by Jay Aury
Nadia squealed, arching as another tendril drilled into her backdoor, her tender ass shuddering as the smooth mechandrite slithered in and out of her plush bottom. Her breasts heaved, shuddering beneath her, swaying as she rocked to the heavy rutting of the crime lord. The bed squeaked, just audible over her strangled moans and pants, her plush, red lips sliding adoringly along the limb filling her mouth, her pussy shuddering as her orgasm overtook her, pounding through her, scattering her thoughts. Her body was so sensitive. So tender. So amazingly, infinitely, fuckable!
“Mph! Mph! Mmmmmm!” she moaned around the tentacle in her mouth, greedily slurping up the sweet fluid along the tendril, her tongue swirling to gather more, her mind fogging with every hungry slurp.
“Ahhhh!” Zabrienne roared, shoving his cock deep into her hungry snatch, the sudden rush of his hot seed into her sending Nadia’s mind whirling. She moaned, shuddering, her ass flexing around the tendril while her pussy clutched his cock in the sudden ecstasy of her orgasm.
Zabrienne sighed, unsheathing his cock from her cunt. He took a step back, collapsing into a waiting chair, his broad chest heaving as he recovered from the heady rutting. Something Nadia was denied. With an idle smirk the crime lord thumbed his finger, the tendrils lifting Nadia into the air, turning her about so she faced him. Tilting her back, they spread her out, baring her flawless curves for his appreciation as she mewled and twitched in their grasp, still sucking the tendril in her mouth, her ass flexing around the second reaming her. Cum oozed from her pussy thrust out on display, dripping onto the floor. Her massive breasts twitched and jumped with her pleasured writhing, trapped in the steel arms of the bed.
Zabrienne’s appreciation grew along with his cock, returning once more to full hardness. He idly stroked himself, watching the bimbofied bounty hunter moan and writhe in the grasp of the mechanical tentacles, pushing her cunt towards him, labia slick with needy juices, her eyes warm and desperate for another taste of his cock.
He chuckled, pushing himself out of his chair. “You are a treat, my pretty slut,” he sighed, stepping across the floor. Nadia stared at him, urging him with her eyes to touch her. Fuck her. Do something to her. He touched her chin, his finger cool against her feverish skin as it glided down her cheek, along her throat and down the oh so sensitive flesh of her swollen teat. “A real prize,” he mused. He flicked her puffy nipple, making Nadia twitch and moan. His hands suddenly grabbed her plush breasts, squeezing until Nadia screamed and came once more, her juices drooling onto the floor below.
“You’ll make a wonderful private pet for me,” Zabrienne breathed. “I’ll keep you nice and collared to my chair so you can suck my cock or ride me whenever I could use a bit of relief. I’ll even give you a nice coded tattoo so I can keep track of you. Just in case you manage to get free and wander off. It would be a shame if someone thought you didn’t have an owner. A master who keeps you nice and needy for his cock. Would you like that?”
Nadia moaned, nodding eagerly. Oh she did. She really really did! There wasn’t any shame in that admission. How could she do anything but want it? But need this cruel, conquering man to make her his pretty, slutty pet. His perfect toy of female flesh and moaning need.
Zabrienne chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Now hold still,” he said, flicking a finger again. The floor opened, a disk rising with a hum of its grav sensor to reveal an injector. “Let’s get that mind of yours nice and pliable for me.”
Nadia’s eyes widened. Icy fear raced through her. Oh but that sweet, sweet arousal was still there, but for a moment, true fear replaced it. With a thought she activated her adrenal implant. Strength surged through her in a sudden flash. She wrenched her arm, yanking the steel tentacle about before it could adjust to her new might. The microbalde claws in her fingers slid out, slicing through the second tendril holding her arm.
Zabrienne’s brows shot up. His mouth opened as Nadia’s free hand slashed out. He staggered back, blood fountaining out the red gash across his throat.
Panting, Nadia grabbed the tendril down her throat and pulled it free, sliding it out of her in a gasp. She threw it aside, slashing through the two tendrils that bound her ankles up tight. With a gasp she dropped to the floor, tossing aside the sparking serpents of the severed mechandrites. Zabrienne lay, naked and powerful on the floor, feebly twitching as he bled out. Nadia checked his pulse, pursing her lips. Dead as dead.
She rose, casting about the room, trying to focus through the pounding lust still radiating through her shapely form. Naturally, none of her efforts to actually get a map of the man’s ship had come with a layout of his private pleasure chamber, but she knew a man like Zabrienne was always prepared for the worst. She narrowed her eyes, then grinned when she spotted a tiny red bar against one of the black walls. Grabbing the crime lord’s corpse, she dragged him towards the slit of red. She thumbed it and stepped back as a ring of light glowed against the black surface. It turned, then split, revealing the plush interior of an escape pod.
“Nice,” she observed of the vat bred leather seats and secure cases. She dragged Zabrienne inside, shoving him into the tiny pod before slipping in after him. She quickly secured the rear hatch and strapped his body down on the side seat. Taking the control chair, she activated the comm system, the heavy keys clacking as she prepped it for launch.
“Here we go,” the bounty hunter chimed as she blew the locks. The impact of the pod’s launch blasted her back into her seat, wrenching a moan from her as the straps dug into her achingly sensitive breasts. Moments later the weightlessness of zero g lifted her. She thumbed the afterburners, grabbing the control sticks as she carefully guided the little craft away from the bulk of the Scimitar and back towards the rocky expanse of SS9. Nadia grinned, glancing back towards the corpse lolling in its seat.
“You, my friend, are going to make me a fortune!”
Payments Due
“There we are,” Nadia said as she swiped the credit chit across the reader on Morinth’s desk. “Paid in full. The treatment and the cure.”
Morinth nodded, his legs kicked up on the top of his desk. “Very good.”
Dava moaned sadly. “Awww. Are you sure you don’t want to keep the curves?”
Nadia grinned. She touched her swollen teats, lifting them in the tight embrace of her bodyglove. “Mmm. They are fun, but I need to be a little… lither in my missions. You know?”
Dava sighed, flopping onto Morinth’s desk despite his annoyed sound. “I guess. But I do my job fine. And my amazing tits really help,” she said, winking as she once more cupped her mounds in her blue uniform.
Nadia gnawed on her lower lip, feeling again that tight, tantalizing sensation of desire. She hadn’t had any real relief since dragging Zabrienne’s corpse into SS9’s bounty agency. That had been entertaining! She giggled, recalling the stunned face of the clerk behind the plasteel shield as the busty bimbo, dressed in nothing but buzzing hearts over her tits and cunt, had dragged in the corpse of the most notorious crime lord in the sector inside. The poor young man had stammered throughout the interview, desperately trying not to stare at Nadia’s suit-popping breasts as she leaned over and teasingly flirted with him.
“Mmm. It is tempting,” she breathed. “But my job needs me to have… a bit more of a head about myself. You know?” She giggled again.
Dava moaned sadly. “Oh fiiiine.”
“Besides,” Nadia said. “If I do ever need certain… assets again, I know where to find you. Don’t I?” she said, fluttering her long lashes at Morinth.
The green visor didn’t change in any way, though the lips below pursed slightly. “Yes. I suppose so,” he said with a sigh. “Now, shall we begin the work to return you to what you were?”
“How long will it take?”
“Not long. But I need to recalibrate the chair. I haven’t needed to reverse the process before. It shouldn’t take long.”
Nadia gasped. “Oh no,” she sighed, reaching out and stroking Dava’s hand. “How
ever will we pass the time!”
Dava glanced up, grinning her pearly whites, her baby blues alive with excitement. “Ooooh, I think I have a way.”
Morinth muttered as he rose. “Please, ladies. Not on my desk.”
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you’d just put a bed in here,” Dava noted as she arched slowly, allowing Nadia to get her hands on the soft bulges of her tits, the security agent gasping against the bounty hunter’s hungry groping.
“I don’t want to encourage you,” Morinth said as the chair slipped out of the wall with a hydraulic hiss, unfolding like a flower of steel and circuitry.
Dava giggled as she pulled herself across the desk, swinging her legs around so she was sitting before Nadia. “Oh,” she purred, wrapping her arms around Nadia’s neck. “As if I need encouragement.”
Nadia giggled in turn, then moaned as their lips met, the kiss deepening as her body heated up even further. The softness of Dava’s lips was enthralling, the other bimbo’s mouth tasting like bubblegum. Pink fog spread over Nadia’s thoughts as she hungrily inhaled the other bimbo’s pheromones, stifling the forebrain, spurring her instincts to take charge. And those demanded only one thing.
Hands roamed across bodies built for sex. For pleasure. For the endless cascade of sweetest delights that the pair embraced. Nadia moaned, her tits straining the tight fabric of her bodysuit, gasping as Dava found the release catch and pushed. Her breasts burst into the open, mashing against Dava’s own palm filling sweater puppies, made all the better when Nadia’s hands found the release for Dava’s own uniform.
“Ohhh finally,” Dava moaned as her blue uniform peeled away, her breasts pressing against Nadia’s. “Fuck, you’re so wonderful!”
“Right back at you,” Nadia gasped breathlessly, her body aflame with careless desire. A needy lust she would see fulfilled. It was likely the last time she would feel such an omnipresent need. At least, the last until she found her way back to this hole in a wall, felt those needles pierce her modest teats and make them swell, grow, her hips thicken and waist narrow, turning her into an image of female sensuality.
The idea fed her. Her body pressed her damp quim against Dava’s. The other bimbo gasped, then purred as her hips began to lazily move, rubbing the edge of her lower lips against Nadia’s. “Ohhhh fuck, yes! Right there. Mnnn! Yes! Rub it just… ah… just like that.”
Nadia moaned, tribbing her pussy against the other woman’s, every stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling up her curvy frame. Oh she was going to miss this. This freedom of sensuality. Of being so perfectly, spectacularly, sexy! To be sure her normal frame was attractive in its own way, but this was something so exotically different. Something so exaggeratedly lovely and sensitive, nearly a slave to the pleasures which rocked her with every motion of her hips. She panted, her thoughts drowning in a pink haze. Her body blazing.
“Oh Dava! I’m so close. I’m… I’m gonna cum. I can’t… I… f-fuuuuck!” Nadia squealed as her pussy shuddered with her orgasm. Dava gasped, clutching the other woman as her own orgasm tore through her.
Nadia suddenly shoved Dava back onto the desk. She grabbed the other woman’s legs and spread them, revealing the pink gash of her cunt. Dava tried to raise her head and peer through the expansive valley of her breasts even as Nadia dove in.
“Oooooh!” Dava moaned as Nadia slurped and tongued the other woman’s slit. “Yesss! Right there. Deeper Nadia. Ooooh deeper! Lick me out. Fuck me with your slutty bimbo tongue! Ah… Ahn… Yesssss!” Dava moaned. She grabbed her breasts, molding them, squeezing them with almost painful force as she struggled to express the shuddering pleasure radiating from her core. Her fingers teased her puffy nipples, pinching and abusing the hard peaks with panting delight.
“Ahhhh!” she squealed as Nadia’s tongue found the buzzing bead of her clit. “Yesss! Tongue my clit! Suck it! Make me… nnnnn!”
Dava shuddered as she came again, her juices flowing freely while Nadia’s tongue lashed the pearl of her clit, sucking it into her pouty lips and pleasuring it like it were a miniature cock. When the blonde was forced to a third screaming orgasm Nadia at last abandoned her snatch, drunk on the other woman’s pheromones and lust, she clawed her way up Dava’s body and again desperately kissed the security agent. Dava giggled, moaning as she wrapped her arms around Nadia’s head, pulling the other woman into a crushing embrace as their tongues writhed together, tasting Dava’s intoxicating juices as they clutched one another.
“You know… what would make this better?” Dava panted.
“What?” Nadia asked breathlessly, her eyes shining with eager lust.
“If we get some meat in this sandwich.”
Nadia snorted at the line, but her eyes nonetheless wandered over to Morinth as he worked on the machine. She bit her lip, her pussy clutching with the urge to be filled once more with a cock. A woman’s tongue was a delight, yet the feeling of a man’s hard shaft thrusting into her aching insides sent a shudder of pure need racing from her core, tightening every muscle with an eager anticipation.
“I think you’re right,” Nadia giggled.
Morinth paused in his work, raising his head like a rabbit sensing a change in the forest. He turned sharply as the two women climbed off his desk and sauntered towards him.
“Really?” he demanded.
“Oh don’t be that way,” Nadia giggled as she went to her knees, pulling open Morinth’s labcoat and shucking down his pants. She grinned as his hard cock rose into the warm air of the lab. She shivered at the sight of it, running her hands up and down his thick shaft. “You know you want it.”
“I’m working,” Morinth grumbled.
“And now you’re taking a break,” Dava giggled as she touched his chin and turned his head towards her.
“I don’t-mph!”
Dava’s kiss silenced him, and Nadia’s lips on his cock made him grunt. Nadia’s eyelids fluttered as her pouty lips slid down Morinth’s shaft. She wondered if the splicer had altered himself in some way? His cock did taste different from the other one’s she’d had. Or maybe it was just her body having been deprived for a few days of the pleasure of taking one. The errant thought came and went in a heartbeat, and then she simply embraced the sensation of her head bobbing, his cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth as her pouty lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue stroking the underside and tasting the thick flavour of his manhood. Her ass rose as she hollowed her cheeks, eager to get more suction, almost as eager as she was to taste again the splicer’s seed.
She hadn’t long to waster. Pressed against the wall by the two breathtaking visions of female flesh, their soft breasts, hungry lips and sweet scents assaulting him, Morinth couldn’t last long. Nadia’s heart sang as she heard him grunt, felt his cock twitch. She bobbed faster, more eagerly atop him. When he came her eyes fairly rolled back as his virile seed stuffed her mouth. She swallowed, feeling it ooze down her throat to form a warm lump in her stomach.
She pulled her lips free with a gasp. “Morinth,” Nadia moaned as she crawled up the seat of the chair, leaning against the arm as she thrust out her plush, flawless ass eagerly. “Please. Fuuuck meee!”
Dava broke the kiss, panting. “Oh Morinth. You just have to,” Dava breathed. “She’s going to lose those lovely curves. Send her out the right way.”
“I’m sick of both of you,” the splicer muttered. Nonetheless he gave Nadia’s ass a swat, the bounty hunter gasping, bucking as the firm spank vibrated through her to echo against her needy core. She looked over her shoulder, breathless in anticipation as Morinth moved behind her, stroking his cock to full hardness once more. Nadia raised her rear again, wiggling it tantalizingly.
Morinth’s visor washed itself in refreshing pixels as his hands gripped her plush derrier. He drew back, and thrust.
“Ahhhhh!” Nadia screamed as his cock buried itself in her needy quim. Her inner walls convulsed around the intrusion, cumming on the spot even before he began to saw into her. “Yess
ss! Fuck me! Fuck my slutty bimbo cunt! Ah! Ah! Mnn! Make me cum! Make me screeeeeam!”
Morinth cursed, pounding her snatch, his hips slapping her plush bottom with every heavy stroke. Dava pulled him into another kiss, grinding herself against his side even as he roughly fucked her. Again Nadia came, shuddering around his cock. It would be such a shame to lose these curves, the bounty hunter reflected.
But then, she thought, the last coherent thought she’d have for some hours, she could always get the change again. Her smile was blissful with that reassurance, and then she let her mind slip away, buried beneath a haze of pleasure as she thrust back against the splicer’s cock.
