Feb 062019
 

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “The Queen Sings a Song Like a White Winged Hawk,” by Royal Astronomers. There are four planets, three of them gas giants. The fourth planet supports life and is closest to the sun.

The technology level of the planet is primitive. There is intelligent life here, but it has not advanced past the agricultural level of beginning civilizations. There are many villages, but nothing resembling a city or seat of government. I do see several maintained plains that could be landing zones for star ships, but they might also serve a decorative or religious purpose.

I intend to contact one of the smaller villages. Once I gauge their level of sophistication, I will prepare them culturally for the Queen’s Navy to conquer them. It won’t take much to impress these simple beings. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: While I indoctrinate the locals, I will also check out their sexual capability. It has been forty-one days since I had my pussy fucked and I plan to get completely plowed by these farmers.

Vaquel Di groaned. A massive headache pulsed behind her temples. Something rough scratched her cheek. Her mouth was open, and drool dried on her lip. A breeze blew across her bare ass, which told her that she was naked. She tried to move and found that she couldn’t. Soft bindings constrained her limbs and held her in place. She was face down on a hard surface with her hands bound to her knees and her ass up in the air. The spread position of her legs left little doubt to why she was tied here.

“What happened?” Vaquel groaned. She felt hungover. Had she been drinking?

It was all a haze. She remembered greeting some aliens. They were taller than her and very stout. All of them were green except for their hair, which was a bewildering variety of colors and patterns. Luckily, they spoke a version of Segoe and Vaquel was able to speak to them. They called themselves the Seed-Walkers, and they appeared to have evolved from plants. At first, they were afraid of her, but when she explained that she was from another solar system, they were extremely happy.

“Maybe a little too happy,” Vaquel considered.

Vaquel pulled on her restraints. They refused to budge. The material was soft and almost silky. When she got out of here, she would have to make sure she took some of the binging material with her.

“What did happen last night?” Vaquel said. She remembered eating a giant plate of fruit. There was a liquid that was better than wine. Some of the bolder Seed-Walkers had asked her about her clothes. She had demonstrated how to take off her spacesuit by using her belt controls. A few of the aliens might have touched her pubic bush.

Did she come? Vaquel didn’t think so. Assholes.

The wind blew again across Vaquel’s bare ass. Small petals from a nearby tree fell on her back. Each petal had a spiky texture and pricked her skin as it landed. The pricks sent shudders up and down her spine.

Vaquel’s sex clenched. A petal landed on a sensitive part of her ass and another shudder went through her body. The bindings creaked as Vaquel wiggled.

“Yeah, I was definitely not fucked,” Vaquel said.

Where was she? Vaquel couldn’t move her head so it was hard to tell. The surface she was on resembled hardened clay. Trees surrounded her. They were similar to the trees surrounding the village. Were the villagers close by or had they taken her far away? She struggled to remember the geography of the nearby area but the thick feeling in her head was making it hard to remember the reconnaissance images.

There was a rustling sound. Vaquel held her breath and listened. There it was again.

“Is someone there?” Vaquel shouted. “Have you come to fuck my helpless ass?” She was trying to sound tough, but it was hard to disguise her eagerness.

The rustling stopped.

“Come and get it, you cowardly bastard” Vaquel yelled. She rolled her hips as best she could in her bent over position. Her buttocks swayed and swiveled.

Instead of rustling, Vaquel heard a groan.

“I hear you!” Vaquel said. “I’ve almost got my hands free, so if you are going to fuck my juicy slut hole, you better do it now”

Vaquel was nowhere near being free, but she counted on her captor not knowing that. The bluff worked. She heard more rustling as something large approached her.

“No, no, no,” a deep voice said. “If you get free, the Overseer will be mad. Please, just stay here and be a good volunteer. The last time the Overseer got mad, no one in the village could stand upright for a week!”

“Volunteer?” Vaquel yelled. “You drugged me!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” the voice said. The Seed-Walker stepped in front of Vaquel as he examined her binding. She was momentarily distracted by the thick phallus swinging between its legs and the bright orange hair covering its scrotum.

“Each village is assigned a special day in the lunar cycle to send out a volunteer,” the Seed-Walker explained. “The Overseer takes our volunteer. If someone does not volunteer, then the Overseer will come to the village and make their displeasure known. When you arrived yesterday, the day before our scheduled volunteering appointment, we saw it as a fortunate event.”

“What the fuck is an Overseer?” Vaquel asked.

The Seed-Walker squatted down. A thick beard of bright orange hair covered half his face. “The Overseer is appointed by the Prober Supreme to watch over our planet. We are not sure of the duties of the Overseer because we only see him on Volunteer Day but considering how thoroughly he reams us when he comes by, its job must be very stressful.”

“Did you say ream?” Vaquel asked. Her ass clenched and subconsciously. “Are you saying that it fucks you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” the Seed-Walker said. “It has eight instruments of penetration. One of the instruments is as thick as a yellow melon, while another is shaped like a cork-screw. Each penis must be satisfied and sometimes they must be satisfied twice. It holds you down with four arms while a fifth one slaps your ass. The entire time it is using you, it licks your ears with its two tongues.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said, both horrified and aroused. “The Overseer is some kind of monster? I thought is was one of you?”

“No, no, no,” the Seed-Walker tutted. “Haven’t you been listening? He was assigned by the Prober Supreme, which means the Overseer was created to serve our needs.”

“Your village needs someone to fuck your ass once a month?” Vaquel asked.

The Seed-Walker was quiet for a moment. “No, no, no,” he finally said. “I don’t understand the actions of the Prober Supreme, but that is because he is much smarter than us. Sadly, he lives far away on the Prime Laboratory Planet, so we can’t just go there and ask him to explain his reasons. He wouldn’t just make a monster that forces us to choose from among ourselves someone to sacrifice each month. I am sure there is a good reason.”

“Yes, the reason is that your people are a bunch of gullible masochists,” Vaquel snapped.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” the Seed-Walker said.

“One thing I don’t get,” Vaquel said. “If the Overseer is so terrible that your village drugged me and offered me up, then what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be safe back at your village?”

“Uh, uh, uh,” the Seed-Walker said. “Okay, I will tell you since you will not come back to our village. The thing is, I like to watch the Overseer use the volunteers. I really like it when they scream from the corkscrew penis.”

Vaquel laughed. “Maybe your people aren’t so masochistic after all. Hey, what’s your name?”

“Quinnover Rab Gorg-“

“Okay, Quinnover is good enough,” Vaquel said. “Listen Quinnover, it sounds like I am about to have a busy day so why don’t you help me out?”

“No, no, no,” Quinnover said. “I am not letting you go. The Overseer will release you when he is done.”

“That’s not I want,” Vaquel said. “To be honest, your Overseer and his eight cocks sounds really nice. I’m looking forward to it. What I am asking is that you prime my pump first. Give me a little foreplay. This Overseer doesn’t seem like the type to make sure I am slick before he starts ramming yellow melon-sized cocks into me. Help get me started so I am nice and wet for him.”

“Really? Really? Really?” Quinnover said. “This isn’t a trick?”

“You picked a fine time to develop skepticism as a species,” Vaquel said. “Yes, really really, really. Grab one of my breasts. If I am aroused, the nipple will be hard.”

Quinnover reached under Vaquel and cupped a breast. His rough hand glided over her sensitive flesh. He found her nipple and give it a few pinches.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Quinnover said. “It is very hard.”

“See? I am looking forward to this,” Vaquel said. “Now touch my slut hole.”

Still holding onto Vaquel’s breast, Quinnover reached around with his other hand. Long fingers pressed down against the damp bush of Vaquel’s pink pubic hair. Sticky desire flowed onto his fingers.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Quinnover said. “It is very hot to the touch. Also, very slick. I do not think you need any more moisture.”

“Oh, but I do,” Vaquel groaned. She grinded against Quinnover’s hand. Back and forth, she slid her damp sex against his fingers.

Quinnover didn’t move his hand away. “Well, well, well,” he mused. “I guess I could help you, but only for a little bit. The Overseer will be here soon, and I need to get back into my hiding spot.”

“Yes,” Vaquel hissed. “Rub my sex with your fingers. Push down hard and grind my lips.”

Quinnover conceded to her request. The farmer’s strong hand pushed hard against her pussy lips. His long fingers were surprisingly nimble as they rubbed in a tight circle.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. Tremors ran up and down her thighs. She rolled her hips as the Seed-Walker stroked. Her brown ass swiveled and danced in the air.

Quinnover released her breast and placed his hand on her buttocks. The giant hand cupped a cheek and squeezed. His powerful fingers sunk into her muscle.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel groaned. “Play with my ass. I am tied and helpless. Do whatever you want as long as you keep stroking me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Quinnover babbled. He bent down and pressed his lips to Vaquel’s ass. His mouth widened and his teeth bit into her flesh. He had a third of her buttock in his mouth.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. There were so many teeth and each of them was as sharp as a needle! The Seed-Walker’s teeth sensitized Vaquel’s ass in an instant.

Throughout it all, the Seed-Walker kept stroking. His wrist bent at unusual angles as he grinded against Vaquel’s sex. Long fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy but stopped shy of entering her.

Vaquel writhed in her bondage. The clay beneath her was hard on her knees and scratched her cheek. She desperately wanted to close her thighs around Quinnover’s hand, but the bindings wouldn’t allow it. Her breasts ached to be touched but the Seed-Walker was ignoring them. Every shudder of her body caused the teeth on her ass to cinch down tighter.

It was glorious.

Quinnover released his bite on her ass. “More, more, more,” he groaned. Leaning across Vaquel’s ass, he bit down on her other cheek.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. He was biting down twice as hard. A hundred pricks stabbed her flesh. Muscles quivered in spasms that were echoed by the clenching of her sex.

Quinover’s hand on her pussy shifted. The slender fingers pushed inside her sex. One finger entered her, followed by a second and then a third. The three fingers lengthened inside her, reaching depths rarely touched by living beings.

“Fuck, yes!” Vaquel cried out. “Get inside that slut hole!”

The fingers slid in and out of her pussy. Each thrust reached deeper than the last. As the fingers pushed, they intertwined around each other to form a single thickness inside her. When the fingers pulled back, they unwound with incredible speed, grinding and rolling against the walls of her sex.

Vaquel was so close. The fingers thrusting and spinning inside of her took her to the edge. The vulnerability of her bound position heightened every sensation. The biting of her buttocks made her aware of every micrometer of her ass. She was ready to explode with orgasmic bliss.

So why hadn’t she? Pleasure simmered within her. What was holding her back? Why hadn’t she climaxed yet?

The fuzzy feeling in her head gave her the answer. It was the drugged liquid from last night. Whatever they used to knock her out was still in her system. It was clouding her libido. She was close, but she couldn’t quite reach the bliss she craved.

“I need cock,” Vaquel said. “Hey, Quinnover, fuck me!”

Quinnover spat out her ass from his mouth. The sudden absence of teeth pricks sent a wave of endorphins through Vaquel. She almost came.

Almost.

“No, no, no,” Quinnover said. He pulled his fingers out of her sex. “I should really be going. The Overseer will be here soon. I need to get back in my hiding spot.”

“Wait!” Vaquel yelled. “Listen to me, you wonderful pervert! I get it. It is really sexy to see a helpless person get fucked. I bet you come so hard from watching it that it lasts you a month, am I right?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Quinnover admitted.

“I know it does,” Vaquel said. “But the only thing better than watching hot bondage sex is doing hot bondage sex. I’m helpless, I’m not from your village and I will never tell anyone your secret. Go ahead and fuck the shit out of me. It might be the only chance you ever get!”

Vaquel waited for answer. The Seed-Walker was quiet. There was a rustling sound and Vaquel’s heart sank. The bastard was going back into the trees!

A wet hand grabbed Vaquel’s hips. A dry hand grabbed her thigh. Something thick and wonderful pressed against her sex lips. It entered her and kept going until her pussy was full.

“Yes!” Vaquel cried. “I knew you had it in you, Quinnover!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Quinnover said and he did. Short shallow thrusts slammed into Vaquel. The collision of hips into ass echoed through the trees. Fingers, wet and dry, sunk into her flesh to hold on.

“Fuck me!” Vaquel cried out. She felt herself pushing through the fog of the drugs towards orgasm. “Fuck my helpless pussy! Tear it up just like you have seen so many times before. Claim that slut hole. You’re my Overseer!”

“Tight, tight, tight,” Quinnover moaned. His hips increased in speed. The thick cock bored through Vaquel’s pussy with desperate urgency.

Vaquel shuddered under the assault. Her neglected breasts jiggled in the air. Juices flew from her pussy as the alien cock plunged in and out.

“Close,” Vaquel whispered.

“Hrh, hrh, hrh,” Quinnover groaned.

“So close,” Vaquel whispered.

Quinnover’s fingers sunk painfully into her hip and thigh.

“So damn close,” Vaquel groaned.

“I, I, I am your Overseer!” Quinnover shouted.

“NO, YOU ARE NOT,” something horrible said.

Quinnover screamed. He let go of Vaquel’s hip and thigh. The wonderful cock inside of Vaquel pulled out in an instant.

“No!” Vaquel screamed. She felt her near-orgasm slip away. “Queen damn it, no!”

“No, no, no!” Quinnover yelled from behind Vaquel. “I am not the volunteer! She is! She is!”

There was a loud grunt, followed by a long scream from Quinnover.

“Damn it,” Vaquel yelled again. She pulled on the bindings around her hands. She shifted forward to pull her foot free. She rocked from side to side to find a weakness. The bindings held her down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Quinnover yelled. “Not the yellow melon cock!”

Vaquel struggled harder.

“Eww, eww, eww,” Quinnover groaned. “It’s licking my ears!”

Vaquel pulled up as hard as she could until the binding around her neck began to choke her.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Quinnover yelled. “It’s spanking my ass with three hands!”

Vaquel whimpered. This was so unfair!

“Hey, Overseer!” she yelled. “Don’t you want to fuck something new! I bet you never had Euphorian pussy before!”

Loud savage grunts answered Vaquel’s offer.

Vaquel humped the air as best she could. “Come on, Overseer! Can’t you see how wet I am? Wouldn’t you rather fuck something wet and hot?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Quinnover yelled. “Now it is fucking my ass with two cocks!”

“Queen damn it!” Vaquel snapped. “You can fuck my ass and my pussy if you want! Fuck, take my mouth too!”

“No! No! No!” Quinnover screamed. “Not the corkscrew!”

“Fuck!” Vaquel screamed. It was no use. The Overseer had made his choice clear.

The fucking continued for an hour. Quinnover screamed in graphic detail about the qualities of each and every cock that reamed his asshole. Vaquel tried tempting the Overseer with wilder and wilder claims about her body but at no point did the unseen monster touch her.

Finally, there was a deafening growl. The trees shook and more prickly petals landed on Vaquel’s back and ass. A hot breath washed over Vaquel that sent shivers down to her pussy. It was followed by a squelching sound as something thick and messy left something ravaged and no longer tight.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” Quinnover groaned.

Vaquel felt Quinnover touch her ankle. The binding quickly unwound from her foot. The rest of the bindings on her body let go as well. In just a few seconds, she was free.

Vaquel sat up. Next to where she was bound was her belt. She grabbed it and put it on. One press of a button and she would be clothed again. Another button press, and she could call her ship for a pickup.

“Help, help, help me,” Quinnover begged.

Quinnover was lying face down in a body-shaped crater. Her ass was a terrible mess. Eight different pungent slimes oozed on his body. There were deep impressions in the grass from where something heavy had been here.

“Take, take, take me back to the village,” Quinnover groaned.

Vaquel crawled over to the Seed-Walker. She grabbed his arm and rolled him onto his side. Quinnover screamed as she rolled him onto his tender ass. She ignored his scream and looked at his cock. It was thick and hard.

“What, what, what are you doing?” Quinnover asked.

“I still need to get laid,” Vaquel said. “And it looks like you are volunteering.”

Vaquel swung her leg over Quinnover’s lap and squatted over him. She guided his thickness into her sex. Setting down, she cried out as his length filled her.

“No, no, no,” Quinnover groaned. His cock pulsed with each ‘no’.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Vaquel said as she rode him. She grabbed her brown breasts and sank her fingers into the soft globes. Her thighs shuddered as she rose and fell on his cock. The wind blew through her sweaty pink hair.

Vaquel climaxed quickly. The drugs had left her system and an hour of listening to the Overseer fuck had kept her ready. She screamed her orgasm and fresh petals fell from the trees.

A moment later, Quinnover’s cock pulsed and thick sap filled Vaquel’s sex. The exhausted Seed-Walker groaned once and then passed out.

Vaquel sighed. “No endurance,” she muttered. It was time she left this planet and continued her explorations. Who knows? Maybe she will get lucky and the next system will have an Overseer that prefers pussy.

The end.

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