“This is incredible,” Katie gasped, quivering against the table that she was bent over. Carrie tenderly stroked Katie’s ass, keeping her other hand firmly on top of Katie’s head. If anyone had walked into the kitchen they would have seen the two women naked, both dripping wet. Katie’s hips bucking as she gave in to the unimaginable pleasure she felt, and yet it would look like no one was touching her pussy at all.
    But the truth was far more fun. While Katie’s body was here in the kitchen, squirming under Carrie’s grip, Katie’s consciousness was deep underwater with Danielle. The women made out desperately, fingering each other as they let loose all their pent up feelings. They rolled across a massive palm, bathed in golden light that filled them with bliss.
    Their enormous Goddess watched the couple making love in her hand with a broad, sharp-toothed grin. She saw Katie’s resistance crumble, as she cried out and begged to become a slave just like Danielle. She promised to do anything the Goddess desired, if only they could stay together and be this happy forever.
    “Danielle,” Katie groaned, cumming again with her face pressed against the cold steel of the kitchen table. Carrie was connected to their minds, the conduit through which Goddess reached them all, and yet she held herself back. She allowed Danielle and Katie to have their time alone to express their love. Danielle also wanted to show her love to Amanda, and Katie eagerly shared the same feelings, happy to help her girlfriend and Carrie enslave Amanda next.
    There were so many women to enslave in the base. And they all required Carrie’s personal touch. Carrie licked her lips as Katie’s eyes rolled back, another orgasmic whimper leaking out from her plump lips.
    “We’re going to make everyone as happy as you, Katie.”
    Even in the throes of the psychic lovemaking, Katie nodded her head, rubbing her cheek against the table. “Yesss, Missstreeesss. Ennnslaaave theeem aaaall.”
    Carrie felt Katie and Danielle’s orgasms flooding into her mind, and she reveled in the pleasure. Carrie came with them, already imagining her next target. Soon the entire crew would be slaves to the Goddess, and Carrie truly couldn’t wait.

~ ~ ~

In one of the foundation’s many labs, Marigold used a pair of forceps to gently lift a small stone idol from its container. The archaeologist wore a pained expression, a mix of pure concentration and fear that only someone who truly felt the importance of their work could muster. The round, egg shaped relic was undoubtedly fragile, but it had the potential to tell them so much about the aliens who’d once populated this planet. And since they were extinct, this piece was truly one of a kind.
    Ignoring the sweat beading on her forehead, Marigold carefully lifted the gray stone relic above her workstation, letting the anti-gravity field take hold of it. Once when it was floating securely in mid-air did she pull her forceps back and smiled, watching the carved rock spinning safe and sound.
    While being locked on an alien planet for several years had sounded like an awful assignment at first, Marigold was grateful that they’d been funded with state of the art technology. And she was even more grateful that it was her backwater planet at the edge of the galaxy that had discovered the first recorded ruins of an alien civilization. Marigold knew her work could change history forever.
    Sure, the giant tentacle lady was a good find too, she supposed, but Marigold’s field was archaeology. She was buzzing with excitement at the chance to catalog and research all of the amazing stone artifacts that the divers were retrieving with each trip underwater. Marigold would leave it to the science types like Carrie to poke and prod the living alien.
    Although she wouldn’t mind it if the alien were to poke and prod her a little. 
    Marigold’s cheeks burned hot as she pushed back the shameful fantasy that wanted to slip into her head. It was time to focus on work, not impossible daydreams. She needed a distraction.
    “Yo Marigold!”
    Marigold smiled. For once she was actually grateful that her friend Trish always barged into rooms with as much noise as possible. Though she still didn’t appreciate Trish roughly slapping her hard on the back as she shouted, “Did you hear the news?”
    Marigold’s hands instinctively went to steady the artifact hovering above the table, then stopped herself when she realized there was no chance of it falling with the anti-grav field in place. So instead she awkwardly pulled her hands back and fidgeted as Trish watched her expectantly, a huge grin on her face.
    “What news?”
    “Rebecca told me that she heard from Kimiko that Hilda overheard Angelica telling Resham that she had it on good authority that-”
    Marigold threw up her hands. “Trish. The point?”
    “Sorry,” Trish mumbled, taking a deep breathe and forcing herself to calm down. She was a great friend to have when you were stuck on an alien planet, but Trish had the bad habit of rambling when she got excited. “Okay. So. They saw Danielle totally hooking up with Katie in the kitchen.”
    Marigold gulped. “Who’s they?”
    “Abena,” Trish said wearily, as if it should have been obvious.
    “Well maybe Abena was mistaken. Or she could have just been lying.”
    “That’s what I thought.” Trish drummed her hands on the work station excitedly, and Marigold’s eyes darted fearfully to the artifact, but it was still safely floating in the air. Just because the technology was state of the art didn’t stop Marigold from breaking into a cold sweat at the thought of an ancient relic falling and cracking apart. “I knew it might have been gossip, so I walked right up to Danielle and asked her if she and Katie were a thing.”
    “And what did she say?”
    “They are officially a couple and totally sleeping together,” Trish announced triumphantly.
    Marigold’s shoulders slumped. “She said all that?”
    “Danielle just told me they were a couple but it was pretty dang obvious they were fucking. She practically reeked of pussy. Must have just caught her after they’d hooked up.”
    Now Marigold knew it was hopeless. “Fuck.”
    Trish cackled with glee. “Now you totally have to pay up.”
    Marigold grumbled and took out her phone, reluctantly transferring five hundred credits to Trish’s account. “I thought Amanda had a shot. Danielle always said that she had her eye on her.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure they would have been a good couple too. But Danielle is happily committed to Katie and your credits are happily committed to my bank account.”
    “And you’re being such a gracious winner about it,” Marigold said sourly.
    Trish stuck out her tongue and giggled. “Anyway, how go the rocks?” For the first time Trish seemed to notice the egg shaped stone artifact hovering above the work station, and without an ounce of decorum reached out with a finger to poke it. Marigold leapt up from her chair and slapped Trish’s hand, the guard yelping back in surprise.
    “Ow!”
    “The fuck are you thinking, Trish? This thing is six thousand years old and you’re just gonna poke it?”
    “It lasted six thousand years,” Trish replied, pouting like a scolded child as she rubbed the back of her hand. “I’m sure it can survive a poke or two.”
    “Artifacts are fragile, and every piece could be the vitally important key we need to understanding their civilization. We can’t afford to risk losing a single artifact, no matter how much you want to poke them with your dirty fingers.”
    Trish pouted. “My fingers aren’t dirty,” she said, before lifting a hand to her nose and sniffing them, only confirming for Marigold that her friend was probably doing something unhygienic before she got here. 
    “Look with your eyes,” Marigold said, making sure to put an appropriate amount of ice in her voice. When Trish looked appropriately chastened, Marigold allowed herself to smile. “Okay, for real though, take a look because this is fascinating.”
    With the grace of an expert pianist Marigold’s finger flew across the controls of the work station. The stone idol, which had been revolving lazily in place, was impacted by precise gravitational fields that made it turn upright and rise up higher for them to observe. 
    “Just look at the craftsmanship,” Marigold all but sighed. “The artifact is completely round, yet the carved lines give the hint of depth to the statue. Tracing out the intended form, letting the mind imagine the three dimensional shape that it’s meant to represent, and-”
    “It looks like the big alien lady.”
    Marigold grumbled. It’s exactly what everyone said. “We can’t just draw conclusions like that.”
    “But it’s drawn to have all the tentacles on the bottom, and her big eyes and the same kind of hair. Not to mention how big they draw her tits to look.”
    Marigold knew that Trish had a point. The artifact did bear an incredible resemblance to the giant alien specimen that Carrie and the others had locked up like a fish in an aquarium.
    “It might look similar, but the carbon dating already marked this piece as being six thousand years old. So unless the giant alien is six thousand years old too-”
    “She looks great for her age,” Trish cut in.
    “So unless the giant alien is six thousand years old,” Marigold repeated louder, refusing to be derailed from her speech, “Then it could be carved to resemble another member of her species. Or perhaps it’s carved to look like their own species, and we’re only making assumptions that the natives and the specimen are unrelated.”
    Trish cupped her chin, actually seeming to consider the implications, and it made Marigold’s heart soar with affection for her friend. Was she actually interested in her theories too?
    Then Trish shook her head and said, “Nah, it’s the big fish lady. There were smaller fish people in those tiny underwater homes, and they worshiped the big fish lady as their goddess. That’s why it’s carved like one of those ancient African fertility idols back on Earth.”
    Marigold didn’t know what she was more shocked by: that Trish could posit such a ridiculous theory with absolutely no evidence, or that she actually knew what African fertility idols were.
    “You can’t judge alien culture by an Earth culture’s standards. Just because there’s a passing resemblance-”
    “But it’s obvious,” Trish interrupted again, starting to make Marigold upset now. “They carved those statues of big sexy ladies with giant tits cause they wanted to fuck them, so the aliens carved a statue of the big fish goddess lady cause they wanted to fuck her.”
    Marigold gave Trish a stern look. “You think they wanted to fuck the big fish lady?”
    Trish blushed and fidgeted with her hands. “I mean, they put a lot of detail into carving her tentacles. Just kinda seems like something a horny person would fixate on.”
    Her words struck Marigold with all the force of an earthquake. A tremor of heat rumbled through her body, and her eyes instantly roamed over the curved lines on the stone idol, tracing out the tangle of tentacles drawn on the lower half. It was the reason she kept bringing this particular piece out. Why she would stare at it for hours, never taking a single note. Those carved tentacles were so passionately depicted, and when your eyes ran over them they almost seemed to move and come to life.
    Before she could stop it, Marigold imagined having those tentacles set upon her body. Wrapping around her lovingly. Caressing her arms, her stomach, her tits. Slithering lower, entering her and making Marigold-
    The blushing archaeologist leapt to her feet, startling Trish. “That’s just ridiculous,” Marigold said, with a lot more force than she intended. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
    “Sorry, Marigold. I was just thinking out loud and-”
    “Everything alright in here?”
    Marigold whirled around to see Carrie lingering in the doorway to the lab. There was the hint of a knowing smile on Carrie’s face, and Marigold cursed in her head. All she needed was for Carrie to add fuel to the rumors that she and Trish were secretly a couple, which they for sure weren’t. Marigold had nothing against Trish, but she just didn’t have what Marigold was looking for in a woman. Namely prehensile tentacles that could ravage her body with animal lust.
    “We’re fine,” Trish told her, though she glanced over at Marigold with a questioning, concerned look, silently asking if they really were fine.
    Marigold relaxed her shoulders and let her senseless frustration melt away. “Yeah, it’s nothing serious. Just lost a bet is all.”
    “Whatever you say,” Carrie replied, and again Marigold thought she saw the edges of a smug smile tugging on Carrie’s lips. Only there was nothing going on here, so she didn’t know what Carrie could possibly be smug over. 
    With a defensive edge to her words, Marigold asked, “What brings you down to my lab, Carrie?”
    “Just looking for Trish. I ran into Dr. Katz and she asked me to tell you that she moved up your physical exam.”
    “But I got my physical done, like, four months ago,” Trish whined. 
    “That’s what being moved up means. Come on, it’s a simple exam, Trish.”
    Marigold watched Trish hang her head and miserably shuffle her way to the door. “Ugghhh, I hate needles though.” It was certainly something that Marigold could sympathize with.
    But Carrie grinned and patted Trish on the back. “No need to worry. Dr. Katz mentioned that she has some new equipment that makes the needles obsolete.”
    “She does?” Trish asked, hope blossoming across her face.
    “She does?” Marigold asked, confusion and suspicion clear in her voice.
    Carrie’s eyes darted to her, and Marigold felt a cold shudder pass through her. For just a moment there was such intensity in Carrie’s eyes, like a predator eying up her next meal. Then that animosity was gone and Carrie was all smiles. 
    “I’ll tell you all about it, Marigold. It’s been forever since we caught up.” Then Carrie turned and playfully flicked Trish’s nose. “But you gotta go see the doc.”
    “Fiiine,” Trish said, throwing up her hands as she walked outside. Leaving Marigold alone with Carrie in the lab.
    “So what kind of new equipment does Sheila have?” Marigold asked as she turned her back on Carrie to focus on the artifact. 
    “Oh, it’s some impressive stuff, let me tell you.”
    Marigold sat back in her chair and adjusted the dials on the workstation and lowered the anti-grav field, letting the idol drift down to eye level while she sat in the chair. “I don’t remember seeing Sheila put in a requisition for new equipment. Our labs should have top-priority over medical and we’re still waiting on tools.”
    Carrie’s footsteps stopped abruptly. She’d been idly walking through the lab, pretending to check out the artifacts on display, and her hesitation only made Marigold more suspicious. “It’s… not really new equipment. Sheila built it herself. But it’s marvelous. She just needed the proper motivation.”
    “Good for her,” Marigold grumbled. The image of Carrie’s smile and those predatory eyes still lingered uncomfortably in her head, so she figured giving Carrie the cold shoulder would make her leave soon enough. Part of Marigold was worried about not keeping an eye on her, but even if Carrie did have some ulterior motives for talking she wouldn’t just straight up attack her. They were all trapped here in the installation on an alien world. Nowhere to escape to if someone decided to get violent. The thought should have been reassuring, but instead Marigold just felt trapped in a cage with a ferocious Carrie closing in.
    And she was closing in. Carrie’s footsteps were quiet, almost like she was trying to be silent, but Marigold heard her slowly approaching from behind. The hair on her arms stood on end. Animal instincts about fighting and flighting buzzed in Marigold’s head, but she forced herself to stay still. She was a scientist. She wouldn’t be ruled by ridiculous emotions. Carrie was not going to attack her.
    “You’re as perceptive as I thought. I suppose I should tell you the truth.” Carrie spoke quietly, a conspirator’s whisper. “That Trish didn’t really have a legitimate appointment. It was just a ploy to get her to leave so I could have you all to myself. I’m going to attack you, Marigold, and there’s no one who can help you now.”
    Marigold snorted dismissively, even as her heart raced in terror. Carrie was right behind her now, but Marigold refused to look back at her. She wouldn’t give Carrie the satisfaction. “Nice try, Carrie. You’re not going to scare me for some lame joke. It’s not funny.”
    “Actually, it’s hilarious. Because you know the truth, and refusing to believe it is what doomed you.”
    Suddenly a pair of hands clapped around Marigold’s head. Carrie forced Marigold’s head back, nearly spilling her out of her chair. Marigold took in a breath to scream, but her voice withered away when she saw Carrie’s feral grin looming over her. Carrie’s eyes shone triumphantly, a predator ready to pounce.
    “What-” was all Marigold was able to whimper, before Carrie licked her lips.
    “I do love dramatic irony.”
    And then everything went black. Not just in a dramatic sense, like a crime novel describing some hapless character being knocked out. Marigold was truly in pitch blackness. She was falling, or floating. There was no frame of reference in the empty void.
    The chair was gone, and so was the lab around her. Carrie was gone to, but she still felt Carrie’s hands clutching the sides of her heads. She winced as she felt Carrie’s fingernails digging in a little harder.
    “Tell me what you desire,” Carrie’s voice hissed from the darkness. “Tell me what you crave.”
    “Let me go!” Marigold shouted.
    “You don’t want freedom. That’s only surface level emotions. What do you truly desire deep down?”
    Marigold started swatting at her head, but she couldn’t find Carrie’s hands there. There was nothing holding her head, but she still felt Carrie’s fingers digging against her skin, squeezing and spreading wider. Impossibly wider. Like snakes wrapping around her head. 
    Or tentacles.
    The thought only made her heart flutter slightly. The briefest tinge of heat. And yet the darkness around her rippled with delight.
    “Ohhhh,” Carrie groaned, sounding amused. “That’s what your tastes are. You want tentacles.”
    An arctic blast of fear struck Marigold. Being attacked by whatever the fuck Carrie was might have been scary, and yet just hearing that Carrie knew about her deepest, most guarded fantasy? That was when Marigold felt true terror.
    “Don’t be afraid,” Carrie cooed in an echoing voice that was not at all reassuring. “Here, let me show you a gift from the Goddess.”
    ‘Goddess?’ Marigold asked herself. Then her eyes went wide as she saw a shape materializing from the darkness. Several shapes. Long and lithe and slithering closer. The wriggling shadows became a deep, beautiful shade of blue as they finally came into view. The tentacles weaved before her, dancing for her, and Marigold stared in awe.
    “Do you want them?”
    “I-” Marigold stopped herself, remembering that feral grin on Carrie’s face. “What are you doing to me?”
    “Giving you what you’ve always wanted,” Carrie replied, and to her surprise Marigold felt the hands clutching her head suddenly let go. Marigold hoped that the dark void would vanish, but she was still floating there, with the tentacles just a few tantalizing feet away.
    “If you think I want some tentacles to fuck me then you’re out of your mind!”
    “Actually, we’re in your mind.” The darkness stretched and rippled again, and suddenly Carrie was right there in front of her. The redhead was stark naked, grinning seductively as she appeared amid the blue tentacles. Carrie reached out to stroke one of the tendrils, and it convulsed happily at her touch. Then they all sprang into action.
    Marigold flinched, amazed that she could feel both scared and insanely horny at the thought of the tentacles coming to claim her body. Only they didn’t go for her. Instead they all wrapped themselves around Carrie, quickly slithering their way across her tits and between her legs.
    “Oh! Goddess, this is gooood.” Carrie threw her head back and moaned as the tentacles had their way with her. As they did everything that Marigold had ever dreamed of having done to her. The cold fear in her chest melted away to a hotter emotion, a burning emotion that stung her throat like breathing in smoke. It was jealousy. Pure and simple jealousy.
    “Thank you for this, Marigold. I never dreamed this would feel so wonderful!” Carrie continued to writhe in ecstasy, while Marigold’s chest burned and her pussy ached for the same treatment.
    “What… why are you doing this?”
    “Because it feels good,” Carrie replied simply, bucking her hips as one tentacle slipped out of her pussy and another took it’s place. “Goddess helped free me from my fears and worries. She helped me to embrace the pleasures that life had to offer. But I never considered just how wonderful this could be until I gleamed it from your fantasies.”
    Marigold bit back her reply. She wanted to childishly shout that this was her fantasy and it wasn’t fair that Carrie was living it instead. She couldn’t admit that.
    “But you did just admit it,” Carrie suddenly replied with a chuckle. She tapped her head and grinned. “I’m a mind reader. I know everything you’re thinking. And everything you’re feeling. I know you want to be in my place. You want these lovely tentacles to fuck you so bad it hurts.”
    Marigold just floated in the void, too horny and ashamed for words. Carrie was right, of course. She wanted it. Bad.
    As the tentacles continued to make love to her, Carrie pouted and said, “But you’re too proud to admit it. I used to be the same way, until Goddess helped me. And I’ve helped so many other girls already. Danielle and Katie. Sheila was especially fun to bring into the new religion of pleasure and freedom.
    “Dr. Katz?” Marigold furrowed her brow. “You sent Trish to her. What are you going to do to her?”
    At the mention of Trish, Carrie broke into a wide, dreamy smile. “I’m going to do something wonderful to Trish. But I can’t spoil it here. You have to experience it with us. If you choose to join.”
    “Choose?”
    “I’m not going to force you,” Carrie said, crinkling her nose in distaste. “All are free to refuse the love of our Goddess, though I can’t fathom why anyone would resist. That’s why I’m showing everyone what the Goddess wants to give us. That she can make all of our fantasies come true. She-”
    Almost to prove the point the tentacles suddenly went into a frenzy. They began fucking Carrie so hard that her words trailed off into babbling moans. Carrie was dragged around the void, passed around as more sensuous tentacles slithered up from the darkness. They truly ravaged her, and Marigold watched Carrie cumming over and over again, freely giving herself over to them to experience it all.
    The fire in Marigold’s jealousy faded to a dull, mournful need. That could be her. So easily. She only had to ask for it.
    But what about Trish? And all the other girls on the station? If Marigold chose to serve Carrie’s Goddess, would she be made to work against them?
    And amid the writhing mass of tentacles Carrie grinned and hissed, “Yessss.”
    Her voice echoed louder and louder, distorting as the pitch black void began to change. This time Marigold knew she was falling. She dropped away into the undulating darkness, away from those fantastic tentacles until she could barely make out Carrie’s orgasmic cries. Only as she fell, Carrie’s faint moans began to be joined by another voice. Two voices, also gasping and moaning and filled with bliss. Marigold felt herself crashing through the void, towards the pair of voices.
    Then suddenly she came to a stop. The world flickered back into view, and Marigold found herself inside a bedroom. Well, perhaps ‘found herself’ wasn’t the correct choice of words, since she was in a bedroom but she couldn’t see her body. She could spin around and observe everything around her, but her own body was nowhere to be seen. As if her consciousness had been dropped down here, but her body was still in that void with that lucky bitch Carrie.
    Trying to get hold of her bearings, Marigold studied the room. It was one of the furbished hab bedrooms for the workers, identical in almost every way to her own room. Except her room didn’t have two beautiful naked women writhing on the bed, passionately kissing while in the throes of ecstasy.
    At first Marigold didn’t understand what she was seeing. All she could hear was the girls panting breath, the ruffling of the sheets as they moved. Where were the orgasmic moans from before? Even more curiously, the two girls weren’t playing with each other. They were silently pantomiming the act of cumming their brains out, only their hands were nowhere near each other. There wasn’t any toys that Marigold could see, and their mouths were busy kissing.
    What was making them act this way?
    The women finally broke their kiss and rolled apart, but they didn’t stop squirming and gasping in ecstasy. Marigold was shocked to finally see their faces. It was Danielle and Katie.
    ‘Fuck,’ Marigold thought as she watched the naked woman clutching hands and arching their backs from some mysterious pleasure. ‘I really did lose that bet to Trish.’
    Then Danielle mouthed something. A name that Danielle certainly shouldn’t have uttered in bed with another woman. Marigold was certain she was mistaken, until Danielle licked her lips and said it out loud, the name unmistakable in the silence of the room. “Marigold.”
    “You can see me?” Marigold looked down at herself, or rather at where her body should be, but there still wasn’t anything there. 
    “Oh Marigold,” Danielle muttered again. She raised her hands above her head, thrusting out her chest as if she were offering it up to someone.
    “It’s so good, Marigold,” Katie moaned now. “Thank yooouuu.” Her voice trailed off, and Katie shuddered in unmistakable orgasm, but Marigold still couldn’t see what was making them cum, or why they were possibly thanking her for it.
    A nonexistent hand caressed Marigold’s nonexistent cheek. Carrie’s voice whispered into her ear, “Let me show you.”
    The essence of the room changed, as if someone had passed a filter over Marigold’s vision. The room itself seemed the same, but now Marigold could see thin blue tentacles pouring out from beneath the bed. They were coiled around Danielle and Katie, fucking the pair of them in wonderful ways.
    Marigold whimpered, and both girls suddenly opened their eyes. They looked right at her, or at least where Marigold imagined herself to be floating in the air. Danielle and Katie broke into identical grins.
    “Marigold, this is amazing!” The words never actually left her lips, and yet Marigold could hear Danielle clear as day.
    “How is this happening?”
    Katie shrugged, luxuriating in the feeling of the tentacles massaging her entire body at once. “Carrie says it’s some kind of psychic connection. Through her we can connect our minds, and she connects us to Goddess. And Goddess…” The tentacles wrapped around Katie’s arms and legs, then lifted her up off of the bed, suspending her in the air. Almost like they were giving her a perfect view, they spread Katie’s legs for Marigold to watch as a tentacle slipped inside of her pussy. Katie’s mouth stayed shut, and yet Marigold heard her moaning at the top of her lungs.
    “Yesss, yes yes oh Goddess fuck me more!”
    Danielle had been bent over the edge of the bed, tentacles fucking her from behind while another slithered up to her face. She grinned and happily sucked on the tip of it. The position was somehow intimately familiar to Marigold. She’d masturbated plenty of times imagining a dozen tentacles working her over, taking turns to fuck her to a screaming orgasm, then swapping out with another. And she’d happily kiss each tentacle and suck it clean.
    This was her fantasy. 
    “That’s right,” Danielle voice said, even as the tentacle pushed its way down her throat, fucking her from both ends. “Goddess is letting us know you, Marigold, and it’s amazing. We want more of this. Don’t we, Katie?”
    “So much more,” Katie agreed, writhing in the air as a pair of tentacles squeezed and groped her tits. “We want you here with us. All of us can be fucked together. Doesn’t that just sound wonderful?”
    “It does.” Marigold tried to slap a hand over her mouth, but she didn’t have a hand or a mouth to cover. She was still just consciousness. She couldn’t touch the tentacles even if she wanted to.
    “It’s because you don’t belong to Goddess yet.”
    Danielle nodded. “Once you give in to her, she can bring you here.”
    “Then all three of us can be fucked.”
    Marigold was trembling, so horny she could barely contain herself. She kept telling her hands to finger herself but it was impossible in this state. If she only gave in…
    She could finally be lovingly fucked by tentacles…
    Even better, she’d be fucked alongside Danielle and Katie. Carrie too…
    Danielle reached up for Marigold, but her hand just passed through empty air. A blue tentacle slithered up her arm and stretched out, as if it too was reaching for Marigold.
    “We’re just the start,” Danielle promised. “Carrie is going to bring everyone into the cult. We’ll all be devoted slaves to the Goddess.”
    “An endless orgy. Free from shame and restrictions. Only slaves who will help fulfill each others every fantasy.”
    Marigold wanted it so bad. So bad that she’d be willing to give up her mind, her body, her soul. What she couldn’t give up was her friends.
    “What… what about Trish?”
    It was Carrie’s voice now that answered. “I have something special in store for Trish. But let me give you a glimpse of what you can do for your friends.”
    Golden light burst from behind Marigold. She spun, blinded by it’s wonderful brilliance. Gradually the blazing light faded, and Marigold saw an ocean stretching out before her. Floating above her was the specimen. The fish woman. The Goddess. She swayed in the water, gazing down upon them with those glowing eyes. Her long tentacles swished lazily beneath her, and Marigold was filled with deep longing. Then Marigold looked beneath her and gasped.
    In this vision she saw the foundation building buried at the bottom of the ocean. Somehow she could see into every room at once. All of her coworkers, all of her friends were there, breathing easily despite being on the bottom of the ocean. And each and every one of them was naked and happily being fucked by sensual blue tentacles.
    The other researchers were pinned up to the walls of the labs as the tentacles fucked them. The mess hall showed rows of women being fucked in any hole they wanted, lifted and carried by tentacles that would fuck them in ways they’d always craved. Even Captain Arroyo was there in the control room, her muscular body lashed down as she begged for the tentacles to keep fucking her. Deeper, harder. More of them joining in. She was the strongest willed woman that Marigold had ever met, and yet she instantly saw that yes, even the Captain would submit to the pleasure the Goddess promised.
    It was an underwater vision of the foundation, one where every member of the crew was a devoted sex slave. A voice cried her name. Marigold turned her attention back up to the alien Goddess, and now she saw that her massive tentacles had joined together, all coiling around something in it’s grasp. The tentacles slid aside to reveal Trish, grinning in sublime wonder as she was fucked utterly senseless.
    “Marigold,” Trish moaned, barely able to speak. “It’s… so good… so good… thank… thank you… never wanna stop… I… belong… to Goddess!” Trish came, and the Goddess moaned. The sound of her pleasure rumbled through the ocean, through the vision, and shook Marigold to her core.
    She felt such isolation. Centuries of sadness. And the unexpected pleasure of finding a connection. Of having someone to give her pleasure and to pleasure in return.
    Back in the lab, a tear slipped down Marigold’s cheek as Carrie cradled her head in her hands.
    “You were so alone,” Marigold said, the underwater vision vanishing as she felt herself back in the bedroom with Danielle and Katie. “Just like me. Just like all of us. But… we don’t have to be alone. We don’t have to hide what we want. I… I want to be fucked by tentacles. I want that wild, impossible dream so badly. And if you can give it to me and let me share it with everyone, then I want to be part of this. I’ll worship you, Goddess. Take everything from me that you need. I’m yours.”
    Instantly a golden light burst within Marigold’s soul, and she felt acceptance like she’d never known. True peace and happiness filled her. The delight filling the Goddess at having another slave to serve her. More than that. She felt Carrie’s mind bond with her own, and Marigold saw instantly how Carrie loved Trish. How she was doing this all for her. Marigold accepted Carrie as a part of her and pledged to help her however she could. 
    Marigold felt her mind connecting to Danielle and Katie, their joy mixing with her own. She even felt Dr. Sheila Katz merge with her, as well as…
    “I didn’t know you got her too,” Marigold giggled. 
    “It’s a surprise,” Carrie told her, her voice no longer whispering in her ear but directly inside of her mind. She felt enveloped by the love and pleasure of all the others within the cult.
    Marigold reached out and brought pleasure into Carrie, who moaned with abandon. “Trish will love it. She’ll love all of this. I can’t wait to play with her too.”
    “There’ll be time for that soon,” Carrie promised, and she took her hands away from Marigold’s head.
    The nirvana of being a sex slave faded, and Marigold blinked in surprise as she was back in the lab. Carrie was kneeling beside her, hugging herself and smiling sheepishly.
    “Did you enjoy it?”
    Marigold answered by grabbing the collar of Carrie’s lab coat and dragging her in for a kiss. She tried to pour all of her gratitude into that kiss, and Carrie hummed happily against her lips.
    “That was amazing. Thank you, Carrie. Only…”
    Carrie tilted her head and giggled. “You didn’t get to be fucked yet?”
    “No.” Marigold pouted and tilted back in her chair. She reached down to unzip her pants, not caring in the slightest that Carrie was watching her as she shoved a hand down her pants to play with herself. “Fuck, I’m so wet. Can’t I please just be fucked a little?”
    “My powers aren’t all powerful,” Carrie said with a dismissive wave. “Goddess may have made me stronger, and every new slave will help my power grow, but I can only keep a connection like that open for so long.”
    Marigold nodded sadly as she fingered herself. “I understand.”
    Then Carrie stuck out her tongue at her. “But maybe I made you a little gift.”
    Marigold jumped to her feet, heedless of the hand stuffed in her pants. “A tentacle?”
    “As many as you want.”
    “Where?”
    “Right there,” Carrie said as she pointed to the round stone relic, still floating in the anti-grav field.
    “But… I don’t understand.”
    “Just give it a poke.”
    Marigold slid her hand out of her pants, but hesitated. “But its fragile.”
    “Its sturdier than you think,” Carrie promised.
    It went against everything she stood for. Everything that Marigold cared about. Which was precisely why Carrie was doing this, Marigold realized. It was a test of faith. To see what she loved more: the ancient relics that were her previous life’s pursuit, or the Goddess.
    Thinking of it that way, Marigold felt new strength. She’d destroy every ancient artifact if it meant serving Goddess. Though she hoped Goddess would never ask something so terrible of her. But just one artifact destroyed was an easy sacrifice to start with. Marigold boldly reached out and poked the carved idol…
    And instantly tentacles were all over her. Sinuous, blue tentacles slithered along her arms and legs, sliding in and out of her clothes. They rubbed and squeezed at her tits, and one of them dove down into her pants, the tip sliding right along her drenched cunt. Marigold held her breath, and finally it entered her, filling her pussy and making her cry out in instant orgasm. It was everything she dreamed it could be.
    Lost in the climax, Marigold collapsed back into her chair, and suddenly the tentacles were gone. Her pussy was empty, her tits were going ungroped, and she let out a whimper of despair.
    “Where did they go?”
    “They’re still there,” Carrie reassured her, waving her arm before the round statue. “This idol was of our Goddess, and it deserves to be worshipped again. Since I can’t help mindfuck you and the others constantly like you want, I was able to put some of my power to connect you to the stone. Whenever you touch it you’ll be swarmed with those tentacles again, fucking you however you’d like. And if anyone touches you while you’re holding it, they’ll experience the tentacles fucking them as well.”
    Marigold nodded, her eyes wide and shining. Carrie expected her to leap for it, then realized that Marigold was still shuddering from the intensity of that first taste and couldn’t move.
    “Here you go.” Carrie plucked the round idol from the air, small enough to fit in her palm, and she instantly shivered with delight. Marigold imagined the tentacles fucking Carrie and her clit ached longingly. Carrie held it for a few seconds then tossed it to Marigold.
    As soon as it was in her hands her beloved tentacles were back, working her body over without missing a beat. The tentacle was back inside of her, thrusting with abandon, and Marigold moaned and begged it to never stop. Another tentacle slithered up and stroked her cheek, and Marigold kissed it in gratitude.
    Her work here done, Carrie gave her a wave goodbye and made for the door. “You have fun. Don’t wear yourself out too much. You still have to pretend to be a functioning, not-enslaved crew member. At least until we’ve taken over.”
    “Iiii unnndeeerstaaand,” Marigold moaned, already cumming as the tentacles toyed with her.
    Carrie gave her a fond smile. “And one more present, Marigold. Just to thank you for joining us as a sister.”
    Marigold could barely keep her eyes open, but she fought to watch as Carrie opened the door to her lab.
    Danielle and Katie rushed inside. Their uniforms were sloppy and half undone, as if they’d thrown them on and ran over here at full speed.
    “You-you caaaame,” Marigold groaned, slipping out of the chair as another tentacle pushed inside of her pussy and made her cum. They were fucking her pussy, and her ass, and squeezing her tits wonderfully. She made weak, incomprehensible sounds of joy as Danielle and Katie stripped.
    “We came as fast as we could.”
    Katie giggled. “It looks like you came too, Marigold.”
    “Caaanntttsttoooppp.”
    “Why would you ever want to?” Danielle asked, before she knelt down to kiss Marigold on the mouth. As soon as they made contact Marigold saw the tentacles appearing around Danielle now. She collapsed right down beside Marigold, both of them moaning as the tentacles fucked them relentlessly.
    “Honestly you two are insatiable,” Katie giggled with her hands on her hips.
    Marigold smiled. Somehow it felt like she’d known and loved the couple for years. They were so comfortable together, completely open. She loved them, as they loved her. And so she happily reached out and grabbed Katie’s ankle to share her pleasure.
    Katie gasped in awe as the tentacles appeared from nowhere. Then they coiled around her and pinned her arms to her side, dragging her down giggling on top of the other girls. The tentacles bent Katie over Marigold’s lap, giving her a perfect view as they slithered inside of her. All three girls begged for more, cumming over and over as the tentacles never tired. It fucked them as hard as they craved, or switched to soft and loving when they needed a break. Marigold clutched the stone idol in her fist as she pulled her new slave sisters close, kissing them when she wasn’t happily sucking the tentacles clean.
    It was even better than her fantasies. It was everything Carrie promised and more. In the back of her mind Marigold could still feel that golden, burning light of the Goddess’ presence. That their Goddess could feel all of their pleasure as if it were her own. Marigold willed the tentacles to fuck her harder, sending another orgasm to the Goddess as worship.
    She’d devote her life to sending love and pleasure to her Goddess. 
    She’d bring others to know the love of her Goddess, so that they might serve too.
    Marigold would happily betray everyone in the foundation. Even every human in the species.
    They should all be lucky enough to become lovers to the Goddess.