Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 01

Reynami laughed, "Horny for you Ania. She's just upset because she was raped by this ugly tentacle thing a few days back."

Merkhail wasn't familiar with every alien in the universe but this was quite a shocker. In military school he was well known as a comedian, his facial expressions were hilarious. He found those faces coming back to him.

"Raped? Tentacle thing?"

Leanne covered her crotch and quivered in fear. "Some creatures are programmed to mate with anything female. That's why we've all had to undergo sterilization. We can't fight if we get pregnant."

Reynami fired again. "The thing that got Ania was the last of its species, so you can't blame it for wanting to mate. You should have been there. It was squirting hot spooge into every hole Ania had."

Leanne marked time like a little girl, "Reynami! Don't embarrass Ania like that!"

"What? She LOVED getting H'd by that thing, why do you think she waited so long to shoot it?"

Merkhail broke down in laughter before he was tortured with another word of this story, "Oh, I get it. Trying to freak me out are you?"

"Nope, it's true," said Reynami, "This ship runs into the worst of the worse. But we can handle it." She reloaded her laser gun like the bomb shell she had dropped was nothing. "So. What exciting stories do you have for us Lieutenant?"

"You know I'd love to but I've discovered an intense urge to find religion."

"Relax sir, we're just having some fun with you. We're very easy going here, Ania will show you."

Merkhail tried to make a break for the exit but Ania cut him off. God she was strange, when she walked her arms never moved. She unzipped her leotard and flashed her boobs like she was obeying a doctor's orders. They were quite pert and perfectly rounded; her stiff pink buds were at attention like they wanted to be on display. Had she been a little bigger than an A cup, Merkhail would have pinned her to the wall and had her.

In the most mechanical and bland tone ever, Ania propositioned him, "Baby I want you so bad."

The lieutenant shivered and stepped around her like a pot hole.

#

Princess Leanne sighed and lamented the hours remaining in her shift. A Seraphim Soldier's work wasn't boring; they had a lot to do even if they were only stationed on a cargo ship. There was drilling, studying, target practice, physical training and regular patrols around the ship.

Leanne was taking a much needed shower during her break. In a little while she'd have to walk the ship to make sure everything was in order. And endure the perverted stares of all the lonely men aboard. Water rolled down her snow white elf skin, curving around her eighteen year old hips. Their bodies were not much different from a human female's, in fact; scientists of her own species were still baffled by the similarities. As a princess and a wife, there was one thing on her body that did separate her from a human female.

There was a thin, waxing patch covering her vagina marked with her family's crest. It was a pain to have, she had to take it off and apply a new on whenever she needed to pee. Its purpose was to protect her chastity, nothing could break it expect a special solvent which only she had. Thanks to this bit of armor, no alien or man had been able to have her. Except her husband of course.

Leanne's pleasant shower was interrupted by a siren. The ship was calling everyone to attention. The young princess began to panic; she left the shower and grabbed her gun. Problem was that was all she grabbed.

#

Leanne burst into Merkhail's room almost breaking the door. "Lieutenant! Lieutenant! We're crashing!"

Merkhail was holding a communicator to his ear. He shot her an annoyed glance. "We're not crashing, we just have an unidentified ship approaching."

"Are we under attack?!"

"Not sure yet."

The siren stopped. Merkhail put the communicator down. "You highness?"

"Yes?"

"You're a princess right?"

"Yes sir."

"Then put some panties on!"

Leanne realized she was still naked from the shower, the light was reflecting off her shiny wet skin.

"Kyaaa!" She ran for cover.

#

Merkhail and the girls all gathered on The Sarapatra's cramped bridge. There was no need for a cargo ship to have a large command center so it barely fit eight people. A large screen showed the image of a rather run down ship approaching at full speed.

"Are they returning our calls?" asked Merkhail.

Reynami's able fingers were typing away on one of the ships computers. "We've sent five, no answer."

"Rude." said Ania bluntly.

"Their ship is more banged up than my first car, were they in a fight?"

"Damage doesn't look consistent with battle."

Merkhail shook a finger at the monitor and ran to another part of the bridge, "See?! See?! This sounds a lot like all the attacks that have been reported around here. They all start like this -- unmarked ship approaching at high speed. Reynami, did you bring the girls up to speed like I asked?"

"You put waaay too much faith in me, sir."

Leanne put a finger to her button mouth and examined a small logo on the side of the mystery vessel. "It looks like another cargo ship." she said.

"What makes you say that?" asked Merkhail.

"I recognize the design from school. See the two moons and the rhombus symbol? That's their logo. I thought this company went out of business though."

Reynami smacked Leanne on her butt, making it jiggle. "That's our smart little princess!"

Some of the computer screens began to light up, the ship was finally returning their call. Leanne went for the communicator but Reynami stopped her.

"Hold it; if they are hostile I don't think they'd be intimidated by your girly voice. Lieutenant, you talk to them."

"My voice is pretty girly too."

"Then change it to sound manly."

Merkhail swung the communicator up to his mouth, "Took y'all long enough to pick up the phone, what're all y'all doin' haulin' so dang fast?"

Leanne pulled on Renyami's leotard. "Reynami! He's having a stroke! Call the doctor!"

"He's not having a stroke he's doing a southern accent. It's a human thing, don't try to understand it."

She certainly didn't.

#

The rickety ship responded and answered all the right questions. The Sarapatra pulled alongside it after a scan revealed no weapons. Princess Leanne volunteered to be the one to make contact despite her new lieutenant's protests. Reynami seemed to think the ship was in trouble.

Her rubber leotard had crept up her thighs and into her ass crack giving her a terrible wedgie. She was too nervous to fix it. The door to the mystery ship opened up and Leanne readied her laser gun. It was dark inside but her visor had a night vision feature that forced every dark corner to give up its secret. Merkhail was talking to her via her head set.

"Leanne? Be careful in there."

She nodded and slowly walked in. Everything was rusted and garbage was strewn about like the floor was the designated trashcan.

"N-no one's here." Leanne stammered.

"If you think something's wrong bug out will you?" said Merkhail.

"Yes sir!"

Too late. A big, manly hand covered her mouth and tore off her head set. She struggled but it was like fighting against a boxer. A second man materialized from the darkness and punched her hard in the stomach. Princesses weren't familiar with pain so the blow made her pass out and drop her weapon.

#

The mystery ship detached from The Sarapatra and began to sail away. When Leanne woke up, she was in a dark room surrounded by fat, smelly human men. There were some women with her too, chained to walls and dressed in fetish costumes.

To her left was a girl dressed like a French Maid performing oral sex on a man she kept referring to as "Master". Her "Master's" dick was glistening with her own spit; her tongue ran up and down the shaft with expert precision. The man grabbed her head and came hard, ropy strands of cum drooped from the poor girl's face. Similar sex acts dotted the rest of the ship. Leanne averted her eyes, this was a cargo ship alright, but women were the cargo.

"Let me go!" Leanne pleaded while kicking like a child.

One of the men was making her give him a tit job. He had her leotard-covered boobs wrapped around his pumping meat stick. His dick head would rush up to her face and then retreat, throbbing like he could blow at any moment. Another man had his phallus tucked under her armpit which he used to help him jack off. Along with the dick shooting between her boobs there was another male appendage flying in the corner of her eye. Dick number three was using her silky blond hair for stimulation.

The sweet smell of her perfume was being raped just like her body by the smell of all three horny men. The one on her hair cackled, "All women say they want to leave when they get here. You're not going back to your ship honey, say hello to your new home."

Leanne was about to disagree but a fourth man arrived on scene and stuck his penis into her mouth. The taste was God awful, salty and sour.

"You better not bite!" he roared. Leanne obeyed without thinking and compressed her cheeks onto the dick meat, trying to genuinely please him. Maybe if she satisfied them quickly this would end.

"We sell pretty girls like you," the men explained, "And people will pay a lot for a cute elf soldier like you."

A wet tongue began to lick at her pointed ears. It was beyond degrading for any girl to service four dicks at the same time, Leanne felt like she could die of embarrassment. A few degrading minutes later all four dicks erupted with white cream. The one in her boobs splashed her chin, the one in her arm shot like a squirt gun onto the floor and the one in her hair pumped thick globs onto her head, which dripped down her bangs onto her face. The coup de grace was the one in her mouth; it blew so much cum Leanne's cheeks began to bulge. She was bathed in sperm, like territory being marked by dogs.

She fought against the chains holding her to the wall and spit out the male secretions in her mouth defiantly. One of her attackers pulled her leotard away from her pussy and prepared to rape her, but his big dick couldn't get past the patch protecting her tunnel.

"What the?" he said confused. "This is a problem."

"Yeah, this is all a bust if no one can fuck her."

Leanne rasped. "Ha, ha! Give up perverts!"

One of the men who had been masturbating nearby hit her in the face with a jet of fresh cum, ruining her tough girl persona.

She was flipped around; the new target was her unprotected ass. "No, not my butt!"

Anal sex was her nightmare, not even her husband was allowed back there. She felt the hot tip of a dick line up, teasing her twitching rim.

"I'm serious! Please don't!"

Too late, Leanne's ass was split wide open, causing her to arch her back and give up a loud, pained scream. After reality set in she focused on relaxing her anus muscles, it was the only way to make things feel better. The man's belly fat slapped against her snow white back, staining it with sweat and filth. Leanne bit her bottom lip and endured it, trying to imagine she was having sex with some hot male model, not a fat, smelly pervert. The screwing picked up speed, making her ass cheeks jiggle every time the man pushed in. Her unelected partner ran his hand along her curvy hips up to her hair, which he pulled back to get a look at her face. Leanne was panting like an animal, her cheeks were bright red and her small tongue hung out her slightly parted mouth. Just like an enema, her quivering rectum was filled with liquid. When the man withdrew, Leanne could feel strings of cum dangling from her twitching butthole, red and engorged with pain.

"Hold up," one of the men said before round two began, "I have an idea. Do you think the boss could get that patch off her pussy?"

Boss? Leanne shuddered to think what kind of person that'd be.

#

Merkhail, Reynami and Ania were all on the bridge of The Sarapatra. Reynami was typing away with a scowl that could scare a pit-bull.

"Damn it! They're too fast!"

"Just shoot the bastards already," Merkhail ordered.

"We'd kill Leanne. You want to give her very powerful husband the bad news?"

Merkhail played with his pony tail and thought as fast as he could. In the army the best solution was always the simplest but this wasn't the army. Leanne was a princess and a very important soldier; if any harm came to her he'd rot away in an elfin jail. The young officer's eyes lit up, maybe that was the answer? She was very important and valuable.

"Ania, how many ships are in the area?"

Like a computer she stated, "Three."

"Any of them armed?"

"Two."

Merkhail snapped his fingers. "Alright, send word out to all ships in the area. Princess Leanne has been captured. If someone can save her, she'll reward them with lots of money."

"Are you serious?" asked Reynami, "You can't spend her money!"

Merkhail shrugged, he was sure Leanne would give up her whole kingdom to save herself from what was happening to her.

#

Leanne was led into a spacious room on her captor's ship. It looked like the bridge, it had a set up similar to The Sarapatra. There was a pool in the middle filled with some kind of viscous green goo, translucent and bubbling at the surface. The doors closed and the princess found herself alone. Or so she thought.

She stepped into the slime and shivered, it felt like snot from someone's nose. "Hello?"

The slime clung to her thighs as she trudged forward like a child in her first haunted house. Her bare feet were treading over what felt like cables or electrical wires. Squishy electrical wires. Her eyes shot open when she realized the truth, they were tentacles, not wires!

In an instant, the appendages shot out and coiled around her limbs. They were purple and armed with little pulsating suckers. One went around her neck while the others wrapped around her limbs. She shuddered; the suckers on each tentacle were like little mouths kissing and sucking on her sensitive skin, the slime they oozed ran down her neck and traveled over her breast flesh very slowly. It gathered around her nipples, whispering at them to stiffen up. Fighting the tentacles was like fighting rubber bands. Leanne was dragged deeper into the slimy water where she saw numerous control panels and screens. Was this the bridge? When she wasn't moving fast enough, the tentacles spanked her bottom.

"I'm going! I'm going!" she said out loud.

The water rippled. A massive alien that could only be described as a giant purple octopus emerged like a sleeping giant. It's purple skin oozed slime and two stalks supported its green, leering eyes. Its expression and manner made it seem like the creature was only emerging to get a look at Leanne. Of course, once it saw her womanly elf curves ensnared within its probing tentacles, it let its urges take over.

"My name is Princess Leanne! Let me go now and my friends won't kill you! Ugh, you stink!"

The creature probably didn't understand speech but it was worth a try. Leanne was embraced in a big hug, "What are you doing? Stop! I..." Her breasts pressed against the monster's blubbery body, "Gross!"

Her special leotard was designed to block out alien slime like the gunk she was being lathered in but her exposed flesh were tingling. Up close she could see the alien's tiny mouth filled with something that could have been saliva, snot, or a mixture of both. Leanne cringed as the monster covered her angelic face with wet, affectionate kisses. She shut her mouth - no way was she going to French this thing. It licked and sucked her lips, tasting her flavored lipstick. She closed her eyes and whimpered. This couldn't get any grosser.

A tentacle unzipped her leotard and yanked it down to expose her jubilant boobs. Warm tentacles coiled around them and squeezed like they were cow udders, forcing her nipples to new heights. The little suckers under each tentacle gripped and released her tit flesh, leaving soft red kiss marks on her skin. The thing opened its maw and leaned in towards her chest, Leanne jerked her body trying to get away but it only made the tentacles grip her tighter. A wet black tongue slithered out towards her, creeping very slowly towards her nipples which were bouncing around due to her attempts to escape.

"Oh...ngh... Ah!" Hot breath billowed from Leanne's open mouth; the alien's tongue traced the base of her nipples in small circles. It started out slowly at first but they picked up the pace, moving in faster circles.

"Mmm... Mmm... Ah..." The alien certainly knew its way around a girl's body. Slime dripped down into the rest of her leotard and hit the patch over her treasure. Leanne gasped in horror as she felt it dissolve. No way, this thing's slime was able to remove the patch?

The monster continued its aggressive foreplay. Now that her mouth was open, it could plant slimy kisses on her lips, then run its tongue up her taunt neck. When the rest of her leotard finally fell off she was as naked as a new born.

The monster's large, pale white prick emerged from the water. Leanne couldn't help but feel intimidated by its size, although her current state of mind made her fantasize about blowing the gross cum stick. Her pussy was warm and wet. Tentacles crawled up her legs like snakes. Her desperate cunt was twitching, longing for something to touch it. Gooey tentacle tips peeled back her clitoral hood. The button beneath got bigger and bigger.

"If you're going to touch it, touch it!" Leanne blurted in frustration. The only thing worse than making out with an alien octopus was being teased by one. Her clit was lightly tapped. It felt so good Leanne forgot to breath. It was tapped again, a little harder this time. Another slimy appendage ran down her naked back all the way to her tail bone then ran back up to her neck. She closed her eyes and prayed that one more tug on her clit would allow her to cum. Sure enough, the next tap her love button got did the trick.

"Gah! Ha! Ha! Ah!" Leanne threw her head back and came, her legs buckled with fatigue which caused her snatch to suddenly drop onto the alien's penis. It slid easily into her slime covered vagina. Leanne felt it all the way through, she found herself remembering how long it had been since she last had sex. Her wet walls quivered and clamped down on the alien's member, not caring if it was human or not. She found herself moving her hips to help the monster reach even deeper into her pussy.

Senseless words spilled from her mouth brought on by the pleasure of having her port occupied but something bigger than her husband. Despite the monster's ugly appearance, she couldn't complain about the sex she was having, and the idea of being a captured princess added a very sensual hue to the experience. It helped her orgasm better. She tried to think about her husband many light years away. It worked for a little bit but for some reason another face popped into her mind. Merkhail's face.

"Oh my God!" she said out loud, why was she thinking about him?

The ship shook violently, the sounds of twisting, tearing metal drowned out her cries of pleasure. Fire exploded from the walls and enveloped the far side of the room, caused no doubt by an attack. Leanne fell off the alien's penis and into the water. It was like falling into quick sand; the princess couldn't swim to the surface or breathe for that matter. Slowly, her consciousness faded.

#

Then she suddenly woke up in her bed back on The Sarapatra. Her friends were all waiting patiently for her awakening. "Guys?" she asked stiffly.

Reynami hugged her, "Morning dear!"

"Did you guys rescue me?"

Merkhail rubbed the back of his head. "No but some money loving mercenaries did. We told everyone you were a princess and they swarmed that ship you were on."