Seduction you weren't expecting

The rest of the day is as dull as Irk's pecker. His arrival home was uneventful. He gave you only a token fingering while releasing you. You and the Oo'lick prepared him a meal and serve him (not in the fun way; he doesn't even dress you in sexy outfits). A bowl of nutrient slop is placed on the floor for you to share with your co-****. In spite of both your spankable rears held high in the air throughout the meal, you eat the meal without harassment. As consolation, you lick the splattered paste form the Oo'lick's face pretending it's cum.

Tonight, Irks mixture of foreplay and ego stroking is a moaning dance off. He puts on some Gas Bag music that sounds somewhere between an accordion made out of plastic bags and an elephant having a slow motion heart attack.

It is your full intention to let the Oo'lick win (you still can't stand the stench of your supposed master's breath). The trick is to look like you are trying but repeat yourself as much as possible and never quite match the Oo'lick's passion, something that your not sure you could do even if you tried. You pretended to stare longingly at Irks stump while drifting your hands up and down your nude body. However, your eyes steal glances of the stacked alien gyrating beside you. Her harness jingles as she cups her blewbs, presenting them to Irk, nipples pointing directly at him. The Oo'lick purrs like a cello while pinching and rolling her erect nipples. Her wonderful chest is thrust back and forth.

Your hands slide down your flat belly on their way to your swaying hips. You imagine caressing the Oo'lick's soft skin, the feel of her quivering flesh and the harsh leather of her harness as you tease her. A moan of genuine arousal escapes your lips, when she bends forward dangling her delicious tits and jutting her butt out. You could watch that jiggling ass for hours. The desire to run your hand up the inside of her thigh (like you are doing to yourself) is nearly overpowering. Drawing a finger up just beside her slit, would make her whimper with anticipation.

There is a face wincing jolt through your collar. "Ah, ah, ah," Irk smugly corrects. "Tally, who does your cock socket belong to?"

Your wayward fingers leave your pussy. Looking down to hide your annoyance, you answer "You, master."

"And did I give you permission to touch it?" he asks through a repulsive grin.

"No sir." You're going to find an extra tiny shock cage to lock him in. As annoying as humiliation is, you'd be much less frustrated if he humiliated you more. Either way, this half-assed shit needs to stop.

"It looks like my little blue bunny is going to win again. You had better try extra hard to get this extra hard meat," he adds proudly pointing to his pathetic lump. He takes a small bowl out of a drawer in his nightstand. "Get creative with these." It is filled with what look like metallic clothes pins.

The Oo'lick's slender hand is in the bowl before yours. You were going to let her win. but damn, is she fast. She already has a line of three pinching the tender tit flesh below her right nipple before you get your first one on. By the time you have a five pointed star of shiny clothespins encircling one nipple, she has another line under her left breast.

The slutty Oo'lick seems intent on winning. For every cool metal clip you apply to yourself she adds another, sometimes two. Your naughty co-**** is indeed creative with the gentle nibblers. Not just applying the chrome decorations to her breasts, she draws aesthetic lines over her blue belly and thighs, even putting two on her tongue. You get sadistic pleasure knowing her drive to one-up you means she is effectively punishing herself at your command. Without regard for the pain you're inflicting on yourself, you redouble your efforts, just to see her wince.

Her moans, though warped by clips on her extended tongue sound as musical as ever. The perfect blue creature sways like a siren, never stopping her seductive movements as she adorns her body. The peak of her dance was when she 'accidentally' dropped two clothespins. You had thought she would use her clumsiness as an excuse to bend over and let Irk spank her ass. Instead, she squatted, spread her pussy lips with one hand, and put one of the fallen cool clamps on each side of her clit.

You let the stacked alien dance closer to Irk when he beckons both of you forward. This was partly so he was guaranteed to pick her but mostly so you could watch her ripe tush twerk as she rubbed her tits together for Irk.

While the blue succubus ground her hands against her body and her body against Irk, some of her clothespins spring off with a pop. One she caught with deft fingers. Then, after extending her perfectly proportioned rump and spreading those glorious cheeks, she clamped it right on her purple rosebud.

So mesmerized by her display, you almost missed Irk announcing her the victor entitled to an unfulfilling romp with him. "Help her get those clips off," he added, talking to you, "and get her cleaned up."

You reach for a clamp, but receive a quick slap from the beautiful Oo'lick. "No," she corrects, "Master didn't say you could use your hands."

"Huh," Irk looks away from the winch built into the bedroom of every Syndicate prefab. "Yeah, that's right. Use your mouth, ****."

You eagerly oblige. It would be dull to just nip off each of her chrome decorations, so you hook your tongue under the ones clinging to her heavenly rack. This means some of the clothespins try to grab your tongue before jumping off, but you get a taste of her pinched tit-flesh. The clamps snuggling next to her clit you give gentle twists before removing. Irk told you to clean her up, so you suck some of the fluids from her soft folds, earning a melody of moans. In your unexpressed fantasies, you hope the salty moisture you taste is for you. Then you crawl between those elegant legs and strum the lucky clamp nibbling her anus with your tongue until it snaps off. Your tongue stays there, probing deeper until its tip barely tickles your co-****'s sensitive ring.

Irk interrupts your anal teasing when he is done messing with the winch. He cuffs the Oo'lick's hands behind her back hooks them onto the winch cable. Laying, stump-cock up, the slug beckons her forward. As she gingerly climbs atop his hill of a body, Irk presses a button, raising her wrists into a strappado (because that's the only bondage Irk knows). You stand out of the way to watch.

Her sky-blue beauty is radiant next to Irks blotchy form. Kneeling and straddling him, she brushes her moist slit over his blunt pecker. Her tits sway as she positions her sex lips on either side of his little dick. It is wide, so the gasps she makes as her pussy is spread by his member might be real. Her cunt lips go a little farther down and spread a little wider with each decent, leaving behind glistening juices.

When she picks up speed, Irk grunts and burbles like an ancient hyperdrive. His grubby hand spanks her a few times, sending subtle ripples across her suple yet firm butt. He's so focused on her, you're able to sneak a finger into your pussy. The way her harnessed flesh twists atop him is beguiling.

After a minute of strappado cowgirl, Irk's sausage fingers wrap around the Oo'lick's bouncing breasts. Via her tits, he dictates a furious speed to ride him. His grip is rough enough that you almost wish you were in her place. He yanks her down hard, thrusts as deep as he can, and gurgles like a garbage masher as he shoots his sperm pellets into her. Unfortunately, the Oo'lick didn't climax (something you know is common for Irk's sexual partners), so you missed the entrancing ograsmic notes she hits while cusping her sexual peak.

Exhausted from watching his **** do all the work, Irk does a half-assed job of tying the two of you together. After securing you in a loose hogtie, he binds the Oo'lick spread eagle to the floor. You are lazily tossed on top of the blue ****, one of her spread legs nestled between yours. A very pleasant position especially since Irk's uncharacteristically creative foreplay has left you hornier than you'd like to admit. Bilious fingers cram a ring gag into your mouth and connect it to the boob portion of your blue mattress's **** harness. Once finished, The potato stumbles into bed and falls asleep, leaving you alone with the Oo'lick.

Despite the comfy nature of your predicament, you decide to stay awake as long as possible savoring that purple nipple. After escaping, you doubt you'll find anyone with slut-murmurs as exquisite as hers. You're going to miss her.

Her bondage isn't very tight and she is able to gently grind her knee into your pussy, and one hand must have been left free because she also pets you, "I love you're hair," she soothes inbetween moans, "so full of passion." Her fingers caress you're shoulder and travel down you're side. Her tone places you in a relaxed bliss that is incomparable to anything you can remember. In a voice softer than Alerian silk, she asks "Are you trying to escape?"

You mostly control your panic, but vehemently swish your tongue side-to-side over her nipple (universal tongue language for no). You follow it up with an old fashioned head shake that makes her firm breast jiggle in its harness.

"Shhh," she whispers, "you can't fool me." Getting ahold of yourself, you suck hard and deep swirling your tongue while you think of a plan. "Shy'loo'ly" She squeals in her native tongue. You think it's either an expletive for a holy miracle or she is asking you to pass the shark. (The Oo'lick have a complex language that involves a surprisingly large amount of shark references.) When she somewhat regains her composure, she moans out "I won the last four nights with our master. A good **** would be in a mess, trying to chew my nipple off in a jealous rage. Instead you're, ahhhhh." Apparently she really likes the feel of a tongue swirling around her nipple. "Goddess," she giggles, "instead you're doing things like that."

To show her you can't bite down, you press your teeth into her tender flesh as much as the ring-gag allows.

"Mmmfff," she whimpers, "stop trying to distract me." Her hand caresses your ear. "Look, Master doesn't suspect anything, and I won't tell him. I'll even help you if..." your heart is pounding as her whispers grow even quieter. "... if you take me with you."

Possibilities storm your mind. You could escape and stay with this amazing creature, but what of the risk? This could be a ploy. Foiling a ****'s escape is a good way to become head of the harem. This **** clearly loves this life style; you don't know why she wants to escape. In fact, this is the longest conversation you've had with her. You don't even know her name.