An Effictive Use of A Damsel in Distress

For the second time today you and Bellextra stare each other down. Only this time she has a grenade launcher instead of a spear. Her face is a mask of calm, as unphased by the barrel pointed at her head as the rain running down her brow. You can see something in her eyes though; pure, undiluted desire. For the prize, for you, for sex, for the thrill. It makes you tingle all over. You couldn't break that gaze if you wanted to and she can't either.

Which is how you know something is wrong when those baby browns dart up. You heard it a minute ago, a dull droning that was so insignificant it was relegated to your subconscious, unworthy of note. It didn’t seem important with a heavy weapon pointed at your head, but now that the dull buzz has upscaled to an immediate roar, you reassess the threat potential. Like a shark breaking water to devour a floating gull, a capture drone tears through the canopy, shimmering spores and broken branches scattered in its wake. Light flares off its chrome body like a disco ball, highlighting the tentacled manipulators and curved restraint arms splayed wide and barrelling towards you. Fortunately, it’s mad dive is diverted by a net. Specifically, a net grenade.

“Is that the best you have?” You ask, while your pistol shots ping off of it’s armored hide. The webbing contracting around the drone would have immobilized the average sentient, but barely slows down the shimmering monstrosity. With a flexing of mechanical servos, the net tears.

“I thought I was going to shoot you.” She tries to switch ammunition but the drone targets her now. Reaching restraints snake towards her, forcing her to drop the oversized gun once again. Switching to offense, she parries and leaps like the freak she is with her armored fist held high. Such a blow would have surely sundered the automaton had it’s back mounted turbines not simply lifted it out of reach. With a grace that defies its size, the drone circles around and launches an **** from the rear, on her rear, as a tentacle snake toward her backdoor.

Not ideal. If that thing captures Bellextra, a lot of kinky fantasies that you’ve been entertaining since you got on planet are going to go unfulfilled. Unfortunately, your pistol doesn’t seem to effect it; the obscene device doesn't even address you as your blast ricochet harmlessly. You have the EMP grenades, but you were really hoping to save those for later. What else is there…

“A little help here.” In spite of Bellextra managing to defend her bum from the offending tentacle, the drone still seems to have her pegged. It spins around her, avoiding her side with the power gauntlet. Bellextra dances away from each swipe, but the whirring grappler is getting closer every time.

That is mostly Bellextra’s problem of course. I mean, if one of us has to be captured by that thing... “Hold your ponygirls. What do I have here?” You rummage through your gear. “Homing darts won’t work unless it has both a libido and a nervous system. We already saw it rip apart a net. Control collar won’t do anything. Reprograming bolt?” You look up. “Nope it’s a T57 model. This only works on the V series. Let’s see here.” There really is nothing here that would be helpful here unless…

Bellextra screams like a banshee as she charges. It would have been impressive if the outstretched turbines didn’t easily launch her opponent above the Valkyrie. As she passess ineffectually underneath, a clawed arm knocks her face down and ass up onto the forest floor. Right into a patch of puff balls too. Bellextra’s groan is clearly one of frustration, but you can’t tell if it is sexual or from pain. The drone descends on the helpless Iah Kuruh with an apparent eagerness that is unsettling on the expressionless machine.

“Hrruh!” The netted alien huntress squeals as you toss her through the air. It's a bit surprising how far you can throw the equivalent of a writhing sack of potatoes. To be fair, it is the sexiest potato sack you've ever seen. Her sleek jet black skin twinkles with hypnotizing luminescents as she squirms seductively in the net. Such a shame that you have to give her up to save Bellextra. You really need to update your arsenal. In the past month you’ve encountered giant squid-rex’s, space barbarians with energy shields, a powered armored pirate, and now a flying metal tentacle monster, and been woefully unprepared for each. You were lucky that this time, there was a helpless, buxom, and nearly nude alien ready to serve as an alternative damsel in distress. When Bellextra nabbed her with the net grenade, she probably wanted to use the sexy thing to deal with all the sexual energy Hellno builds up like housing developments in the suburbs. She’ll need to find another outlet now.

Fortunately for Bellextra, and unfortunately for the soon to be pirate pain toy, the abduction drone isn’t particularly picky about who it abducts. Her arc intercepts the encroaching tentacles and restraining arms which automatically redirect their attention. The new prisoner's body pulses with panicked yellow flashes as metal claws hold her tights so tentacles can tear the net free. More metal locks onto flesh and pulls the **** alien spread eagle. Delicate manipulators quickly brush across her heavy lips and puffy nipples. Both begin glowing a deep purple and while the alien still panics and pulls, her restrained movements have taken on a different tone. The drone ascends into the canopy, taking its sparkling prey with it. The last you see of your sacrifice, two metal phalluses are lining up between her legs and you can just hear the screams as the drone carries her out of hearing.

You massage your shoulder. That bitch was heavier than she looked and did not want to be thrown. “What were we talking about? Before we were interrupted.”

Bellextra looks up from the ground. At some point, she had rolled on her back, possibly to fend off her assaulter, but you suspect it was a much to watch what it did to its abductee. She was still lying in the puff balls and was breathing in their heady scent. “Truces and betrayals.” She shifts her weight to get more comfortable and your eyes are drawn to a cock harder than any metal could hope to be. It’s meaty weight rests against Bellextra’s belly. “Betray me later. I want some help with this and you just gave away my toy.”

That… sounds entirely reasonable. Your clothes are on the ground, seemingly without you taking the time to remove them. Bellextra has just enough time to position her pleasure stick before you slide along its veins. As soon as your clit kisses her pelvis, you accelerate, slamming yourself back and forth. Inside you, Bellextra’s rod levers against your **** grindings. Like ripe fruit her breast lie before you, droplets of water continually shaking free as you and you hungrily seize them.

Bellextra roars her satisfaction as she begins thrusting from below. With each earth shattering flex of her abdomen she sends you higher, higher, and higher so that you scream your pleasure to the jungle. Like a divining rod it finds your g-spot and soon your hole fills with her warmth.

Heavy pants fill the jungle as you both recover from your respective orgasms. Shaky limbs recover rain slicked gear. “Just so we’re clear,” you say, “there still will be betrayal.”

“Of course.” She wipes off the sensor from earlier. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.