Celebration 2

        Waking up was like swimming through quicksand. The Viper felt terrible, body sore as a boxer's and head pounding like a bass drum.

        She was naked.

        And she was upside-down.

        The Viper wanted to hold her head, attempt to console her scrambled brain, but her arms couldn't move. They were rigid behind her back, secure in metal bondage.

        Hanging by her tail, suspended from the ceiling like a yellow punching bag, she tried to make sense of her situation. What was the last thing she remembered? Memories before her kidnapping floated like islands in the black ether of her mind, just out of reach.

        /”ADAM, the guest is awake. Shall I move to greet her?”/

        A small drone flitted into view. It was him, that damned AI. The one who electrocuted her, tortured her on that cold diner floor.

        /”Good afternoon, CAPTIVENAMEHERE. On this day, you will be the exclusive subject of a major experiment, conducted by senior XCOM intelligence officials for the intended benefit of all mankind!”/

        This drone wasn't alone before. Where was his handler? The bastard that struck her with the butt of his rifle. Where was that son of a bitch? He couldn't be far.

        /”We only divulge this context as we feel it a humane gesture. Information is not a right-”/

        Spring-loaded arms shot from the machine.

        /”-And ADAM urges me to remind you that, as a non-human in XCOM territory, you have no rights”/

        Whoever the drone had been talking to... That had to have been her kidnapper. Whoever this Adam really was, as soon as she was out of here...

        /”The experiment will begin promptly.”/

        A third appendage sprung from the bottom of the AI. It was long and phallic.

        The thickness of her wrist.

        Thoroughly lubricated,

        Was that a probe?

        The Viper objected, a hiss laced with venom that cut through the air. She was shut up by the phallus thrust into her maw. Her eyes shot wide.

        What kind of experiment was this?

        Curling her spine to retreat was futile; the drone moved with her, tiny arms clamped tight around her hood. He was forcing himself deeper within her. His member was warm in her throat. She started to gag. It was clear to her now that this was no “experiment.”

        She tried to think. Some sick bastard had to be overseeing this, barking orders from behind the scenes.

        A powerful thrust from the drone's cock pushed her thoughts away. Her long body squirmed, helpless in suspension as the metal attacker clung to her face. Deeper he forced as she wriggled and writhed, every attempt at resistance only helping the drone further himself down her throat.

        Unable to fight back, her thoughts turned inward: Whoever was watching was getting one hell of a show. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks red, and hatred made her cold blood boil.

 

 

        After a couple minutes of squirming and gagging, the probe had wormed its way into the deepest part of her esophagus, making it almost impossible to breathe. Her eyes were tearing up. How could she have been caught? How could this be happening to her? She was a non-combatant, a front-line translator! Watery eyes turned to gagged sobs.

        For an instant the robot seemed to slow down. Had it taken pity? Would it release her from this bondage? Hadn't this been enough?!

        As if reading her mind, another surprise erupted from the drone's back, this one twice as long and much more flexible.

        No, no, no...

        It weaved through the air in a showy dance, taunting her with its tentacle curves. Eyes laser-locked on its every movement, the Viper knew she was helpless to fight it off. Warm and alive it slithered slow along the length of her white stomach. A shiver ran up her spine, and the appendage ran with it. Closing in on her crotch.

        Humiliation had colored the puffy flesh around her hole a rosy hue. The tentacle circled the area, teasing its prey. She would never let it in though; there was more concentrated muscle than in any other part of her body. The gate was sealed, her body clenched tight as stone.

        Without warning the original probe vibrated to life in the depths of her esophagus, choking her up. She almost puked. Mechanisms within the phallus were whirring in a frenzy, growing hotter.

    Pulsing through her body, heat absorbed into her innards like hot water to a sponge, warmth relaxing her muscles and soothing the tension in the pit of her stomach.

        It was surprising, and...

        It felt good.

        No, she was furious, she wanted to fight back, but this wave of warmth was swelling too fast, shutting her down as the alien impulse rapidly took hold. It was thick and covering like a blanket, eager to embrace her mind in its comfort if she'd just give in, just relax and let go.

        That heat had worked its way up her body to her crotch, which now put out a heat of its own. Muscles were loosening, and her hole was swelling and wet. She got a whiff of her own juices and it made her drunk.

        Faster than a bullet the tentacle shot forward and down as it penetrated her pussy. Reflexively she curled in pain and surprise, gasping silently as both appendages began to slide in and out, in and out of their respective holes.

        Warmth rushed throughout her insides as she was fucked from end to end. Her arms wriggled behind her back, desperate to get free and pull herself away.

        Pleasure upon pleasure, pressure building to a breaking point. She didn't care if they fucked her. No, she wanted them to fuck her, run her through, drive her mad.

        Her scaled body pulsed in rhythm with the cocks rocking her like a sleeve, fucking her like she was nothing more than a toy.

        And something was rising fast within her, a monster rising from the quicksand depths of her inner arousal. Her eyes were rolling further back with each thrust. Her muscles were rapidly tensing up, preparing for the end. She was losing control.

 

 

        With one final thrust both appendages stabbed deeper within her than ever before. And in the microsecond of calm granted before the end, the Viper had her last sensible thought: She swore she felt both tips make contact.

        Pleasure arced electric through her body. Her brain shorted out. Her body wretched, a slave to the impulses bombarding her muscles.

        Magma-hot cum gushed from her swelling hole, its touch on her long white stomach setting the sensitive flesh ablaze. A waterfall of sticky pleasure rained down over her.

        Cum ran gooey along the length of her body, running across her ribs and over the white orbs of her breasts.

       

       

        Robertson wriggled his limbs, wiggling the snake and sliding out of her holes; her muscles were loose and limp, and the drone shed her like a sleeve. The lens of his eye focused on her face.

        The stream of cum had slowed and some had found its way into her open maw, but it was clear she couldn't care. Sticky and strong, it collected in the roof of her mouth, pooling until it ran over and through her top row of fangs. Her eyeballs twitched at the sting of her own fluids. Her arms were slack behind her back.

        She was finished.

        /”Thank you for your co-operation in this experiment! I'm personally excited for your further participation, and hope you have a lovely evening!”/

        Quiet, save the piddling of cum off the top of her hood and the sticky tips of her nipples.