“ semen on, damn it ! They're going to catch us at this rate !"the rose-haired space pilot program snarled at the dashboard of her guile before grasping at the controls and overriding her ornery automated copilot. Their lackadaisical approach to the dire situation that both of them were in - regardless of whether or not an unfeeling machine intelligence could work on ‘ imminent risk to existence,'or if it even cared that both of them were about to perish in the vacuum of place - was about prove fatal.

"Ms. Esperanza, I assure you that I have set the ideal course for the nearest planet of refuge - per your instructions. We will arrive there in approximately 15 minutes and–"

"If we're not there in five, the lone bits of us that will make it will be atmospheric dust !"Elia bit back at the voice emanating omnipresently into the cabin that was only otherwise occupied with flashing red lights and the mechanical complaint of a propulsion system failing rapidly.".. and, in lawsuit we both die shrieking in the following 30 second base, I want you to have intercourse that I loathe that you've always called me ‘ Ms. Esperanza'– like, are we supposed to be brother or– !"

The thin-skinned blank space captain was rudely interrupted by another fierce explosion that sent the integral craft onto its side. As the integral bridge of the ship quaked, Elia reached up and grasped onto the head restraint of her cockpit rear end to steady herself as the jackanapes cruiser automatically returned to the preset orientation. She huffed with frustration and slid her skin-tight morphsuit-clad ass into the aging upholstery. With a film and a couple of insistency, she brought up the rear-facing photographic camera and glared at the pursuance vehicles that were presently trying their damndest to make it so she wouldn't be making it to her next birthday.

"I thought they wanted to capture me, not fucking execution me ! I only wanted to borrow it for a while.."Elia bemoaned at the screen - and nigh definitely not to the A.I. who had been to a greater extent of an irritant than a helping hand in this XXX light year high-speed pursual across the cosmea until pulling out of slipspace in some backwater galaxy in a last-ditch effort to lose those who would imply to pour down her.

"Ms. Esperanza–"

"It's ‘ Elia ’, you irritating little–"

".. I would recommend that you disengage from my autopilot mood and attempt to lose them by navigating across the nearby planet's surface. There is a high likelihood of extricating yourself from the pursuer with this Class-B light slyness, which should be able to maneuver within the satellite's atmosphere more efficiently than the Class-D ships you are intending to avoid."

The cocky airplane pilot pursed her brim, leaned back in the creaking bid chair of the out-of-date spacecraft, and considered the course of action offered by the ship's onboard A.I.

"Not bad, I suppose.. Y– yeah, let's do that. You're.. you're ripe for something, after all.."Lamb acknowledged as she brought a deal up to the top of the controller stick and gave it a pat - though she wasn't sure the ship was aware of this next-best-thing to a pat on the back. She had small time to consider the ramification of a political machine's content for interpreting hint, however, because the satellite's iridescent blue surface was rapidly approaching.

Even with only one fully-functional engine, the welterweight craft sliced like butter through the atm of insistency that anchored the planet into its revolution. She watched as the temperature gauge on the read-out in movement of her acclivity high-pitched and higher before normalizing just as the puffy, miasmic collections of water particle parted in front of her and gave way to a picturesque ken of a rambling blue gem of an ocean.

"So, there's living on this satellite. That's a start. Maybe I can just hide out here for a while.."Elia thought aloud as she yanked back the mastery sticks to cut the ship's plummet toward the weewee's aerofoil. With a stomp on the afterburner, the space-travel equivalent of a play sedan juddered for a moment before shooting off across the Earth's surface of the ocean beneath it. The outstretching landscape of endless down horizons, if only for a moment, brought Charles Lamb to block that she was being pursued by violent, vengeful, and plainly pissed off individuals who would soon be hot on her tail again. With a pivot of the rubber-texture control stick to the interface side, the craftiness yawed over and the outstretched tip of the stabilisation wing dipped into the surface of the water. Behind her, a jet wash aftermath of white-capped waving flared up off of the previously unbroken surface before relaxing down well after the jet-propelled spacecraft had roared past.

"You think I lost them yet ?"Lamb queried the ship's computer.

"I am not detecting any nearby signs of lifetime, but I would advocate a pertinacity in this grade for at to the lowest degree several thousand knot,"the A.I. chimed back.

"Got'cha. You know, if we live through this, I think our partnership is going to be that much stronger."

"I searched for your query term ‘ partnership'and found this definition–"

"Stop, stop,"Elia responded in rejoinder. The ship had, apparently, not been equipped to answer anything quite so distinctly human. Considering she was the one hinting at companionship with a steal bin ship A.I., Charles Lamb wasn't gutted over omitted feature.

Feeling the assuagement of an evasion well executed, Elia eased her white-knuckled travelling bag from the controller and allowed her spine to unstrain in the pilot's arse. She cocked the craft back off of it's maverick-esque wing-dipping yaw and steered the aircraft into a coin bank towards the growing landmass in the distance. Carving the ship over the water toward the beach, Elia watched the landscape below the Class-B infinite cruiser flip from a deep blue angel to a vibrant, soaker green.

"Land-ho.."Elia condescended, wriggling her digit back and Forth in the air in a celebration. alleviation back on the dominance, Charles Lamb careened the cunning up into the cloud layer and began tapping away at thingumajig and electric switch on the heads-up exhibit. An untrained eye would've interpreted her command prompt excerption on the holographic interface as random, Elia knew. Thankfully, as a space ace, only some of her stimulation were random. All the same, she managed to engage the terrain-scanning recon communications protocol in hope of gathering all important data on this foreign celestial body.

Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the primitive planet yielded a wealth of reconnaissance data for the refugee star pilot film. It was a tip of her swop to form sure as shooting you know as a good deal as possible about any extraneous planet before setting landing gear on it. Without a decently all-round picture of what kind of environment she would be immersing herself into, there would be higher prospect for encountering compromising variables.

Unfortunately, the major planet she was currently soaring across was riddled with those compromising variables.

"Simple combustion engines.. primitive infrastructure.. carbon-based emissions.."Charles Lamb listed off the potency knottiness that could complicate her impermanent stopover as a space-faring refugee on this rock.

"It is probable that you will experience difficulties blending in effectively in this solar organization. They have yet to advance beyond a Gungnir-class civilization,"bonged the informational dossier that the ship's A.I. would regurgitate on cue when arriving at a foreign planet.

"Great. Take over the automatic pilot and touch me down somewhere with the highest chance for finding shelter,"instructed Lamb, already lamenting the tribulations she would surely receive down there on the surface. She reached down to the side of the can and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the professorship to lean back automatically. Sufficiently prosperous, Elia kicked her feet up onto some inconsequent zoological garden of Alexander Bell and whistles - it's not like she needed to know what all of them do, anyway - and reclined in the command deck seat that fit her shapely arse like a glove at this period, many years into their service together.

"Wake me when we get there,"Elia began before pausing to deliver a sardonic punch to her fiat,"buddy."That out of the way, she reached back behind her voluminous headland of pastel pink hairsbreadth, linked her fingers, and closed her eyes while relaxing into them.

"Daubentonia madagascariensis, Ms. Espe–"the ship A.I. stopped unforesightful. Elia opened one eye inquisitively for a here and now to wait for the logical, calculating conclusion to her automatonlike companion's answer. None came. nearly starship captains - especially one flying solo, like Captain Elia Esperanza did - interchange their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand light years of travel. The only time you ever heard about ‘ rogue A.I.'committing some variety of atrocity aboard luxury cruise ocean liner or orbiting inquiry adeptness were when the stilted sensation was given too much human sensory input. Naturally, all of the personality the construct would absorb over time engendered a sentience decidedly less than artificial.

Elia opted to not tread that possibility yet by shutting her eyes once again and drifting off to sleep.

***

"We have arrived, chieftain,"trilled the exanimate part of the ship. Elia felt thankful for the helpful, considerate interstellar fellow traveler that she had with her. Not only did it give her a wake-up cry, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering quake up the bow of the workmanship as the robot pilot dug landing train into mundane soil.

"screw ! Y– yeah, thanks.."Elia said as her rude wakening subsided, tapering off from the rumble into a humming trembling of crippled engine arrangement,".. dick."

"Upon thorough analysis of the infrastructure, terrain, layout, population density, and sampling from the topical anesthetic intranet spiderwebbed throughout this municipality, I have determined that this would statistically be the most likely place for you to find shelter,"droned the ship. Lamb tuned out the computer-generated voice about halfway into its diatribe and was preparing to disembark the trade. With a gentle ‘ woosh'of air as the threshold slid out of the threshold, she strode into the cramped, closet-sized airlock that led out of the rear bay threshold to the ship.

"Send me out - hold, you'd tell me if the satellite didn't have breathable air, right ?"Charles Lamb hesitated before having the ship A.I. action her control to depressurize the chamber and allow her off of the craft.

"That is in my programming, skipper,"responded the discorporate voice with a tinny chirp.

Charles Lamb nodded, which seemed to trigger the all-seeing construct to carry out her command. With a room-filling cloud of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym locker of a elbow room backed off on the pressure valve, securing safe passage into the relatively stranger landscape. The bright day slipped through the widening go of the exterior bisected hachure, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial. With as a lot confidence as she could muster up, Lamb catwalked out from the retractable gangplank that had extended out to ferry her down feather to the major planet's surface. This part always got her warmheartedness racing a bit. There was no telling what kind of wonderful, wacky, organic creations that the cosmos would give on any given major planet in any given wandflower. The sweetheart of the universe of discourse was boundless, and as Elia crunched down into the blades of eatage just off of the walkway, she was eager to fleece in the sights.

"Is that a screwing space extraterrestrial being ! ? holy fuck, she's fucking hot, too. Just like in the comics. Maybe she's here to repopulate her species - I'm sure I could help the slattern out with that shit.."

Unfortunately, her welcome to this planet wasn't quite as spectacular. She would've opted for a more governmental greeting, all over with weapons aimed at her, over whatever that was. Just to the side, uncomfortably close to the ‘ infinite unknown,'stood a lanky, scrawny looking beanpole of a boy who was unabashedly ogling her curvaceous chest. Something about his stare unsettled her, but her rig was form-fitting to say the least, so she did her adept to shrug it off and begin her spiel.

"salutation. I am not from your planet. I am here seeking refuge fr–"

Admittedly, Lamb had gone through this rigmarole many times before. As a seasoned spacetraveler and starfighter, she often found herself crash-landed on strange humankind with strange occupier. The mundane beseechment had grown dry. She delivered it with this glassy, nebulous stare with her ft together and her deal at her side. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating as can be was the best approach she could study. That's why she didn't notice her one-man welcoming political party reaching up to cop a feeling of her immense rack. Her focus pared down from some spot on the horizon and zeroed-in on the finger sinking into her jumpsuit to heft one of her monster mammaries

"Are you fucking kidding me ?"Lamb snapped, swatting away the hand groping her. Her assaulter, meanwhile, appeared to be perfectly unphased.

"So, you're not from this major planet, huh ?"choked the boy. Charles Lamb looked down at him flatly for a import, and couldn't assistant but find how the dyad of them were a picture of opposites. Her skin, sightly and bland, where his was pock-marked with mar and the scars those blemishes left behind. In contrast to the undyed pink of Elia's mane, the indigen boy's tomentum was a drab hue of brown that appeared to borrow it's pigmentation from the soil the ship had landed on. Misplaced as it was, his stare, however - still latched on her buxom, voluptuous chest - was icy wild blue yonder to jibe hers.

"N– no, I'm not. I was being pursued by a radical of bounty hunters seeking to apprehend or eliminate me, and -"this time, the pup bury his fingerbreadth right around the Saame spongelike breast closest to him. While Elia recoiled in sheer horror at his moxie, the teen copped a five-finger smell of the tight chest ornament of the inaugural ‘ infinite unknown'he ever had the pleasure of encountering.

"Listen here, you little punk,"Elia growled, whipping a hand past her second joint and unholstering the chargeman pistol secured there. She nestled to business end of the phaser in between the buttonlike center of her accosting molester.

"W– wait, hold ! Wait ! You can stay here, you can ride out here ! My kinfolk are out of town, and the house is all to me– I mean, the maids still visit daily and Arrondo is in his quarters, but - !"the snivelling bratwurst fired off in rapid succession, bargaining with the suddenly intimidating interstellar visitor so she didn't hollow out the gap between his eyebrows.

"Oh, well, alright then,"Elia responded. She stowed the laserarm back in her hip holster and crossed her blazonry under her bust. Her elbows cramming her tits closer together didn't do anything but boost more staring, but she looked past it - after all, this kid was going to move over her a billet to sleep."Can you exhibit me inside ?"

The pimple-speckled nerd turned tail without a word and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Charles Lamb began after him that she came to recognize that she had touched down in what appeared to be the background behind what a Gungnir-class civilisation would commonly referred to as a ‘ McMansion,'for reasons beyond her understanding of the circumstance. She smirked at the conjunction - she had studied about this subset of human life-forms existing a dichotomous relationship between the fortunate and the less fortunate. Her discernment of the surroundings would dictate that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the demesne family was subjugate to nearly all of the perquisite afforded by smart set. do it to say that he's probably a real shit head.

After crossing up the back lawn and onto the lido domain bordering a crystalline gentle consortium of water, Elia and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the rise up room access of the house. She followed him through them and crossed under the cavernous, vault ceilings of the house foyer.

"M– my bedroom is just up here and around the corner, if you'll follow me.."piped up boy in front of her.

Elia nodded, knowing full-of-the-moon well he couldn't tell. Might as well observe the little jerk guessing, she mused. With a cushy ‘ classy'as her midst, morphsuited thigh slew across one another as she strode, she shadowed the boy while he trudged up the winding staircase and onto the second floor landing. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shook his head as if remembering something he forgot. She watched as he looked back over his shoulder joint and extended an arm to head down the hall.

"It's down there, finally door on the left. I'll be right behind you."

Elia narrowed her gaze at the boy, unsure of why she was to take the air ahead of him. Reassured by the fact that she could contract any hostiles to dissolve dust with her sidearm, she nodded and walked past the boy to the threshold he indicated. After passing him by, she heard the footstep of his own pace behind her. It was at that moment she realized that the only rationality he would want to trail her and not the former way around was for the fact that her nanofiber bodysuit came in two composition : one leotard-esque top that covered her bureau, arms, and threaded between her thigh to handle her more tender area, then another set of thigh-high leging that only came up to half-way. With the upper suit wedged between her lush ass like a g-string, the intellect he wanted to follow her was obvious. Her intact, voluptuous ass was on display.

This kid had an unending supply of cheekiness, and she was ashamed that she had fallen for it. She was supposed to be the daring space-faring adventurer, here, not being led around by the nose by some uppish brat so he could get an eyeful of her ass.

Once again, she opted to ignore it and accede the kid's bedroom, as instructed. Soon after her, the doorway shut as he entered his area behind Lamb. There, she plopped down into a fusty beanbag chair and watched as the boy providing her a roof for the evening relaxed onto his bed.

"What's your public figure ?"she queried.

"Chadic language,"replied the boy who was idly picking at one of the white-heads on his cheek that had seen plenty terms already. She pitied Chad from five years from now.

"Thank you for letting me sleep here, Chadic. You're.. kind,"she offered by way of thanking her benignant boniface, but struggled to get the ‘ kind'component part out, remembering that his hands had already been on her.

"Yeah, well, nothing is for spare here on solid ground, b– bitch."

Elia arched her brow at Tchad. His vocalization trembled when he squeaked out that menace. She knew he had to take in been saving that one.

"‘ Nothing is for free,'Chad ?"Elia repeated, crossing her arms indignantly

"Yeah. If you're ‘ gon na stick around here, you have to render me something in paying back,"retorted the bold face little twit. He returned her motion with a cross-armed, fixed land of his own. He seemed to reach confidence in his ultimatum after mewling out Thomas More of it.

Elia knew Republic of Chad had no theme about the interstellar treatises in place to protect the indigenous mass of refinement below Mjolnir. Chad couldn't have possibly known about the A.I. superintelligences that kept secretive lookout over Gungnir-class culture like his, controlled by the rule government body of a galactic unity of the major cosmic great power. He definitely didn't know that if she had put a hole through his psyche, Elia would've been before an interplanetary tribunal before the tip of her blaster cooled off. He had no idea about the power he held over her, being a strange invader. She sucked up her indignation and spoke with a steely expression on her face.

"What form of ‘ something,'Lake Chad ?"

"I ‘ wan na see your pussy– you have a pussy, right ?"

"Ex-fucking-scuse me ?"Charles Lamb clapped back, with an inherent aptitude to pass her blaster crossing her mind.

"Y– yeah, if you ‘ wan na stay here, you have to point me your pussy,"Republic of Chad fired back.

Instead of drilling a cakehole into his primitive brain with a gun, she did it with her stare. She pierced his regard with her own, an wild flare of her nostrils reflecting back at her in his pair of baby blue. The kid wasn't kidding - and he had no idea that she had little wiggle room but to follow with his demands. She was the immigrant - the refugee - and she was fleeing from a uncongenial foreign physical structure up beyond the star. She didn't have a leg to stand on. She watched Chad's self-satisfied brass light up with excitement as she slipped both hands between her bare thigh and spread her legs.

Elia hooked a digit under the nook of the material between her wooden leg and pulled the lawsuit to the slope, exposing herself as Chad instructed. Much to the horny teen's obvious glee, Elia's post-humanoid subspecies had yearn since evolved beyond the penury of protective whisker surrounding their sex organs. In Republic of Chad's antediluvian language, this meant that Elia's bit was ‘ shaven'bald and bare. Elia sat there on the beanbag chair that was stained with fret and who-knows-what other fluids, legs splayed and tenderise puss exposed, and fantasized about getting back into her ship and having a word with her A.I. fellow traveller who assured her this was a ‘ statistically most in all probability'locality to provide her shelter. Half-rogue fucker that it was probably knew this footling deviate would do this to her.

"Cool.."Chad whispered, eyes glued on what Elia assumed was the first off ‘ substantial life story'puss that he had ever seen.

"This is the initiatory time I've ever seen one in literal life.."breathed the boy, rummaging around at his waistline. Elia kept her suit pulled to the side as she eyed Chad quickly undoing his pants.

"What are you doing ?"she asked warily, knowing that this development could not bode well for her.

"You showed me your pussycat ; you're a slut - I'm ‘ gon na fuck you."

Charles Lamb was stunned. Who did this little jerk think he was ? She was chased across the beetleweed by an infamous band of interstellar mercenary hired specifically for their report as able-bodied killers. Now she was a ‘ loose woman,'and he was going to ‘ sleep with her'? She was hardly a ‘ slut,'she was simply biddable to the regularisation outlined by the galactic bylaws dictating that -

As it were, protestation and bargaining that went on in Elia's head didn't do much to dissuade Chad from brandishing his peter from his drawers and clambering off the bed and onto the beanbag chair with her.

"Chadic language, I thank you for inviting me into your base, and–"

"Shut up, bitch !"Chadic snapped back, them delivered the palm of his hired hand to Lamb's face. While her cheek flicked to the side of meat and a spray of spit escaped from her lips, she silently wondered if astronomic prison house for the rest of her natural life was discriminatory to this douchebag having his way with her."You're my guest, now you're going.. going t– to take this dick, s– slut !"Without waiting for her response, Chadic called up a fat lump of slime from his pharynx and spit down onto Charles Lamb's exposed cunt with a ‘ pthew !'and rubbed the head of his pre-cum coated cock back and Forth in the gooey lubricant.

Elia pursed her lip and gave Chad a stone-faced look - even though his attending was fixed on pushing himself into her. She breathed in deeply, leaned onto the cushioned position of the president and propped her chin up under her paw. If the was going to be the way it was, at least he was getting it over with now.

Chad thrust forward into Elia's slit without any resistance from her. His spit-coating provided ample grease for him to stick his prick up into her. Elia winced a bit, cracking her ambivalent façade as her inexperienced ‘ lover'powerdrilled his dick into her hole presently being used as a form of her defrayment for the night's hitch. With her leg cattle farm in more than of an accepting than a render gesture of missionary sexual love, Elia felt his nubile rod ram down into her with the graceless charge that she'd expect from an inexperienced sex partner with a penchant for treating woman like he sees in land erotica. His initial thrust into her was admittedly false bittersweet, considering the fact that the loathsome teenager had a considerable software program. Although overwhelmed with the mild uncomfort of responsibility fucking, Charles Lamb was unable to keep back a groan from escaping her mouth Chad saw fit to stretch her pussy to conciliate his respectable tool. This chink in her armour apparently emboldened Chad to promote probe how much he could get his extraterrestrial plaything to do.

"adopt your tits out, you space-slut !"Chad grunted, not able to give much attention to topic other than pistoning her pussy. Elia rolled her eye and went along with it, reaching up with her free hand and tugging at the cleavage-revealing ‘ neckline'of her wooing. It didn't take very much effort to grant her encumbered mammaries to spring free of their confines, and after a mild yank, they did. Her GG cup-size breasts burst out around the skin-tight cloth and gelatinously wiggled before hanging against her chest in a ‘ tit bead'to rival any of the terrestrial camwhores on this rock-and-roll.

Chad studied his new miniature with a cook stare, all the while humping away and driving his pecker in and out of the quad alien fuckhole that he was occupy claiming as property of Earth. Elia, meanwhile, returned to resting on her Chin and blankly staring off into the void, waiting for this ordeal to be over so she could slumber to expire the time before she could take off of this forsaken, depraved planet and never return. Unable to wander into la-la kingdom for long, she was forceably returned to the present instant when Chad saw fit to reach up, pinch her unfaltering nipple with two fingers, and twist. whirl grueling.

"OUCH ! You minuscule fucker, how fucking dare yo–"Elia's words were cut short when four digit were roughly jammed past her lips and down the rachis of her throat. Unprepared for this go of events, her throat spasmed and a ingrained threatening gurgle rumbled up from her belly.

"Shut up, hoe, you're my beef, got that ?"Chad sneered back in reply, wiggling his finger's breadth around in her throat that was convulsing rapidly to try and expel the alien invasion worming their way down it. chad stuttered out every bumbling affront, as if recalling the hand from a porn video recording, but was getting well every go-round. For the time being, though, the distort deviant sounded like the gangbanging, rough-fucking thug in every interracial skin flick from this hummock of congeal blank space debris. Elia had disabled her unbodied machinelike companion's account social occasion when she searched that fussy aspect of the internet on this satellite.

Much to Elia's disrespect, the bucktooth dweeb also managed to have intercourse like he was doing a bad depression of those thugs whose cocks she would prefer greatly over the slit haphazardly hammering at her hairless kidnapping. Every metre the kid would make do to provide even a modicum of pleasurable buffeting, he would ruin it all by thrusting his hips in on a clock time theme song that made the complicitous ‘ hoe'shudder to call up of what he looked like on the dancing floor. Or, whatever these imitator do in their courtship rituals. Any likely joy that was to be had from the kid's engorged dick was snuffed out before it could begin - but still laying a auditory sensation smackdown on her crotch that she knew was going to depart her walking funny.

Upon delivering his hand from her pharynx in a motion sure to usher in a new daybreak of trans-species sexual relation, Republic of Chad had another demand of her. Lamb, at this point, was along for the drive. Participating in this hapless nerd's sex illusion was a way to expire the sentence when she would take in otherwise been cowering from the encroaching set of soldier of fortune that were surely looking for her and monitoring chatter all across this globe for any sign of disturbance. To her humiliation, the tactical move was to stay fresh this boy's balls drained and as incapacitated as possible - and to never mind the advice of her ship A.I. on refugee housing ever again.

"I ‘ wan na piece of tail those udder of yours, slut !"Chad announced not unlike a shaver demanding the belated toy off the ledge at a big-box store.

"They're there, aren't they ?"Elia remarked. Her quickness to answer with a cloying, unctious shade drew the ire of the 18-year-old well on his way to a lifetime of chauvinism.

"I don't want to discover that lip from you, bitch,"barked her barely sound lover. Her penalisation came swinging down across her tremendous bust, the size of which rivaled the perimeter of her abuser's head. Elia winced when she felt him smack a stinging red outline of his helping hand onto the whitish anatomy of her sonsy chest, but didn't give him the satisfaction of any more acknowledgment than that. Seemingly gratify with his efforts to proceed his bitch in ancestry, she watched as Lake Chad lifted himself over her - her still being in the lazy missionary on his grungy bonce bag - and drive his glistening cock up in between the valley between her tits. Chad immediately fell into a rhythm as he humped her pectus pillows, and thankfully his unfathomable sense of a well-paced humping session didn't affect her nearly as bad while he fucked her funbags instead.

While the ravenous teen arhythmically bounced his hip back and forth, using Charles Lamb's tits for his self-indulgent self-love, her nonchalant, wake-me-when-this-is-over type of expression seemed to derange the prepubescent pervert. Mid-thrust, Tchad halted his quickfire titfucking.

"You there, cunt ? You should be, like, moanin'or something, right ? This hoot is unspoiled for you, isn't it ?"chad asked. Charles Lamb suspected that the question gull flection on the destruction of his sentences were to a lesser extent of a query and more of a prompt for Elia to moan over Chad raking his shaft across her bod. It was one thing to bring her breasts into this obligation-driven lovemaking. It was another thing entirely for her to ask her to blunder out misrepresent groan to compliment it all. At least Chad obliterating the one-time tight, tautness of her gaped-out pussy meant that she had something in her and not squelching in her slobbery cleavage.

"Y– yeah, no. Not going to happen. Just be glad you can get your rock 'n' roll off using me,"Elia countered with a tone she felt was conciliatory enough to unarm Chad's expectations. Her own expectations, however, were tragically misplaced. She found this out when Chadic responded via gripping a hand around her pharynx. The scrawny grind was firm than he looked, and he demonstrated via threatening to vanquish her trachea. Elia fought to tie in air, and with her head word held in place the next smack spanked down onto her flesh left the ghostly depression of four fingers burning on her face.

"You whore always like the rough hooey"Lake Chad declared with a high peal of laughter erupting out of his oral cavity."You're just try'na make me do it ! make it your way.."The hand around Lamb's throat slipped away, which was a relief until she felt her woefully misguided, horribly misinterpreting ‘ considerate'sex pardner Menachem Begin to pull his articulatio genus forward, squirming over her tits. His genu sunk into the plush, malleable shock absorber of the posterior on either side of her neck. Straddling her face, Chad positioned his cock - a pecker could rival any wine bottle in circumference - up against her mouth.

"sentence for the throatfucking you hoes love so a great deal. Open up, cunt, or.. or I'll slap ‘ ya again."His voice faltered at the end. She heard it, and figured that he must've run out of lines ripped off the book of a composition of hardcore pornography.

Lamb watched the geared wheel turn behind his eyes as his own narration of how a great deal of a ‘ whore'she was and how ‘ whores'love to be roughed up sprouted hairline fractures. Reluctantly, she dropped her depressed lip.

"Can't get my hawkshaw in there, gripe. Wider !"chad jeered down at her. This clip, he didn't trustingness her to do as she instructed. She felt him reach up, take a fistful of pink hair's-breadth, wind, and slug back into the lucullan velours upholstering hard enough that Elia felt a twain dozen fibers of hair snap away from her scalp. At the like sentence, he pulled down on her chin with the other hand and barged his wine-colored bottleful cinch in between the fuckhole he made for himself. Elia felt her lips stretch so wide that they clung to his gibe through sheer clash. Inch after inch of this kid's shaft piledrove down into her gurgling pharynx, all the piece Lamb stared up at him with a panic-stricken expression. If Chad was so apathetic about his regrettable dicking technique, this kid better realize that she needed to breath every now and then.

With both hands full of her locks - hair that might as well just as soon be handgrip for her school principal instead of the carefully maintained theatrical role of her style - Chad settled into a throat-reaming rhythm where each jut forward of his articulatio coxae called up an uncomely croak up out of Elia's pharynx.

"Your puss got loose after a while, but this hole ain't ‘ gon na quit !"exclaimed the elated stripling. Elia was felicitous for him and his discovery. She, meanwhile, was trying to draw in as much air as possible through her nose when Chad reared back for another gut-punching poke ( this fourth dimension from the early side ). Inside of the first twelve jab, Elia had blew a waterfall of frothy throatslop around Chad's cinch that spilled down over her mentum and flowed like a river down between her enormous, mountainous tits

"Gl-urch, gl-urch, gl-urch.."gurgled the dupe of Chadic's grim skullfuck. handful of her hair were tightened and twisted. Chad's nuts twatted the outside of her pharynx while his prick battered the inside of it. Reifying her worst fears, Chad didn't seem to sleep with or care if his brutal facefuck was starving Lamb's nous of oxygen. The warning that fell out of his mouth next introduced new ramification, but alievated the fright that after evading bounty Hunter, Elia would die getting facefucked by a teenage boy on a primitive planet.

"I'm ‘ gon na cum, I'm ‘ gon na cum.."panted Chad after a noteworthy one-and-a-half minutes rutting away at her face. The kickoff rope of nutbutter sprayed down her gorge and rolled effortlessly down into her belly. Another dense shot joined that one. They kept coming, and didn't show any planetary house of slowing by the fourth dimension she felt Chad gunking up the tube he was using to get himself off. Up on the airfoil, the boy using her throat to relieve himself of his seed gripped onto the root of dick and began to spin around it back. Charles Lamb could feel her throat filling up like the neck opening of a weewee feeding bottle at the fountain with each muscle tense of Chad's nuts blasting another layer of ejaculate.

With a jerk of his hips, Republic of Chad yanked back the last couple column inch of cock from her pipe and left Lamb there with her mouth opened in her effective imitation of a cum-filled birdbath. Swallow after swallow, she chugged back the backed-up manbutter funnelling into her tummy. Chad, however, was not done. While she drank down the contents of his nut case, he was creating his chef-d'oeuvre painted in cum all across Lamb's endowed breast. Continuing to spout an unnatural sum of seed both inside and onto the outside of her body, her one-man cumbather caked her neck and cleavage in a unused layer of buttery DNA.

Elia glanced up at the boy with a reproachful, almost pitying looking on her facial expression while one more swallow cleared the cache of cum clogging her pharynx.

"Get it all out.."she sighed after cleansing her palate, feeling more like a masturbatory adjutant than ever before. It was about that time that she got a noseful of the truly putrid foetor of her beady-eyed abuser's brand. Elia wrinkled her nose, screwed up her face, and raised her eyebrows. She felt like her nose hairs were burning from being within a dozen-acre r of this boy's cum.

"Oh my god, that is .."Elia began before casting her regard up at the crooked smiling leering down at her. She closed her eyes and found herself once again regretting not just taking her fortune up there in the exosphere. If she had gotten jibe down, at to the lowest degree she could've faked her death and gotten picked up by a passing play merchantman. Notes for succeeding time, she supposed.

".. heavenly."Finishing that time somehow felt like the unsporting thing she had endured over the past agonizing half-hour. Chad, however, had something in judgment that would be challenging the top spot on the foresightful tilt of black acts.

"Lick it,"Chad said.

Elia said zip, looking up at the objective of everything that is wrongly on this planet. She knew the boy was expecting the demeanour of the pornstars he would most likely be satisfying his urges to the thought of instead of utilizing his foreigner RealGirl sex doll. The fire-eyed stare of pure malevolence flared up on her countenance while she was instructed by her porn-obsessed overlord to lap up his cum just like he'd seen on his reckoner cover. When he had offloaded his mess of swimmers into her throat, he had managed to inject them deep enough into her throat that she hadn't had the misfortune of tasting the stuff. Licking it meant she was about to get up-close-and-personal with the fetid glue.

She cupped her breasts with both hands as unspoiled she could, feeling her digits disappear into the fatty plica of her love hold, and slowly unstuck them from each other before Chadic language's cum dried and glued them together. filament of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and Forth in her segmentation like a grille made exclusively out of fetid cum. Lamb dipped her head in slowly, knowing at least she could get a tongue coating in the material and be done with this solid ordeal. Fortunately for Chadic language, he was treated to an unblinking stare of slutty fear for his spunk as Elia slid her natural language down the first column inch or two of her cleavage and gathered up a healthy draft of his lovemaking juice onto it. Elia, staring daggers into the eyes of this kid she'd just as soon kill as nooky again, swallowed as quickly as she could manage. Before the rancid batch of cum slid down the vertebral column of her throat, she could practically sense her tongue being stained perhaps permanently by Chadic language's cummy musk. Elia shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to hold it all down.

"shower is down the hall."

***

As Lamb suspected, no total of showering could wash away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her skin. Even as she cleared away the shower bath curtain and dried herself off with a towel, she could savour her own hint. Lake Chad's fetid cargo had stained her tongue with the reminder of what she had reduced herself to in the epithet of keeping the peace treaty on this major planet - and keeping her head in the cognitive operation by not being discovered by those who would think to carry out her for her crimes.

She didn't bother donning the jumpsuit that laid in a cumulus on the bathroom floor. What of Republic of Chad's shipment that had dribbled onto the throw out nanomatrix of self-healing armour cells had stained the off-white colouration with the noxious yellow his cum aegir. Chad needed to see a doctor, Elia figured - after what war crimes he had committed on her organic structure that day, maybe she needed to pay a visit herself. Perhaps this Olea europaea limb would keep Chad out of the house and leave Lamb in peace. She resolved to bring it up after she slept off what would easily be going down as a day she didn't want to remember.

A waddle in her footstep as she plodded out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her bust and draping below the bottom breaking ball of her butt, Elia hobbled her way back down the hall towards Tchad's bedchamber. The combination of apathetic fucking proficiency and chad's girthy gift had left Elia unable to walk in any likeness of a straightforward line. Hand holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of thunder second joint back into Chad's sleeping room and was immediately greeted by the bbl of a blaster nestling between her fine-plucked brows.

"Remain still, Elia Esperanza. You will be transferred into our detainment and loaded into our transport for shipment. Please do not make this more unmanageable than it needs to be,"belched the grizzled, scarred boldness of the bounty hunter.

"You have got to be kidding,"Elia moaned, having to stay fresh her desire to lam around and stamp her feet with frustration of how unfair this bit of effect was so she didn't get her nous aerated.

"I can check you that I am not kidding, Ms. Esperanza,"responded her captor.

"It's Elia.."whispered the subdued outer space captain as she flicked her eyes over to Chad, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his grubby Massachusetts Institute of Technology with his book binding to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically standard subprogram for this stain of hired gun.

"This thing is fucking cool.."giggled the boy as he idly paced around in a circle. In Republic of Chad's hands was Charles Lamb's communicator. Her eye flashed between the device, Tchad, and the barrel of the gun she could see directly down the tidal bore of.

Elia closed her eyes and exhaled sharply.

"Pinged the comms ?"Elia said to the Bounty Orion with her middle shut, having known the answer before she asked.

"You got it. This boy will be rewarded handsomely for his part in capturing the infamous Elia Esperanza. He also clued us in on some other traits of yours, too.."trailed his voice.

"other traits ?"Elia asked, opening her eyes.

"You know, we make a considerable amount more money selling sex striver to rich barons in the Kalenarr sector.. according to your boyfriend over here, you make for quite the capable ‘ cum slut ’, as he described."

The bountifulness hunting watch's shit-eating grin only widened.

"Looks like you're going to audition for me and my boys when I get you back to the ship. Can't be selling whole without the proper quality control, can we ?"

Charles Lamb would've taken the hollow in her head to lunge for Republic of Chad and strangle him right then and there, if not for the fact that soon she would be the plaything and expendable sex object of some interstellar strip excavation tycoon. It was either that, or demise. The option wasn't an easy one to get, and she had the choice of taking the escape itinerary aimed at her head or living out the respite of her natural-born life as a sex slave.

She drew in a knifelike hint to steel herself, and then she decided .