Paying the Debt (Patreon)

Tagline for now: bounty hunter couple needs to pay off racking debt.

Category: Sci-Fi

Inspired by Alien Entanglement by Joko44

*

James was pacing his cell while his wife Alaine was sitting annoyed on a moist bench. They were in a damp underground cell, after being caught by the henchmen of Bwoyba Hulrerd the moment they had arrived. Maybe it had been naive to come here, with the gambling debts and outstanding paybacks the both of them had been racking up for the young couple, but they had hoped for some sort of arrangement to make the debt go away. Work it off in some capacity

Who was this Bwoyba Hulrerd anyway? He was this big crime lord hovering on the outskirts of Coalition space. He was a giant slug-like creature who ran a crime organization on the Outskirts. He mostly dealt in gambling, smuggling, that sorta thing, but would from time to time let his crew handle the dirtier sides of things for the Coalition.

Somehow Alaine and James had ended up in one of his casinos after a good heist, and before they knew it they had gambled it all away, and more so too. After doing a botched contract for him, the couple thought it best to flee the area. Unfortunately, that meant their debt was getting percentages for a good while it laid dormant until Bwoyba sent bounty hunters after them. Ironic that the bounty hunter couple was getting bounty hunted. But in the end, they thought it best to go to Bwoyba themselves and clear it all up.

Which lead to where they were now. The moment they stood on the desert planet Bwoyba lived on, they were seized and locked in one of his cells beneath his giant lair, in some damp dungeon, awaiting whatever justice a crime lord might dish out. Even down here they could hear the thumps and hoots of Bwoyba’s club in full activity

James turned to his wife. Alayne was his wife. Brunette and blue eyes. She always had her dark brown hair tied in a short ponytail which suited the sharp features that made her look as fierce as she was. Despite her being twice the bounty hunter James was, being far less merciful with their prey, she still had the womanly features a man would drool for. She had an athletic body. She could definitely be classified as perky, but her ass was something else. Girthy, broad and toned. Her tight leather suit didn’t exactly hide those features either.

James was no slacker either. He was tall and slender, mobile to say the least. While Alayne may be the better strategist and the ruthless of the two, he was the gunman and strangely enough, the one who more often showed compassion. The best grunt one could ask for in a crew. The two of them made a formidable team as bounty hunters.

“What you think they gonna do to us?” James asked.

“I don’t fucking know,” Alayne answered annoyedly. “I’d say hang us, but dead people don’t earn money. Fuck, why did we even come back here.”

“Shit… they might even sell our heads off to the Coalition. Last time I checked, the federal bounty on us was reaching six figures. Who’d think they even put bounties on a fucking gambling debt anyway?!”

“We also didn’t exactly do that one contract… that we botched… It cost Bwoyba a lot of money, I’d bet,” James chimed in. “Miss Jackson even got capped.”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t even our fault! We better pray to who-the-fuck-knows it doesn’t come to that. I have zero plans of spending the rest of my days slaving away in some labor camp far off in the fringe territories. Or worse…” Alayne added, kicking some pebbles across the cell to ease her stress.

“It got pretty close in the Nest system,” James reminded her. A particular nasty bunch of henchmen had fallen upon the two bounty hunters. We had seized their existence pretty effectively, but they were getting better and better at finding us. Even we weren’t so stupid as to think one ambush too many would do us in.

“Pff. Well, now we’re stuck. Fuck!” Alayne groaned annoyed, leaning against the slick rock wall. “We better come up with something fast, Jamie. My sister is waiting on us for the Aloon contract.”

The two of them had stopped on our way to another job, going from the frontier territories of Coalition space to the free Selusean States. Alayne’s sister Sophie, and my mother Marion too for that matter, sat out there waiting for us as we were helping some crew with a small mission out there.

But however fast our escape plan was planned, it wasn’t fast enough. James heard heavy footsteps dragging towards their cell out in the corridor. One of Bwoyba’s cronies stepped to the heavy cell door. It was a giant thing, more animal than human, yet it stood on two legs. But the significance of him was not lost on them, as the humanoid alien held a rifle in his hand.

“The fuck you want?” Alayne said, standing at once, ready for confrontation.

James knowing his wife knew that she probably would go for the big thick-skulled bastard's rifle. Luck or not, the jailor seemed to know his way around prisoners, however, as he took out a stun gun and stuck it through the bars.

“No! No need for that!” Alayne pleaded, holding her hands defensively. The alien gurgled something in his own language and shot Alayne regardless.

“Hey! What the fu-AHAYAHA!” Yeah, James tried to protest, but it was futile. He was stunned too.

“Easy there, boys and girlsss,” a slivering snake-like voice said. James looked up through watered eyes and saw some velvet-clothed snake of a man standing in the cell door. His jerkin looked ridiculous, like a bucket wrapped around a thin stick.

“We’re just checking if the commendations are well-suited for our fine guests, sss sss,” the reptilian-like alien snickered. “Seems you’ve been spoiled in your life as adventurers of the galaxy. Do you not find our accommodations accommodating? You best lower your standards, because, sss sss, we can make your time of a much more somber quality.”

“What-do-you-want?” Alayne asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know. What do we want, dear pig?” the snake-like being said, turning to his comrade. The animalistic pig-man just gargled on in his language before chuckling.

“Precisssely,” the reptilian said, shaking his head, obviously not understanding anything of what the pig said.

“Anyhoo, Bwoyba Hulrerd is on his way back from his vacation. When he heard the news, he was delighted to hear who had shown up as his guestsss! His favorite bounty hunter and bounty huntress. He can hardly wait to be back and greet the two of you! Oh, the things he has rambled about while you were gone…”

The snake-man trailed off, shifting his gaze between Alayne and James feigning a warm smile.

“How about you go fuck yourself?” Alayne growled.

“Oh, such language. Mister, please kick her husband,” the snake-man said to the pig.

“Hey wait! OOMPH!” James again tried to protest, but soon found an accelerating boot in his belly.

Shortly after, the humanoid pig, or whatever he was, wrapped some heavy collar device on their necks, yanked them roughly to their feet, and shoved them in front of himself down the corridor. James was paralyzed by the pain, barely registering where they went, but he could still hear Alayne insult and threaten their whole way through the dungeons.

“Oooh, just you wait! Once I get my hands on one of those rifles!”

“Hey you, what you staring at? Let me loose and I’ll give you something to gawk at, you piece of shit!”

“Fu–”

“Please, Alayne, for my sake, shut up,” James said. It was all empty threats anyway. Alayne reluctantly shut up anyway, so James was happy. His head was pounding like a bastard from the kicks and the shocks.

Before long they were shoved into a giant room that acted as the heart of Bwoyba’s club of sorts. The decoration and architecture were gnarly at best. Beige and brown stonewalls, all slick with the underground moisture seeping up from the underground cellars. Around the room, tables were strewn about, with accompanying and occupied chairs, forming a horseshoe around a dance floor and then a small podium.

There were also the occasional small stages with scantily clad women lazily dancing around the patrons, no doubt slaves from the black market. And they all seemed to be everything between human and humanoid females. Typicial, such women are a well sought after commodity in these parts of lawless space. All of them had a hue of sweat and moisture on them, as everything in this damn place seemed to be in a continuous state of dampness. A shiver went down Alayne’s spine, all these humanoid slave girls around her made her feel uneasy. She didn’t want to end up like them.

On the podium sat a giant, fat slug-like creature, a Grugaulian from planet Grugal, with broad eyes and an even broader mouth. Big, fat, and slimy. Utterly disgusting. His form was almost perverted compared to any normal human. He looked to hover at five foot seven, but his sluggish form splayed across the podium and looked almost eight feet long and almost half as much in broadness, totaling almost twelve feet of a greasy, leathery slug. The creature was all slimy girth by the looks of it. The giant heap of slick, sticky flesh was none other than Bwoyba Hulrerd in all his… glory.

Beside him stood the snake-man again, somehow teleporting himself from escorting them to being right by Bwoyba’s left arm. He whispered something in Bwoyba’s ear and the giant slab started roaring out in a deep, humorless laugh.

“Lord Bwoyba Hulrerd, the most gracious of hosts, bids you his humble welcome,” the snake-man declared.

“Hah!” Alayne declared, as she had managed to grab the rifle out of the pig, the pig falling dead over as she immediately shot him.

James jerked out of his hold, grabbed an eight-foot stick, and shoved it in the eye of the closest guard. Another fell on him, jerking the thing out of his hands followed by socking James in his mouth.

She turned to shoot Bwoyba but was tackled to the ground by another pigman. Bwoyba sat laughing at her antics. He shouted something in his growling foreign language and turned to the snake-man.

“Ah, feisty. Feisty indeed,” he said. “Bwoyba likes you two. It would be a shame such talent to waste! Bwoyba trusts you both will appreciate him in due time. Alas, there is this pesky business of your debt. One must pay one's debts.”

“Listen, lord Hulrerd, you’re making a mistake. We were on our way to pay you actually!” James said, standing despite the heavy collar around his neck and his nose bleeding. “We intend to pay what we owe, but you have to let us go first. We have a job out here that can help pay our debts.”

“James tells the truth of it, my sister has our names on a contract. It’ll bound to give us at least half of what we owe you, and we wanted to come here and tell you ourselves,” Alayne said, turning into the diplomat. “We just need more time.”

Bwoyba arched his head back the lone inch he was able and roared another humorless laugh. All his creatures, patrons, and even the dancers that roamed the room joined the laughter, seizing the moment Bwoyba stopped.

“I like you two,” Bwoyba said in his deep gnarling voice, creasing a sly knowing smirk across his wide lips. “But you have no paid in too long. We need you two to work..”

“This is what I’m saying, if you just see reason–” Alayne started.

“Work for me!” Bwoyba declared as if Alayne hadn’t uttered a word. “You either work for my crew, or we throw to the Anora’s Nest! How that sound? We could use entertaining!”

Again the room roared with evil laughter. Meanwhile, James and Alayne looked at each other confused. There was no way in-house contracting paid more than what they would make on a single contract in the Outskirts. No way! And the threat of Anora’s Nest was surely an empty one? It would render their ‘talents’ useless.

“But Bwoyba!” Alayne started, but one of the guards took her collar and started yanking her towards a side door. “BWOYBA!”

“Wait! Hold on now!” James started as he was also dragged to the side door too.

It wasn’t the cell door, so they could only imagine they were surely getting put to slave labor or dragged to be prepared for some sadistic entertainment show. Bwoyba was known to humiliate the ones who owed him anything at all. No one seemed to hear or care for their protests, as everyone was laughing as if Bwoyba had said the funniest shit.

*

“What do you think they’ll do to us?” James said once again. This time the couple was stuck in a small room with little to no furnishment. There was a chair, which Alayne was already occupying when James entered. Fortunately, they had removed the giant collars.

“I have no idea… I just hope I’m not put up to be one of those fucking dancers,” Alayne said, grimly staring at the floor, resting her elbows on her knees. “It’s so degrading…”

“Maybe he has some contracts he needs fixing himself? It’s not unlike him to pick up a bunch of strays and sell the contracts at a lower price while skimming the price? I don’t know, maybe the Coalition got impatient with some of them,” James suggested, grasping at straws.

They didn’t really have any other qualities than bounty hunting, so it was the only logical task Bwoyba might have them do.

“Perhaps. We can only hope,” Alayne said.

“Yeah–” James was interrupted as the door slammed open and another set of henchmen came in. For once they were fully human.

“Jenny?” one of them asked, looking at James.

“I’m James,” James replied.

“Alright, come here. We got some shit to do,” a big redheaded oaf said. “A lady will come to prep the woman.”

That was oddly kind, allowing Alayne to be treated by a woman. Though, it was weird considering if they were to work for Bwoyba as bounty hunters.

“By shit, he means he has a selection of gear you can have. We’ll pick some shit, drink a bit, and then first thing in the morning we’re heading out to some nomads who need a shakedown and then some shit out in the desert,” the other one said, holding the door for the final and third.

“And before you do anything stupid,” he continued.

“See? Told you it wasn’t too bad,” James said to Alayne.

“AND BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING STUPID,” the man roared, not liking the interruption. “We’re keeping your bitch wife here. As collateral. Or whatever. Bwoyba’s word is law ‘round here. As the ginger said, a lady will be over shortly.”

“You can’t separate us!” Alayne protested. “We’re a team! I promise we’ll do whatever you want us to do on the mission, but I can assure we work best when we’re together.”

“Yeah, me and my wife make a spectacular team!” James joined in.

“I don’t care,” the man promptly said, slapping James’ wife in the face so she tumbled back. “The wife got plenty of work she can do here at the lair. Lord Hulrerd needs a new assistant. His mobility is limited, so he needs someone nimble who can… help him out.”

James took a step towards the man, ready to throw hands, but the man had a gun pointed at not only James’ head but also Alayne’s. Fuck if anything happened to himself, but he’d never let them hurt his wife.

“They have other tasks for you. They said something about his previous lap girl succumbing to the Anora’s Nest or something… Anyone who gets tossed in there are done for… So they said something about needing a replacement.”

“No!” James started, only to receive a fist to his bottom teeth and jaw.

Alayne grabbed the chair and got to her feet, “Please, anything but that! I can’t dance! No!” she pleaded.

“Wait here,” the redhead said, shoving Alayne into the chair.

The lifeless body of James was thusly dragged out of the room, down yet another set of corridors, and into a small armory beneath the lair. It was not far from the motor pool, where they would have their pick of Bwoyba’s army vehicles. As James came too, his spirits did too. While the gang was rough on them, they seemed to make sure that the mission wouldn’t fuck up. Considering the vast debt they had racked up, it was more than reasonable. It was damn near accommodating, fists in the face aside.

“Don’t worry, laddy,” the big redhead said, giving James a knowing smirk. James didn’t like that smirk, it was as if the big redhead was in on a joke that everyone knew except James. “Your wife is in saaafe hands. Nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, we’ll do some shit for Bwoyba. We’ve got all the shit we need in this here weaponry. Take your pick and we’ll get some drinks before hitting the hay.”

James walked along the racks of different weaponry. Bwoyba truly had an impressive armory. Everything from rifles to grenades and even more sophisticated weaponry. He quickly found a rifle that was much like his own. Not quite, as he had modified his personal rifle to suit his needs, but it would work excellently.

James was handed a nice undersuit that handled all kinds of environments, while also giving protection from bullets and various projectiles coming his way. Above it, he got a cloak to protect him from the scorching heat. Even out in the desert the highly equipped bodysuits weren’t enough.

“Alright, we all set?” the redhead asked James. He seemed to be the leader, even if the other guy spoke the most. “My name is Taint. The other guy, the bald one is also Taint. How did we end up on the same crew? Incompetence. But call me Ginger. I used to hate it, but if it makes shit easier I’ll cope.”

“Sure thing,” James replied, nodding eagerly. By the theatrics in the main hall, they made it seem like they were getting screwed… but this wasn’t too bad.

It kinda made sense, James thought, having those theatrics. Bwoyba had to seem like the big kingpin he was, so making a show of putting the young couple in their place was probably mandatory. Now it also made sense why they offered a lady to help out Alayne. These bodysuits were skin tight and offered little modesty while one put them on. These scoundrels would’ve no doubt gotten an eyeful of Alayne’s voluptuous… assets. That ass was to drool for.

James figured he would find his wife in the bar for those aforementioned drinks, and get a good night's sleep before heading out to those nomads or whatever it was.

“Anything else you need, then?” Ginger asked.

“All set. Wait, is that a Fusion Crusher?” James blurted out, pointing at Ginger’s handgun.

“Yeah, what about it?” Ginger asked somewhat defensively.

“Those are fucking expensive!” James declared. “I had one, but… erh, I lost it.”

“I… won it in cards… yes. Some people actually know how to play,” Ginger said, slapping James on the shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, but Ginger didn’t seem like the type to change his facial expression. Ever.

“Anyway, I need beer. You do too, you just don’t know it yet,” Ginger continued, a slight, ever so faint smirk appearing on his mouth.

What was that about? How bad could a bunch of nomads be?

On his way to the locker room and the armory James had been unconscious, now he was able to walk the long corridors himself. The lair seemed to have a sophisticated labyrinth of corridors snaking up and down the hill the club laid on, at the outskirts of the nearby city. The top was the club, of course, but below the intricate layers of dungeons, halls, armories, and who-knows-what gave a telltale sign of operations being kept underground. Literally.

The motor pool was especially cool to James. As the club was on top of the hill facing the city, the garage was on the foot of the hill facing away from the city. Maybe that offered some secrecy, who knows. James just thought it was a neat detail.

“But never mind that, Jamie boy, we’re just here for the only elevator up in here,” Taint explained.

The three of them stepped into a clanky mechanical elevator. It seemed rusty and extremely unreliable, but the guys were insistent, so who was James to argue?

The elevator took them to the lobby outside the club room. James had been here a few times before, but never sober. It was an oval-shaped room with doors and side corridors. There were so many corridors here that it was a wonder no one got lost. But they went straight across the floor and to a giant double door that was leading to the main club room.

“Maybe we can check out how your missus is doing,” Taint said with an almost evil grin, before shoving the doors open.

Inside everything was much the same as before. Nothing seemed to ever deter the guests for any length of time. Patrons enjoying their drinks, and playing cards, and scantily clad women of all kinds of races were lazily dancing around on small stages. They stepped into the room, and as they did Bwoyba’s podium came into view.

James’ heart dropped.

Bwoyba was sprawled across his podium like he always was, a small drink in his pudgy little hands. But the vile creature wasn’t why James’ eyes bulged. Laying on her side, almost curled in by Bwoyba was his wife Alayne.

The first thing he noticed was her attire… or almost lack thereof. She wore some sort of metal bra and panties, with delicate strands of silks hanging from various points to create a fraction of modesty. You could still see the entirety of Alayne’s legs. The little clothing she wore looked like it would reveal almost all the way if Alayne made a misfortuned movement. If she angled herself, James swore people would break their necks to see if something popped out.

Around her neck, she had what looked to be another collar, though much thinner and ‘delicate’. From the collar, a small chain protruded, of which Bwoyba held the other end. In short terms, Alayne had become Bwoyba’s new finest souvenir, displayed for all to see. James was fuming seeing how degraded his wife had become in such a short while.

James wasn’t alone in his opinion of his wife’s clothes.

Alayne looked utterly uncomfortable in her attire. Her face was in a mix of disgust and degraded dignity. This was so far beneath her that it could hardly get any lower. Strong and fierce as she was, she looked so subdued and humiliated laying like a pet at Bwoyba’s fat tail, chained up like a slave. She wouldn’t even meet James’ eyes when he entered. She just held her head high and looked far above the crowd. It was as if every single one of them was far beneath her attention, but James knew it was also so that she wouldn’t have to face her admirers.

This was the next point of oddity, however; the crowd was admiring her, yes, but it was just the occasional appreciated nod or glance in her direction. It seemed to James they were a jaded crowd for such a display. He should’ve figured this, having been in their position. Thinking back, he and Alayne had barely registered Bwoyba’s last girl when they visited.

James thought this was why Ginger said he would need a drink. So he would be presented with the humility of his wife, a reminder of who was in charge of what. While the crowd was not as leering as they would’ve been in other systems, Alayne was still on display like she was art at a museum.

James saw red, feeling his pulse thumping in his chest. He looked at his fierce and strong wife and saw what position she was in. He couldn’t just sit and let this happen! He quickly turned to Taint, grabbed his handgun, and yanked it out of its holster. James managed to pull the trigger, but the projectile ended up high on the wall as Ginger wrapped a mighty arm around his neck.

The whole bar went completely silent as the gun sang.

“No funny business,” Ginger muttered in James’ ear. “This is how you work off your debt, fucking scoundrel.”

“Hoh hoh hoh,” Bwoyba laughed from his stage, yanking lightly at the chain, causing Alayne to wince as she fell back against him. “You angry? You angry? I just want a little bit of what I am owed! It is only right! And a gracious guest should show their host some gratitude, do you not think dear gracious guest? I for one will enjoy your company, Alayne…”

James’ voice was stuck in his throat as Ginger’s arm squeezed tight around his neck. No words escaped him. Bwoyba looked at him with a knowing smirk, and when no objection came Bwoyba yanked a bit more at the chain, pulling Alayne’s face closer to his giant mouth.

Alayne’s eyes shot wide as a big fat tongue extruded from Bwoyba’s broad mouth. Alayne tried to turn away, but he was able to graze her with the tip of his spit-soaked tongue. A trail of thick saliva strung between Alayne’s delicate cheek and Bwoyba’s fat tongue. Alayne grimaced her entire face in pure disgust.

A pure power move. Bwoyba did it in front of everyone to keep it fresh for James who is in charge. So it was clear. Obey and it would be okay, else Alayne would be demeaned in front of the whole club. Easy enough.

“Uuugh! Disgusting!” Alayne groaned in utter disgust, falling back into place as Bwoyba let go of her chain.

“You will go on mission, and your Alayne will help Bwoyba! She is safe as long as you both comply. Better than safe. ,” Bwoyba declared. “Now, your next drink is on me. No more funny business.  In time I think you will both to appreciate me more.”

The bar promptly resumed its chatter. James was forcefully dragged to a bar stool and plumped on it. Ginger stood right behind him, hovering over him as he was way bigger than James. Taint went to his right to order them drinks. The next hours James was forced to witness the degradation of his wife. Bwoyba didn’t do anything in particular, but her being out on display like this, like some servant girl, caused James so much anger.

“Don’t sethe. Your wife will be safer than us,” Ginger said.

“Yeah. Bwoyba is just showing off, like how he always does,” Taint said with a smile. “She’ll even sleep near his chambers so no one else will be able to do anything. She’s safe.”

James wasn’t exactly calmed by this, but it made sort of sense. Bwoyba had to keep up appearances, he just hated that it had to be at his wife's expense. They’d never come back to these parts after the debt was off, that was for damn sure. James took his drinks and decided to keep as much of a watch over his wife as he could. True to his word, Bwoyba made sure no one touched or harmed Alayne. She looked like she didn’t like it at all, but as long as she looked relatively safe, James figured he could live with it.

Bwoyba himself didn’t even do anything. He sometimes would yank at the chain for Alayne to hand him his drink, as his arms were too short, and sometimes he would make an inaudible comment, but that was the brunt of it. James had to internally shrug his shoulders. As little as he liked any of it, nor Alayne for that matter, it seemed to be as up and up as such a situation could be.

“Well, I know you like staring at those juicy features on that wife of yours but we have a long day tomorrow,” Ginger declared after a bit. “Best get some shut-eye. But as you can see, your wife is in the safest hands.”

James looked one last time at his wife. “I guess…”

The next morning, the three of them joined two other people, Mallow and Kohle, medic and engineer respectively. They were both masked so who knew their species, especially around these parts. They got their gear, got on their motor vehicle, and drove off into the desert.

*

The thing about being in these hell clubs is that you fail to realize the hours flying or the time of day. Alayne had been dressed in some extremely uncomfortable metal bikini with these weird loose silk strands that she was supposed to be able to hide behind or whatever. Maybe if you were one of those girls who knew how to act all proper and ladylike, but Alayne was far from that. So she instead chose to lay as still as possible and to move with discretion. Not only to give her the faintest level of modesty but also to not entice the patrons. They looked dangerous. Even though Bwoyba would likely not let anyone do anything stupid in his own club, you never knew.

Fortunately, the onlookers seemed only interested initially. At first, they had hooted and all that shit, but after a short while they resumed their cards and other activities. Bwoyba, on the other hand… it was not as much what said or anything, it was mostly how he looked at her. Like Alayne was just some piece of furniture so far beneath him. It made Alayne loathe him, as she was this tough, hard-nailed bounty hunter taking shit from nobody. Yet Bwoyba looked at her like she was just meat on a platter.

Alayne in the end was forced to look with longing eyes as James finally departed. She felt so alone with these disgusting, leering creatures. Her skimpy outfit was making her extremely uncomfortable, even if she was under Bwoyba’s protection. The way her bottoms shaped her broad hips and ass was so objectifying. But Alayne saw her husband yawn, reminding her that sleep was something she had to account for eventually. But the long hours never seemed to dwindle. She was forced to lay beside Bwoyba like a figurehead, like some fine art on display for anyone to gawk and admire. Way past exhaustion, Bwoyba finally groaned toward her.

“I’m done. Take drink and follow,” he grumbled. Alayne, too tired for anything, grabbed the martini glass and followed as Bwoyba started to slide off the podium and in through a door.

Alayne dutifully followed Bwoyba in her skimpy outfit, carrying his drink, as they ascended some stairs. Or, they weren’t stairs, more like a jagged slope forming a corridor upward into Bwoyba’s lair, eventually leading them to a floor above the club. She felt relatively free despite her outfit, but Bwoyba never seemed to let go of her chain. He didn’t drag her, but it was a reminder of who was the boss.

They finally entered a large chamber, consisting of balconies on three sides, offering a lot of ventilation, with large veils were creating softly blowing in the wind, sort of creating a room of silk. Within this room of silk, a giant bed was placed. It had a slight tilt, no doubt so Bwoyba could get in and out easily.

Next to the bed was a table, which Alayne hurried over to, placing the drink. She then took place by the door leading to the stairs, folding her hands in front of her as to wait for her instructions.

“Alayne tired?” Bwoyba asked, yanking lightly at the chain. “Why not come lie down?”

Alayne looked at him confused. “No thank you, I will get back to my own.”

Bwoyba chuckled. “Ah yes. You and your husband. I like the energy. You are great couple.”

Alayne didn’t say anything. Bwoyba looked at her with hungry eyes now, even she could see it. She was worried what he might do, but on the other hand… how would he even do anything? He was just a giant slug. And she would be able to run away without trouble, even with the chain. She’d just bring that with her. But for now she’d play it cool.

“Come here,” Bwoyba said, yanking the chain.

Alayne stubbornly walked over to him, hands still folded in front, trying to anticipate what he wanted with her. Alayne tried meeting his eyes, to remain the strong woman she was. Undeterred by his leering eyes. It wasn’t like he was able to do anything to her anyway, given his slug-like form. All he did was look… and lick.

“What do you want?” Alayne asked, folding her hands defiantly, worried Bwoyba would stick out his fat tongue again.

Bwoyba looked her up and down, licking his lips. “Lay down,” Bwoyba commanded.

Now Alayne would normally never follow commands like that, but Bwoyba didn’t leave much room for disobedience. Alayne’s eyes darted to the bed, still a bit hesitant. She didn’t like doing as she was told, but knew if she played nice everything would remain cool. Both for her and James.

In the end, she reluctantly climbed onto the bed and laid flat on it, arms stiff at her sides. She heard Bwoyba laugh in a low and slow rumble down near her feet. The mattress shifted, and Alayne immediately sat up on her elbows and saw Bwoyba awkwardly crawl up onto the bed near her feet. Disgusted, Alayne turned onto her stomach and attempted to move up the bed so Bwoyba would have more space.

But her feet were stuck. Something heavy and warm had wrapped the entirety of her ankles. She quickly looked down to see the lower portions of Bwoyba’s long, broad body had rolled over her feet! He was still upright with his ‘upper body’, but had managed to trap her legs!

“Bwoyba, lord, please, my feet are stuck,” Alayne said, surely Bwoyba had just rolled over her by accident.

Bwoyba didn’t say anything, though, he just slowly crept his slightly moist, yet soft body onto Alayne’s delicate legs. Her legs were stuck underneath his weight, but weren’t particularly squeezed. More like he was gripping her with his form, locking her in space. Panic started to creep into her. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck under his huge form while he slept! Why couldn’t he just roll over or something? She turned back around and tried to army-crawl up the bed, only managing to get a few inches before her legs were completely immobile.

“Get the f-fuck off!” Alayne said angrily, slamming her fist against the mattress.

She tried to wiggle and writhe, but Bwoyba kept rolling onto her, finally leaning down. His wide, drooling mouth tickled her neck as she felt him breathe into her. She felt a thick trail of spit collide with her head, glide down and into her neck before dripping into the mattress below her. Another one and another one. Yuck! Bwoyba was so disgusting! He was drooling over her! What a sick fuck, drooling over scantily clad girls!

“I can’t move, Bwoyba, move!” Alayne tried to shove him off, but he was just so heavy.

“You will purr a new tune, little kitten,” Bwoyba said, his wide mouth almost connecting with her head. “You will be my little slave, kitten.”

Alayne felt something slime and wet collide with the back of her head. Something strong. It shoved into her and trailed up to her hairline, a long desired groan emanating from Bwoyba. Was he? No… please no… That was so disgusting…

Alayne turned her head slightly and her vision was filled with Bwoyba’s broad disgusting tongue lapping directly at her face. He let out a lustful groan as he repeatedly filled her face with his tongue, licking firmly into her as she was unable to escape. It wasn’t licking really, more coating her with a tongue broader than her face. Lapping her, as if he could taste how the essence of a beautiful face.

Spit soaked her face and she gagged, coughed, quickly turning her face away in utter disgust. Meanwhile, Bwoyba chuckled ominously seeing her reaction. He started to crawl his slug-like form up across her body more, wrapping her even more in his body.

“Get off!” Alayne hissed, desperate to get this nasty thick saliva off her. A good towel, bath… anything!

Though, her resistance slowly began to wane. Something about being drooled over… desired so much… Strangely, its slimy warmth was weirdly soothing. She still wanted to get out, she had to get out! But if he were to just keep slathering her with his slimy warmth, maybe it wasn’t so bad. It   felt good, really good. Like a warm, wet massage. His tongue was so strong too… “FUCK that!” Alayne thought, trying to shake whatever those reflections were, and resumed her struggle. Though, not quite with the same ferociousness from before.

Suddenly she felt something bump and glide into the inside of her knee. “What the fuck was that?” Alayne thought, trying to look down, only to see Bwoyba’s fat cover her from her midsection down. Whatever it was, it didn’t stop at bumping into her knee. It started to trail up the inside of her thigh, tickling and smearing her thigh delicately with something wet and sticky. It should’ve been disgusting, and it was, but it also seemed to leave a warm, ticklish sensation. Like it was preparing her body by heating it up. She felt her breath grow slower, more labored. It confused her, feeling her own body respond in such a way.

She was brought back to the here and now, as she soon felt whatever it was on the inside of both of her thighs, as it nuzzled its way up. Alayne’s head jerked up as she understood where it was heading… what it was.

She doubled down on her effort of getting out from underneath Bwoyba. Alayne gripped the sheet to pull herself out, but it was futile. Amid her fruitless effort, she felt something lodge against her pussy, pressing at her entrance with increasing intensity. It was just as slimy as the rest of Bwoyba, and unbelievably large. It felt like it was splitting apart as it sought to penetrate her body. If something so big would ever enter her, she’d be ripped apart. Stretched beyond her limits, and so impossibly full.

Bwoyba grunted and panted above her, drooling all over himself as he shoved ahead. He knew if he kept up the pressure the slimy precum his shaft pumped up against Alayne’s labia would lubricate and intoxicate her with wanton lust. Alayne wanted to escape in her head but felt herself fall limp under Bwoyba. Her efforts grew weaker by the minute. Not just physically, but mentally she found herself… in an odd state of anticipation. It was like her body was betraying her as her own mind felt as if it was numbing and fogging to his manipulations.

Whatever Bwoyba was trying to shove into her was unbelievably large and felt like it would split her in half, but somehow her body felt ready to accommodate something of his shape and size. It was like his secretions and lubricants were working her both mentally and physically, preparing for copulation with Bwoyba’s endowment.

And sure enough, soon the big blunt object lodged at her opening started to glide. Alayne’s head snapped up and her mouth formed into a big O as she felt her physical resistance wain and yield. First, the giant flared-out cock head spilled into her depths, then an inch, two inches, three… she lost count. It was fat and long. It felt like her body was on fire, that she was gonna explode. Not from pain though. The secretions from Bwoyba gave her an almost numbing delirious feeling, making her dripping wet as thick slime coated her insides as Bwoyba went deeper inside her.

It happened at an agonizingly slow pace as if he was taking his time with her, savoring her body and the sensation of her tightening walls squeezing around his humongous phallus. Alayne had a hard time focusing on anything but the fat thing sliding into her. It was like he was rearranging everything inside her as he fed her pussy his giant slug cock. Somewhere below, crushed under Bwoyba’s weight, Alayne was getting defiled by this ugly, disgusting crime lord. She thought how humiliating it would be for James to return to a defiled wife. It sent a shiver through her, just thinking about it.

Alayne felt the muscles in her abdomen twitch and contract, her entire body feeling like it was burning up. Her body yearned for his otherworldly size, and it was shocking to her to feel how well she was taking him. It should’ve hurt with how big he was, yet she took it. She didn’t know how much she could take, though. It seemed to never end. Bwoyba kept coming, derailing her mind into a depraved state of mind where she was perfectly accepting of anything Bwoyba did.

The slimy precum Bwoyba sent into her body had a gripping effect on her desire, and she felt her own mind and body bend towards her need to accept this beast of a cock. It should've hurt, but it didn’t. Not even close. It was wonderful! She felt so full from Bwoyba’s beastly member, and so warm from being under him.

“Oh god, oh god,” Alayne repeated under her breath, as she felt Bwoyba’s slippery, flared-out dickhead nudge into her cervix. It felt like an intruder, but so welcoming.

Her hands grabbed onto the sheets beneath her, desperately trying to find purchase to stop the impending wave of pleasure that would surely crash her into a puddle of pure ecstasy.

Bwoyba was having none of it. “No, no, no, little fierce Alayne,” Bwoyba growled above her. He reached his thick, slimy hands and grabbed her wrists. He pinned them above her head and started to glide his wet tongue around her already-soaked head. He was licking her very essence it seemed like, but this time Alayne didn’t find it nearly as disgusting. She moaned out feeling her head covered in his spit and thick saliva.

During this, he started to push his dick all the way into her, forcing her legs further apart. Alayne grunted and groaned as her pussy was being stretched to its limits. Bwoyba had stopped after finally pushing himself into her as deep as he could go, her cervix and walls throbbing against his dick. He was so huge and so long, it felt like Alayne’s pussy was gonna explode, the pleasure and discomfort were almost painful.

But, she had to admit, through the feeling of disgust, through the chasteness of her fidelity, the feeling of being so full and so stretched was incredible. She could feel his dick pulsate, and his slick, intoxicating precum slowly ooze from her pussy.

“Mmm,” Bwoyba growled. His wide mouth opened and he sent his tongue from the back of her head to once again slither into Alayne’s delicate neck.

“W-what are you doing?” Alayne asked. She wasn’t quite sure what she was questioning, as the whole experience was so surreal. She tried to pull her hands out of his grip, to regain some control, but Bwoyba’s hold on her was unbreakable.

“Kitten must purr,” Bwoyba said, his tongue continuing to explore her body. He traced a line over her collarbone but was unable to reach further due to how fat and immobile he and his tongue was, especially as she lay on her stomach underneath him. His tongue slithered up and down her neck, leaving a line of saliva in its wake.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Alayne moaned as her body involuntarily bucked and convulsed. The sensation of his slimy tongue lapping and massaging at her delicate skin was overwhelming, paired with how his cock filled her, his precum numbing her to the sensation of being defiled and instead highlighting how wonderful Bwoyba felt inside of her.

But he had let her insides rest enough, and his pelvis area started to move. Bwoyba grunted and panted, and Alayne let out screams of overwhelming pleasure as Bwoyba started to fuck her. Alayne grunted and moaned. She felt a familiar warmth build up in her belly, and her pussy soon started to clench and squeeze whatever it could around Bwoyba’s monstrous dick. He wasn’t gonna stop either. Bwoyba fucked her relentlessly, using his massive strength and weight to keep her pinned down under him, forced to take all the wonders he shoved into her. He continued to fuck her even as her pussy juices squirted and gushed out of her, drenching the bed underneath her.

Bwoyba’s dick was so big and long, stretching her walls so that her body had no choice but to react to it. His secretions, his precum, were making Alayne’s body mold to take him and the pleasures he gave her. She could even hear the muffled squelches of her pussy getting stuffed somewhere below her vision. She closed her eyes, taking in the sensation.

“Fuck, oh god!” Alayne cursed, her legs trembling as Bwoyba’s cock plowed into her. She was so close, and yet she was so disgusted. How could this big slug fucker make her feel so good? She didn’t know how far this was going, how far he’d forced her to go. But it felt so good, and she needed more.

“Oh yeah! More! More, please more! Give it to me, you big filthy fuck!” Alayne begged, no longer caring.

Bwoyba chuckled above her, his cock pulsating. “Do you want… more?” he asked, slowing his thrust and fucking her lazily.

“Yes, yes, yes, please, fuck me! Harder!” Alayne pleaded, unable to contain herself.

“You should address your lord master appropriately, slave!” Bwoyba hummed into her now shambled brown hair.

“What?” Alayne was confused about what he meant. Bwoyba shoved his cock hard into her as punishment.

“What, master! You address me as your master! Got it?!” Bwoyba rumbled.

“Fuck! Yes, master! Please fuck me some more, Master!”

“Oh, you want fuck now?”

“Fuck me please, master! Fuck your little slave!” Alayne begged, scarcely believing her own words.

Bwoyba seemed pleased enough, and he started to fuck her once again. This time he wasn’t so rough, but he was still a force of nature. He kept a steady, deliberate pace for what felt like an eternity. Alayne didn’t know how long he fucked her, but she was grateful when he swelled even large, getting ready to cum, stretching her more. She slowly realized she’d be unable to get out from under Bwoyba, and that there was only one way this would end.

“Cum in me, master!” Alayne begged. Partly for it to be over, but also because she wanted to feel this fat monster defile her even more. “Oh, please cum in your little slave! Please, master!”

Bwoyba let out a loud and long growl, and Alayne could feel the fat, flared head of his cock pulse and twitch, a gush of cum pouring into her. She screamed out as her orgasm took over. Bwoyba fucked her with renewed vigor, the warm seed of his giant cock pumping into her body. He kept up his assault, pumping his slimy cum into her, even as Alayne’s pussy was so stretched and stuffer that Bwoyba’s enormous cock couldn’t fit any more inside.

“K-keep cumming in me! Fill your slave up, master!” Alayne moaned, cumming herself. She loved the feeling of being so full of Bwoyba’s dick still pulsating and twitching as it kept pumping.

Bwoyba came deep inside her, flooding her womb with his thick, hot jizz. Alayne’s legs went completely rigid, and her entire body tensed up, the muscles in her belly contracting as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her. Feeling something so masterful as Bwoyba cum in her sent her over the hills, hurling into a mind-bending orgasm. She panted and puffed as it rolled through her.

As she came down, Alayne was soon able to breathe again. Alayne didn’t know if she’d be able to survive another round if Bwoyba wanted one.

“That was, that was…” Alayne was too exhausted and spent to speak. She sheepishly looked up at Bwoyba, feeling his cock still buried in her. She realized what had happened, not really grasping how something like this was even possible.

“Please,” Alayne said. “Let me go.”

Bwoyba sighed and slowly slid off of her. A loud slurp came from her nether regions as he dislodged his beastly cock. It was the first time she saw the vile thing. It looked to be long and thick but with a pudgy almost flattened head. She knew that head flared out when he came, she had felt as much. That whole thing… that disgusting beastly cock had been in her. Fucked her and made her cum, before it came itself way inside her. Defiling her. A shiver went through her.

Bringing her back to reality, Alayne felt some of Bwoyba’s cum start to flow out of her pussy. She hurried out of the room to find a bath in the next-door room. Alayne felt a mix of embarrassment and disgust. Not only had she had sex with a slug monster like Bwoyba, but she loved it. The mere thought of it made her sick. He fucked her so good, it was undeniable.

She could still feel Bwoyba’s cum leaking out of her pussy as she cleaned herself up, still sloshing around in her belly. It was so thick and heavy. Alayne had never been truly fucked like that, never had someone cum in her god and so much. She had even had an orgasm as she felt Bwoyba empty himself inside her!

What kind of woman gets involved sexually in such a way outside their marriage with such a disgusting fat thing?! But the fact remained, Bwoyba had fucked her so good. Fucked her silly. His lubricants had made it wonderful, creating a euphoric sensation as he took Alayne, and his size pressed into all her parts far and wide with ease.

The thought of having to spend a whole night with Bwoyba here, with him fucking her like that, made her shiver. She couldn’t help it. Even if her sensible brain opposed to this, the rest of her yearned and salivated it. It was humiliating how she desired it, but it made her shiver in anticipation and excitement, Alayne knowing she would be unable to escape. She would have to accept him and what he would do.

For now, the warm water was cleaning up the mess, letting her body rest at least for now. Her pussy was sore, but it was the most delicious soreness. She loved it. She hoped it would be enough for him to have her once, but Alayne knew there was a good possibility Bwoyba would take her again tonight. Maybe once wasn’t even enough for her.

When Alayne returned to the bedroom, Bwoyba was sprawled flat across the bed. Alayne sighed, wearing nothing but a small tower that offered her sexy curves little modesty, and walked over to the bed. She slowly sat down beside Bwoyba, who was looking up at her expectantly, and hesitantly leaned over. She looked at Bwoyba’s broad horrifying face and gently rubbed his cheek with her hand. His skin was moist, leathery, and utterly gross. She knew he would take her again, so why not just as well embrace it? He had fucked her so good without even trying, why did it then have to be bad if she tried to relent and give in the pleasure? She was married, but her husband wouldn’t be back for a while… so why not enjoy it? Really, it wasn’t even Alayne’s fault even if she was willing.

Alayne had been so distracted by her own thoughts, that she hadn’t noticed Bwoyba’s large tongue sneak up her thighs. She had just been sitting there next to him, absentmindedly caressing his face, when it started. It licked her inner thigh and Alayn gasped. Bwoyba’s tongue was still slimy, but warm, soft but most importantly so strong.

“Bwoyba… do you have to?” Alayne said but with the faintest of resistances. She knew she wanted it, even if it was due to the intoxicating fluids of Bwoyba. She just couldn’t admit it out loud. That would be too far.

Bwoyba didn’t answer her, he just licked the outer parts of her pussy lips and the inner thighs, teasing and tickling her labia with his almost steamy tongue, making her breath heavy and labored. She knew her arousal was increasing with each breath, and she felt herself succumb to the desire for more. Alayne wanted him, and the more he licked, the more she wanted him to hit home with his tongue. To lick her aching, pulsating pussy.

Electricity shot through Alayne as Bwoyba started to tease and lick her now swollen clit, his wide, broad tongue so easily engulfing all her most sensitive parts. His hand grabbed one of her ankles and dragged her until she was sitting on his face, his tongue striking right into her moist pussy. In this position, Bwoyba no long held back and started to lick Alayne with his tongue, threatening her opening by pressing hard against it.

Alayne was overwhelmed with pleasure, her mind spinning as her clit and entire vulva were engulfed by Bwoyba’s tongue and eager sucking lips, essentially eating her entire pelvis area in one go with his huge mouth. She was too weak and too lost in the pleasure to even attempt to pull away in a play of pretend resistance, nor try to dismount his face. She knew her own desires, and she would let herself succumb to them. Instead of escaping, she was held captive by his tongue, held in place by his arms, trapped in the pleasure Bwoyba’s mouth was inflicting upon her.

She was in heaven, her mind blown as her pussy was licked and almost fucked by Bwoyba’s tongue. He was like a monster, licking and sucking and tasting her pussy like a predator. Her whole pelvis area was soaked in his thick saliva, and her own wetness smeared all over her inner walls and thighs. Alayne felt so filthy, and so out of her mind at the same time.

He then pulled back with his head, lined up her entrance with his tongue, and shoved into her, penetrating her with his tongue. She screamed out in utter pleasure, unable to contain herself. She had never been so thoroughly penetrated with something otherworldly smooth, yet incredibly powerful, detailed, and wonderful. It gave off another level entirely of stimulation compared to anything else before.

The way Bwoyba licked and fucked her pussy with his tongue was relentless, without mercy, and was making her whole body sing with pleasure. Bwoyba grunted satisfyingly as he knew just how much Alayne loved it. He started to swirl his tongue inside Alayne’s pussy, causing her to involuntarily buck and grind her hips against his face, wanting more.

But just as she thought she would explode, Bwoyba pulled back again, his tongue now soaked in not only his thick spit but also her arousal. A loud slick sound emanated from her pussy as his big nasty tongue escaped her. Bwoyba let go of her wrists and she fell off his face and onto her back, with Bwoyba following soon after.

*

James and the other guys he was working with were in the middle of a shootout. How had it come to this? Well, Ginger and Taint had tried to press the wrong nomad ending up with Taint getting shot between his eyes. The nomad fell dead a second later, but sure enough, did he have some friends lurking in the surrounding hills?

Ginger, Mallow, Kohle, and James had fallen behind their vehicle, taking fire from all sides.

“James, we need you to take that ridge there,” Ginger said, pointing at a small rocky shelf to their left. “There’s a path right behind that rock.”

“Why me?” James asked.

“Because I said so. Stop bitching about it, we’ll give you covering fire!” Ginger said, shoving James out into the open.

True to his promise, Ginger and the guys blasted toward the small huts and everywhere around, creating enough of a ruckus for James to bolt over the big orangy rock. And sure enough, there was a path behind it. James hurtled down so as not to be seen by the parallel hillsides and hurried up the small path. Not a moment later did he hear a scream from down in the small valley. He didn’t care to look, he hurried up until he found three huddled, cloaked nomads. Not wanting to alert the ongoing battle, he’d take them out silently. He pulled his knife and snuck up to the middle one.

The nomad grunted as James sunk his knife into his neck. The other two turned abruptly, but James was fast. He shoved his knife into the throat of one and got a chokehold on the other. While the one with a knife in his throat bled out, James snapped the neck of the last one. Ridge taken. James hurried to the edge, to peek down and see if he could pick off the rest of the nomads.

Sure enough, he had a full view of the small valley. No wonder how easy it had been for the nomads to press them back. James looked to see whoever had screamed. No death seemed to have occurred, but Kohle looked like he was clutching his side, struggling.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he would be found so no time to waste. James took out his rifle and picked off the remaining nomads with ease. Sharpshooting was his forte, so it was easy enough to hit each target with precise shots, especially now that he was unpressed.

*

“That’s some nice shooting you got there,” Ginger roared.

It was later that evening. They had taken camp after the shootout. Mallow was taking care of Kohle’s wound, while Ginger was cooking up some world-class MR-Es.

“Thanks,” James snorted. He knew he was good, but didn’t feel like basking. He wanted to get back to Alayne, do some more contracts for Bwoyba, and get the fuck outta here.

“You thinking about her, ain’t ya? The wife?” Ginger said, with a lopsided smile, smearing some cream on a burn wound on his forearm.

“It’s that obvious, huh?” James chuckled. “Yeah, I miss her alright.”

“Don’t worry,” Ginger said, his smile stiffening a little bit. “She’s in gooood hands. She’ll be very content with her stay, I have a feelin’.”

That cheered up James a bit. Sure it was tough to be away from her, but knowing she was well taken care off was good. James kinda started to feel like in another life these guys could make out as good friends.

“Yeah? I’m just worried we’re getting thrown to… what was it? The Anora’s Nest?”

Ginger chuckled in response, nodding affirmatively. “What is that anyway? Some kinda spiderweb you throw people you don’t like in?” James asked.

“Oh? You haven’t heard of it?” Ginger said in slight disbelief.

“Of course, but I’ve only heard it in passing. Never really figured out what it actually was.”

“It’s located out in the nearby asteroid fields… Let’s say, you should take yourself and that wife of yours up there to visit one day. I’ve heard people scarce wanna leave once they sat a foot there.”

“Really?” James pried, his interest peaking. The others grinned and nodded. “Maybe I should.”

*

“Oh my fucking god! You’re so fucking big, master!” Alayne moaned as Bwoyba’s thick cock sunk into her velvety pussy over and over. Her walls were like silk around his girth, crushing his shaft with her tightness. “Thank you for- ugh- defiling your slave! Oh fuck!”

“Alayne knows her place, now! My little slave!”

Bwoyba hilted inside of her, but Alayne was by now more than ready for Bwoyba’s fucking. She loved feeling the fat flared head of Bwoyba’s cock lodge itself inside of her. The sensation was enough to send Alayne into a fit of lustful moans.

Alayne had a hard time processing all the sensations. It was just too much, it was overwhelming. She was just forced to take it all. Bwoyba was just so big and nasty, it felt so amazing. She needed to be fucked by this big, disgusting monster of a slug. She needed his beastly cock to stretch her open over and over and stuff her full. She couldn’t think anymore, she had to surrender to the unrelenting Bwoyba.

“Fuck me! Come on, master, fuck me!” Alayne found herself pleading this monster, the words rolling off her tongue as if they had always been there. And Bwoyba was happy to oblige, loud squelching sending their mutual fluids all over in huge droplets.

“Good slave! Gooood slave! You like being my little slave, Alayne?!” Bwoyba asked while panting frantically.

“YES! I’m your slave! Please! Show me! UGH-UGH! SHOW ME!” Alayne screamed, relenting to the overwhelming magnitude of Bwoyba’s fierce lust.

She had no idea how he was able to ravage her so, as immobile as he seemed. He certainly was mobile once he got on top of her though. Bwoyba started to pull out, only to thrust forward, the large flare of his cock head catching against Alayne’s cervix, knocking the wind out of her. Alayne screamed and grunted in pain and pleasure. She knew she had to be sore the next day, but she loved the brutal unrelenting force she was being taken with. It was almost as if he was going to destroy her from the inside out. It was too much, too much pleasure. It felt like he was splitting her in half, and it felt so good.

She could even feel his precum drip viciously from her pussy as he took her, just like last time. He was producing so much and it became intoxicating for her to feel how their mutual arousal made her legs crease with their fluids, creating a sticky sheen around her pussy as he kept hammering at her.

“Oh my god! Oh fuck! Your cock! Your cock is so fucking big, master! I’m so wet I can’t believe it! Shit!” Alayne almost screamed through gritted teeth as he thrust into her again, his fat cock pushing her open and feeling him rub against her cervix over and over.

“Bwoyba like himself a good slave,” Bwoyba rumbled. “Are you my little good slave?”

“Fuck yeah, master! Ugh, agh, ah-ah. Fuck me! So good, master!”

Bwoyba increased his pace and started pistoning his overwhelming cock in and out of Alayne, her entire body jolting with each thrust. He fucked her like that for a long time, and every minute of it felt heavenly. Bwoyba grunted and panted, slimy sweat dripping down his forehead. Alayne knew what was coming, she knew he was close. She felt it herself too, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“I-I’m g-gonna cummm! Fuhck, I’m gonna cum, B-Bwoybaaa! So big, so fucking big! I l-love it! I love it so much! FUCK!” Alayne groaned and yelled as her orgasm gripped her, ripping through her hard as she felt Bwoyba swell and throb as he hammer into her. “I love it so fucking much! Your cock is so big!”

His precum was oozing from his cock, flooding her and spilling out of her pussy, mixing wit her own juices running down her legs. Bwoybba kept thrusting and thrusting into her, splashing and gushing wetness all over. His cock throbbing and pulsating ominously as he didn’t let up the tempo one bit.

“Do it, Bwoyba,” Alayne pleaded. “Cum inside me!”

Bwoyba growled, thrusting erratically as her pussy squeezed Bwoyba’s cock, trying to milk his cock. He grunted and his body suddenly grew tense as his cock pulsated more and more, threatening to explode inside her at any moment. His cock swelled, and Alayne felt his cum blast into her, coating her insides in white goo, gushin inside her body, even stretching her. Bwoyba heaved for air, shoving his meat inside of Alayne without care. She loved it, being taken for his pleasure. Being just something for Bwoyba to get his fix from. It gave her this weird, sick twisted pleasure from being treated like a toy for his pleasure, reaping the benefits in the meanwhile.

*

James and his wife stood before Bwoyba, who sat on his little podium in the main room of his lair. Oddly enough, Alayne needed to support herself on James, standing on wobbly legs. The fuck was this? He had been the one on mission, after all. James thought perhaps Alayne had been forced to dance around or something. Dancing was tedious, but come on now.

It was a few days after the little shootout in the canyons with the nomads. When James returned Ginger had gone to brief whoever that needed briefing, and James had met up with his wife. She had looked a bit shambled, but back in her usual uniform after all when he arrived. After a short hello, they had been brought before Bwoyba.

What James didn’t like was how everyone looked at him like there was some joke he wasn’t in on, but everyone else was. It was like they snickered once they thought he wouldn’t notice. One patron even slapped him on his back and congratulated James on the mission, while almost laughing in his face. What were these guys on about?

“You two do great!” Bwoyba bellowed, one of his famous evil smiles plastered across his broad fat face.

“I declare you both debt free! And bid you welcome back if you should ever need… a safe haven!”

James and Alayne quickly bid their thanks and fucked off. There was no need to linger, so they hurried to their ship. Places to be, people to meet.

“Debt free? Safe haven? Jesus, Bwoyba must really not like those nomads!” James said as they booted up their ship.

“Heh yeah… something like that… let's just… get outta here and never come back, right?” Alayne said, sounding utterly exhausted. Had she been sleeping at all? Poor thing, they probably had her lay on that podium all night and all day with little rest.

James shrugged his shoulders. He kinda liked it here. Sure, they had a bit more of a promiscuous culture, but what harm was there in that? But wifes’ word was law, so oh well.

“Where to next?” Alayne asked.

“Well, your sister and my mother is waiting… but I also got word on this asteroid field where couples should go,” James said.

“Yeah?” Alayne said, sounding a bit wary. “Shouldn’t we pick the guys up?”

“We can pick ‘em up on the way. What do you say? Take small detour and see what the fuss is about?”