Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 06

"...Hello?" she called. Nothing, her voice echoed throught the dark metal hallways of the lab. Ania pulled her leotard out of her butt crack and left.

Bang!

Something heavy fell onto her head and knocked her down. After wiping the blood from her face, she saw a mechanical monstrosity hovering over her body. It was a three foot by three foot steel box with cables and lights all over it. A complex series of thrusters allowed it to hover in midair. Two metal arms hung off its sides, both with three hinged fingers, a big glass eye in the middle of its body zeroed in on her.

Ania very slowly went for the laser pistol on her hip. The metal box began to shake and emit loud, annoying beeping sounds. The threatened Seraphim Girl aimed her gun and fired. All her shots bounced off its armored hull, blowing holes in the walls around her. The machine floated into the air and out of range.

The flat-chested soldier was about to call Merkhail for help when the odd machine rushed her and pinned her to the ground with its two metal arms. It analyzed her with its glass eye, making sense of all the straps and zippers holding her uniform on. A third arm emerged from its body and began to undo her leotard.

"No..." Ania murmured. Her zipper was pulled down, slowly exposing her peachy skin and pert cleavage. After a little more effort, the leotard was pulled off her breasts. The sudden exposure to dry air made her nipples stand up. During an unwanted gasp of excitement, Ania spotted a label running along the side of the hovering machine. "Rapemaster 1000". How original.

Kicking the metal beast only bruised her toes. More metal arms came down on her; the new ones had rubber vibrators attached to them.

Ania was starting to worry. The vibrating arms were coming down on her boobs, which she admitted were very sensitive to teasing. The vibrations punished them, sending her nipples them wiggling in every direction. Her tit flesh firmed up under the stimulation while her resistance softened.

More was to come. Two metal legs came down on her own legs and spread them wide. Hooks grabbed onto her leotard and totally stripped it from her body, the only thing she wore now was a pair of childish red and white polka dot panties. The vibrators moved from her breasts to her abdomen, where they slid slowly downward.

Ania watched as they graced the dome of her pussy. The pent up sexual frustration resulting from the nipple play blew up into a mild, controlled orgasm. Ania closed her eyes and felt sweet satisfaction numb her body. A dark wet spot formed on her cotton panties, proof that her mind and body weren't exactly on the same page. Her clit rose up, looking like a little throbbing button under her panty fabric.

The vibrators retracted into the machine's hull. Ania prepared for something far worse to emerge, but in the mean time she called for help. Her headset was still on and active but she needed a free hand to use it. She turned her head to the side and began banging it against the floor, hoping to flip to the right channel.

She was too late. The perverted machine drew its next weapon - a tiny tool that looked like a miniature vice grip. It descended on her lower body.

"AH!" Ania shrieked. The vice gently clamped onto her erect clitoris. Every muscle in her body tensed up, she arched her back and fought to remain still, the slightest jerk would cause her precious button to tear off. Slowly, the vice clamped down harder, squeezing the sensitive flesh bigger and bigger.

"Ah! Gah!" Ania's voice reached such high levels her friends wouldn't have recognized her. Saliva splashed from her lips. The vice squeezed a little harder and began to twist quickly from side to side.

"Aaaahhhh!" Cum squirted through her panties and onto the floor, evidence of her forced climax.

Her clit was released. It was throbbing so badly that Ania wondered if there was any permanent damage. The vice was replaced by a long, metal tube. If the machine had a penis, this must have been it. Warm drool trickled down the side of Ania's cheek as she watched it line up with her soaking wet womanhood. Normally, she hated showing pleasure on her face; she was okay with the men she made love to knowing her body but not her mind. But this was a machine, not a person, so she found herself wearing all the symptoms of a woman in heat on her face. Pulling her panties aside, the metal penis filled her in one quick thrust.

Her hips bucked wildly. The sex was, no pun intended, mechanical, and Ania found herself enjoying it very much. It changed her whole personality. "Oh fuck!" she cried, "Oh fuck I'm going to cum again! Go faster! Oh!"

The machine's glass eye buzzed like a lens zooming in and retracting. Was she being filmed? Of course, she thought; that glass lens wasn't thing machine's eye, it was a camera. It was recording her face, crimson and covered in sweat, begging for more. Ania grimaced and showed her teeth, she'd never forgive herself if the footage of her getting banged turned up in a porno shop.

The metal penis pumping into her picked up the pace. Her small body bounced about the floor like a fish out of water. But she held off her orgasm, the machine would have to drag it out of her.

She held on for a good thirty minutes until the machine lost patience. It took her laser pistol and shoved the barrel into her mouth, making her preform fellatio on her own gun. A vibrator was shoved painfully up her ass and turned on high. Triple penetration, but still Ania looked into the camera lens defiantly.

The machine was out of limbs with which to attack her, each one was occupied. Perhaps assuming she was subdued, it foolish released her left arm in order to torment more of her lady parts. Ania used it to punch out the camera lens.

Sparks poured out of the damaged area like blood. It let her go and floated into the air, flying around erratically. Ania tried to ignore the machine's metal dick, which had broken off inside her pussy, and took aim with her laser gun. She shot it through the camera lens and the whole thing crashed to the floor, dead.

The quiet Seraphim Girl kicked it a few times to make sure the misogynistic machine it was really dead.

"Ania? Ania?" It was Merkhail speaking through her radio. "Did you call me girl? Pick up?"

"I called. But I'm fine now." said Ania pulling the dick-rod from her sopping cunt.

"Sure? Thought I heard you screaming in the background. Need any help?"

Ania was busy giving her pussy a once over. No serious damage, just a lot of pink flesh swollen with pleasure.

She blurted: "No. I didn't cum. Way to go me."

"...Wat?!" yelled Merkhail.

#

"And that's what happened." said Ania.

Margaret looked as repulsed as she did after hearing Leanne's story. "W-Well I certainly think I've heard enough. I can't begin to imagine the stories Reynami might have."

The infirmary door slammed open. It was none other than the capricious slut herself. "Please! Leanne and Ania can't touch me with a ten foot pole."

"No one touches you with a ten foot pole, I heard it's because you contracted Boragia from an orc." said Leanne innocently.

The elf princess was referring to a very contagious STD. Reynami wasted no time taking a seat on a bed and spreading her legs open. "I DO NOT have Boragia! Go on, take a look – does my pussy look gray and dry?"

Margaret swallowed hard before acquiescing to examine the hole of the biggest slut this side of the sun. She pulled down Reynami's panties and slid the speculum in. Leanne assumed she'd find something wrong instantly.

"Uh... Okay." Margaret began. "I see a lot of sand. But I guess that's pretty normal compared to what I found in Leanne and Ania."

"Sand? Something you want to tell us Reynami?" Leanne asked.

Reynami pulled her brunette hair back into a pony tail so it didn't fall off the table while she lay on her back. "Remember that time I was supposed to accompany transport ship C to Victor I? Well, I went AWOL instead. Stopped by a beach. So listen up kiddies, this was MY worst mission."

#

Reynami didn't care what planet she was on, as long as that tight-ass Merkhail couldn't find her she was happy. There was a long strip of golden beach dotted with alien visitors of all shapes, sizes and smells. Blue ocean kissed the shore at regular intervals. It was all so picture perfect, oh how Reynami missed the sunny beaches of earth.

She stepped out of the changing room and turned heads almost immediately. Her massive breasts were squeezed into a tight bikini top that wrapped around her bosom like a second skin. She had intentionally picked a super-thin material so when she gave her dark nipples a few lustful pinches, they could poke out and be seen. Her skin, already darkening due to the sun, was molded perfectly to her abs. She was pleased to see her new training regimen had paid off; she was sporting a perfect six-pack.

Her red bikini bottom was a triangle barely five inches wide, so low that her dark pubs were peeking out the top. The knots that anchored the garment to her rocking hips were tied loosely...intentionally; maybe if she got lucky they would untie and expose her snatch to everyone. When she spread her legs, the bikini material sank into her vulva, giving her the mother of all camel-toes.

But there was more to Reynami than two boobs and two ass-cheeks, she had a head of long dark hair. She wiped it about her head so that it caught the light - and the eyes of any men around. All that was missing was her bright lipstick, which she applied last.

The other women on the beach didn't stand a chance. There was one female, barely a woman, gawking at her. She had a rather slim form adorn with a black bikini. Her boobs were so small they barely filled an A-Cup. She took one look at Reynami and darted off in shame. Rookie.

#

"Hey gorgeous," Reynami was talking to the only human man she had been able to find.

"Uh...Hi?" he responded.

He was about her age, maybe a little younger. Who cared? Reynami leaned over and placed her chest right in his face. She used her forearm to squeeze her two bouncing mounds upward.

"You're cute." Reynami whispered.

The man's teeth began to chatter. "Uh...ah... Okay, here's the thing. I'm married." he said.

"I don't see the missus around." said Reynami, licking her lips.

The longer the man stared at her bikini-clad form, the more noticeable his erection was. He tried to hide it shyly.

"You want to put that in me?" Reynami asked, "Do it. I won't tell anyone.

#

"You're awful!" Leanne boomed, interrupting the story.

"It's my story so shut up!" Reynami growled.

"Your worst mission was banging a married man?"

Ania sipped a juice box, complements of the hospital. "Slut... Ho..."

"Shut up Ania!"

"Skank..."

"I mean it!"

Ania waited and then, "...Horny low-life cum-dump."

"Well this horny cum-dump would like to finish her story if you don't mind!" Reynami angrily intoned.

The exchanged earned a few laughs from Leanne.

Reynami kicked her feet, forgetting they were propped up in braces. "Cut it out you bitchy cunt, nothing happened between me and that guy anyways. His wife showed up and almost clawed my eyes out."

"What happened after that?" Margaret asked, putting the speculum back in.

"Well, I saw a warning poster stuck on the side of the changing rooms. It was warning women not to go in the water. Apparently some pervert was stealing bikini tops."

#

Reynami reached back to make sure her own bikini top was still on. The material was so light she could hardly tell it was there.

"Kyaa!"

Reynami saw a young woman running out the water, arms wrapped around her naked breasts. Another victim of the bikini thief apparently. The veteran Seraphim girl grinned. How many chances did one get to both vacation and protect the galaxy?

The ocean water was warm and clear, perfect for swimming. She did some laps with her goggles on; trying to see what was below the water. Nothing but shells and ten-legged Heeger Crabs so far.

Something grabbed her leg. Bingo, bikini thief located.

"Ha!" Reynami slapped a pair of handcuffs on the hand grabbing her leg.

But it wasn't a hand. It was long, pink, squishy and slimy. It slipped right out the cuff.

"Uh-oh." Reynami said, "That's an octopus tentacle."

Sure enough, the owner of said tentacle emerged from the ocean in a geyser of salty water, extending twenty feet into the air. Slime oozed from its rubbery skin, dripping onto Reynami's face. Two bulging eyes opened up in the center of its bulbous head. Tentacles wiggled in the air all around, many of them holding onto stolen bikini tops.

"Oh crap!" Reynami dove into the water before the angry octopus could slap her with one of its feelers. The octo gave chase, sending its tentacles after her. She jumped out the water like a dolphin to avoid all the fronds chasing her underwater. She reached a safe distance many meters away from the sandy shoreline and panicked. How was she supposed to stop something this big without weapons?!

All of the women who had lost their tops yelled from the beach.

"That's my bikini!"

"What is this thing supposed to be?!"

"I spent a fortune on that swimsuit!"

Insulting the big perverted octopus wasn't the best plan, even Reynami knew that. And sure enough, the monster sent its tentacles out like speeding bullets. Each one snatched up a young, scantily-clad girl.

Screams filled the beach. The girls all fought to get free but even if they did, they had a thirty foot fall into the sand. Something slimy and sticky wrapped around Reynami's bare waist. Looked like she was next.

"WHOA!" Everything on the beach got really small, really fast. Suspended in the air right in front of the kraken's face, Reynami saw tentacles poised to fondle and grope.

"Me too?!"

The rowdy Seraphim Girl's bikini top was ripped off. Her two fluffy D-tits bounced into shape in front of everyone. All the other women trapped with her turned green with breast envy.

The octo's free appendages closed in, going for her boob-flesh. Their touch left globs of sticky goo behind. They coiled around each tit and kneaded the flesh rhythmically, pulling them side to side.

"Tentacle groping? How outdated is that?!" Reynami yelled.

Other tentacles lathered her waist and neck with cool slime. Tiny suckers on their undersides kissed and nipped her tender flesh. Some of those suckers found their way on top of her two-inch nipples and tugged on her dark areolas.

"Eeeyyyaaa!" she yelped.

Holding firmly to her engorged nubs, the tentacle-suckers pulled. At about the same time, her paper-thin bikini bottom broke off and floated away in the air. Tentacle flesh coiled around her upper thighs and glided over her mocha skin. They spread her tight ass cheeks and slithered through her crack, lubing her anus with slime. But they didn't touch her pub-crowned sex. Crap, thought Reynami, the lack of pussy-play left her frustrated.

"Aaaahhhh..." Reynami closed her eyes and writhed like a plate of jello. The octopus sexed up every inch of her body, ticking her neck with tentacle tips and caressing the whole length of her back. Her legs were forced apart. She felt her warm love juice drip out her quaking cunt and down her legs. Wow, she thought, she was already greased up and ready to go.

The other women were getting the same kind of attention, tentacles wrapped around their young, lovely forms, stripping them and teasing them. A symphony of girlish "ooohs" and "aaahs" serenaded the beach. It was one big gang bang - thirty feet in the air and in full view of all their boyfriends and husbands.

Some octopus meat finally decided to slip inside Reynami's pulsating snatch. She reached a mild orgasm immediately, maybe it was the altitude. Even without the slime, her pussy was so slick the frond could glide in and out of her like an oily piston.

Without warning, she was flipped upside down. Her long hair dangled down in the breeze, blocking her face. By the time she could figure out why the monster wanted her face down, a tentacle tip was already poking the pedals of her exposed anus. Her often-used rectum effortlessly accepted its girth.

Double penetration, thirty feet in the air...upside down. "OH YEAH!" was all Reynami could yell.

The flat-chested woman Reynami had seen earlier was also caught; she could recognize her black bikini. She was trying desperately to keep her top on. She crossed her legs when a tentacle tried to go exploring between her legs. She cried for help and begged the monster to stop. But surprise, surprise, it didn't work. Black-Bikini Girl lost her top. And her bottom. But something wasn't right. She wasn't just flat-chested, she was REALLY flat-chested. And when a tentacle made for her cunt, it missed and went straight into the ass hole.

Reynami's blood went cold. The girl, or to be more accurate – guy, cried in ecstasy from having his butt raped. His stiff cock twitched, jerked, and erupted with white seminal cream. There were buckets of it squirting into the air, so much that Reynami wondered if he had ever masturbated in his life.

Everything stopped at that moment. The sex ended and the lustful wailing died down. The octopus was looking at the man it had mistaken for a woman with what only could be tentacle-monster regret.

Trap-guy looked at the creature, face flushed like a woman's. "I-I like wearing bikinis, that's all..."

All of the girls were let go. Reynami landed vagina first into a pile of sand. The octopus sank back into the ocean and slunk away. Safe bet it was never coming back to this freaky beach.

#

"And that's what happened." Reynami finished.

"How was that any worse than us?" Leanne asked, expecting a more sordid story of shame and violation.

"It was totally worse than your stories! I saw a cross-dressing guy get tentacle raped! I was throwing up for a week!"

"Forgive me for asking this but...do girls have encounters like this all the time?" Margaret mused.

Leanne shook her head, "Not all the time, but sometimes the best plans go wrong."

"But shouldn't your commander make sure you're safe?" asked Margaret while closing up Reynami's legs. "You keep getting into so much trouble, shouldn't that come back on Lieutenant Merkhail?"

The elf princess's brow wrinkled. "Wait a second. Are you implying it's all his fault?"

"Well at the very least I think he's got a lot to learn. Every mission he's sent you on has resulted in violation and humiliation. Doesn't he care?"

"Of course he cares!" Even Leanne was surprised by the tone of her voice. She couldn't help it, her budding feelings for the young officer were too strong. "Seraphim Girls know the risk of their jobs."

Margaret crossed her arms, "With all due respect princess, how well do you know Merkhail?"

Leanne lied to her, "I know everything about him."

"No you don't. I've known Merkhail for ten years, even before I became a Mayberry Nun. He's one of my best friends, and I know his mind has been slipping into insanity. Maybe it's starting to affect his judgment."

Leanne's nostrils flared. "...You're full of shit."

It was the first swear word she had ever uttered in her life.

Margaret took a deep, calming breath and ripped off her nurse's cap. "Fine. What else can I say?" She left, slamming the door shut.

Reynami's mouth was dangling open.

"What?" Leanne asked her, "Got something to say?! Go on, call me a 'bitchy cunt again!"

What was wrong with her? She insulted Margaret and now she was taking shots at Reynami. She stumbled out the infirmary, doing her best to avoid a nearby mirror on the way out.

#

The town fair was the perfect place to clear Leanne's anger-filled head. She played a few dart games and stuffed her face with sweets.