Major Craig Myers & Captain Bastian Blake

Dizziness struck as Major Craig Myers stumbled out of the escape pod, he blinked as he staggered away from the pod grasping a tree that seemed to quiver at his touch. Getting his bearings he looked around and saw smoke rising through the trees. He stepped forward cautiously as the dizziness faded.

Captain Bastian Blake coughed as he dragged himself out of the damaged pod, he couldn’t stand as waves of nauseous dizziness overcame him. Brushing sounds came from the trees, Bastian pulled out his plasma gun and aimed it at the trees.

Craig stepped through the trees the smell of acrid smoke stronger now, he looked at the smoking pod then at the gun aimed at him. “Damn, I’m glad to see you Major.”

“Likewise Captain, we need to head to the rally point, the smoke from your pod could help as a signal. The compass says we’re directly west of the rally point, lets get going.”

Bastian hauled himself off the ground and followed Craig into the trees, after only a few minutes they were drenched from the harsh humidity clinging to them. “Those eggheads certainly underestimated the humidity down here,” said Bastian.

“They certainly did Captain, we’ll take a break in fifteen.”

“Sure Major.”

They continued until they saw another smoke plume rising up above the trees. “Captain, we need to make a short detour, there’s smoke over there. Could be another pod,”

“Yes sir.”

They both walked in the direction of the smoke plume, but noticed something different it didn’t have the acrid smell of burnt plastic, but smelled more of wood. Soon enough they reached a break in the trees. Stepping forward they were amazed by the sight in front of them, it was a crackling camp fire with tall muscular women walking around.

They had pale blue or green skin, it shone in the planet’s intense light, Craig looked to Bastian and motioned that they fall back. As they turned to leave a heavy blow caught Craig by surprise as he was tossed to the ground.

Scrambling to react he pulled his gun but was slammed into again knocking him to the ground again, a heavy thud sounded near him as blackness crushed him.

Light filtered through his eyes as awareness filtered back in, a throbbing ache took hold of his head. Craig groaned as he woke, he pulled at his hands but they were restrained, he felt solid warmth behind him. He was tied to a thick post in the middle of a large camp. As his eyes focused he was able to see things more clearly.

The clearly alien women walking around the camp, the large crackling bonfire and the imposing sight of a damaged shuttle craft. Its design was well beyond anything that they could build with their current technology. A soft moan sounded behind him and he knew that Bastian was tied up with him.

“These ropes are too damn tight to even move, we’re stuck here for now. But we need a plan to get out of this,” said Craig as Bastian became aware.

“Well they’re coming with blades, they look like our machetes.”

Craig watched the blue woman walk towards him with his machete, with a tug on the collar of his shirt she sliced the fabric and tore his shirt from him, mirrored sounds coming from behind him.

With fire in his eyes Craig glared at the woman as she sliced through his belt and pants before tearing them away. Then it was only a simple matter of ripping away his boxers, he was now completely naked and exposed to their gazes. The woman surrounded them and studied their hard packed muscles gleaming with sweat. Their short bristle chest hair darkened and flattened against their skin.

Lyrical tones surrounded them as they spoke amongst each other, the leader spoke to them in their language, “These men would make a perfect gift to the queen’s daughters. They’re just as masculine and powerful as our king, the only real challenge is teaching them our language.”

Another spoke to them, “And how to take the ecstasy, we need to start training them now if they’re going to be ready for the princesses when we get back home. It’s going to make all the other royals so jealous, we must found out what planet these fine specimens are from so we may acquire more.”

“A fine idea, let’s get down to the preparation,” said the leader.

Craig watched carefully as they talked between each other, his universal translator was beginning to pick up half of words. It was designed for easy communication through the multiple different languages they needed to deal with at home. It was surprising that it was starting to work on a clearly alien language.

They pulled out a jar of oil from behind some crates, the leader handed out separate small jars. Then they approached them, as soon as the oil touched his skin he groaned. It was hot, it sizzled sending sparks of pleasure through him. His cock started to thicken as the heat and sparks from the oil continued to intensify as they rubbed the oil over his pecs, his abs then his legs. Once they were done oiling his arms he couldn’t stop the ragged moan from escaping him.

Bastian felt like he was on fire as they rubbed and caressed his muscles, he heard the ragged moan came from Craig as fire raced up and down his spine. He groaned as their fingers left him. The tall blue woman with an outlined six pack reached them and sank to her knees. He muttered a curse as he watched her devour Craig’s throbbing cock.

Craig hissed as the Amazonian woman’s hot searing lips closed over his cock and sucked him, slow and sensuously. Her teeth raked over him gently drawing a long moan from him, as soon as his cock leaked some pre-come. She drew back and licked her lips, he thudded back against the post as she walked around to the other side.

Craig’s groans and the knowledge of what the woman was doing to him sent his blood boiling with desire. He moaned raggedly once she came over to him and sank to her knees sliding his throbbing aching cock into her mouth. Adding to the bonfire of the oil searing his skin making him super sensitive.

He gasped, he couldn’t help the noises coming from him, he wished his hands were free then he could press her head further down his cock. He groaned as his pre-come dribbled over her tongue, she leaned back from him and looked into his eyes trapping him. She quickly stepped out of the dress she was wearing and grasped his cock. Sliding him inside of her, he moaned as fire enveloped him, her body was like a furnace as she pressed against him.

Her hands reached around and grasped Craig’s throbbing cock, stroking him with tender caresses. He groans leaning against the pole as another woman approaches them and sheds her dress. She grasps Craig’s cock and pushes him deep inside of her.

Nothing outside of the excruciating bliss existed for them, the bonfire of pleasure burned every last one of their nerves as their hands grasped their sweat slicked muscles searing them with more pleasure as they squeezed and stroked their cocks with slow dragging pushes and pulls. Soon enough they rocked against them faster and harder.

They both thought their heads were going to explode from the intensity of the pleasure, the women screamed as they tightened hard over them. As soon as it was over they pulled back and watched them their unfocused eyes, their harsh breathing and the rivulets of sweat painting their hard muscular bodies.

They still did not have any relief from the burning pressure of the oil, they were both so hard it was agony, every inch they moved drew more fire to burn them. More of the women approached them and brushed their fingers gently and lightly all over their tense bodies making them gasp for breath as the intense pleasure ripped them apart.

They were close to blacking out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure, nobody could ever think of such an ingenious **** method. They continued to **** them with feather light touches, scrapes and caresses that felt like an eternity to them.

Through his pleasure blurred vision, he was so drunk on the sensations now that he didn’t want them to stop. He saw the leader approaching him, she grasped his hips and thrust down on his cock. He screamed as the fire consumed him, her muscles squeezed him tightly milking him until his long denied orgasm was finally brought forward shattering his senses. He howled as the tidal wave smashed through him. Finally the sensations passed and he collapsed limply against the post blackness swimming around him.

Sweat dripped down his face and over his chest and abs as he panted harshly, Craig knew they were stuffed. That unless his unit found them, he were going to be stuck here, drunk on the bliss they brought them. The leader’s fingers brushed over his taut abs making him shudder as she grasped his aching cock and shoved him inside of her.

Every muscle in his body tensed sharply and hard as electric jolts of pleasure burned through him, he moaned deeply as she squeezed and pumped his cock inside of her. She continued milking his cock, scraping her nails over his hot sensitive flesh until he howled like Bastian did, his orgasm tearing through him hot and fast. As soon as it subsided he collapsed against the post, blackness sliding around him.

Bastian awoke to groans as fire prickled over his skin, the bumping and grinding noises were from Craig as he tried to wear the ropes. “This damn oil is a nightmare,” said Bastian. He groaned as fire shot up his arm when he tried to pull on the rope.
Darkness had fallen around while they recovered from their **** state, the oil was still torturing them as every movement sent coursing fire up their veins.

The bonfire in the camp centre gave them enough light to look around, they saw a golden skinned woman walking towards them holding a large wrapped package, no-one else was around. She reached them and pulled out one of their machete’s and sliced through the ropes holding them. She offered the package to them and grinned. She beckoned them to follow her to the trees.