Remain silent

Frank came around the front of you. As you had guessed, he was probably shorter than you, but might weigh twice as much. He was massive, with slightly shorter legs than a human, and longer, thicker arms. He is covered with gray hair, and apparently didn’t feel it was necessary to wear any clothes. Strangely, you could see no sign of genitalia, and you wondered if by some miracle you had been found by a pair of eunuchs. He gave you what you recognize as a lecherous grin, reached down to your collar and pulled open the front of your jumpsuit with a tug.

Your breasts, which had been tightly compressed, immediately popped out of the jumpsuit, earning you a hoot from Frank. Frank pulled the rest of the top down over your shoulders and arms. Frank held your breasts in his hands, and lifted them, looking underneath each one. He lifted your arms and looked there. It apparently wasn’t merely a show, he was in fact checking you for weapons.
You then felt the book on your back again, and you were pushed down on to your belly. Frank moved so that he was standing over you and started pulling the jumpsuit the rest of the way off.

“Only one one spot left to hide a weapon, eh Frank?” K’real said, seemingly content to let Frank finish of the exam.

Frank then pulled up on your hips so that you were on your hands and knees and firmly placed two large fingers in to your pussy.

“She is unarmed, K’real. She has been very quiet. She is not weak. Ask your questions,” Frank said to K’real, then continued to you “woman, if you would survive, you must tell the truth. I will tell you the truth now. I have not known a woman in many weeks. I am going to fuck you, then, if he should choose, K’real will also fuck you. This will happen no matter your answers. However, if your answers satisfy, you may live and go free. Do you understand?”

As he was talking, Frank came around to face you, only now he had one more oversized appendage. His penis had emerged from his torso. Actually, you were pleasantly surprised to see that it was relatively human-like. It was about 8’ long, black and shiny with large, bulbous head. If you squinted your eyes it just looked like a slightly odd shaped dildo.

The truth is that bounty hunting was a dangerous business and looking as you do, you’re no stranger to occasionally getting shafted in hostage situations. You didn’t love it, but you had found that with the right frame of mind, it was tolerable.

However, these men won’t believe a word you say voluntarily, but if you make it seem like you’re about to panic, and make them **** it out of you, they’ll believe anything. It will probably mean getting pretty well fucked, but that beat being pretty well dead.

“I… I… I won’t tell you anything! Do whatever you want, but I won’t give up any information,” you put a little warble in to your voice to make it sound like you’re on the verge of tears.

You took the opportunity to turn to look at K’real, and you were satisfied to see that you were correct about his identity. He was a short, thick man, with white skin, white hair and a white beard. He had a visor over his eyes to protect them from the light. He had on a jumpsuit similar to yours except for being sleeveless.

Apparently getting impatient, Frank put his hands under your arms, picked you up effortlessly, and held you hovering over his cock. He started to lower you down, and you could feel the almost flat tip of the bulbous head of his cock pressing on your labia.

“Who has sent you here? Why are you here? Are you alone?” Frank grunted out a series of questions, and you contemplated what the best answer you could give to the questions would be.

Meanwhile, you bite your lips, shake your head, and lightly struggle against his grip, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing away. Unfortunately, Frank is of the school of disproportionate response, and thrusts you roughly down on his cock till you were sitting in his lap, which causes you to involuntarily gasp a bit. No longer needing his hands to hold you, he grabs your wrists and holds them over your head with one hand.

“Once again, who sent you, why are you here, and are you alone?!” Frank demanded.