Long Shot

“Is it supposed to be making that noise?”

“Yes.” Bellextra slaps your hand away for what must be the tenth time.

“It’s just that I feel that we’ve passed that tree before. The one with the weird spirally branches and pretty flowers?”

“That’s every tree on this planet. Just because we've doubled back twice now doesn’t mean we’re doubling back now.” She could be right, but that tree still looks familiar to you. Supposedly the box that Bellextra is tinkering with can detect rare elements only found in hyperspace drives. So far, it only seems to be able to take you back to where you started along a very scenic route. It’s not like you have anything better to do than wander around the wet, alien, sex forest, but still.

“I just feel that we could be making more efficient use of our time, that’s all.”

“Like what?”

Hogtie you and then pull your nuts tight with a chord until they turn purple, you do not say aloud. Since betrayal is considered a mutually acceptable course of action, morally there nothing stopping you from just cutting your losses. Not that you've ever let a little thing like morality get in the way of what you want, particularly when it came to sexy little things like Bellextra. The two of you have been following the strange readings of that device for an hour now and those plant pollens are really getting your engine running. It's not like this is getting you anywhere. The only thing you have to show for your efforts is a sneaking suspicion that Bellextra doesn’t actually know how to use that thing. It is looking more and more like you might need to exercise the treachery option before Bellextra does. You casually thumb a tentacle grenade.

“Maybe we could find one of the pirates to interrogate and see if they know anything?”

“While I do love a good interrogation, we don’t know where the pirates are, and I doubt they have any better idea about the cruiser’s location is than we do.” She climbs over a fallen tree. Even though it’s trunk is snapped, the vines still have some life and make a half hearted attempt to ensnare the two of you. “Besides, we’re almost there.”

Sure you are. It’s been a long day. The cruiser seems less and less appealing in the face of continued failures. Bellextra on the other hand, is looking very desirable. The light glares off her smooth, rain slicked skin, highlighting her magnificent curves. During the fight, her shield generator was crushed under the massive foot of the squid rex. The hardest thing about taking her is gone. Well… she turns a little, putting her blood sausage on full display as she tries to get a bearing with the infuriating scanner. Maybe not the hardest thing.

It would be so easy. A quick double tap to her shapely rump, one blast to each cheek, sending the red bitch into shaking convulsions. Even better, you could whip snare your new toy's cock and balls. Correction, your cock and balls. Once the cruel device is wrapped around the meaty shaft and swinging nuts, you could activate the stun setting. If that doesn’t drop Bellextra, nothing will. That power gauntlet is going to have to come off somehow but you can surely manage that. Maybe a close range EMP burst? You’ve been saving those grenades for a special occasion and nothing seems as special as an Iah Kuruh bondage slut right now.

Your sodden pussy aches at the thought of Bellextra strapped to a tree. Her luscious sex bits hanging out, pleading to be whipped. Each strike making breasts wiggle and her dick flag up and down. How long would it take Bellextra to beg you to fuck her? She’ll take a long time to break that’s for certain. Best not to give her the option of defying you. Just gag her and fuck her however you like, whenever you like. She’ll need to be taken down a peg or ten, and what better way to do that than pegging? There will be plenty of time for that once you drag her, preferably by her dick, back to the Breaker.

Your hand is on your holster, your eyes are on her ass. There is a sizzle from the machine.

That’s it. “Okay, there is no way that sound-” Bellextra slams you to the ground.

This fucking bitch! You were going to betray her, not the other way around. This is so embarrassing. The cold metal glove locks your jaw and muffles your screams. If you can reach your gun…

“Shh, shh, shh,” she whispers, holding your reaching hand away from the pistol. “Up ahead, to the right.” Slowly and carefully, she releases you. Taking a moment to glare daggers at her, you reluctantly turn your gaze.

Sure enough, just visible through the glaring lights and the rain, is one unhappy looking pirate. Her clothes are very chic; really selling the whole badass spacer look. The effect is somewhat ruined by the fact her outfit is clearly not water repellent. She miserably tries to pull a jacket that was never meant to cover more than her chest down across her midrift. The fuck-me tight denim jeans excel at showing off her ass, but don’t keep out the water. Her violet hair, shaved on the left side to show a syndicate gang tattoo, is plastered to her right temple and cheek. It’s funny. No matter where you go in the galaxy, pirates never seem able to dress for the weather.

“I thought I picked up her scent a mile back, but I couldn’t be sure. It came and went, but when the wind shifted, I knew they would lead us to the crash.”

“I see. So the noises the machine was making were completely ordinary? It’s been leading us to the crash site the entire time?” You shake off her arm that pulled you to cover.

She ignores the questions. “Can you hit her from-” Your stun bolt is already down range and knocks the pitiful pirate into the mud. “-here.”

You resling your rifle. “Well it's a good thing you're fond of interrogation, since it’s clear that thing doesn’t work.”

“It works,” Bellextra says too emphatically. “This is just an extra bit of intelligence for us to work with.”

“Right.” Together the two of you advance on the collapsed corsair. “So how you want to handle this? Good cop, bad cop?”

“Cop?”

“You know. A police woman. Someone who enforces laws.”

“Oh, right laws. This is one of those **** species things isn’t it? Like tipping?”

“No-wait, does your species not have laws?” There are other questions, like "how does your society actually work?" or "don't you know **** waitresses don't make a living cum-allowance, you cheap ass bitch?" Unfortunately the stun bolt is starting to wear off and there is simply not enough time to unpack that statement. Her squirming has slowed down quite a bit and you really want to give her something else to squirm about. “Nevermind. Just, follow my lead.”

The pirate groans as you two pull her arms wide and tie her between two trees. By the time her legs are equally splayed, she’s using her freshly regained motor control to vigorously test the strength of her bonds. You gave her quite a bit more wiggle room than usual; enough that she can actually bend forward if so compelled. It was fun to watch her struggle and for what came next, it would be useful if she could get into the appropriate position.

“Hi.” You stroke your whip. “What’s your name.”

“Frag you bitch!”

“Very articulate,” says Bellextra dryly. A buck knife the size of her dick appears in her hand. The ropes holding your toy creak as she throws herself away from the demoness before her. Chrome fingers grips her neck as securely as any collar. “Don’t move.” She whimpers but other than a quick wince as the cool blade slides against her skin she remains lock still as Bellextra methodically and precisely cuts off every stitch of clothing. All that is left are her muddy thigh high boots. It’s a shame their not heals, but at least they are a black leather and hug her toned thighs snugly.

“Let’s try that again.” This time you let the lash hang free. Ready to strike.

Suddenly recalling she was supposed to be a badass. “The name is Tamra, and all I’m going to say is lick my pussy.”

“We’ll keep it on the table. Where are you friends? Don’t you know this is a dangerous, sex-infested, jungle of insanity?” She tries to answer before the whip cracks an inch from her, forcing what was probably another crude explicate laden retort into a much more appropriate and concise flinch. “A little girl like you could get really hurt.”

Bellextra advances with a slow deliberate purpose. Justifiably, the pirate was far more scared of Bellextra than the whip. Which was fine as long as she was more scared of the person holding the whip than Belllextra. Red fingers slide gracefully into violet hair before locking into a fist like a bear trap. Not bothering to look the trembling woman in the eye Bellextra breathes deeply, inhaling her scent. The red devil smiles and whispers something you don’t hear into her ear. Whatever it was, Tamra jumps back as soon as released and her wide eyes dart from you to Bellextra.

“Where are your friends Tamra?” You don’t rush her. Pattering rain fills the silence as you stare at her with a hungry smile. Like a vulture sensing the inevitable, Bellextra circles the prisoner. Terrified trembles send water droplets shaking from the unshaven side of her scalp tumbling down smooth skin.

“I think they’re that way.” Sensing your displeasure, she moves on. “I mean, that’s the first direction I came from.” Her head whips back to look behind her as Bellextra caresses her side down to wear it meets the thigh.

Crack! Crack! “Look at me Tamra.” Tamra screams as your whip leaves two crimson lines across her chest. “I don’t care what Bellextra does to you, you look at me.” The poor bitch tries to follow your orders and try and find out what Bellextra is getting ready to do to her ass and fails at both. Only the sound of your whip can be heard over her screams before she finally calms down enough to focus on your commands. “You said you were a scout. Find anything good?”

“No!”

“Then I guess we don’t need to feel bad about what we’re about to do to you. Your captain supposedly hates failure and he is waaaay more sadistic than either of us. So whatever we do to you, it's still not going to be the worst part of your day.” Almost gently you swing the whip back and forth across her nipples. You hold a short length of the coil, no more than a foot, and swing it back and forth hypnotically. Tamra is certainly having a hard time keeping her eyes away. The tip is no more than a whisper's distance from sensitive nipples that have gone hard enough to cut glass with arousal. “What did you find slut?” The pendulum whip does not stop.

Tamra's resolve waivers and she diverts her eyes to see how close the whip is getting to her heaving bosom. Bellextra takes hold of her hair and forces her to look at you. How appropriate that she is enforcing your edicts. “No, really I-” she winces at the tip just brushes her soft flesh. “There’s uh, some aliens that way! Locals." You stop. "I was going to tell the captain not to go that way.” She licks her lips as you cross your hands behind your back and bend forward at the hip. The whip hangs behind you like a stinger.

“Hmmm. That’s strange. We just ran into some and they were the other direction. Were they big strong strapping lads and lasses?” Stepping forward you inspect the impotent informant. Her breathing is definitely picking up, although its hard to say if distress or arousal is the cause. Either way, you love what it’s doing to her chest. Her breasts sway like bells, silently ringing out in the night. Down the perfect inverted V of her legs drips droplets that could very well be rainwater. “Kinky primitives with lot’s of rope?”

She nods frantically. “Were they well endowed? Like Bellextra here?” Obligingly Bellextra’s mushroom slides between the folds of her lips. Tamra moans. You switch gears.

“How long have you been here Tamra? One hour? Two? Have you lost track? I know I have.” You enjoy the weight of a soft titty in your hand. “All these funny smells on the planet, really gives a girl ideas, you know what I mean?”

“She does,” answers Bellextra who has begun rocking against the bound pirate. Strings of Tamra’s precum connect Bellextra’s cock to the girls cooch. For her part, Tamra can only nod in agreement.

“So it wouldn’t surprise me Tamra, if you found yourself a little heated at the sight of those muscular hunters. I know I thought about the nasty things they were going to do to me if I got caught. Did you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. In a futile attempt to find Bellextra’s cock, Tamra has stuck her ass as far back as her ropes allow. But the naughty Iah Kuruh has pulled it away and is stroking herself, enjoying Tamra's desperation and denied pleasure.

“You thought of those big, thick, snow white cocks, filling you up?”

“Yes, please. I want it. I want the dick!”

“Dumb bitch,” you say shaking your head. CRACK! Curving strikes slash into Tamra’s chest and toned stomach. The slack in the rope gives her the illusion that she can try to evade. Bellextra immediately corrects her. She forces her forward so that the ropes go tight, her iron arms stronger than any bonds you have. Tamra cries out as her chest is pushed up and out and her ass is lifted by Bellextra. The slack in the rope is removed and her limbs strain futily to shift the tanned skin away from your blows. “You are not a good fucking liar.” You have to yell to be heard over her screaming.

“There’s two ways we can do this sweetheart. The way that is pleasant for me and painful for you or the way that is pleasant for both of us.” Her feet are lifted in the air as Bellextra lifts, all of Tamra's weight hooked on Bellextra's fingers. “I know when you’re lying to me. Do it again if you’re some worthless little pain toy.” A firm believer in emphasizing your points, you lay a snap right above her clit, causing her to scream in terror.

“I don’t think you want that though, do you. How many times have you stopped to rub one out, huh? I know what you want. Me and Bellextra here, we feel the same way. I know if it were me where you are, at the mercy of two delicious dommes who had just strung me out, I’d be begging for some dick in me. In fact, when this is done, I’m probably going to put that meat tenderizer Bellextra's packing inside me. Do you want that in you?”

“Yes! Please yes!”

“If you really want the dick, you fucking tell us what you found.”

For a few second she looks like she might hold out. But not for long. “Ah, shit! I found it alright! I found the cruiser!” That stops everyone dead in their tracks.

For either a minute or an hour your brain is somewhere else. “Say it again.” You speak softly. Almost pleadingly. You want to hear it again.

“I found the cruiser.” Tamra gulps. When you approach suddenly she winces back towards Bellextra. She is fucking adorable, her panicked face nestled between those tits that shine like sunsets.

“Again.” discarding the whip, you rub the tips of your fingers against both of your clits.

“I found the cruiser.” Her voice is barely a whisper as you extract the truth from her.

“Where?” Not since you left Bellextra screaming in a canyon have you heard that much emotion in her voice. It was hungry, needy, but most of all, excited.

“Two clicks north. You follow the ravine over there. It’s gonna look like your cresting another rise, but that’s the lip of the crater the thing made when it touched down.” She breathes in heavily. “Please. You’re right, I’m losing my ovaries over this shit. Just-Arrrrrgh! I’ve told you what you want! Please!”

“Shhhhhh.” You put one finger against her lips and lean in for the deepest kiss you have had in a minute. When you pull away, Tamra’s heavy breaths follow you. At your nod, Bellextra forces the pirate forward while pulling up on her hips. With a elated groan, Bellextra slides inside puffy pussy lips.

“Worth it!” Tamra screams.

“I’m glad you think so.” You slide your zipper down, revealing the canyon between the hills of your chest. Down past the flat plains of your tummy. All the way down to the valley between your legs. Your free hand forces Tamra’s head forward. “Stick your tongue out now.” Bent over by one goddess with another offering her ambrosia, Tamra was not one to refuse.