Outmatched by the space pirate

“It’s cute he thinks he’s in control. Take the blaster from him and shove his face between your legs while you answer the incoming call.”

Target >=40, 1d100 roll+6=50, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Wrestling >=50, 1d100 roll=30, failed to grab blaster

"Let him fuck you and while he's distracted from cumming, take him out.”

Target >=40, 1d100 roll+6=86, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Wrestling >=40, 1d100 roll=4, failed to take him out

Rebexa Jissard Corruption 8, Willpower 5

Rebexa whips around quick as lightning and grabs for Vuzk’s blaster, but the reptiloid is quicker still. He grabs her by the neck and bends her over the ship’s control panel. Her ass wiggles helplessly in her skintight flightsuit, and she can feel buttons and gauges shift under her face and tits. Vuzk has her bent over the metaphorical barrel and she’s going to have to bide her time for another opportunity. Maybe he’ll let his guard down after he has his way with her body.

“Take my ship, but please don’t fuck my tight little pussy,” Rebexa begs provocatively, hoping to get it over with. “Your big reptiloid cock can’t fit no matter how wet I am. I’m so tight it would be like fucking a hot vice.”

Her words have the expected effect. Vuzk rips open her flight suit, exposing her oh so luscious pussy. His ridged cock is so erect it slaps into her asscheeks from the side. She makes no move to stop the big dumb brute as he lines up his huge cockhead with her silky smooth pussy lips, and then he grabs her hair and pushes inside her.

She had only exaggerated a little. His first thrust with his big bad dick only penetrates her halfway, and then he pulls back and swings his hips to really ram his ridged, ribbed member deep inside her tight wet human pussy. It feels damned good. Rebexa does not want to admit how much of a size queen she really is, and tries to hide her moans from the brute.

Vuzk fucks her hard and fast, hammering into her secretly eager pussy. The brute pays her no mind, treating her as little more than a fleshlight for his cock, but Rebexa lets herself drift into pleasure.

A beep from her ship brings her back to reality. Her squished tits had pressed the button to acknowledge the call from traffic control, and then she’s on screen getting fucked from behind by the reptiloid space pirate brute. She can hear laughter. Traffic control seems to watch her get railed for a long time yet. She closes her eyes and moans, and then she feels a explosion of sticky reptiloid jizz in her tight pussy.

“This is Tentakulon flight control. Nice job railing the slut. What’s your status, incoming flight?”

“This is Vuzk. I need clearance to land and drop off the slut.”

Rebexa tries to spin around and gain the upper hand, but Vuzk still has her pinned.

“Clearance granted. Sending coordinates.”

The next thing Rebexa knows, she’s bottomless on the tentacle monster planet. Vuzk and her ship are quickly receding into the sky. She’s standing exposed between a package warehouse, a space liquor store, a space driving test office, and a space garbage dump. The only thing going for her is that she still has the little package that Bilgeec paid her to deliver to that warehouse. Perhaps she could talk them into adding a pair of panties to her delivery reward.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Rebexa.