Hide, Run, Hide, and Run again

There is a ringing in your ears from the blast. Very disoriented, you try to take in your surroundings. To the right, the left, and in front of you are corridors. Behind you is the destroyed turbolift, the door blown out. You are lying in the middle of a pile of pirates and one **** girl. Shit, Alexa!

The poor girl is lying under you. Between the turbolift door and your own body, she seems to have been protected from the **** of the blast. She’ll have a bump, but other than that she’ll be okay.

You are about to turn her over to conduct a more thorough inspection of her almond skin when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. Slowly striding down the left hall, casually reloading a concussion projector is Bellextra. The crimson goliath is far more intimidating than you remember, in no small part because she now is carrying enough guns to arm a small pirate crew. In addition to the previously mentioned concussion projector and all the weapons she carried last time you saw her, she has a wrist mounted blaster, an energy webber, four pistols of various calibers and models, and a fucking battle axe (because of course she does).

“Don’t move,” you whisper as softly as you can, hopefully inaudible over the blaring alarm and smouldering fires. The girl is just now getting her bearings and the full weight of her situation is coming to bear on her. She is breathing very heavily and trembling, but other than that she follows your instructions. “We’re just going to play dead and hope she goes on to fight someone else.” Your words are barely more than a gentle breath across her ear. Other than your lips the rest of your body is stock still. As far as Bellextra is concerned, you’re just another pirate mook she took out. Fuck, the way these guys fight she’s probably lost count of how many she’s blasted.

Bellextra continues her advance. She’s not looking at you. She’s sweeping the corridor, looking for new targets. You can just hear the hum of her generator, probably working overtime with all the fire she’s taken. Every step closer, your heart rate shoots up until all you can hear is thump-thump, thump-thump. Inevitably, your eyes are drawn to that cock, still glistening with fluid and half hard from it’s most recent conquest. Unbidden images of you riding it, orgasming your way to nirvana fill your mind. That thing will be the enslavement of me.

Closer and closer. She is with five feet of you and still she doesn’t look down. The consummate warrior, she is focused on the next adversary. Your body aches from the simple act of staying perfectly still. You scream internally as she steps over you, never looking down. If you thought your heart was beating fast before, it reaches hummingbird velocities as she moves away.

You don’t dare turn your head to follow her down the corridor to the right. Instead you focus on her footsteps. Each step is a weight lifted from your shoulder. Until they stop. You strain your hearing in an attempt to discern her actions. All you hear is a sniffing noise. Like the sharp intake of breath or someone- Oh fuck.

“I smell you.” Bellextra teases. Before you can turn to run or plead or panic (you genuinely are out of ideas) a second voice screams down the corridor.

“We’ve found her! Corridor B-12, get here now!” The stattaco of blaster fire rings down the corridor. Bellextra bellows out a response and a deafening boom signals the firing of the concussion blaster. Not needing a second opportunity, you haul Alexa up and take off down the corridor in front of you. A second boom fills the corridor you just left, sending the pirates you were just hiding among flying.

“You won’t get away this time Natalia!”

“Won’t know until I try!” Why am I antagonizing the red **** machine? Screams and blasts follow you as you put as much distance distance between you and Bellextra as you can. You have to hand it to your latest acquisition. For a girl with her hands tied and barefoot, she can run. Maybe it’s just the adrenaline, but you’re still impressed. Up ahead is another junction.

Knowing it’s a mistake but doing it anyways you look back to see if she's following you. Of course she is. Illuminated by shield flares as the remaining pirates uselessly attempts to drop her, she stands by the destroyed turbolift, pulling something out of her combat harness. With an arm crafted from marble, she hurls the unknown object at you. Fortunately your right next to another junction, and you pull Alexa into the next corridor as it flies past you.

“Keep moving,” you command. “Which way to the hangar?” She awkwardly points with her bound arm. It’s a good thing she’s gagged and you have to look at her to see where she’s pointing. Otherwise you may not have seen the object that Bellextra threw at you fly back the way it came and turn down the corridor you and Alexa escaped to. “Duck!” you scream and **** your **** down as it flies over you. The object turns out to be a bola: a primitive throwing weapon consisting of two weighted balls. Unlike its primitive counterparts, this one seems to have homing capabilities. As it sails over you, the spinning balls lose their forward momentum, and spin right back at you.

Grabbing Alexa, you shamelessly shove her into the balls path. She barely has time to squeel before the bola makes contact, wrapping around her torso. The balls wrap above and below her breasts, forcing them to prominence in a manner you approve of. A sticky adhesive immediately oozes out of small openings in the balls and hardens.

“Well that’s not going anywhere soon,” you say after a quick inspection.

“HRRMMH!” Alexa glares at you.

“Oh get used to it.” You grab her leash and take off running. Alexa directs you to a central corridor which nearly proves to be disastrous. Pirates are constantly charging along it to meet their doom at the hands of Bellextra and you have to dive into maintenance hatch to avoid detection. It’s a tight fit, forcing Alexa slim body against yours. The bound **** keeps fidgeting. You don't think she is trying to get herself off but when a nipple brushes past you lips you must grab it. A second later, one hand is on her other nipple and the other is between her soft thighs, twirling around her clit. Hiding just long enough for the pirates to pass (which unfortunately for Alexa was not enough time for you to finger an orgasm out of her), you make your way to the hangar through the side corridors. Although significantly less populated, they are by no means direct. Finally, Alexa indicates that the hangar is around the next corner. Promising your new **** a cum soaking orgasm, you sprint along final stretch.

Where you run into a pirate. There are actually four pirates, but you only run into one of them. A fucking Turnk. He’s not wearing anything but a loincloth and that is pushed aside by a fully erect penis. Penises? Peni? It’s hard to tell with Turnks. Theirs are forked. You hit him full **** and bounce right back on the floor.

“Hey sweetheart,” comes a voice like poisoned honey. The remaining two pirates pounce on you, pinning you in place while Swanna presses a booted heel against your chest. “I was hoping I’d get to see you again before we adjusted you. I’ll admit, I was expecting our next meeting to be in the **** chamber, but I’m happy to see you nonetheless.” She hooks her heel through your flight-suit's zipper and slowly pulls it down.

“Look, Swanna, do you really think this is the right time? I think you have other priorities than taking another ****. Bellextra is coming right down that hallway.”

“Nope, she’s pinned down by my troops. They found her on corridor B-12 just now.” You had mostly tuned out the screams of the pirates, but now that you listen, there does seem to be a fresh batch throwing away their asses. “Besides,” she gestures to Alexa. “You’re not one to talk.” Alexa has other worries at the moment. The Turnk’s green reptilian arms reach for her with hands so massive they easily wrap all the way around her waist. Without regard for the flailing legs, he picks her up and rams her down on his twin heads. Her screams fill the hallway.

“Gods, Marcock, take her down the hall!” Swanna shouts. Pausing his thrusting only to shrug, he walks away with Alexa. Impressively, the giant alien doesn’t stop fucking her as he moves off.

“I get that you’re a badass pirate and all, but don’t you think you should at least keep him in line until Bellextra is dealt with?” Taunting the Iah Kuruh. Giving advice to my enemies. Taking slaves I don’t need. I’m not making good decisions today.

“Are you going to tell him no? Besides, the captain has something special for her.” She’s managed to unzip your flight suit and is rubbing the toe of her boot with your crotch. Her two helpers have pulled down your bra and breasts rise from your chests like mountains waiting to be scaled. One his pinching your nipple while the other is using his tongue. It’s rough; you like rough stuff. “Ahh,” she says reading your expression. “Is someone a dirty slut?” She presses down with her boot.

“Hrnngh!” Pleasure and pain, your favorite combination, race through your body. Unfortunately, you just don’t have the time to enjoy it. “I’m going to jump ahead of you sister. Yes, I am a dirty, dirty, pain slut. If you strip me, tie me up, and beat me, I’ll be a cum dumpster for your entire crew. None of which is going to happen if you don’t go deal with Bellextra.”

She digs in harder with her toe, eliciting a pleasant wince. “Why? So you can escape in the confusion? I’ll give you credit Natalia. You make good enemies. If I was the kind of girl that believed a women was measured by the qualities of her rivals, I’d say you are one bad mother fucker. I’m not though. I measure a women by how good she eats my pussy." Her cocky smile fills your vision as she works your clit with her boot.