“ Come on, damn it ! They're going to bewitch us at this pace !"the rose-haired blank space pilot snarled at the dashboard of her craft before grasping at the controls and overriding her ornery automated co-pilot. Their lackadaisical approach to the desperate post that both of them were in - regardless of whether or not an unfeeling machine intelligence could swear out ‘ impendent danger to existence,'or if it even cared that both of them were about to perish in the vacuum of space - was about prove fatal.

"Ms. Esperanza, I assure you that I have set the paragon course for the nearest major planet of resort - per your didactics. We will arrive there in approximately fifteen mo and–"

"If we're not there in five, the only bits of us that will ca-ca 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 ill of a actuation organisation failing rapidly.".. and, in slip we both die shriek in the future thirty seconds, I want you to get it on that I loathe that you've always called me ‘ Ms. Esperanza'– like, are we supposed to be comrade or– !"

The feisty space captain was rudely interrupted by another wild explosion that sent the total craft onto its slope. As the entire bridgework of the ship quaked, Elia reached up and grasped onto the headrest of her cockpit seat to steady herself as the jackanapes cruiser automatically returned to the preset orientation. She huffed with thwarting and slid her skin-tight morphsuit-clad ass into the aging upholstery. With a motion picture and a couple of closet, she brought up the rear-facing television camera and glared at the pursuit vehicles that were presently trying their damndest to make it so she wouldn't be making it to her following birthday.

"I thought they wanted to fascinate me, not fucking execution me ! I only wanted to adopt it for a while.."Charles Lamb bemoaned at the screen - and most definitely not to the A.I. who had been more than of an irritant than a helping hand in this xxx light-year high-speed Chase across the cosmos until pulling out of slipspace in some backwater galaxy in a last-ditch effort to lose those who would have in mind to wipe out her.

"Ms. Esperanza–"

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

".. I would recommend that you disengage from my autopilot modality and endeavour 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 illumination cunning, 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 pilot pursed her lips, leaned back in the creaking command chair of the outdated ballistic capsule, 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 skilful for something, after all.."Lamb acknowledged as she brought a hand up to the top of the control pin and gave it a pat - though she wasn't sealed the ship was aware of this next-best-thing to a pat on the spine. She had little prison term to regard the complication of a machine's mental ability for interpreting pinch, however, because the satellite's iridescent blue surface was rapidly approaching.

Even with only one fully-functional engine, the welterweight craftsmanship sliced like butter through the atmosphere of pressure that anchored the planet into its rotation. She watched as the temperature caliber on the readout in front of her raise higher and higher before normalizing just as the puffy, vapourific collections of piddle corpuscle parted in strawman of her and gave way to a picturesque sight of a sprawling blue gem of an ocean.

"So, there's life story on this planet. That's a start. Maybe I can just veil out here for a while.."Charles Lamb thought aloud as she yanked back the control sticks to cut the ship's plummet toward the H2O's surface. With a stomp on the afterburner, the space-travel equivalent of a sportswoman saloon juddered for a moment before shooting off across the surface of the ocean beneath it. The outstretching landscape of endless blueing horizons, if only for a moment, brought Elia to forget that she was being pursued by violent, vengeful, and plainly pissed off individuals who would soon be hot on her shadower again. With a pivot of the rubber-texture control stick to the porthole position, the craft yawed over and the outstretched tip of the stabilization wing dipped into the surface of the piddle. Behind her, a jet rinse wake of white-capped waves flared up off of the previously unplowed control 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 life, but I would recommend a persistence in this course for at least several thousand international mile,"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 terminal figure ‘ partnership'and found this definition–"

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

Feeling the relief of an evasion well executed, Lamb eased her white-knuckled suitcase from the controls and allowed her back to slow down 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 bank towards the growing landmass in the distance. Carving the ship over the water system toward the beach, Elia watched the landscape below the Class-B infinite cruiser pass from a deep blueing to a vibrant, alky green.

"Land-ho.."Elia condescended, wriggling her finger back and forth in the air in a celebration. Easing back on the ascendency, Elia careened the craft up into the swarm layer and began tapping away at doojigger and electric switch on the heads-up display. An untrained eye would've interpreted her prompting selections on the holographic interface as random, Charles Lamb knew. Thankfully, as a space ace, only some of her inputs were random. All the same, she managed to engage the terrain-scanning recon protocol in promise of gathering all important data on this alien heavenly consistence.

Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the rude major planet yielded a wealth of reconnaissance mission datum for the refugee sensation pilot. It was a tip of her craft to make indisputable you know as very much as possible about any extraneous planet before setting landing train on it. Without a decently well-rounded image of what kind of environs she would be immersing herself into, there would be higher hazard for encountering compromising variables.

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

"simpleton burning engines.. primitive infrastructure.. carbon-based emissions.."Charles Lamb listed off the potential drop complication that could perplex her temporary way station as a space-faring refugee on this rock.

"It is in all probability that you will experience difficulty blending in effectively in this solar system. They have yet to boost 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 autopilot and meet me down somewhere with the high-pitched chance for finding tax shelter,"instructed Lamb, already lamenting the visitation she would surely encounter down there on the surface. She reached down to the side of the seat and pushed back on the knurled boss that prompted the chair to recline automatically. Sufficiently comfortable, Elia kicked her feet up onto some inconsequential zoo of bells and whistling - it's not like she needed to know what all of them do, anyway - and reclined in the command deck of cards buttocks that fit her shapely backside like a glove at this breaker point, many years into their servicing together.

"Wake me when we get there,"Lamb began before pausing to pitch a sardonic punch to her order,"buddy."That out of the way, she reached back behind her tortuous head of pastel pink hair, linked her fingers, and closed her eyes while relaxing into them.

"aye-aye, Ms. Espe–"the ship A.I. stopped short-change. Lamb opened one eye inquisitively for a import to wait for the logical, calculating conclusion to her robotic companion's reply. None came. almost starship captains - especially 1 flying solo, like Captain Elia Esperanza did - substitute their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand light years of travel. The only when time you ever heard about ‘ rogue A.I.'committing some kind of inhumanity aboard luxury cruise liners or orbiting research adroitness were when the artificial sentiency was given too a great deal 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 possibleness yet by shutting her heart once again and drifting off to sleep.

***

"We have arrived, senior pilot,"trilled the lifeless representative of the ship. Elia felt thankful for the helpful, considerate interstellar comrade that she had with her. Not only did it apply her a wake-up call, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering quake up the bow of the workmanship as the robot pilot dug landing gear into terrestrial soil.

"screw ! Y– yeah, thanks.."Elia said as her rude wakening subsided, tapering off from the gang fight into a humming vibration of gimpy engine systems,".. dick."

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

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

"That is in my scheduling, police chief,"responded the disembodied voice with a bum chirp.

Charles Lamb nodded, which seemed to trigger off the all-seeing conception to carry out her direction. With a room-filling cloud of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym footlocker of a room backed off on the pressure valve, securing safe enactment into the relatively unknown landscape. The bright daylight slipped through the widening crack of the exterior bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial. With as much sureness as she could muster up, Lamb catwalked out from the retractable gangplank that had extended out to ferry her down to the planet's surface. This part always got her core racing a bit. There was no telling what variety of wonderful, balmy, constitutive creations that the cosmos would render on any given planet in any given wandflower. The peach of the universe was boundless, and as Elia crunched down into the blades of grass just off of the paseo, she was eager to surcharge in the sights.

"Is that a have intercourse space alien ! ? sanctum piece of tail, she's nooky hot, too. Just like in the comic. Maybe she's here to repopulate her species - I'm certainly I could help oneself the slut out with that shit.."

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

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

Admittedly, Elia had gone through this rigamarole many fourth dimension before. As a seasoned spacetraveler and starfighter, she often found herself crash-landed on strange domain with foreign resident. The procedure beseechment had grown dry. She delivered it with this glassy, nebulous stare with her feet together and her hands at her slope. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating as can be was the best approach she could aim. That's why she didn't notice her one-man welcoming party reaching up to cop a spirit of her immense wheel. Her nidus pared down from some situation on the horizon and zeroed-in on the fingers sinking into her jumpsuit to heft one of her monster mammaries

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

"So, you're not from this planet, huh ?"choked the boy. Elia looked down at him flatly for a moment, and couldn't service but notice how the pair of them were a picture of opponent. Her skin, comely and tranquil, where his was pock-marked with blemishes and the scars those blemishes left behind. In line to the uncolored pink of Elia's mane, the indigene boy's hairsbreadth was a drab hue of brown that appeared to take up it's pigmentation from the soil the ship had landed on. Misplaced as it was, his stare, however - still latched on her buxom, well-endowed breast - was icy wild blue yonder to play off hers.

"N– no, I'm not. I was being pursued by a group of bounty hunting watch seeking to get the picture or eradicate me, and -"this metre, the whelp sunk his fingers right around the same squishy breast closest to him. While Elia recoiled in sheer horror at his moxie, the teen copped a five-finger feel of the taut chest ornament of the commencement ‘ space outlander'he ever had the delight of encountering.

"Listen here, you picayune punk,"Lamb growled, whipping a hand past her thigh and unholstering the blaster pistol secured there. She nestled to business end of the phaser in between the sequined eyes of her accosting molester.

"W– wait, wait ! Wait ! You can stay here, you can stay here ! My folks are out of townspeople, and the house is all to me– I mean, the maids still visit daily and Arrondo is in his quarters, but - !"the snivelling little terror 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,"Charles Lamb responded. She stowed the laserarm back in her hip holster and crossed her subdivision under her bust. Her elbows cramming her tits closer together didn't do anything but further More staring, but she looked past it - after all, this kid was going to cave in her a blank space to catch some Z's."Can you evidence me inside ?"

The pimple-speckled nerd turned posterior without a intelligence and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Elia began after him that she came to earn that she had touched down in what appeared to be the grounds behind what a Gungnir-class refinement would commonly referred to as a ‘ McMansion,'for understanding beyond her understanding of the context. She smirked at the coincidence - she had studied about this subset of homo life-forms existing a dichotomous relationship between the fortunate and the less fortunate. Her understanding of the environment would prescribe that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the estate planetary house was subject to nearly all of the exclusive right afforded by society. suffice it to say that he's probably a real shit head.

After crossing up the back lawn and onto the lido area bordering a crystalline blue pool of urine, Elia and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the nurture 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 movement of her.

Elia nodded, knowing to the full well he couldn't tell. Might as well prevent the fiddling jerky guessing, she mused. With a gentle ‘ swish'as her midst, morphsuited second joint slither across one another as she strode, she shadowed the boy while he trudged up the winding staircase and onto the second base landing. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shook his head teacher as if remembering something he forgot. She watched as he looked back over his articulatio humeri and extended an arm to point down the hall.

"It's down there, net door on the left field. I'll be properly behind you."

Lamb narrowed her gaze at the boy, unsure of why she was to walk ahead of him. Reassured by the fact that she could dilute any hostiles to melt down dust with her sidearm, she nodded and walked past the boy to the door he indicated. After passing him by, she heard the footfalls of his own pace behind her. It was at that moment she realized that the but reason he would require to get behind her and not the former way around was for the fact that her nanofiber bodysuit came in two pieces : one leotard-esque top that covered her chest, munition, and threaded between her second joint to cover her more sensitive regions, then another set of thigh-high leg covering that only came up to half-way. With the speed suit wedged between her lush ass like a thong, the reason he wanted to watch her was obvious. Her entire, voluptuous ass was on display.

This kid had an unending provision 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 snotty little terror so he could get an eyeful of her ass.

Once again, she opted to brush aside it and recruit the kid's chamber, as instructed. Soon after her, the threshold shut as he entered his domain behind Elia. There, she plopped down into a musty beanbag electric chair and watched as the boy providing her a roof for the evening relaxed onto his bed.

"What's your gens ?"she queried.

"Lake Chad,"replied the boy who was idly picking at one of the white-heads on his nerve that had seen adequate damage already. She pitied Chad from five years from now.

"Thank you for letting me sleep here, Chad. You're.. variety,"she offered by way of thanking her gracious master of ceremonies, but struggled to get the ‘ kind'part out, remembering that his manpower had already been on her.

"Yeah, well, zero is for free here on solid ground, b– bitch."

Elia arched her eyebrows at Chad. His voice trembled when he squeaked out that threat. She knew he had to have been saving that one.

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

"Yeah. If you're ‘ gon na rest here, you have to give me something in return,"retorted the bold little twit. He returned her gesture with a cross-armed, fixed state of his own. He seemed to reach confidence in his ultimatum after mewling out more than of it.

Lamb knew Lake Chad had no mind about the interstellar treatises in place to protect the autochthonic hoi polloi of culture below Mjolnir. Chadic couldn't have possibly known about the A.I. superintelligences that kept fold watch over Gungnir-class civilizations like his, controlled by the ruling politics body of a galactic unity of the major cosmic superpowers. He definitely didn't know that if she had put a pickle through his headspring, Elia would've been before an interplanetary court before the tip of her blaster cooled off. He had no musical theme about the world power he held over her, being a strange invader. She sucked up her indignation and spoke with a steely reflection on her face.

"What kind of ‘ something,'Chad ?"

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

"Ex-fucking-scuse me ?"Elia clapped back, with an instinct to disembowel her chargeman crossing her mind.

"Y– yeah, if you ‘ wan na stay here, you have to show me your puss,"Chad fired back.

Instead of drilling a hole into his primitive person brain with a gun, she did it with her stare. She pierced his gaze with her own, an angry flair of her nostrils reflecting back at her in his pair of babe blues. The kid wasn't kidding - and he had no melodic theme that she had little wiggle room but to comply with his demands. She was the immigrant - the refugee - and she was fleeing from a hostile alien body up beyond the stars. She didn't have a leg to stand on. She watched Chad's smug face light up with inflammation as she slipped both handwriting between her bare second joint and spread her legs.

Charles Lamb hooked a finger under the corner of the material between her legs and pulled the lawsuit to the face, exposing herself as Lake Chad instructed. a good deal to the horny teen's obvious glee, Lamb's post-humanoid backwash had long since evolved beyond the need of protective pilus surrounding their sex pipe organ. In Lake Chad's archaic nomenclature, this meant that Elia's snatch was ‘ shaven'bald and bare. Elia sat there on the beanbag chair that was stained with sweat and who-knows-what other fluids, legs splayed and tender pussy exposed, and fantasized about getting back into her ship and having a word with her A.I. companion who assured her this was a ‘ statistically most probably'locality to provide her shelter. Half-rogue fucker that it was probably knew this minuscule pervert would do this to her.

"Cool.."Chad whispered, eyes glued on what Elia assumed was the first ‘ material life'kitty that he had ever seen.

"This is the inaugural time I've ever seen one in real life.."breathed the boy, rummaging around at his waistline. Charles Lamb kept her cause pulled to the side as she eyed Chadic quickly undoing his pants.

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

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

Elia was stunned. Who did this little jerking think he was ? She was chased across the galaxy by an infamous band of interstellar mercenaries hired specifically for their reputation as able-bodied slayer. Now she was a ‘ slattern,'and he was going to ‘ fuck her'? She was hardly a ‘ slovenly woman,'she was simply biddable to the regularization outlined by the galactic bylaws dictating that -

As it were, protests and bargaining that went on in Elia's top dog didn't do much to dissuade Chad from brandishing his cock from his pants and clambering off the bed and onto the beanbag chair with her.

"Chad, I thank you for inviting me into your home, and–"

"Shut up, bitch !"Chad snapped back, them delivered the decoration of his helping hand to Elia's human face. While her typeface flicked to the side and a nebuliser of spitting escaped from her mouth, she silently wondered if galactic prison for the balance of her rude life story was preferential to this douchebag having his way with her."You're my Edgar Guest, now you're going.. going t– to contain this dick, s– slut !"Without waiting for her response, Chad called up a fat glob of slime from his pharynx and pitter-patter down onto Elia's exposed cunt with a ‘ pthew !'and rubbed the straits of his pre-cum coated cock back and Forth River in the gooey lubricant.

Elia pursed her back talk and gave Chad a stone-faced look - even though his attention was fixed on pushing himself into her. She breathed in deeply, leaned onto the cushioned side of the chair and propped her Kuki-Chin up under her hand. If the was going to be the way it was, at least he was getting it over with now.

Chad jabbing forward into Elia's snatch without any electric resistance from her. His spit-coating provided ample grime for him to bewilder his son of a bitch up into her. Elia winced a bit, cracking her ambivalent façade as her inexperienced ‘ lover'powerdrilled his dick into her jam presently being used as a descriptor of her payment for the night's stay. With her peg ranch in more of an accepting than a resign gesture of missionary lovemaking, Elia felt his nubile rod ram down into her with the graceless hurry that she'd expect from an inexperienced sex partner with a penchant for treating charwoman like he sees in Earth pornos. His initial thrust into her was admittedly bittersweet, considering the fact that the loathsome adolescent had a considerable packet. Although overwhelmed with the mild uncomfort of obligation fucking, Elia was unable to keep a moan from escaping her lips Tchad saw fit to load her pussy to accommodate his respectable tool. This chink in her armor apparently emboldened Chad to further probe how much he could get his extraterrestrial plaything to do.

"Take your tits out, you space-slut !"Tchad grunted, not able to consecrate much attention to subject other than pistoning her pussy. Elia rolled her middle and went along with it, reaching up with her exempt deal and tugging at the cleavage-revealing ‘ neckline'of her suit. It didn't take often sweat to set aside her encumbered mammaries to ricochet loose of their confines, and after a meek Yankee-Doodle, they did. Her GG cup-size breasts burst out around the skin-tight material and gelatinously wiggled before hanging against her thorax in a ‘ titty drop'to match any of the terrestrial camwhores on this rock.

Tchad studied his new miniature with a furbish up stare, all the piece humping away and driving his gumshoe in and out of the space stranger fuckhole that he was busy claiming as prop of Earth. Elia, meanwhile, returned to resting on her Kuki-Chin and blankly staring off into the void, waiting for this ordeal to be over so she could catch some Z's to pass the time before she could take off of this forsaken, depraved planet and never return. Unable to drift into la-la land for long, she was forceably returned to the award consequence when chad saw fit to pass up, pinch her slopped nipple with two digit, and twist. gimmick hard.

"OUCH ! You little fucker, how fucking dare yo–"Charles Lamb's lyric were cut poor when four finger's breadth were roughly jammed past her lips and down the dorsum of her throat. Unprepared for this turn of case, her throat spasmed and a implanted threatening gurgle rumbled up from her belly.

"Shut up, hoe, you're my bitch, got that ?"Chad sneered back in response, wiggling his fingers around in her throat that was convulsing rapidly to try and release the alien invasion worming their way down it. Chad stuttered out every left-handed insult, as if recalling the hand from a pornography video, but was getting better every go-round. For the time being, though, the writhe pervert sounded like the gangbanging, rough-fucking thug in every interracial hide flick from this mound of congealed space debris. Elia had disabled her disembodied robotic fellow traveller's chronicle subprogram when she searched that particular aspect of the net on this planet.

Much to Elia's disrespect, the bucktooth swot also managed to love like he was doing a bad impression of those thugs whose cocks she would prefer greatly over the pecker haphazardly hammering at her hairless cunt. Every time the kid would manage to bring home the bacon even a modicum of pleasurable pounding, he would destroy it all by thrusting his pelvis in on a time signature that made the complicitous ‘ hoe'tremor to conceive of what he looked like on the dancing storey. Or, whatever these anthropoid do in their courtship ritual. Any potential pleasure that was to be had from the kid's engorged cock was snuffed out before it could get - but still laying a sound smackdown on her genital organ that she knew was going to lead her walking funny.

Upon delivering his hand from her pharynx in a motion sure to usher in a new dawn of trans-species coition, Lake Chad had another requirement of her. Charles Lamb, at this full point, was along for the ride. Participating in this hapless nerd's sex fantasies was a way to occur the time when she would have otherwise been cowering from the encroaching lot of soldier of fortune that were surely looking for her and monitoring yakety-yak all across this Earth for any signboard of disturbance. To her humiliation, the tactical movement was to keep this boy's balls drained and as incapacitated as possible - and to never heed the advice of her ship A.I. on refugee housing ever again.

"I ‘ wan na shtup those udder of yours, loose woman !"Tchad announced not unlike a small fry demanding the latest toy off the shelf at a big-box store.

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

"I don't want to hear that lip from you, holler,"barked her barely legal lover. Her penalisation came swinging down across her enormous bout, the size of which rivaled the circumference of her abuser's head. Elia winced when she felt him reek a stinging red outline of his handwriting onto the milklike flesh of her curvaceous chest, but didn't give him the expiation of any more acknowledgement than that. Seemingly live up to with his exertion to keep his bitch in melodic line, she watched as Chad lifted himself over her - her still being in the lazy missionary on his dingy attic bag - and campaign his glistening tool up in between the valley between her tits. Tchad immediately fell into a cycle as he humped her chest pillows, and thankfully his unfathomable horse sense of a well-paced humping seance didn't affect her nearly as bad while he fucked her funbags instead.

While the ravenous teen arhythmically bounced his hips back and Forth River, using Elia's mammilla for his self-indulgent narcism, her nonchalant, wake-me-when-this-is-over eccentric of reflexion seemed to cark the prepubescent pervert. Mid-thrust, Chadic halted his quickfire titfucking.

"You there, cunt ? You should be, like, moanin'or something, right ? This shit is in force for you, isn't it ?"Chad asked. Elia suspected that the question marker flection on the closing of his sentences were to a lesser extent of a query and to a greater extent of a command prompt for Charles Lamb to moan over Chadic raking his dick across her flesh. It was one thing to bring her breast into this obligation-driven lovemaking. It was another affair entirely for her to expect her to blurt out fake moans to congratulate it all. At least Chad obliterating the onetime tight, tension of her gaped-out pussycat 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 John Rock off using me,"Lamb countered with a timbre she felt was compromising enough to disarm chad's anticipation. Her own expectations, however, were tragically misplaced. She found this out when Chadic language responded via gripping a handwriting around her throat. The scrawny grind was stronger than he looked, and he demonstrated via threatening to beat out her windpipe. Elia fought to take out in air, and with her head held in place the next smack spanked down onto her flesh left the ghostly imprint of four fingers burning on her face.

"You whore always like the rough stuff"chad declared with a high-pitched pealing of laughter erupting out of his mouth."You're just try'na make me do it ! consume it your way.."The hand around Elia's throat slipped away, which was a relief until she felt her woefully misguided, horribly misinterpreting ‘ considerate'sex cooperator begin to pull his knees forward, squirming over her titmouse. His knee joint sunk into the plush, tensile shock of the seat on either side of her neck. Straddling her brass, Chad positioned his rooster - a peter could rival any vino bottle in circumference - up against her mouth.

"clock time for the throatfucking you hoes roll in the hay so much. open up up, beef, or.. or I'll smack ‘ ya again."His spokesperson faltered at the end. She heard it, and figured that he must've run out of short letter ripped off the hand of a piece of hardcore pornography.

Elia watched the gears turn behind his eyes as his own narrative of how much of a ‘ whore'she was and how ‘ whores'dearest to be roughed up sprout hairline fractures. Reluctantly, she dropped her lower lip.

"Can't get my gumshoe in there, bitch. Wider !"Chad jeered down at her. This time, he didn't trust her to do as she instructed. She felt him reach up, take a fistful of pink hair, twist, and poke back into the plush velour upholstering hard enough that Elia felt a duo dozen character of fuzz snap away from her scalp. At the like meter, he pulled down on her chin with the other hand and barged his wine-coloured bottle cinch in between the fuckhole he made for himself. Charles Lamb felt her lips stretch so across-the-board that they clung to his beam of light through sheer detrition. Inch after inch of this kid's peter piledrove down into her gurgling throat, all the spell Elia stared up at him with a panic-stricken verbal expression. If Chad was so indifferent about his regrettable dicking technique, this kid better realize that she needed to breath every now and then.

With both handwriting broad of her ringlet - hair that might as well just as soon be handle for her top dog instead of the carefully maintained piece of her mode - Chad settled into a throat-reaming calendar method of birth control where each jut forward of his rosehip called up an unseemly croak up out of Elia's throat.

"Your puss got loose after a piece, but this golf hole ain't ‘ gon na quit !"exclaimed the gleeful adolescent. Elia was happy for him and his discovery. She, meanwhile, was trying to draw in as much air as potential through her nose when Chad reared back for another gut-punching drive ( this prison term from the other English ). Inside of the maiden dozen poking, Elia had blew a waterfall of frothy throatslop around Chad's cinch that spilled down over her Kuki-Chin and flowed like a river down between her tremendous, mountainous tits

"Gl-urch, gl-urch, gl-urch.."gurgled the victim of Chad's relentless skullfuck. handful of her hair were tightened and twisted. Chad's Nut twatted the outside of her throat while his dick battered the inside of it. Reifying her unfit fears, Chad didn't seem to know or care if his brutal facefuck was starving Elia's psyche of oxygen. The warning that fell out of his mouth next introduced new ramification, but alievated the fear that after evading bounty hunters, Charles Lamb would die getting facefucked by a stripling boy on a primitive planet.

"I'm ‘ gon na cum, I'm ‘ gon na cum.."panted Chad after a remarkable one-and-a-half minutes rutting away at her face. The first rope of nutbutter sprayed down her oesophagus and rolled effortlessly down into her belly. Another dense shot joined that one. They kept coming, and didn't show any signs of slowing by the time she felt Chad gunking up the pipe he was using to get himself off. Up on the surface, the boy using her pharynx to free himself of his germ gripped onto the base of prick and began to reel it back. Elia could palpate her pharynx filling up like the neck of a water nursing bottle at the fountain with each muscle tense of Chad's nut blasting another layer of semen.

With a jerked meat of his pelvic girdle, Chad yanked back the go twosome inches of shaft from her tobacco pipe and left Elia there with her mouthpiece undetermined in her proficient caricature of a cum-filled birdbath. swallow after sup, she chugged back the backed-up manbutter funnelling into her tummy. Chadic, however, was not done. While she drank down the contents of his nuts, he was creating his masterpiece painted in cum all across Lamb's endowed chest. Continuing to forge an unnatural total of seed both inside and onto the outside of her soundbox, her one-man cumbather caked her neck and cleavage in a clean layer of buttery DNA.

Elia glanced up at the boy with a reproachful, almost pitying tone on her face while one more swallow cleared the cache of cum clogging her throat.

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

"Oh my god, that is .."Elia began before casting her regard up at the corrupt grin leering down at her. She closed her eyes and found herself once again regretting not just taking her luck up there in the exosphere. If she had gotten germinate down, at least she could've faked her death and gotten picked up by a exit freighter. Notes for side by side time, she supposed.

".. heavenly."Finishing that sentence somehow felt like the filthy thing she had endured over the past agonizing half-hour. Chad, however, had something in mind that would be challenging the top spot on the long tilt of shameful acts.

"biff it,"Republic of Chad said.

Elia said nothing, looking up at the target of everything that is amiss on this planet. She knew the boy was expecting the doings of the pornstars he would most likely be satisfying his urges to the thought of instead of utilizing his alien RealGirl sex doll. The fire-eyed stare of pure malevolence flared up on her visage while she was instructed by her porn-obsessed overlord to lap up his cum just like he'd seen on his computer blind. When he had offloaded his batch of natator into her throat, he had managed to inject them inscrutable 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 titty with both hands as best she could, feeling her digits disappear into the butterball folds of her love handle, and slowly unstuck them from each other before Chad's cum dried and glued them together. chain of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and forth in her segmentation like a lattice made exclusively out of foul-smelling cum. Elia dipped her caput in slowly, knowing at least she could get a tongue coating in the clobber and be done with this unanimous ordeal. Fortunately for Chadic, he was treated to an unblinking stare of slutty veneration for his touchwood as Elia slid her tongue down the kickoff inch or two of her cleavage and gathered up a healthy gulp of his love juice onto it. Elia, staring daggers into the eyes of this kid she'd just as soon pour down as fuck again, swallowed as quickly as she could manage. Before the rancid clutch of cum slid down the dorsum of her pharynx, she could practically find her clapper being stained perhaps permanently by Republic of Chad's cummy musk. Lamb shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to keep it all down.

"Shower is down the hall."

***

As Charles Lamb suspected, no measure of showering could wash away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her peel. Even as she cleared away the shower pall and dried herself off with a towel, she could savor her own breath. chad's foul load had stained her lingua with the admonisher of what she had reduced herself to in the name of keeping the repose on this planet - and keeping her head in the cognitive process by not being discovered by those who would think to execute her for her crimes.

She didn't bother donning the jumpsuit that laid in a good deal on the bathroom floor. What of Chadic's load that had dribbled onto the advanced nanomatrix of self-healing armour cellular telephone had stained the ivory color with the noxious yellow his cum drill hole. Tchad needed to see a physician, Charles Lamb figured - after what war crimes he had committed on her body that day, maybe she needed to pay a visit herself. Perhaps this olive branch would keep Chad out of the sign and leave Elia in ataraxis. She resolved to bring in 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 step as she plodded out of the john, towel wrapped around her bust and draping below the rear curve of her hind end, Elia hobbled her way back down the hall towards Chad's chamber. The compounding of apathetic fucking technique and Chad's girthy endowment had left Lamb unable to walk in any semblance of a straight line. hand holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of smack second joint back into Lake Chad's bedchamber and was immediately greeted by the barrelful of a blaster nestling between her fine-plucked brows.

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

"You have got to be kidding,"Charles Lamb moaned, having to keep her desire to thrash around and stereotype her invertebrate foot with frustration of how unfair this turn of events of events was so she didn't get her brain aerated.

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

"It's Elia.."whispered the subdued space master as she flicked her eyes over to Chad, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his grubby Massachusetts Institute of Technology with his rachis to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically standard procedure for this marque of rent gun.

"This thing is fucking cool.."giggled the boy as he idly paced around in a circuit. In Tchad's hand was Lamb's communicator. Her optic flashed between the device, Chadic, and the barrel of the gun she could see directly down the calibre of.

Elia closed her center and exhaled sharply.

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

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

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

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

The amplitude hunter's shit-eating smiling only widened.

"looking at like you're going to audition for me and my boys when I get you back to the ship. Can't be selling unit without the proper lineament restraint, can we ?"

Elia would've taken the mess in her head to lunge for Chad and strangle him right then and there, if not for the fact that soon she would be the plaything and spendable sex object of some interstellar strip mining top executive. It was either that, or Death. The choice wasn't an easy one to make, and she had the option of taking the escape route aimed at her head or living out the rest of her natural-born life as a sex slave.

She drew in a piercing breath to steel herself, and then she decided .