Susan Ivanova had had one hell of a day. The constant skirmishes and political maneuverings had left her feeling drained and defeated. So when she received an invitation to a holiday party from the leader of the purple Drazi faction, she hesitated for only a moment before deciding to attend. Maybe a night of relaxation and mingling was just what she needed to put the recent events behind her.
As she walked into the celebration hall, Ivanova was greeted by the cacophony of alien chatter and the clinking of glasses. She was offered a strong alcoholic beverage from the Drazi's home planet and, not realizing the potency of the drink, took a sip. The liquid burned its way down her throat and she felt a warmth spread throughout her body.
Before she knew it, Ivanova was feeling increasingly disoriented and unbuttoned. The Drazi, taking advantage of her inebriated state, began to grope and undress her. She weakly protested, her words slurred and ineffective.
"Come on, Susan, loosen up," one of the Drazi said, his hand snaking up her thigh. "You're too tense."
"I'm not tense, I'm just...not interested," Ivanova replied, trying to swat his hand away. But her movements were slow and clumsy.
The Drazi didn't seem to care about her lack of interest. They continued to undress her, their hands roaming over her body. Ivanova, too drunk to resist, was forced to jerk off the Drazi's cocks and suck them. She moaned with a cock in her mouth, her round ass shaking from the thrusts.
After what seemed like an eternity, the Drazi finally finished and left Ivanova lying on the floor, her uniform trousers and panties down, cum dripping from her pussy and ass.
Security chief Michael Garibaldi entered the room and was shocked by the sight of his friend and colleague in such a state. Despite their friendship, he couldn't resist the temptation and also fucked Ivanova in her mouth, pussy, and ass.
Garibaldi eventually pulled out and tidied Ivanova up before taking her to her cabin.
The next morning, Ivanova woke up with no memory of the previous night. She noticed her swollen and itchy pussy and ass, and an incomprehensible taste in her mouth. She groaned and rolled over, vowing to never drink that alien shit again.
As she stumbled to the shower, Ivanova couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
"Ugh, I feel like I was hit by a truck," she muttered to herself. "And then fucked by said truck."
She shook her head and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of the previous night. She would figure out what happened later. For now, she just needed to focus on getting through the day.
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