Well Earned Spoils

The whip makes an effective leash, with some electrifying disciplinary options. You wrap the business end of your whip around her cock, looping around the shaft, the nuts, and then the shaft again. Once she's tied off, you give the shock feature a quick test. "HRRNNNNNNN!!!!!" She screams. Yup. Still works. You walk off down the hallway pulling the whip taught. Bellextra tries to follow you but her legs can't take the rest of her body with them. The collar remains magnetized to the wall, forcing the futa to awkwardly bend forward at the neck with her legs far front her body in an effort to ease the pressure off the testes. The arches of her feet tense to give her just a few more inches, as if that will provid some small relief. It's not working out. The whip digs into flesh like red clay and her nuts swell like golf balls as the sadistic chordage tightens.

Bellextra whimpers in a manner you only imagined in your wildest fantasy. Like anything from a dream, you wonder if this is really true. It seems too sweet to be real. Keeping the whip taught, you approach and feel her. The cock throbbing under your smooth grip certainly feels real. You wrap your fingers up and down, teasing, quickly stroking the savage beast. Her eyes go wide and then roll back as you start to twist, your lightest touch swirling along her most sensitive organ. Pain and pleasure battle for supremacy across her neurons. Or maybe they've joined forces and have launched a full frontal **** on her frontal cortex. Either way her eyes roll up into her head and the groan that oozes past her gag is not a conscious one.

Mercifully you demagnetize the collar. The defeated warrior stumbles forward into an open arm grabbing around her waist. It must be a comical site, you manhandling an amazon who probably has a foot on you. Comical and sexy. You spin her around and hold her against you, your bare skin gently sliding against her like silk. In direct contrast to the delicate touch of her back against your bosom, you launch an aggressive reach around that drags her cock kicking and screaming to pleasure town. The whip falls slack now that you hold her close and the blood gushes back inside the denied organ. Where as before you were gentle and tender, you now go fast and efficient. Pale fingers contrast with red dick as you pump her like a crank shaft.

"Mnnn! Mnnn! Mnnn! Mnnn!"

"Hey Bellextra?" you ask, pistoning up and down her organ. "Do you want it?"

"Mmm hmmmm!" She tries to look back at you over her shoulders, her eyes truly wide.

"Tell me you want it."

"'Ah wan' eh'!" She wails around one of your simple field gags you keep on hand these situations. Unfortunately, the ball is only moderately sized. You'll have to find something bigger to gag her with when you get back to the ship.

"Too fucking bad." You send an electric current flowing down the whip. She wails, far more upset about the denied orgasm than the pain, although the pain was probably what made her jump.

"Come on." You tug the leash and pull her away. Half way down the hall you remember something and turn back sharply. Bellextra screams as the sudden change of direction pulls her nuts the opposite way. The datapad. It's all you have to show for your time here and may prove useful. If not, you can take out your frustrations on Bellextra. Snatching it up you **** another 180 degree turn on your agonized prize away, idly shocking her as you go.

It takes you a few tries to navigate the various upturned corridors, but you eventually reach an exit with your captive in tow, a hangar bay that is now permanently sloped. Peaking through an airlock's viewport shows no evidence that either the aliens or Mal's crew are still there. Apparently the locals were happy with their pirate prizes, and who are you to blame them? You shock Bellextra affectionately. There is nothing so satisfying as a hard won ****.

A powerful heave brings you back out into that fresh Hellno air. Woooo! You didn't realize how stuffy it was in there. Or how much you were missing whatever was in the air out here. "Mmmm." It is almost certainly the aphrodesic quality of the plant life, but Bellextra's luscious figure calls. You were planning on denying Bellextra until you got back to the ship, but one whiff is all it takes to drop that plan like an Oo'lick abstinence pledge. For her part, Bellextra's excitement takes off like a rocket. Specifically, a red rocket. She tugs at her nut leash, almost as though trying to get satisfaction from the painful restraint. Well, who are you to deny her? Other than her mistress of course.

You unleash your prisoner, no, your ****, and push her forward with one hand. As she lurches forward, you catch her ass with the whip, making liberal use of the shock function. The squeezable ass ripples as the whip lashes her. "Keep going now." You lick your lips as she obeys, equal parts fear and anticipation in each of her steps. Another whip cracks across the back of her toned thighs, eliciting a cry of agony, or more likely desire. Up ahead is a fallen "tree." Like many of the local flora, this one has tentacles that still seem to have some life in them, in spite of the fact that the trunk has been split at a 90 degree angle. Tentatively the snake-like chords seek out an object of unknown desires. Perhaps Bellextra will appease them?

Grabbing her long pony-tail, you drag the hapless Iah Kuruh to the tree. Unknown senses direct the tentacles to the approaching morsel. Wisely, Bellextra attempts to recoil but you keep a firm grip. As the tentacles in reach latch on and begin to pull her to the tree, you painfully direct your **** to the trunk. She is evidently not a fan of tentacles (a particularly conservative attitude for a girl of the 42nd century, particularly a **** girl) and frantically tries to get away, but with a no small effort and a great deal of whipping, she is "persuaded" to lie down sunny-side up.

The effect is well worth the hassle. The tree makes for a natural bondage bench, and Bellextra's cock making for an inviting seat. The tentacles lash her down so that she lies back against the trunk, unable to rise again. Her legs are individually wrapped by tentacles at the thigh, forcing them apart so she straddles the tree and, most importantly, can't close her legs. Two more hold her fast against the rounded trunk, one above her breasts, one below, each pressing together so her boobs bulge and pulling tight against the tree so she sinks in to the soft alien material. A final tendril loops around her collar and pulls back. With her wrists still locked to her neck, her arms are **** away, as if presenting her tits to you after hiding them away like a game of peakaboo.

And what to do with a **** girls titties? Well there's only one thing to do. Those doughy pillows need some kneading, a task you are more than up for. Setting the whip aside, for now, you **** the red mammaries to bulge around your fingers. You squeeze deep, puffy aereloa glowing purple against crimson skin. The rigid nipple is almost rough against your tongue as you tickle it back and forth. "Mnnnnnnn!" Bellextra closes her eyes and bites down hard as you play with her fun jugs. She constantly tugs against the vines, not trying to get free, but to keep her teat in your mouth as you keep giving it a lick and darting back.

"My Bellextra, that is quite the flagpole you have their," you say tracing your finger down the rigid rod. "Are you trying to raise the white flag?"

"MNNNNNnn!!!!!" She's pleading with her eyes. Begging. Not for pleasure or mercy. Just begging.

"Very well. I accept your surrender." You throw a leg over her waist and slide down her shaft. "Gods!" It's everything you dreamed of and more. Although overwhelming, it is not overpowering, allowing you to enjoy every single spark conducting through your nerves. There is an explosion in your chest as endorphins bombard your system. There was something pithy you had in mind, but all you can mange to say is "OHH!" To make up for the quality of your sexual banter, you make up for it in quantity, as you scream the same word over and over again as you push yourself back and forth on the crimson sex toy.

Bellextra can only cry in humiliated joy as you gyrate up and down her pelvis, your pubic mound rubbing hers raw. It is so delightful how she struggles. Or maybe she's trying to fuck you back? If so, well done on her. The constant arching and bowing of her back makes the perfect counter point to your own lustful grinding. Her breasts are squeezed by the two tentacles like flattened mooga melons, too delicious to ignore. With a satisfying slap you strike them so they jiggle like pudding.

It takes a titanic effort of will, but you suppress your orgasm without slowing down. You have something that will make it sooooo much more climactic. After you remember your vocabulary of course. "What did yoooooooou-" you stop to groan as she manages shift her angle. Somehow you recover after her tip tickles your vaginal wall. "What did you promise me?" Sharply you inhale. "When you had me Ahhh-at that tree? Merciless-OH! Sadism." It burns sooooo good continually denying yourself. You ride the rampaging fral-bull that is your pending orgasm like its the rodeo. "Was that it?"

She screams and nods, her every muscle straining with the effort of taking your pussy. "Do you want the same deal?" The nodding gets even more violent, the tentacles holding her down stretching with the effort of containing the sex nova. "Cum if you want the same deal Bellextra!"

It's impossible to say for sure, because you both came at precisely the same moment, but your pretty sure the pressure from Bellextra's release shot you a few inches into the air, only to slide back down her excessively lubed love pole. If you were thinking straight, you would probably get out of there immediately because your shrill voice could probably be heard from the Breaker. With hostile aliens about, mimicking an Oo'lick mating screech, is a risky action indeed. Who the fuck cares right now though?