You don't like where this is going...

“Ok, ok, please, I can tell you guys mean business, just… umm… let me off and I’ll tell you whatever you ask,” You say, your panic only exaggerated, not feigned.

“Let’s hear what you have to say, then we’ll see if you get the full treatment or not…” K’real said, with unguarded humor in his voice.

“Fine, I’ll tell you what you want, please, just… no more. My father and I are bounty hunters. We came here to hunt an Issyphian names Typhus. We thought the planet was abandoned; we don’t care about smuggling at all. You’re not our problem…” You lied about your father being with you, but you knew that they would put two and two together, and your Terrano Anatol was rightly feared the galaxy over. If they thought he was looking for you, they would be much more likely to let you live.

As you were saying this, K’real came around behind Frank so that you could see him. He eyed you skeptically for a moment.

“Go ahead and finish yourself off Frank, she’s lyin. There aren’t too many father-daughter bounty hunting teams, and you match the description. You’re Solara Anatol. Only I’m not terribly concerned about your father showing up, because he’s quite dead. Clever of you to try to raise his ghost, but not clever enough. I’m sure you’re telling the truth about the bounty though, and Trask’ll want to talk to her. We’ll have to bring her with us. Have your fun first though, Frank…”

Furious and embarrassed that your lie had failed, you were determined to fight.
You kicked off the ground as hard as you could, and tried twisting your wrists out of Frank’s grip. However as you raise up, you could feel the bulbous head of Frank’s cock pushing on the inside of the entrance of your pussy. It was like having someone thrusting out of you from the inside, which cause you to gasp and pause in your writhing. Frank wasted no time. Still holding your arms above your head, he pushed you back down with his other hand, and then pulled you back up so that you were once wrapped around the head of his dick.

You continued to struggle, but it didn’t take long before you were to distracted by the novel sex to really fight it. Once Frank sensed that you were no longer fighting him, he let go of your arms, and laid you down on the ground in front of him. Now he was able to just fucking you with the end of his cock, forcing it in then pulling it out. This is more than you can bear, as the effect is like being fucked two ways. Your body starts to tense, and now you’re writing with a tremendous orgasm. Frank chooses the same time to fill you with cum.

With that, you’re body starts to wind down, and relax, but Frank, it seems, is not finished. He leaps forward so that he’s straddling your chest, pushes your breasts together, and starts thrusting his dick between them. In only a few seconds, he cums again, spraying your chest and neck with cum. You were already shocked at Frank’s double orgasm, but then he stepped forward and pulled your head towards his cock. Getting the hint, and too surprised to do anything else, you barely swallow the head before he filled your mouth with cum. Frank finally stepped away from you as you sputtered and coughed up the semen you weren’t able to swallow.

“Goddamn… bloody Telosian’s. I’ve never had any fears about the job I do in the sack until just now. I wouldn’t mind unseeing that, I can tell you. Knock’er out, tie’er up, and throw her in the truck. We should get back.”

With that, you were flipped over and knocked out.

You wake up and you’ve got your hands tied behind your back, but your feet are free. You’re in the back of the grav-truck, but it’s open. You could jump out with your hands still tied, risking injury, or you could just go along and see if you can convince Trask to let you go. Neither option seems hopeful.