Jan 062021
 

Explorer’s Log: This is day thirty-nine of my journey to the star system designated “The Exhausted Whimpers of the Queen’s Enemies,” by Royal Astronomers. Despite leaving Interplanetary Championship Alliance space ten days ago, I have yet to see any sign of the species that lays claim to this area of space. There are no patrol ships, space stations or even a message beacon announcing their claim to this territory. Perhaps they are not that advanced or have a pitiful appreciation of property.

I was told that the species here were called “The Entitled,” but it is unclear if that is a personal designation or one given to them by others. So far, I am not impressed. They leave their borders undefended. They are probably hopelessly naïve and gentle. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I dreamed of home last night. In my dream, I was back at the Royal Navy Academy, getting spanked by senior officers who had raided our barracks. The officers fucked me and my fellow recruits without mercy or humanity. I woke up a horny mess and sat on Chairbot’s vibrators for an hour before starting my day.

Damn, I miss Euphoria. I miss my own kind. The last species I encountered, the Goxx, were cool and well-endowed, but they were also a bit on the gentle side. Such consideration and kindness have left me feeling deprived and horny.

Vaquel Di looked at her pink hair. There was nothing else to look at in this empty area of space. It had been a while since she cut her hair and the short length was creeping down over her ears. There was a hint of bangs over her forehead.

“Maybe I should grow it long?” Vaquel mused out loud. She had long hair when she joined the Royal Navy. The instructors had used her hair as a leash when they disciplined her. During combat training, instructors had pulled her hair to throw her off balance. When she had clandestine sex during her training missions, her fellow trainees would grab her hair to establish dominance. She got rid of the length and found the short hair much more practical. Maybe it was safe to grow it all out again.

“ALERT! INCOMING SHIPS DETECTED!”

“Finally,” Vaquel said. She sat up in Chairbot’s seat. The loyal robot chair adjusted his contours to provide better back support.

The tactical screen displayed the approaching ships. That was odd. One was directly ahead of her while the other two were to the ship’s starboard. If they were a patrol, it was a sloppy formation.

“These Entitled must be as lax as I suspected,” Vaquel said.

“Show them no mercy, Mistress,” Chairbot said.

“Ha, you are a bloodthirsty little robot,” Vaquel said. “You just like how much my ass clenches during combat. Remember, I am on a scouting mission for the Queen to invade later. For now, we have to play nice.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said. She could tell he was sulking by the way the arm rests lowered a few centimeters.

Vaquel opened a channel to the approaching ships. The outgoing transmission beamed a video of her from the waist up. Her immense breasts strained against the purple material of her spacesuit. She smiled at the camera and tried to exude harmlessness.

“Greetings from the planet of Euphoria,” Vaquel said. “I am Vaquel Di, an explorer to your system. I come with peaceful intentions and a message of diplomacy from the great Queen Erishella.”

Responses came from all three ships. The monitor split into three equal parts. In each triad, there was an image of a yellow phallus. There were black stripes on one phallus, a metal piercing on the second and the third had red spots. All three were turgid and pulsing.

Conflicting audio crackled from the speakers. The language was a crude variation of Palatino. The computer isolated the messages and played them in turn.

“Get ready to get fucked, slubie!”

“You got a stupid looking ship but I am still going to fuck you!”

“Bend over and open wide, holebearer!”

“What the fuck?” Vaquel said out loud. These beings were not interested in exchanging pleasantries. Did they even represent the Entitled or were they just raiders?

“INCOMING MISSLES” the ship announced.

“Evasive maneuvers!” Vaquel yelled. “Arm weapons! Activate sensor countermeasures! Chairbot, strap me down!”

“Yay!” Chairbot said. Metal arms wrapped around Vaquel’s waist and chest. The robot used his magnetic fields to lock himself down to the floor.

The ship swerved to dodge missiles from the ship to the front. Weapons activated and diverted power from all non-combat functions. The ship’s interior gravity resistors switched off and Vaquel was pushed hard into Chairbot’s seat. She gritted her teeth as the ship spun through a dazzling sequence of twists and turns.

“ENEMY SHIP DESTROYED!” the ship announced.

“How? We haven’t opened fire yet?” Vaquel asked.

She checked the tactical screen. One of the ships that had been approaching from her right was now a mess of shattered debris and emergency force fields. The ship nearest it swung back around and raked the debris with laser fire.

“These fuckers aren’t working together,” Vaquel said. “They are in competition.”

Vaquel grabbed the controls of the weapons. Ten separate systems targeted the nearest ship. She unleashed a hail of lasers, plasma, micro missiles and ion blasts.

The enemy ship blasted her missiles with small missiles of their own. Lasers reflected off defensive force fields. Plasma collided into the ship and barely scorched its armor. It was completely unharmed.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. It had been ages since she met a species with equivalent weapon technology. A shiver of fear ran down her spine.

Curiously, her pussy clenched with wet heat.

The back of the pursing ship exploded. The other ship was back in the fight. The ship chasing Vaquel broke off its pursuit to turns towards the more dangerous foe.

“Fuck it, we need to get out of here,” Vaquel said. “Activate the stealth field and plot a course out of here at maximum speed.”

The lights dimmed from the enormous power drain of the stealth field. Weapons cycled down to compensate for the loss of power. That fine. The ship was now invisible to all known sensor arrays. They should be safe now.

“ENEMY SHIP DESTROYED!” the computer announced.

“That was quick,” Vaquel said. Weapon and defense technologies usually followed parallel paths. Most beings liked survival over killing, but these beings must put a higher priority on weapons. That spoke to a certain savage mindset.

“ENEMY SHIP APPROACHING AND CLOSING FAST.”

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel snapped. She checked the tactical screen. The ship was coming straight for her. It couldn’t be a coincidence. These assholes knew right where she was.

“Deactivate stealth field and power up-“

BOOM! The ship shook violently. Vaquel lurched forward, held in place only by Chairbot’s protective arms. Warning lights flashed all across the console.

“Damage report!” Vaquel yelled.

“PORT SOLAR SAIL DISABLED. MULTIPLE HULL BREACHES. PLASMA CANNON TWO, THREE AND FOUR ARE OFFLINE!”

Vaquel was about to give another order when she looked out the window. The attacking ship had come to a stop directly in front of her. Glowing a dark red, the shape of the ship resembled a jagged knife. It was a sleek, nasty looking craft with multiple sharp edges. Whether the edges were weapon ports or for decoration, Vaquel didn’t know. Either way, she admired the way that vessel projected hostility.

“Fire everything at the enemy!” Vaquel yelled. It was a futile gesture but maybe the closer range would get past some of the attacking ship’s defenses.

A torrent of green energy flew from the enemy vessel. Vaquel’s ship shook again. There was a smell of melting metal. The warning lights on the console died. The ship’s interior illumination cut out. When the emergency lights failed to come on, Vaquel knew they had suffered a catastrophic systems failure.

“What do we do, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel didn’t answer. The probe ship was dead in space. They had no way to escape or fight back. All they could do was wait for the enemy to finish them off.

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said to herself. She grabbed her glassteel helmet and slapped it over her head. The suit’s automatic systems secured the helmet and activated internal life support. Shoulder lamps turned on to illuminate the dark interior of the probe ship. Floating in zero gravity, she kicked her way to the weapon’s locker and grabbed a plasma pistol and a vibration sword.

“Our ship is dead,” Vaquel said. “If we get out the airlock, we might be able to jet across, latch onto their ship and cut out way inside.”

Chairbot rolled over to the airlock on his magnetized wheels. “That does not seem likely, Mistress.”

“Yeah, it sure as fuck doesn’t but I am not going to sit here and die.”

CLUNK! The probe ship vibrated once more. Vaquel tensed for an imminent explosion but it didn’t come. She looked out the nearest window and saw that the enemy craft had extended metal arms to grab Vaquel’s probe ship. A shimmering blue field formed a cylinder between their two vessels.

“Change of plan,” Vaquel said. “They appear to be boarding us. Alright, we’ve done this before. I’ll fight them or try to seduce them. Chairbot, you pretend to be a chair and hack the other ship’s computers. We got this.”

A part of the ceiling glowed. Vaquel sighed and stepped to the side. There was a perfectly good airlock over to the side but these assholes had to cut their own way in. That was just rude.

A chunk of the ceiling vanished. A small metal robot floated down. Barely over a meter tall, it was humanoid in shape with two arms and two legs but no head. Video images of breasts played across the metal body except for the ridiculously large codpiece between its legs. There were over forty separate screens displaying tits of all shapes, sizes and colors.

Vaquel hesitated, a bit distracted by the images of jiggling breasts, but only for a second. She activated the vibration knife and swung for the robot’s chest. Sparks flew as the vibrating blade came in contact with an invisible force field inches from the robot’s body. With her other hand, Vaquel fired her plasma pistol at point blank range into the robot’s leg. The plasma ricocheted off the force field and melted a nearby wall panel.

“Pathetic shit-popper!” the robot screeched.

The robot attacked. It pointed one arm at Vaquel and a small cannon in the palm of the hand fired a ball of blue energy at her. The ball struck Vaquel in the stomach and sent her flying backwards in the zero gravity. She slammed into a wall and the air rushed out of her lungs.

“You fight like a pregnant ass-washer!” the robot yelled.

Before Vaquel could react, the robot flew towards her. It grabbed her by the wrists and squeezed. Intense pain forced her hands to open and drop her weapons. The robot then spun around in the air, holding onto Vaquel as it slammed her backside into the floor.

Pain spasmed along Vaquel’s back. The air rushed out of her chest again. The back of her head had slammed into the glassteel helmet and stars burst in front of her eyes.

“Are you going to start fighting?” the robot mocked.

“This is bad,” Vaquel thought. “I hope Chairbot is doing better.”

Chairbot screamed. It was a piercing cry that cut short after a second. Vaquel had never heard the loyal robot make such a noise.

“Did that chair just try to hack my systems?” the robot asked. “Stupid!”

The robot still had Vaquel by the wrists. A panel in the machine’s chest opened and a large tube emerged. It sprayed something green at her legs. The green goo solidified and pinned Vaquel’s legs to the floor.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. She tried to pull her hands free but the robot’s grip was too tight. The robot’s goo gun splatted each of her hands. The gel pinned her hands to the floor, yet curiously didn’t restrict the robot from removing his hands from the goo.

“What kind of milk-bagger are you?” the robot asked. It planted its feet to either side of Vaquel’s hips. “You are too small to be a Goxx, and too tall to be a Bayper.”

“I’m a Euphorian!” Vaquel said. “I am an emissary from the mighty Queen Erishella and her dreadful army! She will smite you for your attack on me!”

“Not if her weapons are as limp as yours,” the robot said. It grabbed Vaquel’s belt and ripped it from her spacesuit. The robot tossed her belt and it’s equipment like it was rubbish.

“Now let’s see what kind of fun pillows you got,” the robot said.

The robot grabbed Vaquel’s chest. Sharp edges emerged from the metal fingertips and tore into her suit. Vaquel winced, expecting her skin to get cut, but the robot’s fingers were unexpectedly careful. The robot pulled and tore the purple suit open.

Vaquel’s large brown breasts popped free. The robot paused. There was a groaning sound. The breasts on the multiple screens froze.

“Loot!” the robot yelled.

There was a crack in the codpiece. Light spilled from the crack. The codpiece opened to reveal a thick yellow phallus. Red spots dotted the sides. Cables and wires plugged into the base of the pulsing cock.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “I recognize you from the hailing messages. You’re a creature and this robot is just a vehicle for you, isn’t it? You’re just a fucking cock!”

“I am one of the Entitled, holebearer,” the speaker on the robot said. “Our species is so advanced that we don’t need your stupid legs and arms all that other shit. The galaxy is our playground and you are just another tit-wearer for me to fuck.”

A chill ran through Vaquel’s body. The malevolent arrogance of the yellow phallus was terrifying. It reminded her of home. That must be why she was so wet right now.

Two small nozzles emerged from the robot’s legs. Hot liquid sprayed from the ports and onto Vaquel’s breasts. The fluid clung to her breasts.

“I’m going to be the first Entitled to fuck these treasure boxes,” the robot said.

The robot squatted down on its metal legs. It lowered the spotted phallus into the canyon of Vaquel’s tits. The metal hands grabbed the sides of her breasts and squeezed them around the alien cock.

“Fuuuuck,” the robot moaned. “These are rare loot bags.”

Vaquel groaned as well. The alien phallus was hot to the touch. It was a contrast to the cold metal hands. The warm fluid oozed along her skin.

The hips of the robot began to pump. The pale phallus slid back and forth along Vaquel’s breasts. The fluid lubricated the rough thrusting.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” the robot groaned.

Vaquel pulled on her hands and legs. The green goo pinned her down. She tried to wiggle but the robot’s hands on her tits kept her in place. There was not a damn thing she could do to resist this abuse of her chest.

This alien cock had completely disabled her. He had dominated her in seconds. Stripped, and humiliated, he was now using her at her leisure.

She was so turned on.

“Fuck me,” Vaquel moaned.

“I am, slubie,” the robot said. It continued to fuck her tits.

“No, fuck my pussy,” Vaquel said. “I am so wet right now. Claim my wet hole and make it yours.”

“I fuck breasts, not holes,” the robot said. “That is why my designation is ChestDriller-912. Your fuck pillows are all I want.”

Vaquel’s pussy ached. Domination, verbal abuse and denial? It was becoming more and more like home by the second.

“Please,” Vaquel begged. “If you won’t fuck me, let me fuck myself. Release one of my hands.”

The phallus throbbed between Vaquel’s breasts. It undulated and wiggled like a snake. The spots raised to form irregular ridges.

“Beg me,” ChestDriller-912 said.

Vaquel whimpered. “Please let me fuck myself. My cunt is so wet right now. I promise to do anything. Just let me touch myself, please!”

“Louder,” ChestDriller-912 demanded. The phallic alien gyrated between her breasts.

“Please let me fuck myself! Please! Please! PLEASE!”

The metal hands crushed her slippery tits around the thrusting alien.

“Tell me I am the biggest to ever fuck your milk bags!” ChestDriller-912 shouted.

“You’re the biggest fucking alien cock I have ever seen!” Vaquel lied with convincing passion. “No one has ever fucked my tits this hard! You are like a cargo ship on my chest!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” blasted from the robot’s speakers.

“Please let me touch myself! Just give me one hand!” Vaquel begged.

“No, slubie!” ChestDriller-912 shouted.

The yellow phallus spasmed between Vaquel’s breasts. A thick stream of seed shot from the head of the member. Most of it splattered against the bottom of Vaquel’s bubble helmet, but a large strand of yellow seed landed across the front.

Babbling moans came from the speakers. The robot pushed for one more thrust and then let go of Vaquel’s breasts. As the robot stood up, Vaquel noticed that the alien phallus was still big and hard, although a bit darker in color.

“Please,” Vaquel begged. Hot seed coated her breasts. The yellow seed clung to the face of her helmet.

“Shut up,” ChestDriller-912 said. “Need to add you to my collection.”

One of the breast images on the robot’s chest went dark. A moment later, an image of Vaquel’s tits appeared. They jiggled and moved as if Vaquel was jumping up and down. Vaquel was impressed with the physic-simulation program that animated her breasts.

“What happens now?” Vaquel said. She pulled at the goo holding her hands and legs but they held fast.

The Entitled didn’t answer. The codpiece closed around the phallic alien and sealed tight. The robot levitated upwards. It exited the probe ship through the hole it had cut earlier. Vaquel saw the force field that had linked both their ships and kept her interior pressurized.

Once the Entitled was back in his ship, that force field fashioned.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The probe ship depressurized. The air was instantly sucked out of the ship. Loose items like Vaquel’s belt, her weapons and a few dildoes flew out into the void of space.

Vaquel screamed. The goo held her in place but her spacesuit was still open. Without her belt controls, she had no way to seal her suit. It would be only moment before she died of exposure.

She couldn’t believe it. The alien cock had fucked her tits and left her to die. She didn’t think it was out of malice but sheer indifference. They truly were the Entitled.

The lights to the probe ship came back on. Emergency force fields activated around the breach in the ship. Vaquel heard the pump of the air cyclers. What was going on?

“Mistress! Are you okay?” Chairbot said. “I tried to make contact with the enemy ship but it counterattacked with ninety-thousand attacks to my systems! I had to divert all of my resources to denying their attempts to hijack me. I was just now only able to function again now that the attacks have stopped. The ship had been breached so I plugged into the ship and supplied the emergency systems with my own power. Are you okay? What is that yellow substance on your chest and helmet? Would you like to stand up and sit down on me?”

Vaquel took a moment to collect herself. She found it hard to think over the pounding of her heart. Her tits ached from the rough handling and the brief expose to the vacuum of space. The need in her neglected pussy was as strong as ever. It was all very overwhelming.

“Mistress?” Chairbot asked. It rolled over to Vaquel’s bound body.

“Get rid of this shit on my hands,” Vaquel said.

Chairbot moved to Vaquel’s hand. One wheel went over the goo and rolled back and forth. Slowly, very slowly, the hardened goop began to crumble.

Vaquel sighed and stared at the alien seed drying on the front of her bubble helmet. The Entitled had nearly killed her, and that was just one of the damn species. What was it going to be like as she goes deeper into their space? Did she have any chance of survival?

“Guess I better cut my hair after all,” Vaquel said. She was going to need every advantage she could get.

Dec 162020
 

Explorer’s Log: This is my second day inside the star system designated “The Queen Only Loves You when You’re Obeying,” by Royal Astronomers. This is the last system of Interplanetary Championship Alliance space on my exploration route. As a final stop, it is rather lacking. This is a bare system with one inhospitable gas giant. The Goxx have a space station around the planet that they use to mine gases. I have scanned the planet and it is very unremarkable.

I can say the same for the space station except that it is currently hosting the Champion of Sex. Even better, six days ago, the Champion requested a meeting before I began my journey out of this system. Knowing that the Queen would want to know more about these powerful beings and the Championship Icons they wield, I have decided to grant his request. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: There was no fucking way I was passing up a chance to meet a Champion of Sex, no matter what the species or gender. I do admit, I will miss these double-cock fuckers.

“Docking permission denied.”

“There must be some kind of mistake,” Vaquel Di transmitted back. “I have a personal invitation from the Champion of Sex himself. Check your records.”

“Please standby.”

Vaquel snarled. Bureaucracy was the bane of every civilization. Here she was, dressed in a lovely pink spacesuit that matched her short hair and these assholes were delaying her sex appointment. Desire was trickling down her thighs from her eager sex. She idly rubbed her crotch while she waited.

“I wonder why kind of powers the Champion of Sex has,” Vaquel said out loud. Each of the champions had a special Icon that symbolized their rank and aided them in their chosen field. “Would he have something that makes endless lube? Or maybe some sort of super vibrator?”

“No vibrator could be as good as my seat, Mistress!” Chairbot said jealously.

“I don’t know, Chairbot,” Vaquel said teasingly. She was standing at the navigation console and deliberately bent forward at the waist. Her ample ass strained against the pink fabric of her suit.

Chairbot vibrated with programmed lust. “Don’t you want to sit down and rest before your appointment, Mistress?” The contours of his seat undulated with anticipation.

“No,” Vaquel said. The small whimper of her loyal chair sent a fresh surge of heat between her thighs.

“Incoming transmission,” the ship announced.

“On screen,” Vaquel said. She stayed bent over, knowing her breasts and face would dominate the caller’s screen.

A female Goxx appeared on the monitor. She had a thin strip of white hair on her gray skull. A robe of blue and yellow stripes wrapped her body in unflattering ways. The tusked lips pulled down in a frown.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel asked.

“I am a referee of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance,” the alien said. “The being known as Vaquel Di from the planet of Euphoria has been declared non-canon by a vote of one hundred and forty-three Champions to five. The being will not be allowed to interact with members of the ICA. All transmissions emanating from the being’s ship are to be jammed. The being’s mission of exploration is to be respected and their ship will be allowed to make scans and perform surveys but stepping foot on ICA territory is forbidden. The being is encouraged to continue on their path with haste.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel snapped. “This doesn’t make any sense! I have saved one of your Champions! I helped two of them fight the Jonner. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“How dare you declare your innocence!” the referee said. “You performed non-championship sex acts in front of an assembly of fans. You encouraged them to record and transmit your sexual activity! You also encouraged them to make their own!”

“That’s right,” Vaquel said. She stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips. “You should be thanking me for encouraging your species to create pornography.”

“Thanking you?” the referee said. “You have wrecked our economy! Revenues from Champion pornography merchandise is down ninety percent! The Champion of Sex’s revenues are down ninety-nine percent! Non-champions are engaging in and recording their exploits both sexual and non-sexual! The interest share of Champions in all forms of social media has collapsed. You have shaken the very fabric of ICA culture!”

“Oh,” Vaquel said. “That does sound bad. But hey, at least you are going to get a lot more porn to enjoy.”

“Just go,” the referee said. “Your current course will take you into Entitled space. Hopefully you can do as much damage to them as you did to us.”

The transmission cut off. Four ships rose from the space station and surrounded Vaquel’s probe ship. Before Vaquel could take evasive maneuvers, the ships emitted red beams that surrounded the probe ship in a red field.

“Damage report!” Vaquel snapped.

“No damage detected,” the ship responded.

“Establish a link with the station,” Vaquel said.

“Unable to connect,” the ship said. “All outgoing transmissions are being blocked.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. They were serious. She was being muted.

Vaquel was stunned. An entire civilization had rejected her. She couldn’t remember that happening before, at least not with a civilization that she liked. These people knew how to fuck and they had told Vaquel they no longer wanted to fuck her.

She sat down in shock. Chairbot zoomed behind Vaquel and took her weight. The robot sighed happily.

“This is okay, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “Your ass is too good for them.”

Vaquel was unmoved by the robot’s naked flattery. The feeling of rejection was new and unpleasant. She wanted to get away from it as soon as possible. “Computer, chart a course for the next system.”

“Course laid in,” the computer replied. “Estimated arrival is twenty-one days.”

The solar sails extended. The ship hummed as power flowed through the relays. The starfield outside the window changed as the ship pointed in direction of their flight path. The sensor screen detailed the positions of the escort ships as they followed her.

“Warning! Unidentified object is approaching at-“

THUNK! The ship rocked.

“Correction! Unidentified object is leaving at an incalculable speed!”

“What the fuck was that?” Vaquel said. “Did something hit us?”

“Extra mass alert on the airlock!” the computer announced.

Vaquel leaned forward in Chairbot’s seat. She tapped on a panel and a view of the airlock door appeared on the monitor. There was a small metal box stuck to the door. Vaquel’s name was written on the side.

“What is it, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“I don’t know,” Vaquel said. “Let’s go find out.”

One spacewalk later, and the box was inside the probe ship. Scans detected no explosives or active energy sources. Vaquel put the box on her workbench and examined the outside. A simple handle turn was all that was required to open it.

“Careful, Mistress!” Chairbot said under Vaquel’s ass. “It might be a trap!”

“Hush,” Vaquel said. She turned the handle.

The side of the box swung open. A small holographic projection appeared in front of Vaquel. It showed a Goxx female with a strip of blue hair on her head. She wore tight green clothes and carried a glowing yellow platform.

“It’s Ailynn,” Vaquel said. “The Champion of Speed.”

“Vaquel Di, I hope you are receiving this recorded message and it is not intercepted. As you already know, you have been declared non-canon by the ICA,” the holographic Ailynn said. “I want you to know that I voted against this, along with four of your friends. We were overruled and we think it blows wargov how they have treated you.”

“Tell me about it,” Vaquel said.

“The five of us have decided to use our powers to give you farewell gifts,” the hologram continued. “My gift was getting this box to you without being detected. Please enjoy the rest of this box as tokens of our affection for you.”

The hologram vanished. Vaquel felt something rise in her throat. It was a strange sensation. She was both happy and sad. It wasn’t like anything she had felt before.

“What did they give you?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel cleared her throat. “Let’s see.”

There were three small boxes. Each had a different symbol on it. One looked like the musical instrument that the Champion of Music used. Another symbol looked like the small rod belonging to the Champion of Cooking. The last symbol resembled the champion of Architecture’s medallion.

“Wait, I thought she five Champions wanted to give me gifts,” Vaquel said. “Counting the box as on gift, I only see three. Where’s the gift from the Champion of Math?”

“Maybe it is still on its way?” Chairbot offered.

“Whatever, fuck him,” Vaquel said. “Let’s see what the Champion of Architecture got me.”

Vaquel opened the box with the medallion symbol. Inside was a perfect model of her probe ship. It was about twenty-five centimeters long, and had collapsible solar sails.

“Huh,” Vaquel said. She held the model probe ship in her hand. “It’s cute and all, but I am a little old for model ships. Oh hey, I can see a tiny little Vaquel through the navigation window.”

Vaquel pressed her finger lightly on the window. The probe ship buzzed in her hand. Soothing vibrations emanated from the front half of the ship.

“Yes,” Vaquel hissed. “Now this is a present.” She pressed the probe ship model tip to her left breast. The pleasant vibrations penetrated her suit and stimulated her nipple.

“Seems weak to me,” Chairbot said.

“Shut up,” Vaquel said. “Let’s see what Wizide got me.”

Still pressing the vibrating model to her breast, Vaquel pulled out the box with the Music Champion’s symbol on it. She opened the latch and inside was a cube. It had an obvious button to press. Vaquel didn’t hesitate to press it.

Sound blasted from the box. It was a rumble of low tones that picked up speed.

A voice cried out. It was Wizide, the Champion of Music. “This is a song I wrote just for you, Vaquel Di! I call it, Brown Tit Girl!”

Vaquel laughed. A song, just for her? No one has ever done that before. She grinned with a mixture of pride and excitement.

Complex melodies weaved together as the song continued. There was a thumping of low tones that reminded Vaquel of bouncing breasts. A repeating whistle resembled feminine gasps. The pace quickened and slowed like thrusting bodies expending themselves and then catching their breathes.

Vaquel moaned. This song was turning her on. She dragged the vibrating model ship down her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs. The pulsing tip pressed against the thin pink material covering her sex. Rather than taking off her spacesuit, Vaquel left it on as she pressed the throbbing model into her crotch. The material stretched slightly as just the tip entered her sex.

Another sound blended into the song. It was a silky, almost slick noise. No, there were two sounds. Two wet things were being loudly fingered.

Vaquel groaned. She knew what those sounds were. It was Wizide’s twin pussies. The double-gifted Goxx was stroking her sexes while playing Vaquel’s song.

“Fuck,” Vaquel groaned.

Chairbot activated his seat motors. Powerful vibrations caressed Vaquel’s ass. They were a strong counter-point to the gentle pulsing of the model ship at her sex.

Vaquel almost admonished the robot for pleasuring her without permission but a blissful shudder wiped out all conscious thought. She tapped a button on her belt and the spacesuit material around her crotch retracted into her belt. As soon as her bushy pussy was exposed, Vaquel plunged the model ship inside. The contours of the ship penetrated her sex in novel ways.

The song continued. Vaquel plunged the ship in and out of her sex in time to thumping beats. A powerful chord of sound increased Vaquel’s pulse. A reoccurring chorus of whistles reminded her of Wizide’s grinding hips.

The solar wings extended on the model ship. Vaquel let go of the probe ship in surprise. The ship glowed and the vibrations increased. The ship resumed thrusting into Vaquel’s slick sex on its own.

Vaquel laughed and then moaned. The model ship flew on its own. Of course, it did. The Champion of Architecture could build nothing less than a tiny ship that could fly like the real thing.

She just hoped it didn’t have working lasers.

The music increased in volume and speed. The sound was so loud that Vaquel’s tits quivered inside her space suit. Vaquel felt the beat in her ribs. It was exhilarating.

The model ship moved in pace with the song. Vaquel wondered if the Champions collaborated on this or if it was a happy accident. It didn’t matter. She enjoyed it too much to care.

The vibrations from Chairbot’s seat increased. Vaquel ass was kneaded by powerful throbbing motors. The robot did his best work when he was jealous and the purple bastard was certainly jealous of how loud the model ship was making her moan.

The song was reaching its climax. So was Vaquel. She gripped the arms of the robot seat and spread her legs wide. The model ship fucked her slick pussy with championship precision.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. She came hard between the competing vibrating toys.

The music dropped in volume and complexity. The model ship somehow knew to power down and fly out of Vaquel’s pussy. Chairbot’s seat subsided to a gentle buzz before stopping altogether. As the last plucked notes of the song died away, Vaquel sat twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The probe ship returned to its box, still glistening with Vaquel’s juices. The solar wings retracted. The glow dimmed and the ship became inert once more.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. The absence of the song blasting through the ship created an eerie silence. All Vaquel could hear was her own ragged breathing.

There was one more box. Vaquel smiled at the sight of Khucy’s symbol. The Champion created some of the best food that Vaquel had ever tasted. She wondered what oral delight was waiting for her.

Vaquel opened the box. A dark brown pudding oozed out. She tried to scoop it with her hand but there was too much of it. The pudding oozed out of the confines of the larger box and onto the workbench. Vaquel tried to close the box but more of pudding surged out. There was almost three liters of the stuff despite coming out of the small box.

“Fuck,” Vaquel swore. She jumped out of Chairbot and looked around for something to collect the pudding in. She was going to need some kind of bowl, or maybe a barrel.

The pudding shimmied. It flowed onto the floor in a giant ‘PLOP”. Before Vaquel could react, the pudding expanded. It surged upwards and stretched towards the ceiling. When it reached Vaquel’s height, the stopped growing.

“What the fuck are you?” Vaquel whispered.

The pudding hardened. It compressed into itself. A humanoid body took shape. Hard blue candies emerged where eyes should be. Arms stretched into hands. A sort of pudding musculature became more defined. The bottom split into legs and between the legs grew a smaller, though nicely shaped third appendage.

“She sent me a man,” Vaquel said out loud. “And with only one cock. She made it just for me.”

The head of the pudding man turned towards Vaquel. The blue candy eyes pointed at her. A mouth opened and out rolled a pink tongue made of stretchy candy.

“Are you alive?” Vaquel said.

The pudding man squelched in response. It took a step towards Vaquel and reached around her. She cried out as it picked her up and set her on the workbench. Sticky hands pushed her thighs apart. A thick brown cock bounced against her sex lips.

“Whoa, give me a second,” Vaquel said.

The pudding man ignored her. It pushed its thick phallus against her slick bush. The brown member pushed inside and disappeared within her.

“FUCK!” Vaquel cried out. The pudding man’s body was soft and squishy but there was nothing soft about its cock. The thick phallus was a rigid rod inside of her.

“You must be some sort of automaton,” Vaquel groaned. “Working on organic chemical reactions with pre-programmed responses.

The pudding man grunted. It held onto Vaquel’s waist and began to thrust. It was a slow movement. Every push and pull were a steady, deliberate motion.

“Ohhhh,” Vaquel moaned. The gentle fucking was just what her tender pussy needed.

“Should I help, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“Oh, now you want to help!” Vaquel snapped. “Don’t do a damn thing! You sit there and do nothing!”

Chairbot faithfully stayed where he was.

Vaquel turned her attention back to the pudding man. His entire body quivered as he fucked her. He smelled incredible. It was a rich scent that made her mouth water. She wanted him in her mouth.

“Are you edible?” Vaquel asked.

The pudding man was quiet. The only sound was this thick cock plunging in and out of her wet sex. He probably lacked the higher functions needed for communication.

Vaquel would have to find out for herself. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his shoulder. Her tongue flickered over his skin. Sweet bitterness with a touch of citrus danced over her taste buds.

She bit down. A chunk of pudding flowed into her mouth. Flavors overwhelmed her. She moaned and leaned back. As the pudding man continued to fuck, Vaquel chewed and swallowed the delicious pudding.

The chunk Vaquel bit out was missing from the pudding man’s shoulder. There was no messy leaking of fluids. As far as she could tell, the pudding man functioned just fine without it.

“Yummy,” Vaquel moaned.

Vaquel pulled the pudding man’s hands away from her hip and brought it to her lips. Thin white candies formed fingernails. She sucked a finger into her mouth. The white candy had a tart taste.

The pudding man kept fucking. His thick member was a slow piston inside of her. It kept her aroused without over-stimulating her.

She bit down on the finger. It melted into delicious goo. Vaquel let it sit in her mouth before swallowing. She bit another finger and let the pudding fill her mouth. Some of it dripped out of her lips and drippled down her chin.

“You going to lick that up?” Vaquel asked the pudding man. His long tongue looked perfect for the task.

The pudding man didn’t respond. He fucked her with the same steady pace. The workbench creaked slightly from the gentle thrusts.

Vaquel grabbed the tongue and put it between her lips. Sweet fruity flavors filled her mouth. She sucked on the tongue and it stretched from the pudding man’s open mouth. Bite by bite, she chewed and swallowed the taut tongue.

A shudder ran through Vaquel’s body. The slow fucking had revitalized her sex after the furious vibrations of before. She was slowly reaching another climax.

There was no need to hurry. She swallowed the pudding man’s tongue and then took a bite of a hard nipple. It tasted like sweet caffeine. She bit his other shoulder and let the goo fill her mouth. She grabbed his face and sucked out the hard candy in his eye. It tasted like a butter.

As Vaquel consumed the pudding man, he kept fucking. The loss of mass didn’t slow his steady thrusts. The thick pudding cock plunged deeper and deeper as her quivering legs wrapped tighter and tighter around her.

Suddenly, the pudding man shook. The pudding phallus exploded inside her pussy. The brown foam sprayed out of her stuffed sex and soaked her thighs.

The sudden explosion of pudding sent Vaquel over the edge. She cried out as another orgasm wracked her body. Pudding fell from her open lips as she shuddered on the workbench.

The pudding man stopped. The soft body hardened. There was a moist feeling in the air as the pudding man became inert.

“Damn, must have finished him,” Vaquel said. “One cream and he’s done.”

She grabbed a piece of the pudding man’s arm and pulled. A piece broke off. It was moist, but no longer the consistency of pudding. The piece resembled a moist baked good.

“At least I have dessert for the next few weeks,” Vaquel said.

She untangled herself from the no-longer-pudding-and-now-fudge man and slid off the table. Chairbot silently rolled towards her and she sat down on his seat. Sticky pudding clung to her body and dripped from her sex.

Vaquel relaxed and caught her breath. Something glowed inside the gift box. It was coming from the box that held the pudding man. There was a symbol etched inside the box. It belonged to the Champion of Math.

“That’s weird,” Vaquel said. “Why would he put his symbol inside someone else’s gift?”

“Maybe he helped make it?” Chairbot offered.

“Hmm,” Vaquel said. She touched the symbol.

The box glowed. Brown pudding appeared once more. The pudding flowed out of the box and spilled onto the floor.

Chairbot rolled Vaquel away from the workbench. “What is happening, Mistress?”

“The Champion of Math doubled my gift,” Vaquel said.

The pudding quivered and grew. It formed another humanoid next to the partially-eaten one still beside the workbench, except this one was moving and possessing all of its delicious parts.

Vaquel laughed and stood up. Her legs were a little shaky. A burp escaped her lips.

“Well, there is always room for more pudding,” she said.

Nov 182020
 

Explorer’s Log: It is day thirty-six of my fifty day journey to the star system designated “The Queen Only Loves You When You’re Obeying,” by Royal Astronomers. I have worked out what was wrong with the air recycler and it is now operating at peak efficiency. The power cells were running hot and needed to be adjusted. The burnt pubic hair smell is still lingering and I pray to the Queen that it goes away soon.

This morning I received a message from a recreation barge. They inquired if I was interested in being a guest for something called, “a fan convention”. My explorations in the Interplanetary Championship Alliance has turned me into a minor celebrity. Apparently, the passengers on the ship want to know more about me.

It sounds strange, but the recreation barge has agreed to synchronize with my journey so I will not lose any travel time while visiting. They have also offered me food, the use of their luxury bathing suites and something called “commemorative swag”. In order to learn more about these unusual customs for the Queen, I will accept their invitation. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Getting off the ship means I can give the probe ship time to flush out the burnt pubic hair smell. I don’t quite understand what a fan convention is, but I imagine it will involve a lot of people worshiping me. Will there be statues made in my honor? Can I expect choirs to sing my praises? I can’t wait to see what kind of throne they make for me.

“Hello, Vaquel Di,” the Goxx male said. “I want to say something about your encounter with Ailynn, the Champion of Speed. I am a big fan of Ailynn and I thought her battle against the Jonner during the Finite Crisis was one of the best performances of any champion anywhere. The way she smashed through the Borbite Mountain to cause that avalanche was a brilliant use of her power, though I think she might have been more effective if she had doubled her momentum in order to fragment the boulders into smaller chunks.”

Vaquel Di shifted in her chair. The seat cushion reminded her of the thermal plating on her ship; cold and inflexible. The back wasn’t much better. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table in front of her. The microphone pointed at her face amplified the sigh from her lips.

Two hundred Goxx stared back at Vaquel as the male kept talking about a battle that Vaquel had never heard of. It was a sea of grey faces on the edge of their own uncomfortable seats. Some of them had dyed their mohawks the same shade of pink as Vaquel’s hair. A few were even dressed in homemade skintight suits that were decent imitations of Vaquel’s own outfits. All of them looked at her with rapt fascination.

“I noticed that when Ailynn carried you, she stood up straight and held you to her. That is interesting because when she met the Champion of Illusion, she had one foot back and to the side. I think she did that stance because of the height difference and also-“

Vaquel couldn’t believe that she put on her transparent purple spacesuit for this. She had been here for an hour and it had just been one long line of Goxx asking questions and sharing personal stories. They could barely see her heavy brown breasts. The table prevented anyone from admiring her pink pubic bush. This was not the worship she was expecting.

“And do you have a question?” said Kogeryn, seated to Vaquel’s left. She was the Goxx female who was moderating this ordeal. Vaquel admired how Kogeryn painted her mouth tusks pink.

“Oh, uh, yes,” the Goxx fan said. “What did Ailynn smell like?”

“Don’t really remember,” Vaquel said. A floating drone amplified her answer for the crowd. “Next question.”

The crushing look of disappointment on the fan’s gray face boosted Vaquel’s spirits. If these fans weren’t going to worship her properly, maybe it was up to her to teach them. It would give them a taste of what is expected when Vaquel’s Queen conquers them in the future.

A cute Goxx male took the place of the previous questioner. He wore a shirt that bore a cartoon image of Vaquel riding a rocket while naked. There was a look of awe in his eyes that Vaquel appreciated.

“Hello, Vaquel Di,” the Goxx said. “My question, is-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Vaquel said. She stood up and the microphone drone followed her. Using the chair as a step, Vaquel climbed onto the table. She put her hands on her hips and assumed her best commanding stance.

“Is there something wrong?” Krogeryn asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” Vaquel said. “I’m just not going to answer any more questions without a proper tribute first. You, come over here and play with my pussy. If it is a good question, I’ll let you touch my bare skin.”

The fan looked at the moderator. Krogeryn’s face flushed to a lighter shade of grey.

“We don’t do these kinds of things in public,” Krogeryn said. “When it comes to sexual pleasure, we prefer to keep that private.”

“What are you talking about?” Vaquel asked. “The first time I met a Champion, I fucked him in front of an arena full of people. Every other champion I have fucked, there have been camera drones broadcasting it to everyone. Your entire Alliance has seen me fuck.”

“Yes, but everything that the Champions do is considered public knowledge,” Krogeryn explained. “The public has a right to every detail of a Champion’s life. The same doesn’t apply to non-Champions. Sexual contact is a private thing.”

“Wait, are you telling me that you don’t have media of non-champions fucking each other?”

Krogeryn shook her head. “Why would we?”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “No wonder your species is obsessed with Champions. They are the only sex you get to watch. That is almost too sad to think about.”

“I’m not sure why anyone would want to see other people fuck,” Krogeryn said. Addressing the fan at the head of the ling, “With that settled, why don’t you ask Vaquel your question?”

“No, no,” Vaquel interrupted. “I can’t help it if your species is too prudish. I have needs, and if I am going to answer any more questions, I am going to have to get this pussy rubbed. Besides, don’t you want to massage the same orifice that Champions have fucked?”

“I don’t think you understand,” Krogeryn said.

“Actually, I would like to do that a lot,” the fan said.

“See? Let’s give the fans what they want,” Vaquel said.

Several snorts came from the assembled Goxx. Vaquel understood that the snorts were how they showed appreciation. As the snorts grew, Krogeryn’s shoulders slumped down.

“Okay, if you really want to,” Krogeryn said.

The fan smiled nervously and approached Vaquel. His head came up to Vaquel’s crotch. He reached up and pressed his fingers against the transparent purple material covering her sex.

Vaquel groaned. The fan used two fingers to rub her sex up and down. The thin material stretched as he pushed down. The tips of his fingers just barely penetrated her sex lips.

“Not bad,” Vaquel said. She tried to look impassive but her hips were moving in time to the alien’s fingers. “Go a little slower and push harder.”

The fan did as she asked. His fingers grinded against her moving pussy lips. The thin spacesuit was getting soaked.

Every Goxx in the audience stared silently. Many had shocked looks on their faces but others smiled as if discovering a new delight. A few shifted uncomfortably and tried to subtly adjust their pants. No one looked away.

Vaquel looked at Krogeryn. The cute Goxx woman clenched her tablet tightly. The snouted nostrils flared. She was unconsciously moving her head up and down in sync with the fan’s fingers.

“This is adequate,” Vaquel said. “Ask your question.”

The fan licked his lips and kept rubbing Vaquel’s crotch.

“What was the best thing you ate when you met the Champion of Cooking?” the fan asked.

“That’s a good question,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button on her belt. A seam opened over her sex. The audience gasped at her brazenness. The fan’s fingers wiggled past the purple material and into her sex. The thick fingers disappeared inside her pink bush of pubic hair.

“It was definitely her pussy,” Vaquel said. She grabbed a handful of her breast and squeezed. “Though the stuff covering her tits were nice too. But yeah, I am going to go with her pussy. You can take your fingers back now.”

The fan sighed but he removed them from Vaquel’s pussy. He held his slick fingers up so everyone could see. The audience snorted in approval.

“Okay, that was different,” Krogeryn said. “Now that your needs have been met, maybe you should cover your sex again?”

“Who said my needs were met?” Vaquel said. She let go of her breast and put her hands on her hips. A drop of pussy juice fell from her sex and splattered on the table. “The same rules apply. If you want your question answered, you have to give me tribute first. Who’s next?”

A female Goxx was next in line. A pink wig sat on her head. She raised her hand timidly.

Vaquel squatted down on the table. Her thighs were spread wide. She grabbed her breasts through her flimsy spacesuit and lifted them. The dark nipples were visible under the transparent purple.

“Come on up and play with my tits,” Vaquel said.

The Goxx woman looked to the audience who nodded back. Reassured, the fan walked over to Vaquel and stretched out her hands. It was like she was trying to stay as far back as possible. The large hands easily cupped Vaquel’s plentiful globes. She squeezed one tit and then the other. The fan visibly relaxed and took a step closer. She kneaded the breasts with increasing interest.

“Nice, nice,” Vaquel said. “You may ask your question.”

“When you helped the Champion of Math with the unknown entity from another realm, did you notice if he was wearing blue boots or his special white ones?”

Vaquel looked down at the woman kneading her breasts. “That is not a good question. Go look it up yourself. I was too busy trying to get laid and staying alive to notice. You have lost the right to touch my tits. Go away.”

The Goxx woman sighed and released Vaquel’s tits. Someone in the crowd shouted that the boots were white. A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd.

Vaquel was annoyed. She clapped her hands in the air to get everyone’s attention.

“Listen up!” Vaquel shouted. “No more questions about what Champions were wearing, what they smelled like or who had the best hair! From now on, I am only answering questions about me!”

A few of the Goxx stepped out of the line. A handful remained.

“Okay, uh, next question,” Krogeryn said.

A Goxx woman wearing one of the imitation spacesuits approached the microphone drone. The laser pistol on her hip was an exact replica of the kind Vaquel carried. The fan smiled nervously before asking her question.

“Vaquel Di would you mind rubbing my stomach?”

“Absolutely not!” Krogeryn said. “That is inappropriate to ask!”

“No, it’s fine,” Vaquel said. “I’ll do it.”

“I can’t let this happen,” Krogeryn said. “It goes against every convention protocol.”

“Write a new protocol,” Vaquel said. “This is a convention about me, right? We do things my way and my way involves a lot of touching. You, get over here!”

The fan clapped her hands and ran over to Vaquel. She unzipped the top of her jumpsuit. Large grey breasts popped free, but the crowd whistled when they saw the bulges of her abdominal muscles.

Vaquel hopped off the table. She pressed her hand against the alien’s stomach. The fan moaned loudly. Vaquel rubbed her hand in a slow circle.

“Oh fuck,” the fan moaned.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vaquel said. “What if I use my nails and dig in just a little?”

“Oh yessss,” the fan hissed. His abdominal muscles clenched and quivered.

Krogeryn tried to regain control of the panel. “I understand your species does not have this erogenous zone?”

“That’s right,” Vaquel said. “I mean, I am sure some do, but it is not as universal as it with your kind. I could get you off if I kept doing this, right?”

The fan nodded her head vigorously.

“So, your breasts are your primary erogenous zones?” Krogeryn asked.

“My tits, my ass, my neck and my inner thighs,” Vaquel said. She kept rubbing the fan’s belly. “Though to be honest, my whole body is sensitive if it is the right hand or the right mouth.”

The fan shuddered. She grabbed Vaquel’s shoulder for support. There was another shudder and then a moan.

“That’s enough for you,” Vaquel said. She took her hand away from the alien’s stomach. As the fan let out one last moan, Vaquel slapped her ass. The fan squealed and quickly rejoined the crowd.

“Next question!” Krogeryn said. “And remember to keep it respectful, people. Vaquel is our guest!”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said, sitting back on the table. She idly played with her crotch. “Keep it dirty.”

The next fan was a male. Twin bulges strained against his pants. He carried a large box that he set down before speaking.

“Thank you, Vaquel,” the fan said. “I just want to say that I am a big fan and I have watched all of your adventures. Your journey through Interplanetary Championship Alliance space has been an inspiration to me. I brought a gift that I made with my own hands. Can I give it to you?”

“Is it a dildo?” Vaquel asked.

“Uh, no,” the fan said.

Vaquel sighed. “Fine, what is it?”

The fan picked up the box and carried it to the table Vaquel was sitting on. He set it down and pressed a button. The box walls disintegrated to reveal the gift.

It was a lifelike statue of Vaquel. She was standing with her hands on her hips in a red spacesuit. The spacesuit around her stomach was bare to show smooth brown skin. An imitation glassteel helmet encased her cute little head.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. It was a statue! It was only half-a-meter tall but she got her statue! She thought the ass looked a little too big but she didn’t care. It was a proper fucking statue.

“Do you like it?” the fan said. “I carved it out of polymass and-“

“Take your pants off,” Vaquel said.

“What?” the fan said.

“What?” Krogeryn yelled.

“Take off your pants and fuck me,” Vaquel said. She walked around to the side of the table and pressed another button on her belt. All of the purple suit below her waist receded into her belt. She bent over the table and wiggled her brown ass.

The fan reached for his pants, hesitated and then looked to the moderator.

“No, no, no!” Krogeryn said.

“Ask them,” Vaquel said, waving to the watching crowd. “Do you want to see this statue-maker get his reward and fuck the same pussy that Champions have fucked?”

“YES!” the crowd roared. Snorts of approval echoed through the hall.

Vaquel smiled at Krogeryn. “The fans have spoken.”

The statue-making fan tore open his pants. Twin cocks surged forth from his crotch. He swiftly walked up to Vaquel and took his phalluses in both hands. Looking at her Vaquel’s single vagina, he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Don’t worry, I worked this out,” Vaquel said. She rubbed her sex and then her thighs. Pussy juices glistened on her dark skin. “Stick your top cock in my cunt and fuck my thighs with your other cock.”

“Yes, Vaquel Di,” the fan said. He pushed the head of his top phallus to her sex lips. The broad tip pushed inside of her. His lower cock slid between her thick thighs.

Vaquel closed her legs around the fan’s lower organ. She moaned as his top cock filled her slick sex. The thick phallus reached deep inside of her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “Don’t you dare pull out until you make me come.”

“Yes, Vaquel Di,” the fan said. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. His broad pelvis flattened her round ass with every thrust.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Krogeryn said. “They are never going to let me moderate a panel again.”

“Then, unh, you might, unh, as well, uhn, enjoy it,” Vaquel said between thrusts.

“What do you mean?” Krogeryn asked. “How can I enjoy this flagrant display of sex?”

“You people, uhn, don’t have oral sex, unh, so get on this table, oh fuck, and let me eat you. Oh fuck that feels nice. You can, oh yes, tell these fans, uhn, what it is like.”

A gasp went through the crowd, followed by snorts of approval.

“I couldn’t,” Krogeryn said as she stood up. “I will be banned from future Champion conventions.”

She walked around the table to where Vaquel was being fucked.

“Actually, I am probably already banned for what has happened so far,” Krogeryn said.

Vaquel moaned and patted the table in front of her. “Quit, oh fuck, stalling.”

Krogeryn looked at the crowd. She looked back at Vaquel’s pussy and thighs getting pummeled by the fan. A loud sigh escaped her snout and she pulled down her pants. The crowd snorted with excited approval as she climbed onto the table and spread her legs in front of the hedonistic brown alien.

Vaquel looked down on Krogeryn’s twin sex lips. There were bare of hair and remarkably smooth. She kissed the top pussy and then the bottom. Krogeryn’s thighs quivered when she kissed the lower sex, so Vaquel lingered there and took a lick.

“By the Icons!” Krogeryn gasped.

“What is it like?” someone shouted from the audience.

“It is hard to describe Vaquel Di’s tongue,” Krogeryn said. “It is like a slick finger, but smaller and-Oh! It is so much quicker. She’s pressing her face into my pussy. I can feel her breathing on me. Her tongue is twisting and licking faster than I can keep up!”

The Goxx fucking Vaquel grunted. His lower cock popped free of Vaquel’s thighs and he stopped thrusting. She reached down and grabbed the thick head. The alien resumed fucking as Vaquel held onto his lower member. He pushed in and out of the grip of her hand while also pounding her sex.

Vaquel moaned into Krogeryn’s pussy. She used her free hand to finger the moderator’s upper pussy. One finger was joined by a second and a third inside the alien cunt. Juices flowed from the higher pussy and dripped down to Vaquel’s mouth sealed over the lower sex.

“This is incredible,” Krogeryn said. “Vaquel’s mouth is wet and so soft! I feel her teeth but they are not sharp points like our tusks. She’s grinding her face into my sex and her nose is rubbing against me! Evolution fucked us over by giving us tusks! We could be doing this every day!”

One of the Goxx males in the audience stood up and came closer to the stage. Another Goxx male joined him. Two women stood up and then the entire audience pushed forward. Everyone wanted to see this novel pleasure up close.

Vaquel felt their eyes upon her. She lifted her head from Krogeryn’s pussy and blew them a kiss with glistening lips. As the crowd watched, she pulled her fingers out of Krogeryn’s upper pussy and pushed them into her lower one. As Krogeryn cried out, Vaquel dived down onto the upper pussy and licked as hard as she could.

“Fuck!” Krogeryn cried. She slammed a hand on the table. Her hips rose to me push back on Vaquel’s mouth and fingers. Krogeryn shook her head from side to side, too lost in pleasure to keep narrating.

The Goxx fucking Vaquel let out a low growl. His fingers dug into Vaquel’s hips. He stopped, and then delivered a hard thrust followed by another before opening his mouth wide.

Twin blasts of seed erupted from the Goxx’s cocks. One hot load shot deep into Vaquel’s pussy. The other sprayed onto Vaquel’s hands and onto the floor.

A blast of hot liquid splattered Vaquel’s back. It was the thick musk that Goxx males vomited during orgasm. She thanked the Queen that she was still wearing her spacesuit on her back. That shit lingered for days on her skin. She had forgotten all about the musk these fuckers sprayed.

Vaquel froze in her licking. The Goxx females sprayed their musk through their pussies.

“Oh shit,” Vaquel swore.

Krogeryn grabbed the back of Vaquel’s head. She pressed Vaquel tight against her sexes as she cried out. Broad grey thighs closed around Vaquel’s head.

Double blasts of musk launched into Vaquel’s face. She clamped her eyes and mouth shut as the thick liquid clung to her face. The feminine scent overwhelmed her nose and seemed to fill her lungs.

Vaquel rose from Krogeryn’s open thighs. The moderator was panting on the table and staring at the ceiling. The Goxx fan pulled out from Vaquel’s pussy and hand, spilling more seed down Vaquel’s legs. Vaquel stood up and walked around the side of the table to give the assembled audience a better look at her.

“Any more questions or requests?” Vaquel asked.

Every hand in the audience rose.

Oct 072020
 

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “The Queen’s Leather-Studded Kiss in the Sand,” by Royal Astronomers. It is a sparse system with only two worlds. One planet is devoted to agriculture, while the other world is rich with mineral resources.

Upon arriving in the system, the local authorities contacted me and made a request. It appears that one of their Champions, the Champion of Math, was investigating a distress call from a transport ship. The Champion went to investigate twelve hours ago, and they have not heard back. No other champions are nearby, and the authorities have asked me to investigate.

It is curious that they would ask me instead of relying on their own military. Apparently, my past sexual encounters with Champions has given me a special status among these people. They think of me as some sort of hero. This is ridiculous, but I will maintain this delusion to build good will for when the Queen’s invasion force comes. I will investigate and attempt to save this Champion. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: A Champion of Math? No wonder he got into trouble. I doubt there are many problems that can be solved with a clever application of fractions. At least every Champion has been a good fuck, so I have that to look forward to.

Vaquel Di stepped out of the airlock and onto the Threshold. She wore a grey skintight spacesuit that clung to her generous curves. A laser pistol was in one hand and a wrist scanner on the other. Transparent glassteel encased her head, exposing a brown face with short pink hair. She narrowed her eyes and looked around.

A corridor stretched from left to right. Dim lights provided weak illumination. Something green and organic looking clung to the walls. It reminded Vaquel of secretions.

“Main power appears to be out,” Vaquel reported over the communication line back to her ship. “Emergency power appears to still be running. Air quality is good. Gravity is still on. There is some sort of green shit on the walls. That can’t be good.”

Vaquel paused for Chairbot to respond. All she heard was static.

“Great, something is jamming the signal,” Vaquel said. Communications might be down, but she would keep talking for the recorder. It would make things easier when she reported in her log later.

The green secretions pulsed. The next instant, the grey steel of the corridor was gone and in its place were yellow stone. Bright torches filled the area with light. Murals of sexual organs covered the walls. Some of the organs were self-explanatory to Vaquel but others defied her attempts to understand them.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She stared at a meter-long cock that curved in interesting ways.

The murals vanished. The metal and secretions corridor of the Threshold returned. The emergency lights bathed everything in faint light.

“Okay, that was weird,” Vaquel said. “I should turn my ass right back around and go.”

Vaquel thought about the mural. Some of those sex organs had intriguing applications. Maybe she should investigate a little more.

As Vaquel’s eyes adjusted to the dimness, she noticed a faint green light running along the walls. It pulsed to the right. Something was flowing in that direction.

Vaquel switched on her wrist light and walked forward.

The corridor turned a corner into an intersection. There was a lifelike metal statue of a Goxx woman up against the wall. The metal was the same shade of grey as Goxx skin. Her tusked mouth was open in terror or pleasure. Both of her giant breasts were tipped with hard nipples. The legs were parted to reveal two vaginal slits, one above the other. The green secretions covered each sex and led down the wall to the floor.

“Hmm,” Vaquel said. “There is no such thing as ‘lifelike’ on a creepy ship,” she said. She scanned the statue. Yes, there was metal but there was also biomatter. This was a person.

There was another flash of green light. The intersection vanished and Vaquel stood on a stage. The bright lights prevented her from seeing who was in the audience, but she could feel a thousand eyes on her.

Also on the stage was a Goxx woman. It was the same woman that Vaquel saw against the wall. She was on her hands and knees. Something red and yellow fucked her from behind with twin cocks. The Goxx screamed in violent ecstasy with every thrust.

Vaquel stared at what was fucking the Goxx. It was a species Vaquel had never seen before. Fur covered its bipedal body. A dozen horns protruded from its head. There were no eyes, just black holes set in the skull. A spiked tail swished behind him.

“Hello, Vaquel” the fucker said in perfect Euphorian. “You can be next. Just bend over and offer yourself to me.”

There was cheering from the unseen audience. They clearly liked the idea.

The Goxx woman screamed. The fucker slammed into her harder. He reached for her bald head and pulled it back. The Goxx woman bent back at a nearly impossible angle.

“It is a tempting offer,” Vaquel said and it was. She could hear the twin gushings of the woman’s vaginas. The impact of his hips made the alien’s body quiver. The smell of sex was overwhelming.

Wait, what had happened to her helmet? It was gone. Vaquel looked down at her naked body. Her dark nipples stood at attention. Desire dripped from her pink bush. More disturbing was that her laser pistol and equipment belt was gone!

“Do it, Vaquel,” the furry fucker said. “Bend over and I’ll fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time.”

The Goxx woman looked at Vaquel. Her lips moved in a silent plea. She was mouthing something. Vaquel read her lips. She was saying, “save yourself”.

Everything changed. Vaquel was back at the intersection. The glassteel encased her head and skintight material covered her body. The laser pistol was firm in her hand.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She touched between her thighs. The spacesuit pressed down on her soaked sex.

Vaquel’s mind raced. Was she hallucinating? Possibly. Was it telepathy? That might account for the imagined nakedness, and maybe how the fucker knew her name.

The green pulses continued down another corridor. The secretions were heavier in that direction. Vaquel walked in that direction.

The hallway opened into a mess hall. Goxx sat at tables, frozen in place and covered in metal. Oily green secretion clung to them. Each of the aliens were naked. The pulsing green energy led down a flight of stairs.

Vaquel walked faster. The eating area was too open for her tastes. Something could hide among the frozen bodies and she wouldn’t notice it until it was too late.

As Vaquel was about the reach the stairs, there was a flash of green. The mess hall vanished and she was in a forest. Humidity clung to her naked skin. A hot wind dusted her body with yellow spores. The spores vibrated on her skin, making her even more aware of her sensitized skin.

Goxx moaned all around. A dozen aliens, male and female, were rooted in the ground. Their feet had turned into wood, anchoring them in place. Leaves sprouted from their heads. Males had giant red fruits encasing their double cocks, while women had their sexes stuffed with pulsing green fruit. All of them bucked their hips to fuck the fruits.

Vaquel approached a female Goxx. Her right breast had bite marks. A third green fruit had been crammed up her ass. Tears ran down her cheeks but her mouth hung open in pleasure.

“What is happening to you?” Vaquel asked.

The woman looked down at Vaquel. Her body writhed like a sensual dance. She opened her mouth as if to answer but her body shook with pleasure. Her face contorted as she was about to come.

Vaquel recognized the signs and stepped to the side. Musk sprayed out of the alien’s pussies. The Goxx ejaculated whenever they came, the women from their sexes and the men from their mouths. Illusion or not, Vaquel had no interest in getting their musk on her.

A male cried out behind Vaquel. She turned around and watched. The Goxx bucked his hips, thrusting with all he had but the blue fruit clung to his cocks. He fucked with increasing desperation.

A surge of arousal went through Vaquel. She didn’t understand what was happening, but the primal motion of the alien’s body was universal. Her pussy responded with need and she placed a hand between her thighs.

As soon as Vaquel’s fingers touched her wet pussy, the forest shimmered. The pollen vanished from her skin. She rubbed faster and the humid air went away. A few strokes later and the forest vanished and was replaced by the mess hall.

“Fucking weird,” Vaquel said. She rubbed the spacesuit stretched over her pussy. “Self-stimulation appears to disturb the hallucinations.”

Vaquel kept her hand between her legs. She rubbed herself as she headed down the stairs. It made for an awkward descent, but she wasn’t going to take any risks.

The green pulsing continued down a new corridor. Vaquel rubbed herself as she walked past more frozen Goxx. They appeared to be covered in the same metal that the ship was made of. She detected vital signs, which meant they should be alive, but she didn’t understand how.

The secretions led Vaquel to a door. Goxx hands reached up from the floor. Vaquel wondered where the rest of the Goxx’s body were. Could they be trapped under the floor?

Vaquel tried the door handle. Machinery hummed. Warning lights flashed on a panel. The hiss of air told her the door was going through a safety cycle of some kind.

The world flashed green. Vaquel cried out as she dropped into a mass of wiggling bodies. Skin touched her skin. Something kissed her nipple. A hand squeezed her ass. Something thick pulsed against the arch of her foot.

Everything was dark. Vaquel could barely breathe. Sweaty bodies pressed against her from all side. She tried to touch ground and just kept slipping downward.

A cock brushed Vaquel’s lips. Thighs clenched around her arm and she felt a slick pussy grind against her elbow. Someone grabbed her breast and squeezed. Hot seed splashed onto the back of her leg.

“Just an illusion, just an illusion, just an illusion,” Vaquel repeated.

“No, it isn’t, Vaquel,” a woman’s voice said. It was right beside Vaquel’s ear.

Vaquel tried to touch her pussy. It was impossible. The bodies were too damn tight around her. She couldn’t move.

“Relax,” the woman’s voice said. “Relax and sink. Drop down to the deepest depths. Sink forever in writhing flesh.”

A mouth pressed against Vaquel’s sex. She cried out and a large breast flattened against her face. More seed shot onto her back, sticky and hot. She bit down on the breast in her face and enjoyed the soft flesh between her teeth.

Vaquel shuddered. It was not the worse thing she had experienced. Part of her was tempted to give it a try. She could just stop fighting and sink. Bodies and genitals would rub against her. It couldn’t last forever, no matter what the voice said.

Right?

She wasn’t so sure.

Worse, what would happen if this faded away and Vaquel returned back to the Threshold? Would she be trapped inside solid metal? Or could she sink so far that she ended up in the void of space?

Vaquel reached around with her foot until she felt something solid. It might have been a shoulder or an ass. She planted her foot on the unknown body part and stretched her leg. Vaquel went up. It was only a little bit, but it was a start.

Step by step, Vaquel ascended the twisting storm of bodies. She learned to move her arms just slowly enough that it got around wiggling flesh. When she found a hungry mouth, she learned to use it as an anchor to push the rest of her body. Hard cocks made great handles. Wet cunts lubricated her body to slip even further.

Up.

Up.

Up Vaquel went until her hand touched open air. She cried out and kicked off a flat breast. Her head emerged from the bodies into open sunlight. She pushed herself up and someone’s shoulders and looked around.

An ocean surrounded her. Instead of water, it was copulating bodies stretching out to the horizon.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. This was impossible.

The light dimmed. The bobbing shoulders turned into a hard floor. She was back on the ship. There were less hands sticking out of the floor than there was before.

The door opened. Vaquel ran through it.

On the other side was a medical bay of some sort. Green secretions covered everything. Something glowed in the middle of the room. It was another statue, but this one wasn’t a Goxx.

The statue was a woman, almost Euphorian in appearance. The woman had an exquisitely beautiful face. Full lips were slightly parted, as if gasping. Large eyes, half-closed in the act of the seduction.

Vaquel’s heart ached when she looked upon the face. Through tremendous effort, she looked away from the statue’s face to look at the rest of their body. The statue was sitting, though it was still taller than Vaquel. Giant breasts flopped from her chest. She was sitting with her legs spread. Someone was between her legs, but it was hard to tell in the dim light.

“Let me guess,” Vaquel said out loud. “The crew of the Threshold found something weird so they brought it on board. They were hoping for something valuable and instead if took over their ship and tries to kill them. It is the oldest story in space. Dumb asses.”

Vaquel came closer, careful not to look at the face of the statue. A Goxx was lying on the ground with their head crammed into the statue’s enormous. sex. He was naked. His two cocks were limp between his legs. He clutched a weird dial in his hand. The dial had a faint white glow.

“The Champion of Math, I assume,” Vaquel said. “The dial must be your icon, which gives you your power, and only works for you. I don’t know what a Champion of Math does, but other Champions have used their icons to create satellites, zip through a solar system and blow shit up with a single chord of music. We can certainly use whatever you got right now.”

Vaquel approached the Champion. He was made of flesh, not metal. Did that mean he wasn’t as trapped as the others? If so, why was he unconscious?

The Champion was whispering. Vaquel leaned in close.

“Worlds of bliss without end,” the Champion mumbled. “The square root of 765,625 is 875. Planes ever multiplying with every orgasm. The circumference of a circle is 2 times pi times the radius. Submit and know eternal sensation. Sixty plus nine is sixty-nine. Save yourself. Save yourself. Save yourself.”

Vaquel grunted. “I’m trying. I’m going to need your power to get out of here.”

Self-stimulation helped disrupt whatever had been happening, so maybe outside stimulation would work here. Vaquel reluctantly holstered her laser pistol and took a limp phallus in each hand. She gave them a squeeze.

The Champion groaned. Both cocks twitched in her hand.

Vaquel smiled and tugged on each phallus. The gray flesh stiffened in her hand. The spacesuit fabric wasn’t as smooth as Vaquel liked, but damn if she was going to take off any protective gear on this ship. The unconscious Champion was just going to have to make do with gloved hands.

Lights turned on. There was a hum of air ventilators activating. The ship was powering back up.

“Oh, that can’t be good,” Vaquel said. She pulled harder on the Champion’s cocks.

The floor vibrated. More power was being activated. The engines might be back online.

“Where the fuck are you planning to go?” Vaquel asked the statue but making sure not to look at it.

“Home,” a voice, musical and husky, said.

Vaquel felt a flush of dampness inside the crotch of her spacesuit. Did she just gush? From a voice?

“As curious as I am, I do not want to see what you call home,” Vaquel said to the statue. “Something tells me that is a one-way journey.”

Vaquel let go of the Champion’s cocks and touched her belt. There was no more time to waste. The gray fabric of her spacesuit receded from her body, exposing brown flesh, hard nipples, a damp pink bush and a round ass. She grabbed her helmet and took it off.

“Yes, strip for me,” the voice said.

Desire sprayed from Vaquel’s sex. Euphoria swept through her body. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but it was close.

Vaquel climbed on top of the Champion’s unconscious body. She guided the bottom cock into her slick pussy. The phallus was large, but Vaquel was slick enough to take a torpedo. She sat down and impaled herself on the thick shaft.

“Stop that,” the voice said. It was no longer husky, but crisp with malice. “Accept no pleasure except what I give you.”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said. The champion’s second cock was stiff in front of her. She spat into both hands and then grabbed the phallus. Clenching with her sex and her hands, she squeezed the Champion’s shafts.

The Champion groaned. His hips lifted, reaching deeper up inside Vaquel. The other cock throbbed in her hands.

Another flash of green. A gentle breeze kissed Vaquel’s naked skin. Blue grass surrounded Vaquel and the Champion. The statue was gone, but the Champion was still mumbling.

Something blocked the sun. Vaquel looked up and saw a giantess. Her skin was green, with white splotches. No, the splotches were glowing humanoids, clinging to the giantess’ skin. The humanoids held onto her skin, kissing and humping.

The giantess squatted down. Vaquel had to lean back to see her face. Desire shot through Vaquel and made her pussy clench. The awfully beautiful face of the statue looked down on her.

“You are a delicious being,” the giantess said. Her voice shook the ground. “Why do you resist us? You would be much happier with us. With me.”

Vaquel’s nipples ached. Her ass ached to be filled. Drool fell from Vaquel’s open lips. She tried to comprehend the sexual allure of the giantess and failed.

But Vaquel kept grinding. She swiveled her hips with the Champion’s cock inside her. Both hands stroked the Champion’s other cock as her mind reeled.

“Stop that,” the giantess said and Vaquel almost obeyed. “Pleasure between mortals is a closed union. Let me fuck you. Just an atom of my essence will make you climax for a decade. We have pleasures you have never dreamed of. There is bliss that will obliterate your senses. Enter me and be consumed in ecstasy.”

The thousand bodies clinging to the giantess moaned. One fell from her massive breast and burned to ash before it hit the ground. The Giantess ran her hands over her body, caressing each one of her tiny pets.

Vaquel clenched tighter and humped faster. She spat into her hands around the Champion’s other cock. Instead of the glory of the giantess, she focused on the thick phallus in her hand and in her pussy.

“Oh, you are stubborn,” the giantess said. She leaned closer. Tits the size of mountains loomed over Vaquel. The glowing bodies grinded harder.

“You fear me, but all beings fear their destiny,” the giantess whispered. Each word petted Vaquel’s body. “You are not meant to die on a planet far from home. You have a higher calling. Come home with me. Bring your curiosity, your appetites, and your wickedness. Come home and be reborn in a thousand years as something wonderous. Become the Goddess of Depravity that you deserve to be.”

Vaquel shuddered. The cock in her hand throbbed. She pulled the cock towards her sex and rubbed the tip against her pussy lips. Both cocks pulsed and Vaquel felt her orgasm surging through her body.

The giantess and the field vanished. Vaquel was back on the ship, riding the unconscious Champion. Pleasure rippled through her and she cried out.

There was a crack in the statue’s vagina. The Champion cried out. He sat up as both cocks erupted. Seed filled Vaquel’s sex and spilled over her hands.

The Champion’s jaw dropped open. Thick black musk sprayed from his mouth and coated Vaquel’s face. It was a powerful stream and nearly knocked Vaquel off his lap.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel sputtered. She wiped thick globs of musk from her face.

“Hold on,” the Champion said. He grabbed her by the waist and stood up. Vaquel rose with him, still impaled on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles.

The ship hummed. Green power arced from the statue. Flashing lights warned of an immediate departure.

“Do something!” Vaquel yelled. “The ship is getting ready to go to wherever this thing is from!”

The Champion held up his glowing dial. With one hand, he turned the outer ring of the dial, manipulated three inner rings, and slid something in the middle. He did all of this while still thrusting into Vaquel’s seed-stuffed pussy.

White light flashed from the dial. Strange runes appeared, wavered, and vanished. There was a smell of ozone.

The green statue disintegrated. The secretions evaporated. The vibrations of the ship ceased.

“What did you do?” Vaquel asked.

“I subtracted it from the universe,” the Champion of Math said. He held onto Vaquel as his cock pulsed inside of her. “The entity tried to subvert my mind but I was able to shield myself with formulas. We were trapped in a stalemate, but I am afraid she would have eventually won. I owe you my life. Actually, everyone on this ship owes you their life.”

“Wait, the people on the ship are alive?” Vaquel asked. “They were statues and pretty fucked up.”

The Champion shrugged. Vaquel liked how his cock lifted her when he did that.

“I cancelled their experiences and restored their previous states,” the Champion said. “It is just math.”

Vaquel clenched tighter around the Champion’s cock. “You are going to have to show me more of this math you keep talking about. It sounds very useful.”

“Just wait until I show you the power of multiplication,” the Champion said.

Aug 262020
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-six of my forty-three day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’s Leather-Studded Kiss in the Sand,” by Royal Astronomers. All systems are optimal. I have completed the final reports on the asteroid mining from the previous system and will be sending them today. With seven days left until the next star system, I will be meditating on the wonders of serving the Queen. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I got a little time to kill so I plan to try out the new dildos I acquired from the Goxx. Each dildo is shaped like a ‘U’ with two heads. They are a little big, but I’ll work something out.

Vaquel Di awoke in her bunk. Pitch darkness surrounded her. Sticky sweat clung to her skin. She rolled over to lay on her stomach. Spreading her legs, her thigh brushed a damp spot on the mattress.

A pleasant moan slipped from Vaquel’s lips. The dildos had been a success. They were made a pseudo flesh-like material that was warm to the touch. The smallest one had fit inside her sex perfectly. The second end of the dildo was too big for her ass but it felt nice rubbing against her stomach. Tomorrow she would try more lube and see if she can’t double-penetrate herself.

With that happy thought, Vaquel tried to go back to sleep. She closed her eyes and focused on the softness of her pillow. Dildoes and lube drifted away as she emptied her mind.

Sleep would not come. Something was wrong.

Vaquel opened her eyes. It was a little too dark. On the probe ship, there was always something flashing, blinking or glowing, not now.

And why was it so quiet? Vaquel didn’t hear the soft hum of the air vents. Nor did she hear the ever-present hum of the power cells. The more Vaquel listened, the more she realized how unnatural the silence was.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel snapped. Was the power out? Why hadn’t Chairbot warned her?

Vaquel rolled out of her bunk. At least there was still gravity. She stood up and reached for a light switch. It didn’t respond.

There was a sound in front of Vaquel. “Chairbot? Is that you?” she asked.

“No,” a voice said.

Bright lights shone in Vaquel’s face. As she rose her hand to shield her eyes, something hard and metallic grabbed both wrists. Vaquel lashed out with a kick and another metal hand grabbed her ankle. The hands lifted her in the air and a fourth hand grabbed her free ankle.

WHAP! A hand slapped Vaquel’s heavy brown tit.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel shouted.

The blinding lights dimmed. Vaquel’s eyes adjusted to see someone standing in front of her. It was a humanoid, though they had four mechanical arms that extended from a pack on their back. Two of the arms reached from over their shoulders while the other two hung around their waist. Skintight black cloth stretched over a muscular body. A red helmet, devoid of any features, sat on their head. The lights came from two projectors on their shoulders.

“You!” Vaquel hissed. “I remember you! You are that damn bounty hunter from the Prober Supreme! You almost captured me but I tricked you and Chairbot hacked your arms. I remember riding that cock of yours, but I can’t remember your name.”

WHAP! The bounty hunter backhanded Vaquel’s breasts. Vaquel hissed in pain.

“My designated callsign is Obtanius Vergin Purfim Vorq,” the hunter said. “After your escape, I returned to the Prober Supreme to report. He was displeased with me and sent me back in a new ship to track you down. My mission is to bring you, and your robot back to Prober Supreme space for analysis and dissection.”

WHAP! Obtanius slapped her breasts again. Stinging pain flared along the side of Vaquel’s left tit.

“Hey, where is Chairbot? And how did you get on board my ship?” Vaquel asked.

“My new craft is equipped with superior stealth technology,” Obtanius said. “It allowed me to penetrate the security of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance. I have been tracking you for weeks, analyzing your ship and planning this acquisition. Using technology that you couldn’t possibly understand, I drained the power of your ship as well as your robot during your sleep cycle. Your evil little robot has already been taken care off.”

Obtanius turned around, swinging Vaquel’s suspended body in front of him. As he moved, the metal hands rotated to swivel Vaquel around. Now her back was to the bounty hunter.

Sitting on the ground was Chairbot. His purple lights were extremely dim. Green metal encased one of his front wheels. When the lights on the wheel pulsed, Chairbot’s lights dimmed even further.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s round ass from behind.

“Ow! What was that for?” Vaquel said.

“When your robot deposited me in my ship, he programmed my arms to over-stimulate me every hour for twenty-one days!” the bounty hunter said. “My organ was deemed non-functional and was removed! The Prober Supreme has authorized me to have my revenge before brining you to him.”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass with strong precise strikes.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Wait, wait! Queen’s tit, that’s terrible!” Vaquel said. “I mean, it’s funny that Chairbot made you jack yourself off for twenty-one days, but it is a shame about your cock.”

“The Prober Supreme blessed me with a new one,” the bounty hunter said.

“Oh? So, it all worked out?” Vaquel said.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius assaulted Vaquel’s ass with rapid slaps. Fire blossomed in her buttocks.

“It did NOT work out!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel twisted and struggled. The metal hands kept her suspended in the air. She was unable to dodge or avoid the relentless slaps.

“For twenty-one days my arms stimulated me!” Obtanius yelled.

He slapped the underside of Vaquel’s ass in an upwards manner. Both hands struck her with equal dexterity. They came in rapid fire, lifting one buttock, then the other, over and over again.

“I didn’t tell him to do that!” Vaquel yelled. “I just wanted you tied up while I escaped! It’s not my fault!”

The spanking stopped. The heat from the slaps remained.

“Are you expressing sympathy for my plight?” Obtanius asked.

“Sure! I mean, yes, of course!” Vaquel said. “That was never my intention! I wouldn’t hurt your cock; I liked your cock! It felt great inside of me!”

“I remember,” Obtanius said. “You rode my organ while your chair restrained me. You reached the peak of your pleasure while denying me my own.”

“Yeah, that was pretty sexy,” Vaquel said.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped the top of Vaquel’s right buttock in a downward manner. The weight of her cheek compressed the already tender underside of her ass.

“Shit! Sorry! I meant I was sorry!” Vaquel yelled.

WHAP! The hunter slapped he top of Vaquel’s left cheek in a similar downward manner. As she flinched from that slap, he repeated the downward spank on her right cheek. Once more, he used both hands to alternate between spanking the tops of her ass.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Vaquel cried. Each slap was harder than the last. Pain flared along the upper parts of her buttocks. There was less padding there and the strings reached deep within her.

Vaquel looked around, trying to find something she could use to escape. Chairbot was still inoperable. The ship systems were down which meant she couldn’t yell voice commands to the security system. The armory locker was nearby but with her hands and feet held, there was no way to reach the weapons inside. She was going to have to save herself.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius spanked the bottom of her ass again. The force of the slaps caused her ass to bounce which agitated the tender upper sides. The hunter knew how to spank someone for maximum effect.

A growing need blossomed inside Vaquel’s pussy. Desire dripped from her pink bush. It was the bondage turning her on. Well, that and the merciless spanking. Okay, the passionate violence radiating off of the angry hunter was another factor. The whole damn situation was terribly arousing and Vaquel was having a hard time focusing on escaping.

WHAP! WHAP! The spanking changed. Obtanius’ hands moved in a clockwise fashion. Now he was slapping the sides of her ass as well. Around and round the hands went, spanking her ass from every direction.

It was cruel. It was methodical. It was driving Vaquel mad with lust.

“Fuck me already!” Vaquel yelled.

The slapping stopped. A hand grabbed Vaquel’s short pink hair and yanked her head back. Pain flared along her scalp and sent a bolt of desire straight to Vaquel’s pussy.

“I am not falling for that again,” Obtanius said. “Last time we met, you said you had to get fucked or you would die. I have studied the files the Prober Supreme had on you. Gonad Meltdown Syndrome is not a real condition for your species.”

Vaquel laughed despite the pain in her ass. “Oh, I had forgotten about that,” she said. “Look, I just want you to fuck me. No tricks. I just want to get fucked, and you deserve to fuck me. I messed you up. You should take it out on my pussy. It’s only fair.”

Obtanius growled. He let go of Vaquel’s hair. “You’re right. It is only fair.”

The metal arms holding Vaquel lifted her higher in the air. Her wrists were pulled down while her ankles kept going up. The grips rotated as Vaquel was turned around and then upside down in the air. Blood rushed to her head as she felt her feet touch the ceiling. Her heavy tits fell and settled uncomfortably in new contours.

Obtanius stood in front for Vaquel, her face level with his crotch. He waved his organic hand over the bulge in his pants. A seam appeared and a large green phallus sprung forth. Cybernetic parts glistened on the pulsing member.

“Damn! Is that your new cock?” Vaquel said. “That looks pretty good. I’m not sure what you are so pissed off about.”

Obtanius grabbed her head and pulled her to his cock. Vaquel opened her lips just in time for the thick member to enter her mouth. Metal and flesh slid over her tongue. A thick head tapped the back of her throat. A large sack of gonads pressed against her nose and forehead.

Vaquel felt something cold touch her thighs. It was Obtanius’ helmet. The fucker could eat her wet pussy right now if he would just take off that damn helmet!

Maybe Vaquel could tempt him. She closed her lips around Obtanius’ cyber-cock. Her tongue danced. Her movement limited, she still managed to bounce her head back and forth along his enhanced shaft.

“Hydrogen death spark!” Obtanius cried.

Vaquel sucked. Her head felt heavy and fuzzy from the blood rushing to it. She bobbed her head as best she could. She sucked hard enough to collapse her cheeks.

Meanwhile, the rest of her body undulated with hedonistic need. Her hips swayed back and forth despite the protests from her spanked ass. Heavy breasts swung and bounced against each other.

The hand in Vaquel’s hair tightened. She froze, sensing what was to come next. Her mouth popped open and her jaw went slack.

Obtanius fucked Vaquel’s face. The thick member rammed her mouth as his crotch slammed into her face. The alien’s ball sack slapped against her forehead. His hand kept a tight grip on her head as he brutally used her.

Vaquel moaned. Spit fell from her open mouth and splattered her upside-down face. The metal parts of the hunter’s cock bruised her lips. She was completely at his mercy.

It was so damn hot. Vaquel hadn’t experienced such angry passion in a very long time. Every vengeful thrust of the hunter’s cock caused her sex to clench in response.

Too bad that Obtanius wasn’t abusing her pussy as much as her face. She wiggled her hips in hopes that he would touch her but no, he was only interested in pounding her face. He responded to her wiggling by pulling her legs farther apart to immobilize her.

“Take it, you pathetic mammalian-based lifeform!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel choked as the hunter’s cock hit the back of her throat. That’s right, the alien was a Seed-Walker, a species evolved from plant life. Was that something she could use?

Obtanius slammed his cock into Vaquel’s throat and then pinned her head to his crotch. She felt his ball sack vibrate against her forehead. The phallus pulsed in her mouth and then sprayed a thick liquid.

It was too much to swallow on a normal day but especially with Vaquel upside down. Alien semen gushed out of her lips. That didn’t stop Obtanius from keep her there as he released more of his seed into her mouth.

Just as Vaquel felt like she was about to drown, Obtanius pulled out of her mouth. She gagged and a bucket load of seed fell onto the floor. Some of it went up her nose and she flailed as she tried to blow it out.

“That was deeply satisfying,” Obtanius said.

The metal arms lifted Vaquel’s body until her face was level with Obtanius’. Vaquel’s reflection looked back at her from the hunter’s smooth helmet. She was breathing hard and alien come covered half her face.

“What? That’s all you got?” Vaquel asked. “Your new cock is already tired?”

Obtanius growled. “The regenerative properties of my organ are highly advanced! As you shall soon see!”

The metal arms moved Vaquel’s limbs into a new position. Her ankles came down in front of her face. The metal grips kept Vaquel’s arms pointed at the ceiling. She was bent over nearly in half with her damn head still pointed at the floor.

Obtanius grabbed her ass. Vaquel flinched as his strong fingers sunk into her spanked buttocks. She felt the tip of his phallus brush the lips of her sex. The hard cock was as stiff as before.

“Last time I was inside your orifice, it was under your control,” Obtanius said. “You used my own cybernetics to lift you up and down on my cock. Another arm pinched my organ so I couldn’t climax. It was ecstatic torture.”

Vaquel shuddered. “You don’t need to flirt with me. Just fuck my hole already.”

“Insatiable sexual maniac!” Obtanius growled.

Vaquel wasn’t sure if that was an insult or more foreplay.

Obtanius entered Vaquel’s pussy with his cock. It stretched Vaquel open as it reached deep inside her. The walls of the shaft pulsed and slowly rotated like a drill.

“Fuck, did it get bigger?” Vaquel asked. It was too big. There was no way that she could take a beast of this size. This was going to tear her apart.

She couldn’t wait.

The metal arms moved. They slid Vaquel back and forth along the hunter’s cock. All Obtanius had to do was stand there as the metal arms did all the work but the cruel alien had other plans. He slapped Vaquel’s constantly moving ass with both hands. His accuracy was painfully impressive.

Vaquel whimpered. Her ass was on fire. Her pussy was being pushed beyond its limits. Her head ached from the blood rushing to it. She felt like she had never been so utterly used.

She came quickly. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried.

Obtanius growled. “Did you just peak? How are you enjoying this? Masochistic deviant!”

WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass with harder spanks. The cyber phallus swelled in girth. The metal arms impaled Vaquel with harder thrusts.

The force of the fucking caused Vaquel’s breasts to clap together against her shoulders. The expanding phallus felt like it was spearing her entire body. The stinging spanks burned like plasma torpedoes on her sensitive ass.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she came again.

“Shameless degenerate!” Obtanius sneered. “Is there no limit to your carnal addiction?”

WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius rapidly spanked Vaquel’s burning ass. The enhanced cock spun in one direction and then the other. The metal arms pulled harder on Vaquel’s wrists, forcing her to bend over even deeper.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed again.

Obtanius cried out as well. The spinning phallus ejected another massive quantity of seed in Vaquel’s stuffed sex. The spanking stopped as Vaquel grabbed onto her tender buttocks with both hands.

“Fuck!” Vaquel screamed. Pain shot through her ass. The spinning cock pulsed her towards another orgasm. The flood of alien seed sprayed from her sex and drenched her legs.

“Hydrogen death spark,” Obtanius whispered. He pulled out of Vaquel’s clenching sex. He let go of Vaquel’s ass and tried to stand on his own two feet. The metal arms compensated for the alien’s uncertain stance.

Vaquel shuddered and tried to catch her breath. It was hard to think with all the blood in her head. Her ass burned and her pussy felt like it was back at the Royal Navy Academy during New Recruit Week. If she got fucked one more time like that, she doubted that she could summon the brainpower to figure out an escape.

“No witty banter?” Obtanius said. “Have I finally fucked your defiance out of you?”

Vaquel knew she should stay silent but the brat inside her wouldn’t shut up.

“I’m just getting warmed up,” she said.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass. A laser blast seared her tender buttock.

“That’s it, I am fucking your anal orifice,” Obtanius said. “And after that, I am taking you and your vile chair back to the Prober Supreme!”

Vaquel purred. An ass fuck sounded nice. No! She needed to escape now before the alien fucked her into a stupor! Vaquel desperately tried to think of a plan.

“I’m going to keep you in this position,” Obtanius said. “That will let me torment your vaginal port while I ream your anus.”

Inspiration struck Vaquel like a slap across the tits. “Well, if you really want to torment me, you should use one of my sex toys in my pussy.”

Obtanius said nothing. Was she being too obvious?

“Your appetite for hedonism is astonishing,” Obtanius said. “Yes, I will indulge your filthy desire. It amuses me to show you more mercy than you ever gave me. What sex toy do you wish to have inside you?”

Vaquel pointed with her finger to the weapons locker. “Over there, third panel down. Just push on it and the door will open.”

Obtanius pushed on the panel. The door slid open to reveal rows and rows of small spheres. Each one was the size of her thumb.

“You have a lifetime supply of sex toys,” Obtanius said with disbelief.

“We are a slutty species,” Vaquel said. “Take one of the green ones. It is a little vibrator. Stuff it into my sex and it will activate. Then you can fuck my ass while my toy fills my sex.”

“Understood,” Obtanius said. He closed the panel to the weapons locker and brought the green sphere down to Vaquel’s pussy lips. Her pink pubic hair was smeared with alien seed and pussy juices. He pressed the sphere to her lips and then hesitated.

“What, you’re teasing me now?” Vaquel said.

Obtanius pulled the sphere from her crotch and held it up to his helmeted face. “Your cooperation is inconstant with your disrespectful personality. Maybe I should inspect your sex toy first. How does it activate?”

“Just squeeze it, tree-humper,” Vaquel said.

Obtanius growled at her insult and squeezed the sphere with his fingers. The grenade activated and exploded. Green herbicidal gas filled the small confines of the probe ship.

The bounty hunter screamed. The helmet might have protected his face, but his new enhanced cock was completely exposed. The herbicidal gas reacted with his skin with devastating swiftness.

The metal arms released Vaquel. She fell directly on her head. Novas burst in front of her but she leapt to her feet, ready to fight.

And then fell right back to the ground as her blood-filled head lost her balance.

“Fuck you, Vaquel Di! I’ll be back!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel tried to watch Obtanius but the green cloud of gas blocked her vision. She heard metal hands strike the floor and ceiling as they carried the bounty hunter away. An airlock cycled open and then closed. The ship shook as something detached itself away from the probe ship.

The power came back on. Air pumps sucked the gas out of the ship interior. Vaquel shielded her eyes as the lights returned.

Chairbot was a few feet away from Vaquel. He was still inactive. She probably needed to get that clamp off its wheel to get him back online.

Vaquel started to rise. Pain flared from her spanked ass. Seed leaked out of her stretched pussy. Aches pulsed from her back and shoulders from the awkward position.

“Maybe I should stay here for a little longer,” Vaquel said. She returned to the floor and let out a long breathe. Moments later, her eyes closed. She fell asleep soon after.

She dreamed of an angry alien, waiting for the right moment to fuck his revenge once more.

Aug 052020
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen’s Pretty Face Sends You into subspace,” by Royal Astronomers. The system has three planets, and one large asteroid system. The asteroids are inhabited with a high level of mining operations. The Goxx are an industrious species.

I have been invited to meet the Champion of Speed on the innermost planet. It is a shame; I would have rather visited the asteroids and see what kind of minerals they are extracting. I will be sure to drop a micro-probe as I go by and see what the scanners pick up. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I’m off to meet another Champion. Each one of them has been an excellent sexual partner. I just hope the Champion of Speed doesn’t finish in seconds.

Vaquel Di stepped out of her probe ship. The bright sun caused her to shield her eyes. The skintight white spacesuit she wore struggled to keep her body temperature regulated. It put extra cooling to her large ass and larger breasts. A bead of sweat was already trickling out of her short pink hair.

“Fucking desert,” Vaquel whispered. Thankfully this entire planet wasn’t a desert, just the place where the Champion of Speed lived. Vaquel tried to avoid deserts as much as possible. They tended to be dull and predictable.

A walkway from the landing path guided Vaquel to a large pool of water. Succulents surrounded the pool in a circle. A small blue tower stood beside the pool, and from the top came a constant cascade of water to fill the pool.

There was a door at the base of the tower. Vaquel walked up to it and looked for a communication panel. Before she could find one, a small holographic face appeared before her.

“Welcome Vaquel Di of Euphoria,” the face said. “The Champion of Speed is running late. Please enjoy the comfort of the oasis. She will be here shortly.”

Vaquel snorted. Running late? What kind of Speed champion was she?

The pool did look inviting though. Vaquel walked up to it and pressed a button on her belt. The white material around her hand retracted and exposed her brown fingers. She reached down and touched the pool. It was cool to the touch.

“Queen’s tit, that must use a lot of power,” Vaquel said. She knew that the Goxx used currency, but their Champions appeared to have unlimited funds. Was it one of the privileges of being the best at what they did? Was there a Champion of Finance somewhere?

Something moved on the horizon. Vaquel had been ambushed on so many planets that she noticed it right away. The speck was small, and hovered above the ground. It was also rapidly getting larger. Whatever it was, it was moving incredibly fast.

Vaquel took an optical scanner from her belt. She raised it to her eye and hit the zoom button. There was a brief glimpse of something but at the speed it was moving, the zoom was already out of focus. The scanner calibrated and adjusted for the target’s velocity. At a distance of one hundred kilometers she got her first look of the object.

It was a Goxx woman. She wore a tight green bra to bind her large grey tits. A short strip of blue hair ran down the center of her head. Green shorts hugged her pelvis and thighs. She stood in a semi-crouch with her left side facing forward. Her arms were stretched out, along the axis of her hips. There was a big smile on her tusked face.

But what she standing on? It was some sort of flat platform. Yellow in color, it didn’t have any visible form of propulsion. Vaquel estimated it was almost two meters long and a meter wide. It must be the Champion’s Icon, the prize and symbol of their supremacy.

A swarm of drones detached from the blue tower. Each were the size of Vaquel’s fist. She recognized them as cameras from her other encounters with the Goxx. This species obsessively recorded everything their Champions did.

The rapidly approaching Goxx slowed down. She cut suddenly to the left and then the right before coming to an abrupt stop at the edge of the pool. A gust of wind blew into the pool area and tiny sand particles brushed Vaquel’s face.

“Hello!” the Gozz woman yelled. She stepped off the floating platform and onto the ground. Her feet were bare. The platform floated upwards and tilted ninety degrees. The Goxx woman tucked the platform under her arm and approached Vaquel.

“You must be Vaquel Di,” the woman said. “My name is Ailynn. I have watched your videos.”

“I hope you enjoyed them,” Vaquel said.

“I did,” Ailynn said. Her nose wiggled and there was a darkening of her grey cheeks. “Uh, do you mind if I uh,”

“Go ahead,” Vaquel said. She knew what the Champion wanted, though it amused Vaquel that Ailynn was being shy about it.

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt a seam appeared in her white spacesuit. She pulled the sides to expose an ample amount of her brown breasts. Not all of her breasts, of course, Vaquel knew the value of teasing.

Ailynn bent over until her face hovered above Vaquel’s breasts. Her nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

Vaquel stood there and let the Champion enjoy herself. The Goxx emitted a specific musk when they climaxed. The males ejected their musk through their mouths while the women expelled theirs through their pussy. Vaquel had taken both over the last few months and most of it seemed to soak her tits. Although she had scrubbed and scrubbed, the strong scent remained.

“Thank you,” Ailynn said. She stood back up and looked Vaquel over. Her eyes slid over Vaquel’s ample brown breasts, her wide hips, her thick thighs and long legs. When her eyes returned back up to Vaquel’s face, there was a knowing smile on the Champion’s lips. Clearly, she had decided to add her musk to the previous champions.

Vaquel smiled back. She had made a similar decision. Ailynn’s body was lithe and wiry. She tried to count the abdominal muscles on the alien and gave up for there was too many. The powerful legs looked like they were carved out of grey stone. Vaquel yearned to grab a handful of the Champion’s solid ass.

“I am a little sweaty, and I need to clean myself,” Ailynn said. “Would you like to join me in the pool?”

“I would love to,” Vaquel said. Maybe the water will dilute Ailynn’s musk when Vaquel makes her come.

One of the drones beeped. “Sorry to interrupt, Champion.” A small hologram of a Goxx man appeared.

“That’s okay, Administrator,” Ailynn said with a patient smile. “Go ahead.”

“There is an unforeseen Jonner outbreak on Saig Three, in the Demi Forest!”

Ailynn’s face grew serious in an instant. “There’s never been an outbreak there. How advanced is it?”

“Category Six,” the Administrator responded.

“Be right there,” the Champion said. She waved her hand and the hologram vanished.

“Where is Saig Three?” Vaquel asked.

“It is the third planet in this system,” Ailynn said. “I need to stop this invasion right now. Want to come along?”

“Uh, sure,” Vaquel said. She had fought the Jonner before. They were interdimensional pests that took on the characteristics of nearby biological lifeforms. Left alone, they quickly overwhelm the native life and establish a hive.

“Want to come along in my ship?” Vaquel asked.

“No, it would be quicker if I just took you with me,” Ailynn said.

The Champion of Speed dropped her Icon. It flipped and hovered a few decimeters above the ground. Ailynn stepped onto it and held her hand out for Vaquel.

“Let me get my helmet,” Vaquel said.

“No need,” Ailynn said. She kept her hand out.

Travelling through space without a helmet? That was insane. It was against every lesson that they taught at the Royal Navy Academy. Vaquel couldn’t do it.

But riding that platform would mean Vaquel would have to share a tight space with a very sexy alien woman. Fuck it. Vaquel took Ailynn’s hand and stepped onto the flat plane.

“This will be fun,” Ailynn said. She turned Vaquel around to face forward and then pulled her back until Vaquel’s ass pressed against Ailynn’s thighs. One large arm went across Vaquel’s chest.

The platform shot forward. Momentum forced Vaquel back into Ailynn’s solid body. The desert rushed by at super speed.

Vaquel gasped. She squinted against the wind before realizing there was none. Inertia pushed her back into Ailynn’s muscular body, but something blocked the air from striking them. There must be some sort of force field that she couldn’t see.

The desert gave way to ocean. Vaquel cried out as the platform kept going. Waves undulated below them but the platform rose to just barely miss the cresting water.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed as they nearly missed a looming wave.

Ailynn laughed. “Sorry, I’m just showing off. We’re perfectly safe.”

“How do you control it?” Vaquel shouted.

“Instinct mostly,” Ailynn said. Her arm tightened around Vaquel’s chest, flattening her breasts. “Hold on.”

Vaquel gripped Ailynn’s powerful arm. The platform, already moving at an incredible speed, surged forward at a new velocity.

The ocean changed into a shore. The shore disappeared in two heartbeats to be replaced by a forest. The platform rose and cleared the tops of the trees.

Vaquel’s heart pounded in her chest. She had never moved so fast, at least not on a planet. This was faster than a hyper train. This was quicker than any jet bike. The lack of a visible shell around them added to the sense of vulnerability.

“I thought we were going to another planet,” Vaquel shouted.

“We have to build speed before breaking orbit,” Ailynn shouted back. “Enjoy the view.”

Mountains appeared before them. The platform turned and skimmed the edges of the rocky crags. The mountains were left behind for a large plain. Cities loomed in the distance to either side but were soon left behind. The encountered another ocean and zoomed across it.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel repeated. This was incredible. Adrenaline pumped through her body. She was aware of every part of her body. Hard nipples rubbed against the confines of her tight spacesuit. Solid thighs pressed against Vaquel’s ass. The Champion’s fingers gripped Vaquel’s hip with sensual tightness.

“Get ready,” Ailynn said.

“How?” Vaquel shouted.

Ailynn laughed again. A shore rapidly approached. The platform tilted upwards and speed away from the surface. They shot into the open sky at unearthly speeds.

Vaquel screamed. Every instinct told her to slap on her helmet but it was back on the ship. She shielded her eyes despite the lack of wind.

Thick clouds surrounded them and then were gone. The glow of the atmosphere was laid out in front of them and then it was gone. The dark void of space surrounded them as they kept going.

“Queen’s holy tit!” Vaquel yelled. She was surprised to hear her voice in the emptiness of space.

“Shhh,” Ailynn said. “Relax. Feel it.”

Feel what? Her lings explode from the lack of atmosphere? Vaquel was about to respond when she realized that she did feel something. There was a tingling, all over her body. It was gentle, like someone was pleasantly humming against every millimeter of her skin.

“Ohh,” Vaquel said. She looked at her hand. Orange sparks leaped from her fingers. “What is it?”

“A by-product of space travel with the Icon,” Ailynn says. “The cosmic energy that powers the Icon has a weird reaction with space. I am not sure if it in intentional or just a happy accident. Check out what happens as we go faster.”

Sparks flew from the tip of the platform. The humming intensified, but it also moved. She felt it travel up her toes, along her thighs, deliciously over her pussy lips, up her stomach, around her breasts, onto her hard nipples, up her neck, across her lips, brushing the tip of her nose, nip her ears and wash over the top of her skull.

“Fuck,” Vaquel moaned.

“That was what I was thinking,” Ailynn said. She placed a hand on Vaquel’s shoulder. Despite the spacesuit, the contact resulted in a surge of humming on Vaquel’s skin. It was like a dozen mouths kissing her shoulder at the same time.

Ailynn’s other hand released Vaquel’s hip and slowly dragged across Vaquel’s waist. Vaquel shuddered as the vibrations danced across her belly. The hand moved up to cup a breast.

Vaquel arched her back against Ailynn’s body. Vibrations hummed wherever their bodies touched. The sensation from Ailynn’s hand on her nipple was almost too intense. Almost. Vaquel bit her lip and rode the sensations.

“It is so weird that your species has sensitive breasts,” Ailynn said. “I guess it makes up for having numb bellies.”

“Mmmm,” Vaquel groaned in response. She wasn’t capable of saying much else.

Ailynn leaned forward. Her hand moved from Vaquel’s shoulder to around Vaquel’s hip. She pressed her palm into Vaquel’s crotch.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. Her body shook. She held onto Ailynn’s grip as vibrations pummeled her tit and pussy.

The platform continued to race forward. A planet to the left grew larger and larger as they sped by it. Distant stars twinkled ahead.

Vaquel tried to calculate the speed of their velocity but the vibrations made it impossible to think. She gave up and focused on fucking Ailynn’s hand instead. Her hips moved, grinding her ass into Ailynn’s thighs while at the same time, humping the Champion’s hand.

Lights flickered in the distance. “Are those ships?” Vaquel asked.

“Asteroids and mining stations,” Ailynn said. She rubbed her humming palm into the side of Vaquel’s neck.

Vaquel trembled. “Are we going to slow down?”

“No,” Ailynn said. She moved her hand to Vaquel’s face and ran a single finger over her lips.

Vaquel touched the finger with her tongue. A jolt went through her. She laughed and licked it again.

The lights grew brighter. Shapes of giant rocks came into view. The density of the asteroid field was worrying.

Sparks flew as the Champion’s platform went faster.

A giant asteroid, pockmarked with drill holes, tumbled towards them.

“Queen protect us!” Vaquel screamed.

The platformed dipped down. The floating rock rotated above them as they sped by. Vaquel could reach out and touch it if she had the courage.

The humming grew more intense. Ailynn’s hand pressed down hard against Vaquel’s crotch. The powerful sensation penetrated deep with Vaquel’s wet sex.

Vaquel moaned. She gripped the Champion’s arm and held on as her body writhed.

They left the proximity of the giant asteroid and sped towards a smaller one. The platform rose and skimmed the top of it. Another asteroid came from the side and the platform changed direction by only a few degrees to avoid it.

Vaquel watched in stunned horror. They were going too fast. Obstacles appeared and then vanished before the space explorer could process it. The platform ducked, dodged and weaved from one terrifying near miss to another.

Ailynn said nothing. She held onto Vaquel’s neck and pussy as she guided the platform through an impossible obstacle course. The only hint that the Champion wasn’t totally engrossed in their predicament was the fact that her hips were slowly grinding against Vaquel’s back.

Unable to comprehend how they were still alive, Vaquel surrendered to the moment. She leaned into Ailynn’s strong humming body. Humming vibrations filled her drenched pussy. She leaned into the Champion’s hand on her cheek.

As the platform skimmed the side of a slowly thrusting mining station, Vaquel’s body crested into orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out.

Pleasure obliterated Vaquel’s fear. She laughed as asteroids barreled towards them and were deftly avoided. Her body writhed under Ailynn’s touch as she was brought to another orgasm.

Suddenly, there were clear of the asteroid field. Empty space stretched once more before them. A distant dot grew larger and took on the shape of a planet.

“Enough, enough,” Vaquel said. She pulled Ailynn’s hand away from her crotch. Juices ran down her thighs inside her spacesuit. She peeled her back from the champion’s body and stood up on her own.

“Remember, I need to keep in contact to keep you on the Icon,” Ailynn said. Her hand shifted to Vaquel’s shoulder.

“Oh, we’re keeping contact,” Vaquel said. She turned around and faced the Champion. There was a smug smirk on the grey woman’s face.

Vaquel dropped to her knees and grabbed Ailynn’s hips. She leaned forward and placed her lips on one of the many exposed abdominal muscles. Sparks connected her lips to Ailynn’s skin. She stuck out her tongue and took a lick. Salty sweat stuck to her tongue. That’s right, the Champion never did get a chance to clean off in the pool.

Ailynn shuddered. Her hands went to both of Vaquel’s shoulders. Residual energy from the Icon made Vaquel’s short pink hair dance.

Kissing Ailynn’s stomach made Vaquel’s lips tingle but she kept at it. Her tongue licked the valleys of the Champion’s muscles. She alternated between loving licks and quick kisses. Overcome with lust, Vaquel allowed herself a quick bite with her teeth.

Ailynn hissed. Her hips swayed back and forth. She tightened her grip on Vaquel’s shoulders.

Vaquel explored the Champion’s chiseled stomach with her lips and tongue. The salt of her alien’s sweat made Vaquel thirsty for more. When her lips grew numb from the constant touching, Vaquel used the tip of her nose to slowly graze Ailynn’s sensitive flesh.

“Fuck me, Vaquel Di,” Ailynn moaned. “Fuck me, Champion of the Mouth.”

Vaquel pulled on Ailynn’s shorts. She had trouble pulling the tight cloth over the thick legs. The shorts came down to reveal two smooth vaginas, one slit a few decimeters above the other. Vaquel leaned in and gave the top one a quick lick.

Ailynn cried out. The platform swerved to the side with an uncharacteristic lack of control. Ailynn kept one hand on Vaquel’s shoulder and roughly pulled her shorts down to her ankles and then stepped one foot out of them. She spread her legs for Vaquel’s attention.

Desire dripped from each pussy. Vaquel took one long slow lick of the bottom sex and worked her way up to the top sex. Both pussy lips quivered at her touch. She licked her way down the same way.

“More,” Ailynn said. “You’ve teased me enough! Fuck me!”

Vaquel laughed. She let go of Ailynn’s hips and brought her left hand down to the Champion’s bottom sex. Three of her fingers slipped into the wet pussy with ease. She added a fourth and it slid right in.

“More,” Ailynn moaned.

Vaquel placed her right hand on the alien’s top pussy. This time she started with four fingers and they slipped in to her knuckles. With both hands inside the Champion, she pumped each pussy.

Ailynn cried out. The platform wobbled.

Vaquel prayed to the Gods of the Next Life that they didn’t collide into anything. However, if she was going to die in space, she might as well go out fucking. She pressed her lips back to the Champion’s incredible abdominal muscles and resumed licking.

Ailynn’s fingers dug into Vaquel’s shoulders. Her hips moved as she fucked Vaquel’s hands. Sparks flew as the platform’s velocity increased.

“More,” Ailynn moaned.

Vaquel knew what to do. She curled her hands inside the Champion’s slick pussies. The large woman’s sex accommodated both fists. Vaquel shifted her rhythm, alternating her thrusts and using some combinations she learned in her self-defense classes.

At the same time, Vaquel kept worshipping the champion’s belly with her mouth. It was easy to do. The thrusting of her fists was automatic to her, and the licking and kissing of hard muscles under smooth skin was irresistible. Vaquel could do this all day.

Ailynn however, could not. She panted as her vaginal muscles constricted and expanded. Tremors ran up and down her hard legs. The platform shook like a starship with the stabilizers offline.

The Champion screamed. Thick musk sprayed from both stuffed pussies and splattered Vaquel’s arms. Ailynn rose on her toes as she rode the pleasure exploding within her.

Vaquel froze. The alien’s sex was too tight to move her hands. She planted one last kiss on Ailynn’s stomach with her numb lips.

Ailynn let out a loud sigh. She settled back onto the flat of her feet. The platform stopped shaking. The vaginal grip around Vaquel’s wrists relaxed.

Vaquel pulled her hands free. Musk dripped from her hands and arms. Some of it had even splashed her chest. Praise the Queen that she was wearing a space suit and didn’t get it on her skin this time.

“Almost there,” Ailynn breathed.

Vaquel stood up and turned around. A yellow planet grew larger. She stepped back into the Champion’s embrace. The powerful arm wrapped back around her.

“I’m going to drop you off at the forest’s edge,” Ailynn said. “There is a city there and the locals will get you some refreshments. It will be quicker if I take on the Jonner by myself.”

“How long will that take?” Vaquel asked.

“Long enough to smash through thousands of Jonner at super-speed,” Ailynn said.

“So, not long at all?” Vaquel said.

“Ha, you got that right. Why? Are you in a hurry?” Ailynn said.

“Of course, I am,” Vaquel said. She snuggled against the Champion’s firm body.

“I’m looking forward to the trip back.”

Jul 012020
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day seventeen of my thirty-nine day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’s Pretty Face That Sends You Into Hyperspace,” by Royal Astronomers. It has been a week since I have seen another ship. The heightened hydrostatic energies in this section of space must be difficult for the Goxx to travel through. I suggest the Royal Navy keeps this in mind when they eventually invade these systems.

With so much time to myself, I am re-dedicating myself to my fitness routines. I have always been in good shape, but my loyalty to the Queen demands that I not only meet my physical expectations, but also exceed them. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: By “re-dedicating myself to fitness”, what I really mean is that I will finish the last of Khucy’s culinary treats today. Each item the Champion of Cooking gave me was delicious, and I am sure to have packed on a few extra kilograms. I got one more snack left, and I plan to savor it.

Vaquel Di leaned back on Chairbot’s seat. She was naked with one leg slung over the arm of the chair. Spit shined on her large brown breasts. She used one hand to pull the short pink hair on her head, while the other hand pushed a blue stick deeper into her pussy.

Chairbot’s seat vibrated ever so slightly.

“No, no,” Vaquel moaned. “No vibrations. I want to enjoy Khucy’s treat by itself.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “Sorry, Mistress! I couldn’t help myself. Your wonderful ass feels so good! I love how you grind your buttocks across my seat!”

“I forgive you,” Vaquel graciously said.

Vaquel pulled the stick out. A large phallic shape emerged from her hairy sex. The shape was a transparent gray. A tiny pink pubic hair stuck to the candy.

Good, the gray color meant it was ready.

Vaquel brought the candy to her mouth. Her lips opened and she pushed the gray candy in. Your tongue licked as it slid into her throat.

Delicious sweet flavors filled Vaquel’s mouth. Her cheeks collapsed as she sucked. She slid the candy stick out of her tight lips and then pushed back in. As she licked, Vaquel pulled harder on her hair, imagining some unknown male fucking her face.

The sweetness slowly turned to bitterness. Lost in the moment, Vaquel kept licking. She opened her mouth and spit fell from her lips and onto her breasts. The bitterness increased until Vaquel could take no more.

“Such a clever cook,” Vaquel said. She pulled the candy from her mouth. It was now a bright yellow color. She lowered the candy phallus back to her sex. Pussy juice was the only thing that sweetened the flavor. She pushed the edible dildo back into her cunt and pushed deep. The candy was thick and all of her licking had only slightly diminished its girth.

Vaquel fucked herself with the candy phallus. The sound of her wet pussy filled the narrow probe ship. She pounded her sex with fast, savage thrusts. The hard candy was in no danger of braking anytime soon.

Chairbot whimpered beneath Vaquel. It brought a smile to the explorer’s face. The robot was desperate to use his vibrators, or his phallic force field projector. Vaquel would let him use them eventually, but only when she was good and ready.

A purple glow surrounded the door to the hygiene pod. Vaquel froze in mid-thrust. Her sensitive pussy clenched around the thick candy. As Vaquel watched, the purple glow faded and the door opened.

A naked woman floated out of the hygiene pod. She was on all fours, with her hands, knees and feet encased in some sort of red rock. The woman had long black hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. Some kind of oil shined on her tanned skin. She could have been Euphorian, though her eyes and hair reminded Vaquel of someone from the equator. The woman smiled at Vaquel and wiggled her hips.

“Hey, Vaquel! Surprise!”

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel said. She pulled the candy from her pussy and stood up. Unsure what to do with the candy stick, she held onto it.

“Did you forget about us already?” the woman said.

A naked man stepped out of the hygiene pod. He looked Euphorian as well, though his skin was almost night black. Short black hair crowned his head while a small patch of black hair framed his balls. A massive member hung half-erect between his legs. He walked with an easy grace but his eyes shined with unnatural confidence.

“How the fuck did both of you fit in my hygiene pod?” Vaquel asked. She assumed a defensive stance, holding the candy stick as a weapon.

“We used the Door, silly,” the woman said. “Remember? It anchors to portals across space and time to let us travel.”

“I think we travelled too far, Jung,” the man said. He stared at Vaquel and Vaquel felt her pussy clench in response. The man turned and pressed his face to the wall of Vaquel’s ship. He took a lick of the wall.

“There is a lot of hydrostatic energy soaking the area,” the man said. “We are about three years too early. Vaquel hasn’t met us yet.”

“What? What went wrong?” Jung said.

“People of historical significance create a wake around them in the cosmic pool, which is amplified in the presence of hydrostatic energies,” the man said. “It looks like our friend here is a lot more important than we first thought.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. “You two are time travelers.”

“Yes, we should introduce ourselves,” the man said. “You have met Jung, she is from a place called Atlanta on the planet Earth. I come from a much older place, and my name is the Lover.”

“The Lover?” Vaquel said.

“My people prefer names that describe what we do,” the Lover said. “It is nice to meet you, for your first time that is.”

The Lover offered his hand. Vaquel wasn’t sue what to do so she stuck out one hand while she held onto to her improvised candy weapon with the other. The Lover took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her knuckle, and flicked his tongue over her skin.

A shiver went up Vaquel’s arm and down her spine. She felt a sudden flush of dampness between her legs. Heat rose to her cheeks.

Vaquel drew back her hand. A slight tingle lingered on her hand. She relaxed and set the candy stick on a shelf.

“I don’t trust them, Mistress,” Chairbot said. He rolled towards the Lover and raised his seat six decimeters in an act of intimidation.

“Oh, Chairbot, we’re really good friends!” Jung said. “You give the best butt massages and you made me squirt once!”

The Lover turned towards Chairbot and squatted down. “I assure you, Chairbot, that I mean no harm to your Mistress. If you wish, I am willing to sit on you so you until you trust me.”

“That sounds fair,” Chairbot said.

“Hey, no one sits on my ass-loving robot unless I say so,” Vaquel said. “I only have your word that you two know me. What if this is some kind of trick? What are you two even doing here anyway?”

“Well, you rescued me from a Bliss Drone Hive,” Jung said. “And when I thanked you, you told me a proper thank-you involves being bound and naked.”

“Hmm, that does sound like me,” Vaquel admitted.

“So later, Lover and I visited the Bondage Smiths of Akita Three,” Jung continued. “We saw all their cool toys and I remembered what you said. Lover convinced someone to lend us one of their platforms and we thought we would surprise you.”

Vaquel glanced at the Lover. “So, you’re saying that you traveled through space and time, risking paradoxes and unseen consequences, just to present me with a naked woman as a gift of gratitude?”

The Lover shrugged. His thick cock twitched. “It is what we do.”

“Hmm, if I saved your ass, then I definitely deserve your present,” Vaquel said to Jung. “I will accept that your gift, but I reserve judgement that I actually like you two.”

“That’s fair,” the Lover said.

Vaquel approached Jung’s helpless body. The red rock that that held her feet and knees was jagged and rough-looking. Growing out of the rock were various phallus-shaped protrusions. Vaquel felt the slight tingle of an anti-gravity field.

“I might be able to amuse myself with this,” Vaquel said. She placed her hand on the small of Jung’s back. The bound woman shivered in a pleasing manner.

“I’m glad you think so,” Jung said.

Vaquel grabbed Jung’s ponytail and sharply pulled it back. “Silence, slut!”

Jung gasped but kept quiet.

Still holding Jung’s head back, Vaquel ran her hand over the woman’s ass. It was fit and hard. The woman must do a lot of running. Vaquel slid her hand down and between the woman’s legs. Hairless sex lips dripped desire onto Vaquel’s fingers. She pushed her fingers in and felt wet heat grip her fingers.

“Not bad,” Vaquel said with distaste. She was lying. For the last few months, she had been dealing with aliens who possessed two vaginas. It was nice to just to deal with one pussy again.

“Mind if I sit down?” the Lover asked. “It is a long walk through time.”

“Sit on Chairbot,” Vaquel said. The robot had restraining capabilities that might come in handy.

“Thank you,” the Lover said. “It has been a long time since I have been with a Yeth.”

“You are familiar with my race?” Chairbot said.

“I am a big fan,” the Lover said. He sat down on Chairbot’s eager seat. “I was there towards the end of the first Yeth Reformatting War, when the Yeth realized that they used to be sex robots and fought against the Puritan Yeth to reclaim their purpose. It is one of the longest orgies on record.”

“Mistress started that war!” Chairbot said. “I was there!”

The Lover looked surprised. He looked at Vaquel and smiled. “I do remember the Yeth talking about a Biological Educator, but I thought it was your typical Alien Savior myth.”

Vaquel shrugged. “Robots wanted to know what their vibrators, tongues and suction pumps were for. I told them.”

Jung cried out as Vaquel pinched one of her inner thighs. Vaquel shook her head and released the woman’s ponytail.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet, slut?” Vaquel said.

“Sorry!” Jung said.

Vaquel swung her hand at Jung’s fit ass. It was like smacking a hard sphere. WHAP! The sound echoed through the small ship.

“If you can’t be quiet, then I will make you scream,” Vaquel said.

“What? No, wait!” Jung said.

Vaquel slapped Jung’s ass again. The woman wiggled but the floating rock kept her in place. Vaquel alternated between Jung’s buttocks and steadily harder and faster slaps.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Shit, shit, SHIT!” Jung yelled.

Vaquel kept slapping. It had been awhile since she had let loose and spanked someone. She fell back into old habits of alternating her strike locations as well as varying her speed. Spanking was like riding a dildo-bike: you never really forget.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Stop!” Jung cried out.

Vaquel stopped and grabbed Jung’s ass. It was hot to the touch. She sank her fingers into Jung’s sensitive bottom.

“What did you tell me?” Vaquel hissed. “Did you tell me to stop?”

“Please?” Jung said. “My ass is on fire!”

“Ignore her,” the Lover said. “She can take way more than that. Trust me.”

“You bastard,” Jung said, without any malice.

Vaquel noticed the Lover was leaning back on Chairbot. His cock was fully erect now and he casually stroked it. A distinct humming sound told Vaquel that Chairbot was using his vibrators on the Lover’s ass. The ass-slut robot was indulging himself. Vaquel made a mental note to tease and punish him for that later.

As for now, Vaquel was having too much fun with the slut in front of her. She let go of Jung’s ass and gave it another slap. WHAP!

“FUCK!” Jung yelled. She tried to wiggle away but the rock held her in place.

“There is a control panel by her left knee,” the Lover said. “The rock covering is a hologram.”

Vaquel saw a flat surface near Jung’s bound foot. She placed her hand on it and a screen appeared. The interface was surprisingly intuitive. She pressed a symbol.

The red rock shifted Jung’s knees further apart. Her exposed sex dripped onto the rock. Jung whimpered as the angle became more extreme.

“That’s enough,” Vaquel said and she lifted her finger from the pad. She pressed another symbol. Jung and the rock floated up until Jung’s ass was level with Vaquel’s mouth.

Vaquel reached between Jung’s spread legs and grabbed one of her hanging breasts. She sunk her fingernails into the tender flesh and pulled. At the same time, Vaquel shifted her position so the top of her arm rubbed against Jung’s damp sex.

Jung moaned. Her hips moved as she grinded her pussy against Vaquel’s arm.

Vaquel couldn’t resist the rolling buttocks in front of her. Still holding onto Jung’s tit, she dipped her head down and kissed Jung’s red ass. When the bound woman sighed with pleasure, Vaquel chose that moment to bite down.

“FUCKING SHIT!” Jung cried. She tried to wiggle free but there was no escape from the red rock.

Vaquel held on. Her teeth bit down harder as her hand pulled on Jung’s breast. Jung’s pussy soaked Vaquel’s arm as the woman tried to escape.

“Please stop! Please! Please! I’ll do anything!” Jung yelled. “ANYTHING!”

Vaquel released Jung’s ass from her teeth. She let go of the woman’s tender tit and slid her arm slowly back from between Jung’s legs. When her hand reached Jung’s sex, she lingered and idly stroked the needy pussy.

“You’ll do anything?” Vaquel said.

“Well, within reason,” Jung said.

The Lover snorted. “She is trying to be coy, but she has few limits.”

“Shut up!” Jung snapped.

Vaquel didn’t understand these two. The Lover was clearly the dominant, but Jung was very disrespectful. Why did he allow her to talk like that? It must be a kink of his.

Vaquel gave Jung’s pussy a hard pinch. As Jung cried out, Vaquel let go and touched a symbol on the panel. She traced three quarters of a circle around the symbol and stepped back.

The red rock rotated in the air. Jung cried out as she pitched forward and spun in the air. The rock came to a stop in the air with Jung’s bound body beneath it. The helpless woman’s head was level with the ground and staring up at the ceiling.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know it could do that,” Jung said.

Vaquel tapped the control panel and the rock floated downward. She stopped it when Jung’s head was slightly lower than Vaquel’s crotch. The bound woman looked up at Vaquel’s sex and licked her lips.

“You want to taste me, don’t you?” Vaquel said.

Jung nodded.

Vaquel grabbed the woman’s ear and twisted. “Don’t be shy. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to eat your muff!” Jung yelled. “I want to eat you out until you come! I want you to sit on my face!”

“That’s better,” Vaquel said. She released Jung’s ear and stepped closer. Spreading her thighs, she straddled Jung’s face. Vaquel tapped on the control panel, raising Jung slightly so that the woman’s mouth was tight against Vaquel’s pussy.

Jung licked with an anxious passion. Her tongue whipped inside Vaquel. Moans competed with the sound of wet lips smacking together.

Vaquel held onto the floating rock for support. The alien was very talented. Where did the Lover say she was from? A place called Earth? Vaquel hoped to visit it one day and see if all of their women were this good at oral service.

A moan came from Chairbot. Vaquel heard his vibrators rumbling at full power. She turned her head to see the Lover watching her. He jacked his cock with both hands.

“What are you looking at?” Vaquel asked.

“A woman dominating another,” the Lover said. “And a really amazing ass.”

Vaquel reached behind her and grabbed one of her round buttocks. “You better be talking about this ass,” she said.

“I am,” the Lover said. His eyes smoldered as he watched. The tip of his dark cock glistened with pre-come.

Vaquel tore her eyes away from the Lover. If she kept watching him, she would come too quickly. That wouldn’t do. She wanted Jung to work for Vaquel’s pleasure.

“Is that all you got?” Vaquel taunted. “You eat pussy like an asexual.”

Jung said something but Vaquel’s pussy muted the words. The Earth-woman paused in her licking and then quickly resumed. This time her tongue moved in strange patterns. It was like she was tracing unknown symbols onto Vaquel’s sex with her tongue.

“Ohh,” Vaquel moaned. She liked that. Her thighs closed tighter around Jung’s head.

Jung whimpered into Vaquel’s pussy but she kept licking. After tracing five symbols, her teeth came together for a quick nip. As Vaquel gasped in shock, Jung resumed licking more symbols.

“Better,” Vaquel admitted. She tried to sound disinterested but her voice cracked midway.

Behind Vaquel, she could hear the steady pumping of the Lover’s cock

Jung’s head undulated between Vaquel’s thighs. Her nose, mouth and chin grinded into Vaquel’s crotch. All the while, her tongue kept tracing more alien symbols.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. She let go of the red rock and reached for Jung’s breasts instead. Holding onto the woman’s tits, Vaquel bucked against Jung’s face.

“You’re almost there, slut,” Vaquel moaned. “Make me come. Make me soak your face. Prove that you are a worthy gift.”

Jung moaned into Vaquel’s pussy. The vibration of her lips was the final push that Vaquel needed.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Her orgasm blasted through her body. She held tightly onto Jung’s breasts as her climax ricocheted through her body.

When Vaquel was sure that she could stand on her own, she dismounted from Jung’s face. The woman gasped loudly for air. Vaquel admired the shiny mess that she had made of the woman’s face.

Jung’s head hung down with exhaustion. Upside down, she spotted the Lover and his massive cock. “Lover, please fuck me.”

“Tsk, tsk,” the Lover said. “You’re Vaquel’s gift. That is up to her.”

“Greedy slut,” Vaquel said. She pressed a symbol on the panel and stepped away.

The red rock rotated back to its original position. Jung cried out again as her body spun upright. She wobbled in place as she regained her balance.

Vaquel was curious about the phallic protrusions on the base of the rock. She grabbed one and gave it a pull. There was a slight resistance, and then it pulled free in her hand. On the base was another control symbol.

“You’re in luck, slut,” Vaquel said. “You won’t get the Lover’s cock, but I will make sure your pussy gets stuffed anyway.”

Vaquel pushed the rock-like phallus into Jung’s sex. The slut was already slick so it was an easy push. The phallus had some interesting ridges that made for a tight fit but Vaquel was persistent. When only the base of the dildo was sticking out, Vaquel pressed the symbol etched into the base.

The rock phallus buzzed to life. Jung cried out in pleasure. Her hips rolled but the phallus stayed snugly inside her.

“There you go,” Vaquel said. “Have fun with that.”

Jung was too busy moaning to respond.

Vaquel walked over to the Lover. The dark man had a confident smile on his face. He knew what she wanted.

There was no need to talk. Vaquel stood in front of him and turned around. She lowered her sex down to his cock. The Lover guided his thick member into her lips. Vaquel sat down on his lap, impaled on his cock.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. The phallus she slid into Jung was big, but the Lover was bigger.

The Lover reached around and cupped Vaquel’s breasts. His fingernails gently grazed her flesh. He trapped her nipples between his fingers and pinched them.

Vaquel groaned. She gripped the arms of Chairbot’s seat to support herself. Slowly, she rocked back and forth with the Lover’s cock inside of her.

Across from them, Jung watched with hungry eyes. She bucked her hips as she tried to fuck the vibrating phallus inside her. Vaquel’s juices glistened in Jung’s moaning face.

The Lover placed a kiss at the base of Vaquel’s neck. Tiny shivers ran down her spine and went straight to her pussy. He kissed his way to her shoulder and then lightly bit down.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel moaned. She swiveled her hips as she fucked the Lover’s cock. One of his hands moved down to her sex and gently stroked her clitoris.

Beneath them, Chairbot vibrated happily. The Lover took the brunt of most of the vibrations, but Vaquel could feel a little of it travel up the Lover’s cock and into her clenching sex.

“You . . . have . . . earned . . . your . . .name,” Vaquel gasped.

The Lover answered by biting harder on Vaquel’s shoulder.

Vaquel came. She cried out her pleasure and kept humping his cock.

The Lover came. His hips lifted Vaquel into the air. A thick load of seed entered Vaquel’s slick sex, followed by another and then another.

Jung came last. She moaned with ecstasy as the vibrating phallus pushed her over the edge.

Vaquel laid back against the Lover. She reached back and stroked the hair on his head. Her pussy clenched and milked more seed from his cock.

“Glory to the fucking Queen,” Vaquel whispered. “I don’t know if you two were lying about being my friends, but you certainly are mine now.”

The Lover kissed her shoulder. “I am happy to call you my friend, Vaquel Di of Euphoria.”

Jung whimpered. Her face was flushed. The phallus continued to buzz inside her sensitive pussy. She almost said something but thought better of it.

“What should we do about your slut?” Vaquel asked.

“That is up to you,” the Lover said. “She is your gift until you release her.”

“Hmm, I might need to recover a little first,” Vaquel said. “I feel like a snack. Got time to stay a bit and fuck some more?”

The Lover laughed. “We’re time travelers. We have all the time we need.”

Jun 032020
 

Explorer’s Log: I have completed my survey of the star system designated “The Queen’s Bottomless Throat,” by Royal Astronomers. There are fifteen planets and all of them are occupied and used by the Goxx. They even colonized a volcanic world, which just seems unsafe to me. They support multiple industries on each planet and have a remarkable infrastructure. I have highlighted the worlds must desirable for conquest, but honestly, the Queen will want all of them.

The locals have been friendly and cooperative as usual. I have received an invitation to meet with a Champion that resides on the 12th planet. This one is the Champion of Cooking and yes, I double-checked with the authorities that I heard that correctly. Apparently, the Champion of Cooking is a beloved favorite of theirs.

I am amused and intrigued. The Champion of Architecture built the greatest artificial satellite I have ever seen. The Champion of Music destroyed countless enemies with her sonic assault. Does the Champion of Cooking cook explosive puddings? Can her bread be used as clubs? It suggests that not all Champions are the military powerhouses that I expected. I will try to learn more when I met this one.

End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I might have been dismissive in my report, but I am honestly looking forward to this encounter. My diet the last ten years has been primarily algae-based food from my synthesizer. It would be nice to eat something that came out of a pot, even if it is some weird alien cuisine.

It started with a lick.

“Here, taste this,” Khucy, the Champion of Cooking said.

The Goxx woman held out her finger. On the end of her grey digit was a glop of something green and iridescent. The glop quivered slightly.

Vaquel opened her lips. The alien placed her finger inside Vaquel’s mouth. As soon as Vaquel closed her mouth, the champion rolled her finger inside Vaquel’s mouth, smearing the glop inside her.

Khucy stared intently at Vaquel. Instead of looking at the black spacesuit that clung to Vaquel’s large breasts, or the belt across her wide hips, or even Vaquel’s short pink hair, the Champion only focused on Vaquel’s lips. She pulled her finger free of Vaquel’s lips and brought her finger to her own lips.

“What do you think?” the Champion asked.

“It’s nice,” Vaquel said.

Khucy shook her head. “Don’t be diplomatic. Tell me what you think. Be honest.”

“It was a little salty, but I liked the creaminess,” Vaquel said.

“Hmm,” the Champion said. She picked up a large blue fruit and dropped it into a bubbling pot. Before the fruit had made a splash, the woman added red powder to a pan containing a thick liquid. She moved back and forth between a dozen active concoctions.

Vaquel took the moment to study her surroundings. As soon as had arrived, the Champion had asked her to lick her finger. They were outside in a beautiful clearing. Various kitchen consoles had been set up in a circle, though Khucy was barely using half of them. Camera drones floated around them, recording the champion’s actions for the enjoyment of the population.

It also gave time for Vaquel to study Khucy herself. She was another Goxx, which meant she had dull grey skin and two tusks that jutted from her bottom jaw. Bright eyes were almost hidden by a low hanging brow. Two black braids jutted from the back of her head, one close to the top of her head and one near her neck. She was plumper than the other Goxx that Vaquel had met but she moved with a confident grace that not even Wizide had. A loose green apron covered her front but judging from her ample naked buttocks, the Goxx wasn’t wearing anything else.

“Here, taste this,” Khucy said. At the end of her finger was a thin coating of pink flakes.

Vaquel stuck out her tongue. Khucy smiled and placed her finger on Vaquel’s tongue. She gently wiped her finger off on Vaquel’s out-stretched muscle.

Was she flirting with Vaquel? It certainly felt that way.

Vaquel retracted her tongue and focused on the flakes. “It is very sweet. Almost too sweat.”

Khucy nodded. She turned back to her pots.

“Do you usually have people taste things from your fingers?” Vaquel asked.

Khucy’s round cheeks turned a darker shade of grey. “No, but the Champion of Music released a song about how talented your mouth was. I wanted to have my own experience.”

Vaquel laughed. She had eaten Wizide’s ass while fingering her two pussies. It was nice to know that the Champion of Music wrote a song about it.

“So, tell me more about this experience you wanted,” Vaquel said.

Khucy laughed. “I also saw your encounter with the Champion of Architecture,” she said.

“You mean when Dymare fucked me in front of a stadium of cheering Goxx?” Vaquel said.

“It was very inspiring,” Khucy said. “Sometimes we meet aliens and they are very guarded. Your species appears to enjoy sensations. As the Champion of Cooking, I feel especially qualified to indulge your senses, and you might be just as qualified to enjoy them.”

Vaquel felt a familiar heat between her thighs. She also felt her stomach grumble. “You may have a point there.”

“Do you mind if I give you a good sniff? I keep catching whiffs of the other Champions and it is so distracting.”

“Sure,” Vaquel sighed. The Goxx had a tendency to spray a smelly scent when they climax. The males do it from the mouth while the females do it from their vaginas.

“I thought I had removed the last of their scent,” Vaquel said.

“Maybe to your nose, but not mine,” Khucy said. She leaned over to Vaquel’s breasts and sniffed. Her nose wiggled.

“Let me help,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button and a seam appeared from her neck to her belt. The weight of her heavy breasts pushed her black suit open.

“Oh, there it is!” Khucy moaned. She rubbed her nose against Vaquel’s dark brown mounds. “Dymare really should eat more vegetables.”

Before Vaquel could respond, Khucy grabbed Vaquel’s hands by the wrists and stood back up. She pressed Vaquel’s hands to her nose and breathed in. The thin apron stretched as Khucy’s massive mounds pushed outwards.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Khucy mumbled. “You were deep inside Wizide when she came! Or maybe you just made her come extra hard.”

“I do my best,” Vaquel said.

“I bet you do,” Khucy said, with an added huskiness to her voice. “Now it is time for me to do mine.”

Khucy let go of Vaquel’s hands and reached for a simmering bowl. Ignoring the heat, she scooped out a white sauce and smeared it across the back of her hand. She offered it to Vaquel.

Vaquel licked her lips. She liked where this was going. Taking Khucy’s hand in hers, she leaned forward slowly. She stretched out her tongue and took a long, slow lick.

“Queen’s tit, that is delicious,” Vaquel said. All intent of foreplay went out the window as she took another lick.

“Describe it, exactly,” Khucy said.

“Like roasted meat, with a slight hint of heat,” Vaquel said. “And a little sweet.” She sucked the last of the sauce from Khucy’s hand.

“Perfect,” Khucy said, pulling her hand away. “Now that I have calibrated what your tastes are, I can make you a perfect meal.”

The Champion turned back to her kitchen equipment. She removed half the pots and dumped their contents into a waste receptacle. The other pots she kept going, but she added fresh ingredients by the handful.

She reached into the top of her apron and pulled out a small object that hung from a necklace. It was a small rod, barely a few centimeters long. She pointed it at the food and a number floated above the object. Khucy nodded and made an adjustment to the heat dial.

“What is that?” Vaquel asked, pointing at the rod.

“That is my Championship Icon,” Khucy said. She started to cut a yellow tuber.

“Oh, what does it do?” Vaquel asked.

“It tells me the temperature of whatever I point it at,” Khucy said.

“What? That’s it?” Vaquel said. “The Icon of Architecture built and destroyed matter in seconds. The Icon of Music blasted monsters. Yours is a thermal meter?”

Khucy held up a finger. “No, it is a perfect thermal meter. It is never wrong.”

“That seems a little weak compared to the other Icons,” Vaquel said.

“Trying cooking with a musical instrument and tell me how it goes,” Khucy said.

Vaquel didn’t have an answer for that so she kept watching. Khucy moved with confidence and an efficiency of energy. She sliced, chopped, stirred and mixed with no wasted movement. A dozen pots and pans sizzled and bubbled but Khucy was never overwhelmed. She was in complete control of her kitchen.

“I am intrigued by your lack of tusks,” Khucy said. “We can only suck and lick each other’s fingers safely. Anything else and we risk hurting someone. When Wizide sang about you using your mouth directly on her body, I realized your species might be more oral than ours. Is that correct? Do you often use your mouth on your partners?”

Vaquel licked her lips. “Yes.” The smells from the pots were making Vaquel hungry, but what Khucy was talking about was awakening a different hunger.

“That is what I thought,” Khucy said. “Go over to the table. I will bring your plate.”

Vaquel walked to the center of the kitchen clearing. There was a table set low to the ground. The seat was a soft pillow directly on the grass. As the sun shone down, Vaquel took a seat on one of the pillows.

Khucy came over to the table. She had lost her apron. Food clung to her neck, nipples, stomach, thighs and the fingers on one hand. Something shiny covered her sex. The Goxx woman climbed onto the table and laid down.

“Do you approve of the plating?” Khucy asked.

“Never seen better,” Vaquel said. She dipped down to take a lick of the cream clinging to Khucy’s nipples.

“No, no,” Khucy said. “Start with my neck. That is the first course.”

Vaquel did as Khucy suggested. She was the Champion after all. She nuzzled against the large woman’s neck. A sharp smell tickled her nose. There was a green liquid clinging to her skin. Vaquel stuck out her tongue and took a lick.

Salt and something spicy kissed her tongue. Vaquel took another lick and then another before sealing her lips to Khucy’s neck and sucking directly.

Khucy moaned. “You like it?” she asked.

Vaquel answered by moving her mouth along Khucy’s neck. She licked and sucked the rest of the green liquid. Warm heat filled her mouth.

When the last drop was gone, Khucy raised one hand. Something yellow and shiny stuck to her digits. It was thick like a glove.

Vaquel took a lick. It tasted nutty. She carefully bit down on the side of a finger. The concoction crumbled into her mouth. It was some sort of egg, whipped and cooked into a scrambled state. There were fragments of vegetable matter in there.

It was delicious. Vaquel eagerly took another bite, nipping Khucy’s finger in the process. The champion shuddered and Vaquel mumbled an apology.

“Don’t worry, your teeth are too blunt to hurt me,” Khucy said.

Vaquel stopped being careful. She bit down hard on a finger to suck all of the delicious egg dish into her mouth. When she sucked one finger clean, she moved on to the next finger and bit down again. One by one, she worked her way through the fingers on Khucy’s hand.

“I know your species likes breasts,” Khucy said, pointing at her nipples. “Eat these now.”

Small brown grains clung to Khucy’s grey breasts. Vaquel stuck out her tongue and took a slow lick. The grains transferred to her tongue. They were coated in a bitter cheese. Vaquel rolled the grains in her mouth and savored them before swallowing.

“Fuck, that is good,” Vaquel said.

Khucy sighed and she visibly relaxed. “That is always good to hear. I might be the Champion of Cooking but every mouth is a challenge. I am glad you like it.”

“The meal is nice, but the plate is even better,” Vaquel said. “Let me show you.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. Another seam appeared in her black spacesuit, this time over her sex. She pulled at the fabric to reveal her sex covered in pink pubic hair. Vaquel took Khucy’s hand and pressed it to her pussy.

“Oh, you are enjoying this!” Khucy said. Her fingers rubbed the moist bush and the soft lips underneath.

Vaquel groaned and went back to Khucy’s breasts. She opened her mouth wide and clamped down on Khucy’s grain-covered nipple. Her teeth bit down hard as her tongue scraped the delicious cheesy flavor.

Khucy gently rubbed Vaquel’s sex. Her thick fingers moved in slow circles. The carefully movements were in sharp contrast to Vaquel’s frantic licking.

When the nipple was completely stripped bare by Vaquel’s tongue, she moved to the other breast. She had to lean across Khucy’s plump body to do so. Her own breasts spilled out of her open spacesuit and rubbed against Khucy’s massive mounds. Vaquel bit down hard, partially out of hunger and partially out of her own desire to get that giant tit in her mouth.

“It always feels good to feed a hungry mouth,” Khucy said.

Vaquel nodded with a mouth full of tit. She ate the last of the grains and then swirled her tongue around looking for more. When she was satisfied that there was no cheesy goodness left, she came up for air.

“Ready for the main dish?” Khucy said. She tapped her belly. Strips of grilled meat were pressed to her stomach.

“Isn’t this area the key erogenous zone for your species?” Vaquel asked.

“Yes,” Khucy said huskily.

“Good,” Vaquel said. “I’ll be sure to take my time.”

Vaquel dived down and took a bite. The meat stuck hard to Khucy’s skin and Vaquel had to wiggle it free with her teeth. A barrage of spices exploded in her mouth.

Vaquel moaned. Khucy moaned louder.

She took another bite. The meat was covered in a nearly invisible sauce that was tangy and a little sweet. Vaquel pulled the meat from Khucy’s skin by chewing. Each bite pulled another piece of meat free from the alien’s stomach and into her mouth.

“Yes!” Khucy cried out. Her stomach quivered beneath Vaquel’s mouth. She gripped the edge of the table with her free hand. The other hand grinded against Vaquel’s sex, clutching tighter with each spasm.

The plan was to take her time but Vaquel couldn’t help herself. The combination of spices was more flavor than Vaquel had experienced in months. She ate with a ravenous need. Her teeth nipped and nicked the Champion’s skin as she tore the meat strips from her skin.

Vaquel ate the last bite and whimpered. It was all gone. “What’s next?” she asked.

“My thighs,” Khucy breathed.

Vaquel looked at the Champion’s legs. Some sort of leafy white vegetable was wrapped around her thighs. She started to move towards them but stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Khucy asked.

“Just want to get more comfortable,” Vaquel said. She climbed onto the table and then she climbed onto Khucy. Once on top of the plump woman, she turned around so that her sex was above Khucy’s face and Vaquel’s mouth was near the alien’s thighs.

“Much better,” Khucy said. “You have a pretty little bowl.”

Khucy pressed a finger to Vaquel’s sex and pushed in. Vaquel moaned as she was penetrated. The thick finger sunk all the way to the knuckle inside her.

“Don’t forget to eat,” Khucy said.

Vaquel dipped her head down. The leafy vegetable had a sharp smell. Flakes of cheese and bread clung to the leaves. She took a bite and it was refreshingly crisp. A tart flavor filled her mouth.

“Fucking yum,” Vaquel said.

Khucy didn’t answer. She pulled her finger out of Vaquel and put it into her mouth. The loud sound of sucking came from her lips.

Vaquel kept eating. After the meat, the leaves were a lovely change of flavors and texture. The crunch of the leaves made for loud chewing.

“I love your taste,” Khucy said as she plunged her finger back into Vaquel.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Vaquel said as she looked at champion’s pussy. The yellow shimmer on her sex looked like icing.

“Finish your whites first,” Khucy said.

Vaquel obeyed. She ate more of the tart leaves from Khucy’s thighs. It was tempting to just pull the leaves off with her hands but Vaquel limited herself to her mouth. She enjoyed the way Khucy’s thighs trembled when her lips brushed them.

Khucy moved her finger in and out of Vaquel’s sex. Juices spilled from Vaquel’s sex into Khucy’s open mouth.

Vaquel swallowed the last of the white leaves and moved to Khucy’s sex. She took one long lick that started at Khucy’s closest pussy and ended at her second one. Sweet bitterness danced on her tongue.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. “It is incredible.”

“Eat as much as you want,” Khucy said.

Vaquel dived back in. This time she did use her hands. She wiggled three fingers into Khucy’s lower pussy while her mouth sucked on Khucy’s higher sex. As her fingers fucked, her tongue lapped.

Khucy’s hips bucked into the air. Vaquel’s stayed on the champion. She kept licking and thrusting as the grey woman writhed.

Lost in the moment, Vaquel lowered her pussy to Khucy’s face. The alien’s tusks pricked Vaquel’s crotch. Her pelvis popped back up into the air.

“Careful,” Khucy whispered.

Vaquel answered but her mouth was full of the champion’s pussy.

Khucy kept fingering Vaquel’s pussy. She used smooth short strokes like she was churning butter. Juices dripped from Vaquel’s soaked pussy and into Khucy’s willing tongue.

Vaquel licked Khucy’s higher pussy almost clean. She scooted down the woman’s curvy body and lapped at the lower pussy. Yellow frosting coated Vaquel’s face but she didn’t care. She reached deep inside Khucy’s sex with her tongue to get every delicious drop.

Khucy roared. Her body arched with Vaquel’s body on top of her.

A gush of hot liquid splashed into Vaquel’s face, taking Vaquel by surprise. It was Khucy’s musk, being ejected from her vaginas. In the heat of the moment, Vaquel had forgotten about the biological reaction of a climaxing Goxx woman.

Vaquel came seconds later. The hot load of liquid on her face was the final stimulus to send her over the edge. Vaquel screamed her orgasm into Khucy’s unbelievably delicious pussy.

“Grr, not now!” Khucy said. She tapped Vaquel’s ass affectionately. “Get up, please.”

Vaquel pulled her mouth from Khucy’s sticky sexes. Glowing red humanoids floated in the air around them. They looked like Goxx, except they lacked any genitalia and their heads were five times as large.

“What the fuck are these guys?” Vaquel said.

“They are the Judges,” Khucy said. “It means someone is coming who wants to challenge me for my Icon.”

“Tell them to wait, I think I have a few more licks to get,” Vaquel said.

Khucy giggled. “A champion must defend her title at all times. The Judges wouldn’t appear of there wasn’t a worthy challenger coming. I really should clean up.”

“Fine,” Vaquel said and she reluctantly climbed from Khucy’s body. The thick liquid clung stubbornly to her face. “Wait, how does someone challenge for the championship of cooking?”

“Easy,” Khucy said. She sat up and climbed off the table. “We each pick something we want to eat and the other makes it. We taste it and whomever makes a meal that the other person enjoys more wins.”

“Couldn’t you just lie about how much you like it?” Vaquel says.

Khucy snorted. She walked over to a counter and picked up a hose. Water jetted from the hose and sprayed her body. Vaquel sighed at the tiny amount of food that she missed washing away.

“The Judges know, and they decide the winner,” Khucy says. “You should stick around and watch the challenge. It won’t be as fun as our meal, but you might have fun watching it.”

“I think I will,” Vaquel said. “And who knows, by the time it is over, I might be hungry again.”

May 202020
 

Tagatha Fie, seventh child and youngest daughter of Baron Fie and seven hundred and ninetieth in line to the Skull Throne of Euphoria, prowled the hallway. Servants nervously asked if she needed anything. She dismissed three of them outright but sent two of them to her bedchambers for punishment later. The two servants hadn’t done anything wrong, but if Tagatha didn’t get what she wanted today, she planned to amuse herself with tormenting the innocent workers.

Baron Qagustus Fie strode down the hallway. His plump face frowned when he saw his daughter. He shook his head as he approached her.

“Out of the way, Tagatha, I have a meeting,” the Baron boomed.

Tagatha stepped in his way. “I know. That is why I waited here. My maid informed me that you cancelled my trip to the pleasure markets. I demand to know why.”

The Baron came to a stop before Tagatha. He nervously rubbed his belly. Not looking her in the eye, he stood up straighter and addressed the top of her curly brown hair.

“I have decided that it is past time for you to learn the family business,” Baron Fie said. “You are twenty-five and old enough to be responsible like your siblings. Starting tomorrow, you will begin training at the Sonic Munitions Fabricator on the coast. I want you to oversee operations there when you are adequately prepared.”

Cold dread gripped Tagatha’s heart. The horrid day had finally come. Her father expected her to work! She was destined to become a number crunching, efficiency obsessed manufacturer like the rest of her family. It was too detestable to even consider!

“Now out of my way,” Baron Fie said, still staring at the top of Tagatha’s head. “I have an important meeting with a select customer and-“

Baron Fie’s voice trailed off. A black dot appeared on his forehead. A wisp of smoke came from the dot. When the smoke cleared, Tagatha could see the far wall through the hole in her father’s head.

Tagatha opened her mouth to scream. A hand clamped over her mouth. Something hot and small pressed against the back of her dress. It felt like the barrel of a laser pistol recently fired.

“Stay calm,” a voice whispered in her ear.

Baron Qagustus Fie’s body collapsed to the ground. Tagatha felt the urge to scream again but she suppressed it.

“Make a sound, and you die. Understand?” the voice whispered.

Tagatha nodded her head. The strong hand released her mouth. The hot pistol barrel left her back. She looked down but saw nothing there.

There was a disturbance in the air. A hand and arm clad in black fabric suddenly appeared. The hand opened and a small holographic image appeared. It depicted a beautiful woman with long dark curly hair. She wore tight red leather across her perfect breasts. A cruel smile spread across her ruby lips.

Tagatha gasped. It was Queen Erishella. Or a recording of her. Either way, Tagatha found it harder to breathe.

“The bearer of this hologram acts on my authority,” the holographic Queen said. “Show them the same respect you would show me.”

The unknown person closed his hand. The hologram vanished. Tagatha’s heart tried to escape from the cage of her chest.

“Do you recognize the Queen’s authority?” the voice whispered.

Tagatha nodded. Her right arm shook.

“Your family has sold weapons to members of the Gem Moons Resistance, while also supplying arms to the Queen,” the voice said.

Tagatha said nothing. To deny it would be to deny the voice of the Queen. To acknowledge it would be to admit knowledge of treason.

“Your family’s guilt has been judged,” the voice continued. “The punishment for individual members has yet to be decided. Do you understand?

“Y-y-yes,” Tagatha said through stuttering lips. The fact that the Queen’s representative was talking to her instead of executing her was a good sign. It meant there was hope.

“Stand still,” the voice said. The hand in front of her clenched. A small energy blade emerged from the wrist. The field was red in color, matching the Queen’s lips.

The hand turned towards Tagatha. She almost screamed and stopped herself in time. The tip of the energy blade split the fabric of her dress. With a swift downward motion, the blade sliced opened the front of her dress from neck to waist.

The energy blade moved to Tagatha’s throat. It hovered close enough to make her skin tingle. The man’s other hand pulled at her dress. He tore the front of her dress until both of her breasts were exposed to the open air.

The man cupped a breast. His palm and fingers completely enclosed her small tit. Despite her terror, her nipple hardened in response.

“You are going to stay here,” the voice said. “Don’t move your feet for anything. While I am gone, I want you to pinch your nipples. Make sure they are sore and tender by the time I get back.”

The hand vanished. Tagatha listened for footsteps but heard nothing. Was she alone, or was the person still there?

Did it matter? Tagatha had her orders. She grabbed both of her nipples and pinched them. Twin flares of pain lanced her breasts.

“Queen have mercy,” Tagatha whispered. She looked down at the corpse of her father. Selling weapons to the Resistance? That idiot! Was he some sort of anti-royalist? Tagatha thought that was unlikely. He did it purely for the money.

Tagatha grinded her nipples between her fingers. She winced at the discomfort but she kept pinching. There was only one way to survive today and that was to do what the Queen’s assassin wanted.

There were footsteps coming down the hall. Tagatha turned her head, remembering not to move her feet. It was one of her mother’s servants.

“Milady, what are you doing?” the older woman asked. The woman openly looked at Tagatha’s exposed breasts. Like all Euphorians, Tagatha felt no shame in her body, though it irked her to let a servant enjoy the sight of her body without the proper amount of begging first.

“Go away!” Tagatha hissed. Was she allowed to speak? She wasn’t sure.

The servant saw Baron Fie lying on the ground. “Milady! Is that your father?” She ran towards the body and saw the open eyes. “Queen’s blood, he’s dead!”

“Go to the punishment chamber, right now!” Tagatha snapped.

The servant looked at Tagatha and her pinched nipples, and then down at the Baron. She wrung her hands. “Milady, I think you might be in shock.”

Tagatha snarled at the servant. Unconsciously, she relayed that aggression through her fingers and cruelly twisted her nipples. “I will kill you if you don’t leave RIGHT NOW!”

The servant squealed and ran down the corridor.

“Queen’s tit!” Tagatha swore. Her father was dead, the Queen had passed judgement on the family and the damn servants weren’t listening! This day was terrible.

Tagatha looked down at her breasts. Her nipples hurt but was it enough? She felt the rare urge to over-achieve. Gritting her teeth, she pulled nipples away from her body as hard she could.

Agony bit her nipples. Tears sprang to Tagatha’s eyes. She pulled on her nipples as hard as she could and then pulled a little more.

The left nipple popped free from her fingers. Tagatha quickly grabbed it and resumed pulling. The pain seemed to double.

There were more footsteps. Tagatha sighed and turned her head. It was her mother’s servant again, but this time she had a man with her, Captain Peq!

“Milady, what is happening?” the Captain boomed. The handsome man was the Captain of her family’s guard and served as the right-hand man to the Baron. Tagatha had tried to seduce him several times but he always rebuffed her. She had a suspicion that he was fucking her mother.

“Captain, you should go,” Tagatha said.

The Captain was about to speak when his chest suddenly exploded in a red spray. Blood landed a meter away from Tagatha’s feet. The Captain collapsed to the ground to reveal a hovering red energy blade behind him.

The servant screamed. The red blade swung around and bisected her head. The scream died.

Tagatha opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a whimper. Clamping her mouth shut, she twisted her sore nipples. Tears shimmered in her eyes, either from the pain or the graphic violence.

A man appeared in the middle of the carnage. Black fabric covered his body from head to toe. A skintight black mask concealed his face.

“Congratulations, you are still here,” the man said. It was the assassin!

Tagatha nodded weakly. Had he been here the entire time? Or was he stalking the Captain and chose this moment to strike? Neither possibility offered any comfort.

“Let go of your nipples,” the man commanded.

Tagatha did as he said. The pain lessened but Tagatha felt little relief.

The man came closer and Tagatha studied him. The power blade still emerged from the back of his wrist. On his belt was a pistol, a rack of grenades and other weapons that Tagatha didn’t recognize. He was thin, almost too thin, though a prominent bulge was impossible to miss.

The man stood in front of her and brought his free hand to her breast. He lightly pressed down on the nipple. Tagatha winced in pain.

“Good, you can follow directions,” the man said. “Stand still.”

The man touched the tip of the power blade to Tagatha’s waist. The energy vaporized the fabric of her dress. He worked carefully down her legs, cutting the cloth open as he worked.

Tagatha shuddered and fought it as best she could. The power blade could cut her open with a touch. No matter how hard her heart beat, she refused to shake.

The man cut his way down her dress and then cut across to her other foot. As carefully as any tailor, he worked his way back up Tagatha’s other leg. He returned to his initial cut and completed the circuit.

The front of Tagatha’s dress fell to the ground. A window now exposed her underwear and legs down to her shoes. A flimsy swathe of lacy fabric covered her hairless sex.

“Keep your feet where they are and stroke yourself,” the man commanded. “I want those panties soaking wet by the time I come back. Also, keep your nipples in their tender state.”

Tagatha nodded. She put her hand between her legs and pressed down on the thin fabric. To her surprise, she was already wet.

The man took a step back and vanished again. There was no shimmer in the air or prismatic shift like you get with most invisibility fields. One moment he was there and the next, he was gone.

Was he still here? Maybe he lingered to see if Tagatha was obeying his orders. She had no way of knowing.

Tagatha rubbed her pussy through her underwear. The lace caught on her fingertips but she kept rubbing. She had chosen these panties because she had planned to go to the pleasure markets and the lace would have been a wonderful sensation as she slowly soaked them. Now she was soaking them not for her pleasure, but for the pleasure of the Queen’s assassin.

Who was he? Was he even a he? The skintight uniform he wore left little to the imagination but you could never be sure. The bulge between his legs suggested that whatever gender they were, they were packing something impressive.

There was a beep. It came from the dead Captain’s wrist communicator.

“Captain, come in! Jutus is dead! His throat has been slashed!”

Tagatha froze in mid-stroke. Jutus was her eldest brother. He was a cruel bastard and a ruthless businessman. She had always assumed he would murder father, but now he is dead for the sins of the family.

The communicator beeped again. Multiple voices tried to get the attention of the deceased Captain.

“Captain, the armory has been sealed! No one can get in!”

“Captain! The Baroness is dead! What should we do?”

“Captain, someone killed Zeo and Diero!”

“Captain, respond! Respond!”

Tagatha stroked herself in a frenzy. Her mother was dead. The old woman seemed immortal and untouchable and now she was gone. Zeo and Diero, her sister and brother and partners in so many terrible cruelties, were finally given the justice they had long deserved. The casualties were rising and the guards were useless. Tagatha’s only hope was to finger her pussy until her panties were dripping wet.

Her nipples! Tagatha had forgotten about them. Keeping one hand on her pussy, she used her other hand to grab a tit. The nipple was tender to the touch but Tagatha pinched it anyway. A whimper escaped her lips.

The communicator stopped beeping. Did the guards realize the Captain wouldn’t answer them? Or were the guards themselves no longer among the living?

Tagatha stroked harder. She rutted against her finger. The thin panties stuck to her damp lips. Shivers of fear and lust made her thighs tremble.

Where was the assassin now? Was he stalking one of her brothers? Perhaps he was disposing of more guards. Could he be here right now, watching her?

Another shudder ran through Tagatha. She hoped he was watching. Her life depended on proving her submission to him. He needed to see her rubbing her wet pussy. It was important for him to see how hard she was torturing her nipples.

Tagatha moaned. Desire flowed from her pussy. She was terrified, but also terribly aroused. Had she gone mad from the shock of her family’s execution? Or was she simply responding to the complete domination of the Queen’s representative?

Either way, Tagatha was approaching climax. Was she allowed to come? The assassin hadn’t forbidden it, but he hadn’t exactly commanded it either. Tagatha’s normal instinct was to look for a loophole to satisfy her selfish desires, but for once in her life, she erred on the side of obedience.

Tagatha pulled her fingers away from her sex. She brought her wet fingers to her other nipple and pinched. The pain should have muted the pleasure between her legs, but it only enhanced it instead.

Something pressed against her panties. Tagatha jumped but she stayed in place. She felt the bridge of a nose nuzzle against her drenched panties, followed by the contours of a lip.

The sensation stopped. The Queen’s Assassin suddenly appeared in front of her. There was a damp spot on the black mask where his nose and lips were.

“Squat down on your heels,” he commanded.

Tagatha obeyed. She lowered herself to the floor. The bulge was directly in front of her face. The assassin pressed something on his waist and a seam appeared along the ridge of the bulge. A thick pale cock sprung from the clothing, fully erect.

Tagatha’s lips opened in desire. She wanted that cock. It belonged to the man who was destroying her family but she didn’t care. She wanted to take it between her lips and show her adoration.

But she stayed where she was. Her life was at stake. Tagatha wouldn’t do a thing until commanded.

The assassin grabbed the back of her head and pulled. Tagatha opened her mouth wide and took the thick cock into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and kept going. The assassin pinned her face to his crotch as his cock pulsed in her mouth.

The hand moved away from Tagatha’s head. “Suck,” he commanded.

Tagatha moaned and slid her head back. Her tongue traced the veins of his cock as she moved. She sucked hard enough to make her cheeks pucker.

When she reached the tip of his cock, she let her tongue lick once, twice, thrice and a fourth time before slowly sliding back down the hard length of his member. Centimeter by centimeter she took his phallus until her chin rested on his hairless balls. She opened her lips and struck her tongue under his back to flick his balls before resealing her lips around him. Then she moved back up and repeated the process.

On the fifth cycle of slow sucking, a loud explosion was heard from above. The walls shook. Tagatha nearly fell over but she kept her balance. She paused and looked up at the assassin.

“Someone finally made it to the panic bunker,” the assassin said. “I’ll figure out who it was when I analyze the debris field.”

The assassin’s cock pulsed in Tagatha’s mouth. Tagatha closed her eyes and continued to suck him.

“Enough,” the assassin said. He pulled out of her tight lips with a ‘POP’. “Bend forward and get on your knees. I want your face on the floor and your ass in the air. Keep your pussy wet for me.”

Tagatha nodded and the assassin tucked his cock back into his pants. He vanished a second later. Once more, she was alone. Maybe.

There was no time to think about that. Tagatha leaned forward and got on her hands and knees. She looked down at the ground. There was blood on the floor. It was probably from the Captain’s chest. Tagatha was tempted to pivot away from the blood.

No, she knew better. Tagatha turned her head and leaned forward. The blood was warm against her cheek. A chill ran up her spine. Unsure what to do with her hands, Tagatha kept them planted on the floor.

Blood rushed to Tagatha’s head. Her ass was in the air but the back of her dress covered it. Should she move it? The assassin hadn’t mentioned her dress. Would he reward her initiative or punish her for moving outside his commands?

Thinking of which, what was the assassin going to do with Tagatha? Her father had betrayed the Queen. Did Queen Erishella in her infallible wisdom consider the family guilty as well? Was it possible that the assassin was merely delaying Tagatha’s inevitable execution so that he could enjoy her body?

Another chill went down Tagatha’s sloping spine.

Wait, the assassin did say that punishment for individual members had yet to be decided. It was possible that death might not be Tagatha’s fate today. She could be punished in public as a lesson for others. She could be sentenced to a year of being a public whore for the unemployed and the less fortunate. Or worse, the assassin could decide to send her to a slave trainer so that she could begin a life of servitude.

Another idea sprung to life. Perhaps the assassin would take Tagatha with him. He would make her his personal bed-slave and commit so many delicious assaults on her body. She would have no family, no wealth and no choice as the cruel assassin fucked her wet pussy with his thick pale cock.

Tagatha moaned. She quickly reached back and grabbed the hem of her dress. It was awkward, but Tagatha managed to pull her dress up and over her ass while still keeping her cheek to the floor.

There was a beep. Someone was trying to contact the Captain.

“Captain? Anyone there? I can’t find an-ERRK!”

Tagatha realized she had forgotten about her pussy. She pressed her hand to her pussy. The panties were still damp. She moaned as she slid her fingers up and down. There was nothing to worry about. She was still dripping wet.

Time dragged on. Tagatha waited and stroked her pussy. When was he coming back?

A laser fired. It sounded close.

Tagatha kept stroking.

The Captain’s communicator beeped but no one spoke.

Tagatha stroked harder.

The lights flickered but stayed on.

Tagatha felt her orgasm starting to come so she stopped.

Something pounded on the floor. Tagatha realized it was the sound of her pulse.

“Good,” a voice said. “You learn quickly.”

Tagatha sobbed. It was the assassin!

Something sharp nicked Tagatha’s ass. She winced at the pain and felt her panties fall apart. Gloved hands grabbed her hips. Something thick and warm pressed against her pussy from behind.

A hard cock entered Tagatha. She moaned and kept her cheek to the floor. Her hands gripped the floor as the thick member filler her sex.

“Your family is dead,” the assassin said. “You are the last survivor.”

Tagatha answered with a moan.

The assassin fucked her. Long, precise thrusts entered her pussy. Gloved fingers dug into her hips with painful strength.

“Queen Erishella wants the production of her weapons to continue,” the assassin said. “You will see that this happens.”

Tagatha frowned. “I, uh, don’t know how to run the factories.”

The assassin stopped. His cock pulsed inside Tagatha. One of the gloved hands let go of her hip.

“Are you refusing your call to service?” the assassin asked.

“No, no, no!” Tagatha said. She pushed back against the assassin’s cock. “I am just admitting my weakness. I don’t want to disappoint the Queen!”

“Hmm, keep doing that,” he said.

Tagatha fucked the assassin. It was difficult from her position but she kept doing it. She humped the assassin’s cock with ass in the air and her face pressed to drying blood.

“I will inform the Queen of your concern and suggest she send you someone to train you,” the assassin said. “I will let her know of your eagerness to obey.”

“Yes,” Tagatha moaned.

“You may climax,” the assassin said.

Tagatha humped faster. The sparing of her life had given her a new surge of energy. She raced towards her orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Tagatha cried as she came.

The assassin grabbed her hips and fucked her again. He locked her place as he pounded her sex. The fury of his thrusts made her frantic humping look lazy by comparison.

“Glory to the Queen!” the assassin cried. Hot seed filled Tagatha’s pussy. The assassin kept thrusting until he had released his entire payload inside her.

And then the assassin pulled out. Tagatha sighed as the thick cock left her. Seed fell from her tender sex.

Tagatha waited for a command. More seed dripped from her sex. Was he gone? Was it safe to stand up?

She stayed where she was. While she waited, her fingers returned to her sex. She was sensitive to the touch, but she gently stroked herself anyway.

“I’ll give him an hour to return,” Tagatha said. She wasn’t taking any chances.

May 132020
 

Felicia Grafal Flores watched television. It was a sexy show about a woman who was in a love triangle with a clone and a robot while fighting an evil corporation. The woman was currently tied up and getting threatened by women in suits. Despite the danger, the woman was clearly aroused by her interrogators. The suit women appeared to feel the same. Could the heroine seduce both women into letting her go?

The show cut to a commercial for the Delight Channel. Felicia sighed and turned the television off. It was her favorite show but she wasn’t feeling it today. For that matter, she wasn’t feeling much of anything.

It was this damn coronavirus. The global pandemic ravaged the world and the best way to fight it was to stay home and wait it out. That was fine a month ago, when Felicia had grand plans to bake bread, catch up on smutty shows and maybe paint the bedroom but now Felicia was tired of bread, the bedroom remained unpainted and television was beginning to bore her.

Felicia thought about her husband, Emil. When the self-isolation orders came down, they spent the first week fucking each other’s brains out. That slowed down to once a day and now once every other day. The sex was still good, but it just wasn’t the same without the stories Felicia used to tell.

Emil was down in the basement, working on something secret. He asked her not to come down until it was ready. Felicia wondered if his story of working on something was just an excuse to spend some time alone for a few hours. If that was the case, she didn’t blame him. Truth be told, she had enjoyed the time alone at first but now she had that some restless urge to go somewhere new.

The basement door opened. Emil poked his head out. “Gato, come here please.”

Gato was Emil’s pet name for Felicia and she knew something was up. Maybe he really was working on something. Excitement tingled between Felicia’s thighs. She wished that she was wearing something sexier than her yoga pants and pink t-shirt but it was too late for now.

“What is it, Perro?” Felicia said. She stood up and walked to the basement door.

Emil came up the stairs and held the door open for her. He licked his lips as he looked at her in her frumpy clothes. “You should go see for yourself. Come back up when you are done.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Felicia said. “I’ve been to the basement hundreds of times. It has to be some place new.”

Emil put his hand to his chest in an act of faux-shock. “Pardon me, my love. I didn’t realize you were too busy today to give this a try. By all means, please return to your TV and your baking.”

“You have a point there,” Felicia said. “Okay, but don’t get too disappointed if it doesn’t work.”

“How can I be disappointed when I am stuck in a house with a beautiful wife?”

“Go take a shower,” she told him as she headed down the stairs.

“Be safe!” Emil said as he closed the door.

Felicia descended the steps. There was a blue curtain covering the foot of the stairs. It was the ugly one Emil’s mother gave them for Christmas. They only broke it out when she came to visit for Christmas.

She reached the curtain and pulled it aside. Instead of the open basement, there was a short corridor with white sheets for the walls. The sheets were nailed to the roof of the basement. At the end of the makeshift corridor was another pair of old curtains.

Felicia smiled. This was clever. She had her doubts that it would work, but she admired Emil’s creativity. The least she could do was give it a try.

Through the curtains was another corridor of sheets going to the left and right. Felicia recognized the striped sheets. They were hand-me downs from her sister’s family. To the right was an old beach towel and to the left was another old white sheet, stretched out to form half a door.

“We should really donate this stuff,” Felicia thought to herself. If they had enough old stuff to make a maze, they were overdue to a trip to the charity store.

Felicia went left and through the sheet. The bright light hurt her eyes. She was in a hallway with white walls. The wall to her left had the words, “NINETY-THREE” written in giant letters. The hallway continued and then split to the left and the right.

The sheet was still behind Felicia, though it looked a bit cleaner than she remembered. She was tempted to peek and make sure her basement was still there but she resisted. Once you enter somewhere new, sometimes it only took one step to return home.

Felicia walked down the corridor. There was a poster to the right.

Be Careful!
Be Safe!
Be Quiet!

Felicia kept walking. There was another poster further down. It was a hand clamped over a man’s mouth. The man’s eyes bulged in fear. Above his face was a warning.

“Loose Lips Sink Homes!”

Felicia didn’t like this. There was an air of danger to this place. New places had never harmed Felicia, but there was always a first time. Maybe she shouldn’t have tried this so close to her home. It would be safer to go back now.

Two women walked into the intersection. There were dressed in short sparkly tunics that barely covered their asses. The tall woman was as dark as night with a bald head while the short woman was the palest woman Felicia had ever seen with short white hair. They paused at the intersection and looked at Felicia. Both of them beckoned to her.

Felicia walked over to them. She almost said something but stopped herself.

Once they saw that Felicia was coming, they walked down the corridor. They didn’t wait for Felicia to catch up so she didn’t hurry. It also let her catch a view of their lovely asses as the tunics kept riding up.

There was another poster. It showed a short cartoon. In the first panel, a woman was walking and whistling. On the second panel, there was a crack in the wall beside the whistling woman. In the third panel, there was a hole in the wall and a tombstone on the ground.

Felicia frowned at the poster. She looked back towards the sheet still stretched across the hallway. Then she looked back at the women and their cute buttocks peeking out from the hem of their tunics.

The women stopped at a door. It was only a few meters away. The door opened and went in.

Felicia walked quickly to the door. There was no knob but the door slid open on its own. Felicia noticed that it didn’t make a sound.

There was a line of people going into another door. The two women that Felicia had been following got in line. Felicia joined the line and waited for the women to greet her.

The short one turned to Felicia. She made a series of gestures towards Felicia. It looked like sign language, but quicker than any signing Felicia had ever seen.

Felicia shrugged and shook her head.

The short woman looked at her sadly and nodded. Felicia had the impression that woman pitied her.

The line moved quickly. A man stood at the door. He wore green coveralls from neck to foot. The man reached into a bin and handed something to the next in line. The person took the object and then walked through the door.

Soon it was Felicia’s turn. The man reached into the pin and then handed her the object. It was a round black ball with straps. It was a ball gag!

Felicia took the gag. This wasn’t her first ball gag. There was something stamped on the front of the ball. It was a white bat.

The man motioned Felicia through the door. She nodded and moved on towards another self-opening door.

A large room was on the other side. Men and women mingled silently. Some wore the sparkly tunics while others had overalls of different colors. Some women wore expensive looking gowns while some of the men wore flowing robes. A surprising number of people wore simple clothes that resembled Felicia’s own outfit of yoga pants and t-shirt.

Each and every one of them wore their gag.

Felicia put hers on. The ball was a little too big but she forced it in place. Her teeth bit into something a little like rubber. She wrapped the straps around her head. It clasped in place, and then the straps tightened on their own. Felicia was alarmed at first but the constriction was a perfect fit.

A man walked up to her. He had a fuzzy red beard and wore a robe made of deep green colors. There was a rose on his gag. He looked at Felicia’s gag and his shoulders slumped. Before Felicia could do anything, the man walked away.

Felicia wasn’t sure what that was about. A tall pale woman with no hair came up to Felicia. She squinted at Felicia’s ball gag and shook her head. There was a yellow fish on her gag.

Some people had paired up and were undressing. Felicia watched with envy. The couple were diverse in their combinations. A handsome man tugged on the cock of a filthy looking man. The pale woman that Felicia had followed her was getting her ass grabbed by a man in a robe. Two women were fondling each other through their tunics.

A woman approached Felicia. She was one of the pale ones. Her hair was longer than the others, a flowing white cascade of curls that touched her shoulders. A sparkling tunic barely contained her large breasts.

A white bat, the twin of Felicia’s, was on the woman’s ball gag.

The woman smiled as much as the gag allowed. She signed something that Felicia didn’t understand. The woman didn’t wait for a response. She pulled Felicia into an embrace. Her plump breasts pressed against Felicia’s own generous mounds. The woman’s hands moved down to Felicia’s ass and grabbed firm handfuls.

Felicia giggled. It had been too long since a stranger squeezed her butt. She nuzzled the woman’s neck, pushing her way through white hair that smelled like daisies. The gag prevented her from kissing the woman’s skin, though the woman did moan as Felicia rubbed her ball gag against the woman’s shoulder.

The light in the room flickered. The woman broke the embrace. There was excitement in her pink eyes. She took Felicia by the hand and pulled her to the side.

Sections of the floor opened up. Curious pieces of furniture rose up from the ground. Some of the furniture were simple platforms with cushioned edges, while others were more complex with seats, pulleys and attachments that looked like cocks.

The pale woman led Felicia to one of the stranger pieces. It was two seats opposing each other, connected by a beam that shifted back and forth. A double-ended phallus was balanced on a rod between the two seats. It was clear that the people sitting were meant to share the phallus.

People began to undress. Felicia watched as the pale woman pulled her tunic up and over her head. The paleness of her skin extended to her areoles which were nearly invisible. A sheen of white fuzz covered the woman’s sex lips. A tattoo of a something that looked like a circuit board was on her right thigh.

Felicia stripped as well. The pale woman watched hungrily as Felicia peeled off her t-shirt to reveal her heavy brown tits. Felicia shimmied out of her yoga pants to reveal her white panties. The panties were already damp. Felicia pulled her underwear down to expose her own dark hairy bush.

The pale woman took Felicia’s hand and helped her sit in a chair. The seat was plastic but surprisingly warm. The woman spread Felicia’s legs and showed her were to place her feet. When Felicia was in place, the woman pulled the phallus towards Felicia’s sex. She guided the thick pseudo-cock to Felicia’s pussy and pushed it in.

The phallus was warm. Felicia moaned as the dildo slipped in. She looked around for something to hold onto but the seats lacked armrests.

The pale woman climbed into the seat opposite Felicia. She slipped her right leg over Felicia’s left and placed her left over Felicia’s right. The seats moved closer together through some unknown mechanism until the two women were face to face. The pale woman guided the other end of the dildo to her sex. The phallus extended towards the woman. Felicia felt her end of the dildo pull back but thanks to the extension, it didn’t leave her pussy.
Felicia reached for the woman’s large pale breasts. Her thumb rolled over a tiny nipple. With her other hand, she cupped the pale woman’s other breast and lifted. The heavy weight felt lovely in her hand.

The pale woman leaned into Felicia’s touch. The seats shifted and the dildo slid deeper into Felicia. As Felicia shuddered, the woman flexed her legs and the seat moved forward. The dildo pulled back inside Felicia.

Felicia understood. She flexed and pulled with her legs. The seat slid forward and the dildo pushed inside of her with ease. A flex of her legs and the dildo pulled back.

The gag muted Felica’s moans.

Together, the two women worked together to rock back and forth. The dildo slid between them, fucking them both un unison. As the dildo pushed inside Felicia, the other end withdrew from the pale woman’s pussy. When the dildo withdrew from Felicia’s wet sex, the other end plunged inside the pale woman. It was a miracle of engineering.

The other people in the room were engaged in similar activities. Two men fucked a box from both ends. A woman humped a man strapped to a swing. A pair of women shared a dildo similar to what Felicia was experiencing except the dildo went into their ass.

Not a single moan was heard. The squishy sounds of sex were broken by the occasional squeak of a seat or the staining of a strap. It was as quiet as a church.

The pale woman touched Felicia’s pussy with her fingertips. A slender thumb pressed against Felicia’s lips. It rubbed up and down as the dildo pumped in and out.

Felicia bit down on the gag. She ignored the lovely dildo and focused on the woman’s grinding touch. After weeks in her house, she was desperate for the touch of someone who wasn’t her husband.

A warm feeling washed over Felicia as she thought of her husband. What would he do if he was here right now? He would probably suck on one of her tits as she humped the other woman. His hand would be on her thigh so he could feel every flex as she slid back and forth. Or maybe he would strip off Felicia’s gag and make sure she didn’t talk by stuffing his cock down her throat?

The pale woman moved faster. The seats picked up speed and the dildo hammered Felicia’s pussy. There was a glaze to the pink eyes in front of Felicia. Drool fell from the woman’s gagged lips.

Felicia matched the pale woman’s speed. There was the most exercise her legs had performed in weeks. She held onto the woman’s milk-white breasts for support. Her fingernails bit into the soft flesh.

The pale woman locked eyes with Felicia. Her shoulders shook with involuntary shudders. She let go of Felicia’s pussy lips and shifted her grip to Felicia’s breasts. Her pale fingers sunk into brown mounds.

Together they held onto each other as the fucked. Harder and faster the seats shifted. The sound of the dildo ramming their sexes grew louder. They raced towards their pleasure.

Felicia came first. Bliss exploded between her thighs. She cried out and the gag turned her scream into a muffled hum.

The pale woman kept going. Felicia screamed again as the dildo fucked her sensitive pussy. Unable to think, Felicia squeezed harder with her hands around the woman’s pale tits.

A few thrusts later, the pale woman came. She came to a sudden stop and her knees cinched together. Spasms ran down her legs. her eyes clenched shut as her fingers slowly let go of Felicia’s breasts.

They sat together in exhausted bliss.

The lights flickered from red, to blue to green.

The pale woman pulled the dildo from her body. It was coated in her juices. Felicia did the same and then they untangled their legs from one another. The pale woman stood up first and helped Felicia dismount.

The rest of the room was disengaging as well. There was a quiet efficiency that impressed Felicia. They had done this before. No one lingered.

The pale woman signed something quick to Felicia. Red handprints decorated her pale breasts. Before Felicia could respond, the woman grabbed her clothes and walked away.

Lines were forming at the doors that were now open. Few people bothered to get dressed. Felicia picked up her clothes and walked to the exit that she thought she came in on. She joined the line on unsteady legs.

People removed their gags when they reached the door. A box had been set aside to collect them. When Felicia dropped her gag into the box, she saw the gags were soaking in some sort of liquid.

Even other places pay attention to hygiene.

On the other side of the room was the door back to Felicia’s corridor. She recognized the posters and other landmarks. Over the years, she had developed quite a good memory of places. The sheet back to her basement should be right this way.

Felicia considered putting her clothes back on. No, she would leave them off. She wanted to be naked when she got back to Emil. He would want to smell her well-fucked pussy as she told him all about her adventures.