Passionate Tentacle Explosion
My heart beat in fear as Peony, one of my new friends, had a metallic tentacle jutting from beneath her gray skirt of her school uniform. It was similar to the purple tentacles undulating from my pussy, except it was made of segmented metal, the end bulbous and smooth. It lunged for me while Merita, the alien possessing me, screamed a warning in my mouth.
"Connect," all the women who had invaded the classroom said in unison, their feminine voices curiously flat, reminding me of the voice in Merita's crashed spaceship, her computer.
Nanites,
I gasped to Merita.
What are they doing in Peony?
I didn't understand what was going on. I barely understood what nanites were. They were inside of me, repairing my broken neck. It was why Merita had to possess my body, to keep me from rejecting the nanites or something. They were supposed to be smaller than a speck of pepper and yet were little automatons. It didn't make much sense to me.
I was still recovering from my wonderful orgasms at the end of Nurse Paige's wonderful, mechanical vibrator. The huge machine had made a dildo hum in my asshole, driving me wild with pleasure as I devoured Nurse Paige's delicious snatch. The rest of the class watched on in delight, masturbating, curing their hysterics, embracing the wonderful things we were taught at the Kensington Boarding School--sapphic pleasure.
And then a group of women flooded into our classroom.. They all had metal tentacles jutting from beneath their skirts. More of those shiny appendages appeared to connect each woman together. They moved in unison, spoke in unison, and sent their tentacles seizing my classmates in unison. Tabitha, my lover and new friend, was wrapped up by Tansy, Tabitha's red hair flying about her head as she shuddered, being fucked by the tentacle. Nurse Paige, her blonde hair dancing about her face, groaned as Adrianne's tentacle reamed her cunny. Christine, another of my new friends, was seized by Darcy, an older girl.
And Peony came for me. The small, petite, shy girl. The delicious doll whose cherry I popped in the bath this morning now had a tentacle. We parted not long ago, maybe a quarter of an hour. She went to her next class with Tansy, while Christine, Tabitha, Leonora, and I came to this one.
Leonora gasped, her crimson hair sweeping behind her, as she was seized by Miss Maurine's, the arithmetic teacher's, tentacle. It rammed beneath Leonora's skirt, and my friend let out a moan of pure delight as she was fucked.
"Yes, yes, yes," Tabitha gasped, her freckled face twisting in delight.
My small, naked breasts heaved. My pigtails trailed before me as I backpedaled, Peony's tentacle writhing and undulating through the air towards me. I acted with instinct, knocking her tentacle away with my own, deflecting it into a desk.
Peony cocked her head. "Don't you want to connect with me, Henrietta?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Etta," gasped Tabitha, her fingers clenching on her desk, her ass humping back into Tansy's thrusting tentacle. The brunette moved behind my friend, lifting her skirt up to stroke Tabitha's rear directly. "Connect with her."
Don't,
Merita shouted in my mind. My alien lover trembled in my thoughts.
The women are all connected serially. The nanites are infecting them and turning them into processing units. This is what I was afraid of.
I didn't understand what any of that meant. Merita's civilization was so far beyond 1890s England's technology But I heard the urgency in her voice as every girl in the classroom was seized by the tentacles, connecting, being fucked, gasping and moaning.
I wrapped my purple tentacles around Peony's appendage. I shuddered, the metal warm as it slid through my appendage's grip. My tentacles were sexual organs, as sensitive as my nipples. Pleasure coursed through my body, flooding down the appendages and into my pussy.
I moaned.
"Just connect with me, Henrietta," Peony said in her sweet voice, her fingers squeezing at her small breasts through her white blouse.
"Connect," the other women linked together said in unison.
"Oh, Lord almighty, yes," Nurse Paige moaned, lying on her back on her desk, her breasts, popped out of her corset by my tentacles, jiggling. They were large, delicious.
Focus,
hissed Merita.
I blinked, nodding my head. I strained against Peony's tentacle. It slid through the grip of my tentacles, trying to get to my pussy. Peony let out a soft sigh, pinching nipples through blouse and her camisole, twisting her nubs. My own nipples ached.
...connect...
a feminine, mechanical voice whispered in my thoughts. It wasn't from Merita, and it wasn't from Peony. I could read minds, especially those I was close to. I caught bits of Tabitha's mind screaming her passion as the tentacle fucking her cunt brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. But this voice was strange. And it came from Peony.
It's the nanites,
Merita supplied.
...connect...
...must connect...
...need more processing power...
...must find the voice...
They're searching for the ship's computer,
Merita gasped.
We need to get to my ship. You have to escape.
"How?" I blurted out loud. I wrenched the tentacle from me, tossing it to the side while shuddering, pleasure racing up to my pussy.
Peony stumbled and caught herself on the desk. I darted away from her, racing towards the wall opposite the room's entrance. The only door into the room was crowded with the linked women. This was as far away as I could get. I pressed up against the large window that overlooked onto the ground, twilight falling, the window cold on my naked skin. It was the last class of the day, and in an hour or so, darkness would fall. Already, fog gathered on the distant moor.
Peony's tentacle darted at me again. I seized it with two of mine and twisted it up. The metal appendage slid across my stomach and reached my small breasts. It contracted about my mound, pulling it tight, the bulbous end nudging my nipple, sending more delicious pleasure through me.
"Connection is so wonderful," Peony murmured.
"Wonderful," the other women said in unison, their voices excited.
Gasps and moans echoed through the room. All the other girls were writhing on their desks, tentacles reaming beneath their skirt. Tabitha had her blouse opened, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her camisole, her nipples fat and hard. They all moaned and shuddered, the room smelling of hot cunny.
My pussy clenched about my four tentacles thrusting from the depths of my sex. My clitoris ached. The stroke of the metallic tentacle on my nipple sent pleasure through me. Peony stepped up to me. Her hands reached out, stroking my sides, moving in, her lips so wet.
"Connect with me," Peony moaned.
I had to find a way out. My back squeaked against the window pane as Peony leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue pressed into my mouth as the tentacle struggled in my appendages' grip. It wanted to enter my pussy. She teased me, stroking my sides with her deft fingers, her lips so wet. I wanted to feel her tentacle fucking me. It was so wonderful. So delicious.
She tasted so sweet. Smelled so amazing. Juices trickled down my thighs and tentacles. One of her hands slid across my hip, tracing down to my pubic mound. She touched my golden curls, stroking through them, and then found my clitoris.
...connect...
I jumped. Despite the wonderful pleasure Peony's delicate finger stirred on my clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles, I couldn't surrender. The alien voice whispering through her mind, controlling her, wanted to enslave me, too. To hook me into the serial processing.
