Edited by slutkimmi and c-whyte
Author's note: This story falls in the categories of incest, mind-control and nonhuman
Part 6 of 6
The FBI agent was confused and scared. When her boss had told her about this unofficial mission, she knew that it had risks but she never expected to find what they did. Now she was standing in between four naked women with guns pointing at her while other women were walking around as though the heavy shooting had never happened.
"What is your name?" Sondra asked the prisoner.
The FBI agent remained quiet until one of the guards pushed a gun against her head, "Carrie" she answered angrily.
"Welcome to the colony, Carrie," Sondra said with a sweet smile; and then she ordered, "Strip her!"
While one of the women kept a gun pointing at Carrie's head, the other three nest-guards slung their weapons and obeyed.
"Lets take her to him," Sondra added as soon as the agent was naked.
A million thoughts raced through Carrie's mind. Four of her best friends had just been killed and she believed she was going to be next. She desperately looked around the house as they walked, trying to find a way to escape. They reached the stairs and the front door was just a few feet away. She considered running for it but at that moment, one of the guards grabbed her arm and the idea was discarded. They all walked up the stairs with Sondra leading the group.
As soon as they crossed the door of the alien's bedroom, Carrie's face turned white. A scream choked in her throat. She saw the reddish mass of the creature sitting heavily against the back wall with several tentacles spreading out over the room.
The FBI agent saw a young pregnant woman entwined within a bulk of tentacles at the base of the beast. She was barely visible as several limbs were wrapped around her body. The woman was being penetrated in the ass, pussy and mouth at the same time. Carrie couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was perplexed and frozen, staring at the surreal scene. Suddenly, the woman moaned and shuddered, arching her back for a moment. This triggered the expected reaction from the captive agent.
She turned quickly to her right and pushed one of the guards, who lost her balance and fell to the floor. One of the other guards jumped forward to grab her but Carrie used her combat training to knock her to the ground too. She started to run towards the door, pushing the other two guards to either side. She succeeded in getting one out of the way but the other guard was ready and dove at the agent's legs, tackling her down. The other guards jumped over and subdued her completely.
"No! Let me go!" Carrie screamed in panic.
"Lift her and bring her closer to him," Sondra ordered the guards.
Carrie was forced to get up and move closer to the alien. Every step she took increased the pace of her heart. The first tears began to roll down her cheeks. She looked in terror at the creature, trying to understand what it was. Then she looked at the pregnant woman lying within the tentacles. Being so close, Carrie could hear the woman's soft and constant moans.
"Her name is Casey," Sondra said proudly to the prisoner, "Isn't she beautiful? She is carrying our master's baby and a new colony will be created soon."
"What is this thing? What are you going to do with me?" Carrie asked with trembling voice.
"This is not a thing. You will understand in a moment."
As Sondra finished the sentence, a tentacle was already dragging itself toward Carrie's feet. The prisoner saw it and tried to free herself from the guards' grip but it was useless. The tentacle moved upward, caressing Carrie's calf and sending goose-bumps all over her body.
"No, please," Carrie pleaded.
The limb reached her ass cheeks and snuggled in between, as though it was deliberately prolonging the agony of the FBI agent. Carrie understood the creature's intentions and tried desperately to avoid the penetration. The guards were having a hard time holding her in place.
"Ahhh!" Carrie cried as the tentacle pierced inside of her.
The tendril moved deeper and Carrie stood on her tiptoes. She felt mild stings in her back.
"Ahhh...no," she screamed again throwing her head back.
Then, her face relaxed. The guards let go of her. Carrie was a new slave.
Before becoming an active field agent, Carrie had worked in the intelligence department. Tons of very valuable information was downloaded from Carrie's mind to the alien's.
* * *
Across town, in Marsha's house, Sam was explaining to Marsha what had happened in the mansion and about the young woman that was standing beside them, wearing Sam's jacket and nothing more. The woman was looking at both of them with a confused expression. She paid special attention to Marsha.
"So, you just snatched her and brought her with you?" Marsha asked.
"Well, I had to do something. There were gunshots all over the place. I couldn't just leave her there."
"Can she talk?" Marsha asked.
"It seems that they erased her memory. But yes, she can talk."
"What's your name, honey?" Marsha asked the woman.
She just looked at Marsha and without saying a word, she walked to her and held her tightly.
"Hey, she likes you!" Sam commented happily.
Marsha put an arm around the woman and couldn't avoid feeling a little aroused by the loving embrace but she concealed it well in front of Sam.
"What are we going to do now?" Marsha asked.
"Well, I guess now it's time to call for backup. Those people are heavily armed and dangerous. All I wanted was to get some credit and that's a given."
"What about your partner Laura?"
"Laura is with them, so I don't think I have to worry about her anymore.
"Is it alright if we stay here with you for a while?" Sam asked.
"Sure, no problem," Marsha said looking at the beautiful young woman and thinking about the alien segment still sitting on her bathroom floor.
"There's no point in taking her to the precinct at this hour. I'll do that tomorrow morning and I'll talk to the captain to organize a full takeover of the mansion," Sam said.
"That sounds good to me," Marsha responded, "I'll try to find some clothes for this cutie."
Marsha grabbed the slave's hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. The young woman followed her like a puppy.
Sam watched both women as they walked away, one wearing a small bathrobe and the other wearing just his jacket. He felt his cock stir inside his pants.
As soon as they entered Marsha's bedroom, the slave pulled softly on Marsha's arm. Marsha turned around to face the young woman, who swiftly untied Marsha's bathrobe and grabbed one of her breasts. Marsha was a little surprised but didn't stop her.
"Please, feed me," the woman said as she leaned over, trying to place her lips around Marsha's nipple.
Marsha reacted by taking a step back, "What?"
The slave just looked back at her, pleading with her eyes to let her eat. Marsha remembered her recent experiences inside the mansion. The words from the pretty redhead still roamed in her mind
Feed from me.
Marsha began to understand the ways of the colony.
Feeling sorry for the helpless woman standing in front of her, she just said, "I can't feed you right now. We'll find something for you later, ok?"
The woman nodded.
Marsha turned around and opened a few drawers, looking for panties and other things. It took her a few minutes but she found an appropriate outfit for the young woman. She turned around and the slave was not there anymore.
"Hey! Where are you?"
Marsha heard a gasp coming from the bathroom and hurried in there. The slave was inside, kneeling on the floor. Marsha looked down just in time to see the last inches of the alien recruiter-segment slipping into the woman's vagina.
"Wait! What are you doing?"
Marsha saw the slave's eyes roll back and her arms falling feebly to her sides. The chemicals were numbing the slave's already subjugated mind even further. Marsha looked at her for a moment wondering what was happening inside the woman's pussy.
A few seconds later, the slave was just staring ahead and breathing calmly. Marsha passed a hand in front of the woman's eyes but she did nothing at all.
"Can you hear me?" Marsha asked.
"Yes," The response came slowly and softly.
Marsha wasn't expecting any response and was startled for a second. Then she said, "Get up please". The slave did as told. Now she was standing rigidly in front of Marsha.
Marsha looked at the woman submerged deep in a trance. Somehow, she found it alluring and exciting. A mild tingle unavoidably flared in her pussy. Marsha knew that at this very moment, she could do whatever she wanted with this woman. That feeling of power excited her even further. Her own live doll to play with. Marsha realized that her nipples were swollen as the delicate caress from the silk bathrobe sent a wave of pleasure across her body.
Marsha looked back to check if Sam was still downstairs and then she leaned forward, whispering to the slave's ear, "Lick my pussy."
The slave went down to her knees and did as she was told.