A Wild Ride

The three of you try to stay hidden but you are rudderless. The only one who has any idea where to go doesn’t speak your language, can’t be trusted to not deceive you or alert her compatriots, and even if none of that were true, would still be gagged. You have standards for your prisoners after all. Factor in the fact that all of you are naked as the day you were born, and the situation certainly seems tenuous.

It's not the first time you've been butt naked with the threat of capture and enslavement hanging over you. There was that time on Niren VII when you were running from Federation Customs. And there was that Teenaidian **** Beast on Voclora. And... shit, how many times has this happened to you? Like every other time well endowed, kinky predators have pursued your **** womanhood, your heart beats, your skin tingles, and your loins ache. Even if Hellno's aphrodisiacs didn't make every breeze feel like the skin of a lover rubbing against your own, the excitement that comes from being on the wrong end of the hunt inflames you. The sight of Bellextra's ever erect cock, the constant threat of capture and facing an un-ending orgy of sexual torment, combined with the knowledge that riches and bitches that await if you escape... If. You smile.

You constantly have to stop your fingers from wandering to your moist slit. Instead, you redirect your naughty hands to your newest **** left tit. Twisting a nipple reminds her of her vulnerability and draws a mewl that is music to your ears. You don't know if the luminous aliens are immune to Hellno's arousing atmosphere, but prodding, tugging, and elbow-touching bondage have the same effect on her.

“I think we came in this way,” Bellextra says walking quickly past the largest structure in the village and the only one you’ve seen that isn’t on stilts. You’re pretty sure Bellextra, the hermaphrodite lust demon you've come to love, fear and respect, was more focused on the non stop wank her love shaft was getting from a crowd of lusty aliens when they dragged you through town. You certainly couldn't pay attention beyond the sensuous **** of all those hands. But you don’t have a better idea so instead you focus on that ASS. Broad hips sway side to side as toned legs stride forward with a confidence you’re pretty sure is fake, but are grateful for regardless.

Before you get too far, voices approach. Two patrolling masses of shifting light are coming around the corner, chattering back and forth in their own language. Without thinking you push both Bellextra and the **** flat against the wall holding them each back on either side of you with one hand until the patrol passes. A small part of your mind hopes that they'll see the three lusty nudes and return them to their rightful place; the lowest ranked subs in a BDSM orgy. The rest of your mind really just wants to get back to the Breaker and punish Melodia for something.

“Natalia,” Bellextra asks softly. “What are you doing?”

“Huh?” you look down to see that your hand has come to rest on Bellexta sex stick. Without clearing it with your brain first, your hand was working its way up and down the veigny shaft. “Oh, didn’t even notice," you say, removing your hand.

“I didn't tell you to stop."

Images thunder through your mind of you sliding your mouth, breasts, and soft, wet, cock-needy cunt up and down that perfect shaft. You return your hand, but instead of gentle strokes, you lock her sex in an iron grip. “I'll play with it," you whisper, "when I like," you twist, "how I like.” It's impossible to tell if the noise she makes is a kitten's purr or a tiger's growl but moves to take one of your erect nipples before the distant screams of a violated pirate remind you both of other priorities. “Shit, we need to get out of here.”

“I agree. We really need a dungeon to do this properly. Let’s go.” She takes off around the corner, leaving you wondering whose dungeon she was referring to; yours or hers. It takes you a moment to follow because you’re handling the prisoner. And of course by handling, you’re fingering her bum. While one hand pulls back on the elbow tie, arching her back painfully, the other grips her firm cheek and pushes a hooked finger up her tight anus. For the extra control of course. You get her around the corner just in time to catch the look on the two aliens face as they see Bellextra. One of them shouts something before Bellextra cracks their heads together like a cartoon.

She grimaces. “You think they heard that?” she asks just before more calls for alarm come from throughout the village. "Okay, when they rush us, how many can you take?" Maybe it's all the funny air you've been breathing, or maybe all the sex is keeping you from concentrating, but you think she's serious.

“In here!” You try to push open the heavy door of the massive structure but are only able to move it with Bellextra’s help. The two of you manage to **** open the seemingly unnecessarily large gate, push your prisoner inside, and manage to close it before the villagers flood out of their homes. Peering out through the crack of the door, you see several of them surround the fallen sentries. One of them shouts something and they disperse, covering the area.

“Shit, this is not good. The whole village is out there looking for us now and eventually they’re going to look in here.” You rack your brain for an idea and come up empty. Keeping your eye pressed against the crack, you count at least two dozen looking for you. “Dammit, they’re too many of them to fight or avoid. Our best bet is to split up and take our chances.”

“That would be cowardly and unbecoming for two such as us. How about we just take that?”

“Take what?” You turn around. “Sweet mother of fertility how long has that been there!” you scream. Lying on its side as though it were asleep is the squid-rex. It looks up at your very non-stealthy outburst and yawns. Tentacles stretch out from its mouth as it shakes away the cobwebs from its mind and regards you lazily.

“This whole time. This is probably it’s barn. Why else would they build a building with such big doors. Anyway, who cares. This is our ticket out of here.” Bellextra grabs the **** by the arm and drags her shapely form to the beast.

“Oh noooo. No, no, no, no. This is not how I roll.” Natalia Demsys doesn’t do riding animals. You are strictly a mechanized transport kind of girl. The only beast of burden that you use for transport are trained pony girls. “Neither you or me know how to ride that thing. What if you accidentally give it the command to eat us, or use us as brood mothers?”

“You think they trained it to breed on command?” She gives the squid-rex and appraising eye. “That would be an impressive feat. As for eating things on command, we’ll be riding it. Surely it wouldn’t hurt its rider.”

“You’ve clearly never been to the Alegan rodeos. The things they ride there both hurt and mate with their riders, sometimes at the same time.” Suddenly there is a shout from outside and the door slowly starts to swing open. “Son of a bitch!” You grab the slaves other arm and help Bellextra pull her on top of your mount.

By the time the doors have open, the squid rex is standing at its full height. With a “Hyah!” from Bellextra it roars at its former masters and charges out into the jungle. The doors fly the remainder of the way open with enough **** to send aliens flying. Bellextra laughs maniacally as the beast rampages through the village. Tentacles flail, knocking over one stilt hut on your way out. Not that you see much of it. While Bellextra is screaming out her joy, you’re just screaming.

Never in your life have you so desperately craved seatbelts. Each foot fall feels like an earthquake. Looking down to see how many are giving chase only reminds you of how far you can fall. Your legs squeeze so tightly that lesser animals would have their neck snapped, but you can feel the powerful shoulder muscles shift like tectonic plates beneath you. Your own chest is pushed against the restrained arms of the ****. She squeaks as you thunder out of the village, but you can't tell if it's out of fear or discomfort. Even if you hadn't restrained her, you arms are locked around her, clinging to Bellextra's red tits for dear life. In other circumstances, you would love the excuse to grip Bellextra’s powerful yet somehow voluptuous chest, but right now, all your thinking about is how much you want a hover car. The monster roars again as you put the village behind you.