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Vice’s shot missed. Amy’s eyes were wide with fear as the crackling bolt of energy blasted past her head and hurtled impotently into the sky, and she would have screamed had not her mouth been plugged by one of the lake creature’s tentacles.
Vice swore, and primed another shot, as the tentacled monster continued to wave Amy around in the air while violating her holes with its appendages.
Vice realised he had seen this creature before. He had seen something moving on the surface of the lake when he had first returned from the caves with the girls, after the storm. But he had been too preoccupied by the results of the Galliard testing to turn his mind to it, and he had forgotten it in the events that came after.
Now he was paying for his distraction – and so was Amy.
Amy’s eyes had rolled right back in her head, and her body was convulsing. With fear? Trauma? Or was she orgasming from the thick, slimy tentacles penetrating her cunt and anus? Vice had no way of knowing.
He fired the blaster again.
This time he scored a direct hit on one of the thicker tentacles – the one wrapped around Amy’s waist. His blaster bolt struck it near where it emerged from the water, and he was satisfied to see it leave a scorched, raw crater on the beast’s flesh.
His satisfaction turned to horror as the lake monster responded. The tentacle he had hit flailed wildly. The tentacles in Amy’s mouth and holes were pulled out of her, briefly, and then Amy was swung violently through the air, screaming, before her scream was cut off as the tentacle smashed her powerfully into the surface of the lake.
Vice was aghast. How deep was the lake where Amy had gone in? At the speed she had been moving, she might have been dashed against the bottom of the lake. If she had hit a hard or sharp rock, or…
But a moment later the tentacle dredged her up again. She was wet and bedraggled, her red hair limp against her skin and disarrayed appealingly across her face, but she appeared to be intact.
Vice didn’t know what to do. He could shoot the monster again – but there was obviously a real likelihood that it would kill Amy in response. And he couldn’t think of any other options.
The sound of his gun had attracted the other girls, and Telea, Cunt and Victoria were now running down the beach towards him. He waved them back, keen to not give the lake monster any other targets.
“Amy!” screamed Telea. “Don’t worry! Our master will help you!”
Vice appreciated the vote of confidence, but he would have appreciated an idea as to how he was supposed to do that.
For lack of anything better course of action, he levelled the gun again.
Suddenly the tentacles stopped moving – and Amy spoke.
Not in her normal voice – but in a horrible croaking manner, as if each word were being physically forced out of her.
“NOT FIGHT,” she said. “HARVEST. THEN YOU MATE SAFE.”
Vice was stunned.
Amy’s eyes suddenly started to flick back and forth in an alarmed manner, and then she spoke – in her normal voice.
“Sir!” she screamed. “It’s in my head. I can… hear it. It doesn’t want to kill me. It just wants something from me.” She moaned. “Sir… I’m scared.”
Her eyes rolled back again and in the other voice she said, “ONLY HARVEST.”
Vice was at a loss. The lake creature was sentient? And it seemed clear that it didn’t want to kill Amy – but that didn’t necessarily imply it wouldn’t harm her in some permanent way. And what did it know of human physiology anyway? How would it know what was safe?
Harvest. What did it want to harvest?
“Amy!” he called. “What does it want from you? Can you tell?” He kept his gun levelled as he spoke, as the creature seemed to recognise the threat the weapon presented. He had to believe it was that threat which had prompted it to try and communicate.
“Something… something inside me,” said Amy. “It thinks it put something inside me to grow, and now it wants to… harvest it. But I don’t understand, sir! We’ve never seen it before…”
Something inside her. Something which had been growing. How could it have put something inside Amy?
The answer, now that he put it in those terms, was obvious.
The bacteria in the lake, that made it glow. The bacteria that the girls had been drinking every day, that made them horny and controllable. When Rospar had analysed it, he had said the bacteria was attempting to get the girls “fertilised” with semen. And Vice had ejaculated into each of the girls over their time by the lake – many times over.
Before Vice had set out for the Galliard camp the bacteria had changed – their glow had shifted from a bright purple to an ominous red. A shift in their natural cycle. A new season.
A season of harvest.
Vice should have investigated more deeply. He should have done more research. He should have put the educated brains of Telea and Cunt to work on the subject. He had been a fool.
“What do you need from her?” he yelled at the lake creature. “What do you need to harvest?”
The alien words replied from Amy’s unwilling throat.
“FLUIDS ONLY,” it said. “GENETIC MATERIAL. SAP.”
That could be very bad or very good. Some of Amy’s “fluids” were fairly essential to her survival.
“What fluids?” he asked.
But it was Amy who replied. And she blushed as she did.
“It means… I think mostly my pussy juices, sir. My saliva. I can… see what it wants. It’s not going to kill me. But it needs to – well, to rape me to get them. I’m scared, sir.”
Vice thought quickly. Amy had done nothing to deserve being raped by a lake monster, and Vice was serious about protecting his girls. The only one who had a right to abuse them was Vice himself.
But he also didn’t see how he could free Amy without risking her death. And she was correct that a rape wouldn’t kill her.
“Amy,” he called out. “I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?”
She made a strangled sound, and nodded.
“I may not get you down from there just yet,” he shouted, “but you’re going to be safe, and I’m going to do what’s best for all of us, to get us all home. Do you understand?”
She whimpered – but she said, “Yes, sir.”
“You’re a good girl, Amy,” he said.
He turned to the other girls and said, “What about you? Are you prepared to make a sacrifice if it keeps us all safe? I don’t have time to discuss this in detail – yes or no.”
“Yes,” said Telea immediately, although she looked scared.
“Of course, master,” said Cunt, because of course her new personality gave her no other option.
Victoria looked around wildly for some alternative, but of course there was none. She didn’t quite understand what Vice was asking of her, but she understood that saying “yes” meant they were more likely to go home successfully, and saying “no” meant the opposite.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Vice nodded. Then he squared his shoulders, looked back towards the tentacles, and said, “I’m talking to the being in the lake. I want to make a deal. Do you understand what a deal is?”
It spoke through Amy.
“DEAL. EXCHANGE. BENEFIT FOR BOTH.”
“That’s right,” said Vice. “You want to harvest from all of the girls on the beach, don’t you?”
“YES,” said the beast. “HARVEST ALL FEMALES. ALL ARE FERTILIZED.”
“You won’t get them without my permission,” said Vice. “They won’t come near the water. But they will if I tell them to.”
Victoria whimpered with sudden understanding and fear. Telea grabbed her arm to stop her from running.
“YOU WILL MAKE THEM ENTER THE WATER,” said the beast.
“Only if I get something in return,” said Vice. “Something I want.”
“EXPLAIN,” said the beast.
“Some time in the next few days there are enemies coming,” said Vice. “People like us, but larger and with fur. In return for the harvest, you will help us disable them.”
“FERTILIZED FEMALES?” asked the beast.
“No, they are males,” said Vice. “I will try to lure them near the water, and when you can reach them you will disable them. Crush them, drown them, throw them far away – I don’t care. You will do that for me, and in return you can harvest my females.”
There was a long silence from the beast. Amy seemed to come to herself again, and looked pleadingly at Vice. She knew her life and fate was in his hands.
Then the beast spoke through her again.
“AGREED,” it said. “DESTROY THE FURRY MALES. HARVEST THE FEMALES.”
“Agreed,” said Vice. “Victoria, walk into the lake.”
“Please, no,” whispered Victoria.
He just looked at her. He didn’t need to tell her what to do. She was alone and naked on an alien world. She depended on Vice to feed her, to keep her warm, and to protect her. He was her only way home and the only person on this planet who cared whether she lived or died.
She knew what was necessary.
With tears in her eyes, she walked into the lake – and within moments a tentacle had wrapped around her and lifted her speedily into the air.
Vice began to strip off his own clothes.
“You can have them two at a time,” he told the beast. “If you hold them near each other, so they can hold hands, it will increase their comfort and decrease their fear.”
He looked down at Telea and Cunt, and pointed at his dick and his ass. The girls took his intention immediately. They dropped to their knees. Telea took his cock into her mouth, and Cunt began to obediently lick his anus.
He watched as the tentacles moved Victoria and Amy towards each other, until they were practically pressed together. He was struck by the impression of a childish giant playing with dolls, making them kiss – and indeed, when they were close enough Victoria and Amy took each other’s hands, and Amy pressed her face into Victoria’s shoulder, seeking comfort.
Then the other tentacles took their places, pulling the girls’ legs apart, wiggling into their cunts and anuses. Writhing tentacles encircled and squeezed their tits, and eventually more tentacles pushed into their open mouths. And then the beast began to properly rape both girls.
Vice gripped a double handful of Telea’s hair and forced her face back and forth on his stiff cock as he watched the monster violate his girls. They looked surprisingly pretty, soaked with lakewater, simultaneously terrified and horny, the long thick tentacles pushing in and out of their fuckhole and ass, pulsating as they did.
He would have stopped it if he could have, but Amy’s rape was inevitable and Victoria’s was in all of their interests. And to be honest, rape was educational for the girls. With each fresh violation the women received, they became more submissive, more obedient, and more reliant upon Vice. The Victoria who had walked willingly into the water to have her ass and twat violently fucked by tentacles was a far cry from the bitch who had first crash-landed on Persephone Nine. Rape was making them into better people.
He looked down at Telea. This submissive selfless whore who worshipped him, who was eagerly sucking his cock so that he could get off from watching girls being tentacle raped, was unquestionably a better woman than the nervous repressed lesbian who had served as his navigator. And she was happier like this too.
He wondered how many women in the galaxy could be improved by a spell on Persephone Nine. How many women had a better, happier version of themselves waiting inside, waiting to be unlocked by being slapped, raped, drugged, kept naked, made to fuck monsters, and forced to rely on the mercy of a man?
Maybe the Galliard had found the edge of something true, after all. Although Vice had no intention of dehumanising his beautiful harem to the point of keeping them as interchangeable farm animals.
Both Amy and Victoria orgasmed from tentacle rape. Several times, in fact. At some point their minds just switched off, and their bodies began to hump against the tentacles as best as they could. They couldn’t moan with their mouths stuffed full of tentacle, but he could watch them shudder and shake as they came.
When the lake beast was done with them, it deposited them gently on the shore. Vice went to check on them, and pull them away from the water, and when he was certain they had received no permanent harm, he ordered Telea and Cunt into the water.
Victoria and Amy were only semi-conscious, and in no state to suck his cock, but he found a large crate to drape Victoria over so that he could fuck her pussy from behind while he watched Telea and Cunt being violated.
And for the first time he began to feel that they might have a chance of holding off the Galliard. It wasn’t a complete solution – he couldn’t honestly believe that they would be so lucky as to have the Galliard approach exclusively along the waterfront – but it was something.
It was a beginning.
And as he ejaculated into Victoria’s semi-conscious body, he began to think about where the rest of the solution might come from.
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