The Zelker who had stroked Scarlett's tummy let out a dark chuckle at the very visible repulsed shudder that vibrated through her body. By the time all the Zelkers were pawing at her with barbaric and juvenile eagerness, they were all chuckling as well, talking over each other enough that it was near-impossible to understand the exact words, but it was clear they were each boasting about the carnal qualities of the handfuls of Scarlett they all had. While the scaled hands were exploring every inch of her they could, they naturally gravitated towards some specific parts of Scarlett's soft body beneath her suit. Both her plump breasts, unsurprisingly, seemed like they could hardly go even a second without at least one hand fondling and squeezing them, often more than one--whenever a hand lifted from either breast, another always darted in almost immediately to take its place. Her groin and ass were likewise disproportionately assaulted, with multiple hands reaching between her legs at all times; her puffy asscheeks were getting grabbed and clawed at (she could feel the Zelker's fingertips clenching and digging into her supple flesh quite vigorously roughly), while her pussy and between her asscheeks were getting fingered by several hands at once, all lecherously digging their fingers in as deep into both her rifts as her elastic ultra-conforming suit would allow. They also seemed to particularly like her hips and inner thighs--those flowing curves of her feminine physique were getting firmly rubbed, and the particularly sensitive flesh of her inner thighs were getting persistently molested. While it was still nearly impossible to make out full sentences in the jumbled mess, what words and phrase-fragments Scarlett could catch gave her the sense that the Zelkers were talking about her like she wasn't even alive, like she really was some kind of...grope-piñata.
'Orange' just smirked even wider at Scarlett's glare to him. In fact, her trying to glare just made her look even less intimidating than if she wasn't glaring at all, due to her blushy face and the scene of her so helpless against being sexually toyed with causing her glare to directly backfire. He stayed where he was, arms folded over his chest and leaning against a wall with a cocky swagger, as more Zelkers began to enter the room, ones with orange-and-blue armor both unlike the grunts with blue or no armor, or 'Orange' whose every armor plate was orange. After Scarlett had endured several, far too long minutes of drooling, animal-brained, lewdly puerile Zelkers groping every inch of her they possibly could below her neck with piggish, raunchy glee--possibly to the point where much of Scarlett's skin kept a strongly lingering feeling of nauseously crawling with disgust--the Zelker grunts were ordered to leave by the mixed-color armored ones, to which the grunts predictably grumbled loudly about, but did reluctantly step away from Scarlett, then gradually filed out of the room, leaving just Orange and the orange-and-blues, who seemed like they were probably officers of some sort.
Orange then stopped leaning against the wall and walked over to Scarlett, reaching up to grab one of the synthcords binding her and pull her pendulously dangling body a little closer to him and facing him, as he looked down into her eyes where her head was just above his waist. "Iiiiiii.... hoooope youarrrrrrree... cooooomfort, Huu-maaaann?" Orange hiss-growled out, still unable to really manage Scarlett's tongue. Meanwhile, the Zelker officers were out of Scarlett's view again, and hadn't touched her yet, although clattering and shuffling sounds could be heard behind her. "Youarrrrrree... guesssssssssssss-tah... wetaaaaake goooodcarrrrre... of guesssssstahs... wearrrree verrrry... worrrd, give-inggggg... wegivvve muuuuch... giffffffffff-tah... toyouuuu..." Something seemed a little different in Orange at this moment, upon mentioning a 'gift' with an emphasized hiss...his smirk, the way his eyes looked at Scarlett...even as dire as the circumstances already were, they all seemed to twist into an even more ominous, foreboding gaze, as his long tongue slid around his lips and he looked up at something behind Scarlett--and then let her go.
Scarlett felt herself begin to swing slowly backwards, like a slightly-disturbed pendulum, from the short distance Orange had pulled her to. Almost immediately, her body jolted as her hogtied legs bumped into hands that caught her to hold her in place. Then she heard a nearly-silent, very-high-pitched electronic whine from behind her, and the next thing she knew, she felt a firm something that was very thin and pointed (but not sharp) press and swiftly draw a line sideways across her back, just above her tailbone, leaving a faint chilling sensation in her skin where it touched...worryingly, the kind of chilling sensation you sometimes get when cut but don't actually feel like you've been cut. But that notion was quickly disproven as the whining stopped and she then felt scaled fingers hook into the 'line'--scales that Scarlett actually felt on her bare skin, not through her suit!--and then powerfully yanked and pulled and filled the air with a rubbery rrr-rrr-iiiiiiiiiiiipp!-ing sound as they tore her suit open down over her ass and groin!
The ESA wasn't given much time to come to terms with this shocking development, because it was abruptly followed by another; the moment the rip in her suit had been pulled open enough, leaving only loose flaps between her legs, she felt a Zelker's naked hips step between her spread thighs and hands grab onto her hips, and then...! She felt a slight stinging in her groin (faint due to her enhancements for tolerance to pain, but still there) as something hard and hot shoved right into her womanhood, instantly--and thus very anticlimactically--claiming the purity of her pussy! The Zelker behind her hissed in obvious pleasure as he forced himself in deeper...the thing inside her felt so long and thick, she felt powerfully tight from the stretching of her pussy! The hard, hot thing also had a smooth rubbery-flesh texture over most of it except near the tip, which had a ring of surprisingly stimulating bumps that had stroked over her inner walls! With another hiss, the Zelker started bucking his hips, thrusting what could only be his cock in and out of Scarlett's pussy as she hung suspended at what was now obviously the 'perfect' height!
It seemed Scarlett really did just graduate from grope-piñata...to fuck-piñata!
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