Archive of Our Own

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Moira couldn't help but shiver and buck back and forth inside of this pod. The things that the ooze-like tentacles (or tentacle-like oozes) were doing to her were impossible to ignore. The constant teasing and stroking all over her body, the endless stimulation was something completely unlike anything that she had ever encountered before.



And there weren't even any orgasms to go with it. Moira could feel herself getting endlessly built up and up but there was never any cresting that peak to go with it. She hadn't thought that it was possible to be this aroused for this long without orgasming. Or for arousal to feel so bad.



Moira would give quite a bit to cum right now. She wasn't sure exactly how far she might let herself get pushed if it meant getting to cum but she was awfully worried that there were no real limits on what she might do if it meant an orgasm at the end. That was a dangerous way to be thinking, she knew.



But with this heat burning inside of her, this constant heat and the unending need as the tentacles worked at her, it wasn't a way of thought that she could break. She could only moan in the darkness around the tentacle filling her mouth and buck her hips back and forth as much as she could and try, try so very hard to get enough stimulation to go over the edge and make herself cum.



The goo inside of the pod had solidified, more or less, into sticky tendrils that were just mercilessly exploiting her body. The constant stimulation and teasing, the constant fucking. It wasn't all, or even mostly, gentle featherstrokes, it was hard, rough pounding at times that was utterly unlike anything that Moira had ever gone through on Earth and was leaving her completely unprepared for what it was like.



In and out, in and out, all three of her holes could get stretched out by these shafts and thoroughly pounded, good and hard. And it was just as arousing to Moira as anything else and just as frustrating when it would stop and leave her feeling empty and needy, helpless and just having to have something more done to her.



Moira couldn't figure out the point to all of this, what the aliens were possibly hoping to gain from treating her in this way. And not just because her thoughts were constantly getting distracted and torn apart by the stimulations flooding her system. Those did make it hard to think in a straight line and put two thoughts after the other but even still, there just didn't seem to be an advantage here.



Whatever the meaning behind all of this, Moira was feeling very, very worked up and aroused indeed right now. Full of… various sensations that she didn't want to describe and of a longing that she couldn't satisfy. It wasn't good, though she had to admit it was far better than what she would have felt if she had been treated the same way X-COM had treated the aliens they had captured.



Then there was a bright flash of light and-



Moira winced as all of a sudden, she was back in the classroom, the walls fading into view around her as she looked around. The other two women were here as well, looking- well, if Moira looked that way as well, she must be looking far, far lewder than she would have guessed. The way that their faces were flushed and how they were holding their bodies, it was clear even to Moira's inexpert eye that they were consumed with lust, that they had been feeling the same things she had been feeling, caught up in their own pods for… however long it had been since they had last been here.



And with their slutty schoolgirl uniforms, of course. Moira really hadn't expected anything different and she wasn't surprised at all to see them wearing the same skimpy, lewd outfits they had before. She was wearing one as well, of course.

And all of that didn't distract that much from the heat and the need that was burning inside of her. The same struggles were consuming the other two women, clearly, as they all avoided meeting each other's eyes as they tried to keep their hands at their sides instead of toying with themselves.



Would touching herself in here even work? This wasn't her actual body and even though her sense of touch in every respect felt pretty realistic, maybe it would…



It was not worth thinking about because there wasn't the slightest chance of getting the kind of privacy Moira would need before she might even dream about masturbating. Best to just let the entire idea rest. And regret that she had ever ended up in a state where such an idea might appeal to her.



Something similar seemed to be running through the heads of the other two women as they all seemed to find the walls of the room very, very interesting indeed.



Then there was a purple flicker in the corner of her eye and Moira turned to see something very new. It was a helmeted and robed figure, floating just above the floor at the head of the classroom. Withered hands clutched its shoulders and two more hands moved in gentle gestures in front of it. The ornate robes were mostly purple with some gold and the heavy-looking helmet was mostly white with some purple elements to it.



Moira had never seen this alien species before and part of her was intensely fascinated by it. A larger part of her was worried, since this was not her lab and she did not have any of her tools or safeguards at hand.



{{SR-1. SR-2. VM-1. You will take your seats}}



The voice felt strange inside of Moira's head and she winced as she felt the words… not even the words but the intent simply forming there without any warning. She shook her head back and forth and rubbed her temples but also found herself sitting down, just as Santos and Sakomoto were doing. She hadn't even decided to go along with it, she had just done it.



"What?" Sakomoto asked in a thick voice, shaking her head. "What's going on?"



{{You will address me as teacher}} The… voice, if that was what it was, said again, making Moira wince as she felt the concepts instantly appearing in her mind. And was that purple flashing around the alien's mask? {{You will introduce yourselves to me as well as your most valuable asset}}

"My designator is VM-1," Moira said, her eyes crossing as she heard what she was saying. It seemed to be by her own free will but she couldn't affect the word choice at all! "My most valuable asset is my ability to wrangle several different people representing different scientific specialties into one organization that consistently produces results at the bleeding edge of Terran science."



"My designator is SR-1," Santos said, the expression on her face showing that she was undergoing the same struggles that Moira had and was just as unable to break free of them. "My most valuable asset is my understanding of how the human mind can be altered with the right drugs or other stimuli."

"My designator is SR-2," Sakomoto said, her face twitching wildly. "My most valuable asset is," she swallowed and her face twitched again and again. "It is…" there was certainly a flash of purple light from the alien now, "developing NC interfaces for the JSDF!"

She slumped forward, her face hitting the desk as she panted loudly. Her entire body was quivering and with her face turned towards Moira, she could see the strained look on the Japanese woman's face, the wide eyes and the sweat standing out on her skin.



Moira could think of several things that might be called a NC interface but for something the military would be interested in… a neurological-computer interface? Hadn't Japan made a big deal about how they had banned any research into military cybernetics? No wonder Sakomoto had been made up a story about high-stress metals earlier. And why she had resisted so hard now.



Moira reached over and patted Sakomoto on the shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. It still took a pretty long time before she lifted her face up again, though, and the expression there made Moira shiver.



{{You will address me as Enlightener}} Enlightener communicated. And all of a sudden, it was impossible for Moira to think of any other name for Enlightener. Even descriptors like 'alien' seemed incorrect and ill-fitting.



Had there always been a lack of panties to go with this slutty schoolgirl uniform? Moira couldn't say for sure. There was certainly nothing down there now and with how short this skirt was, if she didn't keep her legs pressed together like they were glued together, she would be showing off absolutely everything. Even in a virtual world, even to two other women who were in the same situation as her, that seemed like a bad idea to Moira.



She tried not to glance at the other two women with her and when that failed, she was at least reassured that she couldn't see anything from her position. And that would mean that they couldn't see anything from where they were, either.



Enlightener had to be able to see absolutely everything from where he was, though. And the thought that aliens wouldn't be interested in human sexual displays rang hollow compared to everything that was going on right now.



{{The following is of benefit for you to understand}} Enlightener directed at them. {{You will fully grasp the concepts needed}}

Then there was- something. Moira couldn't really describe what it was like as it appeared in her thoughts. There was just so much of it, all of it arriving so quickly. All she could really do was just allow it to happen, let herself get filled up with these thoughts as they fixed themselves in her mind.



There might be something about loyalty in there? Or warmth? Moira simply couldn't say for certain. It was all just so much inside of her mind that she struggled to do more than nibble at the edges as she attempted to make sense of it all.



{{Repetition will ensure primacy}} Enlightener broadcasted. {{Again}}

And then the thoughts fixed themselves even more firmly inside of Moira's mind. She groaned and leaned forward until her head was practically pressed against the desk. It wasn't exactly painful to have these concepts or thoughts or whatever they were installed inside of her brain but it certainly wasn't pleasant, either. She could see Santos and Sakomoto suffering the same way as well.



There were several more rounds of this and Moira could feel her head threatening to burst. It was just feeling so full right now, these alien thoughts entering her mind and making it all but impossible to- to- how had she been intending to finish that thought? Moira couldn't say for certain and she shivered, swallowing hard at that.



At any rate, it seemed that this was over as Enlightener paused in the… implantation of knowledge. If that had really been what it had been doing instead of something else. Moira simply couldn't say for certain and she shivered, swallowing hard as she tried to adjust to this sensation.



Moira was slumped back in her desk, her legs spread apart in a very lewd fashion and her face turned towards the ceiling. She was taking several deep breaths, all too aware of how leaning back like this made her breasts rise and fall constantly. She shivered as she panted for breath, trying to get herself under control.



The thoughts or ideas or whatever it was inside of her head were still feeling very strange but now that she had a moment or two to get herself together, Moira could start to approach them and pick at their edges for a bit of understanding. It was still very difficult to do so and she couldn't remember the last time she had been so challenged. Maybe back in college, when there had been known answers to the problems she was facing and she just had to think in the proper way to uncover them. Then again, maybe not.



At any rate, now that she could properly consider what had been pushed into her head, it seemed like ideas over how she should listen to Enlightener. And do what he wanted. And serve him in all respects. And all others like him. And not just his species but any aliens deserved the utmost respect and obedience from her.



Moira could tell that these thoughts hadn't entered her mind naturally, of course. But it still felt so right to have them inside of her thoughts, resting there and letting her know of the importance of carrying out the values that had been given to her. She moaned and rubbed her forehead, trying to get her thoughts into order and worried about what kind of order that might end up being in.



{{After this session, you will be taken to prepare yourselves for fitting}} Enlightener said. Or thought or communicated or however, exactly, it worked. {{You will obey the orders from any of our servants as if they came from us}}


Moira wanted to ask more questions about that or at least spend some more time thinking about it. But the way that the knowledge fitted into her head meant that she couldn't. It just rested inside of her mind, firm and fixed and something that she couldn't really think about. There was only the intense desire to obey, to do as she was told to the full measure of her capabilities. It was very strange to feel that kind of thought filling her mind but there was nothing that Moira could do about it. She could only follow her orders and- And there was nothing else. If she followed her orders, that was it.



That thought sent a shiver down her spine but she couldn't resist it and couldn't really work around it. It was just there, looming in her thoughts. A quick glance at the faces of the other women with her showed that they were struggling with it in the same way, their features twitching as they tried to cope with all of this.



Then there was a kind of bright flash that only seemed to exist inside of her mind and Moira was back inside of the pod, feeling the tentacles penetrating every hole in her body and the ooze pressed against the rest of her.



She made a squeaking sound and weakly stirred, for all the good that did. Then she had to get comfortable and used to the situation that she was in because that wasn't changing. She could only feel the tentacles constantly pumping in and out of her holes, stretching her out in a way that she had never felt before on Earth.



Were the other two getting treated like this? Moira had no reason to think that they weren't be. And she blushed, unseen even by herself, as she realized that the image of their beautiful bodies (that she had never seen naked but could very easily picture completely nude) getting groped and stroked and most of all, filled up and fucked by these tentacles was a real turn-on for her. Something that she found to be very aroused and made her shiver even more as she felt herself getting wet.



Wetter, at least. It was hard to tell how much of the arousal that Moira was feeling right now was from what she was picturing of Santos and Sakomoto and how much of it was being done to her. What really mattered, she supposed, was that she was still feeling very good from all of this and enjoying the pleasure more and more as it built up and up inside of her.



The way that it burned inside of her, the need that she could feel as she felt the tentacles constantly thrusting in and out of her as her breasts and thighs and butt were massaged and stroked, it was all so very intense and made her whimper around the tentacle fucking her face as she felt herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. She was shocked at how strong this need was, how intently she was feeling all of this and how she simply had to let it continue, to let herself get taken over the edge and cum from it.



At least she was allowed to do so. The feeling of the orgasm as it burned inside of her was just intense, something that felt so good and helped Moira feel much more at ease and at peace with everything that was going on with her right now. Even though she knew that she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was, the calming bliss of an orgasm just helped her feel fine and content and like everything was right with the world.



She sagged as much as she could in the pod, even as the tentacles kept on fucking her and stirring her up. The way that they moved inside of her was so very different when compared to fingers or a dick or anything and she could really appreciate the special way that they pressed against her insides in ways that she never would have guessed possible. And certainly never would have tried to do on her own, because that would just be too lewd and perverted to even dream of attempting such a thing.



Moira was aware that her most recent thoughts didn't seem to fit together that well but she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do about any of that. She certainly wasn't being given a chance to think things through.



Moira's stiff nipples were getting something done to them, though she couldn't really say if they were being sucked on or pinched or what exactly it might be that was happening to them. It just was and she was squirming around quite a bit as it happened. There was nothing else that she could really do about it, just continue to feel herself getting touched and toyed with.



Something similar was happening all over her body as the ooze touched her in ways that no hand or mouth could ever replicate. It was strange and it was good and Moira could feel herself getting built up more and more as she kept on having this done to her. The feeling of the orgasm rising inside of her again was something that she was guiltily aware of and knew that she would find herself enjoying it a lot.



She could feel the wetness inside of her, the way that her pussy was clenching down around the tentacle moving in and out of her. It was much more solid than the ooze surrounding her and made her feel so good. And the same went for her mouth and her ass, though to a less strong extent. And it was just so pleasant. Moira couldn't believe how good she was feeling and this next orgasm was going to be even better than the last, she could tell.



And she was almost there. Just a few more seconds and-



Moira's eyes widened and she made a muffled sound of protest as she felt the tentacles pulling out of her holes and not sliding back inside. She squirmed around a bit but couldn't really get free or get them back inside of her.



Then the ooze itself was sliding away from her and there was a blindingly bright light. Moira covered her eyes and was distantly surprised that she could do that. And then-



She was staggering forward, bare feet slapping against the metal flooring. Her legs went weak and she fell down onto all fours, taking some deep, shuddering breaths as she tried to adjust to her new situation.



Her eyes were the first to recover, slowly coming into focus as she took in a light that wasn't really all that bright but still far more than the darkness she had been encased in. Her body felt so weak and so aroused right now and Moira could feel her wet pussy clenching down around nothing as her hips weakly twitched, her body still focused on that orgasm that it hadn't gotten and had been craving so desperately.



Looking around, Moira could see Santos and Sakomoto (and why did she have the urge to call them SR-1 and SR-2 inside of her head?) in a similar state. They were just as naked and laying on the floor, looking very worn out and weak and helpless. The way Sakomoto's large breasts rose and fell as she lay there on the floor made Moira swallow hard as she looked at them rising and falling.



It took longer than Moira knew that it should have for her to realize that there was another person in the room with them. It was a sectoid, just as naked as all three of them and showing far less in the way of… anything except the eyes. Even Moira was sure that she could overpower it if she could only get her feet underneath her and stand up straight. Frankly, just falling on it should be enough to snap the slender neck with the oversized head it had.



The thoughts felt wrong inside of her head as she considered them, though. Moira flinched as she realized how bad it was to think of those things, even if she had no plans to actually act on them. That wasn't how she should behave and she should know better than to consider that sort of thing.



The way that second round of thoughts entered her head felt strange and different and Moira could at least understand that they had arrived there because Enlightener had placed them inside of her head. But knowing that and being able to break free of those thoughts were two entirely different things. Moira could only bow her head in shame and wait for both thoughts to eventually pass.



And to get her strength back. Her legs felt like jelly but she was eventually able to rise up into a kneeling position. The other two women were doing the same. Moira realized that their skin was shiny, something from the ooze that they had been encased in, surely. Her own skin was also like that and maybe even felt kind of sensitive as she ran a hand along her side. It wasn't strongly pronounced but it was certainly something that she was feeling right now and it made her feel…

Well, maybe she was feeling good because of that and maybe she was feeling good because of what had been happening to her just moments ago. At any rate, she didn't want to masturbate in front of this sectoid as it kept on looking at her. Feeling a blush on her cheeks, Moira let her hand fall down to her side, making sure that she did nothing more than that.



SR- Santos said something in Spanish that Moira couldn't understand. She shook her head back and forth and let out a deep sigh as she shakily rose upright, holding onto the outer casing of the pod to lever herself up. She staggered as she got her weight onto her feet but at least she didn't fall back down.



That made Moira and Sakomoto (it took far more effort to use that name for the other woman than Moira knew that it should have) to get up onto their feet as well. Moira loomed over the sectoid as it stared up at her, its expression unreadable as it took her in. Moira was much too aware of how it was so close to her that it looking up like this meant that it was staring at her breasts.



It looked at the other two women as well for a long moment and Moira couldn't tell if it was enjoying the view or just waiting until they got enough strength back in their limbs to stand upright. At any rate, after a bit it turned and headed for the door, waving a grey hand at them to get them to follow after it. And they did. What else would they do? And it felt right to do so, anyway.



Moira frowned in concentration as she stared down at her cleavage. She was almost certain that her breasts weren't supposed to be this big. And they did seem to be very large indeed right now, sticking out from her chest like… a big pair of breasts. She was too tired to really come up with a good metaphor right now.



More importantly, she was absolutely certain that they were the same size of breasts that she had had in the schoolroom. So that meant… what? Moira really couldn't say for certain and she wasn't given a huge amount of time to think it over.



Glancing from side to side at the other women, well, their breasts seemed to be as big in the real world as they had in the simulation. Whether or not they had been stacked like that before now wasn't something that Moira could answer, obviously.



But they certainly did look good, all naked like that as they walked along the hallway. Moira bit her lip and then realized that she was doing so. And then realized that the other two were looking at her as well, stealing glances as they walked along.



Blushing strongly, Moira looked ahead at the sectoid as it kept on leading the trio through the halls of the… ship? Base? She couldn't say for sure. It wasn't even armed but Moira didn't try to break away from its path. Why would she? Where would she go?



They finally arrived at another chamber. It was much more crowded than the one that they had left, with both equipment and people. Or aliens, at least.



Moira swallowed hard. She could recognize the dissection pods along one wall but they weren't currently in use. Instead, there a dozen additional sectoids in small chambers unlike anything that Moira had seen in footage from the X-COM boarding teams. And the sectoids themselves were different, too.



Larger, for one. Still the size of a child but maybe a child approaching puberty now. And… and it was hard to think of another way to describe it, even though Moira knew that she should be capable of doing so.

There were cocks attached to each of those sectoids. She swallowed hard as she stared at them, seeing the small, shriveled, grey organs there. There had been nothing like that with the sectoids she had dissected. And even the one who had guided them here hadn't had anything like that.



And all of the new sectoids were staring at the three of them with keen interest. Moira blushed a bit as she felt those big, black eyes roaming back and forth over them. It was a bit embarrassing to be standing here like this but not that bad.



Perform.



The urge came from within Moira but it felt a bit foreign nevertheless. She couldn't think about the details of it too much, though, as she started twisting and moving around with the other two. They were dancing as well, in a lewd, lewd manner that felt so… comfortable. And correct. It was so right to do this even though she had never done anything like this before, not even in college.



The sectoids were still looking at the three of them. And was it Moira's imagination or were they focusing even more intently on the three humans as they did this? Moira couldn't say for sure, especially because she was still dancing and showing her naked body off.



She ran her hands up and down along her body, squeezing her breasts. Then back down to her thighs, running them back and forth as she swung her hips from side to side.



None of the three of them were working in synch with each other but what Moira could see said that each of them was being as lewd as the others as they did what they could. And all the while, the sectoids kept on staring at them. And yes, their cocks were certainly getting harder, though even at their peak, they weren't as hard or as big as a human would be.



They still seemed to be getting something out of this and Moira and the others kept on giving it to them. The thought that Moira should be ashamed and upset over someone with her training and intellect doing an erotic dance to a bunch of aliens entered her mind but it felt so foreign and distasteful that she didn't spend long considering it. Much better to keep on dancing the way that she was told to.



And enjoying the satisfaction that came from dancing and obeying orders. The erotic satisfaction, at that. The tingling sensation inside of her was pleasant and something that she would enjoy feeling more and more of. Moira could feel the heat inside of her and liked it.



Cease.



The message came from within just as clearly as before and made Moira stop instantly, standing up straight and her hands going to her sides. The other two did the same. She was breathing hard and feeling her heart pounding and there was some throbbing inside of her lower body.



Moira had no idea if she had done well or not but what was important was that she was obeying her orders. That was very important for her. So long as she did what she was told that was what mattered.



And maybe there would be more chances in the future to obey orders.