Eaten Out, but not Beat Out

As previous experience demonstrated, Tamra can actually be a good pussy licker when properly motivated. While some would find it difficult to concentrate under the influence of such fine felatio, you are a professional. Biting your lip you writhe in rhythm with Tamra’s tongue, each movement slipping the ropes ever so. When she laps up a soppy climax, you clench every muscle in your body, heaving on the ropes. It’s not enough to get free, but it is enough to get more slack. Repeat the process three times, and you have your hands out and you're just holding the ropes for appearance sake while Tamra goes to town.

“Good work,” you say after letting her lick out two orgasms more for good measure. “Now. What to do?” Surveying the area, you see there are 10 pirates left trying to set up camp in the crater. It looks like the cruiser came in low, plowing through trees and raining debris as it went. The tree you are tied to is only standing because it’s top was sheared off as opposed to the whole thing getting knocked down. There is a deep furrow in the ground where the ship skidded along, unwilling to be halted by the soggy earth. Shattered foliage and debris from the crash make for a rough uneven landscape with lots of cover.

The pirates set up remote camp in the rain exactly like life long spacers. They’ve only managed to erect one sad looking thing about to collapse under the weight of rainwater pooling on the slack canvas roof. The pirate trying to keep the temporary structure upright is making it less stable by the moment. Unfortunately for you, the cruiser is on the opposite side of the crater, just past the pirate "camp." You’ll have to sneak around them to get inside.

Once you get past them, getting inside the cruiser should be pretty straight forward. The hull is broken in many places, with wide rents exposing the decks. A bigger difficulty is going to be navigating once your inside there. Your only experience with Federation ships is the route to the brig. (Very secure those brigs, but with the right attitude, the guards are happy to provide preferential treatment.) That, combined with the fact that entire levels were likely pancaked by the crash landing, means that any logical order the layout may have had was mish-mashed by a disorderly descent into chaos. Not to mention, once you're in there you’ll have to deal with Bellextra.

Speaking of which, you're going to need your tools. One of the pirates picked them up and is parading them about camp. You’ll admit, the Oo’lick does look good with your bandoleer running through her cleavage, but that is your look and this bitch will not rock it without consequence. She’ll be the first to suffer your tender ****. “When do the patrols get back?” You keep one leg wrapped around Tamra, a reminder of what will happen if she's uncooperative. It's also nice to feel her warm body against your bare skin.

“With the radios down, we’ve been taking shorter patrols. One group disappeared without a trace so no one wants to be out there for too long. They should be back soon.” Unless Hellno snatched them up. Probably a good idea not to wait to find out if that happened. You finally slip free and rub your wrist, standing tall and proud with fresh optimism. Tamra takes her first pussy free breaths in a while and looks up at you with cautious optimism. “What’s your plan.”

“A plan is just a list of things that don’t happen.”

“So you don’t have a plan?”

“I have a list of things not to do. Don’t get caught. Don’t leave without whatever is in the cruiser. Don’t leave without Bellextra on a leash. Don’t let the pirate who lost her job for being incompetent blow my cover.”

“Hey I’m not-mmmmh!” While you were listing off your plan, you were making use of your former bonds. Looping the rope around itself again and again, you create a rope gag, with a knot in the center to rival any ball. It fits perfectly inside her juicy lips, still glistening from her oral duties.

“Now, I know what you're thinking,” you say as you secure it tightly. “As soon as this bitch turns her back, I’m going to make the biggest ruckus. I’ll holler and scream until someone notices. Then after they’ve caught mean old Natalia, they’ll reward me for letting them know she was on the loose.” You finish tying the gag into place and use the remaining rope to tie her to the tree at the neck so she is **** to sit back against the tree. “Think again sugar lips.” You stroke her puss for emphasis. “They’re not going to do that because they’re like me. Like you, Tamra.” Her bondage is missing something, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. “You see, if they let you go after they capture me, they’ll only have one **** to play with. If they keep you, they get two slaves. And based on how uninterested those mindless dolls seem to be in the pirates predatory advances, I’m guessing they want something with a bit more personality. Ganner said as much when he left you here to pleasure me.” The other shoe drops as you realize what you need to do. With the last strand of rope you tie one knee to her neck forcing her leg up so that her pretty pussy is on display.

“Now, what you have here is a choice. You can either have me as a mistress, or have the pirates. If you really think you’ll have a better time with the pirates go ahead and scream.” You tie off the last knot and resume caressing her cooch. “Or, just sit there and wait for me. I meant what I said about taking you with me if you were a good pussy licker." Her eyes slide slowly down your nude body, lingering on your full bosom and still moist vag. You let her hungry gaze linger before continuing. "The **** I just picked up is pretty subpar in muff diving department so you would fill some holes in my harem. Unlike the pirates, I can be very giving.” You pull away. “When I choose. Remember, choices.” You fade into the crater's shadow.

You’ve never seen anyone so bad at setting up camp. In the time since you secured Tamra, they have somehow managed to make things worse. The one tent they had set up has finally given up and collapsed on itself, somehow dumping all of the water inside the tent. Ganner is clearly out of his element, having to actually direct and all. Currently he’s giving contradictory directions to three of his underlings, who are doing their damndest to misunderstand, not hear, and outright ignore him. How are these guys the most feared pirates in the galaxy?

“Do you fucks really want to be here when the captain comes out and this isn’t done?” With alacrity as yet un-demonstrated, poles are raised, tarps are tied down, and some semblance of a tent emerges. Unfortunately, the pirates are still incompetent outdoorsmen, so it falls right back down.

You avoid them, sticking to the tree line. Something fern-like with feathered leaves tickles your bare breasts and strokes your pussy in a way that you would swear was guided by a lustful intelligence as you press on through the brush. You swat them away; you only have eyes for that sweet Oo’lick tramp. She even has a skin tight jumpsuit, black of course, just like yours. You're not sure what gear she originally had because she seems to have picked up everything Bellextra ripped off your supple body, right down to your stun whip. Unfortunately, she’s one of the ones Ganner is shouting at. If only you had some sort of distraction.

“AAAAHHHH!” Gods dammit Tamra, you squealer. Like every pirate you whip your head to see the cause of the damsel's distress. Unlike the pirates, you know what you're looking at. A moving mass of lights shifts and writhes out of sync with the background illumination. If you squint, you can make out the humanoid shapes. And the monstrous one too. Correction. Two monstrous shapes.

No one seems concerned about Tamra’s virtue as one of the locals pulls off the makeshift gag and silences her screams with his glowing tip. Lights flare in delight as the aliens celebrate a satisfyingly suppressed gag reflex. Ganner surprises you and shows some initiative. He steps forward, pistol drawn and ready, facing off against the interlopers in what you must admit is a badass pose, one man silhouetted against a shimmering horde. Answering him is another oversized hunter who steps forward to meet him. He isn’t as big as the one you faced off against (obviously) but he does have the same dance moves. Not knowing what else to do about a challenge he doesn’t understand, Ganner does what any red (or blue, or green; the color doesn’t really matter) blooded pirate would do and shoots him square in the face.

There is a brief moment of silence followed by an outcry of rage when the aliens charge forward. “Fire you idiots!” Ganner does not lead by example and rushes behind a half erected tent. Fortunately for him, the pirates are way better shots than they are survivalists and cut down the first wave with a furious, if not particularly disciplined salvo. They could probably hold off the aliens forever if it weren't for one thing. Or more precisely, two things.

The squid-rexs' move like a tractor kitted out for drag racing. It takes a second for them to get going, but they do not stop and once up to speed, move much faster than their appearance would suggest. The pirate scatters before the behemoths, one unlucky Rey-la getting snatched up by a passing tentacle, her clothing quickly destroyed by writhing feelers. The combat dissolves into a swirling melee as quickly as it begun.

The pirates may have guns but they’re disorganized and outnumbered. If you want to get your shit back, then it’s time to be a badass. The aliens, wisely in your opinion, are focused entirely on the blazing energy firing boom sticks from space, and the first alien you encounter is completely unprepared when you crotch kick him from behind. In fairness to the tribal hunter, that is something no one is prepared for in your experience. Except Gangaloons of course, but they have eyes in the back of their heads.

Grabbing his club, you dash forward beating anyone you come across as you in search of your target. There. Backing up towards the cruiser, firing as she goes. Perfect. You dive under a tentacle, clubbing a Gavleth in the knee as you do so. It’s not going well for the pirates, who one by one find themselves swarmed, overwhelmed stripped, and bound. The three remaining, Ganner included are making a run for an airlock that was blown out in the crash.

Unsurprisingly you can outrun Ganner in a sprint. There is a passing “What the-” as you leave him behind before he is abruptly silenced. The Oo’lick has already made it through the airlock and the last pirate, a human you think, is almost there before they trip. Without thought you hurdle over them and make it inside the cruiser.

Once inside, a familiar gun greets you. “Don’t shoot,” you say frantically holding up your hands. “I’m not one of them.” The two of you stand in a corridor that runs parallel to the outer hull and perpendicular to the airlock.

“Oh thank god,” the Oo’lick says. Perhaps she is just relived that you weren't glowing and violent. Perhaps she assumes someone buck ass naked isn't a threat. Whatever the reason, she lowers her guard for a critical a moment before she recognizes you. “Hey you’re the-”

You smack the gun into the air and expertly catch it with your free hand. “Yup.” you say, reversing the circumstance. Before she can get any ideas, you snake behind her and use her as a human shield before the aliens can follow you in. Just in time too. The first one through screams a warcry as she bears down on you. She is immediately cut off with a stun bolt, and the one who followed her the same. You keep your pistol trained on the opening, but after what happened to the first two guests, no one seems particularly eager to enter the vessel.

“Now,” you say pulling her down the corridor while the aliens rethink their strategy. “I believe that you have something that does not belong to you.” You push the barrel of the gun against her chin. “Drop my gear. Slowly.”

Hesitantly she unclaspes the bandoleer the whip, letting them both fall to the ground. Not trusting that she doesn’t have anything concealed, you pull down the zipper of her jumpsuit as far down as it will go so that her blue tatas burst free of their tight confinment. So that you can better search her, obviously. After giving her tender globes a thorough inspection you shove her against the wall. “Spread ‘em.”

Oh does she spread them. With her hands pushing against the bulkhead, she arches her back and spreads her legs. “Like this?”

You grab each full cheek, enjoying the way it feels under your fingers. Plush and soft. You begin a very intimate search, slowly drawing your hand up and down her thighs, lingering on her crotch.

“Mmmmmhh. Shouldn't you be more thorough?” She looks over her shoulder and licks her lips. "Perhaps a strip search?" Her hour glass body sways slowly, as you weigh your options.

You're relatively confident she's not hiding anything. Under her clothes that is. She could of course be hiding something inside her. It's something you've done in the past and afterall, this bitch is clearly drawing from your play book. You reach around her and slide your hands down her open cat suit, the material clinging to your skin as your fingers slide past the waist band seeking secret holes. She breathes sharply as your fingers reach her engorged love nub. "Why not a cavity search..." You whisper into the **** Oo'licks ear. She tenses with excitement-

And tries to smack you in the face with an elbow. “Nice try sister,” you say as you put her in an arm lock and push her against the other wall. “That’s my move.” You swat her ass. “And my look.”

“Mmmmmhh. Really now, there’s no need for this. Why don’t you let me help you. We can decide who wears what and who wears nothing later.” Her bubble butt grinds against your very eager clitty and you have to give her points for persistence. And sexiness. She looks over her shoulder and licks her lips

With great effort, you keep your focus. “You are helping. You're giving me back my gear.” She could of course, give you more. It is afterall, a very nice ass. You reach out and give it a nice grope. Maybe if you just-

There is a loud roar and a thump that shakes the corridor. Through the airlock black tentacles pulsing with green and blue snake down the corridor, illuminating the dark hall. Suddenly, it is impossible to ignores the sounds of the alien victory celebration outside, particularly the pleasure filled moans of the captives.

“What is that?” she asks, all playfulness vanished.

You look at her. You look at the tentacles. Nope; no time for fun. “I suppose I could tell you, but it’s so much easier to show you.” Grabbing her by the shoulders you throw her at the intruders. She screams as they latch onto her and pull her out with startling speed. I guess that was a little fun. With nothing but a bare ass and a bandoleer between your boobs, you plunge headlong into the darkness.