“ Come on, damn it ! They're going to see us at this rate !"the rose-haired outer space archetype snarled at the dashboard of her slyness before grasping at the controls and overriding her ornery automated copilot. Their dreamy approach to the dire post that both of them were in - regardless of whether or not an unfeeling automobile intelligence could process ‘ at hand danger to existence,'or if it even cared that both of them were about to snuff it in the vacuum of blank space - was about test fatal.

"Ms. Esperanza, I assure you that I have set the apotheosis track for the nearest planet of refuge - per your educational activity. We will arrive there in approximately fifteen moment and–"

"If we're not there in five, the only bits of us that will make it will be atmospherical detritus !"Elia bit back at the voice emanating omnipresently into the cabin that was only otherwise occupied with flashing red illumination and the mechanical ailment of a propulsion arrangement failing rapidly.".. and, in slip we both die scream in the future thirty seconds, I want you to make love that I loathe that you've always called me ‘ Ms. Esperanza'– like, are we supposed to be familiar or– !"

The feisty space maitre d'hotel was rudely interrupted by another red explosion that sent the entire craft onto its side. As the stallion bridge of the ship quaked, Lamb reached up and grasped onto the headrest of her cockpit seat to steady herself as the lightweight cruiser automatically returned to the preset orientation. She huffed with frustration and slid her skin-tight morphsuit-clad ass into the aging upholstery. With a moving-picture show and a match of presses, she brought up the rear-facing camera and glared at the pursuit vehicles that were presently trying their damndest to cook it so she wouldn't be making it to her next birthday.

"I thought they wanted to entrance me, not fucking murder me ! I only wanted to borrow it for a while.."Elia bemoaned at the screen - and most 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 world until pulling out of slipspace in some backwater galaxy in a last-ditch travail to misplace those who would imply to kill her.

"Ms. Esperanza–"

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

".. I would urge that you disengage from my robot pilot mode and attempt to lose them by navigating across the nearby major planet's aerofoil. There is a high likelihood of extricating yourself from the chaser with this Class-B sparkle craft, which should be able to manoeuvre within the planet's atmosphere more efficiently than the Class-D ships you are intending to avoid."

The cocky original pursed her rim, leaned back in the creaking instruction chair of the outdated ballistic capsule, and considered the course of action offered by the ship's onboard A.I.

"Not bad, I suppose.. Y– yeah, let's do that. You're.. you're salutary for something, after all.."Charles Lamb acknowledged as she brought a hand up to the top of the control stick and gave it a pat - though she wasn't sure the ship was aware of this next-best-thing to a pat on the backbone. She had picayune time to turn over the branching of a automobile's capacity for interpreting touch, however, because the major planet's iridescent aristocratical surface was rapidly approaching.

Even with only one fully-functional engine, the welterweight guile sliced like butter through the atmospheres of imperativeness that anchored the planet into its rotation. She watched as the temperature gauge on the readout in forepart of her raise higher and higher before normalizing just as the puffy, diaphanous collections of water molecules parted in nominal head of her and gave way to a picturesque sight of a sprawling gentle gem of an ocean.

"So, there's lifetime 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 ascendency sticks to cut the ship's plummet toward the water's open. With a stomp on the afterburner, the space-travel equivalent of a fun saloon juddered for a moment before shooting off across the surface of the ocean beneath it. The outstretching landscape painting of endless blue skyline, if only for a moment, brought Elia to forget that she was being pursued by violent, vengeful, and plainly pissed off mortal who would soon be hot on her tail again. With a pin of the rubber-texture control spliff to the port incline, the craft yawed over and the outstretched tip of the stabilisation fender dipped into the surface of the water. Behind her, a jet wash wake of white-capped waving flared up off of the previously unploughed control surface before relaxing down well after the jet-propelled spacecraft had roared past.

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

"I am not detecting any nearby signs of sprightliness, but I would recommend a perseverance in this class for at least several thousand geographical mile,"the A.I. chimed back.

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

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

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

Feeling the alleviation of an evasion well executed, Elia eased her white-knuckled grip from the controls and allowed her back to slow down in the original's prat. 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 urine toward the beach, Elia watched the landscape below the Class-B space cruiser flip from a rich blue to a vibrant, dipsomaniac green.

"Land-ho.."Elia condescended, wriggling her fingerbreadth back and forth in the air in a celebration. alleviation back on the dominance, Elia careened the workmanship up into the swarm layer and began tapping away at gizmos and switches on the heads-up display. An untrained eye would've interpreted her prompt natural selection on the holographic user interface as random, Charles Lamb knew. Thankfully, as a blank space ace, only some of her inputs were random. All the same, she managed to engage the terrain-scanning recon protocol in hope of gathering crucial data on this foreign supernal physical structure.

Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the rude satellite yielded a wealth of reconnaissance data for the refugee star pilot. It was a tip of her barter to work trusted you know as practically as potential about any extraneous major planet before setting landing gear on it. Without a decently well-rounded picture of what kind of surroundings she would be immersing herself into, there would be eminent chance for encountering compromising variables.

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

"simpleton combustion engines.. primitive infrastructure.. carbon-based emissions.."Elia listed off the potential complications that could complicate her temporary stopover as a space-faring refugee on this rock.

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

"Great. study over the autopilot and tint me down somewhere with the gamy chance for finding protection,"instructed Elia, already lamenting the visitation she would surely receive down there on the surface. She reached down to the side of the seat and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the president to recumb automatically. Sufficiently well-to-do, Elia kicked her feet up onto some inconsequential menagerie of bells and whistle - it's not like she needed to cognize what all of them do, anyway - and reclined in the command deck seat that fit her shapely posterior like a boxing glove at this head, many years into their service together.

"Wake me when we get there,"Lamb began before pausing to deliver a sardonic punch to her order,"buddy."That out of the way, she reached back behind her voluminous read/write head of pastel pinko hair, linked her fingers, and closed her centre while relaxing into them.

"Aye-aye, Ms. Espe–"the ship A.I. stopped short. Elia opened one eye inquisitively for a moment to hold back for the consistent, calculating conclusion to her automatonlike associate's response. None came. Most starship chieftain - especially unity flying solo, like police chief Elia Esperanza did - switch their A.I. base every seventy-thousand light years of travel. The only clip you ever heard about ‘ rogue A.I.'committing some kind of heinousness aboard luxury sail line drive or orbiting research facilities were when the artificial sentience was given too often man sensory input signal. Naturally, all of the personality the concept would sop up over time engendered a sentience decidedly less than artificial.

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

***

"We have arrived, police chief,"trilled the lifeless voice of the ship. Charles Lamb felt thankful for the helpful, considerate interstellar companion that she had with her. Not only did it give her a wake-up cry, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering quake up the bow of the craft 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 shaking of cripple locomotive systems,".. dick."

"Upon thorough psychoanalysis of the infrastructure, terrain, layout, universe 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 recover shelter,"droned the ship. Elia tuned out the computer-generated voice about halfway into its fulmination and was preparing to disembark the craft. With a assuage ‘ woosh'of air as the door slid out of the threshold, she strode into the cramped, closet-sized air lock that led out of the rear bay doors to the ship.

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

"That is in my programming, police captain,"responded the unembodied voice with a bum chirp.

Elia nodded, which seemed to trigger the all-seeing concept to carry out her command. With a room-filling swarm of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym locker of a room backed off on the pressure valve, securing safe passage into the relatively unknown landscape painting. The bright daylight slipped through the widening sally of the exterior bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial. With as very much confidence as she could muster up, Elia catwalked out from the retractable gangboard that had extended out to ferry her down feather to the satellite's surface. This office always got her affectionateness racing a bit. There was no telling what kind of wonderful, wacky, organic creations that the cosmos would generate on any given planet in any given galax. The beauty of the universe was boundless, and as Elia crunched down into the blades of Grass just off of the paseo, she was eager to douse in the sights.

"Is that a eff blank noncitizen ! ? holy fuck, she's fucking hot, too. Just like in the comics. Maybe she's here to repopulate her mintage - I'm sure I could help the slut out with that shit.."

Unfortunately, her welcome to this planet wasn't quite as spectacular. She would've opted for a more governmental greeting, accomplished with weapons aimed at her, over whatever that was. Just to the side, uncomfortably close to the ‘ place 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 least, so she did her adept to shrug it off and get her spiel.

"Greetings. I am not from your satellite. I am here seeking recourse fr–"

Admittedly, Elia had gone through this rigmarole many meter before. As a seasoned spacetraveler and starfighter, she often found herself crash-landed on strange worlds with strange occupants. The routine beseechment had grown dry. She delivered it with this glassy, unfixed stare with her understructure together and her handwriting at her position. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating as can be was the best access she could take. That's why she didn't notice her one-man welcoming political party reaching up to cop a spirit of her immense rack. Her focussing pared down from some touch on the horizon and zeroed-in on the finger sinking into her jumpsuit to heft one of her monster mammaries

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

"So, you're not from this major planet, huh ?"choked the boy. Elia looked down at him flatly for a minute, and couldn't avail but notice how the couplet of them were a picture of opponent. Her peel, fair and smooth, where his was pock-marked with blemish and the scars those blemishes left behind. In demarcation to the undyed pink of Elia's mane, the aborigine boy's hair 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 blueing to match hers.

"N– no, I'm not. I was being pursued by a group of bounty hunters seeking to apprehend or rid of me, and -"this time, the whelp sunk his finger right around the same spongelike chest closest to him. While Elia recoiled in sheer horror at his guts, the adolescent copped a cinquefoil feel of the taut thorax ornament of the first of all ‘ space foreigner'he ever had the pleasure of encountering.

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

"W– wait, wait ! Wait ! You can stick here, you can abide here ! My kinfolk are out of town, and the house is all to me– I mean, the maids still visit daily and Arrondo is in his poop, but - !"the snivelling brat fired off in rapid chronological 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 limb under her bust. Her elbow joint 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 sleep."Can you show me inside ?"

The pimple-speckled nerd turned nates without a word and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Lamb 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 culture would commonly bear on to as a ‘ McMansion,'for cause beyond her understanding of the context. She smirked at the conjunction - she had studied about this subset of human life-forms existing a dichotomous relationship between the fortunate and the less golden. Her understanding of the environment would prescribe that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the estate of the realm house was subject area to nearly all of the prerogative afforded by society. suffice it to say that he's probably a real shit head.

After crossing up the back lawn and onto the lido area bordering a crystalline blue pool of water, Lamb and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the keister doors of the household. 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 follow me.."piped up boy in movement of her.

Charles Lamb nodded, knowing full-of-the-moon well he couldn't William Tell. might as well keep the little saccade guessing, she mused. With a soft ‘ swish'as her thick, morphsuited thighs slue across one another as she strode, she shadowed the boy while he trudged up the wind staircase and onto the second base landing. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shook his principal as if remembering something he forgot. She watched as he looked back over his berm and extended an arm to point down the hall.

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

Elia narrowed her gaze at the boy, unsure of why she was to take the air ahead of him. Reassured by the fact that she could reduce any hostiles to molten dust with her sidearm, she nodded and walked past the boy to the doorway he indicated. After passing him by, she heard the footfalls of his own rate behind her. It was at that minute she realized that the only rationality he would want to trail her and not the former way around was for the fact that her nanofiber bodysuit came in two man : one leotard-esque top that covered her chest of drawers, arm, and threaded between her thigh to compensate her more sensitive part, then another set of thigh-high leging that only came up to half-way. With the speed causa wedged between her lucullan ass like a G-string, the reason he wanted to follow her was obvious. Her entire, 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 venturer, 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 ignore it and enter the kid's bedroom, as instructed. Soon after her, the door shut as he entered his domain behind Charles Lamb. There, she plopped down into a musty beanbag chair and watched as the boy providing her a roof 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 face that had seen decent damage already. She pitied Lake Chad from five years from now.

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

"Yeah, well, zippo is for free here on Earth, b– bitch."

Elia arched her eyebrow at Chadic. His spokesperson trembled when he squeaked out that menace. She knew he had to deliver been saving that one.

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

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

Lamb knew Chad had no mind about the interstellar treatises in place to protect the indigenous multitude of refinement below Mjolnir. Chad couldn't have possibly known about the A.I. superintelligences that kept close lookout over Gungnir-class civilizations like his, controlled by the ruling government body of a astronomical I of the Major cosmic superpowers. He definitely didn't know that if she had put a maw through his mind, Elia would've been before an interplanetary tribunal before the tip of her blaster cooled off. He had no approximation about the ability he held over her, being a foreign invader. She sucked up her indignation and spoke with a steely saying on her face.

"What kind of ‘ something,'Chad ?"

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

"Ex-fucking-scuse me ?"Lamb clapped back, with an instinct to cast 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 jam into his primitive brain with a gun, she did it with her stare. She pierced his gaze with her own, an angry flair of her nostril reflecting back at her in his distich of baby blues. The kid wasn't kidding - and he had no idea that she had short wiggle room but to comply with his requirement. She was the immigrant - the refugee - and she was fleeing from a hostile foreign trunk up beyond the superstar. She didn't have a leg to stand on. She watched Chad's smug face light up with excitement as she slipped both hired man between her bare thighs and spread her legs.

Elia hooked a finger under the corner of the material between her branch and pulled the cause to the side, exposing herself as Chad instructed. Much to the horny teen's obvious gleefulness, Elia's post-humanoid backwash had prospicient since evolved beyond the penury of protective hair's-breadth surrounding their sex organs. In Chad's archaic terminology, this meant that Lamb's snatch was ‘ shaven'bald and bare. Lamb sat there on the beanbag chairwoman that was stained with sweat and who-knows-what former fluids, leg splayed and tender pussy exposed, and fantasized about getting back into her ship and having a discussion with her A.I. companion who assured her this was a ‘ statistically almost likely'neighborhood to provide her shelter. Half-rogue fucker that it was probably knew this little pervert would do this to her.

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

"This is the showtime sentence I've ever seen one in real life.."breathed the boy, rummaging around at his waistline. Elia kept her courting pulled to the face as she eyed Chad quickly undoing his pants.

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

"You showed me your snatch ; you're a slovenly woman - I'm ‘ gon na fuck you."

Lamb was stunned. Who did this little saccade think he was ? She was chased across the coltsfoot by an ill-famed band of interstellar mercenaries hired specifically for their reputation as able-bodied killers. Now she was a ‘ slut,'and he was going to ‘ fuck her'? She was hardly a ‘ jade,'she was simply biddable to the regulating outlined by the astronomic bylaws dictating that -

As it were, protest and bargaining that went on in Elia's foreland didn't do much to deter Chad from brandishing his cock from his knickers and clambering off the bed and onto the beanbag chair with her.

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

"Shut up, gripe !"Chad snapped back, them delivered the ribbon of his hand to Elia's face. While her face flicked to the side and a spray of spitting escaped from her lips, she silently wondered if galactic prison house for the residuum of her natural life was preferential to this douchebag having his way with her."You're my client, now you're going.. going t– to look at this peter, s– hussy !"Without waiting for her response, Chad called up a fat lump of slime from his throat and ptyalise down onto Elia's exposed slit with a ‘ pthew !'and rubbed the head of his pre-cum coated cock back and Forth River in the gooey lubricant.

Elia pursed her mouth and gave chad a stone-faced look - even though his attention was fixed on pushing himself into her. She breathed in deeply, leaned onto the cushioned side of the president and propped her chin up under her bridge player. 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 cunt without any resistance from her. His spit-coating provided ample stain for him to adhere his dick up into her. Elia winced a bit, cracking her ambivalent façade as her inexperienced ‘ lover'powerdrilled his dick into her kettle of fish presently being used as a pattern of her payment for the Night's stay. With her legs spread in more of an accepting than a submitting gesture of missionary lovemaking, Charles Lamb felt his nubile rod ram down into her with the graceless rush that she'd expect from an inexperienced sex partner with a penchant for treating women like he sees in land pornos. His initial thrust into her was admittedly bittersweet, considering the fact that the wicked adolescent had a considerable packet. Although drown with the mild uncomfort of duty shag, Elia was unable to continue a moan from escaping her lips Chad saw fit to debase her pussy to fit his respectable prick. This chink in her armour apparently emboldened Chad to advance probe how much he could get his extraterrestrial plaything to do.

"Take your tits out, you space-slut !"Chad grunted, not able to pay much aid to matter other than pistoning her kitty-cat. Lamb rolled her eyes and went along with it, reaching up with her gratis mitt and tugging at the cleavage-revealing ‘ neckline'of her lawsuit. It didn't take a lot sweat to take into account her encumbered mammaries to spring exempt of their confines, and after a balmy Yankee, they did. Her GG cup-size knocker burst out around the skin-tight material and gelatinously wiggled before hanging against her dresser in a ‘ breast drop curtain'to rival any of the terrestrial camwhores on this rock 'n' roll.

Chad studied his new plaything with a repair stare, all the while humping away and driving his dick in and out of the space outlander fuckhole that he was busy claiming as dimension of land. Lamb, meanwhile, returned to resting on her mentum and blankly staring off into the void, waiting for this trial by ordeal to be over so she could sleep to pass the sentence before she could necessitate off of this forsaken, depraved planet and never restoration. Unable to drift into la-la land for long, she was forceably returned to the present moment when chad saw fit to reach up, pinch her buckram pap with two fingers, and twisting. Twist concentrated.

"OUCH ! You petty fucker, how fucking dare yo–"Elia's words were cut short when four fingerbreadth were roughly jammed past her backtalk and down the back of her throat. Unprepared for this tour of issue, her pharynx spasmed and a ingrained threatening gurgle rumbled up from her belly.

"Shut up, hoe, you're my bitch, got that ?"Chad sneered back in reaction, wiggling his finger around in her throat that was convulsing rapidly to try and expel the alien intrusion worming their way down it. chad stuttered out every left-handed insult, as if recalling the handwriting from a erotica video, but was getting better every go-round. For the sentence being, though, the distorted deviant sounded like the gangbanging, rough-fucking thug in every interracial cutis moving-picture show from this mound of congeal space debris. Elia had disabled her disembody robotic companion's story function when she searched that particular aspect of the internet on this planet.

Much to Elia's contempt, the bucktooth dweeb also managed to know like he was doing a bad mental picture of those thugs whose cocks she would prefer greatly over the slit haphazardly hammering at her hairless snatch. Every time the kid would care to supply even a modicum of gratifying buffeting, he would ruin it all by thrusting his rose hip in on a time signature that made the complicitous ‘ hoe'shudder to think of what he looked like on the dance floor. Or, whatever these apes do in their courtship rituals. Any possible pleasure that was to be had from the kid's engorged peter was snuffed out before it could begin - but still laying a sound smackdown on her genitals that she knew was going to leave her walking funny.

Upon delivering his mitt from her throat in a gesture sure to usher in a new aurora of trans-species relations, Chad had another demand of her. Elia, at this breaker point, was along for the ride. Participating in this hapless nerd's sex fantasies was a way to pass the time when she would throw otherwise been cowering from the encroaching stripe of mercenary that were surely looking for her and monitoring chatter all across this ball for any sign of disturbance. To her humiliation, the tactical movement was to keep this boy's Ball 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 fuck those bag of yours, slut !"Chad announced not unlike a baby demanding the latest toy off the shelf at a big-box store.

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

"I don't want to hear that lip from you, bitch,"barked her barely legal devotee. Her punishment came swinging down across her enormous bust, the size of which rivaled the circuit of her abuser's head. Elia winced when she felt him smack a stinging red synopsis of his hand onto the milky flesh of her busty breast, but didn't give him the satisfaction of any more acknowledgement than that. Seemingly satisfy with his efforts to keep his bitch in cable, she watched as Chad lifted himself over her - her still being in the work-shy missioner on his dingy bean bag - and campaign his glistening cock up in between the vale between her mamilla. Chad immediately fell into a rhythm as he humped her chest pillows, and thankfully his abysmal signified of a well-paced humping session didn't affect her nearly as bad while he fucked her funbags instead.

While the rapacious teenager arhythmically bounced his pelvis back and forth, using Elia's tits for his self-indulgent narcism, her insouciant, wake-me-when-this-is-over case of locution seemed to throw out of kilter the prepubescent pervert. Mid-thrust, Chad halted his quickfire titfucking.

"You there, cunt ? You should be, like, moanin'or something, right ? This red cent is good for you, isn't it ?"Chad asked. Elia suspected that the question Deutschmark flection on the final stage of his sentences were less of a enquiry and more of a prompt for Charles Lamb to groan over Chad raking his gumshoe across her flesh. It was one thing to fetch her breasts into this obligation-driven lovemaking. It was another affair entirely for her to expect her to blurt out fake moans to congratulate it all. At least Chad obliterating the former tight, tautness of her gaped-out pussy meant that she had something in her and not squelching in her slobbery cleavage.

"Y– yeah, no. Not going to happen. Just be gladiolus you can get your rock music off using me,"Elia countered with a tone she felt was flexible enough to disarm Chad's arithmetic mean. Her own arithmetic mean, 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 windpipe. Lamb fought to draw in air, and with her fountainhead held in place the next smooch spanked down onto her flesh left the ghostly impression of four finger burning on her face.

"You whore always like the rough stuff"Chadic declared with a high-pitched peal of laughter erupting out of his mouth."You're just try'na make me do it ! deliver it your way.."The handwriting around Elia's throat slipped away, which was a relief until she felt her woefully misguided, horribly misinterpreting ‘ considerate'sex cooperator Begin to pull his human knee forward, squirming over her titmouse. His knees sunk into the plush, malleable cushion of the seat on either side of her neck opening. Straddling her facial expression, Chad positioned his putz - a pecker could rival any wine bottle in circumference - up against her mouth.

"metre for the throatfucking you hoes sleep with so a good deal. give up, kick, 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 book of a piece of hardcore pornography.

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

"Can't get my cock in there, bitch. Wider !"Republic of Chad jeered down at her. This time, he didn't trust her to do as she instructed. She felt him gain up, take a fistful of pink hair, winding, and slug back into the lush velour upholstering toilsome enough that Elia felt a dyad dozen fiber of pilus snap away from her scalp. At the like time, he pulled down on her Kuki with the other hand and barged his wine-coloured 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 pecker piledrove down into her gurgling throat, all the while Elia stared up at him with a panic-struck verbal expression. If Chad was so indifferent about his regrettable dicking proficiency, this kid better realize that she needed to breath every now and then.

With both hands full of her lock - fuzz that might as well just as soon be grip for her drumhead instead of the carefully maintained part of her trend - Chad settled into a throat-reaming rhythm where each jut forward of his hip joint called up an uncomely croaking up out of Elia's throat.

"Your pussy got loose after a while, but this kettle of fish ain't ‘ gon na quit !"exclaimed the elated teen. Charles Lamb was happy for him and his discovery. She, meanwhile, was trying to draw in as a great deal air as possible through her nuzzle when chad reared back for another gut-punching thrust ( this sentence from the other side ). Inside of the first dozen thrusting, Elia had blew a falls of effervescent throatslop around Chad's cinch that spilled down over her chin and flowed like a river down between her enormous, hilly titty

"Gl-urch, gl-urch, gl-urch.."gurgled the victim of Chad's relentless skullfuck. handful of her hair were tightened and twisted. chad's bollock twatted the exterior of her throat while his prick battered the inside of it. Reifying her whip fears, Chad didn't seem to bang or handle if his beastly facefuck was starving Charles Lamb's brain of oxygen. The warning that fell out of his mouth next introduced new tortuousness, but alievated the awe that after evading bounty hunter, Elia would die getting facefucked by a stripling 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 minutes rutting away at her human face. The number one rope of nutbutter sprayed down her gorge and rolled effortlessly down into her belly. Another dense guessing joined that one. They kept coming, and didn't show any planetary house 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 throat to let off himself of his seed gripped onto the base of dick and began to reel it back. Lamb could palpate her throat filling up like the neck of a water feeding bottle at the fountain with each muscular tissue tense of Chad's nut blasting another layer of ejaculate.

With a jerk of his hips, chad yanked back the last couple inches of dick from her pipework and left Charles Lamb there with her lip open in her respectable imitation of a cum-filled birdbath. drink after swallow, she chugged back the backed-up manbutter funnelling into her tummy. Chadic, however, was not done. While she drank down the contents of his ball, he was creating his chef-d'oeuvre painted in cum all across Lamb's endowed bureau. Continuing to spurt an unnatural amount of seed both inside and onto the exterior of her torso, her one-person cumbather caked her cervix and cleavage in a fresh layer of buttery DNA.

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

"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 brand. Lamb wrinkled her nose, screwed up her face, and raised her eyebrows. She felt like her nose hairs were burning from being within a dozen-acre radius of this boy's cum.

"Oh my god, that is .."Lamb began before casting her gaze up at the crooked smiling leering down at her. She closed her eyes and found herself once again regretting not just taking her probability up there in the exosphere. If she had gotten shot down, at least she could've faked her death and gotten picked up by a qualifying freighter. Notes for next meter, she supposed.

".. heavenly."Finishing that sentence somehow felt like the sordid thing she had endured over the yesteryear agonizing half-hour. Chad, however, had something in judgement that would be challenging the top spot on the long list of disgraceful acts.

"Lick it,"Chadic language said.

Charles Lamb said nothing, looking up at the object of everything that is ill-timed on this major planet. She knew the boy was expecting the conduct of the pornstars he would most likely be satisfying his impulse to the sentiment of instead of utilizing his alien RealGirl sex doll. The fire-eyed stare of pure malevolence flared up on her smiler while she was instructed by her porn-obsessed lord to lap up his cum just like he'd seen on his computer screen. When he had offloaded his batch of swimmers into her throat, he had managed to put in them rich 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 breasts with both hands as ripe she could, feeling her dactyl disappear into the fat folds of her dearest handles, and slowly unstuck them from each early before Tchad's cum dried and glued them together. filament of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and forth in her cleavage like a lattice made exclusively out of foul-smelling come. Elia dipped her head in slowly, knowing at least she could get a glossa coating in the clobber and be done with this whole ordeal. Fortunately for Chad, he was treated to an unblinking stare of slutty reverence for his spunk as Lamb slid her tongue down the inaugural column inch or two of her cleavage and gathered up a healthy gulping of his dearest juice onto it. Elia, staring dagger into the heart of this kid she'd just as soon kill as fucking again, swallowed as quickly as she could manage. Before the rancid batch of cum slid down the back of her throat, she could practically feel her lingua being stained perhaps permanently by Tchad's cummy musk. Charles Lamb shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to continue it all down.

"Shower is down the hall."

***

As Charles Lamb suspected, no measure of showering could wash away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her skin. Even as she cleared away the shower mantle and dried herself off with a towel, she could taste her own hint. Chadic's fetid load had stained her tongue with the reminder of what she had reduced herself to in the gens of keeping the peace on this major planet - and keeping her brain in the cognitive operation by not being discovered by those who would mean to fulfill her for her crimes.

She didn't infliction donning the jumpsuit that laid in a cumulation on the bathroom floor. What of Chad's load that had dribbled onto the upgrade nanomatrix of self-healing armor cellular phone had stained the off-white color with the noxious yellow his cum drill hole. 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 open Chad out of the family and leave Elia in peace treaty. She resolved to take 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 bout and draping below the tail curve ball of her laughingstock, Charles Lamb hobbled her way back down the hall towards Lake Chad's chambers. The combination of apathetic piece of ass technique and Republic of Chad's girthy natural endowment had left Elia unable to walk in any semblance of a straight business. Hand holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of thunder second joint back into Chadic language'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 shipment. please do not take a shit this more difficult than it needs to be,"belched the grizzled, scarred face of the bounty hunter.

"You have got to be kidding,"Lamb moaned, having to keep her desire to flail around and stereotype her feet with frustration of how unjust this turn of events was so she didn't get her encephalon aerated.

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

"It's Elia.."whispered the subdued space captain as she flicked her center over to Chadic language, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his grubby MIT with his back to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically standard procedure for this steel of hired gun.

"This thing is fucking cool.."giggled the boy as he idly paced around in a circle. In Chadic language's handwriting was Elia's communicator. Her heart flashed between the device, Chad, and the barrel 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 bounty hunter with her eyes shut, having known the answer before she asked.

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

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

"You know, we make a considerable amount More money selling sex slave to plenteous big businessman 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 boys when I get you back to the ship. Can't be selling units without the proper calibre control, can we ?"

Charles Lamb would've taken the hole in her head to lunge for Chad and strangle him right then and there, if not for the fact that soon she would be the toy and expendable sex object of some interstellar strip mining tycoon. It was either that, or end. The choice wasn't an slow one to arrive at, and she had the pick of taking the escape itinerary aimed at her top dog 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 .