A Futa Futcha

Tasha tried to pull away, disorientated by the events that had taken her by surprise. "What the fuck are you guys up to? C'mon ...this isn't ...funny..." something had caught her attention, or rather had caught her keen sense of smell. The use of Marti's trousers as an impromptu hood also had the effect of grinding Tasha's nose against the recently strained and now sodden crotch of her lovers lusty lengthened libido, but this didn't taste ...or scent quite as she expected. On more than one occasion Tash had had her face buried between Marti's slender thighs with her tongue sliding deep between those velvet smooth walls, so it is fair to say that she had become quite a coinsure of cunt! This smell though was considerably more ...musky ...stronger ...and it seemed that something was sticky against her skin.

Tash had little time to ponder these new tastes and smells as she was suddenly whisked off her feet and felt her being bodily carried down the corridor. There was little indication of what was happening to her but for the occasional snatch of a chuckle and the hiss of a bulkhead door or two, after a while the air became noticeably cooler ...that could mean only one thing, that for some reason she now found herself carried on the shoulders of her colleagues into the cargo hold. Why though ...what had possessed them?

"There ...that will do perfectly." giggled Martinique.

...what? ...what will do perfectly?... the thoughts rushed through Tasha's mind.

She felt herself being lowered and shivered a little at the sudden coolness of metal against her back, then came the sensation of ropes around her ankles and wrists.

"Hey guys ....what is this? If you wanted an orgy you only had to ask."

The gaggle of gonad groupies giggled as they ensured Tash was secure before they released her from the comforting, if slightly curious sensation she was getting from Marti's trouser crotch. She blinked at the sight of the overhead lights ...it seemed she was face up on a steel disc, a turntable to be exact and a casual tug with her limbs convinced her that she was not likely to extract herself for sometime yet. This was unusual ...