From Bounty Hunter to Bimbo

by Jay Aury

  Reaching the pirate’s table Nadia leaned onto the seat opposite, smiling. “May I join you?”

  The pirate’s red eyes flicked down, then back up as she took in Nadia’s shapely figure, gaze drawn sharply to the three humming hearts that accounted for Nadia’s modesty. The alien’s grin broadened, baring the pearly gleam of fang. “I think that can be arranged.”

  Without a hint of shame or hesitation Nadia rounded the table and settled her plump bum in the alien’s lap. The pirate grunted, then growled as Nadia wriggled, rubbing her ass against the now far more obvious bulge in the pirate’s pants. “Thanks!” Nadia giggled. “Oh! Was this seat taken?”

  “Can’t say it was,” the lusty pirate said. Her hand wrapped around Nadia’s waist, tugging the bountiful bounty hunter against her. Nadia squeaked, then moaned as the pirate’s hand gave her ass a possessive squeeze. The heat of the alien’s cock seemed to radiate through her, seeping through her enhanced curves and into her hot muff. Purring, Nadia leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the alien’s neck, mashing her immense teats against the pirate’s.

  “Thank you. It’s so busy in here! I was so scared someone might take advantage of me.”

  The pirate laughed coarsely. “Well we can’t have that,” she said, rubbing her hand against Nadia’s plump rump. “A pretty thing like you? They’d do all sorts of awful things to you.”

  “Oh yes! Like bend me over the table and just fuck me stupid,” Nadia said breathlessly. “Or shove me to my knees and fuck my throat raw. Or spank my pretty bum until it was as red as you.”

  The alien’s grin grew hungrier. “Oh yes. They would do that. And more to you.”

  “But not you,” Nadia breathed, pushing further, her pillowy breasts enveloping the pirate’s own hard bust. “Oh no. You’re so kind and I can see you’re busy. Can I repay you?”

  The pirate hissed. “Yes you can. The name’s Mallara.”

  “That’s a pretty name,” Nadia chirped.

  “Glad you think so. It’ll be a treat hearing you scream it.”

  Nadia’s heart hammered at the lusty promise in that grin and those eyes. She pushed out of the pirate queen’s lap, slipping between her legs. Mallara parted her thighs, sensing what Nadia was about. Nadia’s fingers shook a little as she reached out and opened the pirate’s pants, gasping as her cock sprang into the hot air of the lounge. Alien was right. Her shaft was long and barbed with thin tendrils. With awe Nadia let her hands stroke the meaty shaft, feeling the prongs in her hands rippling strangely, flowering as her palms slid down, and tightening against her as they went back up.

  “Hmm,” Mallara breathed, her three eyes lidded, the circuit riddled patch flashing a red light. “That’s good work, slut.”

  Nadia blushed prettily, a reaction not at all feigned. She stole a glance at the upper platform where Zabrienne sat, and felt the crime lord’s glass eyes turned down on her. “Thank you.”

  “But there better be more than your hand in this,” Mallara growled.

  “Oh yes,” Nadia piped. Smiling up at the pirate, she leaned forward and enveloped the alien’s cock between her lips. The taste was sharp and strange, like tonguing a mass of perfume. The feel of the barbs no less odd, yet strangely tantalizing. Nadia’s soft lips formed a perfect seal around the strange cock as she began to bob, feeling the barbs slide against and with her tongue with every stroke.

  Mallara groaned and eased deeper into her seat. “That’s good work, slut. Keep at it…” The pirate flicked at the screen, resuming her work. Her indifference at the eager blowjob was oddly tantalizing to Nadia. Pushing her to do better. Well, she could do that. Nadia tilted her head forward, pushing in and letting the alien’s cock slide into her throat, the bounty hunter’s nose coming to the rest against the tuft of hair above her shaft.

  The feel of the alien’s barbs rubbing against the throat was a new sensation as she resumed her sucking. A strange, almost painful one, but one infinitely pleasurable. Nadia moaned deeply, Mallara hissing as the sound vibrated through Nadia’s throat and up the pirate’s shaft. Hands moving as if on their own, Nadia began to play with her own immense breasts, mashing the heavy flesh together, her fingers teasing past the humming hearts to finger and tweak her aching nipples.

  “Oh fuck yes,” Mallara moaned. “That’s it. Deeper. Fuck you humans have the finest sluts. Mnn! That’s it. Faster, bitch. Faster!”

  Nadia obeyed eagerly. Obedience came so easily. She bobbed faster, relishing the taste of the cock filling her mouth and throat, the alien barbs sliding and springing against her tongue. She reached between her legs, fingers finding the large heart humming over her cunt. Her fingers tingled as they dove past, sliding into her hot box.

  Her moan shuddered out of her as she fingered herself, lost in the motions. Her plush ass rocked as she plunged her fingers into herself. Her head bobbed, her breasts swaying as she crouched between the legs of the alien hermaphrodite. This had not been how she’d expected this bounty to go, but she was far from complaining. The sensation of submission. Of having her throat used, of kneeling between the legs of the domineering alien pirate sent her body into overdrive.

  She was far from the only one. Mallara had stopped pretending to watch the screens. Her expression was rapturous, her breath rushing in gasps through her parted lips, her three eyes shut tight with the intensity of her pleasure. Her hands came down, grabbing Nadia’s brown hair. She started to thrust harder, fucking the bimbo’s throat with great, forceful strokes.

  “Yes!” the pirate gasped. “That’s it! Take it. Take my fat cock you human slut! Fuck! I’m getting close. I’m getting closer. Oh fuck. Fuck meeee!”

  Her cry rose in a heady wail of pure pleasure. Nadia shuddered as the alien’s cum pumped through the cock in her mouth, boiling into her stomach with great spurts of the alien’s seed. Nadia moaned, shuddering as she came around her fingers, her juices splattering onto the floor beneath. The sensation of being such a spectacle for any who wanted to see beyond anything she’d known before.

  Mallara collapsed on her chair, her lopsided grin weak but sated as she looked down on Nadia. “Mmm. Not… bad… Not bad… at all…” Nadia shivered with submissive delight as the pirate queen stroked her tumbled brown hair. “Might just have to keep you. What do you say to that, slut? Want to come aboard and be my personal cock sleeve?”

  Nadia looked up at the alien, her eyes bright, her pussy aching. If not for the cock that still gagged her, Nadia didn’t know what she might have said in the heat of the moment, kneeling between the proud alien’s thighs.

  “Ahem.”

  Nadia glanced away. A tall human in a black suit stood beside them, his eyes shaded by a dark wraparound lens of holo light. His calm, poised servility rang warning bells in Nadia’s head, instantly cooling her submissive lust. The man was vat born if she had to guess. The demure, confident stance said it all. The truly wealthy and morally bankrupt often paid through the nose to create their personalized servants, and the man had the look of those slim, skillful bodyguards Nadia had run into more than once. His modifications were less blatant than some she’d met, but she knew.

  “If I might interject,” the man said. “My master, and your host, would be most pleased to meet with the young lady.”

  Mallara grimaced at the demure man. “Your master has poor timing.”

  “If it pleases you,” the man said without skipping a beat, “a replacement will be found.”

  Nadia hastily pulled back, letting Mallara’s inhuman cock slide from her lips. She smiled up at the man. “Oh! Mister Solar wants to see me?”

  “Most eagerly. If you’ll follow me.”

  Nadia scrambled to her feet. As she passed Mallara the pirate gave her a vindictive spank that made her jump, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. Nadia gave the pirate a backward glance, oddly regretful not to feel that strange shaft plundering her hungry cunt. By the look in her eyes, Nadia bet that Mallara felt the same. As she followed the man through the crowd, sh
e caught a last glimpse of Mallara yanking a startled serving girl into her lap, shoving her cock into the woman’s cunt before the girl could voice a word of protest. By the sound of the waitresses moans soon after, Nadia didn’t think the girl minded.

  They ascended the glowing steps that climbed to the platform overlooking the showroom and their residents. The Drax glanced her way, the busty girl who’d been servicing Zabrienne before now bent over the table, the brutish alien thrusting into her, much to her enjoyment by the sounds of her eager, panting moans.

  The sight sent a familiar tantalizing thrill racing through Nadia as she slipped around the table and towards the crime lord in his seat. “You wanted to see me?”

  Zabrienne’s head moved slightly as he looked her up and down. A faint smile curled his lip as he eased back in his chair like a king on a throne of plush. “Yes. I couldn’t help but notice you down on the floor there, and thought you might like a better view.” He extended a hand. “Zabrienne.”

  “That’s so nice!” Nadia chirped happily. “I’m Tammy! It’s so great to meet you. Um… Do you have a place for me to sit?”

  “I do.”

  Nadia yelped as Zabrienne tugged her into his lap. She giggled, leaning back against his chest. “Thanks! That’s like, so nice of you!”

  “Isn’t it? So tell me, Tammy. What are you doing here? You don’t strike me as the sort to be buying anything.”

  Nadia giggled again. “Oh no! I’m not. I was here with my boyfriend and we got separated. I was going to go looking for him, but then there was, like, this really hot alien with a big cock and I guess I got distracted.”

  “No doubt a constant state for you,” the bland looking woman in dark glasses observed.

  Nadia giggled again. “I guess! Ever since my boyfriend got me this great new bod it’s been so hard to… to um… What were we talking about?”

  “It’s not important,” Zabrienne said. She gasped as his hands slid around her, running up the underside of her jutting breasts before his fingers found her stiff nipples. Nadia moaned, her thoughts tumbling at the pure pleasure radiating from her swollen milk bags.

  “Mmmm. I guess not…” she sighed, rubbing her ass against his bulge with a needy eagerness.

  A soft touch slid along her neck and Nadia gasped, glancing at the plain looking woman. “No collar or chip,” the woman observed.

  Nadia giggled. “Course not! I’m not someone’s pet!”

  “Maybe we should change that,” Zabrienne mused.

  Nadia’s heart thumped faster, and not completely in the needy arousal radiating through her. She glanced back at him. “Huh?”

  The crime lord smiled, his teeth faintly gleaming with hidden circuitry. “You’re a very lovely specimen of a woman, Tammy. And someone who just lets you wander around a place like this is a poor boyfriend. Why, someone is liable to just steal you away.”

  “Ohhh,” Nadia moaned as his fingers closed around her jutting nipples, teasing the eager buds until they pressed against the humming holo hearts. “M-maybe you’re right…”

  “Of course I am. And I think you really need someone to make sure you don’t wander. An owner, so to speak.”

  Nadia bit her lip. “Um… I don’t know. That sounds…”

  “Really now, Tammy,” Zabrienne breathed, nibbling on her neck as his fingers tweaked and teased her throbbing nipples, pleasure radiating through her mountainous, slutty breasts to stir her thoughts to a lather of aroused idiocy. “Thinking isn’t your forte. Is it? You need someone to do the thinking for you. And I am just the sort of person to do it. You have a… different set of skills.”

  Damn right she did. Nadia gasped, trying to focus through the buzzing pleasure that pulsed through her, beginning at her hardened teats and spreading through the rest of her in a feverish flush of pure sensation. “Ohhh… M-maybe. But… but wouldn’t that… ah… m-mean I like, wouldn’t get to f-fuck anyone else?”

  “Not unless I allowed it.”

  Nadia leaned forward, pushing more of her immense tit-flesh into the crime lord’s hands, lifting her plush rear and rubbing it greedily against the bulge of his cock. “Ooooh… Th-then the guy who… who owns me would have to, like, be just the best fuck e-ever. Wouldn’t he?”

  “She’s got you there,” the Drax grunted as the woman beneath him squealed, shuddering as she came about his immense reptilian cock.

  Zabrienne gave the Drax a hard look. Nadia gasped as his fingers pinched her nipples sharply. “I think I can resolve that little uncertainty.”

  Nadia’s heart fluttered with excitement. “Y-you do?”

  “Yes. Come.” He rose, pushing Nadia off his lap. She squeaked in surprise, nearly falling onto the table before he grabbed her by the waist, tugging her against his side.

  “What about the auction?” the grave woman demanded sharply.

  “You know what’s needed. Take care of it,” he commanded.

  The woman frowned deeply, but then they were past her, walking down a thin catwalk of plastiglass lined with bars of light, the pulse of sound from below rocking into Nadia. A door waited at the end, a pair of metal statues of women writhing in pleasure worked into the walls. As they neared the eyes of the statuettes glowed a faint red until Zabrienne flashed his hand to them. The glow faded and the doors slid open, revealing a dark corridor beyond.

  Nadia’s pulse pounded in her ears as she was walked down the passage, tucked against the powerful frame of Zabrienne like some trophy whore. Not that she minded, as a moment later the hand around her waist dipped down and slid a finger into her cunt. Nadia stumbled, gasped as her pussy fluttered around the skillful, stroking fingers.

  So distracted by that, she barely noticed as they reached the end of the hall, the door sliding open and admitting them into a large room that could only be Zabrienne’s most personal of quarters. The floor was dark but more of the enthralling statues littered the room. A vast window opened up on the far wall, unveiling the breadth of open space in an unbroken vista of stars and the hued ribbons of galaxies.

  Zabrienne drew her in, guiding her across a floor dark as void and faintly cold against her bare feet. A massive bed lay before the open glass. “I do so enjoy a good view,” he said.

  “Mmm. Me too,” Nadia breathed as her eyes slid up and down Zabrienne’s body.

  He glanced down at her, his smile growing. He turned her about and kissed her.

  Nadia moaned against his lips, her immense breasts crushed against his powerful chest. She pushed forward her groin, the heart shaped holo buzzing as it broke against his bulge, Nadia rubbing her tight furrow against his tenting pants. She broke the kiss, panting, looking up into the cold glass of his eyes eagerly.

  “What are you going to do?”

  He smirked. “What do you think?” he said, easing her down onto the edge of the bed. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t do anything but scream my name. I’m going to tame your ass and make you my personal cock sleeve. And you’re going to love it.”

  His words sent her heart pounding. Her pulse racing. She flexed her fingers against the sheets, feeling the microblades embedded under her fingers. She could kill him then. Slit his throat wide. But something held her back. A perverse curiosity to see just how much of his claim was talk, and how much fact.

  Instead of killing him, claiming the bounty, Nadia found herself rolling onto her hands and knees. Instead of slicing open his throat she pushed back her hips, raising her plush, spankable ass into the air suggestively. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes bright and burning with lust. “Fuck me,” she purred. “Make me beg!”

  Zabrienne took in her fuckable rear with every appearance of satisfaction. “With pleasure,” he said, peeling off his form fitting shirt. The chest he revealed was roughed with muscle, and Nadia found herself fascinated as she traced the carved perfection of his body. A fascination which quickly found a more pressing place of interest as he shucked off his pants, revealing his cock.

  Her breathing dee
pened as he bared his thick shaft. Larger than Mallara’s, it jutted from his waist, pointing unerringly at her raised rump like a dowsing rod. He grabbed her ass, making her gasp, and then thrust.

  “Ooooh!” Nadia moaned as he speared her pussy with his cock, filling her damp channel with a stroke. Fuck but it felt so good to have a cock in her again! She hadn’t realized how much she needed one until that moment. To be filled in that way, her body’s need to be railed and fucked like a bitch in heat at last satisfied. But she learned, the knowledge slammed into her mind as Zabrienne began to thrust, every jerk of his hips dragging his cock against her inner walls before slamming it back into her.

  “Ohhhh yessss!” Nadia screamed. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my slutty bimbo pussy! Ohhh yes! Harder! Harder! Oh please, please fuck me haaaard!”

  “I’ll do more than that,” Zabrienne chuckled and flicked his hand, a red light flashing in his finger.

  The sheets at the edge of the bed suddenly fluttered. Nadia had time enough to gasp as mechanical cables snaked out from beneath the bed and plunged forward. She squealed in surprise as two wrapped about her curvy hips and lifted them into the air, offering Zabrienne a new angle with which to thrust into her.

  “How’s that?” Zabrienne demanded. “Are you feeling it now?”

  “Ohhhh fuuuuck! I-mph!” She gasped as another tendril slid into her mouth. Immediately she tasted a sharp, viscous substance. Her protest died, her eyes lidding as a heady lethargy spread through her in waves of pink pleasure. She moaned, panting eagerly as she thrust back against the hard shaft plunging into her, every stroke of him inside of her radiating through her core, drowning her in what seemed an endless cascade of pleasured arousal.

  “I do so love this little device,” Zabrienne sighed, flicking his finger again like a conductor of the most bizarre symphony. “Makes things so much more streamlined.”