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This is a work of adult science-fiction/fantasy. If this type of fiction is not for you, then I bid you adieu. Constructive comments and feedback are welcome, haters are not.
Disclaimer:
All characters are 18 or older. All sexual acts are consensual.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Part I: Resh on Dak’l-6
Resh Skydreamer was on her knees, the hot desert sand burning her skin, sucking the cock of an enemy soldier. She felt the hard, tiny black peddles and sand of Dak’l-6 digging into her flesh, her pantaloons pushed above her knees. She knew not why she was here nor why she was blowing a random enemy soldier.
“Flynn, is that you?” Resh looked into the helmeted face of the enemy soldier. She only heard grunts of pleasure emit from his voice box. She looked at his cock. It was pale. Couldn’t be Flynn’s.
Resh resumed her cock-sucking.
She continued blowing the soldier passionately, her hands gripping his armored hips. The soldier’s transportation-droid and another soldier waited in the wings between two unmarked buildings. A communication-droid emitted a series of beeps in the distance. An Fx-fighter’s loud engine roared overhead.
Although her saber dangled from its holster and she could see the soldier loosely holding his blaster aimed at the dirt, she had no motivation to end this degradation. She knew she could stop and easily take this soldier out, but she had zero desire to do so.
Sucking the enemy was not a part of the life of a Jokun, but it met a deep sexual need she never knew she had…until now. And she needed it. Badly.
She quickened her pace and felt the soldier’s cock reach maximum hardness; his moans increased and he bucked his hips forward and back, driving his pelvis into her mouth with each thrust. Her slurping and the slapping sounds of his balls against her chin echoed off the alleyway walls. He grabbed the back of her head and forced it to the root. Resh felt the soldier’s heavy balls ready to explode.
He continued aggressively fucking Resh’s mouth, anticipating his cock’s release. Resh secretly enjoyed choking on this stranger’s dick. She kept up her furious cock-sucking and he kept slamming her head into his groin.
“Uuunnhh!” the soldier groaned in ecstasy.
Resh felt thick ropes of semen splash against the back of her throat. The blast stung her, but his thick sperm tasted delicious, like pancake batter. She had no other thought than to swallow the soldier’s load. Resh closed her lips and gulped.
Resh’s pussy tingled; she thought she would get a fucking (it had been so long!). Instead, she saw the soldier casually point his blaster at her face and say, “I’ll take that,” pointing at her saber with his free hand.
Resh’s fingers caressed her chin, cleaning off the soldier’s excess cum, which dangled from her dusty face and hair. She had her hair away from her face in its usual three-knob style. She looked into the soldier’s helmeted face and willingly handed him her saber. She just betrayed her Jokun oath, but she was too preoccupied to care. She was relishing the taste and feel of a man’s cum sliding down her throat. This was the first time the young Jokun had swallowed a man’s sperm.
“Where are we going?” she asked. The soldier grabbed her wrist and hauled her to the nearby enemy compound.
The soldier handed Resh to Keller Ren.
“Ben! Why are you dressed as Keller, and you’re alive?!” cried Resh.
“Call me Ren,” the now traitorous Jokun said.
An enemy officer standing nearby told Ren that the freighter was ready to take the prisoner to Taatla.
“Taatla? Why are you taking me there?” asked Resh.
Neither Ren nor the officer answered her.
The young Jokun felt confused and betrayed and did not understand what was happening. She was bewildered by Ben Sol’s betrayal. He had forsaken evil, she thought.
Resh stood atop the hover freighter–her small breasts exposed, after having had her cloak ripped from her shoulders–apparently headed for the nearest spaceport. Another smaller freighter appeared in the distance. As it drew near, Resh saw a familiar face.
“Jess Paav,” said Resh, watching one of the Revlen’s best fighter pilots hauled from the small freighter, hands bound and topless as well.
Jess’s breasts–her nipples hard even in the blast-furnace heat of the desert–jiggled with the soldier’s jostling. Small-breasted Resh envied Jess’s more buxom chest.
Resh and Jess made small talk, the bound and topless women questioned their plight and the reason they were being taken to another hot, dusty planet in a neighboring star system.
“You deserved the golden chalice,” Resh said to Jess, thinking of the pilot’s heroic work at the Battle of Gaamash. Resh was mad that Jess had not been adequately rewarded.
“Thanks,” the female pilot said. “It was fun. I like danger. I don’t fight for reward, well not that kind… so, I’ve been wondering, did Ren–”
“Ben,” Resh interrupted. She called her former love interest by his surname, Ben, not the name given him by the enemy. Keller Ren was not the man Resh knew and loved.
“Sorry. –Ben,” said Jess. “Did he ever make love to you?”
“No,” said Resh. A tear escaped from the Jokun’s left eye. “He healed me and I thought he died, but he is back as Keller Ren. I don’t understand.” Resh cried in earnest.
Jess wanted to hug her but couldn’t. The two were bound and several feet apart.
The noise of the freighter increased to a near deafening level as the rust-covered hovercraft chugged its way to the spaceport.
Resh felt the tip of a blaster poke her back. She ignored it. She watched the soldier behind Jess rub his armored crotch, his helmeted face leering at the captured Jokun Knight. Resh thought about using her powers to escape; however, she had a feeling the time wasn’t right.
The freighter pilot shifted the engines’ gears and the flying rustbucket whined in protest. Four armed Gamorothian soldiers stood watch along with Keller Ren, three enemy soldiers of the Daack, and a high-ranking officer. Resh figured one versus ten, plus a hostage, was not a challenge she wanted to take on just yet.
At the spaceport, Gamorothian soldiers hauled the two young women into an interrogation room. General Tarkeen entered the room with a small detachment of soldiers.
“How’d you escape the central battle station?” Resh asked the aged general.
He did not answer her; instead, he peppered the women with questions for which they had no answers. Something about a chip and the droid that was specifically designed to read it.
“Let us go!” cried Jess. Her cry of protest had no effect.
A few minutes later, Jess, changed her tone and offered a flirtatious gesture. “I can do things for you, you know?” she said with a wink and a smile. Resh couldn’t believe what she was hearing from a hero of the Revlen.
“I have droids for that,” said the unimpressed general. “You have been summoned to Kingpin’s palace. There you will meet your fate,” General Tarkeen said to the half-naked women.
“Do we get a last request?” said Jess, her doe eyes inviting a response in the affirmative.
“No,” said the general.
“You can stay and watch,” said Jess.
“What are you doing?” asked Resh.
“I’m sure your loyal bodyguards would get a thrill, General,” Jess said in an evocative tone. “They work so hard protecting you and all.”
Resh looked at Jess and whispered, “You are such a slut,” not judging with the same harshness her own fellatio of an enemy soldier only a hot minute earlier.
“No, and that’s final,” said General Tarkeen.
“General,” yelled the freighter pilot, “we’re only ten kilometers from the spaceport.”
“Excellent,” said Tarkeen.
Resh and Jess looked at each other with uncertainty.
To be continued…