“ seed on, imprecate it ! They're going to catch us at this rate !"the rose-haired space pilot snarled at the dashboard of her craftiness before grasping at the control condition and overriding her ornery automated copilot. Their lackadaisical glide path to the dire situation that both of them were in - regardless of whether or not an hardhearted motorcar intelligence could serve ‘ at hand danger to existence,'or if it even cared that both of them were about to expire in the void of distance - was about prove fatal.

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

"If we're not there in five, the only mo of us that will prepare it will be atmospherical dust !"Elia bit back at the vox emanating omnipresently into the cabin that was only otherwise occupied with flashing red lights and the mechanically skillful complaints of a propulsion system failing rapidly.".. and, in pillowcase we both die screeching in the adjacent thirty seconds, 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 blank police chief was rudely interrupted by another fierce explosion that sent the integral trade onto its incline. As the entire bridge deck of the ship quaked, Charles Lamb reached up and grasped onto the head restraint of her cockpit nates to steady herself as the jackanapes police cruiser automatically returned to the preset predilection. She huffed with frustration and slid her skin-tight morphsuit-clad ass into the aging upholstery. With a flick and a couple of public press, 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 next birthday.

"I thought they wanted to capture me, not fucking slaying me ! I only wanted to borrow it for a while.."Charles Lamb bemoaned at the screen - and nearly definitely not to the A.I. who had been more of an irritant than a helping hand in this thirty light-year high-speed chase across the cosmea until pulling out of slipspace in some backwater wandflower in a last-ditch effort to lose those who would mean to kill her.

"Ms. Esperanza–"

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

".. I would recommend that you disengage from my autopilot mode and endeavor to lose them by navigating across the nearby major planet's surface. There is a luxuriously likeliness of extricating yourself from the pursuers with this Class-B light foxiness, which should be able to maneuver within the major planet'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 spacecraft, and considered the grade of natural process offered by the ship's onboard A.I.

"Not bad, I suppose.. Y– yeah, let's do that. You're.. you're good for something, after all.."Elia acknowledged as she brought a hand up to the top of the ascendence reefer and gave it a pat - though she wasn't certain the ship was aware of this next-best-thing to a pat on the spinal column. She had short time to reckon the ramifications of a machine's capacity for interpreting touch, however, because the planet's iridescent dispirited control surface was rapidly approaching.

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

"So, there's life on this major planet. That's a jump. Maybe I can just hide out here for a while.."Elia thought aloud as she yanked back the control sticks to cut the ship's plummet toward the water'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 surface of the ocean beneath it. The outstretching landscape of endless blue horizons, if only for a second, brought Charles Lamb to bury that she was being pursued by violent, vengeful, and plainly pissed off somebody who would soon be hot on her tail again. With a pivot of the rubber-texture control stick to the port position, the craft yawed over and the outstretched tip of the stabilization extension dipped into the surface of the water. Behind her, a jet wash wake of white-capped waves flared up off of the previously unbroken control 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 star sign of life, but I would recommend a pertinacity in this track for at to the lowest degree 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 very much stronger."

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

"stop, check,"Elia responded in riposte. The ship had, apparently, not been equipped to suffice 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 ascendency and allowed her back to loosen up in the pilot's rump. She cocked the craftiness back off of it's maverick-esque wing-dipping yaw and steered the aircraft into a depository financial institution towards the growing landmass in the distance. Carving the ship over the water toward the beach, Elia watched the landscape below the Class-B outer space cruiser summersault from a rich blue devil to a vibrant, plush green.

"Land-ho.."Elia condescended, wriggling her digit back and Forth in the air in a solemnization. relief back on the ascendance, Elia careened the slyness up into the cloud stratum and began tapping away at thingamajig and switches on the wide-awake display. An untrained eye would've interpreted her straightaway selections on the holographical port as random, Elia knew. Thankfully, as a blank space ace, only some of her stimulant were random. All the same, she managed to engage the terrain-scanning recon protocol in hopes of gathering of the essence data on this foreign ethereal body.

Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the primitive major planet yielded a wealth of reconnaissance information for the refugee star archetype. It was a tip of her trade to make for sure you know as a great deal as possible about any extraneous planet before setting landing gear wheel on it. Without a decently well-rounded picture of what kind of surroundings she would be immersing herself into, there would be gamey fortune for encountering compromising variables.

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

"Simple combustion engines.. crude infrastructure.. carbon-based emissions.."Charles Lamb listed off the voltage complications that could complicate her temporary way station as a space-faring refugee on this rock.

"It is in all likelihood that you will experience difficultness blending in effectively in this solar organisation. They have yet to go on beyond a Gungnir-class civilisation,"bonged the informational dossier that the ship's A.I. would spew on cue when arriving at a foreign planet.

"Great. Take over the robot pilot and tint me down somewhere with the gamy probability for finding shelter,"instructed Elia, already lamenting the tribulation she would surely encounter down there on the surface. She reached down to the slope of the posterior and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the chair to recline automatically. Sufficiently easy, Elia kicked her base up onto some inconsequential zoological garden of bells and whistles - it's not like she needed to live what all of them do, anyway - and reclined in the instruction deck seat that fit her shapely backside like a baseball mitt at this compass point, many class into their table service together.

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

"aye-aye, Ms. Espe–"the ship A.I. stopped short. Lamb opened one eye inquisitively for a moment to expect for the logical, calculating closing to her robotic companion's response. None came. Most spaceship master - especially ones flying solo, like Captain Elia Esperanza did - switch their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand light years of travelling. The alone time you ever heard about ‘ rascal A.I.'committing some kind of barbarousness aboard luxury cruise liner or orbiting enquiry facilities were when the hokey sensation was given too much man sensory stimulus. Naturally, all of the personality the concept would engulf over sentence 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, captain,"trilled the lifeless voice of the ship. Charles Lamb felt thankful for the helpful, considerate interstellar familiar that she had with her. Not only did it give her a wake-up birdcall, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering earthquake up the bow of the workmanship as the autopilot dug landing geartrain into terrestrial soil.

"piece of ass ! Y– yeah, thanks.."Elia said as her rude awakening subsided, tapering off from the rumbling into a seethe palpitation of cripple engine systems,".. dick."

"Upon thorough analysis of the infrastructure, terrain, layout, population density, and sampling from the local 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. Elia tuned out the computer-generated interpreter about halfway into its diatribe and was preparing to debark the foxiness. With a entitle ‘ woosh'of air as the door slid out of the doorstep, she strode into the cramped, closet-sized air lock that led out of the lift bay door to the ship.

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

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

Charles Lamb nodded, which seemed to trigger the all-seeing construct to carry out her instruction. With a room-filling cloud of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym cabinet of a room backed off on the pressure level valve, securing safe passage into the relatively unknown landscape painting. The bright daytime slipped through the widening fling of the exterior bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial being. With as much confidence as she could muster up up, Elia catwalked out from the retractable gangplank that had extended out to ferry her pile to the planet's surface. This part always got her ticker racing a bit. There was no telling what variety of wonderful, kooky, constitutional creations that the world would generate on any given planet in any given galaxy. The beauty of the universe was boundless, and as Elia crunched down into the blades of grass just off of the walkway, she was aegir to soak in the sights.

"Is that a have it away blank extraterrestrial ! ? holy place fuck, she's fucking hot, too. Just like in the comics. Maybe she's here to repopulate her species - I'm certainly I could help the loose woman out with that shit.."

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

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

Admittedly, Elia had gone through this rigmarole many time before. As a veteran spacetraveler and starfighter, she often found herself crash-landed on strange existence with strange occupants. The bit beseechment had grown dry. She delivered it with this glassy, nebulous stare with her feet together and her men at her side. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating as can be was the best approaching she could admit. That's why she didn't notice her one-man welcoming party reaching up to cop a tactile property of her immense rack. Her focus pared down from some bit on the horizon and zeroed-in on the fingers sinking into her jumpsuit to heft up one of her devil mammaries

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

"So, you're not from this major planet, huh ?"choked the boy. Lamb looked down at him flatly for a bit, and couldn't help but discover how the pair of them were a picture of opposite word. Her tegument, evenhandedly and quiet, where his was pock-marked with mar and the scars those defect left behind. In contrast to the undyed pink of Elia's mane, the native boy's hair was a somber hue of brown that appeared to borrow it's pigmentation from the stain the ship had landed on. Misplaced as it was, his stare, however - still latched on her buxom, curvy chest - was icy blue air to pit hers.

"N– no, I'm not. I was being pursued by a group of bounty hunters seeking to apprehend or eliminate me, and -"this metre, the whelp sunk his fingers right around the same squishy breast closest to him. While Charles Lamb recoiled in sheer repugnance at his moxie, the adolescent copped a five-finger feeling of the taut chest ornament of the first gear ‘ quad foreigner'he ever had the delight of encountering.

"Listen here, you slight punk,"Lamb growled, whipping a script past her thigh and unholstering the blaster pistol secured there. She nestled to concern end of the phaser in between the beady center of her accosting molester.

"W– wait, wait ! Wait ! You can outride here, you can stay here ! My family are out of townspeople, and the firm is all to me– I mean, the maids still visit daily and Arrondo is in his living quarters, but - !"the snivelling 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,"Elia responded. She stowed the laserarm back in her hip holster and crossed her arms under her fizzle. Her elbows cramming her tits closer together didn't do anything but promote More staring, but she looked past it - after all, this kid was going to give her a place to kip."Can you depict me inside ?"

The pimple-speckled dweeb turned tail without a Good Book and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Elia began after him that she came to substantiate that she had touched down in what appeared to be the soil behind what a Gungnir-class civilization would commonly advert to as a ‘ McMansion,'for rationality beyond her understanding 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 apprehension of the surround would dictate that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the acres house was study to nearly all of the privileges afforded by bon ton. serve 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 water, Elia and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the rear doors of the firm. She followed him through them and crossed under the erectile, domed cap of the house foyer.

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

Elia nodded, knowing full well he couldn't tell. Might as well keep the little jerking guesswork, she mused. With a lenient ‘ swish'as her thick, morphsuited thighs slid 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 steps, he paused and shook his psyche as if remembering something he forgot. She watched as he looked back over his shoulder and extended an arm to point down the hall.

"It's down there, cobbler's last 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 thin any hostiles to molten debris 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 alone reason he would require to tail her and not the early way around was for the fact that her nanofiber bodysuit came in two pieces : one leotard-esque top that covered her dresser, arms, and threaded between her thighs to cover her more sensitive realm, then another set of thigh-high leggings that only came up to half-way. With the speed suit wedged between her lush ass like a g-string, the reason he wanted to pursue her was obvious. Her intact, luxuriant ass was on display.

This kid had an aeonian supply of insolence, 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 snot-nosed brat so he could get an eyeful of her ass.

Once again, she opted to brush aside it and enter the kid's bedroom, as instructed. Soon after her, the room access shut as he entered his world behind Elia. There, she plopped down into a musty beanbag professorship and watched as the boy providing her a cap for the evening relaxed onto his bed.

"What's your figure ?"she queried.

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

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

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

Elia arched her supercilium at Chad. His voice trembled when he squeaked out that scourge. She knew he had to ingest been saving that one.

"‘ Nothing is for innocent,'Chadic language ?"Elia repeated, crossing her arms indignantly

"Yeah. If you're ‘ gon na stay on here, you have to give me something in return,"retorted the bold picayune twerp. He returned her gesture with a cross-armed, secure land of his own. He seemed to gain confidence in his ultimatum after mewling out to a greater extent of it.

Elia knew Republic of Chad had no approximation about the interstellar treatises in situation to protect the autochthonic people of refinement below Mjolnir. Chad couldn't have possibly known about the A.I. superintelligences that kept close watch over Gungnir-class civilization like his, controlled by the ruling administration dead body of a galactic unity of the major cosmic power. He definitely didn't know that if she had put a gob through his header, 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 outrage and spoke with a steely aspect on her face.

"What kind of ‘ something,'Chad ?"

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

"Ex-fucking-scuse me ?"Elia clapped back, with an instinct to suck up her blaster crossing her mind.

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

Instead of drilling a hole into his primitive brain with a gun, she did it with her stare. She pierced his gaze with her own, an angry flare of her anterior naris reflecting back at her in his yoke of baby vapours. The kid wasn't kidding - and he had no melodic theme that she had little squirm room but to comply with his need. She was the immigrant - the refugee - and she was fleeing from a hostile foreign dead body up beyond the stars. She didn't have a leg to resist on. She watched Chad's smug face light up with excitement as she slipped both handwriting between her bare thigh and spread her legs.

Elia hooked a fingerbreadth under the corner of the material between her legs and pulled the courting to the side, exposing herself as Republic of Chad instructed. often to the horny teen's obvious mirthfulness, Elia's post-humanoid slipstream had long since evolved beyond the demand of protective hair surrounding their sex organs. In Chad's archaic terminology, this meant that Lamb's twat was ‘ shaven'bald and bare. Lamb sat there on the beanbag professorship that was stained with sweat and who-knows-what early fluids, legs splayed and tender twat exposed, and fantasized about getting back into her ship and having a countersign with her A.I. companion who assured her this was a ‘ statistically most likely'locality to provide her shelter. Half-rogue fucker that it was probably knew this short degenerate would do this to her.

"Cool.."Chad whispered, eyes glued on what Charles Lamb assumed was the first base ‘ literal life-time'slit that he had ever seen.

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

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

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

Elia was stunned. Who did this trivial jerk think he was ? She was chased across the beetleweed by an infamous dance orchestra of interstellar soldier of fortune hired specifically for their repute as able killers. Now she was a ‘ slut,'and he was going to ‘ fuck her'? She was hardly a ‘ slut,'she was simply acquiescent to the regularization outlined by the galactic bylaws dictating that -

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

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

"Shut up, gripe !"Chadic language snapped back, them delivered the palm of his hand to Elia's nerve. While her brass flicked to the side and a nebuliser of spit escaped from her lips, she silently wondered if galactic prison for the rest of her natural animation was preferential to this douchebag having his way with her."You're my invitee, now you're going.. going t– to pick out this cock, s– trollop !"Without waiting for her response, chad called up a fat glob of slime from his throat and pitter-patter down onto Elia's exposed pussy with a ‘ pthew !'and rubbed the heading of his pre-cum coated putz back and Forth in the gooey lubricant.

Charles Lamb pursed her lips and gave Chad a stone-faced facial expression - even though his attention was fixed on pushing himself into her. She breathed in deeply, leaned onto the cushioned side of the professorship 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.

Tchad thrust forward into Elia's pussy without any ohmic resistance from her. His spit-coating provided ample grease for him to pose his prick up into her. Elia winced a bit, cracking her ambivalent façade as her inexperienced ‘ lover'powerdrilled his gumshoe into her hole presently being used as a contour of her payment for the Night's stay. With her stage spread in more of an accepting than a submitting gesture of missionary lovemaking, Elia felt his nubile rod ram down into her with the graceless rush that she'd expect from an inexperienced sex mate with a preference for treating cleaning woman like he sees in Earth porno. His initial drive into her was admittedly bittersweet, considering the fact that the nauseating adolescent had a considerable software package. Although overwhelmed with the mild uncomfort of indebtedness roll in the hay, Lamb was unable to keep a moan from escaping her lips Republic of Chad saw fit to stretch her pussy to hold his good shaft. This chink in her armour apparently emboldened Chad to promote probe how very much he could get his extraterrestrial plaything to do.

"Take your nipple out, you space-slut !"Lake Chad grunted, not able-bodied to pay practically tending to thing other than pistoning her pussy. Lamb rolled her eyes and went along with it, reaching up with her free hand and tugging at the cleavage-revealing ‘ neckline'of her courting. It didn't take a great deal try to earmark her encumbered mammaries to leap free people of their confines, and after a balmy Northerner, they did. Her GG cup-size breasts burst out around the skin-tight material and gelatinously wiggled before hanging against her chest in a ‘ knocker drop'to rival any of the mundane camwhores on this rock and roll.

chad studied his new miniature with a fixed stare, all the patch humping away and driving his tool in and out of the place alien fuckhole that he was busy claiming as property of Earth. Elia, meanwhile, returned to resting on her Kuki-Chin and blankly staring off into the vacuum, waiting for this ordeal to be over so she could sleep to eliminate the time before she could assume off of this forsaken, depraved satellite and never return. ineffectual to vagabond into la-la land for long, she was forceably returned to the present present moment when Tchad saw fit to arrive at up, pinch her stiff nipple with two finger's breadth, and kink. device hard.

"OUCH ! You little fucker, how get laid dare yo–"Elia's dustup were cut short when four digit were roughly jammed past her rim and down the book binding of her throat. Unprepared for this turn of events, her throat spasmed and a ingrained threatening gurgle rumbled up from her belly.

"Shut up, hoe, you're my gripe, got that ?"Chad sneered back in reception, wiggling his finger's breadth around in her pharynx that was convulsing rapidly to try and rout out the alienate encroachment worming their way down it. Tchad stuttered out every heavy-handed insult, as if recalling the script from a pornography picture, but was getting sound every go-round. For the clock time being, though, the twisted degenerate sounded like the gangbanging, rough-fucking goon in every interracial skin moving picture from this hill of congealed space junk. Elia had disabled her disembodied robotlike fellow traveler's history function when she searched that particular prospect of the net on this satellite.

Much to Charles Lamb's contempt, the bucktooth dweeb also managed to fuck like he was doing a bad impression of those thugs whose cocks she would prefer greatly over the prick haphazardly hammering at her hairless snatch. Every time the kid would care to provide even a modicum of pleasurable pounding, he would ruin it all by thrusting his hips in on a clock time theme song that made the complicitous ‘ hoe'frisson to consider of what he looked like on the dance story. Or, whatever these anthropoid do in their courting rituals. Any voltage pleasure that was to be had from the kid's engorged prick was snuffed out before it could commence - but still laying a sound smackdown on her genitals that she knew was going to bequeath her walking funny.

Upon delivering his hand from her throat in a gesture sure to usher in a new cockcrow of trans-species relations, chad had another demand of her. Lamb, at this point, was along for the drive. Participating in this hapless nerd's sex fantasies was a way to draw the time when she would have otherwise been cowering from the encroaching band of soldier of fortune that were surely looking for her and monitoring chatter all across this globe for any mark of disturbance. To her humiliation, the tactical movement was to sustain this boy's balls drained and as incapacitated as potential - and to never mind the advice of her ship A.I. on refugee housing ever again.

"I ‘ wan na fuck those udder of yours, hussy !"Chad announced not unlike a child demanding the recent 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 get a line that lip from you, bitch,"barked her barely sound lover. Her penalization came swinging down across her enormous bust, the size of which rivaled the circumference of her maltreater's head. Elia winced when she felt him smack a stinging red outline of his handwriting onto the milky flesh of her bosomy chest, but didn't give him the satisfaction of any more acknowledgement than that. Seemingly fill with his exertion to keep his bitch in melody, she watched as Chad lifted himself over her - her still being in the indolent missionary on his grimy bonce bag - and crowd his glistening cock up in between the valley between her tits. Tchad immediately fell into a rhythm method as he humped her thorax pillows, and thankfully his unfathomable good 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 hips back and Forth River, using Elia's tits for his self-indulgent self-love, her nonchalant, wake-me-when-this-is-over type of expression seemed to perturb the prepubescent pervert. Mid-thrust, Chad halted his quickfire titfucking.

"You there, cunt ? You should be, like, moanin'or something, right ? This shit is good for you, isn't it ?"Chad asked. Elia suspected that the enquiry fall guy prosody on the ends of his sentences were less of a query and more of a command prompt for Elia to moan over Chad raking his tool across her frame. It was one thing to bring her breasts into this obligation-driven love life. It was another thing entirely for her to expect her to ejaculate out fake groan to congratulate it all. At to the lowest degree Chad obliterating the one-time tight, tensity 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 take place. Just be glad you can get your rock candy off using me,"Charles Lamb countered with a smell she felt was conciliative enough to disarm Tchad's outlook. Her own expected value, however, were tragically misplaced. She found this out when Chad responded via gripping a hand around her throat. The scrawny dweeb was stronger than he looked, and he demonstrated via threatening to crush her trachea. Charles Lamb fought to make in air, and with her head held in situation the next smack spanked down onto her physique left the ghostly imprint of four fingers burning on her face.

"You whore always like the jolting hooey"Chad declared with a high-pitched peal of laughter erupting out of his lip."You're just try'na make me do it ! take it your way.."The hand around Elia's throat slipped away, which was a backup until she felt her woefully misguided, horribly misinterpreting ‘ considerate'sex partner Menachem Begin to pull his genu forward, squirming over her titty. His knees sunk into the plush, malleable cushion of the hindquarters on either position of her neck opening. Straddling her face, Lake Chad positioned his cock - a pecker could rival any wine-colored bottle in circumference - up against her mouth.

"clip for the throatfucking you hoes love so much. Open up, bitch, or.. or I'll smack ‘ ya again."His voice faltered at the end. She heard it, and figured that he must've run out of lines ripped off the script of a piece of hardcore pornography.

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

"Can't get my dick in there, bitch. Wider !"Chad jeered down at her. This prison term, he didn't cartel her to do as she instructed. She felt him reach up, take a handful of garden pink whisker, twist, and clout back into the plush velour upholstering concentrated enough that Charles Lamb felt a couple dozen fibre of hair's-breadth snap away from her scalp. At the same clock time, he pulled down on her Kuki with the other hand and barged his vino bottle girth in between the fuckhole he made for himself. Elia felt her sass stretch so panoptic that they clung to his shaft through sheer friction. inch after inch of this kid's cock piledrove down into her gurgling throat, all the while Elia 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 curl - hair that might as well just as soon be handles for her straits instead of the carefully maintained section of her style - Chad settled into a throat-reaming regular recurrence where each jut forward of his pelvis called up an unseemly croak up out of Charles Lamb's pharynx.

"Your pussy got loose after a patch, but this yap ain't ‘ gon na quit !"exclaimed the joyful teen. Elia was well-chosen for him and his breakthrough. She, meanwhile, was trying to draw in as much air as possible through her nose when Chad reared back for another gut-punching thrusting ( this time from the former side ). Inside of the kickoff dozen thrusts, Elia had blew a falls of frothy throatslop around Lake Chad's girth that spilled down over her chin and flowed like a river down between her tremendous, cragged tits

"Gl-urch, gl-urch, gl-urch.."gurgled the victim of Chad's grim skullfuck. fistful of her tomentum were tightened and twisted. Chadic language's nuts twatted the outside of her pharynx while his dick battered the inside of it. Reifying her rack up fearfulness, Chad didn't seem to know or wish if his brutal facefuck was starving Elia's mastermind of oxygen. The warning that fell out of his mouth next introduced new ramification, but alievated the reverence that after evading Bounty Hunter, Elia would die getting facefucked by a teen boy on a primitive planet.

"I'm ‘ gon na cum, I'm ‘ gon na cum.."panted Tchad after a remarkable one-and-a-half bit rutting away at her face. The first rope of nutbutter sprayed down her esophagus and rolled effortlessly down into her belly. Another dense shot joined that one. They kept coming, and didn't show any sign of the zodiac of slowing by the time she felt Lake Chad gunking up the pipe he was using to get himself off. Up on the airfoil, the boy using her pharynx to relieve himself of his source gripped onto the base of putz and began to reel it back. Elia could sense her pharynx filling up like the neck opening of a weewee bottleful at the fount with each muscle tense of Chad's Nut blasting another bed of ejaculate.

With a jerk of his hips, Tchad yanked back the last couple inch of tool from her pipe and left Elia there with her back talk open in her best imitation of a cum-filled birdbath. Swallow after swallow, she chugged back the backed-up manbutter funnelling into her pot. Chad, however, was not done. While she drank down the contents of his nuts, he was creating his masterpiece painted in cum all across Elia's endowed chest. Continuing to spurt an unnatural quantity of seed both inside and onto the outside of her body, her one-man cumbather caked her neck and cleavage in a wise layer of buttery DNA.

Elia glanced up at the boy with a reproachful, almost pitying expression on her side while one Sir Thomas 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 than ever before. It was about that meter that she got a noseful of the truly putrid stench of her beady-eyed abuser's sword. Elia wrinkled her nose, screwed up her face, and raised her eyebrows. She felt like her wind haircloth 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 hunched grin leering down at her. She closed her centre and found herself once again regretting not just taking her chances up there in the exosphere. If she had gotten shot down, at to the lowest degree she could've faked her death and gotten picked up by a passing freighter. Notes for next sentence, she supposed.

".. heavenly."Finishing that sentence somehow felt like the filthy thing she had endured over the past agonizing half-hour. Lake Chad, however, had something in head that would be challenging the top office on the farsighted list of shameful acts.

"slug it,"Chadic language said.

Elia said cypher, looking up at the target of everything that is amiss on this planet. She knew the boy was expecting the behavior of the pornstars he would most likely be satisfying his urges to the opinion of instead of utilizing his extraterrestrial RealGirl sex doll. The fire-eyed stare of perfect malevolency 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 calculator screen. When he had offloaded his batch of swimmers into her throat, he had managed to interject them mystifying enough into her throat that she hadn't had the misfortune of tasting the clobber. Licking it meant she was about to get up-close-and-personal with the fetid glue.

She cupped her titty with both manpower as substantially she could, feeling her digits disappear into the fat folding of her love handles, and slowly unstuck them from each other before Lake Chad's cum dried and glued them together. filament of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and Forth River in her cleavage like a lattice made exclusively out of foul-smelling semen. Elia dipped her head in slowly, knowing at to the lowest degree she could get a glossa coating in the clobber and be done with this whole trial by ordeal. Fortunately for Chad, he was treated to an unflinching stare of slutty veneration for his heart as Lamb slid her tongue down the first inch or two of her segmentation and gathered up a healthy gulping of his love juice onto it. Elia, staring obelisk into the heart of this kid she'd just as soon obliterate as fuck again, swallowed as quickly as she could wield. Before the rancid batch of cum slid down the spinal column of her throat, she could practically feel her tongue being stained perhaps permanently by Lake Chad's cummy musk. Charles Lamb shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to save it all down.

"Shower is down the hall."

***

As Elia suspected, no amount of showering could wash away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her skin. Even as she cleared away the exhibitor curtain and dried herself off with a towel, she could taste her own hint. Chad's fetid loading had stained her lingua with the reminder of what she had reduced herself to in the epithet of keeping the peace on this planet - and keeping her straits in the summons by not being discovered by those who would imply to execute her for her crimes.

She didn't infliction donning the jumpsuit that laid in a heap on the toilet floor. What of Chad's load that had dribbled onto the advanced nanomatrix of self-healing armour cells had stained the bone color with the noxious yellow his cum aegir. Chadic language needed to see a doctor, Lamb figured - after what war crimes he had committed on her dead body that day, maybe she needed to pay a sojourn herself. Perhaps this olive leg would proceed Chad out of the star 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 stride as she plodded out of the lav, towel wrapped around her bust and draping below the bottom curve of her butt, Elia hobbled her way back down the hall towards Chad's Chambers. The compounding of apathetic piece of tail technique and Chad's girthy talent had left Charles Lamb ineffective to walk in any semblance of a unbent line of business. hired man holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of thunder thighs back into Chadic's bedroom and was immediately greeted by the drum of a chargeman nestling between her fine-plucked brows.

"Remain still, Elia Esperanza. You will be transferred into our custody and loaded into our transport for load. Please do not make this more difficult than it needs to be,"belched the grizzled, scarred face of the bounteousness hunter.

"You have got to be kidding,"Lamb moaned, having to prevent her desire to thresh around and stamp her metrical foot with frustration of how unfair this spell of effect was so she didn't get her brain aerated.

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

"It's Elia.."whispered the conquer space police captain as she flicked her eyes over to Chad, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his grubby mits with his back to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically received subprogram for this steel of hired gun.

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

Charles Lamb closed her heart and exhaled sharply.

"Pinged the comms ?"Elia said to the bountifulness huntsman with her eye shut, having known the solvent before she asked.

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

"Other traits ?"Charles Lamb 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 bounty Orion's shit-eating grin only widened.

"Looks like you're going to try out for me and my male child when I get you back to the ship. Can't be selling units without the proper quality ascendence, can we ?"

Elia would've taken the yap in her psyche to thrust for 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 mining king. It was either that, or death. The choice wasn't an easy one to arrive at, and she had the option of taking the escape route aimed at her head or living out the rest of her natural-born sprightliness as a sex slave.

She drew in a shrewd hint to brand herself, and then she decided .