A month had passed at the Vice Chancellor's estate.  The girls returned to their normal weights, and grew healthy and strong.  The details on the rescue operation were worked out with Wing Commander Holmes and the Vice Chancellor.  On the appointed day, the group was secretly taken to the spaceport, shuttled to a special galleon, and transported to Triskellion.  When the rescue party arrived, their ship entered orbit right next to the abandoned galleon.  While scientific crews scanned the ship, Laura and Holmes made their plan to board.

On the private front, Gallieni, feeding his voyeur side, witnessed no sexual activity from Laura Hansen.  He did enjoy looking at her nude.  However, Cadet Lisa Simoni had masturbated twice.  Gallieni noticed that she had very, very powerful orgasms.  She was a very sexual woman.  He would want to get to know her better after the affair was over.

Two drop ships exited from the rescue galleon, as well as a small frigate.  On board, and in command of the frigate, was Lance Holmes.  Vice Chancellor Gallieni remained behind on the galleon.  On the first drop ship, Laura commanded, with Lisa present, and twelve handpicked and highly trained assault troops.  On the second drop ship were twelve more assault troops.

The two drop ships slowly circled the galleon, looking for an opening portal.  Most galleons had two, and some had three.  This one had three, and one was open.  The two drop ships entered and docked, while the frigate remained just outside, waiting.

Once the crew had established that the environment was safe, all of them left the drop ships and formed up.  Both Lisa and Laura had a rough schematic of the galleon.  The decision was made to head for the command area, which, according to the galleon design, was a few stories overhead.  Once there, Lisa would establish communications with the frigate first, and then with the main galleon.  When they felt the area was secure, Laura would take half of the assault troops and head to engineering and secure the power room.

The group slowly traveled up the three flights to the command area.  Lisa went to work immediately.  It took her about one hour to make sure everything worked.  She established an open channel with the frigate, and another to the commander of the galleon.  After some updates and discussion, Wing Commander Holmes gave Laura the go-ahead to secure the power room.

Galleons are huge affairs.  Some small monorails are provided at each level to make transport from one end the ship to the next easier.  Laura and her team entered two cars and began the long trip.  Laura noticed that there was dull green grease in small spots on the cars as they began the trip.  No one had any clue what that was.

The two cars and the party reached the other end of the galleon and unloaded.  Then they headed down the four flights to the power room.  That was when things started to go sour.

Lisa was having problems maintaining communications.  Something was jamming her signals, and it was getting more and more difficult to speak with Holmes.  The local system, which was being used to keep in touch with Laura and her team, had also failed.  Lisa was working feverishly to get some sort of ship-to-ship up and running, when things went from bad to worse.  

About thirty apes popped out of nowhere and attacked the assault troops.  In the close quarters of the command post, the powerful rifles the troops carried were pretty much useless.  It was hand-to-hand in a very tight space.  The troops were overpowered quickly.  The apes were firing some sort of small crossbow.   A small dart was fired from the bow with deadly accuracy.  It hit most of the troops in the neck.  Lisa was pretty certain that the soldiers were dead.  She was wrong; they would sleep very soundly for around thirty-six hours.  When the troops were overpowered and out cold, Lisa was taken.  The apes bound her, gagged her, blindfolded her, and took her to the cargo bay.  There she was placed in an empty frigate.  The apes settled in and waited.

Things weren't going any better for Wing Commander Holmes.  When communications failed completely, he had the frigate maneuver to one of the galleon's entrances, only to watch it close.  The frigate circled the galleon, finding all three portals secured.  He was very angry.  It was obvious to him now that he had been led into a very, very sophisticated trap.  He radioed Gallieni and informed him of the situation, and the two men spoke heatedly, trying to reach a decision.

For Laura Hansen, the situation was just as bad.  She had gained entrance to the power room, and was examining the reactor.  She noticed that there was a large amount of the green grease all over the floor and the equipment, and it seemed to be almost alive.  She was going through her checklist for the reactor when the apes struck.

The attack at the power room was much the same as the attack on the command center.  The apes fired their small darts with great accuracy, dropping the assault troops quickly.  Laura stood, facing a circle of eight apes, knife in hand, and taunted them.  She was determined to take two or three of them with her before she went down.  But the apes did not attack.  They simply waited, holding their ground, and began a very low and deep chant.  Laura could feel a power in that chant.  It frightened her.

Laura held her position, knife ready, in a low crouch.  Then she got the shock of her life.  A tentacle, the same dull color as the grease spots she had seen scattered about the power room, grabbed her right wrist and squeezed tightly enough to make her drop the knife.  At the same instant, another tentacle grabbed her right leg, yanking it from under her and dropping her to the floor on her belly.  She rolled to her back and screamed.

What had grabbed the woman was a large, green octopus; or so it appeared.  Although she was frightened, a small part of her pilot's mind still functioned.  She quickly counted ten tentacles.  But two had a different shape then the remaining eight.  And the two that were different were dripping some sort of dull green paste.

The tentacles move swiftly.  Laura's left arm and leg were secured and she was drug toward the beast.  She did not notice the apes leaving the room, bowing and slowly backing away from their god.  As Laura continued her struggle, the tentacles slowly began to rip off her clothes, starting with her equipment pack, shirt, bra, shoes, pants, and finally shredding her panties.  Another tentacle grasped her firmly about the waist once she was naked.  She was tugged into the air, screaming, and yanked onto the left side of the octopus.  The animal was not pulpy, but not firm either.  The texture of the skin was somewhere in between.  It was slippery, but not slimy.  And it was very warm and alive.

Laura had, by this time, stopped screaming.  It was a waste of energy.  She continued her struggles, hoping to find a way free from the octopus, but the animal was much too strong.  Her eyes grew wide, her jaw dropped, and her struggles ceased when she saw what was coming next.  The two odd tentacles, dripping the green ooze, appeared to grow a penis each.  They were actually inside some sort of a sheath.  They weren't really a penis but shaped more like a large and rounded dildo.  They were a very pale green in color, and moved like they were alive.

Laura simply gasped and stopped struggling.  The octopus moved her to the floor, positioning her on all fours, legs spread and Laura leaning on her elbows.  Then it went to work.  The special tentacles began to play all over Laura's body, exploring and teasing.  She felt drops of the warm and green slime drip on parts of her torso.  Then she gasped.  One tentacle began to rub over her nipples, the other between her legs.  They didn't rub roughly; instead, they rubbed playfully.  And much to her surprise, Laura discovered that she enjoyed it.

The tentacles holding the woman relaxed their grip a bit.  The one working between her legs continued its teasing, from anus to mound and back.  And then, it very gently probed, squirting its green lube, and slowly entered her vagina.  Laura gasped; the thing was huge.  She felt it slowly wiggle its way inside of her, and shifted a bit to take as much as she could.

The tentacle playing on her breasts stopped and moved between her legs.  It began to squirt more green ooze, this time concentrating on her anus.  It gently pushed, lubing liberally, until Laura felt a pop and knew that it had entered her anus.  She felt heavenly.  She had never been so filled in her life.  The feeling of the two live dongs inside of her was wonderful.  She arched her back and began to squirm around them.

The octopus slowly worked the tentacles in and out, the one in Laura's vagina moving more and just brushing her cervix.  The one in her anus only moved a small amount, pretty much holding her in place.  Laura's thighs began to quiver, and she had the first orgasm she had experienced in a long time.

Laura gently rocked over the tentacles.  She wanted this to go on forever.  The octopus had relaxed its grips on her, and was allowing her more freedom of movement.  It kept up its motions inside of her, and slow and steady double penetration, very precise in its rhythm and timing.

Laura was not sure how long she was used.  She only knew that she experienced two wonderful climaxes.  The octopus continued its activity until it sensed that the woman was ready to collapse.  It didn't climax in the normal sense.  Instead, it would decide when to ejaculate.  When it was satisfied, it released its semen into the woman, a full load in both her anus and her vagina.  It held the dongs on the tip of the tentacles for a minute or so inside of her after it ejaculated, and then withdrew them.  The dongs were pulled neatly back into their sheaths.  Laura was released from its grip, and allowed to collapse gently on the floor.  Then the octopus gathered itself, adjusted its shape, and disappeared into a ventilation duct.  It would head for a landing bay, where the apes were waiting in a frigate with Lisa.

Outside of the galleon, Commander Holmes was going crazy.  He asked for, and received permission, to blast open one of the doors.  And attack frigate was dispatched from the rescue galleon to come to his assistance.  He chewed on a cigar.  He was angry.  He had been suckered.
