Lost

"Oh,.. I am so fucked,.."
Mandy blinked her eyes a couple of times, their long lashes fluttering as she prayed with each close and open of her eyes that what she was looking at just wouldn't be there anymore.
"Crap,.." she sighed knowing her reputation was about to be ruined.
She was known as one of the Empire's most reliable and experienced Deep Space Patrol Cop's. Soon she'd be a whole lot more well known, for reasons that had nothing to do with her competence at Astrogation or her expert marksmanship.
"Why me? Why do I have to be the one to find out just what's inside a Salec ship-suit?"
Mandy's day had started like any other, patrolling her little corner of the galaxy, scanning ships for illegal cargo, fining those exceeding in-system speed limits or violating traffic laws, just your run of the mill beat-cop stuff.
"Fuck it's big,.."
At about 13:24 hours, the Salec shuttlecraft had buzzed an Ore-Carrier, risking life and limb for both the Shuttle's occupant and the carriers crew, setting off alarms in Mandy's Cruiser, making her spit out the lollipop she was half way through sucking, and she hated not getting to finish cheri-peach 'pops.
Less then 70 standard seconds later she'd warped in-system, dropping back in to realspace right on the Salec shuttles tail, lighting up her beacon's and drenching the shuttle with enough radio noise to make sure anyone inside knew they were being pulled up.
"Shouldn't have read all those pre-warp horror stories" Mandy thought aloud, looking again at the creature in front of her.
Just like any other traffic stop on any other day, she'd checked her safety systems, linked into the Salec shuttle's Navi-Comp, locked the two ships together and reached for her standard Uniform/EVA suit.
The uniform was one of the reasons she'd joined the space patrol. She loved the shiny black suit, the way it was intimidating and sexy all at once. She loved the way the boots fitted snugly all the way from her toes to her mid thighs. Same with the gloves that stretched from her fingertips to the middle of her upper arms. She always got a little shiver deep inside as she pulled the standard issue short shorts up over her hips, settling the soft inner lining of the pants against her well exercised butt, and less exercised then she’d like pussy.
She'd need to order a new crop top again, her full bosom just kept poking out under the bottom edge of the sleeveless top and stretching it out of shape, probably because they weren't designed to cope with her ample curve's - She'd even taken to leaving the top open when she was hidden inside her cruiser, after all, tit's don't sag in zero-g, and no-one could see her boobs in space.
Once her cruiser and the Salec shuttle were locked together, she'd pulled her crop top closed, leaving the top edge open far enough to show off the deep plunge of her cleavage, after all, you never know when your going to pull over some tri-d star or super rich stud.
She'd held her blonde tresses back and pulled her cap on, tapping the badge twice to activate the personal safety shield, checking to make sure the energy shield was functioning correctly, and that none of her air would leak out of it.
There'd been no sign of anything abnormal as she'd floated across to the shuttle, and then cycled through it's airlock, her badge id giving her access to all such systems.
Now however, things were different.
Now, she'd walked in on a Salec prince before he'd been able to get in to his own shipsuit.
She'd found out what a Salec really looked like, and just how big they were.
She'd found out just how her body would react to meeting the vision of horror from those 20th century comics, suprised that her under-used sex was tingling, and her nipples were pointing hard lumps into her crop top.
"Oh my, that's a whole lot of tentacles,..."

The Prince sniffed the air, noting the pheromones and the sexual arousal of the human female, and hoping his parents wouldn't find out that he'd taken the shuttle out joy-riding again.
"Um, is there anyway I can get out of a fine Officer?"
"Perhaps,.." Mandy said, breathing deep and slowly levering the seal of her low cut top open.
She’d almost got it apart by the time the his first tentacle wrapped around her right leg, working it’s way up and around her thigh, watched by Mandy’s bright blue eyes.
“You do realize my species are telepathic” the prince’s voice sounded in Mandy’s head. “And your fantasy’s are very loud to me, so I’m sorry Mandy, but this is gonna hurt,..”
While he’d spoke, the prince had wrapped tentacles around her arms, her belly, her throat, and woven them in and out of the two garments that made up the main part of her uniform, immobilizing her completely.
He teased her mouth with the tip of one of his mating tentacles, distracting her while he shifted his weight and tested his grip, letting her mouth receive the mating tip, then, as he finished his sentence, he acted.
Mandy tried to scream with a mouth full of alien cock as the tentacles holding her suddenly ripped and writhed, her sexy shiny uniform tearing in to tiny shreds as her arms were pulled upwards, legs forced wide, her back arched and head pulled back, exposing her in one harsh fluid move. She tossed her long blonde hair around as the mating cock forced it’s way in to her throat, the thicker body of the tentacle pushing her mouth painfully wide as the muscles pushed the cock deep inside her.
Barely able to breath, through her nose and around the slender tip, Mandy fought not to gag as the muscles in the tentacle rippled. “My rep’s shot, but there’s no way I’m gonna blow chunks while my mouths full of cock” she thought, convulsing several times as she got her guts under control while she fought against her gag reflex.
While she did, the prince was exploring her outside with his sucker tentacles, noting how her smooth skin would let each sucker get a good seal, and how the soft, fleshy parts of her body would stretch and move to follow his manipulation with the suckers.
He thought for a moment, remembering his older brothers descriptions of human females from their exo-biology text books.
“They’re called breasts” he remembered, then flexed the tentacle in her mouth to tip the cop’s head forward, so she’d see what he was doing. She tried to struggle, tossing the large mounds about as she writhed side to side, until the prince wrapped her from waist to breasts, and breasts to jaw in two very long and very strong tentacles, holding her still as he lined a sucker up above each exposed breast.
Mandy moaned and tried to scream again as the two wavering suckers poised above her boob’s, and then ever so slowly dropped down to seal around her two very prominent, very hard, nipples. She watched as her breasts began to be manipulated, her nipples being used to shift and shape the firm and fleshy mounds that were her favorite feature of her body.
Her concentration didn’t stay on them for very long though.
As he’d straightened her head up and then back, Mandy had felt the first of what would be many repeated mating tentacles probing at her hips. She had to admit being very wet inside. Sure, she was shit scared now, having had this massive creature invade her mind so easily, and present her with a frightening amount of strength - she knew in her gut that he was holding back, sure that he could have torn her arms and legs off just as easily as the nano-tube reinforced body armor woven in to her uniform had been shredded.
Even in the times when she’d applied thumb to clit and fingers to insides, dreaming about a fantasy like this, she’d never envisioned any creature strong enough to tear nano-tubes. In her fantasy’s, she’d always been able to take control, to take over and ride the beast to her climax. Now she knew she had no choice, it was entirely up to him how long this lasted, and whether or not she survived.
The Prince heard all of her thought’s on this.
“Kill a Space-Cop, great way to earn the death penalty” he thought, drinking in her fear. Fear that he could milk and feed off just as well as he could the nutritional supplements in the shuttles freezer box.
“No. I’ll just take her beyond anything she could dream of, but I’ll keep her alive, she might make a nice pet later, or I could blackmail her into clearing up a few other driving fines” he mused.
Slowly he reached one tentacle out and triggered the video recorders around the shuttle, as a sneaky plan began to form in the deepest parts of his mind.
Mandy was unaware of any of this. She was acutely aware of two formidable tentacles working their way around her thighs, just above the top of her boots, before they squeezed her legs, and then began to pull them wider and wider, stretching the skin of her inner thighs tight enough to pull open the entrance to her sex.
She was suddenly very grateful she had every single pubic hair permanently removed, fearful of what could have happened if the scaly surface of the gripper and sucker tentacles had caught on the previously short fluffy strip she’d favoured until she’d been issued her skin tight uniform, and then noted the bulge the hair had made in the short shorts.
“Wonder what she’d make of the new uniform” the Prince thought overhearing her, and thinking of the change his father and the other Universal Heads of Government had just approved. For a moment visualizing her floating between ships, dressed in the longer boots, longer gloves, wide waist band and shoulder to jaw dog collar, her sex and breasts exposed thanks to the permanent deletion of the crop top and short shorts from the uniform. "Mandy's gonna have to get used to being a whole lot more public in her exposure," he thought, and then let out his species version of a giggle as he envisioned her in the formal uniform of nothing more than bright pink stiletto’s, pink wrist length gloves and the pink cap.
"Their physical exposure is a metaphor for the transparency of the legal process" the Emperor of Tarsid 4 had argued according to the Prince's father.
The next thing to enter Mandy’s mind was the sensation of a long slender mating probe sliding it’s way deep inside her, squelching noises coming from her hips as it moved about in her very wet opening.
More noise followed, as a second probe, and then immediately a third, snaked their way in to her, stretching her insides nearly as uncomfortably as much as her legs were.
She was having more than a little trouble breathing now, what with the cock down her throat, and the Prince squeezing her gut with one tentacle, and a second wrapped around her throat. Her arms were covered in more, her fingers flexing in the black gloves as she griped at another two cocks
"Unnnngh,.." she grunted as another cock tipped tentacle thumped against her clit, then snaked it's way in to the opening to her pleasure zones. "Four!" she thought, "There are four alien cock's up my cunt!"
Now the Prince added another sucker in a moment of inspiration. He produced one of his smallest suckers, one usually used for the most delicate of work, and very carefully put it over what the texts said was the most sensitive part of a human female, the hard little nub of flesh just above her mating opening.
Now Mandy really reacted, the animal inside her screaming for attention around the cock in her throat as the Prince clamped down the sucker and began to work her clit about with a fervor, just as her breasts were being worked over above.
She came in seconds, her orgasm smashing through her body, and through in to the Prince’s mind just as strong, filling him with pleasure beyond anything he'd known or could have imagined.
He worked furiously, keeping her body writhing and shaking as Mandy experienced first seconds and then minutes of continual orgasm.
She was lucky his mind was far stronger then hers, and still capable of logical thought as he reveled in the psychic power of her bliss. In moments he was swapping around cock probe after cock probe, each taking their turn to work up to fever pitch inside her pussy, before being shoved down her throat to unload. Deep in his body he tapped in to the reservoir of mating juice, waiting until he felt her stomach bulging with several liters of the gooey fluid before he began filling her sex, and filling it entirely well before he was ready to perform the final act of their dance.
Still keeping her in orgasm, he manipulated his shuttles controls, extending the safety field out to her ship and then filling the field with atmosphere and opening up his airlock.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull his grip from her, relieved when she passed out as her tired body could sustain no more pleasure. Now he was gentle, using his little sucker to reach inside her sex, and up past her cervix, planting a homing beacon far enough inside to be sure her doctors would never find it, but so he could find her at any time.
Making sure her cap was secure, and tapping the badge as she had half an hour before, to reactivate her personal field, he set her in place for what was to come.
With a careful aim, he pushed her exposed body out in to the deep black, and then scurried quickly to one side, and pointing all of his cocks at a spot on her ship.
With one massive convulsion, all of the cocks spat out a stream of mating juice that quickly covered the gap between to two ships, and formed a big green gloopy bubble on the surface of her ship.
He was still streaming royal cream as her body hit the bubble with a soggy wet splat, spraying from the tips of her boots to the top of her police woman’s badge, coating her in a thick layer of semen.
The Prince was laughing as he removed the air from the field, and then the field, setting the now stained cruiser and clearly exposed cop adrift. He’d tune in to the local vid-cast to see how long it was till word got around, knowing full well that Salec semen froze-dried as hard a concrete in space, and she was gonna need enough help to escape it as to guarantee she’d be real famous real quick, and then looking for a new job real soon.
He had a job in mind,….