A Dick Measuring Contest

"I hope you're religious," Swanna says as she starts to unbutton her pants, "because you are about to worship my pussy."

"Now let's just talk about this-" you stammer out. The only thing you can focus on is that one of the pirates had reached a hand down your unzipped flightsuit and is working on making an already wet pussy emulate the ocean.

Swanna laughs. "There's nothing to talk about. You're just going to beg and make excuses. I can't think of a single reason to listen to you." She hooks her thumbs into her waist band.

“I can,” Bellextra steps around the corner. Your red goddess looks more magnificent than ever. Of course, that could just be that your prone position gives you a perfect view of her lusty cock. You shake your head. By the end of this, either you'll be her **** or she'll be yours.

Swanna opens her mouth to speak, the closes it. Another try. Nothing. Even though you'd rather have Bellextra come out on top here as opposed to Swanna (of course you'd rather top both, but that's another matter) you feel some sympathy for her confusion. You can still hear the pirates in your ear bud begging for support. “I have two sergeants on the line cussing their lungs out because you are blasting your way through my crew on the other side of the ship.”

“Yeah… Good times that.” Bellextra smiles like the cat who ate the canary. “But, it was getting time consuming, so I figured I’d try something different. I hacked into your comm network and just played a loop of the comms log so you couldn’t track me easy. Turns out me ass **** one batch of pirates sounds pretty much like me ass **** anything else so I guess you didn’t notice.”

Another jaw drop. One more. Finally Swanna manages “You can do that?”

“Sure, if I can get into your system. I made one of your butt cunts log me in. I told him that I’d leave his holes in the same shape I found them if he logged me in and gave me computer access. After that, I just headed to the hangar where Natalia’s ship is.” Shiny white teeth stand out brightly against a beautiful red face as she grins proudly. "I still **** him of course."

“I told you there were bigger problems than me.” Of course that doesn’t mean your not a problem. Wrenching both hands from the distracted pirates grip, you shoot out closed fists, right to their nuts.

To her credit, Swanna seems to have learned her lesson. Realizing that the distraction caused by your escape is the one advantage she may have, she pulls a energy sword out of nowhere and cuts through the concussion projector. You tumble away from the conflict, hoping to escape, but drawing your whip if you need to fight.

Bellextra laughs as she grabs Swanna in power gloved hand. With less effort than when she threw the bola, she tosses the hapless pirate damsel at you. There is an “oof” from Swanna as collides with you, knocking you to the floor. Before you can rise again, Bellextra has fired the energy weber. Yellow and green energy locks the limbs to your’s and Swanna’s body. Pain and pressure dance across your nerves as your captor advances, dangling manacles. In spite of your predicament, or perhaps because of it, your eyes are drawn to her bitch breaker of a dick.

She inhales deeply and lets out a long sigh. “I’ll give you this much Natalia. I have not had this much fun in a long time. Honestly, I'm not even mad anymore. And all this for such a magnificent payoff! I get new slaves and a Federation Explorer in the bargain. Tonight, I will have the most advanced technology known to any of the sentient species I’ve encountered, and three new slaves to break in. It will be a good sleep.”

“As a general rule, new slaves aboard my ship don't sleep for a few days." Restricted as you are, you cannot see the new comer, but his voice radiates hatred and contempt. "I promise, for the next week, there will be only **** and pain for you.”

A moment later, you can move again as Bellextra redirects the energy weapon to the power armored Malicious Mal. The energy weber is great for capturing lone or closely clustered damsels like Swanna and yourself, but it barely slows the metal man. The armor is a custom job, clearly the product of vanity as much as war. It’s been modeled to resemble a nude muscled man, with all pieces of anatomy perfectly matching idealized versions of their biological counterparts. One hand holds a power maul, the other a boarding shield The only liberty that has been taken with the human form (aside from what you assume are some exaggerations regarding size) is the shoulder mounted cannon. A high pitched whine and a glowing red barrel forewarn you of it's first blast.

Blinking the light shadows out of your eyes, you catch the last trances of energy dissolved by Bellextra's shield. In response, the under-dressed Iah Kuruh drops the weber and pulls a revolver larger than a shotgun from one of the holsters on her hip. She fires a shot that ricochets off Mal's artificial pectoral. Grinning at the prospect of a real challenge, the amazonian hermaphrodite readies her axe and charges. Their melee sends sparks flying as they devastate the hall around them. "Swanna," the captain booms, "stop the bounty hunter!"

Son of a- The both of you stand next to each other on shaky legs still recovering from the energy weber. Turning just in time, you see Swanna pulling out her blaster. The logical thing to do would be to pull out your own weapons. Your hands have other ideas. Without thought they both launch forward, latching onto Swanna's arm as she tries to pull her pistol. Using her own body as a fulcrum, you throw the shapely pirate down the hall. The gun goes flying and she scrambles to retrieve it. Her hand reaches forward, and stops just shy as your whip wraps around her leg. "Gotcha bitch." You give the whip a sharp pull, drawing the pirate further away from the weapon on her belly. An easy snap of your wrist and the whip is recoiled.

Like any half decent pirate, Swanna has a back up gun. She spins onto her back to shoot you. It is a futile effort; your whip has already knocked it out of her hands and your own pistol is on her, dissuading her from further acts of defiance. She puts her hands behind her raven hair in surrender. A smile creases your face as the act of submission pulls her jacket apart and bares cinnamon colored breasts. The perky flesh heaves from the exertion of combat. "You're not bad," you concede. You activate the stun setting on your whip and bring it down for a final strike.

An explosion behind you reminds you that you have other problems. As much as you would love to bring Swanna along with you for some much needed punishment, there are two gladiators fighting over who gets to **** you. You should probably leave.

"Bounty hunter!" Mal's call is punctuated by the clash of Bellextra's axe burying itself in his durametal shield. "I will give you all the riches you desire if you aid me now. You will never want for slaves or gold. You can call it a bounty if you want. Double the one on Melodia. I'll even let you keep this dick-cunt."

No self respecting bounty hunter would leave without considering that offer. You've never heard of a bounty so big. You could retire. Take Melodia and Bellextra to some pleasure world, build your own dungeon and just **** your subs for days on end. That is the goal right?

Bellextra snarls as she fires the pistol point blank into the pirate king. Captain Rhodes is probably the most feared man in the galaxy right now. Justly so. The man had a whole deck set aside for ****, and he some how managed to find something even worse to do to his prisoners. It's probably a mistake to piss him off.

"Captain Rhodes," you say in your most professional voice. "Thank you for your most generous offer. I regret to inform you, that other obligations prevent me from accepting. Also, I broke your favorite toy. Completely destroyed it beyond any hope of repair actually."

"YEARARGHH!" The pirate slams his shield into Bellextra. The slab of metal pins half her body against the wall while the shoulder cannon glows red. Unfortunately for Captain Rhodes, he didn't pin the arm with the axe. Just as the whining reaches it's highest pitch, Bellextra's axe splices the thing into. The resulting blasts knocks both combatants back.

Before you seize the opportunity to escape you call back to Bellextra. "Take him down like you did my robot!"

"Hah!" A red avatar of lust and **** charges into Captain Rhodes, buying you time to escape. You stop just long enough to give Swanna an extra stun strike before sprinting to freedom. Making an enemy of Malicious Mal Rhodes is one more thing you can add to a large list of mistakes. But in the moment, it felt right.

Finally you reach doors to the hangar. Putting both hands on your knees, you pant for a minute. It’s been a day; you’ve been warp jacked, molested, nearly brain wiped, had to play dead, captured (at least twice, you lost count), shot at, and to top it all off, you lost a ****. That’s what bugs you most. Sure, you were initially against taking Alexa, but between watching that tight ass run around the ship, fingering her silky slit in a storage locker, seeing her tits bulge as the bola wrapped around her chest, and just getting so close to the hangar with her was warming you up to the idea. Oh well. No use crying over lost slaves.

Tapping the controls, you open the door to find the Turnk fucking Alexa. Alexa’s legs are wrapped as far around his gargantuan torso as they can be. With the door open, her screams pierce your ears as the two massive shafts violate her front and back. She takes a breath as the Turnk stops mid thrust to stare at you.

“Huh,” you both say at the same time. A shot his knee causes the brute to stumble forward and release his double barrelled cock sheath. Alexa falls flat on the floor in an undignified yet still sexy manner. You quickly double-tap him right in his face before he can retract his head. The green mountain falls backwards. Alexa lies in a puddle of cum at his feet.

“Having fun without me I see. I’ll add that to the list of things to punish you for.” You grab her by one leg and drag her to the Breaker.

“‘Ah’ ‘ieh’ Aih oo’?” the **** asks through her gag.

“I’m still making up the list.” The adrenaline that has propelled you since escaping the adjustment room has run its course, replaced by exhaustion. In spite of that, you whistle a merry tune as you board your ship.