The robotic rescue mission came a few months later and rescued the Angels in a fairly perfunctory manner. Robots were fairly useless in combat against humans, but something about the machine impotence made them invincible against the rare tentacle threat. It always took considerable time to reactivate and deploy them.
Joanna's team was well-stretched in every hole, having been bred continuously by the tentacles for months, but in good shape considering. The endless stream of tentacle sperm had proven nourishing, and the fucking combined with breeding had kept their bodies sweating and well-toned.
The robots handed the Angels over to the bureaucracy. They were placed in quarantine, decontaminated, scrubbed with wire brushes, put on antibiotics, enemaed, and douched under pressure. Time passed.
Finally, Joanna's squad was ruled clean and released for shore leave on Starbase 1.
It was at this point that Joanna felt something stirring in her belly. |