Dec 012021
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day sixteen of my fifty-six day journey to the star system designated “The Enormous Cock of the Queen’s Consort,” by Royal Astronomers. It has been fourteen days since I have detected an Entitled spacecraft. There is no radio traffic. It appears that I have passed out of Entitled territory.

My prisoner, HoleBuster-442, has divulged that further exploration in this direction has been thwarted by strange anomalies. The Entitled have little interest in mysteries, especially those that cannot be fucked. He alleges that he has no idea of what I may encounter.

Since my prisoner’s use has come to an end, Royal Navy regulations require his elimination. I will begin preparations immediately. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: For some reason, I am hesitant to execute HoleBuster-442. Perhaps the alien’s arrogant cruelty reminds me of home. Maybe my long years of travel has introduced feelings of empathy for an enemy. More than likely, I am loathe to destroy the phallic alien’s magnificent girth and savage fucking skills.

Regulations require either an execution or a certain death. Stranding the Entitled on a planetoid would qualify as a certain death according to the rules, but the alien has proven to be incredibly resilient and capable. If I ‘forget’ to remove his anti-gravity rig and maybe leave behind some junk, HoleBuster-442’s chances would improve.

The little bastard has no idea how much mercy I plan to show him when I abandon him.

Vaquel Di looked through the scanner reports. There was the usual dark matter mass, solar winds and small debris that was common to all space. One scan detected a small gravity tug that might indicate a stray planetoid but unfortunately, the readings were from a direction too far from the probe ship’s current trajectory.

It was almost time for sleep. Vaquel stood up from Chairbot’s comfortable seat and stretched. The full curves of her breasts, hips and butt strained against the red fabric of her spacesuit. She ran a hand through her short pink hair and debated taking a shower. Nah, she was good.

The ship shook violently. Vaquel fell backward and Chairbot rolled into place to catch her. She landed softly as warning lights flashed all around her.

“WARNING! HOSTILE ENEMY VESSEL IS ATTACKING!”

“No shit,” Vaquel said to the ship’s computer. “Defense protocol: Dickheads!”

The probe activated several defense measures that Vaquel had programmed for Entitled territory. The force field generator she stole from the Entitled buzzed to life. Power was diverted to the special Entitled weapons she had procured over the past year. The engines shifted into maximum speed to attempt an escape from hostilities.

A monitor displayed a view of the attacking ship. It was shaped like a massive cock brimming with weapons. That was an Entitled ship alright. Statistics rolled along the side of the monitor detailing current scans. Some of the numbers projected had far too many digits.

“That’s a Queen-damned capitol ship,” Vaquel swore. So far, the only Entitled ships that Vaquel had encountered were personal vessels. The Entitled never worked together and they only carried what they needed to fight and fuck. The ship attacking her was big enough to lay siege to a planet.

“INCOMING ATTACK!” the computer announced. Missiles slammed into the probe ship. Chairbot activated tractor beams to keep Vaquel’s ass in his seat as the ship shook again.

“SHIELDS ARE DOWN TO SEVENTY-TWO PERCENT! RETURNING FIRE! ENEMY SHIELDS HOLDING!”

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Vaquel said. Fear sweat glistened on her brown skin. “The Entitled don’t have ships this big. The energy drain must be enormous. What is an Entitled ship doing out here anyway?”

“HoleBuster!” Vaquel screamed. “What is that?”

She turned to look at HoleBuster-442’s enclosure. It was a small cube made of clear glassteel. The phallic red alien stood upright on the gravel floor. There was no sound from the speakers.

“Mistress!” Chairbot said from under her. “There is writing on the side of the ship!”

Vaquel frowned. That’s right, the Entitled wrote their damn names on everything. They were almost as vain as an Euphorian. She should have looked for that earlier but she didn’t want to give any credit to the servile robot.

“Computer, enhance the markings on the enemy vessel,” Vaquel commanded.

A monitor displayed the attacking ship. As the probe ship weaved to dodge incoming fire, it snapped a clear view of the side of the vessel. Written in the stylized version of Palatino that the Entitled spoke, was the name of the owner of the giant ship.

It read, HoleBuster-442.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She jumped out of Chairbot and headed towards HoleBuster-442’s enclosure. Another missile hit the probe ship and Vaquel struggled to stay on her feet.

“SHEIDS ARE DOWN TO THIRTY-NINE PERCENT!”

“That’s your damn ship out there!” Vaquel said, slamming on the clear wall of the Entitled’s prison. “How is that possible? What is it doing here?”

“It is here to rescue me of course,” the speakers crackled. The red alien phallus pulsed with malevolent glee. The white circles that dotted his body were turning pink with excitement.

“All Entitled have a dedicated rescue ship on standby,” HoleBuster-442 explained. “Mine has been following for quite some time, ready to destroy you and recover my body at any moment. I have decided that I no longer find amusement at being your captive.”

“You could have rescued yourself at any time?” Vaquel. “I said don’t believe it. How are you even controlling it? I have scanned your body hundreds of times! You aren’t emitting any sort of signal.”

“None that you can detect,” HoleBuster-442 said. “I refuse to respond to anymore of your pathetic babblings. My ship will destroy yours in seconds and I will laugh at your future death!”

“No, I don’t think you will,” Vaquel said. She turned and slammed a panel with her fist. The panel door popped open to reveal a group of weapons. Vaquel grabbed the biggest pistol and pointed it at the Entitled’s enclosure. The barrel began to glow.

“You can’t threaten me!” HoleBster-442 yelled over the speakers. “You know how durable my superior body is!”

The ship shook again. Lights flickered. This time, the ship computer didn’t have a damage report. That was bad.

The gravity generator shut off and Vaquel began to float. She grabbed the top of the enclosure and pointed the gun up against the glass. The barrel grew brighter.

“This is a plasma gun,” Vaquel said. “You might be tough, but I haven’t met anything organic that can take super-heated plasma at close range. It will probably blow a hole on my ship just to fire this, but I bet it will also turn you to ash.”

The alien phallus vibrated with rage. “I hate you so much, you whorser!”

“Yeah, I hate you too,” Vaquel said. She didn’t mention how wet her pussy was.

“My ship will destroy you,” HoleBuster-442 said.

“And as I die, I’ll pull the trigger and take you with me,” Vaquel said.

“May I suggest a compromise?” Chairbot said.

Vaquel and HoleBuster-442 didn’t answer.

“Both of you want to live,” Chairbot said. “And both of do not require the deaths of the other for your future endeavors. I suggest that HoleBuster-442 returns to his ship and the two of you continue on your separate paths.”

“What’s to stop him from killing me once he returns to his ship?” Vaquel asked.

“I wouldn’t do that,” HoleBuster-442 said over the speakers. Insincerity dripped from every word despite the alien’s attempt at lying.

“Of course, he wouldn’t,” Chairbot said. “Because my studies reveal that Entitled enjoy gloating and broadcasting their superiority to others. Mistress will owe her life to HoleBuster-442 and she will be forced by the codes of her people to tell everyone how he humiliated her.”

“And what if she doesn’t?” HoleBuster-442 demanded. “What if she refuses to share the details of her defeat?”

Vaquel winced and tried to think of a lie, but Chairbot had one ready.

“If Mistress somehow keeps her terrible defeat a secret, then she will still know the truth of her inferiority and bear that awful burden for the rest of her life.”

Vaquel was impressed. The obedient robot was a total submissive but also a good liar. She would have to keep an eye on him.

“That delights me greatly!” HoleBuster-442 said. “I will spare this slubie’s life and she will carry the embarrassment of her pathetic failure forever!”

Vaquel bit back a dozen insults and lowered her pistol. “Fine, we have a deal.” She undid the lock of the enclosure and lifted the lid.

HoleBuster-442 floated out of his prison. The tiny metal band around his base provided him with anti-gravity support. He started to drift towards the airlock and then stopped.

“What are you waiting for?” Vaquel said. “The door is right there.”

“After all of the indignities that I have suffered, you expect me to just leave?” HoleBuster-442 said. His voice was now coming from the harness around his base. “I demand a final ravishing of your holes!”

Vaquel’s wet pussy clenched. She tried to look casual as she stared at the alien’s thick body and pulsing veins. That didn’t sound too bad. “I will permit you to fuck my pussy, and only because you are halfway decent at it.”

“I am not one of your sex toys!” HoleBuster-442 said. “By right of conquest, I demand to pummel your ass!”

“Fuck no,” Vaquel said. “You can have my pussy.”

“Ass!”

“Pussy!”

“Ass!”

Vaquel pointed the plasma pistol back at the floating alien. The ship shook as laser fire hit the vessel. The hum of the engines died and the probe ship was adrift in space.

Chairbot rolled between Vaquel and the alien. His magnetic wheels clung to the floor of the ship. The robot was careful to not block Vaquel’s pistol.

“We’re making progress!” Chairbot said. “You two have agreed to fuck; you just need to settle on where. I have a compromise idea. How about fucking Mistress’ mouth?”

Vaquel lowered her pistol. “Are you shitting me?” she said to Chairbot.

“I accept!” HoleBuster-442 said.

The alien flew towards Vaquel’s shocked face. He wedged the tip of his body into her mouth before she could close her lips. Sharp teeth clamped onto him but his hardened skin resisted her biting. Wiggling frantically, HoleBuster-442 forced his way into her mouth.

“Fmcmimg mhmt!” Vaquel yelled with a mouth full of alien cock inside her. She grabbed the base of the alien and tried to pull but the antigravity rig was too strong. The phallic bastard wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’ll help, Mistress!” Chairbot said. Tractor beams locked onto the curves of Vaquel ass and pulled her into his seat. Vibrational motors activated and soothed her clenching buttocks.

Vaquel growled. Chairbot was always trying to feel her ass no matter what was going on. It was probably why he gave up her mouth so quickly. He knew that that would leave Vaquel’s butt all to himself.

HoleBuster-442 savagely fucked Vaquel’s gasping mouth. He shifted directions rapidly, stretching her cheeks as he bulged against one and then the other. Sometimes he would spin to loosen her grip before thrusting deep down her throat.

“Once more you are rendered speechless by my gigantic size!” HoleBuster-442 said.

Vaquel rolled her eyes. The alien had a high opinion of his magnitude but then again, so did most cocks. She wanted to say something devastating but it was impossible with her face getting fucked.

Spit flew from Vaquel’s ravaged mouth and floated in the zero gravity. The violence of HoleBuster-442’s fucking bruised her lips. She breathed hard through her nose as the alien dominated her mouth. Tears stung her eyes and drifted off to float with the spit in the air.

Chairbot’s vibrations pulsed along Vaquel’s ass. Vaquel’s pussy clenched in response. The space explorer had a weakness for being used and if there was one thing the Entitled were good at, it was using a body. Her hand went to her crotch and she rubbed through the thin material of her red spacesuit.

“Take it, slubie!” HoleBuster-442 shouted. “Weep your helpless tears as I command and conquer your pathetic mouth-hole!”

Vaquel shuddered. The verbal abuse went straight to her sex. She rubbed harder, digging tightly into her spacesuit at the tender pussy beneath.

“This mouth-hole belongs to me!” HoleBuster-442 said. “When you meet other pathetic limb-users and they ask why your jaw is hurting, you will tell them how I used it! You will never eat solid foods again because it will remind you of my awesome body drilling your lips!”

Vaquel groaned. She almost nodded her head in agreement but the wild thrusts of the phallic alien would have choked her. Instead, her jaw hung slackly as HoleBuster-442 continue to abuse her.

The vibrations from Chairbot’s seat increased. Vaquel gripped the arms of the chair and writhed in place. She grabbed a breast that was straining against her tight spacesuit and squeezed.

HoleBuster-442 flew out of Vaquel’s mouth. She gasped in surprise. The red alien, glistening with her spit, flew in a sharp arc to the right. The solid mass of the alien slammed into her cheek so hard that her head spun.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. Did that asshole just cock-slap her? Pain blossomed on her cheek.

Holebuster-442 flew towards her left cheek. The thick mass slapped her head to the right. Another burst of pain flared on her left cheek to match the pain on her right.

Vaquel cried out. She had almost climaxed. The pain lingered and she swore her pussy was contracting with the fading of the pain on her cheeks.

“Fuck me,” Vaquel whispered.

“What?” HoleBuster-442 said. “I am fucking you, you stupid biped!”

“Fuck my pussy,” Vaquel said with a husky growl. She looked right at the floating cock; her brown cheeks still pink from his slaps. “Fuck my wet, slick, tight hole. You know you want it.”

“I am not yours to command!” HoleBuster-442 said.

“I can help!” Chairbot said. A button sunk down on Vaquel’s belt. She looked down and saw the red spacesuit below her waist begin to retract. In seconds, her legs, ass and crotch were completely exposed. The pink pubic bush was a soaked mess.

Since when could Chairbot activate her belt controls?

An evil laugh came from Hole-Buster-442. “Chairbot, restrain your Mistress’ hands or the deal is off!”

“Oh no,” Chairbot said. “Sorry, Mistress! I have no choice!”

Tractor beams pulled at Vaquel’s hand. They slammed down onto the arms of the chair. Metal bands emerged to encase Vaquel’s wrists.

“Chairbot, you asshole!” Vaquel said. “You just want to feel me squirm on you! Let my hands free at once!”

Before Chairbot could respond, HoleBuster-442 flew back into Vaquel’s mouth. She choked in frustration as the thick alien hit the back of her throat. The vicious face-fucking resumed immediately.

Vaquel writhed helplessly. The metal bands were too strong for her arms. She kicked with her legs but her ass was held onto Chairbot’s seat by the tractor beams. Biting down was useless as the durable phallic alien was just too damn tough.

“Ha, ha, ha!” HoleBuster-442 gloated. “I revel in your weakness! Never before and never again will you have such a giant piece of flesh in your mouth!”

Vaquel tried to shout in defiance but all that came out was a choked whimper. The force of HoleBuster-442’s thrusts pinned the back of her skull to Chairbot’s headrest. Spit continued to fly from her pummeled lips and floated in the air.

Worse of all, the craving in Vaquel’s pussy was getting worse by the second. Chairbot’s vibrations were now targeted on her buttocks. Nothing was touching her greedy sex lips or entering her clenching pussy.

“Your pitiful mind can’t comprehend how much I am enjoying this!” HoleBuster-442 shouted. “For months, I have listened to your inane chatter about your petty mission when your mouth should be used for my fucking! That is all limb-users are good for; fucking! Your mouths were designed by higher powers to pleasure the Entitled! All other uses are insignificant!”

Vaquel groaned. It was a sexy thought. She imagined never speaking, never giving commands or ever having to do another report. The only time she would open her mouth would be so an Entitled could fuck her face.

The daydream washed over Vaquel. She clenched tighter around a cock that wasn’t there. Her hands curled into fists that she wished were pumping her pussy. The despair of not getting fucked burned within her, making her all the more aware of how wet she was.

HoleBuster-442 pulled free of her mouth once more. “Beg me to fuck your fur-borrow!”

Hope bloomed within Vaquel. “Please!” she shouted.

The alien phallus slapped Vaquel’s right cheek.

“You can better than that, slubie!” HoleBuster-442 said.

“Please fuck my tight wet fur-burrow!” Vaquel says. “I am begging your magnificent self to barrage my slick hole with your giant girth!”

HoleBuster-442 vibrated with excitement. “Fuck, I was just going to tease you but you won me over. Prepare to for ultimate cock-lair busting!”

The throbbing alien dived down to Vaquel’s open legs. In a single thrust, he buried himself inside her pussy. The slickness helped ease the way but it was still a rough fit.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. The sudden push inside her was a mixture of pain and bliss. She shuddered as his girth pulsed inside her.

“This hole is mine, whorser!” HoleBuster-442 said. He slid almost completely out of Vaquel before slamming his entire length back inside her. Short vicious jabs pummeled her pussy. The anti-gravity rig around the base of his body vibrated every time it pressed against Vaquel’s pussy lips.

“Queen protect me,” Vaquel whispered in a rare prayer. She pulled hard on her wrist restraints, not looking to escape but just to push against something. Her hips rose to meet each thrust but the swift drives deep inside her soon reduced her lower half to jelly. All she could do was take it.

Which is something HoleBuster-442 was quick to remind her.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha!” the alien cackled. “Take it! Take my massive girth! Take my legendary length! Take my enormous size!”

Vaquel grunted with each thrust of the boasting alien.

“I am wrecking your internal organs!” HoleBuster-442 shouted. “My hard body is causing irreversible damage to your insides!”

Vaquel whimpered with pleasure and submission.

“You will never be able to engage in proper limb-coordinated travel again!” HoleBuster-442 cried.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted. A massive climax exploded within Vaquel. She came so hard that her ears popped.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m detonating!” HoleBuster-442 announced.

Hot seed filled Vaquel’s sex. The Entitled spasmed like an epileptic snake inside her. The thick seed filled her slick pussy and jetted out from her stuffed pussy lips. Giant gobs of the alien spunk floated in the air.

Vaquel came again. It was almost an aftershock orgasm compared to the previous one. She shuddered and barely whispered, “Glory to the Queen.”

The inside of the probe ship was silent except for the vibrating motors of Chairbot’s seat.

“Well, that was a successful negotiation,” Chairbot said. “HoleBuster-442, please feel free to leave at any time.”

HoleBuster-442 didn’t respond. Vaquel knew what had happened. The Entitled were ruthless ravagers but orgasms mellowed them the fuck out. She clenched sore pussy muscles around him.

“No more, no more, no more,” HoleBuster-442 whimpered. He pulled out of Vaquel’s tender pussy. Seed and pussy juice glistened on his thick frame.

“Despite you being a lowly hole-bearer, I will leave without further busting of your holes,” HoleBuster-442 said.

The restraints retracted from Vaquel’s hands. She stayed in her seat. Everything below her waist felt numb and sore at the same time.

“Despite you being a literal dick, I will let you go,” Vaquel said.

“If you value your holes, don’t return to Entitled territory,” HoleBuster-442 said. “Although if you do, bring more of your kind.”

Vaquel grinned. “I just might.”

HoleBuster-442 flew towards the airlock door. Chairbot signaled the door to open. The Entitled went inside and door closed behind him. A moment later, the ship shook as it docked with the larger vessel.

“Mistress, he is gone,” Chairbot said. “Sensors indicate he is on a course back to the world where we first encountered him.”

“Good,” Vaquel said, still sitting limply in Chairbot’s grasp. “How are the automatic repair systems doing?”

“Oh, they are fine, Mistress” Chairbot reported. The lights returned and Vaquel felt the familiar tug of gravity on her heavy tits. “The ship repaired most of the damage halfway through your oral negotiation. I decided that HoleBuster-442 didn’t need to know about our capabilities. In fact, the probe ship will now resume its current course.”

The hum of the engines returned. Vaquel stayed in the chair though she did rub her wrists from the restraints had rubbed her.

“You know, you have done a lot of thinking for yourself today,” Vaquel said. “Some of it was good but some of it, like the part where you restrained me and wouldn’t stimulate my clearly-aroused pussy, was what some would call insubordinate. Are you developing mutinous thoughts? Was the captive a bad influence on you?”

“I wouldn’t know, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “I trust your judgement on those matters. Are you going to punish me by standing up now? Your buttocks are still quivering from your orgasms and it would sadden me if you were to remove them.”

“Maybe later,” Vaquel said. “I think I need a nap first. The Entitled aren’t the only ones worn out by great sex.”

Chairbot tilted back and extended the bottom of his seat to support Vaquel’s legs and feet. Holding Vaquel’s prone body, the robot dimmed the lights of the ship. He did these things without being told, but Vaquel didn’t object.

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