Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 05

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Author's Note:

Please don't take this story too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid.

Thank you for reading.

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VOLUME FIVE

Out in the deepest region of space was a much sought after planet with a single city free of crime and pollution – Hera Major. It was very chic with a warm population that tolerated almost every species in the universe no matter how feral or infamous. The tranquility made it a popular wedding location, people paid good money to have a ceremony in the historic city of Mayberry, even more to have it in Saint Mayberry Church. And who could blame them? It was a solid granite behemoth built three centuries ago and even after all those years it retained its archaic charm. It stretched five stories into the blue sky catching the sunlight in its stained glass windows.

With popularity came secrets. Saint Mayberry was headquarters to a specific school of nuns called the Order of Mayberry, warriors who defended the planet from invasion and sin. Made up of only virgin women, the Mayberry Nuns were as much an attraction as the church itself. They wore traditional black robes which concealed an arsenal of weapons and body armor in case of trouble.

And one night there was a great deal of trouble. Something crashed onto the planet and invaded the church with bad intent. The Mayberry Nuns responded but found their usual tactics useless; they were up against something far superior to laser guns and swords. It was a full moon night when the sounds of pitched battle radiated from the church.

Two nuns ran for their lives towards the exit. Their robes were torn and tattered, their weapons were broken. Dried blood dotted their inner thighs, proof that the battle had cost them their innocence.

"We're almost there!" shouted Sister Katherine, a young and new member of the order. Her eyes were wide and innocent, more innocent than she herself was at the moment; the tears she wept when she lost her virginity were still dry on her cheeks.

The doors were in sight, both nuns exchanged hopeful glances. Suddenly, squirming tentacles shot out from the darkness and ensnared them both. The broken warriors screamed in terror, the nun following Katherine tried to slash at the tentacles but her broken sword only had ten inches of blade left.

Katherine sobbed when the stinky and slimy fronds caught up with her and dragged her away from the exit. The evil alien wasn't done exploring her once pure womanhood.

"Someone help us! Anyone! Sister Margaret! Help!" Her mouth was filled with rancid wet tentacle flesh. Both nuns were dragged across the floor and into the darkness. Their screams melted together with the moans of a dozen virgins in ecstasy.

#

Leanne had been kidnapped along with her comrade Ania by a gaggle of lawless elves. Their leader, Grace, was holding onto her like some kind of pet, ranting on and on about how pretty and sexy she was. His master plan was to blackmail his way into politics but he had become side-tracked as of late. After cumming inside her for the millionth time, he suddenly blurted, "Let's get married! I know the perfect place!"

Next thing Leanne knew she was on Hera Major getting mushed through the streets of Mayberry up to the Saint Mayberry Church. Ania was still on the ship, most likely satisfying Grace's cohorts with her petite body and taciturn cuteness. The last thing Leanne wanted to do was marry a man like Grace, a hopeless romantic who knew even less about romance than he knew about women. Leanne wanted nothing more than to leave the planet still single. Her wish looked like it would come true when the reached the church.

"Closed?" said Grace distraught. "Mayberry church is closed? How can this be?"

The police officer blocking his way shrugged, "Don't ask me, the Mayberry Nuns run this planet. Sister Margaret is their commander and she says no one can use the church until she says they can."

Grace pouted like a little kid and led Leanne away, "Oh dear, oh dear. Why does life stand in the way of our love?"

Leanne bounced around, "I don't love you, you creep! All you do is rape me!"

Grace didn't even respond, he was looking around the busy city for a solution to his problems, "Maybe I can talk to this Sister Margaret."

"Are you listening to me?! I hate you Grace! I wouldn't marry you if you were the last elf in existence!"

"You really mean it?" Grace only paid half attention to Leanne, hearing what he wanted to hear, "I'll love you for all of existence too! Give me a kiss!"

Yuck! Thought Leanne tasting his lips yet again. If someone didn't save her soon she was going to lose her mind.

#

The cargo ship Sarapatra was hot on Grace's trail, abandoning all other missions give chase. Merkhail had been up for three straight days, Reynami had to force him into his room at gunpoint for sleep. He crashed into bed stressed and tired, wondering if he was ever going to see Leanne again. What a strange attachment he felt to the little elf princess. Maybe Reynami was right, maybe he really was in love with her.

"Merkhail! Lieutenant!" Reynami banged on his door.

Merkhail reluctantly dragged himself from his sheets and opened it. Reynami shoved a pile of dildos and vibrators in his hands, some still wet with her pussy juice.

"Oh my Christ!" Merkhail bellowed. "Find a damn husband already!"

Reynami's eyes were wide and her whole persona screamed terror and panic. It wasn't like her at all, she was always so cool.

"Did you hear? The Order of Mayberry is coming aboard!" she wailed.

"The what?"

"The Mayberry Nuns! Their ship is demanding to dock with the Sarapatra and our captain gave in! Those crazy nuns can arrest any woman they want if they think she's immoral or indecent!"

"So why am I holding a pile of used dildos?!"

"They can't know how slutty I am, if they ask, tell them I'm a virgin."

Merkhail exploded in laughter, his legs struggled to hold his weight, "You?! A virgin?! Ha, ha, ha!"

"You want them to arrest your best front line fighter? I'm the most immoral and horny woman this side of the galaxy! You don't know how uptight and conservative those women are!"

"Of course I know, I'm a conservative too, you know. I thought about joining the Mayberry Nunnery as an auxiliary for a while."

The brunette Seraphim Girl looked at him cockeyed like a mess hall dish that smelled spoiled. "You are? You did?"

"Yeah."

"But...wow. With all the things we're gone through, all the times I've been butt raped by aliens... None of that stuff bothers you as a conservative?"

"You read my personnel file, I'm insane."

"Oh, right."

Merkhail dumped all of Reynami's late night toys onto his bed, "Fine, I promise I'll keep your um...hobbies a secret. When are the sisters coming aboard?"

"I think they're aboard now! Wait here, you have to hide the rest of my vibrators."

A woman clad in black came up behind Reynami, "Oh my, someone enjoys sins of the flesh a little too much."

It was Sister Margaret, leader of the Mayberry Nuns. She was very tall with dark green hair flowing down her back, indication that she wasn't quite human. Her nun robe concealed her features but Merkhail pegged her to be a 21 year old size 6 with a C cup bust. Her eyes were jade and sharp; her pale skin was sleek, flawless, untouched. She was a virgin and not afraid to flaunt it.

Reynami opened her mouth. What spilled out were farces. "I, um, I have to go! I have to...go pray and junk... Bye!"

She scampered off.

"What was that about?" Margaret asked Merkhail.

"Reynami is a very spiritual girl, she prays every day. Like a bunny some say."

Margaret wasn't an idiot; her stern 'don't bullshit me' expression pulled the truth out of him. "She thinks you're going to arrest her for...praying too much."

Margaret put two fingers on her temple, "On any other day I would, but I'm afraid bad news brings me here. Can I borrow you for a little while?"

"Sure, come on in." He closed the door to his room and activated his lamp, dulling the natural light of the stars beyond his window.

Sister Margaret took a seat on his bed and sighed deeply, "The church in Mayberry was attacked. Something repulsive has made its home there. We tried to fight it off, but we lost."

Merkhail noticed the guns and swords concealed under Margaret's robe and remembered that the Mayberry nuns were on the same playing field as Seraphim Girls, so whatever this threat was; it must have been strong to resist the nuns.

"And you want my help?"

"You wanted to join the Mayberry nuns at one time, right? I remember your application."

Merkhail walked across his room, "Yes, I also remember you turning me down because I was a man."

"Pity isn't it? You're well-spoken and you have such silky long hair; you would have made a great woman."

She said it in such a praising tone that Merkhail had a hard time being angry, "Er...thank you. Well, you caught us at a bad time I'm sorry to say, two of my girls just got kidnapped."

"Yes, I know. Grace, the outlaw elf."

"You know about that?"

"He's in Mayberry this very moment. Nothing goes on in that city that I don't know about. He was trying to marry one of your girls in the church but we've closed it down until the vermin can be killed off." Margaret twirled some of her green hair with her finger and looked him in the eye, "If you haven't caught my drift, I'm attempting to push both of our goals closer together. You have to come to Mayberry to save your friend, why not help us in the process?"

"Okay, I see," the young lieutenant nodded and agreed to help, he had never known a Mayberry nun to lie. "I just have one request."

"Yes?"

He pointed to the pile of dildos and vibrators Margaret was ignorantly sitting next to, "Please don't arrest Reynami, I swear she's seeing a therapist about all that."

#

The Mayberry Church basement was pitch black, no matter how long the captive nuns waited, their eyes never adjusted. Sister Katherine was just one of the many women who fought the alien menace that had landed on their home planet. The monsters spewed mucus all over their laser guns, jamming the mechanisms. And now they were all captives.

The creatures resembled bloated slugs with thick, enamel skin, only their bellies were soft and vulnerable. The sisters killed two of them but the other five were too much to handle, they ensnared them all with tentacles housed in their mouths, stripped them down to their modest underwear and taught them what their love tunnels could do.

The monster that got Katherine secured her to its belly with its sticky slime. From there it ballooned a puffy penis which slipped past her alabaster labia with the help of its slick pre-cum. Katherine kicked her legs to no avail; dick meat filled her from mons to uterus. The sex lasted for late into the night, the thing's penis would slide all the way in and then all the way out, it was mathematical, no stuttering or change in speed.

The other sisters that had fallen victim were in similar positions, moaning and purring like they were in love with the new sensations they were feeling. Katherine bounced up and down on alien belly flesh, strings of thick slime clung to her arms and legs, they tethered her to the predator and prevented her from doing anything but satisfy its urges.

Katherine's body was on fire; her face was flushed bright red. The alien-worm's head was resting right behind hers and the tentacles flowing out from its maw slithered like snakes and caressed her neck.

"S-Stop, I-It feels really good!" Katherine babbled. The tongue tentacles on her neck slipped past her painted lips, coiling around her tongue and pouring foul saliva into her mouth.

"Mfph!" Katherine closed her eyes as an inevitable orgasm shot through her sweaty body, constricting her already tight cunt around the thing's penis. Warm jelly erupted inside her; it could have only been semen. And today wasn't a safe day for Katherine.

The alien's belly fat contracted and rolled Katherine's body around so she was face down. Her face sank into five inches of belly slime, it almost drown her. When she lifted her face, lathered in suffocating goop, the tentacles protruding from the alien's head raped her mouth more.

Due to the intensity of her last orgasm, the nun's puckered and moist butt hole was still pulsating, opening and closing uncontrollably. Her enemy's dick shot inside during one of the opening motions.

"Gah!" Katherine's back arched into a "U" shape instantly. How filthy, she thought, her own pussy juices, transferred to the alien's dick were now lubricating the walls of her anus.

Her bosom heaved inside her bra; the last bit of cloth left on her body. Slime collected in her bra cups, creating a cool sensation that drew her nipples out. This along with her unexpected love for anal sex sent her to new levels of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out like a dog's, it was an expression that had no place on a nun's face, "Harder! Deeper! Break me!"

As if responding to her unconscious desire, the alien slammed it's penis into her ass faster and faster. "Don't stop! I want this!" Katherine focused on relaxing her anal muscles in order to accept more of the alien's girth. In and out. In and out. In and out. She was about to break like a toy and she didn't care one bit.

A pack of senseless words poured from her mouth, riding the river of orgasmic pleasure that traveled her body head to toe. Before cumming, the alien pulled out of her ass and propelled globs of thick sperm onto her bare back, reaching all the way up to the white and black wimple covering her hair. Katherine breathed as deeply as her lungs would allow. The monster was soon to recover and start again; she needed to rest while she could. She tilted her head to the side and saw her nun robes on the dirt ground, covered in slime and cum. That one sight was enough to tell the story of her downfall.

Katherine was flipped onto her back again. She laughed to herself in giddy glee; the monster was going to pleasure her even more. "Don't wait! Stick it in again! I'm ready!" Katherine wasn't in control of her own vocabulary. It was time to see how much her nubile, sex-starved body could take.

She felt a dull pain in her abdomen. No, not her abdomen, her uterus. A thin, sickly smile formed on Katherine's face as she realized she was pregnant. What better way to commemorate a night of such great pleasure.



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Things for Leanne went from bad to worse on Hera Major. Grace had muscled his way into the Mayberry church, locked the doors and slapped a wedding dress on her. It was only him, Leanne and about six of his shady confederates reluctantly putting on a haphazard wedding. They didn't look the slightest bit enthusiastic about the whole deal.

"What about the ransom money for the kids, Grace?" one asked, "And what about blackmailing our way into politics?"

"This will only take a minute," said Grace, frustration in his voice.

Leanne rolled her eyes, what a thing to say in front of a woman during the most important day of her life. At least she wasn't alone in her suffering; Ania was there dressed up like a little flower girl with a frown that told everyone she hated life. One of Grace's more lanky men felt compelled to change her outfit.

"Why a flower girl?" Grace asked, "You have a Lolita complex or something?"

The man combed Ania's hair like she were a doll, "Duh, huh, huh, yeah," he laughed.

Grace looked away flexing his eyebrows, "Whoa that's creepy. Alright, we're ready to begin!" he took Leanne by the arm and pulled her up to the empty alter, "Now all we need is that guy who does the thing with the...what do you call it?"

"He's called a priest you moron!" shouted Leanne.

"Whoa, save the yelling until after we're married. Man, why are human weddings so complicated? All elves need is an ordained temple maiden."

"How is that any different from human weddings?" screamed Leanne while trying to get away. "I can't believe I'm going to marry such a perverted idiot! I'm out of here!"

Leanne picked up her wedding dress and clip-clopped towards the exit.

The guy combing Ania's hair pointed, "Uh-oh, we've got a runner boss!"

Grace easily caught up with Leanne and threw her over his shoulder. Her dress came up, exposing her silky white bridal lingerie and garters.

"Whoa, awesome panties." Grace quipped while spanking her jiggling ass cheeks.

One of his men spoke up, "Question. Why do you think the nuns closed this church in the first place?"

Grace set Leanne down beside him. "Beats me."

"What if they find out we're here? Won't they arrest us?"

Grace laughed to himself like an adolescent boy looking and a dirty magazine, "Arrested by nuns? I could go for that!"

The wooden floorboards beneath Leanne's feet shook rather violently, throwing her off balance. An earthquake? Leanne wiggled her pointed ears, "Does anyone hear that?"

"Hear what, my love?"

Thanks to Reynami, Leanne was familiar with what an orgy sounded like. And right now it sounded like one was happening beneath the floorboards.

#

The Sarapatra broke through the atmosphere of Hera Major and made a forced landing in Mayberry. Merkhail, Reynami and Margaret disembarked and rendezvoused with the few remaining Mayberry nuns willing to carry on the fight for their church. Just like Margaret, they were young and attractive, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect bodies. And to think none of them knew what it was like to have an orgasm. In Merkhail's wildest dreams, he'd give private lessons to all of them.

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They all walked into the shadow of Saint Mayberry church. "That's odd," said Margaret. The doors to the church floor were locked, "I closed this place to the public. Is someone in there?"

Merkhail made sure his boots were tied correctly, "Only one way to find out. Step back." He kicked the door in as hard as he could. It gave way with a terrible crunching sound. Revealed to him was a ire-inducing sight, Grace and Leanne were standing at the altar, looking back at him in awe. Well, Leanne was in awe, Grace just looked pissed.

"Merkhail?" said Leanne happily.

"Grace!" Merkhail yelled.

"You!" Grace barked.

The nuns fell in on Merkhail's right, laser guns and swords drawn. Grace's men lined up too with their own weaponry. The situation was tense and Merkhail intended to resolve things without everyone shooting each other to bits.

Oh screw it, he thought. He wiped out his .45 shell gun and shot off a bit of Grace's black hair.

The sounds of a dozen laser guns blasting away deafened Merkhail's ears. Since the benches within the church were steel, everyone used them for cover. But every bench looked alike, it was impossible to know who was where at any given time.

Merkhail and Sister Margaret somersaulted behind a bench of their own.

"We don't have time for this! My girls need to save their ammo for the aliens!"

The lieutenant squeezed off a few rounds, feeling the recoil carry his gun upward. "Reynami! Reynami!"

She was across the church using one of the benches to steady her laser rifle, "I'm very busy sir!"

"I need you to –" The sounds of gunfire buried his words.

"What?! I can't hear a damn thing you're saying lieutenant!" yelled Reynami frustrated.

Laser bolts blasted holes in the walls and floor. This was bad, the church wasn't big enough for such an intense gun fight, damn his recklessness. Sister Margaret bravely revealed herself from cover. When a bad guy stood up to shoot her, she beat him to the punch and dropped him with a single shot to the chest.

"Margaret! Get down!"

She obeyed, but not before a laser bolt struck her in the shoulder. "Don't worry," she said dabbing away the blood. "I think my armor took most of it."