So Long and Thanks for all the Dick

The pirates approach laughing. “Well, well. Look what we have here?” An Oo’lick male holds his stun rod menacingly. With a series of clicks his thumb dials down the setting from the highest, which will incapacitate a groxun bull, to a medium setting that will merely hurt like dozen hornet stings in one spot.

“Looks like our lucky day Blue Balls.” responds Blue Balls partner, a humanoid whose features are hidden under a full helmet. He holsters his pistol and pulls out a long pole with a snare on the end. “You'll get to live down your name today.”

Blue Balls rubs his crotch hungrily. “I still don’t know why the humans use that expression.” Blue bolts arc between the two prongs as he slowly reaches out the rod to **** a thrashing breast, savoring the fear on his victim's face.

“It has to do with blood build up in the sexual organs preventing the replenishment of oxygen after a period of prolonged arousal.” Bellextra concludes her statement by grabbing the Oo’lick by the head with her power gauntlet. He convulses as energy shoots through his body and overloads his nervous system

“I’m surprised you know that.” you reply while your electrified whip renders the second pirate ****, completing your ambush.

“Humans are a common **** species. It’s important to know how their genitals work.” You don’t disagree.

Using handcuffs you recovered from the scene of your defeat at the hunter’s hands, you restrain them together over some vines that experience along your trek has taught you will try to entangle it’s victims for reasons that you probably don’t want to know. Bellextra’s impressive sense of smell allowed the two of you to retrace your steps back to where you first encountered the hunters. Upon arrival, you discovered most of your gear was lost to the jungle or so waterlogged that it was inoperable. Fortunately a few choice items did remain. Bellextra’s power gauntlet looked the same as when you first saw it, well maintained and intimidating, seemingly unaffected by the rain. The generator that powered the personal shield was smashed by the squid rex’s foot, but the gauntlet itself still had a small built in power supply. Your signature whip, being a simple device in the grand scheme of things, also survived fully functional. Nothing resembling clothing remained save your bandoleer. Your flight suit and jacket were thoroughly shredded during the hunters mad dash to disrobe you.

Most of the items from your bandoleer were discarded and lost. Most disturbingly, all but one of your grenades were missing. The majority of them are non-lethal, but you pity the poor inquisitive primitive who tries to figure what happens when you pull the pin from a frag grenade. On the other hand, you really want to see the face of whoever tries to answer the same question with a tentacle grenade. Most of your restraints were still on , or at least near, your bandoleer which you drape over your shoulder. As you set it so that it rests between the canyon of your bosom, you find one pocket still sealed. Within is your lucky bullet vibrator. You never think about your lucky charm, keeping it mostly as a joke. Nevertheless, it feels like a good sign. Lastly, and most importantly, you find your hand held sensor that was tracking your progress. By a stroke of luck, it landed in the empty hollow of a stump, protected from the worst of the rain. It was still dutifully recording your progress, and had allowed the three of you to quickly retrace your steps.

Before doing so however, a celebration was in order. Bellextra and you took turns whipping the girl with a true whip. Releasing her just long enough to get the blood flowing again, you then cuffed her hands in front of her with your newly acquired restraints. A tree with a low hanging branch made a satisfactory whipping post. Bellextra and you took turns making the **** dance, her luscious T&A making such delicious targets as her lithe form flailed in a futile effort to escape the whip's painful kiss. It felt good to be working with your own tools again. When you finally decided she had suffered enough, Bellextra threw her to the ground an mercilessly crushed her pussy while you ground her face to orgasm. When you were both finally satisfied, you stuffed the vibrator up her puss and pressed onwards.

The **** had initially loved the vibrator. Loved it. Her curious stare at the crotch rope securing the nugget in her nethers had dissolved into blissful surprise when you turned your toy on. Eyes closed and mouth open in a euphoric half-grin her legs buckled beneath her, and the cooing creature collapsed to her knees. Even when you started to apply the shock feature (standard amongst your toys in case you need to punish a submissive little bitch) she still gushed and gibbered thankfully, nuzzling you and trying to please you out of shear gratification. Never having experienced a vibrator or electric play, she was enthralled by marvels of modern sexual technology. Eventually though, she recognized the device for what it was. A tool which her captors could use to control her pleasure and pain.

Bellextra and you took turns running the remote. While you favored a never ending stream of orgasms, Bellextra was still bitter about the night before. She left the device on a low setting steadily increasing it, but never enough so that the **** could finish. Both of you made liberal use of the shock button. Eventually the two of you realized the most effective way to **** the slut was to ensure she never knew what was coming, and intermixed your two strategies. Every time one of you raised the remote, the **** panicked and whimpered for mercy, not knowing if pain, pleasure, or denial would follow.

Assuming that pirates gravitated to the distress beacon for the same reasons you and Bellextra did, you adopted a stealth approach as you neared the clearing. The squid-rex was abandoned about a mile out from the beacon. It must be said, the beast did redeem riding animals in your mind. Nothing you can think of would be so patient after so much hanky panky from its passengers, and yet each time the three of you engaged in sexual deviancy, the squid-rex went about its business until you were finished. It was as good a mount as any and you were a little sad to see it go. The vibrator was also shut off when you got close to the clearing, as much to give the slaves lungs a break as anything else.

Approaching the clearing on foot, you saw Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum on guard duty. Initially, Bellextra advocated for a quick and violent rush, and you had great difficulty persuading her otherwise. Eventually though, you pointed out that a subtler approach might yield a greater return on investments. Oddly, Bellextra was more persuaded by the economic argument than the self evident truth that charging two men with guns when you had no guns was a terrible idea. The Iah Kuru are a strange people that way. Regardless of her reasoning she helped you strap the **** to a tree. All that was left was to find a good hiding spot, turn on the vibrator so that the **** would cum her guts out, and then let the pirates natural lust take care of the rest.

“AIEEEEEHHH!” The **** screams bringing you back to the present. She bucks and squirms against the vines holding her against the tree. In addition to securing her to the tree, you and Bellextra also indulged in a little breast bondage. Loops of rope **** her boobs into globes. Curiously, this makes them glow a steady light blue, as opposed to the pulses of multi-colored light you've grown accustomed to seeing dance across her body. Your lucky bullet vibrator thrums inside her. With a grin you shut it off using the paired remote, giving her a few moments to pant, before turning it back up to maximum and giving her a good shock, just because.

The clearing is dominated by the **** shuttle and Bellextra's Longship, with the distress beacon in between them. Not having any other clue as to the cruiser's location, the pirates must have landed here and left the guards in case you and Bellextra came back. "Can I have that last grenade?" Bellextra asks. With a shrug you hand it to her. Ignoring the ****'s squeals for a moment, you watch as she walks to the beacon and sets the grenade against the only thing telling the universe that there are people here. With a fiery blast the beacon ceases it’s broadcast. It seems as fitting an effigy to your failed expedition to Hellno as any.

"Smart," you say. "That shuttle can carry way more pirates than the few we've seen so far. There's probably at least a dozen more on planet, and that's if they skimped on the landing party. I can fly it away so they can't get off planet, and no one will be able to find them or pick them up with all the cloud cover and sensor interference. With any luck, Malicous Mal is leading his crew through the jungle right now. We can strand him here."

"Yeah. I just really wanted to watch it explode." You stare at her. Her face is still as stone and just as expressive. After a moment you chuckle. Her poker face slips and she lets out a giggle. You both share a good laugh at the pirates expense.

“Do you mind if I take her?” She asks, looking at the madly gyrating ****. “It was a long ride out here alone.”

“Go ahead. I still have a **** I picked up on the Freedom’s End I need to train up. Here,” you offer her the remote. “Take it.”

“You said this was a charm?” She gives the crotch rope threaded between the dripping pussy lips a gentle tug, indicating the torment tool buried beneath. The slaves lets out a gasp.

“Yeah. Turns out it wasn’t so lucky. Besides, with her shaking those tits like that, there’s no way I’m taking it out now.” You tap the shock button one last time before handing off the remote, making the entire **** flash neon blue for a moment.

“Heh. Thanks.” As she moves to release the **** from the tree, you see one of the pirates pistols, dropped during your ambush. Needing a replacement for your own lost pistol, you pick it up and inspect it. It’s a standard model, which you actually prefer. They’re easier to customize. This one has a stun setting, a must for any of your armaments. Extending your arms in a marksman grip, you site along the barrel to see how it feels. Without realizing it, you find yourself pointing it at Bellextra. It would be so easy. The weapon feels perfectly weighted in your hands and you instinctively switch to the stun setting. You have a few recovered restraints you haven’t used yet. Couple of shots to her back while she’s distracted. Hellno left a set of cuffs that are the same model as the ones you first used to capture Melodia so long ago, the ones that go around the elbows, wrists, and ankles and then retract into a hogtie. Might even the same set. You could have her squirming and collared in less than 30 seconds.

Bellextra turns her head. “You gonna pull that trigger.” That same expressionless yet so damn sexy face is profiled against the glowing lights of Hellno.

You lower your arms and grin. “Nah. I’ll get you next time.” She smiles back and throws the **** over her shoulder

Before you leave on the shuttle you turn to Bellextra. Much to your surprise, she has turned to look at you at the foot of her own craft. But damn, is she still impressive as ever. Her mighty dick will forever hold a special place in your spank bank, and those tits spit in the face of gravity. Her limbs and abs manage to be both toned and graceful at the same time. Her muscular frame is accessorized by the squirming **** she easily holds over one shoulder. A small part of your brain envies the prisoner. She’s gonna take Bellextra’s cock every fucking day for as long as Bellextra stays horny. Which is probably always. A surprisingly reflective and stunningly beautiful face looks back at you. You try to think of something witty, but you can't. It kind of feels like after the past few days, there's nothing left to say.

She says it for you. "It's been fun."

"Yeah." You nod slowly. "Yeah it has."

You board the **** shuttle and Bellextra carries the **** up the ramp.