Interstellar bounty hunters Captain Kara Slade, Lieutenant Rena Vandersall and Corporal Ashley Bennett are in big trouble. They've underestimated their latest contract, an evil shapeshifting supersoldier with a penchant for mind warping and tentacle probing. On the verge of being completely dominated, Kara, Rena and Ashley must fight to keep their starship from being commandeered and their bodies from being ravished by this incredibly powerful,...
Interstellar bounty hunters Captain Kara Slade, Lieutenant Rena Vandersall and Corporal Ashley Bennett are in big trouble. They've underestimated their latest contract, an evil shapeshifting supersoldier with a penchant for mind warping and tentacle probing. On the verge of being completely dominated, Kara, Rena and Ashley must fight to keep their starship from being commandeered and their bodies from being ravished by this incredibly powerful, insatiably horny adversary.
EXCERPT: I nod blearily, my gaze fixed on his big blue cock. It’s beckoning me; I can hear it calling out to me in my mind, can’t take my eyes off it. My heart is pounding, racing. Faster, faster. Sweat is pouring down my face, my breasts, my whole body. Somewhere in the back of my head, beneath all that burning hot desire that’s rapidly consuming me, I’m thinking that he hasn’t won yet. Telling myself that there’s hope still, that I can turn the tide.
I won’t end up like Rena and Ashley. Won’t fall under his spell. Won’t let him dominate my mind. No, I’m stronger than them. Stronger than anyone. I’m the best bounty hunter in the galaxy, I’m—
Logan sits up, clasps his hands and gives me a look that makes me tremble all over. “Time to stop playing and start getting serious, you little slut. Time to get rid of those troublesome, troublesome panties.”
Words tumble out of my mouth urgently, fervently, before I even realize that my lips are moving. “Yes. Yes, take them off, Logan. Have your fucking way with me. I give up. I surrender. I’m yours.”
I’m babbling, barely coherent. I can barely hear myself, at any rate, over Rena and Ashley’s own sex-crazed pleas, their sighs and squeals and frenzied screams for more, more, more! as a dozen or so tentacles violate their tight little holes mercilessly.
“Yes, fuck them, Logan,” I babble on, as my will flickers and fades like a candle flame being blown out. “And then fuck me too. You have to. I’m a slut. Your slut. Yours do with as you please.”
“That you are, Captain Slade. That you are,” Logan chuckles. “Although…” He frowns, as he directs an idle tentacle to enter Ashley’s mouth so she can suck it like a cock. “…I’m still sensing some resistance from you. A spark, an ember. But I could be mistaken. I mean, you’re so wet I honestly don’t believe you’d leave this room if I let you.”
He’s right. God help me, I’ve never felt so horny in my whole life. I can’t fight him anymore, don’t want to anymore. All I want to do is come, to be fucked fast and hard by something. Anything.
As if by providence, another tentacle snakes forward, and in a blink my panties are gone.
“Yes, fuck me,” I moan, the last walls of my resistance crumbling as my thighs part and I raise my hips and present my pussy to him. “Use my pussy, Logan… give it to me, please!” I’m begging him now, truly begging. Screaming, sobbing, writhing in a pool of my own sweat and juices. “You, you’re the hunter now! I’m the prey! I’m all yours, ohgodohplease fuckmefuckmefuckme!”
“My dear Captain,” Logan says calmly, as a tentacle coils itself around my waist and lifts me off the floor towards him, “you and your subordinates were the prey from the start, from moment you took this contract. You fared slightly better than the bounty hunters before you, but you never stood a chance in hell against me. Remember, I was designed by Project Asmodeus to be a perfect weapon. I can attack you physically, mentally and sexually. I’m the ultimate predator.”
Yes, that’s right. That’s exactly what he is. I nod my head rapidly, desperate to agree with whatever he says, to stoke his ego, as long as he gives me what I want and need and gives it to me good. Me, right now, I’m the ultimate servant. The ultimate sex slave. His dirty, dirty little space slut. Can’t see myself any other way through the haze of burning hot desire and pure pleasure that’s coursing through me, that’s wracking my every nerve ending and making the world spin.
I tell him that, gasp it at him with my legs spread wide for him. Logan grins, directs the tentacle that’s coiled around my waist to nestle itself between my loins. It obeys at once, teasing my pussy first, then slithering over my labia and flicking my swollen clit repeatedly, relentlessly. I gasp again, my body bracing itself for the inevitable orgasm, my juices streaming down my thighs and dripping all over the cold carbonite floor.
Arianna Moon writes romantic and erotic fiction, and has a lot of fun doing it. She writes whatever turns her on, often drawing on her own raunchy real-life experiences. When she's not at home putting her lurid thoughts to paper, she can probably be spotted at the beach working on her tan or riding the waves.