One Opportunity Missed, One Opportunity Gained

You are dark shadow stalking through a sea of light. If you didn’t know that this place was actively trying to do you harm and violation, you would be awed by the beauty. Massive tree stalks reach for the skies with veins of purple light light shooting up the trunks. High above you can see glowing orange bulbs that seem to float amongst the canopy. Tentacle like tendrils hang down from above. Remembering your conversation with Melodia about the perils of this place, you go out of your way to avoid contact with them.

Steadily you make your way north. You’re tracking the distress signal through a handheld sensor. It can get you back the way you came, and it can find the distress beacon, but other than that, it’s useless on Hellno. Every step sinks into a muddy loam. More than once, you stop to listen to alien calls. For the most part it sounds like small animals chittering in the distance, but once, there is a deafening roar that sends you sprawling for cover with your weapon drawn.

Progress is slow. The terrain is uneven and filled with a dense underbrush that grabs a you. Literally at times; tendril like creepers wrap around your ankle if you pause for too long, forcing you to slice through them with a combat knife. Occasionally, you step on a pod like shrub that erupts into a cloud of yellow glowing spores. Your rebreather filters out most of the particles, but each time you step on one, a small portion the pervasive cloud filters through, leaving you light headed. You do your best to avoid them but the underbrush is so dense, you inevitably step on a few. At one point, you have to double back when you find yourself in the middle of a grove of the infernal puffballs.

After an hour, it becomes clear very early on that the rebreather is only slowing the effects of the spores, not preventing them. In addition to the puffballs, there are countless varieties of flowers and seed pods that are spraying their own chemical cocktail to the air. You’re having a difficult time concentrating, and more than once catch yourself drifting off course. Some of those spores are making your blood rush. Specifically, towards you sex. In spite of your best efforts, your mind starts to wander.

In your minds eye, you see Alexa. You’ve decided that she is just going to be your pain ****, little more than a permanent set piece for your dungeon. She’s hogtied on the floor, being spit roast by two piston mounted dildoes that tirelessly **** her mouth and her cunt. Melodia is there in her proper place; kneeling before you with her face in between your legs, her skilled tongue bring you the pleasure that only a mistress deserves. Perhaps later, you’ll tie them so that they are kneeling ass to ass, and make them fuck that double ended dildo. Yes, that will do. You could incentive them by saying whoever cums first will be untied and gets to play with mistress. It will be a lie of course. Clearly, you will be torturing both of them. You’ll whip both their pretty little pussies until they squirt, and then you’ll ride their faces, one after the other. Yes. Yes, yes yes, YES!

You recover from your orgasm before you realize what you just did. So titillated by whatever is in the air on this planet, you rubbed out a quickie without a thought. The wet warmth of the orgasm fills you pant crotch. The fuck! No wonder everything on this planet is horny. I got to remember to take some samples. I know a couple of chemist back on Nidus who would pay top dollar for that kind of aphrodisiac.

The moist feeling remains as you resume your journey. You feel only the slightest embarrassment (no one saw after all), until you hear the roar of engines up above. FUCK! How long was I… distracted? Without regard for the obstacles and the hazards you race forward. The transmitter can only be a quarter of a mile away, and whoever it is, Bellextra probably, will have to find a place to land. They’ll have just as hard a time finding a place to land as I did and then they’ll have to walk across this shithole. I still got time.

Suddenly you hear an explosion ahead of you. Through the trees, you see a bright flash as an energy weapon violently clears a space for the ship to land. Why didn’t I think of that? Shaking your head, you move forward at a low crouch, taking care to move silently. Fortunately the downpour makes for a good cover. For the first time, you truly appreciate the abundance of light sources; it provides so many shadows for you to hide in.

Approaching with care, you take up position on the edge of the blast zone just in time to see Bellextra make her exit from the ship. As always, you take a moment to admire the naked amazon and mouth watering cock. Perfect breasts remain firm with just the right amount of jiggle as she descends from her craft. Credit where credit is do, that girl takes care of herself. Her gaze slowly drifts across the jungle putting her statuesque beauty on full display before seeing what you both came for. In a small impact crater is the distress beacon. The human size pod has opened up into a transmitter dish that is screaming to anyone who cares to listen that there is a ship in distress on this planet.

Except there’s not. Not that you can see at least. Now, you’ve never seen a Federation Exploration Cruiser, but it’s still, you know, a cruiser. Regardless of whatever crazy plant life such a ship crashed into, it should stand out.

If it weren’t for your continued attempts at stealth, you would scream in frustration. You came all the way out here, escaped from pirates, out-fought a crazy, red, amazon, sex goddess, were nearly swindled by a sneaky Frenchmen, and turned down the biggest bounty you’ve ever seen and now there’s nothing here? Your knuckles go white gripping your rifle and you shake with silent rage.

Melodia. This must be her fault. Somehow. She probably put in the coordinates wrong, or launched more than one distress buoy, or something else idiotic. New plan, get back to the Breaker and make her the permanent dungeon fixture. Daily whippings, orgasm denials, non-stop electro ****; there will be no end to her torment. You’re going to call up some Iollians and get some pointers on how to make pain last and stay fresh because you are going to run out of ideas before Melodia is out of the dog house. And you have a lot of ideas.

Blissfully unaware of your mental tirade, Bellextra continues her survey of the area. Fortunately, you are upwind of her, otherwise that nose of hers (combined with your recent squirtings) would undoubtedly give away your position. After a few minutes of wandering, apparently lost in thought, she re-boards her ship. Probably going to cut her losses. You’re about to do the same when she returns.

She carries what looks like an upsized version of a handheld scanner. Almost the size of a microwave, the box like device has a large dish on one end, and and display screen on the other with handles on either side that she grips. Bellextra slowly points the dish back and forth across the forest, occasionally making adjustments to the device. You think back to what Jacques told you, so long ago on Tetrion Beta. “She is a fan of using stolen technology. I believe she is quite clever for one of her species and has a reputation for creative solutions.” After waving the device back and forth a few times, she settles on a direction and begins to follow it.

That clever bitch. That magnificent, clever, kinky bitch. Ohhh, she must have some weird alien toy that lets her cut through the interference. Probably planned for this from the very beginning. It’s perfect. All you have to do is follow her. Shouldn’t be too hard, all you have to do is stay out of sight and there’s plenty of cover here. She’ll lead you right to the explorer ship. And then…

You smile as you think of ambushing her. You know all her tricks now, and you’ve prepared for them. A couple of EMP grenades, a salvo of stun bolts, some of those darts for good measure and then you’ll have that bitch trussed up like a holiday feast, her breasts tied tightly, and that cock available for its true purpose. Ohhhhh, this is too perfect.

As Bellextra slowly wanders into the woods, you begin your stalk.