Surprise Milking

Sexual Investigations Book I, Chapter 2

Donna dreamed.

Renata was there, of course, in a sharp police uniform, dressed to the nines, every inch covered but her face. Donna knew it was a dream but she didn't mind one bit. Her first clue was the fact that Renata was smiling. She hadn't yet smiled at Donna in reality. The next was when she took her blue jacket off. Her uniform tie came next, snaking around her slender pale neck. Then her shirt, unwrapped from over a massive chest. One last item remained, a lacy red bra that was clearly under no small strain. Renata simply touched the small shining clasp linking the two round cups together and they sprang apart, her breasts bursting forth as if they had yearned for thousands of years to be free.

The next instant Donna was naked, too. She couldn't recall if she'd been clothed at all. A second instant passed and Renata was mounting her, guiding Donna's hard girlcock into a sweet sex. It was warm and wet and tight, and squeezed her as Renata bounced, her thighs slapping at Donna's hips. Her breasts heaved as the German woman moved, moaning and swaying through her sensual rhythm.

Something wet and warm splashed Donna's face. The feeling jarred her from the dream, but only half way, sending her to that strange place between waking and slumber, where it was so hard to tell what was real and what was dream the mind seemed to simply give up and accept both. Renata stayed with her for but a moment, and Donna could swear she felt the blonde's cunt squeezing her cock for real. It certainly seemed to think so, burning with heat as she felt a thick rope of cum burst its way up her shaft. The second splash at her chin brought her into reality. She woke in full with a pleasured gasp. A third strand painted her left breast, sticky and warm, cooling her sweating skin. She panted as a last few pulses spurted out of her cock.

She laid there for a few minutes. One hand touched her cock and it pulsed twice, trying to push a last rope of spend forth. It drooled lazily onto her stomach, crawling across her skin a short way to pool in her belly button. Donna sighed and laid an arm over her warm forehead.

"Time?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"Half past four, Donna," the deep male voice of her apartment computer said, in the same low whisper but quite clear to Donna.

"Ugh, this has got to stop." One hand stayed on her girlcock, a single finger drawing sensually up and down the spent shaft. There was a pulse and Donna felt warm seed pushing slowly within, as if in slow motion. There was a slight pleasant burn at the tip as it burst forth and dripped, the last of her Renata-Dream inspired orgasm. She sighed and wiped at the seed on her face, sucking it off her fingers idly while she thought about the dream. She had no idea what Renata was like in bed, hadn't even seen her naked, yet the whole thing felt stupidly real, especially that torturous half-waking/half-dream part at the end, right as she started cumming.

Donna savored the sweet taste of her own cum, sucked from her fingers. This whole thing was Renata's fault. She strutted around in that tight uniform all day with her tits on display. Well, not exactly display, there was at least four layers between those malleable soft orbs and the outer world, but those layers did hardly anything to conceal wonderful full shapes. Donna was practically forced to stare at the woman while they were on patrol. Renata herself had maintained her distant nature, speaking with a disappointingly professional politeness. But she did at least keep her veiled slights to a minimum. Donna dared to believe she was starting to earn the German woman's respect.

Once, she even thought she'd caught a smile. Donna grit her teeth laying in bed, thinking about that brief and ever-so-slight turn of Renata's lips. That, she thought with a touch of chagrin, she did that on purpose. She's toying with me, that little strumpet. Her cock jumped and twitched, her hand touched the shaft and stroked twice before she knew what she was doing. It seemed to enjoy that assessment of Renata. Donna forced her hand away and sighed.

"Renata, again?" Boxer asked, the tone perfectly conveying a sense of commiseration. Donna was sure the apartment computer shared her torment, in some small way.

"Yeah, Boxer," Donna said with a wan smile. Boxer had probably kept better track of her nocturnal disruptions than she. For a small instant she considered asking the computer exactly how much, in liters, of her seed she'd spilled thanks to Renata's nightly dream visits. She did know this was the eighth time this week.

The lights of D6-L5 shined through small slits in her shaded windows, throwing thin rainbow slices over the pale green walls of her apartment. She could have the windows totally blocked. Boxer could shift the panes easily, either making them completely opaque or throwing up some totally fake but supremely real looking pleasant countryside, or alien planetscape, or whatever she wanted, but Donna preferred the reality of New York. She thought the city was her place and standard windows let in the proper atmosphere.

"I could give you something to sleep. If you want," Boxer said.

Donna thought about Boxer soothing her back to bed with a bit of music, drugs, or some trick of the lights. Perfectly safe, and effective, but there was a risk she'd just dream about Renata again. She decided instead that she'd rise early today, and told the apartment so. It was a special day, after all. Sort of. Worth being up and excited.

Boxer dressed Donna in the wardrobe, a tough orange and black skinsuit. She returned to the bed chamber, where the apartment had folded away her bed and put out exercise equipment. Donna worked through her routine, enjoying the burn in her muscles and managing to go a few minutes without thinking about Renata. Next Boxer whipped up pancakes with butter and syrup, a few sausages and pieces of bacon, and a nice glass of orange juice. Donna had a bottle of strawberry NuSlim and a doughnut for a snack, while watching a few of her favorite news services (AI and amateur human both) for a chance at some leads.

She entered the wardrobe and Boxer stripped her skinsuit and gave her a quick shower. Donna perused the holographic selection screen, thinking on what to wear with bubbling anticipation. Today she was finally back on normal duty instead of boring street patrol, which meant she could dress as a plainclothes detective.

As she scrolled through lists and lists of shirts and skirts and pants and boots, Donna realized she had no clue what Renata's tastes were. Her first instinct was to show as much skin as possible, but Renata seemed far too prim and proper to fall for such a cheap tactic. Donna decided on a full white shirt with lacy blue designs at the cuffs, shoulders, midsection, and around her breasts. She added thick black-purple slacks, short black boots with modest heels, and a thick green belt with jades set in the buckle. Boxer finished the outfit, fields tugging a gray longcoat with gold trim around her shoulders, that fell to the back of her knees.

Donna studied herself in the many mirrors. "Not very flashy, is it, Boxer?"

There was a short pause, giving the impression the machine was forming its opinion. Boxer said, "You look great, Donna. Nice and proper. I'm sure Renata will approve."

Donna continued staring, then nodded. "Yes, I'm sure, too. This is definitely her style."

Boxer had no further comment. Donna considered asking his opinion. With access to all the public information on Renata Deckholdt, he likely could inform, but Donna thought that was too much like cheating. And if Renata learned about such an access she might think Donna was being creepy. She picked up her thin black-band, a comp-access choker, and fixed it around her neck, then set her shock pistol in the special holster Boxer had created within all her longcoat designs and said, "Later, Boxer."

"Have a nice day, Donna," Boxer said. "Good luck with Renata," the machine added, just as the door slid shut. She heard the quiet snick of the locking mechanisms fix into place. Donna made for the apartment auto-lift and punched the button for the garage level. Donna's SquadCar waited in her berth, colored black and blue with fine white linings, and adorned with emergency lights and other systems. The door opened, sliding up and a bit out, at her approach. She fell into the comfortable and warm smooth leather seat.

Rubbing her hands together, she asked, "Betsy, do you know what day it is?" She tried not to sound excited and failed.

The SquadCar said, "Boy do I ever, Donna! No more boring old patrol! We get to cruise, and its time to look smoking hot!"

Donna grinned and touched the center console, activating a display to show the vehicle's present appearance. She watched as the exterior shifted and transformed, growing sleeker and changing to a dark purple color. Thin silver lines traced around the anti-grav unit wells, doors, windows, and formed fancy designs over the hood and trunk. The special equipment, such as the SquadCar's emergency lights and field manipulators were still there but now disguised.

Drawing a satisfied breath, she asked Betsy to take her to the D10 station. Renata had been assigned quarters there, a courtesy for the visiting officer while she looked for a place in the city. Donna had heard from others that Renata wasn't doing that; she seemed intent on staying in the temp apartments. That seemed odd but Donna didn't quite blame her; it was hard finding a good place to stay on the upper levels of New York. The lower levels were nice, too, but they always seemed darker despite plenty of artificial light. Donna was lucky to have an L5 apartment.

As her SquadCar zoomed toward the station landing platforms, Donna checked her chrono, and the SquadCar's clock, satisfying herself she hadn't been late. She was three minutes early, even. That should be good enough for Renata, though she had a feeling the woman wouldn't be happy even if Donna was a full half hour early.

Renata stood near one of the landing areas marked on the metal floor, arms crossed over her massive chest. Donna's eyes widened with shock at the sight. Renata wore a thin dark blue button-up shirt with half the buttons over her chest not fastened. They couldn't be, really, with how hard her breasts were straining, and it left the flesh from her upper chest to the neck bare. Her hair was braided over one shoulder, a long thick strand of wound gold. A shining blue-black skirt ended at her thighs, leaving a short gap of a few inches of bare flesh before thigh high red leather boots seemingly composed of hundreds of belts and straps began. The heels were a lot higher than what Donna would ever wear on an official job, at least four inches. A thick leather black jacket sat open on her shoulders, the trim ending just above her waist.

Donna stared at the woman as the SquadCar performed the landing procedure. "I don't fucking believe it," she whispered to herself. Renata cut quite the hot figure. Donna felt her girlcock throb inside the confines of the white, rather modest, panties she'd put on. She decided that might be a good sign, maybe Renata was actually interested in her, but was a slow player. Donna didn't have much experience with slow people, if it took more than a few words or a hot look to get someone in the sack she didn't have much patience. Perhaps, she thought as she studied Renata's sexy form, that was a mistake.

The SquadCar slowed and came to a stop, the door sliding up and open for Renata. The long legged blonde watched with one finger at her lips, the tip inside her mouth. She touched her collar and gracefully stepped inside. Donna stared at the woman's long, mostly covered legs as she did so. When Renata was settled Donna asked the SquadCar to head out to her first stop, one of her contacts in the lower levels of D10. As they flew among the traffic, her shining purple car gliding effortlessly among the others, Donna stole glances at the blonde woman.

Renata sat stately still, arms crossed under her massive chest. Donna saw the curve of bare flesh as her tits strained against the tight blue shirt with each breath. She noticed a blue bra strap that looked like a thick tube. Donna managed to hold back a smile. Of course Renata, with as huge as her tits were, would have reinforced undergarments. Her eyes lingered on those big luscious curves. They're certainly very deadly weapons, Donna thought, wishing at that moment to smother herself in the titflesh.

Donna said, "You look nice." Renata's eyes rolled and she uttered a quiet sigh. Donna frowned. "What did I say this time? That was a compliment, you know. And I meant it."

The blonde woman drew a breath. Donna's eyes locked on to her heaving bosom and the growing tightness in her shirt. The last fastened button was straining against the blue fabric, the lines of stress visible. Donna thought she heard individual threads groaning. If she gets anymore annoyed she's going to pop the rest of her buttons. Donna wondered at the wisdom of aiming for such a result. Renata said, "Thank you, Lieutenant Riggs, but I rather feel I'm underdressed compared to you."

Donna blinked. It almost sounded like a compliment, albeit grudgingly given. She didn't think the woman had underdressed at all, though, in fact Renata's dress matched what Donna preferred when she was running around talking with her contacts; sexy enough to loosen lips and distract eyes, without much in the way if she needed to (wanted as the case was most often) disrobe.

A thought struck Donna: Renata dressed for me, guessing what I wanted. The idea was intoxicatingly encouraging, so much so she felt another jolt in her girlcock. The willful flesh began to harden insistently against the confines of her panties. Donna squirmed in her seat, and tried to push dirty thoughts about Renata's tits from her mind. She had to make a good impression, and drooling mentally over those massive soft orbs wouldn't help. "You know it could just be I'm overdressed," Donna said, hopefully.

Renata looked at her, arching one eyebrow. Donna dared imagine her eyes had turned soft, they were perhaps as sweet as she'd yet seen. Pursing her lips, Renata said, "Where are we going?"

"Level 2, I think, to start. We'll check in with my contacts around the district." Donna asked Betsy on a specific course, and the shining purple SquadCar merged with a different thick flow of cars to zoom along through District 10. They met many of Donna's contacts in the sex trade, which of course was one of the biggest industries in the city. In any city, really, when most humans had so little to distract themselves, and plenty of gene-fixing that made fantastic things possible. Donna knew many of the brothel owners in D10, a lot of the specialist gene-fixers, and a good number of the usual club and bar sort. If there was any kind of trouble going down, one of them would know.

Donna kept an eye on Renata as they spoke with the contacts. Sometimes the woman would touch her lips, sucking on the tip of her right pointer finger. Then she mussed with her collar. Renata was secretive about these gestures, and tried to hide them, but Donna had noticed fairly soon after the tall German woman had first arrived. Though the little bit messing with the collar of her tight shirt was new, she didn't do that in the standard police uniform. Does she have some kind of finger fetish? Donna thought. That wasn't her thing, but it wasn't the worst thing out there. She could handle it, if it meant plowing her head or girlcock between those massive tits of hers.

Renata was cordial but cold with all her contacts, though she did show a few subtle signs of appreciation when the bolder types commented on her huge breasts; a hint of a smile here, a tiny sparkle in her eyes. Donna was sure the woman loved being looked at. She was just too controlled to let it show. Donna began to suspect that Renata was a total beast in bed, the quiet austere ones usually were. This thought simply reinforced the hardening of her girlcock.

Just as Donna began fearing the day might be a total loss, and she'd have no chance to impress Renata with her detective skills, Sam-14, one of Donna's contacts who managed a specialty brothel on L1, told a story about a missing client. The man hadn't been in for a few weeks. That wasn't odd, people changed moods and fads and favorite lovers all the time, but she thought it was worth a brief investigation. Especially since she had no other leads. One absent client might suggest a kidnapping scheme was afoot. Or maybe someone was smuggling a new dangerous drug in. Donna asked the New York Central Computer, Castle Prime, for details on the man's apartment, and before long they were standing outside the door, in a brightly lit hall with dark blue walls decorated her and there with mosaics of hillside and coastal scenes. Donna touched the door control, signaling a chime.

There was no answer. Donna chimed again, to no answer. She waited about two minutes and chimed again. And still there was no answer. She exchanged a look with Renata, who seemed to show a hint of curiosity, but if so it was drowned in the obvious boredom on her face. She was probably just as dissatisfied with her present task as she had been riding around on patrol with Donna all day.

Donna grit her teeth, she could hear what Renata would say. We're wasting our time. And it seemed a fair judgment, but Donna didn't want to let this go yet. She touched her comp-access choker and said, "Control, request public records access. Any entry and exit to apartment 2103D, D11-L2, 500 128th and 23rd."

The computer sounded an acknowledgment and began working on the various data access rights required and fetching the information. Renata crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. The top button on her shirt was strained again. Donna eyed the small silvery thing, wondering how it had stayed fast all day. Her finger twitched, Donna desperately fought the urge to free Renata's tits to the world.

Her comp-access sounded and Castle Prime said, "Record prepared, Lieutenant Riggs." The central computer's voice was flat and official.

Donna nodded. "List, please." The computer beeped and started spitting out names. There was at least a dozen in the entry list, including the apartment owner and man they were looking for, Nathan Darmeida, but only two in the exit list, not including Nathan. She asked the computer for the average time missing from public view for the others, which was greater than six days. Donna glanced at Renata. "Someone's been home for a while. Quite a lot of someones, too, and our man."

Renata already had her own comp-access out, the computer was in the shape of a silver bracelet on her left arm. She requested a warrant to investigate the premises from department control, backed by their suspicions concerning several absent people. She received a confirmation, allowing the officers to enter by force and examine the apartment, and then she smiled at Donna. She said, "You've good instincts, Lieutenant Riggs."

There was nothing sexual in Renata's smile, yet Donna felt a flutter in her stomach. Despite the lack of trying Renata's sensual lips made quite the smile, and Donna's girlcock strained against her panties. Her cunt felt warm and slick. Later, she told herself, once we've solved this little mystery. Donna accessed her authorization and unlocked the apartment door. She touched the enter control and the dark blue panel slid apart with a quiet whoosh.

The strong smell of sex immediately wafted from within, full of the rich scents of cum and pussy juice, lathered over thoroughly with sweat. She heard moaning, from more than one woman, and a man's hard, urgent grunt. Before her was a small entry space, clattered with shoes and boots and overcoats, some hanging and set neatly, others dropped where they fell.

With Renata at her side, Donna stepped into the small space. A door led off to a second room, the living quarters if the image Donna's comp-access nerve-injected straight into her mind was accurate. The door was open just a crack, through which the moaning of women and quiet liquid sounds of penetration traveled. Donna made a face. This was probably just an orgy that got out of hand. It wasn't uncommon for people to go weeks, months even, without stopping, if they made the proper preparations. Endurance contests were a popular past time. There was a vid-show about such a competition ongoing at the moment. She inched toward the door, fighting the feeling of arousal caused by the sounds, smells, and her lingering imagination of Renata's chest. Not to mention the very near presence of the woman herself.

Donna pushed the door in slowly, revealing a darkened room. Hints of small electronic lights played off the smooth flesh of a group of women. Rounded heavy breasts, curved fat asses, long thick legs, and well shaped stomachs glistened blue and green in the dark. They moaned and writhed, arranged in no particular order or decency on plush sofas and chairs, mere dark blocks with a hint of color in the low light. Donna changed her sight with a thought, willing her eyes to shift to better vision in the dark. The colors of the chairs emerged full, garish green and blue patterns that were so offensive to her she regretted the idea at once. The women were pale or dark skinned, voluptuous and soaked in cum and sweat. The apartment had a white and black tile scheme and plain beige walls. Dirty clothing and dishes were scattered about, and food stains were splattered in many places.

Renata whispered, "Light." A small square on her bracelet lit up, casting a square shape of light into the room and on the face of dazed looking woman with black hair. Her face was covered in sweat and small strands of white cum. She moaned and blinked her eyes. Renata moved the light down over her; she was playing with herself, moaning and rubbing her clit as fingers explored her cunt. Donna stepped around the room with Renata as she shined the light, examining the evidence of the orgy. They checked the women visually and determined none were hurt, but they seemed to be out of it from their experience. Donna expected they'd taken some kind of pleasure enhancing drug. Renata said, "Where's the penetrator? There's cum everywhere but none of these women are multi-form."

Donna nodded, she'd heard the man's grunt too and noticed the cum. She was part aroused, part impressed, with how sharp Renata was, but then she'd demonstrated her observational skills thoroughly during the days they'd been on patrol. Donna checked the floor plan her comp was nerve-injecting into her vision and noted the location of two more rooms, a smaller place marked as the bath and a second room for storage. She stepped carefully around the stains on the floor and the writhing women.

Renata cried out and light flashed across the room as she tumbled to the ground. She grunted and began sliding across the smooth apartment tiling, fumbling to right herself. The light fell on her legs, where several thick fleshy tentacles had grasped and were hauling her with no small effort toward the bath. Donna's eyes went wide at the sight, and despite the danger a thrill of excitement (sexual and otherwise) shot through her. A real, live, tentacle monster! she thought. She hadn't had a case like that in years. Before she could so much as move she felt a pair of strong, rope-like things snap around her own legs and give a yank. The next instant she was pulled onto her ass and gave a grunt, then started sliding alongside Renata.

A man stood in the doorway to the bath, a hulking figure with a large muscles and green-gray skin. Dozens of tentacles had emerged from places on his body, mostly from the back, arms, and legs, all racing toward Renata and Donna. She reached for her shock-pistol, but a thick green-gray shaft slapped against her arm, knocking the weapon away. The man gave a low, pleased growl. "More playthings, excellent." Donna felt more tentacles snake around her legs, arms, and midsection. Some began digging inside her clothing, seeking her sensual places. She felt her shirt tear and rip, and her pants. Twisting as much as she could, she managed to spot her shock-pistol on the floor a few feet away. Donna pushed and shoved with all her might, but could not get her fingers any closer to the weapon.

"No!" Renata cried, her voice full of so much terror Donna was briefly stunned. Struggling in the grip of the many fleshy tentacles, she turned her body and neck, eventually gaining sight of Renata. The tall blonde woman was held in the air, green-gray tubes wrapped around her body. Three were exploring her shirt at the moment, wriggling beneath the fabric. Renata looked down at her chest with the same fear as she'd had in her voice. She moaned, a half pleased, half worried sound. Despite the situation Donna was confused. She'd been fucked by tentacle monsters plenty before, that was just a risk of the job, and if Renata's file was half-way accurate, so had the German woman.

Renata's shirt burst open, revealing a heavy, thick, blue bra covering her enormous tits. Donna felt her struggles slack, as her eyes drank in that long desired sight. She knew she had to keep fighting, it wasn't proper to just stare while her partner was in trouble, but she couldn't deny herself this moment. She had to look. The tentacles continued exploring Renata's body and clothing, tugging and jerking around her bra, until eventually the right strap snapped with a loud twanging noise. Her right breast sprang free, a huge mound of sweet pale flesh with one large milk-soaked nipple. Drops of white liquid seemed to sparkle where they caught the light from Renata's bracelet.

"What an exquisite body. So responsive, so well shaped," the man said, his voice low and gravelly. "I'll enjoy exploring you, every single inch. Sucking that sweet milk from your fat tits." He stood near Renata, staring at her increasingly nude body as tentacles tore off clothing.

Donna chewed her lip, struggling with her own tentacles, she wanted to be the one exploring Renata's body, but there were so many of the thick fleshy green-gray tubes she could barely move. She felt them inside her pants and shirt, ripping and tearing, and tugging at her bra and panties. One had found her girlcock, rubbing against her shaft, returning when it seemed to realize what it had found. It started shifting up and down, pleasuring her hardened fember. Donna gave a moan, feeling her struggles wane. A second tentacle wormed inside her cunt, stirring her insides with a wonderful hardness and making her gasp.

"Unngghh, Get off!" Renata yelled, voice wavering. Donna saw her chest wasn't quite as large as it seemed, all the clothing and her rather thick bra made her seem bigger. She was still massive, though, and as her fleshy orbs sat there for the world to see they leaked a copious amount of milk. It dribbled from her nipples and down her naked body, flowing over her skin and the places where the tentacles held her. Donna saw Renata's smooth shaved cunt, gracefully accepting two of the tentacles at once. The German woman moaned and Donna stared helplessly, enduring her own tentacles. One was exploring her ass, poking between her cheeks. She grit her teeth and prepared for the entry.

Raising his hands, the man-monster grasped Renata's breasts. Each hand claimed its own, still leaving more than enough flesh free to the world. His fingers explored the smooth plump surfaces. Renata gasped as his fingers threatened her nipples. The many tentacles helped, teasing and touching and snaking around Renata's glorious tits. He bent his head, moving his mouth down and toward her left nipple. Renata said, "No. Stop, stop, stop-- Don't--"

His lips touched and he sucked at her milk. Renata threw her head back and gave a long loud cry that could only be given by a woman having a once-in-a-lifetime orgasm. Donna stared with utter fascination as Renata shook, her body shivering. Her breasts seemed to be pulsating and the unsucked nipple was spurting thick strands of milk, showering the tentacled man with her sweet white liquid. Renata panted and gasped and cried anew as he sucked.

It's like she's cumming through her breasts, Donna thought. The man couldn't even swallow all of Renata's milk, the excess leaked from his mouth while her free breast showered him. Donna couldn't imagine how sensitive Renata had to be and she longed to know, to touch her massive tits, to feel Renata shake and shiver at her touch. She felt a powerful heat filling her girlcock as the tentacles wrapped around, pulling and rubbing. Two others explored her cunt as if fighting for the honor of occupying the space. The one in her ass had found its way in, far, she felt it seeking and questing to know her fully. Once her girlcock started spurting, blasting out thick ropes of cum, and her cunt quaked and soaked the tentacles exploring her, Donna didn't care. She managed to keep her eyes open through the pleasure, but only because of her desire to watch Renata writhe and moan in the grasp of the tentacles, as her tits blasted out a milky orgasm.

The man pulled his mouth from Renata's breast and gave a content sigh, allowing milk to flow out of his mouth and drip down his body. Renata's breast seemed practically a firehose, slowly winding down as it began to realize no one was sucking. "Exquisite. To think such a gift has come to me. I am saved further seeking, for the moment." Her breath came in heavy bursts and she moaned, a delightful sound of pure pleasure with just a touch of sensual despair. Renata said, "No-- no-- no more. I-- I can't--" Donna heard the counterpoint in her tone. She wanted more. She wanted the man to suck her tits forever. Donna loved the sound of Renata's voice.

He obliged her, and switched his mouth to the other nipple. Donna came hard as Renata cried out, throwing out ropes of thick cockmilk. She was only mildly assisted by the tentacles twined around her cock and stuck up her cunt and ass, focusing her effort on watching as Renata was sordidly violated by the tentacle monster man. Donna writhed against his many limbed grasp, struggling only in the hopes of causing more pleasure, of perhaps drawing the attention of more of the fleshy green-gray tubes. There were places along her legs and arms, over her stomach and ass, that were not being adequately caressed.

Renata grunted and writhed as she struggle but Donna, in lucid moments between intense orgasms, knew the woman wasn't struggling to be free. Her mind was thoroughly lost in the pleasure of the man's lips on her breasts. Tentacles had found their way into Renata's cunt and ass, but might as well have had no effect compared to the simple touch of a tongue on her nipple. The breast he did not suck spurted and sprayed Renata's sweet milk, making a proper mess of everything. Donna came almost as much as the German woman. She felt she could only cum harder if it had been she who was the one violating Renata.

Donna struggled with the tentacles, grasping them in her hands and forcing her muscles as hard as she could. The effort barely moved her, and her shock-pistol was ten feet away. And she wasn't sure she wanted to escape, either, with Renata's gorgeous breasts on display. She said, "Let-- let me... Please let me... let me have her... suck..."

The words drew the man's dark eyes, and he popped his lips off Renata's tits. He cast a sinister grin in Donna's direction, then he looked at Renata. "What would you have, my sweet one? Shall I let your friend here suckle you as well? What do you think?" Renata moaned, her eyes were closed and fluttering. Her tits pulsed, the massive orbs throbbed, as milk drained, wasted, from her nipples. "I'll take that as a yes." The man gave a growling chuckle.

Donna thought he would ignore her and cried out. "Please!" The tentacles began shifting, however, drawing her into the air and near to Renata. Her head grew close to those amazing mammaries. She leaned out, struggling against the cloying thick tentacles wrapping around her body. The man sucked at Renata's breast, leaving one spare for her. The nipple was there, a foot from her mouth, growing closer. She lustily eyed the leaky thing, spurting milk uncontrollably. Donna licked her lips and opened her mouth, closing it as the nipple neared and grasping Renata in her mouth.

A flood of milk burst into her throat. Donna had swallowed some heavy loads of cum, but had never experienced such a gush. Her mouth was full in an instant. She gulped down what she could, swallowing fiercely to take Renata's sweet fluid, but much spilled from her lips, splattering onto Renata's fat tits and smooth skin. The woman moaned as she was sucked double, her body shaking so hard Donna felt the spasms through contact of her mouth around Renata's nipple.

Another orgasm came over Donna and her girlcock blasted out fat thick ropes of her seed. Her hips thrashed madly against the restraining tentacles. Even as they caressed her girlcock she wanted to fuck Renata, to bury herself in the woman's cunt. It was like her cock smelled Renata's sweet wet hole. But the tentacles kept their sexes apart. And so she spent her seed all over Renata's stomach and thighs, even as she felt her cunt quiver and shake. The tentacles wrapped around her and squeezed, flowing sensually against her flesh. She felt them burst in her cunt, the hard heads filling her full of spunk. It bloated her cunt and warmed her body, spurting free once she was full. More filled her ass, a solid pulsing she felt flow up and into her body and burst out as a blossom of heat deep inside her. Renata jerked in the monster's grasp, her body heaving as her tits came again and again, ejecting a constant stream of milk. Donna left one orgasm and went straight into another, all the while her body shaking with the intensity.

Minutes or hours went by, Donna couldn't say which. But at some point Renata was finally spent. Her massive breasts seemed sated, or maybe just empty, a bare trickle of white emerged from them, no matter how hard Donna sucked. That end brought a sobering sadness on Donna, and in that moment of lucidity she saw the tentacle monster hadn't completely disarmed Renata. Her breasts and the flow of her milk had so drawn his attention that he hadn't even completely stripped her. A small set of belts composing her shock-pistol holster were hanging around her left arm, dangling between the tentacles holding her up, weapon still safe in the synth-leather. With her face attached to Renata's breast, Donna was more than close enough.

Feigning relaxation, Donna put a surge of strength into her arm. Her hand shout out, fingers grasping the shock-pistol grip. She turned the weapon and aimed, knowing where the tentacle gene-fixed man was standing. Short sharp sounds of energy bolts matched the blasts of bright blue-white light in the darkness of the room. Donna felt all the tentacles go slack around her, and she collapsed on the floor in a pile of tentacles, Renata, cum, and milk. Donna climbed free to check on the man. His eyes were closed, he was laying on his back, dozens of tentacles snaking away from his body, mindlessly animated by unconscious desire.

Donna knelt near Renata. The blonde seemed asleep, her breathing slow and gentle. Donna saw her breasts were shaking, the nipples hard, still putting out a trickle. Donna's hand moved before she could stop herself, squeezing the bare titflesh in her grip. Renata moaned, her body shook, and the nipple splurted milk. She did not wake. Donna said, "Renata? Renata?" She gave a light slap, but the woman remained unconscious.

Donna sighed and stood, feeling the weakness in her knees after the passing of dozens of orgasms. She chewed her lip and reached behind, grasping the tentacle in her ass. It was so deep it hadn't slid out on its own. She drew it out slowly, and it came loose with a fat load of spunk, splattering on her thighs and the floor. Donna shuddered with an aftershock of pleasure, smiled wistfully, and said, "Well, that was fun." A small part of her was vaguely disappointed, and desired further play with the tentacle monster, wishing she hadn't ended things so soon. But while tentacle monster gene-fixes made their subjects wonderfully sexually aggressive, they sometimes forgot to feed their victims. For that reason and other genetic and social dangers, they weren't legal mods.

With everything under control, Donna called for backup.