4 The Stranger

Two months had passed since Sarah began to hypothesize about the aliens' potential weaknesses. Radio contact with the outside world had gone quiet for weeks now, though the only helpful information that had been shared over the airwaves before was that regular ammunition didn't seem to affect the creatures much, as bullets simply got absorbed into their flesh. It was too risky to use explosives as there were always captive humans in close proximity and destroying the entire nest would cost innumerable lives.

How on earth would humanity be able to overcome these impossible odds? Sarah had a clue: she had caused severe damage to one of the monsters with just a regular flare gun. How could such a low-powered weapon have such a dramatic effect? She was determined to find out. Was it the heat? The light? If only she could study their biology up close… but that was impossible. Her only choice was to attempt to gleam insights on the invaders by watching their depraved actions over the security camera network.

"Let's zoom in on camera seven," Sarah said to Adam, who was sitting next to her in the bunker's monitoring room and controlling the interface. "I think I see a few Takers acting strangely…" She idly clicked the button on her pen as she readied herself to record any worthwhile observations in her notebook. Sure enough, some of the tentacle creatures were flailing about as if attacking something. Usually, encounters with the Takers didn't last long. They simply overpowered their prey and, well, took them. Hence the nickname that Steven had proudly come up with.

Sarah didn't think that the strange activity on the screen would lead to any sort of breakthrough, but at this point she was clutching at straws to find anything useful. The last few days of watching the monitors hadn't yielded much in the way of results, just empty, ichor-covered streets, the occasional wild animal, and hundreds of captive humans being endlessly fucked.

Though it had been difficult to watch at first, initially due to horror but later due to arousal, Sarah was now starting to become desensitized to the countless nude bodies and the lewd acts being performed on them. The biologist in her actually started to marvel at the invading creatures and how they were apparently managing to convert human fluids - a substance that should have been completely alien to them - into a source of energy and sustenance. This was her theory, anyway.

Just the other day, she had spotted a hulking Taker stalking the city streets. The large creature, like the others of its kind, seemed entirely formed out of squirming, fleshy tentacles that worked together to create a body. It crawled on six limbs that supported a thick, hog-like torso. Embedded in each limb were two nude women - one in the upper leg above the "knee" and one below.

Their limbs and faces were all covered with unyielding tentacles, leaving their large, voluptuous breasts, distended stomachs, and moist holes exposed - though the latter were almost always filled with pulsating tentacles pumping some sort of thick, orange fluid deep inside. Sarah imagined this must be some sort of seminal fluid, as all the women appeared to be in the late stages of pregnancy.

Her suspicions were proven correct, as every so often, one of the women would begin to violently spasm and twitch before several small tentacles would gush from her womb and sloppily wriggle on the ground covered in juices. The baby creatures would slither off while the newly evacuated pussy was filled with more tentacle cocks to continue the cycle anew.

As it moved, the creature's legs quickly shuffled along the ground, causing all twelve sets of tits to madly swing and jiggle while their bulging stomachs shook. Eventually, the creature seemed to tire and came to a stop. At this point, the tentacles working on stuffing the women's pussies redoubled their efforts, this time paying close attention to each of their engorged clits with vibrating and sucking tendrils, seemingly to promote milk production.

Larger tentacles sprouted from the creature's misshapen "head" like fleshy dreadlocks and firmly latched onto each woman's hard nipples before starting to rhythmically squeeze and knead the supple globes. The tendrils' efforts were soon rewarded as the helpless tits began to spurt creamy white liquid, which was quickly sucked up by the tentacles. After a short while of doing this, the alien's lethargy seemed to wane, and it resumed its activities.

Sarah still hadn't figured out how the Takers managed to get the women to lactate to this degree, especially as she had witnessed some ladies who didn't appear pregnant whatsoever still manage to squirt gallons of milk. She assumed it had something to do with the injections that were regularly administered to the captives, the juices being pumped into every orifice, or both. It had to be some sort of alien drug that produced strong aphrodisiac effects, boosted reproductive traits, and greatly enhanced virility as evidenced by the almost constantly ejaculating men trapped in the same creature's back.

The twelve men were almost completely absorbed into the creature's writhing flesh, with only their enormous erections and full balls exposed. Just like the bouncing boobs below them, their genitals madly danced through the air as the creature swiftly scampered through the streets.

Despite the erratic movements of their manhoods, dexterous tentacles still managed to stroke them from base to tip. Vibrating tendrils were wrapped around and rapidly masturbating each cock, the speed of which sent the tentacles' lube-like slime flying everywhere. Their balls were constantly fondled and teased by little feelers that seemed determined to help them build up as much cum as possible before releasing their loads in quick succession.

And release them they did. Every ten seconds or so, at least two or three of the men powerfully ejaculated, sending rope after rope of hot jizz erupting out of their straining, foot long dicks. The sticky semen rained down in all directions, splattering onto the swollen tits and pregnant bellies of the women below them and coating the ground as the creature walked to create a slick trail of spunk wherever it went. Even while the men were cumming the tentacles never let up. The tendrils seemed to relish in attacking the men's over-sensitive cock heads at these moments, causing the ejaculating penises to twitch madly in post-orgasm torture.

This behavior had confused Sarah quite a bit when she first noticed it back then.

"Why do you suppose they waste the semen of some men but yet collect it from others?" She had asked Adam. They both weren't as comfortable with all the explicit details on the monitors back then, so they still only managed to speak about them aloud after fighting through considerable embarrassment.

"No idea," He shrugged. I've been more concerned about how they get those guys to ejaculate so damn much. Speaking from experience, I can tell you that three or four times in a row is usually my physical limit before things start to hurt." Adam seemed to realize what he was admitting to only as he was finished saying it. Sarah blinked and looked away with a slight blush.

"I-I see…"

"Erm, I mean… back in my young and foolish years. Not recently of course." Adam forced an awkward laugh and turned back to watch the screens in grueling silence.

Since then, Sarah had come up with a couple of potential reasons for the Takers to be wasting all that human seed, but none of them were satisfactory. They ranged from it being a simple accident to some sort of pheromone spreading tactic. She needed more data, and thus she focused on the feed from camera seven, where something still had the Takers in an excited frenzy. The reason soon became clear.

Two women and two men were being dragged kicking and screaming out of a derelict convenience store. No doubt they had been scavenging for food before being discovered. Sarah was yet again reminded of how lucky she was to be safe in a well-stocked bunker. As Sarah watched, the captured people had all four limbs ensnared by tentacles and were lifted into the air.

The two slender women had smooth, almost glowing caramel skin and glossy dark hair that fluttered like silken midnight in the breeze. The older of the two looked to be in her late thirties, while the younger one seemed to be around eighteen. Given how similar they looked, it was clear that this was a mother and daughter.

The men were both likely of Irish decent, given their fiery red hair and pale white skin dusted with freckles. Like the two women suspended in the air next to them, they appeared to be family, with the father looking to be in his mid-forties and his son about the same age as the girl. The way that the two families looked at one another gave the impression that they were familiar with each other. Perhaps the two teens were childhood friends visiting colleges in the area, hoping to attend the same school. Maybe they were stepfamily?

Early on, Sarah and Adam had quickly come to realize they never saw young children within the nests and hybrids… but they also never saw them out on the streets. They figured the Takers must be bringing them somewhere else, but they had no idea where or why. It looked like these poor teens were acceptable to the creatures though, just as Diana had been, as the tentacles quickly began removing their clothes alongside those of their struggling parents.

The mother and daughter were suspended facing the father and son, each being forced to watch the rest of the group as their bodies became slowly revealed. The mother was well endowed, with voluptuous D-cup breasts, a slim waist, and a perfectly curved bottom. The red dress she wore was torn violently from her body by the tentacles to reveal a matching set of extremely risqué black panties and bra, both of which were practically see-through and left little to the imagination. Her quivering boobs were already fit to burst out of the tight lingerie due to their size.

They weren't kept waiting much longer. A tentacle grabbed the center of her bra and yanked it off, allowing her heavy tits to burst out into view, exposed for all to see. They briefly bounced in the air but were quickly wrapped in several tentacles that began to knead and squeeze them, along with her nipples. Though there was no audio on the cameras, Sarah could tell that she was moaning and that the father was yelling something out towards her just before a tentacle forced his mouth into submission.

The next tentacles to attack the mother were so eager to get into her cunt that they didn't even fully remove her black mesh panties. They simply pulled the crotch out of the way and went to work stuffing her already dripping hole full of tentacle cock. Another tentacle slid up between her juicy tits and began to throat fuck her, causing her to gag and choke on the alien spunk that began to fill her mouth. She wasn't the only one having a hard time, however.

Next to the woman, her daughter was also being stripped. She was wearing a loose-fitting tank top over a strapless bra and black spandex bike shorts under a cute skirt. Her young eyes were wide in terror as they saw the slimy tentacles approach her helpless body, unable to make a noise as a tentacle wrapped around her mouth. The tendrils seemed to be uninterested in playing with her comparatively boring bra, so instead of pulling it off of her, rapidly vibrating feelers waved through the air and sliced through her top.

As her tank top and bra fell away in pieces, her perky little boobs greeted the eyes of her childhood friend and his father. Her pert A-cups were quickly covered with tentacles that, while unable to get a good grip on them as they had with her mother, began to hungrily lick and suck at her extremely stiff nipples. Small vibrating tendrils swirled around them until they were completely erect, at which point both nipples began to get rapidly stroked as the tendrils excreted a slick lube all over them.

Her eyes shook as if already orgasming just from having her young tits played with. It was only going to get more intense for her, as her legs were suddenly yanked far apart right in front of her friend's face, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal the clearly visible outline of her mound against the skin-tight spandex of her shorts.

The tentacles slid up her leg holes and started to squirm around her crotch before suddenly flexing and expanding, causing the tight fabric of both her shorts and panties to tear and fall away, leaving her moist teenage pussy only inches from the boy's face, who seemed torn between looking away or taking it all in. Her delicate, unshaven pubes were practically tickling his nose, so it no doubt required a lot of willpower on his part to divert his gaze.

He couldn't maintain his focus for long, as he was also unceremoniously stripped naked in front of the girl just as she had been moments before. His t-shirt and shorts were pulled up and down respectively, revealing boxer shorts with little green alien faces on them. Sarah noted the irony.

The sight of his family friends being violated clearly had aroused something in the boy as an impressive tent had already formed in his underwear. A thick tentacle slid down under the elastic band and began to slither around his bulge, causing him to involuntarily shudder. The tendril then retracted and aggressively tugged his boxers off. His rock-hard five-inch teen cock got pulled down with the garment and then painfully slapped back up against his toned stomach, bobbing a bit before coming to a stop.

He sported an unkempt patch of red, fluffy pubes that were quickly covered by a thick tentacle that swallowed his young member from tip to base, even going as far as to engulf his tight ball sack. It began to squeeze and pulsate as if milking him and he opened his mouth and threw his head back just as small feelers began to playfully rub and tease his nipples.

The father could only helplessly watch in disbelief as everyone around him was stripped and molested in front of his very eyes. He was positioned so that his own crotch was directly in front of the girl's field of view, the man, boy, and girl now forming a sort of human ladder with each of them stared fearfully into one another's genitals. His expression turned from valiant defiance to utter defeat as his own clothing was ripped from his body. His work suit and tie fell to the ground below as tentacles began to tear off his boxer briefs, eager to get full access to his impressive bulge.

Soon enough, his respectable seven-inch dick flopped out and struck his son's friend in the face, who winced and blushed. She stared at it unabashedly, however, as if amazed. Sarah wondered if this was the first real penis she had seen up close in person. Sarah certainly remembered how astounded she had been the first time she saw a guy's genitals - especially seeing his balls – which is when she finally learned they were, in fact, "balls". She chuckled at the memory of how she first became interested in biology right out of highschool, continuing to watch the feed despite the horrors it displayed.

To Sarah's surprise, the tentacles did not begin masturbating the father's cock, which was only at half-mast. He must have been using all of his willpower to repress his instincts. Instead of a tentacle playing with his manhood, a funnel-shaped one appeared and began to ooze a viscous, orange liquid all over his shaft, which enrobed it like honey. Sarah watched transfixed as the smothered rod immediately began to harden until it looked so painfully erect that it might burst.

Both of the Takers attacking the families already had a single captive inside. The one holding the women had a large black man's ass and cock sticking out of its abdomen, his genitals constantly being frisked by tentacles. The one holding the guys had a woman's bountiful breasts visible on its back, being milked into a frenzy.

The tentacle sucking the black man's oversized, thick shaft slowly slid off his length, leaving the madly twitching and squirting member covered in gooey slime. Sarah thought the sight of the painted-orange penis set against the rest of his dark skin was oddly satisfying.

Suddenly, the mother was swung over towards him and, without warning, was impaled down onto the foot-long black cock below her. Her eyes watered and rolled back into her head, which was quickly lashed to the creature's body as her limbs were absorbed into it as well. Tentacles pushed up on the black man's ass and began to forcefully shove his dick back and forth into the trembling woman, the tentacle mucus acting as the perfect lubricant. The strong force of the pounding made her large tits jiggle deliciously with each motion.

As the father watched the woman getting banged by a complete stranger, he noticed his son also getting dragged towards her. The boy's swaying genitals were shoved against the face of his friend's mother, as his limbs were held tight in front of him inside the tentacle body.

The aphrodisiac drugs in the tentacle's slime seemed to be already doing their sinister work on the mother, as she didn't even hesitate to swallow the teen's enticing erection down into her mouth, lapping away at his balls with her tongue, much to the boy's surprise and apparent delight.

She bobbed her head back and forth along his teenage shaft as best she could as if sucking on the most delicious candy of her life. It wasn't long before a thin line of cum began to dribble from between both sets of her lips as the teen and the man fucking her came hard inside her moist holes.

The boy's own holes weren't ignored either. A ribbed tentacle, covered in mucus, rammed its way into his twitching boypussy and found its way through his body, exiting out through his mouth and wriggling in the air. It was too intense for the boy who appeared on the verge of passing out, but a small needled tentacle suddenly entered his neck and his energy seemed renewed as he began to actively shake his hips to help the mother take more and more of his already re-hardening dick.

Sarah could only assume that the father was grateful that the woman's vision was blocked, even if by his own son's naked penis, as he, too, was placed in another hybrid creature's chest. He strained his muscles to escape as he noticed the tentacle's intentions, but he was held completely immobile.

Small feelers grew up and began to tickle and tug at his hanging balls, but what clearly had his attention was the shifting position of the nude girl. The tentacles brought them face-to-face before slowly lowering her spread legs towards his well-lubed manhood.

They gently rubbed the teen's swollen vulva against his reddening glans, playfully swallowing just the tip and rocking around it a bit before suddenly pushing her down all the way and forcing his whole length inside of her apparently inexperienced slit. Her moist pussy lips were buried into the man's thick crimson pubes.

She began to wildly thrash in pain, and the father blankly stared up into the sky, unable to process that he had just taken the girl's virginity. Sarah realized that she hadn't noticed Diana behaving this way, implying that she was already used to sexual intercourse. She must have gotten right down to business as soon as college started… or maybe even earlier.

Tentacles lashed around the girl's body and bound her close to the father, pressing her hard nipples into his abdomen and gliding her up and down onto his cock. Her stiff nubs trailed up and down his hairy chest, adding to the stimulation. Even from the low-res footage, Sarah could tell the girl was experiencing a huge climax as her asshole flexed open and closed in intense, orgasmic spasms.

As she continued to ride the man's slippery penis, another small tentacle poked at her twitching anus. She shook her head in terror, her mouth still gagged, but the tentacle paid her no heed. It slithered up into her tight hole and started to piston in and out, gushing loads of the orange fluid into her bowels just as her groaning partner filled her tight cunt with his own hot juices.

Sarah stared at the monitor as the families continued to violate each other in full view of everyone else. She had been desensitized to such things, but even so it was hard to watch. There was a part of her, however, that secretly wished to trade places with them. To experience a thick tentacle cock perfectly filling her up and forcing her to experience endless pleasure.

There wasn't much privacy in the bunker, so she hadn't been able to masturbate at all in months and it was starting to drive her a little crazy. She wondered how the rest of the group was handling it, especially Steven who was still in his early twenties and no doubt a fountain of virility.

"I… I think I've seen enough for one day," Sarah mumbled. She stood up with her legs tightly closed, worrying about any unwanted moisture being noticed by Adam.

"Already?" He asked in mock surprise. "You mean you DON'T like watching this hellscape? You coulda' fooled me." He winked, but his expression quickly changed to being apologetic as he saw the embarrassed look on Sarah's face. "Sorry, I didn't mean… I mean… I was just joking around." He scratched his growing beard and stood up alongside her.

"What do you want for lunch?" She asked, changing the subject.

"I dunno. What were you thinking?"

"Maybe... canned food?"

"Hmm… but we had that yesterday."

"It's what I'm good at making."

"Again, coulda' fooled me."

"Hey!" She laughed and playfully punched him in the arm (though with a bit of extra force). "Stop teasing me and let's go get the other two. Steven should be back from checking out the rain barrel. It was almost empty last time I-" Her eyes flitted over Adam's shoulder and then she suddenly rushed past him to stare closely at one of the other monitors.

"A-Adam! Look at this!" She hastily beckoned to him without taking her eyes off of the screen.

"What!? What is it!?" He said, startled. He bent down to look over her shoulder to see what she was watching. His eyes widened. "What is she doing!?"

A lone figure stood in the street just outside of the college Sarah and Adam taught at. The person was completely covered in what looked like a biker-suit and helmet, though her ample bosom straining tightly against the fabric made it clear that she was a woman. She appeared to be trying to gain entry to one of the school's entrances, hacking away at the thick crystalline ichor that covered the door using some sort of long metallic tool.

"She's going to get herself caught making that much noise!" Sarah exclaimed, aghast. Sure enough, a hybrid appeared just as the woman was about to break through the last layers covering the door. She glanced over her head and saw the creature lunge its long tentacled arm at her, but just before it made contact, she gracefully leapt backwards with an inhuman swiftness, though the tool she carried remained lodged in the ichor.

Though she dodged the first attack, the creature, seemingly a bit taken aback, had already extended its other arm towards where she was landing. Just as it was about to wrap around her athletic body, the woman hurled a small silver orb towards it. Though the orb didn't seem to change in any way, the tentacles forming the monster suddenly fell to the ground like liquid, flailing about randomly in a pitiful display.

"Wh-what did she just do!?" Adam asked, his nose inches from the screen."

"How should I know!?" Sarah replied, her shocked face right next to his. "The entire construct is losing its structural integrity!" They continued to watch as the whole creature was reduced to nothing more than a pool of weakly flopping worms.

The two captive humans, both men, who had been inside of it, also fell to the ground in a wet pile. However, despite their newfound freedom, they appeared either unable or unwilling to stand up and escape, simply lying in the mound of writhing tentacles and panting. Suddenly they seemed to notice one another for the first time and practically swam towards each other's erections, before locking their mouths around the other's cock and greedily sucking in a 69 position.

Adam looked a bit grossed-out by this display. Though not a homophobe, he still wasn't particularly interested in seeing that sort of thing. Though he had certainly witnessed it plenty of times on the monitors, he never quite got used to it. Sarah, on the other hand, had a very different reaction, which she kept to herself.

The mysterious woman seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether to go save the two men or to return to her task with the door - but her inaction only lasted for a second. Just as she was heading towards the door again, three more hybrids appeared from behind a nearby house. Her pace quickened towards the door, clearly hoping to beat the creatures to it, but it wasn't looking good and she knew it.

She ran a hand along her belt which carried three more of the silver balls from before, as if considering using another, but she must have calculated that this wasn't a fight worth attempting, especially as the previously deformed creature on the ground behind her was already slowly starting to build itself back up again from the tentacles that had regained their senses.

She turned to run and abandon her tool, but her previous moments of hesitation had already added up too much. She was blind-sided by a large tentacle arm that suddenly rose from the still-forming pile of tentacles. It sent her flying across the street and slamming into the side of a house. Her limp body slid to the ground and her head slumped over as if unconscious.

"Shit, that's it for her, then." Adam said with a disappointed sigh. "I really hoped we could… huh? Who…?"

"STEVEN!?" Sarah yelled, standing up and sending the chair behind her flying into the desk behind her.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING!?" Adam roared while slamming his hands against the terminal interface.

"Is-is something wrong…?" Zoey's worried voice entered the room behind them. "I heard a lot of bangs and yelling, so…" Her face paled as she saw what was on the monitor next to Sarah and Adam. "Oh my GOD! Is that STEVIE!? WHERE IS THIS!?" She scrambled up next to the other two and desperately watched the screen as, sure enough, her older stepbrother stealthily creeping towards the unconscious woman, holding a pool cue in one hand and his smart phone in the other.

"Dammit is that one of my pool cues!?" Adam yelled. "I only have two of those! That little shit!"

"Fuck you! Is that really important right now, professor!?" Zoey screeched at him. "Sarah, where is this!?" Her sharp eyes suddenly focused, taking in the details on the flickering monitor. "Wait is that the college campus?"

"Y-yes." Sarah stammered, surprised by Zoey's outburst. "Steven must have heard the commotion going on down the road and thought he could be a hero or something..."

"He's a fuckin' idiot is what he is!" Adam snapped. "He was just supposed to go up, check the rain barrels, and come back down. What is he thinking!? He knows we aren't in the business of saving random individuals right now!"

"That's because unlike you, he cares about helping people!" Zoey spat back, her body shaking with rage.

"I BUILT THIS SHELTER!"

"WOW how many times have I heard THAT this week while you sit on your ASS!?" She got up in his face, spittle flying. "Congratulations! do you want a goddamn MEDAL!?" It looked like they were both about to start throwing punches before Sarah suddenly interjected.

"ENOUGH!" She bellowed, putting herself between the two. "This is a stressful situation and our thinking ability is clearly impaired. We need to focus. So SIT. DOWN." She glared menacingly at both of them, her chest heaving.

"Y-yes ma'am…!" Zoey shrunk back and fumbled into a chair.

"But she…!" Adam clicked his tongue. "You're right…" He lost steam and dropped into a chair as well.

"I'm… I'm sorry professor… I just get protective of my stepbrother. He's all I've got now, you know…?"

"I'm sorry too, Zoey. That wasn't right of me. ...Shit." Adam sighed.

"Good." Sarah clapped her hands together. "Now that you both have your heads on straight, let's return to figuring out how to get our dumb-but-heroic friend Steven out of this mess, hm?"

They turned to anxiously watch the scene unfold on the screen as Steven made his way over to the unconscious woman, inching along as quietly as possible to avoid alerting the several Takers in the area.

"We have to go help!" Zoey piped up. "He has no chance of getting that woman out of there by himself!"

"There's no way we'd get there in time to do anything…" Adam groaned.

"We'll have to just hope he knows what he's doing." Sarah said, eyeing the phone in Steven's hand and wondering if he was attempting to do what she thought he was.

"Mngh…" Zoey squirmed in her seat, relenting but seemingly ready to bolt for the door at any moment.

"Hey," Adam said in a firm voice. "Don't even think about it. He wouldn't want you in danger."

"I guess you're right…" Zoey murmured. Her fidgeting stopped and she focused on the screen even harder, as if trying to mentally will her stepbrother to turn around and run away.

Despite Zoey's best attempts at ESP, Steven pushed onwards. The group watched with bated breath as he neared the woman, dropped the pool cue, and crouched down on one knee in an attempt to lift her up into a fireman's carry. However, it appeared that his lifestyle as a video game streamer had not done wonders for his physical abilities. Just as he managed to position her body into a good spot on his back, his legs gave out and he fell forward, slipping on the pool cue and crashing to the ground.

"No…!" Zoey gasped, covering her mouth and jumping to her feet before Adam quickly grabbed her in a bear hug to immobilize her.

The Taker that had initially knocked the woman away was already nearly reassembled and heading in their direction, with the two men still choking down each other's cocks absorbed back into its abdomen. But with the sudden sound of Steven's collapse, the other three Takers, who had previously just been investigating the area, also pivoted towards the two of them and began to trudge dangerously close to where they lay.

Steven hastily got to his feet, using the pool cue as a support while fumbling with his phone. Suddenly, the closest of the four hybrids lashed out at him with its stretchy tentacle limbs. Steven made little effort to dodge it. It wasn't clear if this was because he physically couldn't, knew it would be futile, or because it would otherwise strike the woman behind him, who was starting to stir. Regardless of what he was thinking, he was quickly subdued by the tentacles and pulled up into the air by his legs.

Steven began to stab at the tendrils binding him, using the now broken pool cue as a spear. It did little other than annoy the creature, which began to bind his thrashing limbs with strong tentacles. Just before he was completely restrained, however, Steven held up his smart phone to the creature and a bright flash suddenly blanketed the tentacles around him.

"...He took a picture of it…?" Zoey asked, incredulously, suddenly losing the strength to fight against Adam's sturdy arms.

"That fool…" Sarah groaned, massaging her eyes. "It told him it was only a theory!"

"What are you talking about?" Adam asked, finally being able to relax a little now that the struggling girl in his arms had calmed down.

"It was one of my ideas I shared with him on the Taker's weaknesses…" Sarah explained. "That flare gun - the one I used on the first day - remember how it melted the tentacles? Well, I assumed it either had to do with the heat or the bright light… but I wasn't sure…" She sighed heavily. "I guess we can rule out the latter…"

Sure enough, the tentacles holding Steven seemed unperturbed by the light. A look of shock and frustration came over his face as the phone got knocked from his hand. The Taker had him hanging upside down and now completely bound in tentacles. His blonde hair fell from his face and tickled the jiggling breasts of the woman inside the creature's chest, which were being milked by two tentacle suckers. Her glazed eyes locked onto his and she seemed to lazily smile at him through the thick tentacle she was sucking on.

She opened her mouth wide as if to try and say something but all she could muster was to cough up drool and orange alien cum that gushed down her chin and onto her bound tits. The Taker suddenly thrust Steven's face in between her slime-covered boobs and he began to jerk in his bonds, clearly struggling for breath. The erratic movements did little to deter the tentacles that quickly began to explore Steven's body under his hoodie and work to remove his uncannily tight jeans.

"They're gonna kill him! We need to help! We need to do SOMETHING!" Zoey yelled, rocking her body back and forth in Adam's tight grip in an attempt to worm her way out.

"There's nothing we can do! I'm sorry, Zoey, but your stepbrother is…" Adam's voice trailed off. His eyes, like Sarah's, were staring at the screen. Just as the tentacles had ripped open his hoodie, something glinted off the light next to him and suddenly all four of the Takers reeled back, crumbling into individual tentacles and sending all the captive humans falling to the ground.

The helmeted woman had regained her senses. She was clutching a heavily bleeding wound on her side, but she was up on her feet. Just as one of the other creatures had started to wind its tentacles up her well-toned thighs, she had suddenly sprung into action, hurling another of her silver orbs into the midst of the monsters.

She didn't have long to celebrate, however, as she stumbled forward weakly and collapsed to her knees, holding her wound. Her subsequent attempts to stand were only met with failure as she slid on the mucus-covered street.

Fortunately, Steven was having better luck. He grabbed the nearby pool cue and used it to shakily make his way over to the woman, ignoring the orgy going on behind him, made up of the freed human captives who had almost immediately started wildly fucking each other in the squirming mass of tentacles and slime.

There were five men and one woman total. The woman was happily riding two of the giant cocks in an impressive display of double penetration, while hungrily sucking down the stiff rod of another man next to her. Both her hands were occupied on the two-foot-long monster dick on her opposite side, frantically stroking the man's throbbing shaft and massaging his balls. The final man had attempted to slide his engorged penis between her breasts, which still dribbled milk from the nipples, but the thrashing of the entire group made it too difficult. He instead began to squeeze and nurse on her tits as another of the men started to fiddle with his unused manhood.

It was too late to save them, is what Steven probably assumed, as he hurriedly made his way to his struggling savior. After several tense seconds of maneuvering past flailing tentacles, he finally made it to her. He attempted to lift her up while speaking to her, but she knocked his hands away, leaving him shocked. He stood there unmoving for a moment before snapping out of whatever was in his mind as the woman suddenly fell back to the ground. Her hand left her injured side, revealing the gash to still be freely bleeding out.

The woman seemed to be losing consciousness again as her head lolled to the side. With the power of the adrenaline no doubt pumping through his veins, Steven wasted no time in scooping her up and onto his back. She had a very athletic and curvy body, but her frame was still a bit smaller than his. With visible effort, Steven got to his feet and managed to break out into a light jog, not even stealing a look behind him at the Takers that were just now starting to reform. After that, he left the camera's field of vision, heading in the direction of the bunker.

Sarah, Adam, and Zoey all stared at the monitors without a word for several seconds before all of them simultaneously started to scramble towards the entrance.

'You ladies stay put; I've got this!" Adam shouted as he began to climb up the ladder to the hatch.

"Zoey, go prepare a bed! I'll get first aid supplies!" Sarah instructed. Both women dashed off to complete their respective tasks. Sarah ran to the bathroom and shakily grabbed some disinfectant and gauze from the medical cabinet, along with a thread, scissors, and a needle for stitching wounds.

"Quick! Lower her down, slowly!" She heard Adam saying up above.

"That doesn't make sense!" Steven's wheezing voice replied.

The sounds of grunting and sliding objects echoed down the hallway as Sarah returned with the supplies in hand. Adam and Steven had already managed to move the woman down into the bunker, with the older man carrying her towards the sleeping area while Steven closed the hatch behind them.

Sarah followed next to Steven as they hurriedly made their way towards the bed that Zoey had prepared. Adam gently placed the woman on the cot, careful not to agitate her wound. Her large chest was heaving slowly in haggard breaths.

"We need to get her out of this suit so we can get to the cut." Adam ordered, as he began to reach for the scissors in Sarah's hands.

"In your dreams!" Sarah declared. "Zoey, escort the boys out of the room while we take care of her."

"W-wait! But-!" Steven started to interject, but his stepsister was too fast for him. She grabbed both of the startled men by the arms and shoved them out of the room, closing the door in their faces before turning around to assist Sarah.

"Oh, come on!" Adam's voice rang out from the other side of the door. "It's not like we haven't all seen tons of naked women in the past couple months!"

"Hold these," Sarah ignored Adam and instructed Zoey, giving her most of the items in her hands before she wielded the scissors to carefully cut the woman's skintight suit away from her body, exposing her toned midriff. Both Sarah and Zoey let out a gasp of surprise at what they saw. It wasn't the wound - which didn't seem as deep as Sarah had feared - but what was around it. The woman's skin was pale blue.

"Oh my god… she's already dead!" Zoey began to fret. "Except… wait… something's not right…" Not only was the woman's skin-tone unusual, but she also didn't have a belly button.

"What in the…?" Sarah breathed. But there was no time to think about all that now; they had to stop the bleeding first. Refocusing on her task, Sarah disinfected the cut and blotted up the excess, orange blood - the color of which she was only now truly noticing for the first time.

Though she was a biologist and not a doctor, Sarah had taken some medical training several years prior when doing some camp counseling over the summer. She prayed that she could still remember how to do this. She took a deep breath and began to suture the wound as best she could with slightly trembling fingers. Eventually, she completed what she considered to be a pretty decent stitching and the woman seemed to stabilize, though she hadn't regained consciousness.

Sarah put down the last of her tools as she applied an adhesive bandage to the cut and let out a relieved sigh that she had been holding in. She glanced at Zoey and they both gulped as she moved her hands up to the woman's tinted helmet. It didn't seem to come off at first, but then Zoey pressed a small button on the side, which resulted in the entire helmet suddenly dissolving away and into the neckline of the suit. They gaped at the woman's peacefully resting face.

"G-guys…?" Sarah called out. "Maybe come in here after all…"