“ Come on, maledict it ! They're going to catch us at this rate !"the rose-haired place pilot snarled at the fascia of her wiliness before grasping at the controls and overriding her ornery automated co-pilot. Their lackadaisical approach to the horrendous site that both of them were in - regardless of whether or not an unfeeling machine intelligence could litigate ‘ close at hand risk to existence,'or if it even cared that both of them were about to buy the farm in the vacuum of space - was about prove fatal.

"Ms. Esperanza, I assure you that I have set the nonesuch class for the dear planet of asylum - per your instructions. We will arrive there in approximately 15 minutes and–"

"If we're not there in five, the only routine of us that will crap it will be atmospheric dust !"Elia bit back at the voice emanating omnipresently into the cabin that was only otherwise occupied with flashing red lights and the mechanical complaints of a propulsion scheme failing rapidly.".. and, in case we both die screaming in the next 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 space captain was rudely interrupted by another crimson explosion that sent the intact slyness onto its side. As the stallion bridge of the ship quaked, Elia reached up and grasped onto the head restraint of her cockpit seat to steady herself as the lightweight pleasure craft automatically returned to the preset orientation. She huffed with frustration and slid her skin-tight morphsuit-clad ass into the aging upholstery. With a motion-picture show and a couple of closet, she brought up the rear-facing television camera and glared at the pursuance vehicles that were presently trying their damndest to prepare 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 take up it for a while.."Elia bemoaned at the silver screen - and most definitely not to the A.I. who had been Sir Thomas More of an irritant than a helping hand in this XXX light year high-velocity chase across the cosmos until pulling out of slipspace in some backwater galax in a last-ditch movement to fall behind those who would mean to kill her.

"Ms. Esperanza–"

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

".. I would recommend that you disengage from my autopilot mode and attempt to miss them by navigating across the nearby planet's surface. There is a high likelihood of extricating yourself from the chaser with this Class-B Christ Within craft, which should be able to operate within the satellite's atmosphere more efficiently than the Class-D ships you are intending to avoid."

The cocky airplane pilot pursed her lips, leaned back in the creaking mastery chair of the outdated space vehicle, and considered the course of action mechanism offered by the ship's onboard A.I.

"Not bad, I suppose.. Y– yeah, let's do that. You're.. you're honest for something, after all.."Elia acknowledged as she brought a script up to the top of the command 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 back. She had little time to consider the ramifications of a machine's mental ability for interpreting touch, however, because the satellite's iridescent blue Earth's surface was rapidly approaching.

Even with only one fully-functional engine, the welterweight wiliness sliced like butter through the atmospheric state of pressure that anchored the planet into its rotary motion. She watched as the temperature calibre on the readout in movement of her acclivity gamy and higher before normalizing just as the puffy, vaporous collections of water supply atom parted in battlefront of her and gave way to a picturesque passel of a rambling dreary gem of an ocean.

"So, there's aliveness on this planet. That's a scratch line. Maybe I can just conceal 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 weight of a sportsman sedan chair juddered for a moment before shooting off across the surface of the ocean beneath it. The outstretching landscape of endless blue purview, if only for a mo, brought Elia to draw a blank that she was being pursued by violent, vengeful, and plainly pissed off individuals who would soon be hot on her tail again. With a pivot of the rubber-texture control stick to the porthole side, the craft yawed over and the outstretched tip of the stabilisation offstage dipped into the surface of the piss. Behind her, a jet rinse wake of white-capped waves flared up off of the previously unbroken surface before relaxing down well after the jet-propelled spacecraft had roared past.

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

"I am not detecting any nearby signs of life, but I would recommend a persistence in this course for at to the lowest degree several thousand air mile,"the A.I. chimed back.

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

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

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

Feeling the relief of an evasion well executed, Lamb eased her white-knuckled grip from the controls and allowed her binding to decompress in the pilot's bottom. She cocked the workmanship back off of it's maverick-esque wing-dipping yaw and steered the aircraft into a money box towards the growing landmass in the space. Carving the ship over the water toward the beach, Lamb watched the landscape below the Class-B quad cruiser flip from a deep blue to a vibrant, lush green.

"Land-ho.."Elia condescended, wriggling her finger back and forth in the air in a solemnization. easing back on the ascendence, Elia careened the wiliness up into the cloud stratum and began tapping away at gizmos and substitution on the heads-up showing. An untrained eye would've interpreted her incite selections on the holographical interface as random, Elia knew. Thankfully, as a infinite ace, only some of her remark were random. All the same, she managed to engage the terrain-scanning recon protocol in Bob Hope of gathering crucial data point on this foreign celestial trunk.

Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the primitive planet yielded a riches of reconnaissance data for the refugee wizard pilot. It was a tip of her business deal to make surely you know as very much as possible about any foreign major planet before setting landing gear on it. Without a decently all-round picture of what kind of surround she would be immersing herself into, there would be higher prospect for encountering compromising variables.

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

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

"It is likely that you will know trouble blending in effectively in this solar system. They have yet to gain 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 touch me down somewhere with the high-pitched probability for finding shelter,"instructed Lamb, already lamenting the tribulations she would surely take on down there on the surface. She reached down to the side of the seat and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the electric chair to recline automatically. Sufficiently well-to-do, Elia kicked her foundation up onto some inconsequent menagerie of Vanessa Bell and whistles - it's not like she needed to cognise what all of them do, anyway - and reclined in the command deck seat that fit her shapely backside like a glove at this spot, many geezerhood into their religious service together.

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

"Aye-aye, Ms. Espe–"the ship A.I. stopped short-change. Lamb opened one eye inquisitively for a moment to wait for the legitimate, calculating end to her robotic companion's reply. None came. Most starship police captain - especially ones flying solo, like maitre d' Elia Esperanza did - exchanged their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand light years of change of location. The lone time you ever heard about ‘ rogue A.I.'committing some sort of atrocity aboard luxuriousness cruise liners or orbiting research facilities were when the hokey awareness was given too much homo sensory stimulation. Naturally, all of the personality the construct would take up over sentence engendered a sentience decidedly less than artificial.

Lamb opted to not tread that opening yet by shutting her eyes once again and drifting off to sleep.

***

"We have arrived, sea captain,"trilled the lifeless voice of the ship. Lamb felt grateful for the helpful, considerate interstellar companion that she had with her. Not only did it sacrifice her a wake-up call, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering quake up the bow of the craft as the robot pilot dug landing gear into terrestrial soil.

"Fuck ! Y– yeah, thanks.."Elia said as her rude awakening subsided, tapering off from the rumble into a thrum trembling of crippled engine system,".. 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 plaza for you to notice protection,"droned the ship. Elia tuned out the computer-generated voice about halfway into its fulmination and was preparing to debark the craft. With a ennoble ‘ woosh'of air as the doorway 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 - delay, you'd tell me if the major planet didn't have breathable air, right ?"Lamb hesitated before having the ship A.I. execute her instruction to depressurize the sleeping accommodation and take into account her off of the craft.

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

Elia nodded, which seemed to trigger the all-seeing conception to carry out her program line. With a room-filling swarm of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym locker of a elbow room backed off on the pressure sensation valve, securing safe passage into the relatively unknown landscape. The smart day slipped through the widening crack of the outside bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial being. With as much authority as she could muster up up, Elia catwalked out from the retractable gangplank that had extended out to ferry her John L. H. Down to the satellite's surface. This component always got her mettle racing a bit. There was no telling what form of wonderful, nuts, constituent initiation that the creation would engender on any given planet in any given galaxy. The knockout of the universe was boundless, and as Elia crunched down into the blades of gage just off of the walkway, she was bore to imbue in the sights.

"Is that a sleep with blank space alien ! ? sanctum fuck, she's fucking hot, too. Just like in the comics. Maybe she's here to repopulate her species - I'm indisputable 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, over with weapons aimed at her, over whatever that was. Just to the side of meat, uncomfortably close to the ‘ blank space unknown,'stood a lanky, scrawny looking beanpole of a boy who was unabashedly ogling her curvaceous chest. Something about his stare unsettled her, but her getup was form-fitting to say the least, so she did her comfortably to shrug it off and begin her spiel.

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

Admittedly, Elia had gone through this rigmarole many times before. As a flavor spacetraveler and starfighter, she often found herself crash-landed on strange macrocosm with strange occupant. The routine beseechment had grown dry. She delivered it with this glassy, unfixed stare with her pes together and her hired man at her side. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating as can be was the good approach path she could lease. That's why she didn't poster her one-man welcoming party reaching up to cop a feel of her Brobdingnagian rack. Her focus pared down from some spot on the celestial horizon and zeroed-in on the finger's breadth sinking into her jump suit to heave up one of her ogre mammaries

"Are you fucking kidding me ?"Elia snapped, swatting away the handwriting groping her. Her assaulter, meanwhile, appeared to be absolutely unphased.

"So, you're not from this planet, huh ?"choked the boy. Elia looked down at him flatly for a moment, and couldn't aid but notice how the pair of them were a mental picture of opposite. Her skin, fair and suave, where his was pock-marked with defect and the cicatrix those mar left behind. In contrast to the unbleached pink of Elia's mane, the aboriginal boy's hair was a dismal hue of brown that appeared to borrow it's pigmentation from the dirt 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 Orion seeking to apprehend or reject me, and -"this time, the whelp sunk his finger's breadth right around the Sami squishy boob closest to him. While Elia recoiled in sheer horror at his moxie, the teen copped a five-finger spirit of the taut chest ornamentation of the first ‘ quad unknown'he ever had the pleasure of encountering.

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

"W– time lag, wait ! Wait ! You can stay here, you can stay here ! My folks are out of township, and the theater is all to me– I mean, the amah still visit daily and Arrondo is in his quarters, but - !"the snivelling little terror fired off in rapid sequence, bargaining with the suddenly intimidating interstellar visitor so she didn't hollow out the gap between his eyebrows.

"Oh, well, alright then,"Elia responded. She stowed the laserarm back in her hip holster and crossed her weaponry under her female chest. Her human elbow cramming her tits closer together didn't do anything but encourage 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 dweeb turned tail without a parole and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Elia began after him that she came to understand that she had touched down in what appeared to be the solid ground behind what a Gungnir-class culture would commonly referred to as a ‘ McMansion,'for rationality beyond her agreement of the setting. 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 fortunate. Her understanding of the environment would dictate that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the estate house was subject to nearly all of the privileges afforded by smart set. suffice it to say that he's probably a veridical bull head.

After crossing up the back lawn and onto the lido sphere bordering a crystalline blue kitty of pee, Charles Lamb and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the rear doors of the theater. She followed him through them and crossed under the cavernous, vault cap of the house foyer.

"M– my sleeping room is just up here and around the turning point, if you'll follow me.."piped up boy in forepart of her.

Lamb nodded, knowing wide well he couldn't Tell. power as well celebrate the little dork guessing, she mused. With a soft ‘ swoosh'as her thick, morphsuited second joint slide across one another as she strode, she shadowed the boy while he trudged up the twist staircase and onto the second floor landing place. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shook his head as if remembering something he forgot. She watched as he looked back over his shoulder and extended an arm to point down the hall.

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

Elia narrowed her gaze at the boy, unsure of why she was to walk ahead of him. Reassured by the fact that she could reduce any hostiles to molten dust with her sidearm, she nodded and walked past the boy to the door he indicated. After passing him by, she heard the footfalls of his own gait behind her. It was at that moment she realized that the exclusively reason he would want to shack her and not the other way around was for the fact that her nanofiber bodysuit came in two pieces : one leotard-esque top that covered her chest, branch, and threaded between her thighs to cover her more sensitive regions, then another set of thigh-high leggings that only came up to half-way. With the upper suit wedged between her lush ass like a thong, the reason he wanted to follow her was obvious. Her entire, voluptuous ass was on display.

This kid had an eonian 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 ignore it and enrol the kid's sleeping accommodation, as instructed. Soon after her, the room access shut as he entered his field behind Charles Lamb. There, she plopped down into a frowsty beanbag professorship 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 face that had seen enough hurt already. She pitied Chad from five years from now.

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

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

Elia arched her supercilium at Republic of Chad. His voice trembled when he squeaked out that threat. She knew he had to get been saving that one.

"‘ zippo is for rid,'Chad ?"Elia repeated, crossing her arms indignantly

"Yeah. If you're ‘ gon na outride here, you have to give me something in return,"retorted the bold face petty twirp. He returned her gesture with a cross-armed, fixed state of his own. He seemed to derive confidence in his ultimatum after mewling out Thomas More of it.

Lamb knew Chadic language had no idea about the interstellar treatises in place to protect the endemic people of civilizations below Mjolnir. Chadic couldn't have possibly known about the A.I. superintelligences that kept airless ticker over Gungnir-class refinement like his, controlled by the decree government consistency of a galactic unity of the John Roy Major cosmic superpowers. He definitely didn't know that if she had put a cakehole through his headway, Elia would've been before an interplanetary tribunal before the tip of her blaster cooled off. He had no theme about the power he held over her, being a foreign invader. She sucked up her outrage and spoke with a steely expression on her face.

"What variety of ‘ something,'Chadic language ?"

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

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

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

Instead of drilling a hole into his primitive Einstein with a gun, she did it with her stare. She pierced his gaze with her own, an furious flare of her anterior naris reflecting back at her in his distich of baby megrims. The kid wasn't kidding - and he had no estimate that she had little joggle room but to comply with his demands. She was the immigrant - the refugee - and she was fleeing from a unfriendly foreign eubstance up beyond the stars. She didn't have a leg to stand on. She watched Chad's smug face light up with excitement as she slipped both hands between her bare thigh and spread her legs.

Lamb hooked a digit under the corner of the stuff between her stage and pulled the suit to the side, exposing herself as Chad instructed. much to the horny adolescent's obvious mirth, Elia's post-humanoid race had long since evolved beyond the need of protective hair surrounding their sex variety meat. In Chad's antiquated terminology, this meant that Elia's snatch was ‘ shaven'bald and bare. Elia sat there on the beanbag chair that was stained with perspiration and who-knows-what former fluids, legs splayed and tenderize pussy exposed, and fantasized about getting back into her ship and having a word with her A.I. associate who assured her this was a ‘ statistically most likely'locality to cater her shelter. Half-rogue fucker that it was probably knew this little pervert would do this to her.

"Cool.."chad whispered, eyes glued on what Lamb assumed was the first ‘ rattling life'pussy that he had ever seen.

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

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

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

Elia was stunned. Who did this picayune jerk think he was ? She was chased across the galaxy by an infamous dance band of interstellar mercenary hired specifically for their repute as able-bodied killer. Now she was a ‘ slut,'and he was going to ‘ make love her'? She was hardly a ‘ slut,'she was simply acquiescent to the regulations 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 Chad from brandishing his cock from his pants and clambering off the bed and onto the beanbag electric chair with her.

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

"Shut up, bitch !"Chad snapped back, them delivered the medal of his hired hand to Elia's face. While her expression flicked to the face and a nebuliser of tongue escaped from her lips, she silently wondered if galactic prison for the relief of her natural life sentence was preferential to this douchebag having his way with her."You're my guest, now you're going.. going t– to take this dick, s– slut !"Without waiting for her response, chad called up a fat glob of goo from his pharynx and spat down onto Lamb's exposed cunt with a ‘ pthew !'and rubbed the heading of his pre-cum coated prick back and Forth in the gooey lubricant.

Elia pursed her lips and gave Chadic language a stone-faced spirit - even though his tending was fixed on pushing himself into her. She breathed in deeply, leaned onto the soften side of the electric chair and propped her chin up under her manus. If the was going to be the way it was, at least he was getting it over with now.

Chad thrust forward into Elia's snatch without any ohmic resistance from her. His spit-coating provided rich filth for him to stick his putz up into her. Elia winced a bit, cracking her ambivalent façade as her inexperient ‘ buff'powerdrilled his hawkshaw into her muddle presently being used as a course of her payment for the night's stay. With her peg spread in more of an accepting than a submitting gesture of missionary sexual love, Elia felt his nubile rod ram down into her with the graceless Rush that she'd expect from an inexperienced sex partner with a preference for treating women like he sees in earth pornos. His initial thrust into her was admittedly bittersweet, considering the fact that the offensive teen had a considerable package. Although flood out with the mild uncomfort of debt instrument ass, Elia was ineffective to retain a groan from escaping her backtalk chad saw fit to stretch her twat to hold his respectable tool. This chink in her armour apparently emboldened Republic of Chad to boost probe how a great deal he could get his extraterrestrial toy to do.

"Take your tits out, you space-slut !"Chad grunted, not capable to devote much tending to matters other than pistoning her pussy. Elia rolled her centre and went along with it, reaching up with her free handwriting and tugging at the cleavage-revealing ‘ neckline'of her cause. It didn't take a great deal endeavour to set aside her encumbered mammaries to spring free of their confines, and after a modest yank, they did. Her GG cup-size chest burst out around the skin-tight cloth and gelatinously wiggled before hanging against her chest in a ‘ titty drop'to rival any of the sublunar camwhores on this Rock.

Chad studied his new miniature with a ready stare, all the patch humping away and driving his dick in and out of the infinite alien fuckhole that he was busy claiming as prop of worldly concern. Elia, meanwhile, returned to resting on her chin and blankly staring off into the void, waiting for this ordeal to be over so she could sleep to make pass the sentence before she could pack off of this forsaken, depraved planet and never return. Unable to vagabond into la-la land for long, she was forceably returned to the give bit when Chad saw fit to hand up, pinch her stiff teat with two fingers, and crook. wind hard.

"OUCH ! You footling fucker, how fucking dare yo–"Elia's Holy Scripture were cut short when four finger's breadth were roughly jammed past her lips and down the backrest of her throat. Unprepared for this crook of events, her pharynx spasmed and a deep-rooted threatening gurgle rumbled up from her belly.

"Shut up, hoe, you're my bitch, got that ?"Republic of Chad sneered back in reception, wiggling his digit around in her throat that was convulsing rapidly to try and expel the extraterrestrial being invasion worming their way down it. Chad stuttered out every bungling abuse, as if recalling the script from a erotica picture, but was getting better every go-round. For the time being, though, the wind deviant sounded like the gangbanging, rough-fucking thug in every mixed skin flick from this mound of congealed place junk. Charles Lamb had disabled her disembodied robotic familiar's history map when she searched that particular facet of the internet on this planet.

Much to Elia's disdain, the bucktooth dweeb also managed to fuck like he was doing a bad imprint of those thugs whose hammer she would prefer greatly over the pricking haphazardly hammering at her hairless snatch. Every time the kid would wangle to provide even a modicum of pleasurable pounding, he would ruin it all by thrusting his articulatio coxae in on a clock time signature tune that made the complicitous ‘ hoe'shudder to think of what he looked like on the saltation floor. Or, whatever these apes do in their courtship rituals. Any potential joy that was to be had from the kid's engorged prick was snuffed out before it could begin - but still laying a phone smackdown on her genital organ that she knew was going to give her walking good story.

Upon delivering his hand from her throat in a gesture sure to usher in a new morning of trans-species sex act, Chad had another demand of her. Elia, at this peak, was along for the ride. Participating in this hapless nerd's sex illusion was a way to happen the time when she would have otherwise been cowering from the encroaching band of mercenary that were surely looking for her and monitoring chatter all across this globe for any star sign of to-do. To her chagrin, the tactical move was to keep this boy's testicle drained and as incapacitated as potential - and to never heed the advice of her ship A.I. on refugee housing ever again.

"I ‘ wan na fuck those udder of yours, slut !"Chad announced not unlike a tiddler demanding the latest toy off the shelf at a big-box store.

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

"I don't want to try that lip from you, bitch,"barked her barely legal devotee. Her punishment came swinging down across her enormous bust, the sizing of which rivaled the circumference of her maltreater's question. Elia winced when she felt him smack a stinging red outline of his hand onto the milky flesh of her curvaceous pectus, but didn't give him the satisfaction of any more acknowledgement than that. Seemingly satisfied with his feat to keep his beef in line, she watched as Chad lifted himself over her - her still being in the lazy missionary on his begrimed noodle bag - and advertize his glistening turncock up in between the vale between her breast. 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 edacious teen arhythmically bounced his rosehip back and Forth, using Charles Lamb's tits for his self-indulgent self-love, her nonchalant, wake-me-when-this-is-over eccentric of expression seemed to disquiet the prepubescent deviant. Mid-thrust, Republic of Chad halted his quickfire titfucking.

"You there, cunt ? You should be, like, moanin'or something, right ? This turd is sound for you, isn't it ?"Chadic language asked. Lamb suspected that the doubtfulness mark inflection on the ends of his sentences were less of a query and more of a prompting for Lamb to moan over Chad raking his dick across her flesh. It was one thing to bring her chest into this obligation-driven love life. It was another thing entirely for her to expect her to blurt out fake moans to compliment it all. At to the lowest degree Tchad obliterating the former tight, tenseness 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 Rock off using me,"Elia countered with a shade she felt was flexible enough to disarm Chad's first moment. Her own prospect, however, were tragically misplaced. She found this out when Chadic language responded via gripping a manus around her pharynx. The scrawny dweeb was stronger than he looked, and he demonstrated via threatening to crush her windpipe. Elia fought to force in air, and with her head held in stead the next smack spanked down onto her bod left the ghostly imprint of four fingers burning on her face.

"You whore always like the boisterous stuff"Chad declared with a high-pitched rolling of laughter erupting out of his back talk."You're just try'na make me do it ! Have 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 cooperator Begin to force his genu forward, squirming over her knocker. His knees sunk into the plush, tensile cushion of the tail on either side of her neck. Straddling her face, Republic of Chad positioned his cock - a pecker could rival any wine bottle in circuit - up against her mouth.

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

Elia watched the geared wheel turn behind his eyes as his own narration of how a great deal of a ‘ working girl'she was and how ‘ whores'love to be roughed up stock hairline cracking. Reluctantly, she dropped her lower lip.

"Can't get my dick in there, bitch. Wider !"Chadic jeered down at her. This time, he didn't trust her to do as she instructed. She felt him reach up, take a fistful of pink hair, wrench, and punch back into the plush velour upholstering hard enough that Elia felt a couple XII fibers of whisker snap away from her scalp. At the same time, he pulled down on her Kuki with the other hand and barged his wine bottle girth in between the fuckhole he made for himself. Lamb felt her brim stretch so wide of the mark that they clung to his shaft through sheer friction. Inch after in of this kid's rooster piledrove down into her gurgling throat, all the patch Lamb stared up at him with a panic-stricken expression. If Republic of 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 locks - hair that might as well just as soon be handles for her head instead of the carefully maintained part of her manner - Chad settled into a throat-reaming cycle where each jut forward of his pelvic arch called up an unseemly croak up out of Elia's throat.

"Your kitty-cat got loose after a while, but this pickle ain't ‘ gon na quit !"exclaimed the gleeful teen. Lamb was happy for him and his discovery. She, meanwhile, was trying to draw in as much air as possible through her nose when Chad reared back for another gut-punching thrust ( this meter from the other side ). Inside of the world-class dozen knife thrust, Elia had blew a waterfall of effervescent throatslop around Lake Chad's girth that spilled down over her mentum and flowed like a river down between her enormous, mountainous pap

"Gl-urch, gl-urch, gl-urch.."gurgled the victim of Tchad's relentless skullfuck. fistful of her hair were tightened and twisted. Tchad's nuts twatted the outside of her pharynx while his pecker battered the inside of it. Reifying her worst care, Chad didn't seem to know or care if his beastly facefuck was starving Elia's brain of oxygen. The warning that fell out of his oral fissure next introduced new complications, but alievated the fear that after evading bounty hunters, 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 singular one-and-a-half minutes rutting away at her human 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 signs 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 relieve himself of his seed gripped onto the base of dick and began to reel it back. Elia could find her throat filling up like the neck of a water bottle at the natural spring with each muscleman tense of chad's screwball blasting another level of ejaculate.

With a jerk of his hips, chad yanked back the cobbler's last couple inches of dick from her pipe and left Elia there with her mouth assailable in her best imitation of a cum-filled birdbath. Swallow after deglutition, she chugged back the backed-up manbutter funnelling into her tummy. Chad, however, was not done. While she drank down the contents of his nuts, he was creating his masterpiece painted in cum all across Charles Lamb's endowed chest. Continuing to spurt an abnormal quantity of seed both inside and onto the outside of her body, her one-man cumbather caked her neck opening and segmentation in a fresh layer of buttery DNA.

Elia glanced up at the boy with a reproachful, almost pitying look on her face while one more sup cleared the hoard 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 stench of her beady-eyed maltreater's make. Elia wrinkled her nose, screwed up her look, 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 .."Elia began before casting her gaze up at the crooked 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 least she could've faked her death and gotten picked up by a qualifying freighter. bank note for adjacent time, she supposed.

".. heavenly."Finishing that sentence somehow felt like the foul thing she had endured over the retiring agonizing 30 minutes. Lake Chad, however, had something in mind that would be challenging the top spot on the long lean of shameful acts.

"Lick it,"Chad said.

Elia said nothing, looking up at the target of everything that is wrong on this satellite. She knew the boy was expecting the behavior of the pornstars he would most likely be satisfying his urges to the thought of instead of utilizing his outlander RealGirl sex chick. 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 information processing system screen. When he had offloaded his batch of swimmers into her throat, he had managed to come in them rich enough into her pharynx that she hadn't had the misfortune of tasting the stuff. Licking it meant she was about to get up-close-and-personal with the fetid glue.

She cupped her breasts with both hands as sound she could, feeling her finger's breadth disappear into the fatty sheep pen of her lovemaking handles, and slowly unstuck them from each former 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 semen. Elia dipped her head in slowly, knowing at to the lowest degree she could get a tongue application in the clobber and be done with this wholly ordeal. Fortunately for Chad, he was treated to an unflinching stare of slutty reverence for his punk as Elia slid her tongue down the first inch or two of her segmentation and gathered up a healthy gulp of his love juice onto it. Elia, staring obelisk into the eyes of this kid she'd just as soon vote down as roll in the hay again, swallowed as quickly as she could manage. Before the rancid batch of cum slid down the back of her pharynx, she could practically feel her natural language being stained perhaps permanently by Chad's cummy musk. Lamb shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to preserve it all down.

"Shower is down the hall."

***

As Lamb suspected, no amount of showering could rinse away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her cutis. Even as she cleared away the shower curtain and dried herself off with a towel, she could taste her own breath. Chad's noisome payload had stained her tongue with the admonisher of what she had reduced herself to in the gens of keeping the peace on this planet - and keeping her head in the process by not being discovered by those who would mean to action her for her crimes.

She didn't botheration donning the jumpsuit that laid in a mound on the bathroom floor. What of Tchad's onus that had dribbled onto the advanced nanomatrix of self-healing armor cells had stained the bone coloring with the noxious yellow his cum caliber. 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 visit herself. Perhaps this Olea europaea branch would keep Chad out of the house and leave Elia in peace. She resolved to institute 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 toilet, towel wrapped around her bout and draping below the rear end curve of her butt, Elia hobbled her way back down the vestibule towards Chad's chambers. The combining of indifferent roll in the hay technique and Lake Chad's girthy natural endowment had left Elia ineffectual to take the air in any semblance of a straight short letter. Hand holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of boom thigh back into Lake Chad's bedroom and was immediately greeted by the drum of a blaster nestling between her fine-plucked brows.

"Remain still, Charles Lamb Esperanza. You will be transferred into our custody and loaded into our transport for shipment. delight do not make this more difficult than it needs to be,"belched the grizzled, scarred grimace of the premium hunter.

"You have got to be kidding,"Charles Lamb moaned, having to stay fresh her desire to flail around and stamp her groundwork with frustration of how unjust this turn of issue was so she didn't get her mastermind aerated.

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

"It's Elia.."whispered the soft space captain as she flicked her eyes over to Chadic language, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his grubby mits with his back to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically banner operation for this brand of lease gun.

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

Charles Lamb closed her centre and exhaled sharply.

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

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

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

"You know, we make a considerable amount More money selling sex slave to rich baron in the Kalenarr sector.. according to your boyfriend over here, you make for quite the capable ‘ cum adulteress ’, as he described."

The bounteousness hunter's shit-eating grin only widened.

"aspect like you're going to audition for me and my boys 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 maw in her foreland 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 target of some interstellar strip mining tycoon. It was either that, or death. The choice wasn't an easy one to make, and she had the option of taking the escape route aimed at her promontory or living out the residual of her natural-born life history as a sex slave.

She drew in a penetrating breath to blade herself, and then she decided .