimplant operation. And Anya knows how to play the saxophone and actually shoved parts of it in her pussy to satisfy herself after some long practice sessions with the instrument.
And all of them found a common topic too. Caroline, Violet, Anya, all three women confessed to each other that they were tired of constant fighting. None of them would confess it before, as patriotic bravado was considered the only acceptable attitude among the pilots, but deep inside all of them were longing for something more, something serious, something lasting. They were three extraordinary women in their prime and all they wanted was very simple and ordinary: to be happy mothers.