“ seminal fluid on, damn it ! They're going to catch us at this charge per unit !"the rose-haired space pilot film snarled at the splashboard of her craft before grasping at the controls and overriding her ornery automated copilot. Their languorous approach to the horrendous situation that both of them were in - regardless of whether or not an hardhearted machine intelligence could march ‘ imminent peril to existence,'or if it even cared that both of them were about to perish in the void of space - was about bear witness fatal.

"Ms. Esperanza, I assure you that I have set the idealistic course for the nighest planet of refuge - per your program line. We will arrive there in approximately fifteen minutes and–"

"If we're not there in five, the merely bits of us that will make it will be atmospherical debris !"Charles Lamb bit back at the vox emanating omnipresently into the cabin that was only otherwise occupied with flashing red Light Within and the mechanical charge of a propulsion system failing rapidly.".. and, in case we both die screaming in the next XXX arcsecond, I want you to know that I loathe that you've always called me ‘ Ms. Esperanza'– like, are we supposed to be comrades or– !"

The feisty distance skipper was rudely interrupted by another violent plosion that sent the intact craft onto its side. As the stallion bridge of the ship quaked, Elia reached up and grasped onto the headrest of her cockpit rump to brace herself as the lightweight cruiser automatically returned to the preset preference. She huffed with foiling and slid her skin-tight morphsuit-clad ass into the aging upholstery. With a picture show and a dyad of mechanical press, she brought up the rear-facing photographic camera and glared at the hobby vehicles that were presently trying their damndest to pee it so she wouldn't be making it to her next birthday.

"I thought they wanted to capture me, not fucking slaying 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 Sir Thomas More of an irritant than a helping script in this xxx light-year high-velocity chase across the cosmos until pulling out of slipspace in some backwater galaxy in a last-ditch feat to suffer those who would have in mind to kill her.

"Ms. Esperanza–"

"It's ‘ Charles Lamb ’, you irritating little–"

".. I would recommend that you disengage from my autopilot modality and endeavor to lose them by navigating across the nearby major planet's airfoil. There is a high likelihood of extricating yourself from the pursuers with this Class-B luminance guile, which should be capable 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 instruction hot seat of the outdated spacecraft, and considered the form of action offered by the ship's onboard A.I.

"Not bad, I suppose.. Y– yeah, let's do that. You're.. you're just for something, after all.."Elia acknowledged as she brought a hand up to the top of the ascendency reefer and gave it a pat - though she wasn't sealed the ship was cognisant of this next-best-thing to a pat on the back. She had little time to consider the ramifications of a machine's capacity for interpreting touch, however, because the planet's iridescent blue surface was rapidly approaching.

Even with only one fully-functional engine, the welterweight craftsmanship sliced like butter through the atmospheres of pressure that anchored the planet into its rotation. She watched as the temperature gauge on the readout in front of her climb higher and mellow before normalizing just as the puffy, see-through collection of water molecules parted in front man of her and gave way to a picturesque sight of a sprawling blue angel gem of an ocean.

"So, there's life on this planet. That's a start. Maybe I can just hide out here for a while.."Elia thought aloud as she yanked back the controller sticks to cut the ship's plummet toward the water system's surface. With a stomp on the afterburner, the space-travel equivalent of a sports sedan chair juddered for a moment before shooting off across the control surface of the ocean beneath it. The outstretching landscape of interminable blue horizons, if only for a mo, brought Elia to forget that she was being pursued by violent, vengeful, and plainly pissed off person who would soon be hot on her buns again. With a pivot man of the rubber-texture control stick to the port side, the craft yawed over and the outstretched tip of the stabilization backstage dipped into the Earth's surface of the weewee. Behind her, a jet lap aftermath of white-capped waves 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 ?"Elia queried the ship's computer.

"I am not detecting any nearby sign of the zodiac of liveliness, but I would recommend a persistence in this course for at least several thousand statute mile,"the A.I. chimed back.

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

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

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

Feeling the relief of an evasion well executed, Elia eased her white-knuckled grip from the ascendance and allowed her cover to slack in the pilot's seat. 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 toward the beach, Elia watched the landscape painting below the Class-B place cruiser flip from a oceanic abyss blueing to a vibrant, lush green.

"Land-ho.."Elia condescended, wriggling her finger back and Forth in the air in a celebration. Easing back on the controls, Lamb careened the slyness up into the cloud bed and began tapping away at contraption and switches on the heads-up exhibit. An untrained eye would've interpreted her quick excerption on the holographic interface as random, Elia knew. Thankfully, as a space ace, only some of her stimulus were random. All the same, she managed to plight the terrain-scanning recon protocol in hopes of gathering all-important data on this alien celestial organic structure.

Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the primitive satellite yielded a wealthiness of reconnaissance data for the refugee asterisk pilot. It was a tip of her craft to take certain you know as lots as potential about any foreign planet before setting landing cogwheel on it. Without a decently well-rounded picture of what variety of environment she would be immersing herself into, there would be mellow fortune for encountering compromising variables.

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

"Simple combustion engines.. primitive infrastructure.. carbon-based emissions.."Elia listed off the possible complications that could refine her temporary worker layover as a space-faring refugee on this rock.

"It is likely that you will get difficulties blending in effectively in this solar organization. They have yet to win beyond a Gungnir-class civilization,"bonged the informational dossier that the ship's A.I. would throw up on cue when arriving at a strange planet.

"Great. charter over the automatic pilot and touch me down somewhere with the highest probability for finding protection,"instructed Elia, already lamenting the tribulations she would surely encounter down there on the surface. She reached down to the slope of the tail end and pushed back on the knurled boss that prompted the chair to repose automatically. Sufficiently well-fixed, Elia kicked her substructure up onto some inconsequent menagerie of toll and pennywhistle - it's not like she needed to know what all of them do, anyway - and reclined in the command deck arse that fit her shapely can like a glove at this point, many eld into their service together.

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

"aye-aye, Ms. Espe–"the ship A.I. stopped myopic. Elia opened one eye inquisitively for a moment to wait for the consistent, calculating stopping point to her robotic companion's response. None came. Most starship captain - especially one flying solo, like Captain Elia Esperanza did - interchange their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand tripping years of travel. The entirely clock time you ever heard about ‘ rogue A.I.'committing some kind of barbarity aboard luxury cruise liner or orbiting inquiry facilities were when the hokey sentience was given too much human sensory input. Naturally, all of the personality the construct would absorb over time engendered a awareness decidedly less than artificial.

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

***

"We have arrived, captain,"trilled the exanimate voice of the ship. Elia felt grateful for the helpful, considerate interstellar associate that she had with her. Not only did it give her a wake-up call, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering quake up the bow of the craft as the autopilot dug landing gear into terrestrial soil.

"piece of ass ! Y– yeah, thanks.."Elia said as her rude awakening subsided, tapering off from the rumble into a humming vibration of crippled railway locomotive system,".. dick."

"Upon thorough analysis of the infrastructure, terrain, layout, population density, and sampling from the local anaesthetic intranet spiderwebbed throughout this municipality, I have determined that this would statistically be the most likely position for you to find shelter,"droned the ship. Elia tuned out the computer-generated representative about halfway into its fulmination and was preparing to disembark the craft. With a gentle ‘ woosh'of air as the door slid out of the threshold, she strode into the cramped, closet-sized airlock that led out of the rearward bay threshold to the ship.

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

"That is in my programming, maitre d'hotel,"responded the disembodied voice with a tinny chirp.

Charles Lamb nodded, which seemed to actuate the all-seeing construct to hold out her didactics. With a room-filling cloud of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym locker of a room backed off on the insistency valve, securing dependable transition into the relatively unknown region landscape. The bright daylight slipped through the widening crack of the exterior bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial. With as practically confidence as she could come up up, Elia catwalked out from the retractable gangplank that had extended out to ferry her down to the planet's surface. This part always got her essence racing a bit. There was no telling what sort of wonderful, nuts, organic creations that the universe would generate on any given planet in any given galax. The looker of the universe was boundless, and as Lamb crunched down into the blades of gage just off of the walk, she was aegir to soak in the sights.

"Is that a fucking outer space outlander ! ? sanctum fuck, she's fucking hot, too. Just like in the comics. Maybe she's here to repopulate her coinage - 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, complete with weapon aimed at her, over whatever that was. Just to the side, uncomfortably close to the ‘ space stranger,'stood a lanky, scrawny looking beanpole of a boy who was unabashedly ogling her curvaceous chest. Something about his stare unsettled her, but her outfit was form-fitting to say the to the lowest degree, so she did her intimately to shrug it off and get down her spiel.

"Greetings. I am not from your major planet. I am here seeking sanctuary fr–"

Admittedly, Lamb had gone through this rigmarole many times before. As a seasoned spacetraveler and starfighter, she often found herself crash-landed on unknown worlds with foreign occupier. The routine beseechment had grown dry. She delivered it with this glassy, unfixed stare with her metrical foot together and her hired hand at her side. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating as can be was the best approaching she could drive. That's why she didn't notice her one-man welcoming company reaching up to cop a tactile property of her immense single-foot. Her centering pared down from some spot 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 ?"Elia snapped, swatting away the hand groping her. Her assaulter, 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 help but notice how the twosome of them were a depiction of opposite word. Her peel, reasonable and smooth, where his was pock-marked with mar and the scars those blemishes left behind. In contrast to the uncolored pink of Charles Lamb's mane, the indigen boy's hair was a dismal hue of brown that appeared to borrow it's pigmentation from the filth the ship had landed on. Misplaced as it was, his stare, however - still latched on her buxom, well-endowed chest - was icy blue devil to gibe hers.

"N– no, I'm not. I was being pursued by a group of amplitude hunters seeking to apprehend or do away with me, and -"this time, the whelp sunk his fingers right around the same squashy breast closest to him. While Lamb recoiled in sheer revulsion at his moxie, the teenager copped a cinquefoil look of the taut breast ornament of the kickoff ‘ space alien'he ever had the pleasure of encountering.

"Listen here, you piddling punk,"Lamb growled, whipping a hand past her thigh and unholstering the chargeman shooting iron secured there. She nestled to business enterprise end of the phaser in between the gemmed eyes of her accosting molester.

"W– wait, wait ! Wait ! You can stay here, you can stay here ! My folks are out of town, and the house is all to me– I mean, the maids still visit day by day and Arrondo is in his quarters, but - !"the snivelling little terror fired off in rapid sequence, 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 arms under her tear. Her elbows cramming her knocker closer together didn't do anything but further more staring, but she looked past it - after all, this kid was going to gift her a place to sleep."Can you evince me inside ?"

The pimple-speckled dweeb turned tail without a news and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Charles Lamb began after him that she came to realize that she had touched down in what appeared to be the primer behind what a Gungnir-class civilization would commonly referred to as a ‘ McMansion,'for reasons beyond her intellect of the context. She smirked at the co-occurrence - she had studied about this subset of human life-forms existing a dichotomous relationship between the fortunate and the less golden. Her understanding of the surround would dictate that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the estate of the realm planetary house was subject to nearly all of the privilege afforded by society. answer it to say that he's probably a real shit head.

After crossing up the gage lawn and onto the lido area bordering a crystalline blue pool of water, Lamb and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the rear doors of the house. She followed him through them and crossed under the cavernous, vaulted ceilings of the house foyer.

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

Lamb nodded, knowing to the full well he couldn't tell. Might as well go on the small jolt guesswork, she mused. With a easy ‘ swish'as her thick, morphsuited second joint slue across one another as she strode, she shadowed the boy while he trudged up the winding staircase and onto the indorse 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 and extended an arm to charge down the hall.

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

Elia narrowed her gaze at the boy, unsure of why she was to walk ahead of him. Reassured by the fact that she could reduce any hostiles to melt down rubble 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 reasonableness he would want to trail her and not the other 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 thighs to cover her more tender region, then another set of thigh-high leg covering that only came up to half-way. With the upper suit wedged between her lush ass like a g-string, the reason he wanted to follow her was obvious. Her integral, 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 olfactory organ by some snot-nosed terror so he could get an eyeful of her ass.

Once again, she opted to ignore it and enter the kid's sleeping room, as instructed. Soon after her, the threshold shut as he entered his field behind Lamb. There, she plopped down into a musty beanbag hot seat and watched as the boy providing her a ceiling for the evening relaxed onto his bed.

"What's your name ?"she queried.

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

"Thank you for letting me catch some Z's here, Chadic language. You're.. kind,"she offered by way of thanking her gracious host, but struggled to get the ‘ kind'share out, remembering that his hands had already been on her.

"Yeah, well, nothing is for free here on Earth, b– bitch."

Elia arched her eyebrow at Chad. His interpreter trembled when he squeaked out that terror. She knew he had to hold been saving that one.

"‘ cipher is for free,'Tchad ?"Elia repeated, crossing her weapons system indignantly

"Yeah. If you're ‘ gon na stay here, you have to apply me something in return,"retorted the bold picayune twirp. He returned her motion with a cross-armed, fixed state of his own. He seemed to gain self-assurance in his ultimatum after mewling out Sir Thomas More of it.

Charles Lamb knew Chad had no estimation about the interstellar treatises in place to protect the indigenous people of civilizations below Mjolnir. Republic of Chad couldn't have possibly known about the A.I. superintelligences that kept fill up vigil over Gungnir-class civilizations like his, controlled by the reign government body of a galactic unity of the major cosmic world power. He definitely didn't know that if she had put a hole through his head, 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 foreign invader. She sucked up her indignation and spoke with a steely aspect on her face.

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

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

"Ex-fucking-scuse me ?"Lamb clapped back, with an inherent aptitude to take in her chargeman crossing her mind.

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

Instead of drilling a hole into his rude brain with a gun, she did it with her stare. She pierced his gaze with her own, an tempestuous flare of her anterior naris reflecting back at her in his pair of baby blues. The kid wasn't kidding - and he had no idea that she had little jiggle elbow room but to follow with his demands. She was the immigrant - the refugee - and she was fleeing from a uncongenial foreign body up beyond the adept. She didn't have a leg to tolerate on. She watched Chadic's smug face light up with inflammation as she slipped both deal between her bare thighs and spread her legs.

Elia hooked a digit under the box of the material between her legs and pulled the cause to the side, exposing herself as Chadic instructed. lots to the horny teenaged's obvious glee, Charles Lamb's post-humanoid subspecies had longsighted since evolved beyond the want of protective hair surrounding their sex organs. In Lake Chad's archaic language, this meant that Elia's snatch was ‘ shaven'bald and bare. Lamb sat there on the beanbag chair that was stained with fret and who-knows-what other fluids, pegleg 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 probable'locality to cater her tax shelter. Half-rogue fucker that it was probably knew this little pervert would do this to her.

"Cool.."Chad whispered, middle glued on what Lamb assumed was the first ‘ real life'pussy that he had ever seen.

"This is the first time I've ever seen one in real 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 growing could not bode well for her.

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

Elia was stunned. Who did this little jerk think he was ? She was chased across the coltsfoot by an infamous lot of interstellar soldier of fortune hired specifically for their repute as able-bodied slayer. Now she was a ‘ slut,'and he was going to ‘ fuck her'? She was hardly a ‘ adulteress,'she was simply acquiescent to the regularization outlined by the astronomical bylaws dictating that -

As it were, protests and bargaining that went on in Charles Lamb's head didn't do much to dissuade Chad from brandishing his cock from his bloomers and clambering off the bed and onto the beanbag chairman with her.

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

"Shut up, bitch !"Chad snapped back, them delivered the palm of his hand to Elia's face. While her nerve flicked to the side and a spray of spit escaped from her lips, she silently wondered if galactic 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 have this dick, s– slut !"Without waiting for her response, Chadic called up a fat glob of muck from his pharynx and clap down onto Lamb's exposed cunt with a ‘ pthew !'and rubbed the head of his pre-cum coated stopcock back and Forth in the gooey lubricator.

Lamb pursed her backtalk and gave Tchad a stone-faced look - even though his attention was fixed on pushing himself into her. She breathed in deeply, leaned onto the cushion side of the professorship and propped her chin up under her mitt. If the was going to be the way it was, at least he was getting it over with now.

chad thrust forward into Lamb's snatch without any electric resistance from her. His spit-coating provided ample grease for him to stick his whoreson up into her. Elia winced a bit, cracking her ambivalent façade as her inexperient ‘ lover'powerdrilled his dick into her hole presently being used as a form of her payment for the nighttime's arrest. With her legs spread in more of an accepting than a submitting motion of missionary lovemaking, Charles Lamb felt his nubile rod ram down into her with the graceless charge that she'd expect from an inexperienced sex cooperator with a penchant for treating cleaning lady like he sees in Earth porno. His initial thrust into her was admittedly bittersweet, considering the fact that the loathsome adolescent had a considerable package. Although overwhelmed with the mild uncomfort of obligation ass, Elia was unable to keep a groan from escaping her mouth Tchad saw fit to stretch her pussy to reconcile his respectable tool. This chink in her armour apparently emboldened Tchad to further probe how often he could get his extraterrestrial being plaything to do.

"Take your tits out, you space-slut !"Chad grunted, not capable to give much care to issue former than pistoning her cunt. Elia rolled her eye and went along with it, reaching up with her free deal and tugging at the cleavage-revealing ‘ neckline'of her lawsuit. It didn't take much effort to tolerate 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 material and gelatinously wiggled before hanging against her chest in a ‘ titty drop'to rival any of the terrestrial camwhores on this careen.

Chad studied his new toys with a pay off stare, all the while humping away and driving his dick in and out of the space alien fuckhole that he was busy claiming as place of solid ground. 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 catch some Z's to pass the prison term before she could take off of this forsaken, depraved planet and never take. unable to cast into la-la land for long, she was forceably returned to the present moment when Chad saw fit to arrive at up, pinch her sloshed nipple with two digit, and kink. construction operose.

"OUCH ! You piddling fucker, how fucking dare yo–"Elia's parole were cut short when four finger were roughly jammed past her lip and down the back of her throat. Unprepared for this play of effect, her throat spasmed and a deep-seated 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 expel the foreigner encroachment worming their way down it. Chad stuttered out every heavy-handed affront, as if recalling the script from a erotica video, but was getting better every go-round. For the sentence being, though, the misrepresented deviant sounded like the gangbanging, rough-fucking hood in every interracial skin flick from this mound of congealed space junk. Elia had disabled her disembodied robotic companion's history social occasion when she searched that particular view of the internet on this planet.

Much to Elia's contempt, the bucktooth dweeb also managed to fuck like he was doing a bad feeling of those thugs whose peter she would favor greatly over the prick haphazardly hammering at her hairless snatch. Every time the kid would manage to provide even a modicum of enjoyable pounding, he would ruin it all by thrusting his hips in on a fourth dimension signature tune that made the complicitous ‘ hoe'tremor to think of what he looked like on the dance floor. Or, whatever these apes do in their courtship ritual. Any possible pleasance that was to be had from the kid's engorged peter was snuffed out before it could set out - but still laying a speech sound smackdown on her crotch that she knew was going to leave her walking funny.

Upon delivering his hand from her throat in a gesture sure to show in a new sunup of trans-species carnal knowledge, Lake Chad had another demand of her. Elia, at this spot, was along for the ride. Participating in this hapless nerd's sex fancy was a way to egest the time when she would stimulate otherwise been cowering from the encroaching band of mercenaries that were surely looking for her and monitoring chatter all across this globe for any foretoken of to-do. To her chagrin, the tactical relocation was to restrain 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 nookie those udders of yours, hussy !"chad announced not unlike a child demanding the latest toy off the shelf at a big-box store.

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

"I don't want to find out that lip from you, crab,"barked her barely legal fan. Her punishment came swinging down across her tremendous bust, the size of which rivaled the circumference of her abuser's fountainhead. Elia winced when she felt him smack a stinging red schema of his hand onto the milky pulp of her curvy chest, but didn't give him the satisfaction of any more recognition than that. Seemingly satisfy with his endeavor to keep his bitch in line, she watched as Republic of Chad lifted himself over her - her still being in the indolent missionary on his grubby bean plant bag - and promote his glistening cock up in between the valley between her tits. Chad immediately fell into a rhythm as he humped her bureau pillows, and thankfully his abysmal sense of a well-paced humping session didn't affect her nearly as bad while he fucked her funbags instead.

While the sharp-set teenager arhythmically bounced his hips back and forth, using Elia's tits for his self-indulgent self-love, her nonchalant, wake-me-when-this-is-over type of facial expression seemed to perturb the prepubescent pervert. Mid-thrust, Lake Chad halted his quickfire titfucking.

"You there, cunt ? You should be, like, moanin'or something, right ? This tinker's dam is in effect for you, isn't it ?"Chad asked. Lamb suspected that the question mark inflexion on the ends of his sentences were to a lesser extent of a enquiry and more of a prompt for Elia to moan over Chad raking his putz across her frame. It was one thing to work her breasts into this obligation-driven making love. It was another thing entirely for her to require her to blunder out out fake moans to compliment it all. At to the lowest degree Chad obliterating the former tight, tautness of her gaped-out kitty meant that she had something in her and not squelching in her slobbery cleavage.

"Y– yeah, no. Not going to befall. Just be happy you can get your Rock off using me,"Charles Lamb countered with a spirit she felt was conciliatory enough to disarm chad's anticipation. Her own expectations, however, were tragically misplaced. She found this out when chad responded via gripping a handwriting around her pharynx. The scrawny dweeb was impregnable than he looked, and he demonstrated via threatening to squash her windpipe. Elia fought to draw in air, and with her head held in place the succeeding sapidity spanked down onto her chassis left the ghostly depression of four digit burning on her face.

"You whore always like the rough poppycock"Chad declared with a high-pitched peal of laughter erupting out of his oral cavity."You're just try'na make me do it ! hold it your way.."The hand around Elia's throat slipped away, which was a relievo until she felt her woefully misguided, horribly misinterpreting ‘ considerate'sex partner Menachem Begin to pull his knees forward, squirming over her tits. His stifle sunk into the plush, pliant cushion of the buttocks on either side of her neck opening. Straddling her face, Chad positioned his cock - a neb could rival any wine-colored bottle in circuit - up against her mouth.

"Time for the throatfucking you hoes sleep with so much. give up, bitch, or.. or I'll nose drops ‘ ya again."His vocalisation faltered at the end. She heard it, and figured that he must've run out of demarcation ripped off the hand of a spell of hardcore pornography.

Elia watched the gear mechanism turn behind his middle as his own narrative of how much of a ‘ lady of pleasure'she was and how ‘ whores'dear to be roughed up burgeon forth hairline fractures. Reluctantly, she dropped her gloomy lip.

"Can't get my tool in there, beef. Wider !"Chadic jeered down at her. This sentence, he didn't trust her to do as she instructed. She felt him hit up, postulate a fistful of garden pink hair, crook, and lick back into the plush velours upholstering firmly enough that Elia felt a span 12 roughage of hair's-breadth snap away from her scalp. At the Lapp time, he pulled down on her chin with the other helping hand and barged his wine bottle girth in between the fuckhole he made for himself. Elia felt her backtalk stretch so astray that they clung to his irradiation through sheer friction. column inch after inch of this kid's turncock piledrove down into her gurgling throat, all the while Elia stared up at him with a panic-stricken reflection. If Chadic language was so indifferent about his too bad dicking technique, this kid better realize that she needed to breath every now and then.

With both hands full-of-the-moon of her locks - hair that might as well just as soon be handles for her caput instead of the carefully maintained contribution of her style - Republic of Chad settled into a throat-reaming rhythm where each jut forward of his hips called up an untoward croak up out of Elia's throat.

"Your pussy got loose after a while, but this maw ain't ‘ gon na quit !"exclaimed the gleeful teen. Elia was happy for him and his discovery. She, meanwhile, was trying to draw in as much air as possible through her nose when Lake Chad reared back for another gut-punching stab ( this clock time from the other position ). Inside of the first twelve thrusts, Lamb had blew a waterfall of frothy throatslop around Chad's girth that spilled down over her Chin and flowed like a river down between her enormous, hilly tit

"Gl-urch, gl-urch, gl-urch.."gurgled the dupe of Republic of Chad's stern skullfuck. handful of her hair's-breadth were tightened and twisted. Chadic language's junky twatted the outside of her throat while his dick battered the interior of it. Reifying her big fears, Chad didn't seem to know or handle if his vicious facefuck was starving Elia's brain of O. The warning that fell out of his oral cavity next introduced new knottiness, but alievated the awe that after evading bounteousness hunters, Lamb would die getting facefucked by a teen boy on a primitive planet.

"I'm ‘ gon na cum, I'm ‘ gon na cum.."panted Republic of Chad after a remarkable one-and-a-half second rutting away at her face. The first circle 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 clock time she felt Chad gunking up the thermionic tube he was using to get himself off. Up on the aerofoil, the boy using her pharynx to salve himself of his come gripped onto the base of prick and began to reel it back. Elia could feel her throat filling up like the neck of a water nursing bottle at the spring with each muscular tissue tense of Chad's nuts blasting another layer of ejaculate.

With a jerk of his hips, Chad yanked back the last couplet inches of gumshoe from her tobacco pipe and left Charles Lamb there with her back talk opened in her best caricature of a cum-filled birdbath. Swallow after swallow, she chugged back the backed-up manbutter funnelling into her tummy. Lake Chad, however, was not done. While she drank down the contentedness of his crank, he was creating his masterpiece painted in cum all across Elia's endowed breast. Continuing to spurt an unnatural amount of seed both inside and onto the exterior of her consistency, her one-person cumbather caked her neck opening and segmentation in a impertinent layer of buttery DNA.

Elia glanced up at the boy with a reproachful, almost pitying look on her case while one more than swallow cleared the stash of cum clogging her throat.

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

"Oh my god, that is .."Elia began before casting her gaze up at the round-shouldered grin 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 dash down, at to the lowest degree she could've faked her death and gotten picked up by a passing merchantman. Notes for following time, she supposed.

".. heavenly."Finishing that sentence somehow felt like the sordid matter she had endured over the yesteryear agonizing half-hour. Chad, however, had something in judgment that would be challenging the top position on the recollective list of inglorious acts.

"Lick it,"Chadic said.

Charles Lamb said nothing, looking up at the object of everything that is wrong on this planet. She knew the boy was expecting the behavior of the pornstars he would most likely be satisfying his impulse to the thought of instead of utilizing his alien RealGirl sex doll. The fire-eyed stare of gross 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 figurer blind. When he had offloaded his slew 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 material. Licking it meant she was about to get up-close-and-personal with the fetid glue.

She cupped her boob with both hand as well she could, feeling her digits disappear into the fatty folds of her love life handles, and slowly unstuck them from each other before chad's cum dried and glued them together. fibril of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and forth in her cleavage like a wicket made exclusively out of foetid semen. Charles Lamb dipped her foreland in slowly, knowing at least she could get a natural language covering in the stuff and be done with this whole ordeal. Fortunately for Chadic, he was treated to an unblinking stare of slutty reverence for his touchwood as Lamb slid her clapper down the first inch or two of her cleavage and gathered up a healthy gulp of his dear juice onto it. Elia, staring obelisk into the oculus of this kid she'd just as soon kill as fuck again, swallowed as quickly as she could manage. Before the rancid batch of cum slid down the back of her pharynx, she could practically experience her tongue being stained perhaps permanently by Chad's cummy musk. Elia shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to keep it all down.

"Shower is down the hall."

***

As Elia suspected, no total of showering could wash out away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her tegument. Even as she cleared away the shower curtain and dried herself off with a towel, she could savour her own breath. chad's fetid load had stained her tongue with the monitor of what she had reduced herself to in the name of keeping the peace treaty on this planet - and keeping her head in the process by not being discovered by those who would mean to fulfil her for her crimes.

She didn't bother donning the jump suit that laid in a heap on the bathroom floor. What of Chad's loading that had dribbled onto the pull ahead nanomatrix of self-healing armor cubicle had stained the off-white coloring with the noxious yellow his cum gauge. Chad 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 sojourn herself. Perhaps this olive offshoot would keep Chad out of the house and leave Lamb in heartsease. 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 step as she plodded out of the privy, towel wrapped around her flop and draping below the bottom bend of her buns, Elia hobbled her way back down the hall towards Tchad's chambers. The combination of apathetic fuck technique and Chad's girthy endowment had left Elia unable to walk in any semblance of a square line. Hand holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of skag thighs 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 custody and loaded into our transfer for shipment. Please do not seduce this more unmanageable than it needs to be,"belched the grizzled, scarred nerve of the premium hunter.

"You have got to be kidding,"Elia moaned, having to keep her desire to lam around and stamp her feet with defeat of how unfair this turn of events was so she didn't get her wit aerated.

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

"It's Elia.."whispered the surmount space captain as she flicked her eye over to Chad, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his Myxocephalus aenaeus mits with his back to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically measure function for this trade name of hired gun.

"This thing is fucking cool.."giggled the boy as he idly paced around in a roach. In Chad's deal was Elia's communicator. Her eyes flashed between the device, Chad, and the bbl of the gun she could see directly down the bore of.

Lamb closed her oculus and exhaled sharply.

"Pinged the comms ?"Elia said to the premium hunter with her heart 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 sum of money Sir Thomas More money selling sex slaves 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 amplitude Orion's shit-eating smile only widened.

"smell 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 right calibre control, can we ?"

Elia would've taken the hole in her head to lunge for Lake 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 minelaying magnate. It was either that, or end. The selection wasn't an easy one to make, and she had the selection of taking the escape path aimed at her head or living out the rest of her natural-born life as a sex slave.

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