Taking a hostage

Jason was done. His cock twitched as it unloaded into the body trapped below his and he pulled out.

Two survivors of the Z'orlock. They'd fucked and gotten clean in the oasis. His clothes were in a better shape than hers. There was no sign of any real weapons except a little knife from her belt. She must have dropped everything else.

He let her be for a bit. While her naked body lay in the shallows of the pool, his spunk glistening on her thighs, he sat naked and dried off in the sun. The planet could get very hot.

There was very little noise, certainly no monstrous Z'orlock and probably no more perusing guards. Not right now. They'd send more. For now, at least, Jason was free and had a captive although he doubted the woman's life was worth much to them.

After a while he got dressed, careful to make sure there weren't any pools or pockets of toxin in the folds of his clothes.

"Your turn," he said to the silent guard. He wasn't sure what state of mind either the toxin or his own lust had left her in. It was with some relief when he provoked a response.

"You bastard," she said in an accent he wasn't familiar with.

"I'm a complete and utter bastard, " he agreed. "Don't forget it. Two choices; I cut your throat now so you can't tell the next set of hunters the direction I left in or you come with me."

Silence.

Jason started to look for the remains of the guard's uniform. Boots were a good start. Trousers with a leg torn off. A shredded shirt. It wasn't much and the shirt would unravel shortly.

"Which is it to be? " he asked her.

"You bastard!"

"Choice one or two? " he asked, tearing up the shirt so it could be rolled into a short length of rope.

The guard sat up, beads of water streaming down her impressively athletic body. "Fine," she said, "I'll go with you."

She dressed in silence, trousers on first and then boots. While having to trek around topless wasn't an immediate problem, and certainly was pleasant to look at, Jason knew the lack of cover would be a problem for the female guard as the planet's weather system was unforgiving.

The torn trousers covered the top half of her legs and exposed the bottom half of one. Jason was aiming for the woods, for food and a place to hide, and once there the trousers might have to be amended.

"Put your arms behind your back. Wrists together." instructed Jason, holding the improv rope made from ruined shirt.