"You're very lovely when you come," he said, grinning, "I'll bet you're really popular at home. You enjoy fucking a little too much to be new at it."
Aurora groaned softly. "I want to suck your cock, please," she whispered,
"you're driving me crazy looking at me and not touching me." She stiffened and moaned. "I need to be fucked. Badly."
He laughed. "You're a little whore, aren't you?"
She shook her head. "No. But I still need to be fucked."
He laughed, and began to unfasten his pants. "Suck me then, my lady. But be sure you do it well, or I may have to punish you."
She opened her mouth, licking her lips as one head bobbed over her huge, quivering tits, and the other between her legs. He pulled out a thick, dark shaft, damp already, and hard as a rock, and shoved it into her mouth.
Moaning, she immediately set to work, licking, sucking and pulling on him with her mouth and teeth. She sucked as hard as she could, and he groaned loudly, beginning to piston himself in and out of her hot mouth. She pulled him in deeper with each thrust, grunting a bit, looking up at him, watching the expression on his face and smiling when she could. As he pulled out, she smiled and whispered, "I like that. Are you going to come in my mouth, or my pussy?"
He laughed, grabbed his compatriots, pulled them off her, and grabbed her.
Pulling her with him, he rolled onto his back, crushed her to his chest, and said,
"you're going to get all three of us at the same time, lady."
He grabbed her hips, and thrust himself inside her, relishing her startled gasp, which faded into a low moan.
She felt herself pulled up, and something pushing between her buttocks.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the third man straddling the two of them, grunting as he pushed his own longer cock into her ass, causing her to groan at the sensation.
"Oh gods," she whispered. "I'm so full." She slumped forward a bit, looking into the face of the leader. He grunted, beginning to pump, as the man behind also began thrusting.
She shuddered again, feeling the sensations of pounding, thrusting shafts pistoning in and out of her body, her breasts swinging and quivering, rubbing erotically against the tunic of the man beneath her.
Her head thrust back, and her lips fell open, only to receive a thick, pulsating shaft, salty and slick, tasting vaguely of her own juices. She opened her eyes slightly to see the giant, kneeling to one side of them, holding his member in one hand, hips working to plunge it in and out of her mouth.
Moaning loudly, she sucked him, enjoying the groan of satisfaction that came from him.
The three of them slammed into her, harder and faster, until, one by one, they came in loud yells and groans of pleasure.
Aurora sucked every last bit of come from the giant, and suckled him until he was so dry he had to pull himself away, accompanied by a sad little moan from her. She licked her lips slowly and smiled.
The third man pulled himself out just in time to cover her round, soft backside with hot white come, rubbing it into her skin with his cock as she moaned softly, wiggling her butt.
The leader slammed her so hard and went so deep that she cried out when he did, squeezing him tightly with her body until every last bit of liquid was milked from his softening shaft, still trapped deep inside her pussy.
She collapsed atop him, moaning softly.
After a while, he chuckled.
"Damn. That was worth it, I think," he muttered. "Though I don't think I want to let you go, just yet."
He rolled her off him, and withdrew. She looked up at him, weak and still panting slightly. "Oh?"
He grinned. "You're a pretty good little fuck, lady. I think we'll keep you around for a while."
Aurora blinked. "As a prisoner?"
He grinned and nodded. "Yup. If your employer takes advantage of these skills, I'd think he'd pay a bit to get you back, don't you think?"
Aurora moaned softly and nodded. "He would. I hope."
The leader ordered his clothes and stood up. "Tie her up, then. Make sure she can't get away." He picked up what was left of her dress and tossed it into the fire as the giant secured a rope around her wrists and bound her ankles.
The big guy grinned at her. "You suck nice, lady," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Real good."
Aurora smiled and flushed. She couldn't help it, she liked compliments. "Thank you."
BEHIND ENEMY LINES
Warmth trickled down over her nose, her cheeks, her icy, numbed lips, her aching forehead.
Salt liquid touched her tongue and she groaned.
Blood.
She opened her eyes slowly … gray … misty gray…
She groaned again, blinking, trying to move. Pain shot through her shoulders and she remembered the harness restraining her.
Light began to seep through the gray and she felt a faint stab of relief, blinking harder.
Ancestors … I'm alive. Thank the Ancestors, I'm alive.
After that crash, Talara knew she was lucky.
Colors began to make their presence known and she shifted a bit, checking her slowly awakening body, hoping everything was still intact.
Her vision swam slowly into focus and she drew in a deep, grateful breath of crisp, clean, cool air. She could make out the instrument panel of her fighter, the lights flashing red and blue and green in her eyes. She reached up, watching her red and black sheathed arm rise in front of her, to brush at the source of the blood still trickling down her cheek and into her mouth. A sharp pain assailed her as she touched the hairline of her scalp and she winced, pulling the flight-helmet off her head.
"Medic…" she groaned, her voice rough, "physical assessment."
She slowly dropped the helmet on the floor of the cockpit by her feet and popped the restraints binding her into the form-fitting pilot's couch. As far as she could tell, she wasn't badly hurt.
"Commander Ransom, you have a minor abrasion on your right temple, accompanied by light bruising. Other than minor bruising, no other injuries have been detected."
"So my brain is alright? Why did I have trouble getting my sight back?"
"Crash chemical sedation, released into the cockpit upon impending impact, to reduce the amount of injuries to the pilot," the computer replied. "A common side effect is temporary blindness."
Talara grumbled under her breath. "Okay. I think I recall something about that."
She looked up, through the transparent cockpit canopy.
Outside the ship, it was green, leafy, foresty.
"Where the hell am I?" she muttered.
"Aquila," the computer said. "Eliynar Forest."
She sighed. "Aquila. Damn. I was hoping we'd at least made it into hyperspace before I lost consciousness."
She rubbed her forehead, opening the emergency medical compartment and withdrawing healing compounds and compresses.
"Are the Rysusi still in orbit?"
"No," the computer said. "Current data suggests they entered Jump space approximately fifty-two minutes prior to your awakening, Commander."
"How about the Directorate?" she said, applying the healing compound to her head.
"No. They entered hyperspace at approximately the same time."
"They think I'm dead, don't they?"
"I cannot answer that, Commander."
She snorted, pressing an elastic compress on the lesion and opening a packet of antiseptic cleaning pads. "Probably best. For me, anyway. For now. I'd not want to run across a Rysusi search party or something."
Flipping out a small metal mirror, Talara cleaned up the blood on her face and examined her handiwork, adjusting the compress slightly. All things considered, she thought she looked rather well. There was only a little blood matting her silvery-black hematite colored hair and she smiled.