Sweet Dreams are Made of This

Your rest is fitful. In addition to kinky dreams of **** and submission, there is actual **** and submission. Throughout the night you have visitors who believe that there isn’t enough pain and degradation in your life, and really want to help. The first time you wake with a scream is when one of the hunters strikes your ample bosom with a lash of made of some kind of hair like material. Bellextra wakes to your cries and immediately reaches full mast at the sight of your writhing torment. After no more than five strikes, she begs the bastard to give her some attention. Like any good domme, he ignores the restrained warrior’s pleas. The devious hunter leaves jagged, red welts across your chest, belly and legs as he takes you to your limits. With each blow, you pull at your bonds and shake your voluptuous body. No doubt, this was his goal all along. By the end of his skilled work, you’re both pleading; you for him to stop, and Bellextra for him to focus on her.

You gain appreciation for the misery such denial brings soon after. The hermaphrodite's whimpers woke you from a half dream. She was grunting and wrestling against the unrelenting ropes while an attractive huntress dripped some hot liquid onto your comrade-in-bondage's heaving tits. Her cock was already covered by the bright pink liquid, and is straining to release its load against a fresh rope prison that wasn't there when you last fell asleep. Unable to do more than impotently thrust your painfully empty pussy, you simply watched the torments being heaped onto the mewling captive.

It takes you a minute to fall asleep again. The perpetual arousal you feel on this world has only been enhanced by your beating and your pulse is racing. When you eventually slipped into sleep again, vivid dreams kept you half awake. Hooded visitors visit your subconscious, teasing nipples and clit. Some are rough, some are sensual, all bring you to the edge of orgasm. Finally, one of the masked visitors slips two fingers deep into your dripping slit, forcing you to consciousness with a mind shattering orgasm. As your addled brain finally comes to grips with its new reality, you realize that the torturers from your dream were actually the four eyed, glowing aliens. They grin back you and lick their lips. For the first time, you notice they have forked tongues, making you sincerely regret that no one has gone down on you yet. The closest takes his fingers out of your tingling pussy and holds them under your nose. The humiliation of your own scent drives you past the brink of madness and you eagerly lick your own fluids off his fingers as another continues the sexual onslaught.

Presumably you passed out from sensory overload because you don't remember them leaving, only the next visitor arriving. She carried with her a strange herb, a crushed leaf with a lime glow. It left a burning itch when rubbed onto your breasts, but the fun really started when she applied it to your nethers. Initially it felt like a never ending barrage of tiny pins. But like every other thing on Hellno it quickly reacted with your sex. The aphrodisiac produced an unnatural amount of lubricants that gushed down your thighs and caused hot needs to pound through your blood.

The nightly activities pause when Headdress catches one of your tormentors. You didn’t think anything of it when he snuck up behind an alien temptress who was busy edging poor Bellextra. It seemed a natural assumption that he was going to assist, but you were shocked when he pulled her arm behind her back and **** her against another standing stone. She screamed, clearly begging for forgiveness as he pulled her against the unmovable rock and tied her wrists and ankles so that she was splayed wide. When she didn’t stop begging, Headdress **** a strip of leather in her mouth and tied it in place. He said something with all the finality of an executioner's axe that left the girl crying as he walked away. That incident didn’t stop the harassment, but it did decrease the frequency considerably, and your visitors now split their attention between three victims instead of two.

After such a restless night (you assume it’s night; the endless cloud cover combined with the ambient light of a casino makes it hard to tell on Hellno), you are incredibly pissed when you are awoken by the sound of horns and cheers. The same sounds that heralded your own arrival to the village if your sex-befuddled memory serves.

Mingled with the cheers of the newly arrived hunting party are wails of despair and arousal. You recognize the pleas of the helpless, mostly because they are in the language of galactic basic. Someone is begging for mercy, and another is begging for more. Sure enough a familiar band is led to the ring of standing stones, where Headdress meets them. Surrounded by hunters, a coffle of nude pirates is connected by a string of hemp leashes. Pirate tattoos reveal them to be crew of the Freedom's End. Most of the prisoners have been tied in intricate harness’s, that **** the elbows and wrists together, and pull on genitalia with every movement. The aliens have captured a pair of humans, one man and one woman, an Oo’lick girl who is receiving a LOT of attention from her escort, and a Ray-la who is leading the group. Her left head handle (the tentacle/horn hybrids jutting from the side of her head have a name in Ray-la but right now, you don't really care) is held by the hunt leader, her head tilted by his controlling grip. He drags her, and by extension the three other captives in the coffle, to meet Headdress. Last and certainly most impressive of the parties prizes is a massive and familiar looking Turnk with burns on his knee and face. The massive reptoid is suspended from a pole carried by two hunters in a similar fashion to Bellextra’s debut in the village. His hands and feet are tied to each end so that he is face up and his two erect penises have garnered the attention of what appears to be every woman in the village and a few of the men. When the Turnk sees you, he redoubles his furious struggling.

The leader of the hunting party smiles like the cat who ate the canary as he approaches Headdress. They have an argument that seems to be a repeat of last nights discussion except when Headdress tries to put his foot down, the entire village steps forward around their captives. The woman surrounding the Turnk seem particularly determined and a few grip spears and clubs aggressively as Headdress makes an impassioned plea while pointing at the altar. Hunt Leader is having none of it. A few loud words and angry gestures later, he crosses his arms, as if daring Headdress to say something else.

With a defeated sigh, Headdress throws up his hands. The villagers cheer and descend on the captive corsairs. Black hands with shifting spots of light grope and pinch the Oo’licks gorgeous body, making her flesh bulge where it is grasped and purple where it is pinched. The Ray-la and the human male are both **** to their knees. The ungagged Ray-la, the one who was begging for more, eagerly lets her jaw drop and gobbles the nearest cock while making incoherent demands for what you assume is more degradation. She is immediately slapped for this. Apparently talking with your mouth full is considered as rude on Hellno as it is on many human worlds. When the gag of the man is removed, he tries to protest. “No, wait! I’m not-Hurggluck!” The woman is bent over so that she can lick some pussy and take it in the ass at the same time. Ladies of the village surround the Turnk and desperately try to reposition him before Headdress intervenes.

“NAI ADRANA DETOOK!!!!” He points at the standing stones. It is clear from the expressions of the villagers that they have committed a grave faux pass. Heads are hung low and feet draw lines in the ground as they all receive what is clearly a lecture from the senior tribesman. Like your fellow captives, you can only wonder at the significance of the standing stones and the altar. Based on what you can see from the inscriptions on the altar and some of the stones, what was about to happen to the pirates was well within the spirit of this place, but for some reason, kinky play is taboo in the circle of stones.

Apparently not so outside their boundaries. After a stern talking-to, the aliens drag their prisoners outside the stones into the village. Headdress follows the group, presumably to make sure that they stay a safe distance away, but his massive hard-on suggests an ulterior motive.

Quickly, they have relocated to the raised huts and, based on the screams coming from the huts of the village, are thoroughly distracted. “Well, that was interesting.” Bellextra’s characteristic coolness in the face of danger and kink has returned. “Have you loosened your restraints yet?”

“Oh yeah.” You slip one hand free and then the other. “I got them loose right about when that guy figured out he wasn’t as straight as he thought.” The pirate in question lets out a moan of pleasure you can hear in spite of the fact that he is indoors and clearly has something in his mouth.

“Good.” She gives one hand a quick tug, snapping the ropes holding her. Within moments you are both free. “Let’s get out of here.” Bellextra walks off and you move to follow before you hear a distressed call from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, the alien who Headdress punished last night cries to you two through her gag. Her moans are seductive in the way only distress can be as she sways her hips back and forth. Glowing spots illuminate perfect breasts.

“We shouldn’t,” you say, your naked form pausing mid-step.

“No,” Bellextra replies half halfheartedly. Like you, her eyes are locked on the patterns of light that highlight her vulva. “She would only slow us down.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense to take her with us.” Without realizing it, you’ve approached to arms reach and your fingers are tracing the neon pulses that run up her side, and then flow into her nipples. They start out a bright blue but change to a dusky red as your finger traces the areola.

“Right,” Bellextra’s hand is petting her moist vag. “No reason to bring her along. Right?” She asks doubtfully.

You think for a minute while playing with her nipple. “I guess we could use her as a distraction.” It doesn’t occur to you to remember what happened last time that was the plan.

Two of Bellextra’s fingers are inside the fallen huntress, who is moaning furiously. “That could work.” She mulls it over. “Yeah, or we could use her as a bargaining chip.”

A small part of your brain, too tired from the past day to argue, tries to point out the futility of bargaining with a species that doesn’t speak your language. That part of your brain is forcefully silenced by the rest of your brain, which is really enjoying the noises that this new toy is making through her gag. “Great idea. You hold her down, I’ll tie her tight.”

Bellextra only growls in ascent. She tries to get loose as her bonds are released, but Bellextra is too quick and too strong. Watching Bellextra’s powerful arms render the alluring alien helpless brings a smile to your lips and moisture to your other lips. With a sadistic grin, you wrap the scavenged chords around her elbows. “How does it feel bitch?” you give her a nice slap and hold her by the chin, forcing her to look you in the eyes. “I know you don’t know what I’m saying, but I also know you understand.”

Four beautiful green eyes with cat pupils stare back at you pleadingly. “Mnnnnhhhh.” Is her only reply as Bellextra squeezes her tit. It’s the same noise that permeates the village as its entire population torments their new captives. The same noise you made when you were getting finger fucked a few hours earlier. The same noise Melodia makes when you take her.

“Okay, we really need to go..” you begin.

“...before we play with her.” Bellextra finishes your thought.