SSSS Chapter 22 (Patreon)

“We should go back for him,” Sonja growled, testily pulling at the seatbelt that she still willfully allowed to restrain her.

“I know,” Wanda said, though her foot was still holding the gas pedal down to the floor mat, keeping the speedometer deep on the right side of the gauge.

Traffic was light this early in the morning, the roads still dark and damp from the rain, making the car drift a little when she took a turn, slosh when the tires dipped through a low point in the street. Wanda kept an eye on the rear-view mirror, but didn’t trust its emptiness. She knew Peter must’ve fought like hell to keep those things off their backs, but was there any chance he’d gotten all of them? That even he could’ve won?

In rapid succession, Wanda looked at the rear-view again, caught a glimpse of something, but she was already looking back out the windshield—and when she did, she saw the Blackbird shoot ahead of them. Its jets were running so cool it could’ve been gliding, or so Wanda thought until it twisted, pivoted, coming around to face the car like a VTOL hummingbird. Wanda slammed on the brakes with it hovering there, blocking the way.

Sonja practically climbed over the passenger seat for a closer look. “I have taken off my seatbelt!” she pronounced firmly.

Wanda patted at her in an attempt to mollify the redhead. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” She could see into the cockpit of the airplane. “That’s the X-Men!”

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Betsy fell onto her side, shaking in orgasm, cum drooling from her violated holes. Another tentacle thrust into her sloppy, loosened anus and she squirmed her ass back against its hardness. It fucked into her in one long, fast plunge, but Betsy soon lost track of its progress as two more tentacles wrapped around her ankles, jerking her legs apart.

“Let’s see if we’ve fucked all the whore out of your dirty little cunt yet!” Jean shouted.

For a moment, Betsy’s head spun at how completely she’d been defiled, reduced from a cool, confident member of the X-Men to a panting fuck-slut. Then her consciousness swam with lust again as a fat tentacle filled her cunt. It stuffed itself inside her with lustful speed, stretching her ravished little sex like it never had been before.

The tentacles in front of her and behind her batted Betsy back and forth like a senseless piece of meat—Betsy would’ve objected to the treatment if orgasm after orgasm weren’t quaking inside her, rolling through her battered body. Her flesh appreciated being subjected to this far more than her mind could protest it.

Another tentacle rubbed against the soft curve of her hip until it came, spurting seed all over her right flank. As its cream ran in rivers down over Betsy’s silky, trembling stomach, another tentacle neared her face. Betsy opened her mouth obediently, knowing what it wanted to use her face for.

Her eyes glazed over as the tentacle joined in fucking her around and around, cramming her every hole with thick, throbbing masculinity. Sparkling lines of saliva ran from her chin, shaken from her mouth by the brutal pounding of the tentacle between her lips. Another tentacle held her head in place by a loop around her neck, making her stay still to receive the quick, short strokes of the tentacle using her mouth.

Betsy lathered it with her tongue, then her elegant cheeks drew inward as she sucked at the long, thick shaft of her ravager. Her eyes crossed when Betsy stared down the fleshy trunk of the tentacle violating her mouth. She bobbed her head in enthralled rhythm to the lunges with which it fucked her face.

The tentacle fucking her cunt shot its load and she twisted along with her writhing pussy, catching fire as the cum sizzled inside her sensitive folds. A moment later the tentacle fucked her ass exploded, filling her bowels with ropey spurts of ejaculate. Betsy came, screaming in hellish enjoyment around the tentacle using her mouth.

It came out in a gurgle and she gargled even harder when the tentacle in her mouth came down her throat. When it went limp, she babbled around its leaking tip, frothing saliva and seed in the midst of her orgasmic torture. She’d never before been made to feel this much, this often, this quickly.

Two more tentacles arced over Betsy’s curvaceous body and entered her squirming holes. She heard both her pussy and her asshole squish as the tentacles pushed aside the wetness inside her. Bubbling dollops of body-warm cum were forced out over her silky thighs.

The tentacle in her mouth speared deeper and she sucked it without even thinking. A moment later she felt tentacles wrapping around her wrists until they fitted their tips into her hands. She jerked on their hot ends, now pleasuring five of her phallic ravagers at once.

Betsy shook her head from side to side, pulling at the tentacle in her mouth with her lips, rubbing her satiny cheeks against the two tentacles she was pumping in her hands. Their slime ran over her hands in wet, sticky waves and the tentacle accepted the slick juices back into their own contours as she rubbed them. Soon both tentacles were fucking themselves through her fingers, the same way that others were plowing her mouth and asshole.

Betsy dragged the tentacles all over her lovely face, smearing her sculpted features with their slime, feeling the rushing pulse inside them as they hurdled toward climax thanks to her body. Cum shot onto Betsy’s face, first from one side and then from the other. Betsy whipped her head from side to side, rubbing the spurt tentacles against her cheeks in a maddened quest for more.

Fat ropes of cum exploded across her face, washing over her red lips in silver. Heavy pearls hung from her every chiseled feature and spunk frosted her hair with streaks of bright white to overpower the ribbon of purple already there.

“What a kinky little whore! No wonder Scott went for you! He’d probably feel sorry for you, depriving you of cock when you’re such an obvious cum addict!” Jean panted. It was her tentacle that Betsy was sucking off, but what she was really getting off on was the sight of Betsy’s delicate, stroking hands, dripping with cum as they flew up and down the tentacles in their grip. “Suck that thing, you dirty slut! You fucking nympho! God, I should take it away from you, just so I can hear you beg to be allowed to swallow it some more, but you’re just too damned good a cocksucker!”

Betsy plunged her pretty, flushed face down as far as she could on the tentacle in her mouth, taking inch after inch of its burning shaft. Her eyes set with crazed, fetishistic determination, Betsy rolled her luscious lips down until her mouth was absolutely packed with over a foot of the tentacle’s length. When she was sure her mouth could not be filled any tighter, she looked up proudly at her ravishers, enjoying her chain of orgasms even more with her satisfaction at what she’d accomplished.

They muttered and cursed in appreciation, but Betsy picked up Jubilee’s voice among the throng—the teenager as mouthy as ever, even now. “Oh geez, she’s so sexy! And we’re doing all this stuff to her, all at once, and she’s enjoying it… you think all of us will be enough for her?”

None of the women had ever seen a display as lascivious as how Betsy was being fucked. Her sleek body was shoved back and forth by the savage fucking the tentacles were giving her, her breasts jiggling, her groin awash with cum and her own squirting honey. Her face was covered by jism dribbling down her neck, and what could be seen under her liquid mask was contorted around the penetration of the tentacle in her mouth.

Her supple lips were spread obscenely wide and her cheeks bulged with the tentacle packed inside her gullet. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping with the last helping of cum down the soft hollow of her throat and onto her cleavage. Then the mixture was turned white by a viscous stream of cum, a tentacle spurting all over her buoyant chest.

When Jean saw it, she joined Betsy in orgasm, her tentacle forcing its seed down Betsy’s throat. The ninja coughed, sputtered, and tried to pull away from the ejaculating tentacle, but more held her in place—every woman there wanted to see her take that cum and swallow it. Her full lips stayed stretched around the tentacle as it throbbed out every last drop of jizz it had to give.

Cum trickled from Betsy’s nostrils and overflowed her tightly drawn lips. Eyes flashing, Betsy panicked as she tried to breathe through the long, ropy strands of semen. She shook and jerked in a wild attempt to get oxygen.

The watching women laughed, aroused by how Betsy’s struggles bounced around her tits and ass. The tentacle violating her well-used cunt and the one sodomizing her fucked-out ass were soon coming as well, spurting in Betsy so that all of her orifices ran white with flowing cum. Prodigious qualities of pungent semen washed out of her saturated holes almost as quickly as they entered.

Huge sprays of cum were flying out of Betsy’s splayed lips with every exhale. She gasped with relief when the tentacles ran out of cum and withdrew, grateful for even an instant to breathe without having to contend with being fucked.

She was still drooling out cum when the next tentacle went for her. It flicked her over onto her back like a deftly handled whip, then surged into her sloppy pussy with one brutal, rocking thrust. A second tentacle slapped down on Betsy’s taut belly, lathering itself in the sweat and cum and spit that already covered her, then rutted its lubricated heft into the silken valley of her firm breasts.

Two more tentacles dropped down into her open hands; she obligingly wrapped her fingers around them and started to pump. It seemed impossible to Betsy’s dazed mind that she was servicing so many cocks so quickly, that there were so many that wanted her—so much cum she could drown in it.

The tentacle fucking her pussy put a heavy force into rutting her, smashing her down into the bed with every stroke. Betsy held onto the tentacles in her hands as the one in her cunt fucked her harder and harder. She tried to hold herself in place by her grip, but then the tentacles were pulling, lifting her up into the fucking she was being given, helping their brother to force its way deeper into her sex. Betsy’s eyes rolled back into her head, unable to imagine the feeling when the tentacle finally came so deep in her unresisting flesh.

She dragged the two tentacles she was holding all over her sweaty face, wiping off the cum that had already covered her at the same time as she smeared more of it on in slimy trails. She thrust her chest up into the air, heaving her shoulders from side to side to give more pleasure to the tentacle fucking her tits. Her long, sensual legs stuck up in the air, one wrapping around the tentacle fucking her. Another tentacle snagged her other ankle and pulled her leg aside.

With her thighs parted so heavily, her cunt had a stranglehold on the tentacle fucking her. She felt every inch of it inside her, going back and forth, back and forth, pumping out the old cum that had filled her in its desperation to add to the lake inside Betsy.

She made the tentacles come one after another, moaning with relief as more and more seed was lathered onto her body, added to the ocean of semen that already soaked her insides. More relief filled her voice as jism spilled over her full breasts. It felt like hot oil rolling down the silky curves of her cleavage. Betsy let go of the tentacles that had already come in her hands to rub the cream into her body, spreading it into an even, glossy sheen over her luscious skin.

A new tentacle rolled her over, then wrapped around her bloated midsection, picking her up so that she was on her hands and knees. In this new position, cum poured out of her cunt like from a faucet and Betsy felt her bulging belly shrink a bit as she quivered, the feeling of being emptied reminding her of being filled so strongly that she came a little, all over again.

More tentacles ejaculated, as if leaching off her degenerate passion, and their seed slapped her face and rolled down her lovely features. Even as they bleached her white, a tentacle fucked into her ass. Betsy felt the cum it had dislodged from her asshole running between her buttocks; she keened in shame as a new climax further shattered her broken mind.