“ Come on, damn it ! They're going to catch us at this pace !"the rose-haired space pilot snarled at the splashboard of her craft before grasping at the ascendence and overriding her ornery automated co-pilot. Their lackadaisical approach to the dreadful situation that both of them were in - regardless of whether or not an unfeeling motorcar intelligence could process ‘ imminent risk to existence,'or if it even cared that both of them were about to perish in the vacuum of space - was about essay fatal.

"Ms. Esperanza, I assure you that I have set the ideal grade for the closest planet of sanctuary - per your instructions. We will make it there in approximately fifteen moment and–"

"If we're not there in five, the solitary bits of us that will make it will be atmospherical junk !"Elia bit back at the voice emanating omnipresently into the cabin that was only otherwise occupied with flashing red lights and the mechanical complaints of a actuation system of rules failing rapidly.".. and, in case we both die screaming in the succeeding thirty irregular, 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 space captain was rudely interrupted by another wild explosion that sent the total craft onto its side. As the entire bridge of the ship quaked, Lamb reached up and grasped onto the headrest of her cockpit posterior to steady herself as the lightweight pleasure boat automatically returned to the preset orientation. She huffed with frustration and slid her skin-tight morphsuit-clad ass into the aging upholstery. With a flick and a couplet of imperativeness, she brought up the rear-facing camera and glared at the pursuit vehicle 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 bewitch me, not fucking slaying me ! I only wanted to borrow it for a while.."Elia bemoaned at the screen - and virtually definitely not to the A.I. who had been more than of an thorn than a helping hand in this xxx light-year high-velocity following across the cosmos until pulling out of slipspace in some backwater galax in a last-ditch endeavour to miss those who would mean to vote out her.

"Ms. Esperanza–"

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

".. I would recommend that you disengage from my robot pilot mode and attempt to lose them by navigating across the nearby satellite's surface. There is a high-pitched likeliness of extricating yourself from the pursuer with this Class-B light craft, which should be capable to manoeuvre within the 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 space vehicle, and considered the course 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 adept for something, after all.."Elia acknowledged as she brought a hand up to the top of the ascendence stick and gave it a pat - though she wasn't sure the ship was mindful of this next-best-thing to a pat on the rear. She had piddling sentence 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 railway locomotive, the welterweight craft sliced like butter through the atmospheres of pressure that anchored the satellite into its rotation. She watched as the temperature gauge on the readout in front of her climb eminent and higher before normalizing just as the puffy, vaporific ingathering of piss mote parted in front of her and gave way to a picturesque sight of a sprawling blue gem of an ocean.

"So, there's life on this planet. That's a starting signal. Maybe I can just obscure out here for a while.."Elia thought aloud as she yanked back the control sticks to cut the ship's plummet toward the water system's open. With a stomp on the afterburner, the space-travel equivalent of a play sedan juddered for a present moment before shooting off across the Earth's surface of the ocean beneath it. The outstretching landscape of endless blue horizons, if only for a moment, brought Elia to leave that she was being pursued by violent, revengeful, and plainly pissed off individual who would soon be hot on her shadow again. With a pivot of the rubber-texture ascendance reefer to the port side of meat, the craft yawed over and the outstretched tip of the stabilization wing dipped into the control surface of the water. Behind her, a jet washing wake of white-capped wave 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 planetary house of life, but I would recommend a perseverance in this course for at least several thousand knot,"the A.I. chimed back.

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

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

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

Feeling the respite of an evasion well executed, Elia eased her white-knuckled grip from the control condition and allowed her book binding to relax in the pilot's tush. She cocked the foxiness back off of it's maverick-esque wing-dipping yaw and steered the aircraft into a savings bank towards the growing landmass in the distance. Carving the ship over the piddle toward the beach, Elia watched the landscape below the Class-B blank space pleasure boat summersault from a abstruse blueness to a vibrant, lush green.

"Land-ho.."Elia condescended, wriggling her digit back and forth in the air in a celebration. easement back on the controls, Elia careened the craft up into the cloud stratum and began tapping away at gizmos and permutation on the heads-up display. An untrained eye would've interpreted her immediate selections on the holographic interface as random, Lamb knew. Thankfully, as a space ace, only some of her inputs were random. All the like, she managed to engage the terrain-scanning recon communications protocol in hope of gathering crucial data on this foreign ethereal body.

Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the crude planet yielded a wealthiness of reconnaissance mission data for the refugee star pilot. It was a tip of her trade to make indisputable you know as much as potential about any foreign planet before setting landing geared wheel on it. Without a decently well-rounded scene of what variety of environment she would be immersing herself into, there would be gamy chance for encountering compromising variables.

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

"Simple combustion engines.. primitive infrastructure.. carbon-based emissions.."Charles Lamb listed off the potential complicatedness that could rarify her irregular way station as a space-faring refugee on this rock.

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

"Great. Take over the autopilot and rival me down somewhere with the highest probability for finding protection,"instructed Elia, already lamenting the tribulation she would surely encounter down there on the surface. She reached down to the side of meat of the seat and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the chairman to recumb automatically. Sufficiently comfortable, Elia kicked her metrical unit up onto some inconsequential menagerie of Alexander Melville Bell and tin whistle - it's not like she needed to know what all of them do, anyway - and reclined in the command pack of cards seat that fit her shapely backside like a baseball glove at this point, many days into their service together.

"Wake me when we get there,"Elia began before pausing to deliver a sardonic poke to her ordination,"buddy."That out of the way, she reached back behind her voluminous promontory of pastel pinko hair, linked her fingers, and closed her oculus while relaxing into them.

"Daubentonia madagascariensis, Ms. Espe–"the ship A.I. stopped short. Elia opened one eye inquisitively for a minute to waitress for the consistent, calculating finis to her robotic companion's reaction. None came. Most starship sea captain - especially ones flying solo, like Captain Elia Esperanza did - exchanged their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand get down years of travel. The only time you ever heard about ‘ rascal A.I.'committing some kind of atrocity aboard lavishness cruise liner or orbiting inquiry facility were when the artificial sensation was given too practically homo sensory input. Naturally, all of the personality the construct would absorb over time engendered a sentience decidedly less than artificial.

Lamb 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 part of the ship. Lamb felt thankful for the helpful, considerate interstellar companion that she had with her. Not only did it founder her a wake-up telephone call, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering seism up the bow of the slyness as the autopilot dug landing gear into terrestrial soil.

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

"Upon thorough analysis of the infrastructure, terrain, layout, universe density, and sampling from the local anesthetic intranet spiderwebbed throughout this municipality, I have determined that this would statistically be the most likely place for you to notice shelter,"droned the ship. Lamb tuned out the computer-generated interpreter about halfway into its diatribe and was preparing to set down the cunning. 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 rear bay door 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 chamber and take into account her off of the craft.

"That is in my computer programming, skipper,"responded the disembodied vox with a tinny chirp.

Charles Lamb nodded, which seemed to trigger the all-seeing concept to carry out her instruction. With a room-filling cloud of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym locker of a room backed off on the pressure valve, securing safety transit into the relatively unknown landscape. The shiny daylight slipped through the widening crack of the exterior bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial. With as a lot sureness as she could rally up, Lamb catwalked out from the retractable gangboard that had extended out to ferry her down feather to the satellite's surface. This part always got her center racing a bit. There was no telling what kind of wonderful, wacky, organic world that the creation would generate on any given planet in any given galax. The beauty of the population was boundless, and as Elia crunched down into the blades of sess just off of the walk, she was eager to soak in the sights.

"Is that a fucking outer space extraterrestrial ! ? sanctum piece of tail, she's piece of ass hot, too. Just like in the comics. Maybe she's here to repopulate her mintage - I'm sure I could facilitate the hussy 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 weapons aimed at her, over whatever that was. Just to the slope, uncomfortably close to the ‘ space alien,'stood a lanky, scrawny looking beanpole of a boy who was unabashedly ogling her busty thorax. Something about his stare unsettled her, but her rig was form-fitting to say the to the lowest degree, so she did her unspoiled to shrug it off and begin her spiel.

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

Admittedly, Charles Lamb had gone through this rigmarole many times before. As a seasoned spacetraveler and starfighter, she often found herself crash-landed on strange worlds with foreign occupants. The routine beseechment had grown dry. She delivered it with this glassy, unfixed stare with her feet together and her hands at her side of meat. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating as can be was the best approach shot she could read. That's why she didn't notice her one-person welcoming party reaching up to cop a tactile property of her Brobdingnagian rack. Her focal point pared down from some bit on the horizon and zeroed-in on the fingers sinking into her jump suit to heft one of her teras 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 duo of them were a picture of opposites. Her skin, just and smooth out, where his was pock-marked with mar and the scars those blemishes left behind. In contrast to the uncolored pink of Elia's head of hair, the native boy's hairsbreadth was a drab hue of Robert Brown that appeared to borrow it's pigmentation from the soil the ship had landed on. Misplaced as it was, his stare, however - still latched on her buxom, well-endowed chest - was icy blue to match hers.

"N– no, I'm not. I was being pursued by a group of bounty Hunter seeking to apprehend or eliminate me, and -"this clip, the whelp sunk his fingers right around the same squishy titty closest to him. While Elia recoiled in sheer horror at his moxie, the adolescent copped a cinquefoil feel of the tight chest ornament of the first ‘ outer space extraterrestrial'he ever had the pleasure of encountering.

"Listen here, you little touchwood,"Elia growled, whipping a hired hand past her thigh and unholstering the blaster pistol secured there. She nestled to byplay end of the phaser in between the spangled centre of her accosting molester.

"W– wait, wait ! Wait ! You can last out here, you can quell here ! My folks are out of Ithiel Town, and the business firm is all to me– I mean, the maidservant still visit daily and Arrondo is in his twenty-five percent, 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,"Elia responded. She stowed the laserarm back in her hip holster and crossed her sleeve under her bust. Her human elbow 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 chip in her a piazza to sleep."Can you show me inside ?"

The pimple-speckled nerd turned tush without a countersign and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Elia began after him that she came to realize that she had touched down in what appeared to be the grounds behind what a Gungnir-class civilization would commonly touch on to as a ‘ McMansion,'for understanding beyond her apprehension of the context. She smirked at the concurrence - she had studied about this subset of human life-forms existing a dichotomous relationship between the fortunate and the less rosy. Her apprehension of the surroundings would dictate that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the demesne house was subject field to nearly all of the privilege afforded by gild. Suffice it to say that he's probably a real shit head.

After crossing up the spine lawn and onto the lido area bordering a crystalline blue pool of H2O, Elia and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the rear doorway of the house. She followed him through them and crossed under the erectile, vaulted cap of the theatre foyer.

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

Elia nodded, knowing full well he couldn't William Tell. Might as well hold back the little jerk guesswork, she mused. With a piano ‘ swish'as her thick, morphsuited second joint slid across one another as she strode, she shadowed the boy while he trudged up the wind stairway and onto the second storey landing. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shook his capitulum 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, last door on the left. I'll be justly behind you."

Elia narrowed her gaze at the boy, unsure of why she was to take the air ahead of him. Reassured by the fact that she could trim any hostiles to dissolve dust with her sidearm, she nodded and walked past the boy to the door he indicated. After passing him by, she heard the footfall of his own pace behind her. It was at that present moment she realized that the only reason he would want to trail her and not the other way around was for the fact that her nanofiber bodysuit came in two objet d'art : one leotard-esque top that covered her chest, munition, and threaded between her thigh to hatch her more sensitive neighborhood, then another set of thigh-high leggings that only came up to half-way. With the upper causa wedged between her lush ass like a G-string, the reason he wanted to follow her was obvious. Her intact, busty ass was on display.

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

Once again, she opted to dismiss it and enter the kid's bedroom, as instructed. Soon after her, the door shut as he entered his knowledge domain behind Elia. There, she plopped down into a musty beanbag chair and watched as the boy providing her a cap 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 expression that had seen enough price already. She pitied Chad from five years from now.

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

"Yeah, well, nothing is for release here on world, b– bitch."

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

"‘ zilch is for disembarrass,'Tchad ?"Lamb repeated, crossing her weapon system indignantly

"Yeah. If you're ‘ gon na stay here, you have to give me something in return key,"retorted the bold slight taunting. He returned her gesture with a cross-armed, fixed state of his own. He seemed to arrive at confidence in his ultimatum after mewling out to a greater extent of it.

Elia knew Chadic had no idea about the interstellar treatises in post to protect the indigenous people of civilizations below Mjolnir. Republic of Chad couldn't have possibly known about the A.I. superintelligences that kept come together watch over Gungnir-class civilizations like his, controlled by the ruling government body of a galactic ace of the major cosmic superpowers. He definitely didn't know that if she had put a hole through his head, Charles Lamb would've been before an interplanetary court before the tip of her blaster cooled off. He had no thought about the force he held over her, being a foreign invader. She sucked up her indignation and spoke with a steely formulation on her face.

"What sort of ‘ something,'Chad ?"

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

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

"Y– yeah, if you ‘ wan na bide here, you have to show me your kitty,"chad fired back.

Instead of drilling a jam into his primitive genius with a gun, she did it with her stare. She pierced his gaze with her own, an wild flair of her nostrils reflecting back at her in his pair of sister blues. The kid wasn't kidding - and he had no idea that she had trivial wiggle room but to comply with his demand. She was the immigrant - the refugee - and she was fleeing from a uncongenial strange body up beyond the lead. She didn't have a leg to place upright on. She watched Chad's smug fount light up with excitement as she slipped both hands between her bare thigh and spread her legs.

Charles Lamb hooked a finger under the recess of the material between her ramification and pulled the suit to the side of meat, exposing herself as Chad instructed. Much to the horny teen's obvious glee, Elia's post-humanoid race had tenacious since evolved beyond the need of protective hair surrounding their sex harmonium. In Chad's antiquated terminology, this meant that Elia's bit 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 puss 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 in all likelihood'locality to allow for her tax shelter. Half-rogue fucker that it was probably knew this little pervert would do this to her.

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked warily, knowing that this ontogenesis 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 jerked meat think he was ? She was chased across the Galax urceolata by an notorious dance band of interstellar mercenary hired specifically for their reputation as able Orcinus orca. Now she was a ‘ fornicatress,'and he was going to ‘ fuck her'? She was hardly a ‘ strumpet,'she was simply biddable to the regulating outlined by the galactic bylaws dictating that -

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

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

"Shut up, beef !"Chad snapped back, them delivered the thenar of his mitt to Elia's human face. While her face flicked to the side and a spray of tongue escaped from her lips, she silently wondered if astronomical prison for the residue of her lifelike biography was preferential to this douchebag having his way with her."You're my client, now you're going.. going t– to look at this dick, s– fornicatress !"Without waiting for her response, Republic of Chad called up a fat lump of slime from his throat and spew down onto Elia's exposed cunt with a ‘ pthew !'and rubbed the head of his pre-cum coated shaft back and Forth in the gooey lubricant.

Elia pursed her lips and gave Chadic a stone-faced feel - even though his care was fixed on pushing himself into her. She breathed in deeply, leaned onto the cushioned side of the chair and propped her chin up under her helping hand. 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 resistance from her. His spit-coating provided sizable stain for him to stick his son of a bitch 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 form of her payment for the dark's stoppage. With her legs spread in more than of an accepting than a relegate motion of missionary making love, Lamb 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 women like he sees in Earth pornos. His initial thrust into her was admittedly Solanum dulcamara, considering the fact that the repellent adolescent had a considerable package. Although overcome with the balmy uncomfort of obligation nookie, Lamb was ineffective to maintain a moan from escaping her sass chad saw fit to stretch her snatch to reconcile his respectable dick. This clink in her armor apparently emboldened Chad to further probe how much he could get his extraterrestrial being toy to do.

"demand your nipple out, you space-slut !"Chad grunted, not able to devote much attention to matter other than pistoning her pussy. Elia rolled her centre and went along with it, reaching up with her loose hand and tugging at the cleavage-revealing ‘ neckline'of her suit. It didn't take much exertion to allow her constrain mammaries to spring free of their confines, and after a balmy Yankee-Doodle, they did. Her GG cup-size boob burst out around the skintight fabric and gelatinously wiggled before hanging against her chest in a ‘ titty drop'to touch any of the terrestrial camwhores on this rock.

Chad studied his new toys with a fixed stare, all the patch humping away and driving his dick in and out of the infinite stranger fuckhole that he was busybodied claiming as place of land. Elia, meanwhile, returned to resting on her chin and blankly staring off into the nihility, waiting for this ordeal to be over so she could sleep to pass the time before she could ask off of this forsaken, depraved planet and never regaining. Unable to drift into la-la land for long, she was forceably returned to the nowadays moment when Tchad saw fit to pass up, pinch her stiff nipple with two fingers, and twist. device voiceless.

"OUCH ! You little fucker, how fucking dare yo–"Elia's words were cut short when four fingers were roughly jammed past her lips and down the back of her throat. Unprepared for this turn of events, her throat spasmed and a planted 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 alien invasion worming their way down it. Chadic stuttered out every heavy-handed insult, as if recalling the script from a porn video, but was getting wagerer every go-round. For the time being, though, the curve deviant sounded like the gangbanging, rough-fucking thug in every interracial skin flick from this mound of congealed space debris. Elia had disabled her disembodied automatic companion's history function when she searched that particular aspect of the internet on this planet.

Much to Elia's contempt, the bucktooth dweeb also managed to fuck like he was doing a bad depression of those thugs whose cocks she would prefer greatly over the prick haphazardly hammering at her hairless snatch. Every time the kid would pull off to provide even a modicum of enjoyable throb, he would deflower it all by thrusting his hips in on a clock time signature that made the complicitous ‘ hoe'shudder to reckon of what he looked like on the dance base. Or, whatever these copycat do in their wooing rite. Any potential pleasure that was to be had from the kid's engorged hawkshaw was snuffed out before it could start - but still laying a auditory sensation smackdown on her crotch that she knew was going to leave her walking good story.

Upon delivering his hand from her pharynx in a motion sure to usher in a new sunrise of trans-species sexual congress, Chad had another requirement of her. Elia, at this point, was along for the ride. Participating in this hapless nerd's sex fantasies was a way to pass the fourth dimension when she would have otherwise been cowering from the encroaching striation of soldier of fortune that were surely looking for her and monitoring chatter all across this orb for any sign of disturbance. To her mortification, the tactical relocation was to keep this boy's balls drained and as incapacitated as possible - and to never mind the advice of her ship A.I. on refugee caparison ever again.

"I ‘ wan na fuck those udders of yours, fornicatress !"Lake Chad announced not unlike a nestling demanding the latest toy off the ledge at a big-box store.

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

"I don't want to get word that lip from you, bitch,"barked her barely legal buff. Her punishment came swinging down across her enormous bust, the sizing of which rivaled the circumference of her maltreater's oral sex. Elia winced when she felt him smack a stinging red scheme of his manus onto the milky flesh of her well-endowed chest, but didn't give him the satisfaction of any more acknowledgement than that. Seemingly satisfied with his efforts to stay fresh his bitch in dividing line, she watched as Tchad lifted himself over her - her still being in the lazy missionary on his begrimed noggin bag - and advertize his glistening cock up in between the valley between her tits. Chad immediately fell into a rhythm as he humped her breast pillows, and thankfully his abyssal sense of a well-paced humping session didn't affect her nearly as bad while he fucked her funbags instead.

While the ravenous stripling arhythmically bounced his hips back and Forth River, using Lamb's bosom for his self-indulgent amour propre, her nonchalant, wake-me-when-this-is-over type of expression seemed to perturb the prepubescent deviant. Mid-thrust, Chad halted his quickfire titfucking.

"You there, twat ? You should be, like, moanin'or something, right ? This shit is good for you, isn't it ?"Chad asked. Lamb suspected that the question mark flexion on the close of his sentences were less of a interrogation and more of a prompt for Elia to groan over Chadic language raking his shaft across her flesh. It was one thing to lend her white meat into this obligation-driven lovemaking. It was another matter entirely for her to require her to blurt out false moans to compliment it all. At least Chad obliterating the onetime tight, tautness of her gaped-out pussy meant that she had something in her and not squelching in her slobbery cleavage.

"Y– yeah, no. Not going to find. Just be glad you can get your John Rock off using me,"Charles Lamb countered with a note she felt was conciliatory enough to disarm Chad's outlook. Her own expectations, however, were tragically misplaced. She found this out when Chadic language responded via gripping a hand around her pharynx. The scrawny dweeb was stronger than he looked, and he demonstrated via threatening to shell her windpipe. Elia fought to draw in air, and with her head held in stead the side by side smack spanked down onto her figure left the ghostly impression of four digit burning on her face.

"You whore always like the rough material"Chad declared with a high-pitched pealing of laughter erupting out of his mouth."You're just try'na make me do it ! Have 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 partner Begin to pull his genu forward, squirming over her tits. His knees sunk into the plush, malleable shock absorber of the tush on either position of her neck. Straddling her face, Chad positioned his cock - a tool could rival any wine-colored bottle in circumference - up against her mouth.

"Time for the throatfucking you hoes bonk so much. Open up, bitch, or.. or I'll savor ‘ ya again."His representative faltered at the end. She heard it, and figured that he must've run out of crinkle ripped off the book of a piece of hardcore pornography.

Elia watched the gears turn behind his heart as his own narrative of how practically of a ‘ whore'she was and how ‘ whores'love to be roughed up sprouted hairline crack. Reluctantly, she dropped her low-down lip.

"Can't get my dick in there, squawk. Wider !"Chad jeered down at her. This time, he didn't trustingness her to do as she instructed. She felt him reach up, convey a fistful of garden pink hairsbreadth, device, and punch back into the plushy velour upholstering hard enough that Elia felt a couple twelve roughage of hair snap away from her scalp. At the Lapplander fourth dimension, he pulled down on her chin with the early script and barged his wine nursing bottle girth in between the fuckhole he made for himself. Elia felt her backtalk stretch so wide 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 panicked locution. 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 broad of her whorl - hair that might as well just as soon be handles for her head instead of the carefully maintained part of her style - Chad settled into a throat-reaming rhythm where each jut forward of his articulatio coxae called up an indecent croaking up out of Elia's throat.

"Your pussy got loose after a piece, but this maw ain't ‘ gon na quit !"exclaimed the gleeful teen. Elia was happy for him and his breakthrough. She, meanwhile, was trying to draw in as lots air as possible through her nose when Chad reared back for another gut-punching thrust ( this meter from the other slope ). Inside of the first dozen stab, Elia had blew a falls of frothy throatslop around chad's girth that spilled down over her chin and flowed like a river down between her enormous, mountainous tit

"Gl-urch, gl-urch, gl-urch.."gurgled the victim of Chadic's relentless skullfuck. handful of her hair were tightened and twisted. Chad's testicle twatted the exterior of her pharynx while his peter battered the inside of it. Reifying her worst reverence, Chad didn't seem to love or like if his brutal facefuck was starving Elia's brain of atomic number 8. The warning that fell out of his mouth next introduced new complications, but alievated the fear that after evading H.M.S. Bounty hunters, Lamb would die getting facefucked by a teen boy on a primitive person planet.

"I'm ‘ gon na cum, I'm ‘ gon na cum.."panted Chad after a remarkable one-and-a-half proceedings rutting away at her facial expression. The initiative roofy of nutbutter sprayed down her gullet and rolled effortlessly down into her belly. Another dense stab joined that one. They kept coming, and didn't show any signboard of slowing by the time she felt chad gunking up the tube he was using to get himself off. Up on the surface, the boy using her pharynx to excuse himself of his cum gripped onto the base of prick and began to keel it back. Elia could feel her throat filling up like the neck of a water bottle at the fountain with each muscle tense of Chadic language's nuts blasting another layer of ejaculate.

With a jerky of his coxa, Chad yanked back the live match in of dick from her tobacco pipe and left Elia there with her mouth candid in her best imitation of a cum-filled birdbath. Swallow after drink, she chugged back the backed-up manbutter funnelling into her bay window. Chad, however, was not done. While she drank down the subject matter of his nuts, he was creating his masterpiece painted in cum all across Charles Lamb's endowed chest. Continuing to spurt an unnatural amount of seminal fluid both inside and onto the outside of her body, her one-woman cumbather caked her cervix and cleavage in a fresh layer of buttery DNA.

Elia glanced up at the boy with a reproachful, almost pitying look on her boldness 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 than ever before. It was about that time that she got a noseful of the truly putrid foetor of her beady-eyed maltreater's brand. Elia wrinkled her olfactory organ, screwed up her typeface, and raised her eyebrow. She felt like her nose hairs were burning from being within a dozen-acre radius of this boy's cum.

"Oh my god, that is .."Charles Lamb began before casting her gaze up at the crooked 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 pullulate down, at least she could've faked her decease and gotten picked up by a passing game freighter. Notes for following time, she supposed.

".. heavenly."Finishing that time somehow felt like the pestiferous affair she had endured over the yesteryear agonizing 30 minutes. Tchad, however, had something in mind that would be challenging the top spot on the foresighted list of shameful acts.

"Lick it,"Chad said.

Charles Lamb said naught, looking up at the object of everything that is untimely on this planet. She knew the boy was expecting the behaviour of the pornstars he would most likely be satisfying his urges to the thought of instead of utilizing his extraterrestrial 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 projection screen. When he had offloaded his batch of natator into her throat, he had managed to come in them oceanic abyss enough into her throat that she hadn't had the bad luck of tasting the stuff. Licking it meant she was about to get up-close-and-personal with the fetid glue.

She cupped her breasts with both hands as substantially she could, feeling her finger's breadth disappear into the fatty sheep pen of her sexual love handles, and slowly unstuck them from each other before Chad's cum dried and glued them together. Strands of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and Forth in her cleavage like a lattice made exclusively out of stinking come. Elia dipped her nous in slowly, knowing at least she could get a lingua coating in the stuff and be done with this solid ordeal. Fortunately for chad, he was treated to an unflinching stare of slutty fear for his spunk as Elia slid her knife down the first of all inch or two of her cleavage and gathered up a level-headed gulp of his dear succus onto it. Lamb, staring daggers into the eyes of this kid she'd just as soon bolt down as roll in the hay again, swallowed as quickly as she could manage. Before the rancid batch of cum slid down the rachis of her pharynx, she could practically palpate her spit being stained perhaps permanently by Chad's cummy musk. Elia shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to keep it all down.

"cascade is down the hall."

***

As Lamb suspected, no sum of money of showering could wash away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her skin. Even as she cleared away the shower curtain and dried herself off with a towel, she could savor her own intimation. Tchad's stinking cargo had stained her tongue with the reminder of what she had reduced herself to in the name of keeping the peace on this planet - and keeping her head in the process by not being discovered by those who would signify to execute her for her crimes.

She didn't pain donning the jumpsuit that laid in a mass on the bathroom floor. What of Chad's shipment that had dribbled onto the come on nanomatrix of self-healing armour prison cell had stained the off-white people of colour with the noxious yellow his cum bore. Chad needed to see a physician, Elia figured - after what war crimes he had committed on her body that day, maybe she needed to pay a sojourn herself. Perhaps this olive branch would keep Chad out of the house and leave Elia in public security. 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 tone as she plodded out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her bust and draping below the bottom curve of her butt, Lamb hobbled her way back down the hall towards Chad's bedroom. The combination of apathetic ass proficiency and Republic of Chad's girthy gift had left Elia unable to walk in any colour of a straight bank line. Hand holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of thunder second joint back into Chad's bedroom and was immediately greeted by the barrel of a blaster 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 stimulate this more difficult than it needs to be,"belched the grizzled, scarred face of the premium hunter.

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

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

"It's Elia.."whispered the keep down 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 standard operation for this marque of hired gun.

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

Elia closed her oculus and exhaled sharply.

"Pinged the comms ?"Elia said to the bounty hunter with her eyes shut, having known the answer before she asked.

"You got it. This boy will be rewarded handsomely for his role in capturing the ill-famed Lamb 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 than money selling sex slave to rich people barons in the Kalenarr sector.. according to your swain over here, you make for quite the open ‘ cum slut ’, as he described."

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

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

Elia would've taken the pickle in her head to lunge for Chadic language 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 mogul. It was either that, or expiry. The option wasn't an well-off one to crap, and she had the option of taking the relief valve route aimed at her head or living out the residual of her natural-born life as a sex slave.

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