A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place, NOTTHISWAYQQ~
Written for an anonymous peep~
With satellite imagery, it was a strange thing to say that there were totally unexplored islands that didn't show up in any maps. With how overworked everyone felt, it seemed like it was just excessive to constantly keep patrolling territory, and more than one person, shipgirl and human alike, felt like it was unnecessary…
All the way until you found one such unexplored island that hadn't been on the maps before. But then, that was Siren facilities for you. If anybody could find a means to hide something from view, not only they would do it, they'd even put it somewhere you'd never check.
If nothing else, that meant that the exploration teams had picked up something important, making all those hundreds of hours spent patrolling the seas almost worth it. There was a deep satisfaction in the entirety of the personnel, and on the shipgirls themselves, as they felt like they dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.
Which was… a bit of a problem, because almost everyone was entirely too busy to deploy to investigate the seemingly abandoned facility. It had been abandoned for… a bit of time. The only reason it was discovered was because it was literally stumbled into by a patrol following the last remnants of its, well, it was unfair to say personnel, but - occupants, yeah occupants worked – after the last few of its occupants had left.
"The cloaking and radar blocking still work," Belfast explained, as she finished the briefing, hands together, resting on her apron as she observed the slightly dilapidated building camouflaged as a rock that jutted out of the ocean. It was almost certainly a large facility, but almost all of it would be under the surface. "As does communication jamming. We will be cut off until we're finished."
The maid shipgirl was observing the large rock that served as the façade, disguise, of the facility, the salty oceanic wind blowing her silver hair wildly, forcing her to keep her hands in place lest her dress be blown up.
This was something that her fellow cruis- ahem, the carrier that had accompanied her on deployment, Glorious, didn't hav' to worry about overly much, considering that she didn't have a skirt that the wind could blow up, her minidress entirely too tight for that to be a concern. She stood a bit more firmly, a hand on her hip and the other on her chin, an expression of curiosity. "I wonder why they abandoned this place… to go through the trouble of protecting this facility so much despite it being placed so poorly…" she muttered, before shaking her head.
Belfast nodded. "We didn't know either. Still, the commander entrusted this operation to us."
"Yes," Glorious agreed, "for the glory of the royal navy," she spoke. It didn't take a genius to be able to tell just how easily she'd been convinced to participate. "This is a research station, correct? Did the briefing you got say anything about what they were researching?"
Belfast smiled, but said nothing in response. After all… that was exactly as much as she knew about that question.
Glorious took the hint. Well, if they had no Intel, then they had no Intel. There was no enemy presence for many miles around, nautical or otherwise, and they had to take advantage of this. As long as not just the facility, but the waters around it, were free of enemies and abandoned, they would have a clear shot at exploring it.
The blonde inspected the rock. "So… how do we get in?"
Belfast smiled. "We ask politely," she said.
Glorious seemed dubious, turning around to face the maid-dressed cruiser, opening her mouth, only to see the CANNONS ALREADY AIMED.
Eeping, the heavy cru- carrier threw herself out of the way, and then Belfast opened fire, the thundering, roaring guns easily obliterating the rocky outer shell, revealing the true façade, a steel cube, battered but still holding up.
Now, at least, they knew where the door was, and Belfast proceeded to tear it open, pushing the sliding doors into place, then smiling and gesturing, bowing slightly at Glorious. "After you!" she said.
Frowning a little at the display of unnecessary force, Glorious shook her head. "Stealth is optional, huh…"
Belfast said nothing, instead simply following behind Glorious. As they walked into the darkness, there was a moment's pause, and then a deep, potent hum as the fluorescent lights that dotted the walls of the staircase that lead deeper into the facility turned on, almost as if welcoming them in.
"Motion sensors," Glorious muttered. "No alarm?"
"Communications jammer is effective, I'd guess they likely couldn't send distress signals even if they wanted to from here," Belfast said. "Briefing said that even siren signals get lost here."
Glorious nodded. "So they don't know we're here."
"They shouldn't, according to what we've been able to find out about this form of jamming. Commander was curious about why they didn't make its use more widespread, it seems it affects them too, so it would be terrible to deploy in combat," she explained.
Glorious hadn't asked, but the question had been answered anyway. As it was to be expected, from a ship with Belfast's accolades.
The self-proclaimed Head Maid followed one step behind, though her eyes were peeled, and Glorious took the lead, sensors working at capacity. Normally, neither of them would be here, performing this specific task, but…
"This place is a dump," Glorious muttered, as her nose was tickled by a peculiar, unfamiliar smell, as the two went well below the surface of the ocean, seeking its source. Soon enough, the hallway of stairs gave way to a wider, much more open room, an antechamber clearly meant to house people at least temporarily. A lobby, even.
"It's in a bit of disrepair," Belfast agreed, raising her dress slightly as she stepped over a pile of mechanical rubble, machines smashed together into a pile of scrap, and what appeared to be tubes and hoses that were torn or broken. "This is… old, however – and by the looks of it, this was here before the facility became abandoned," she mused, crouching down and running a gloved hand on the surface of the discarded machinery.
It was covered in dust, far thicker and settled in. Strangely, no rust, nowhere to be seen. In fact…
"If it weren't for all the dust everywhere," Glorious muttered as she looked at the seats, the table, and even the door that lead deeper into the facility, "I'd even think that this facility is still active."
There wasn't even a broken or non-functional light, anywhere to be seen.
Belfast nodded.
"As expected of the head maid, I must not be left behind, I have to continue forward, for glory," muttered the blonde, as she looked at the door and frowned… before deciding there was no point in trying to figure out the pass code to get further. She hit one, two, three and then four on the keypad and hit enter and-
The door slid open with the sound of hydraulics moving.
Glorious blinked.
The silver haired maid ship gave her a bow. "Excellent work," she said.
The smell became stronger, however, and it almost repulsed Glorious, though she still couldn't identify it at all. However, as it became stronger, she also could vaguely think that she might have smelled something like it, not quite so pungent, not quite so excessive… but…
They lookd at each other, and at the dimly lit facilities on the other side. If the lights worked via motion sensors, there was a definite possibility that the lights would come on as soon as they stepped in.
Without further word and with an expression of determination, Glorious gathered herself and stepped forth dauntlessly.
"Ah, do you believe that prudent-"
There was a strong sound as the lights almost seemed to explode on, glaring harshly down on Glorious, who was forced to cover her eyes with her arm, for just an instant. When she removed it and looked forward, the first thing she saw was that the room was almost entirely empty. White walls, white tilled floors, and one-way mirrored windows on the far end, opposite side from the door they'd entered in.
Belfast entered behind Glorious and looked around. "I would imagine the two slightly off color panels between those windows," she spoke, gesturing at the two squares that made a rectangle about the size of a person, "are a door, and not a wall."
The blonde nodded. "Looks like it. Well, nothing here besides that," she said, gesturing at the two upright slabs. White steel, looking like nothing more than two innocuous obstacles, barriers maybe?
Perhaps this was a weapons testing facility, and those were simply there to be used as targets? They did look sturdy.
"Watch your step," Belfast commented, looking at the ground. "These tiles are quite slippery…"
Glorious nodded. There was some strange surface coating that made them difficult to walk on. Sticky, yet slippery? Strangely enough, it actually fit. Making worse conditions for combat only made the combat training more effective.
Finally, they made their way over to the door, or what they thought was a door. When Belfast began to look around it, she eventually managed to tap one of the tiles in such a way that she found it could be removed. Taking it off revealed a console behind it.
Both ship girls huddled together, as the console blared to life, and after a few minutes of start-up and rebooting, Belfast began to sift through the data she found within the console. It was difficult to read, for the most part, because of its fragmented nature. Primarily it seemed like lots of different files were stored in lots of different places with non-indicative names, and most of it was junk.
A trap to keep prying eyes away, or simply inefficient record keeping? Hard to say.
"Perhaps you could check to see if there's another exit to this room?" Belfast asked.
Glorious nodded. "We need to keep investigating this facility, and if we can find a mainframe, it'd be better than a terminal, right?"
"Assuming this is a terminal and not the mainframe. A research facility would have a bigger computer, but… you never know," Belfast said.
As one of them kept working the computer, the other began to walk about the room, inspecting it.
It took quite a bit of time to decipher the encoding, and start piecing the puzzle together, but soon enough, Belfast found herself putting together the pieces in the correct order, and as she heard Glorious alternatingly walk, and tap on tiles to check for removable ones, Belfast began to read the documentation she could Frankenstein together.
"How interesting… this was a research facility alright, and it was abandoned because the experiments conducted were a failure, as well as the natural- oh, so it's an interaction between the magnetic field and their jamming device that produces the impenetrable waves…" Belfast muttered. It was actually quite interesting, and would likely be highly useful to the Commander, so she set about copying all the files regarding this that she could.
As she did, she set about reading the nature of the experiments. "Hm… synthetic… reproduction machinery?" she muttered. "What could this mean… it says here it was a failure… oh, I see… so this facility was created-" she nodded to herself, interrupting her own words.
Belfast turned around. "Be careful, Glorious, this facility is more dangerous than we thought!"
The blonde turned around to look at Belfast as she spoke, but at the same time as she did, she stepped into the sticky, slippery substance that covered parts of the floor, and as her foot slid from under her, she flailed with her arms… accidentally hitting, and depressing, one of the tiles on the wall next to her.
"Seedbed Shipgirls detected. Deploying restraints."
The voice was entirely mechanical and emotionless, lacking in inflection. A synthesizer.
"O-Oh dear..!" Belfast muttered, as the facility suddenly seemed to come to life, the sounds of its engines, of its hydraulics, of its systems both mechanical and digital, roaring back to life.
"W-What just happened?" Glorious asked.
The slabs in the middle, of polished white steel, hummed loud for a moment before with the sound of air leaving a compressed compartment, seemed to open up. On each of them, four holes formed, and from those holes emerged what looked to be metallic hoses, tipped with grabby claws.
Glorious only had a moment to be surprised when the metallic arms seized her, one on each wrist, and one on each ankle. She felt a strange discharge of energy flooding her body, and she realized almost immediately that she instantly felt weaker, like it had zapped all her energy away.
She cried out in surprise as she was dragged to the slab in the middle, screaming all the way, until her back slammed against the steel, driving the air out from her, causing her to gasp. Her limbs were quickly fastened to the slab, and she opened her eyes to see Belfast in the exact same position as her, opposite on the other slab.
Limbs spread, firmly pressed against the slab. "B-Belfast, what's happening," Glorious didn't so much ask as she pleaded for a response.
"This facility was created to experiment with artificially inseminating, well, shipgirls like us to produce Sirens," Belfast said, giving Glorious something of a displeased grimace. "And it seems you stumbled on the activation button."
"What!?" Glorious cried. "H-How-"
"Oh, but fret not," Belfast said, turning her expression to a smile. "It appears the experiment was a failure."
Glorious sighed. "S-So the machines don't work," she said, looking around, and only hearing the humming from the facility's machines.
"Well, no, they work. In fact, they worked a little too well, in some regards. Apparently the pleasure was too intense, and the test subjects could not endure it," Belfast spoke. "However, the experiment was deemed a failure, due to the flaws from the laboratory AI controlling the machines, and the fact that the artificial semen created was deemed non-viable for reproduction."
"Restraints deployed. Commencing preparation phase."
"What's that mean!?" Glorious asked.
And then the ground below her opened, as a tile between her and Belfast depressed and vanished into a deep black abyss.
"It means that we just need to endure, and once the machine deems us sufficiently inseminated, it will let us go," Belfast spoke.
And then, a veritable tower of mechanical tentacles erupted from the ground, or at least, that's what it looked like to Glorious, as a mass of tentacles spiraled from the middle, shiny metal looking slick and wet. It was covered in the same substance that was all over the floor, Glorious noted absent mindedly.
"Endure what!?" Glorious asked, eyes wide as several thin metal tubes, hoses, tipped with what seemed to be… scissors? "Are we gonna get tortured?"
"Not exactly," Belfast said, offering her something of a resigned smile. "Just sit back and think of England, Glor-eep!"
The thin mechanical tentacles moved fast, barely making a sound, and even more began to separate from the mass, rapidly reaching the two restrained shipgirls. Several wrapped around each, going under Belfast's big dress and apron, easily sneaking under her skirts, through her sleeves, and under her collar.
Glorious let out a rather undignified yelp of her own as the thin tubes did the same to her, though her much tighter minidress showed off the bulges of the tubes wrapping all over her body. "W-What, not there, no no, those are- that's- no!"
And then there was a ripping sound that was almost deafeningly loud, that resonated through the empty room despite the mechanical noises of the facility.
Glorious and Belfast only had a moment to realize what was happening as it did, as their clothes were thorn from them in just an instant, dresses ripped to shreds as the machinery that had trapped them held them still, while the tubes that had crept up onto their bodies pulled away with strong force.
There was only brief snipping to follow as the two shipgirls found themselves divested of the final shreds of their clothing. Or rather, Glorious found herself without a stitch of clothing on her body left, whereas Belfast… "Why'd they- they cut my panties but not yours?!" Glorious complained.
Belfast blinked, and it seemed like the facility caught up and another thin white steel tube, almost looking like it was a bit ashamed, wrapped around Belfast's panties, a dark blue number with a decorative little apron detail on the front, was ripped off of her body. "Those were the Commander's favorites…" Belfast muttered. "That wasn't very nice, Glorious."
"I- I'm sorry I didn't- wait, it was gonna happen anyway!" Glorious reasoned. "A-Anyway, we have to get out of here fast, I don't wanna be stuck here naked!"
"I don't think we're in too much of a bind here," Belfast said, pausing for a moment but clearly deciding not to chastise herself for the bad pun, "the facility is a failure, it should be completely fine. When it's done it will release us."
"When it's done doing what?" Glorious asked, eyes opened wide as the thin tentacles retreated and then she witnessed as the mass reached the ceiling, depressing the tile there and connecting to something.
Directly above the two shipgirls, two tiles retracted and a pair of tubes, each as fat as either girl's arm, began to descend from the ceiling.
"Wha- what's that?" the blonde asked, looking at the strange device at the tip of the machine slowly lowering towards her.
The silver haired cruiser tilted her head in confusion. "Are you not familiar? As I said, this facility was created to attempt to synthetically reproduce Sirens in an efficient and effective, as well as impersonal, way, using shipgirls as seedbeds, so to speak."
The device at the tip of the metal dangling tentacle opened up, revealing two smaller tentacles that extended towards each shipgirl's chest. They were tipped with some kind of glass syringe, with some sort of strange purple liquid sloshing within the syringe. Glorious struggled against her binds, but could do little – and when she tried to shake her chest as the syringes approached, the slab holding her in place produced a band around her midsection, of that same strange white steel, that held her firmly in place.
"No! Stay away!" Glorious shouted as the tentacles jabbed the needles at her chest, both of them finding their mark exactly as they painlessly slipped into her pink nipples, causing her to gasp in more surprise than anything else.
The carrier gurgled as she was caught mid breath, the strange, overpowering sensation of something being injected directly into her breasts robbing her of reason for a moment. She panted, and noticed that a similar fate befell Belfast, who had not struggled but had still been jabbed with the purple liquid.
"W-What's this, I feel strange," Glorious muttered.
"Th-the heat, is quite intense!" Belfast muttered.
"The wha-" Glorious hissed as it felt like liquid fire began to spread first from her chest, then quickly through her entire body. She wanted to scream, but also hated the idea of giving the machines the satisfaction of making her scream, so she held her voice in even as she squirmed in place.
When it felt like it was too much, the tentacles retracted once more, and they were once again replaced – this time, the tentacles that descended split up to reveal two hoses with cups attached at the front, which quickly latched onto the shipgirls' tits. Glorious felt hers were surprisingly comfortable, and felt an immense relief when they began to apply suction…
For all of two seconds, because the terribly itchy heat was replaced with a mindbendingly powerful pleasure, a feeling she barely ever experienced, something almost entirely new that made it feel like it wasn't just her tits getting sucked but her very soul… and then she felt even greater relief, and almost heard a strangely squishy sound.
Her eyes opened, and she focused on Belfast, voice coming out in short, labored moans, as a familiar white liquid was being squirted out of the head maid's breasts and into the cups, quickly sucked into the hose. Glorious' head was swimming, and as she looked at her own chest, she saw that the same was happening to her, and that waves of distracting pleasure shook her and burst through her body with every burst of liquid from her chest.
She moaned out loud, unable to control her voice, as the pressure increased, the force the machine was sucking with was even greater… and as she looked down at her chest, she noticed the tile underneath her opening up as well.
Horror filled her as a slim tentacle, a bit thinner than the hoses attached to her chest, gleaming in lubricated white steel, began raising from the darkness. At first, it was slow, but soon, it was starting to speed up. The tip was strangely bullet shaped.
"G-Glory," Belfast spoke, voice a bit strained, "l-listen to me, this is important, I- I'm gonna need, need you to relax, okay, r-relax your muscles, e-especially your lower body!" she shouted.
"W-what?" Glorious asked. "B-Bel, I don't, I don't know what's going on, I need- help, we need, distress, send a call, something!" but they couldn't, they were jammed in here, they couldn't call anyone for help!
"J-Just do it, relax, relax or it's gonna hurt!" Bel warned, hurriedly.
A bit out of it, with the still distracting pleasure emanating from her chest, lessening a little but still almost throwing her train of thought off its rails every time another spurt of milk was extracted from her chest, Glory did as the head maid ordered – trusting what had to be her greater experience in such matters.
She did her best to relax, to let go of tension, to only think about happy things… and then her eyes crossed as she felt the bullet-tipped tentacle between her legs for only a brief moment before she felt the lubricated cold steel invade a hole that was never meant for stuff to come in, an exhaust so to speak.
After a brief moment Glory shook like a leaf in the wind and found herself restrained once more, as she cried out, the cups almost filling entirely with the tremendous squirt of milk she spurted out at that moment.
"Oh- oh that was beautiful," Bel commented. "Ah, that's, that's nice- oh, it's- opening!?"
Indeed, the bullethead inside their buttholes opened up, and seemingly expanded until- until it plugged up their bums entirely. And then they felt something squirt up the tube, and Glory made the mistake of looking down to see a bulge in the tube rapidly traveling up. Before she could even scream, the blonde carrier saw the bulge reach between her legs and disappear behind her own body, and then she felt the liquid being squirted up her bum, filling it up entirely in a single moment.
She let out a voiceless cry, mouth open but no noise coming out, as she felt more stuffed than she ever had.
"N-Nutrients..!" Bel informed, and Glory noted that the head maid was sweaty, redfaced and disheveled, an incredibly uncommon sight, and one that she found strangely charming. "A-Aphro-ugh!"
If nothing else, Glory was thankful that she got to see something like that. Heat spread from below, and it felt almost like the heat was baking away all thought processes, leaving only sensations and feelings.
"Seedbeds prepared. Commencing insemination."
The voice was as cold and emotionless as ever, but somehow, it managed to fill Glory with dread. Preparation complete? Insemination?
A large tentacle came from the hole in front of each of the slabs.
"Aah, Glory, you're, you're about to experience something wonderful," Bel said, as her own eyes were glued to the tentacle in front of her. The tip was not something that Glory was familiar with, but clearly, Bel was. "It's… anatomically similar…"
"B-Bel, I'm, I'm scared, I- I feel weird, I feel hot, I feel like I can't think straight, it feels like I'm sinking and I don't know what to do," Glory cried, brain swimming in the extremely hot sea of feelings she found herself in, rocked by waves of distracting pleasure, coming from her butt, from her chest, from the strangely intense smell in the air, even from the sight of Bel, panting, smiling, looking for all the world like she was having the mother of all vacations.
"It's okay, Glory, it's all okay, just sit back and think of the commander alright?" Bel cooed. "That's it, just close your eyes, close your eyes and think of the Commander's face, that's how you do it… now relax, and ride the pleasure!"
Glory gulped, but did as Bel explained, closing her eyes and picturing the man who had ordered them on this mission, the man who had earned her respect, her admiration, and mayhaps, he might have wormed his way into her hea-"AAAAAAAAAAARtttttt!" she screeched out loud as she felt something beyond all explanation, the moment that the mechanical tentacle that had been looming before shoved its way directly between her lower lips, the slick, lubricated tool spreading her lips like it was nothing and ramming in like it owned the place.
Glory and Bel let out matching cries as they were both simultaneously penetrated, and both of them looked at each other. Glorious and Belfast, a carrier and a cruiser, both of them respected and reliable in their own right…
And now, Glorious looked at the headmaid, mouth open, tongue lolling out, eyes nearly rolling back, as the tentacle began to retract and then extend once more, the head maid moaning sloppily and without a care in the world, as the artificial tool penetrated her.
It was simultaneously horrible to watch, a pillar of clean neatness turned into this sloppy pile of woman, and distressingly beautiful, the sight of sheer, undiluted bliss and happiness that dominated the maid, not a care in the world as she enjoyed herself to the fullest.
Not that Glorious could concentrate on that for much longer, as her ability to ignore the tool that was now starting to move going away as it began to drag itself out of her inhumanly tight, wet cunt, almost feeling like it was scrapping her folds on its way out. It was big, it was thick, it was strangely shaped, and most important of all, it felt mind boggingly fantastic to have her insides gouged out by it.
No longer able to protest, Glorious even felt her face twisting, no longer able to scowl, or even grimace, her own mouth opening widely as she voiced out her pleasure.
"T-That's it, G-Glory!" Bel praised, "just let loose, and relax! And enjoy yourself!"
Crying out in pleasure, Glorious didn't even acknowledge that, instead her open eyes, even as her vision swam, caught another tentacle much like the one between her lower lips, dropping from the ceiling. She blinked in surprise, but it was on her in just a moment, and before she could even think of closing her mouth, the strangely soft tip of the tentacle was in her mouth, and invading her throat, and making her feel like she no longer had a throat – it was just another set of genitalia, another vagina, nothing more than a hole for the tentacles to explore and fuck her in!
The rough treatment didn't stop, for her part, opposite her, the tentacles had began to attack Belfast more intensely than before, not only did one descend to begin ravaging her open mouth, but four more had come, two of which had wrapped around the head maid's breasts at their base, squeezing and toying with them, causing even more milk to squirt out into the draining milk pumps, but two very thin ones, one of which had its tip spread into many small tentacles, and wrap said more flexible tentacles around the shipgirl's clitoris, first forcing it out of its little hood, then roughly and brutally massaging it, playing with it, squeezing, pinching, flicking it, all sorts of things, and by the sight of it and her muffled screams, Belfast was loving every moment of it.
The head maid seemed to have completely surrendered to the pleasure, in ways Glorious envied and feared.
The final tentacle that descended, however, had a strangely flat tip that widened out… in fact, if she didn't know any better, Glorious would've assumed it was tipped with what looked to be some sort of… brand?
It began to glow red, and then the blonde had the horrifying, sinking feeling that she was exactly correct. That was a brand. And it was heating up, and then it planted itself just over Belfast's crotch, just above it. Belfast thrashed for only a moment, but given the ridiculous amount of milk she spurted as she did, and the veritable flood of liquids that exploded out of her vagina, it was clear that the head maid had cum her brains out from the branding process.
When the brand tentacle pulled back, there was a set of black bars engraved near Belfast's crotch, a code to be read with a scanner.
The brand turned towards Glorious, and she had neither the strength nor the will to struggle. Instead, her eyes looked up, and she saw with mild fascination the bulges in the tentacle pounding her throat, as they began to descend from the celing, thick, fat blobs that looked like beads, making the hose look like a bead string. Each was the size of her head, it looked insane that this was liquid that was about to be poured directly down her throat…
But Glorious at this point welcomed it, her throat wanted it, her pussy squirmed, more liquid was poured up her ass, more and more milk was extracted from her as her brain was fried by the absurdly intense pleasure invading her every sense.
The burning pain of the brand sent her spiraling into a dangerous vortex of pleasure, rather than hurting or breaking her out of the daze of pleasure, she felt nothing but highlights, of how much better it made everything she felt.
And then the blobs of liquid reached her, and she felt the incredibly delicious thick cream that had been poured up her ass being poured down her throat, and she swallowed, contently and happily, using her throat to massage the invading tentacle, face just as red, just as sloppy, just as happy and blissful, as Belfast's.
The two shipgirls received similar treatment, and soon enough, both of them were deemed ready, and the tentacles in their pussies went haywire, beginning to pump harder, harder and harder, quickly making mechanical noises that spoke of great effort, and more importantly, bulging up as the seed they were to implant in the shipgirl seedbeds was gathered from a reservoir somewhere and then as the bulging tentacles delivered it to them, both shipgirls reached pleasure capacity.
Simultaneous muffled screams almost shook the facility with their potency, as both shipgirls were creampied simultaneously, the absurdly sticky, plentiful dick milk that was poured up their tight snatches whiting out their thoughts from within, dragging orgasms from them that multiplied, stacking together with every further load that was poured into them.
Glory's mouth remained open even as the tentacle retreated, and she felt the thing shoot the white fluids it'd been pouring down her throat all over her chest, staining her further.
"Insemination complete. Commencing observation period to ensure impregnation."
Glorious panted, mind catching up with the situation. She sobbed a little, as the rest of the tentacles began to pull back. First was the one in her pussy, her gaping cunt unable to close on time, causing some of the seed that was poured directly into her vagina to begin seeping out, the ridiculously thick, sticky seed feeling more like she was leaking plaster than anything else.
Even worse was the fact that she didn't know if she felt this strange sensation of loss and shame more because of what had happened to her, or because it was over. A feeling of pathetic dependence overtook her, and she caught herself before she could let out a whine that would indicate her desire for the tentacles not to leave her. Finally, with one last pleasurable squirt, it seemed the machine had decided it'd had enough of her breast milk, and the cups finally detached.
It took several minutes, but Glorious finally caught her breath, and the pink haze of pleasure that covered her nerves and disrupted her thoughts finally lessened, and she was finally able to concentrate again, and see the world around her once more, rather than her entire awareness being reduced to tentacles and nothing else.
Her eyes focused on the head maid, on the slab opposite her, who seemed to have caught her breath remarkably and admirably fast, as she was, in fact… strangely looking calm and relaxed.
Unlike Glorious, who felt the shame of being covered in the sticky white seed all over her chest, and dripping down her legs, the head maid was… well, not quite impeccable, sweaty, still a little red faced, and with her hair made into a mess, but… There wasn't a drop of sticky tentacle juice anywhere on her.
"B-Bel?" Glory asked, a bit distressed. "Y-You okay? We're, we're done right, we-"
Belfast sighed. "Unfortunately," she said. "We've been branded, according to record," she said, her hand moving and patting at her new tattoo, "as long as we have these, the machines will not recognize us as viable targets for insemination."
Glory slumped in her bonds, sighing. "Oh, thank goodness," she said, "I don't know if I could face anyone else in the Royal Navy if I had to endure another humiliation like this…"
Belfast frowned. "I see that you've made quite a bit of a mess," the head maid stated, nodding as she looked about, stepping away from the slab. "I suppose a head maid's job is never over," she muttered, as she took wobbly steps on unsteady legs towards Glorious.
"W-Wait, Bel, you're free?" Glory asked. "H-How, quickly, how do I break out?"
Belfast smiled. "Oh? That? The restraints were meant to be used on Destroyers… not much good on an Edinburgh class," she spoke.
Glory blinked, then- she found no slack, nor weakness, on the restraints. She pulled at them, hard. "I… see, that thing they injected on us made us weaker!"
"Oh, no, it did no such thing, it just felt very good and stimulated lactation," Belfast explained. "Really, the experiments they conducted had some fascinating results," she spoke, stretching a bit.
"So you could've…"
"Broken out of my restraints at any time, yes," Belfast confirmed. "But this sort of opportunity does not come often," she spoke, smiling. "That said, you've made quite the mess, you shouldn't be such a sloppy eater," the head maid tutted.
"Belfast, release me," Glory demanded.
The head maid hummed as she dropped to her knees in front of Glorious, inspecting her bonds for a moment, nodding to herself… and then putting a gloved hand on each of Glorious' thighs, spreading her legs apart a little further.
"B-Bel, what are you doing?" Glorious asked, voice sounding small and unsure.
"My job as a maid, Glory, I'm going to clean you up…" Belfast said, adjusting her maid hat on top of her head, and then leaning in, tongue lapping at the seed dripping down Glorious' inner thighs. Belfast moaned, gathering seed, popping it into her mouth, and savouring it, before swallowing it down with what was clearly dirty delight. "Delicious… your honey really brings out the cream's taste," the maid hummed.
"W-What are you saying, just, just release me from this thing okay?" Glorious asked. "What- what if they impregnated us with Sirens, this, this was about reproduction right?"
"Relax," Belfast said. "The data was clear. The semen is non-viable," she spoke. "And as you might have noticed, the machines do not quite understand how reproduction works and treat every hole as a goal."
Glorious winced, feeling a little sore from all the semen poured directly into her ass, and a bit bloated from the semen in her stomach… and still sticky and filthy, from the semen on her chest. It was still warm too!
"Please excuse me, and thank you for the meal," Belfast said, smiling up at Glorious for a brief moment, before taking up the pace, tongue lapping at the blonde carrier's thighs, all the way up to her snatch, easily cleaning her out of all the semen dripping out of her, and then latching her mouth directly onto Glorious' pussy.
Belfast was clearly no novice at this act, experienced and skilled at service, as any good maid should be, and there was no way that the blonde, still hypersensitive from the aphrodisiacs and the extremely good sex she'd just endured, was reduced to melting slag at the hands of Belfast's tender and loving attentions.
Her tongue was soft, but insistent, and Belfast was patient, careful and loving in all of her movements, teasing at Glorious' sensitive spots, caressing and kissing and touching at all the sore spots left behind by the rough tentacle.
Glorious eeped as she felt something begin to move, at her anus… something was stuck there!? Belfast's hand was playing with something back there! And she only now noticed?!
"Convenient, isn't it? No mistakes, no spilling, if it's plugged," Belfast explained, pulling back from Glorious' pussy, now almost shiny, sparkling clean, after the maid had paid some loving attention to it.
The silver haired cruiser then began to alternatingly kiss and lick her way up Glorious' tummy, taking special care to softly kiss and caress with her fingers the sore area around the brand. It hurt only a little, it certainly didn't feel like she'd had a brand burned onto her, if anything, it was slightly ticklish and it felt good to be touched there.
One of Belfast's hands slipped down to Glorious' puffy pussy, and began massaging it softly, keeping her hot and bothered, forcing her breathing to come in short gasps, and the silver haired maid began lapping up at the thick, sticky seed that coated Glorious' chest, dragging little gasps and moans of pleasure of the carrier as she began cleaning up the blonde's chest.
Belfast even paid special, loving attention to each of Glorious' abused, sticky nipples, swirling them with her tongue, sealing her lips around each, and sucking up the last remnants of the blonde's milk, giving Glorious another sting of pleasure and relaxation, as she felt the final bits of the incredibly potent liquid that had caused her to lactate and been heating up her body disappear, absorbed into her body to produce the last few spurts of milk that Belfast greedily drank.
Finally, when Belfast had finished cleaning up Glorious' chest, she continued up, kissing her way up the carrier's chest, neck and finally her cheeks, lapping up the final bits of semen, gathering them into her mouth, and then, with one hand behind her head, buried in Glorious' blonde tresses, and the other teasing at her pussy, the cruiser invaded the carrier's personal space, and soft lips met soft lips, Glorious not even having the mental presence to resist or question anything.
Belfast's tongue poked at Glorious' closed lips, and she allowed her entrance, but when she did, before Glorious had even a moment's realization, the maid poured the semen she had collected, partially from Glorious' chest, partially from her face, directly into the carrier's mouth, and then used her tongue, massaging and wrestling Glorious', and her firm grip on the carrier, to teasingly and sweetly force her to drink the thick, delicious and sticky seed.
Not that Belfast stopped kissing Glorious for even a moment, nor did she stop teasing the carrier's pussy. As they kissed, Glorious wrapped her arms around the head maid and pressed their bodies together, feeling the heat increase between them, as the effect of Belfast's ministrations made the fading aphrodisiacs flare up for one last wave of intense, potent pleasure that caused Glorious to almost melt into the head maid's arms, as she let out a muffled cry into Belfast's lips while orgasming for one final time.
The blonde simply allowed herself to rest, recover, and gather herself in Belfast's arms, as the head maid patted her head and rubbed soothing circles on her back.
Belfast shushed Glorious, whispering words of comfort and sweet nothings into her ear as the blonde tried to gather herself, after the incredibly intense experiment she had endured. "Bel… Bel, I'm dirty now, the-" she sobbed, "the commander's never gonna want a dirty girl like me now, I, I-" she hiccupped, almost crushing the light cruiser against her body, as she let out a long, howling cry of despair.
"It's okay, it's okay, the commander will understand… It's okay," Belfast muttered. "You had fun, we enjoyed ourselves, he'll understand, I promise, he won't think any less of you…"
Glorious sobbed. "B-But, but, I was- I was saving it for him, my first time..!" Glorious sobbed.
"But… well, Glory, you're… you're still a virgin you know?" Bel said, almost a bit stupefied by the idea.
"B-But, but-"
Belfast giggled. "These are just toys, that's fine, it's no different than touching yourself!" the head maid explained. "It'll be fine, first, you're still a virgin, and second, even if you weren't, trust me, the commander won't mind, not one bit!"
Glorious looked up at her, eyes a bit watery. Belfast kissed her forehead, and just hugged her until the blonde recovered from the emotionally and physically exhausting experience. It'd be fine. She was crashing down from the pleasure high she'd just experienced, and feeling the whiplash.
She'd be just fine when she had time to truly gather herself and realize she was being silly because her hormones were thrown out of whack due to what they'd experienced. But until then, Bel had absolutely no problem being the anchor that held Glory in place as she braved the waves of her own emotional turmoil.
"Why don't you go out and get some fresh air? I'll try to collect what data I can, see if I can find something for us to wear, and then we'll head back, alright?"
Glorious nodded, and with wobbly steps, headed towards the surface. Belfast smiled as she watched the blonde walk, at first unsteady and worried, but soon, she was catching herself. Glorious was strong, they'd both been through a lot, and Belfast knew that the carrier would soon be back to her usual self… albeit, with one more incident under her belt to remind her to be more prudent with her step.
The biggest such incident so far.
Belfast sighed, and headed back to the console. By this point, the console was entirely decrypted. The Intel division's support was invaluable, she mused, as much as their work was exemplary. The copied all the data she could to the prepared drive, and then went looking for the scraps of her apron, finding the special drive that the commander had given her some time ago, and then stuck it into the console, to begin download of the footage captured from the 'experiment'.
Every single second of it, caught in ultra HD. Every debauched second of the two being thoroughly, completely, and very roughly, fucked and inseminated. Even if it simply could not take, the thought of it was hot in its own way. For a moment, a fantasy of raising the commander's son or daughter passed through Belfast's mind, but she dispelled it, and instead looked at the facility's documentation once more. She pulled up a map, and looked at where the warehouse was. She nodded to herself, and spotted where they stored their stuff.
There, she wouldn't quite find clothes, but she would find fabric and supplies she could use to fashion out clothing from. But most importantly… she found a series of bottles, set in thermal boxes that would keep them cool and fresh.
Bottles branded with recognizable bar codes, and filled to the brim with the products of Belfast and Glorious' breasts.
Belfast smiled to herself, thinking of how happy the commander was going to be. She could already begin to imagine the rewards that the commander would heap upon them, and despite the incredibly lewd experience she'd just undergone, Belfast already felt herself heating up again.
She moaned to herself, wiggling a little in place. After her experience, she wondered if she could convince the commander to include Glorious into their together time. The blonde deserved it, after all, half the reason they even succeeded was her in the first place!
Oh, the thought was already causing the head maid to burn hotter than ever, as she thought of how she could express her thanks to Glorious for that performance!