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CHUCK NORRIS: Fanfiction NC-17

The bear stood to her full 11’2, roared, and spread her arms, aiming to catch him in bonebreaking, flesh-rending hug while her jaws took the top of his skull off.

This was not Chuck Norris’ first shindig.

He parried one paw upwards as he ducked under it, jumping up and catching her hard on the ear with the knife-hard edge of his hand.

She immediately turned and flung him backhanded, where he hit a glancing blow to a tree. He rolled when he hit, and landed two paces back from her second attempt at the death-hug, ready and on guard.

The blow to the ear had made her wary, and she stood back for a second, trying to size him up. Her cub watched from the tree it had climbed seeking safety- and a good viewpoint to watch the mauling it was sure was coming to this human. She was an especially ornery and tough-looking Kodiak, and Chuck was sure that this wasn’t her first shindig, either.

She feinted with her right, but the hesitation gave Chuck more than enough of an opening; he lept up, blocking as he put one foot into her belly, hard enough to double her halfway over even through the fat, and spinning to catch her with the other heel, on the same side of the head where the ear blow had struck.

She fell sideways, catching herself on all fours- before she had a chance to balance herself, Chuck flew shoulder-first into her ribs, rebounded, caught the paw she had flung out to stop him, and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her solidly into the tree he had hit.

He grabbed the coiled rope from his belt and lept onto her back before she could get up.

He deftly caught her right paw in a loop of rope, pulled it behind her back and hitched it to the left, then he stood up and heaved with his legs, pulling them together against her massive strength.

She bellowed defiantly. Chuck slipped a loop between her jaws and hitched it behind her to the rope between her paws, pulling her arms up and her head back. He wrapped the rope around her arms up to her elbows, pulling them tight behind her. She roared her contempt for him as he wrapped the rope around her hind leg, spread it back and hitched it tightly to the other one behind her.

Chuck removed his pants and mounted her in one swift motion, his member immediately swelling to the hardness of his fists with practiced control.

She roared in protest as his first thrust punched through her, stretching her walls beyond even what childbirth had demanded of her. He slapped her- “What was that, bitch?”

She roared again; he slapped her, she kept roaring- he twisted her nipple hard and it turned into a bellow of pain. She roared as loud as she thought she could, but when Chuck Norris twisted her nipple effortlessly to the point just short of tearing it off, the sound that she let out echoed through the woods and startled all game for a mile.

Cowed for the moment, she was quiet but for a soft panting in time with Chuck’s powerful movements.

“Oh, now you’re likin’ it, huh? Show a bitch who’s boss for a moment and you realize it ain’t that bad! Well brace yourself, baby, ’cause we’re just getting started!”

He pulled out and repositioned himself at her anus. She made a questioning noise- he twisted again, this time on her clitoris. He drew the moan of pain out for as long as she could go before taking a breath.

“I’m leading, bitch! Do you hear me?! Not a fucking word!”

Then he plunged his arm elbow-deep into her womb and his cock balls-deep into her south end business district.

Both passages stretched to their limit, but Chuck’s powerful arm and cock, steeled by more kegels than this bear had eaten berries in her life, plowed in and out as though to punch a new hole with each thrust.

The strength of his battering on her pelvis moved her entire body against the ground like a wave. She moaned now in open pleasure, and Chuck reveled in her helplessness.

Chuck glanced back at the cub still watching from the tree. He was unable to read its expression, but he hoped it was shock. He hoped that this experience would shape its sexual world forever.

“Look at your big strong mama now, squirt! Tongue hangin’ out while she begs me for more! Rivers of drool coming from her hungry cunt!” He spat into her mouth. “And that’s not the last she’s getting in there!”

“Whether she’s a lover or whether she’s your mother know I’m/ Doin’ your mom Doin’ your mom/ Inner pussy breakin’ and all her body’s shaking yeah/ Doin’ your mom Doin’ your mom/ Aah, ah, ah, ahh/ Doin’ your mom Doin’ your mom/ Aah, ah, ah, ahh/ Doin’ your mooo-oo-oooo-oo-oooo-oo-o-o-o-om” [to tune of “Stayin’ Alive”]

On the drawn-out note, he again twisted he clitoris violently, wrenching a duet of pain from her, delivering a stinging slap and punching his fist back into her womb as the note ended. He pulled out and struck her across the face with his cock, with as much force as a mortal man could muster if he slapped her with all his might.

“One more thing, bitch”, and he ran two steps up the side of the tree her cub clung to, grabbed the branch beneath it, and swung himself over it, scooping up the cub under one arm and dropping smoothly back down to the ground.

She roared in fear, and frustration at neither having her own orgasm nor feeling his within her. Her womb had been spurned, and her child was being handled! She strained against the ropes holding her with all her might.

Chuck laughed at her as he spread the bleating cub’s legs. Thankfully it was a girl, but it wouldn’t have mattered either way; this act of sadistic dominance was for the mother’s benefit, and she protested beautifully. His organ grew even larger in anticipation- the cub was somewhere closer to leaving home than to babyhood, but still clearly twice as tight as her mother.

“I figured it was no fair to make her watch you get fucked the whole time”, he said with a grin as the mother bellowed. “Let’s hope none of her mates are too concerned about her purity!” and he plunged into her as far and fast as he could short of tearing her- but just short.

The two of them roared together pitifully in pain and concern, and struggled in his arms and the ropes alike. He came into her explosively, thrusting a few more powerful times to milk every last drop from himself. Cum spilled out around his cock, and gushed when he pulled out.

One final humiliation. He wrestled her over her mother’s mouth and spread the jaws; the mother caught the scent and lapped it from her daughter, desperate for any share of the seed that she could get. “Clean out your little bitch, cumslut!  Show me how much you want it, maybe I’ll put some in you next time!”

He pulled the cub off and slapped her twice across the face with his cock, knocking her sideways. Then he dealt another to the mother and untied the two knots that held her.

She got up slowly, as though she couldn’t believe he had let her go, then ran as fast as she could with her cub in tow, lashes from the rope landing on both of them as they went.

Chuck Norris gave a satisfied sigh. Then he turned to the camera;

“To all those ladies out there wanting to get with the Chuck: Sorry, you aren’t nearly exciting enough for me.

But to all the guys out there: You could be those ladies’ next best thing- with Old Spice!”

Do-do Do-do-do Do-doo-do

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Posted by on February 27, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Schlock Mercenary/Firefly: The Price of Freedom Final (Night 6/7)

contains: lesbian, futanari, group, crossover

characters: Jevee Ceeta, Breya Andreysan, Kaylee Frye, Inara Serra, Edward Bunnigus

BONUS! unrelated Firefly rule 34.

Night 6

“If you lose”, Breya whispered in her ear, “I plan on making up the loss by whoring you out at our next stop.” The stakes were set at 500 kilocred even from the captain and second officer (in this case, Breya) of each ship, not counting any side bets that may have been made. She steeled herself, and planned not to lose. The contest was held in the mess of the Toughs’ ship, with both crews present. She knelt , on all fours, opposite her opponent, a somewhat short, unassuming woman with light brown hair which she wore in a practical bun, but let down, as Ceeta had done with hers, before kneeling. She wore no makeup. Her teammate was a wavy-haired brunette with fashionable amounts a lipstick and eyeshadow, a figure that showed she cared for it, and a cock of middling length sticking stiffly out. She positioned her self behind Ceeta and set her cock between her buttocks. Ceeta’s teammate, Dr. Bunnigus, positioned herself likewise behind the other. Her hair, too, was undone, and her huge breasts and impressive eight-inch cock, gracefully curved, bounced with each step.

“BANG!” went the starting gun, and Bunnigus and her opponent plunged into them. A small gasp escaped Ceeta’s opposite number for that first thrust, and she smiled. First point to our team. Instead of thrusting forwards from behind, like Bunnigus, Ceeta’s partner bent over and thrust from behind and slightly above. It took her a few thrusts before she got the right angle. Ceeta gasped as the next thrust went right across her G-spot. Then the next thrust, and the next, and pleasure began to build up inside her…

Inara heard the gasp from the purple woman below her, and kept her thrusts fixed on that angle, thankful that her anatomy was identical to a pure human’s in that area. Now that she had her thrusting at the right angle, she could garnish it- she leaned down and touched the woman’s ear with just the tip of her tongue, then grabbed the purple breasts and squeezed them roughly. She had no time to make this a gentle, drawn-out orgasm for her opponent; thrusting in this way was tiring and might give her cramps if kept up too long, and Kaylee looked about ready to burst

Kaylee whimpered slightly. Her current pleasure was defocusing her, sharpening her physical senses while disorienting her conscious mind so much so that she had to remind herself that this was a contest, and that if she reached back and played with her clit they might very well lose. Look at my breasts… she thought, swinging back and forth like that… Fuck, her cock is so BIG! It went deeper into her than anything she had tried yet, and she couldn’t help clinging to it as it went out… Small noises came from her and her pussy with each thrust… She looked at the purple woman opposite her; her face was set in grim determination, eyes closed tightly, mouth a tight line, though trembling not insignificantly under Inara’s skill. Kaylee imagined what her own face must look like: mouth hanging open slightly, eyelids drooping a hair, glazed eyes, all facial muscles slightly relaxed. Fuck, now her partner was grabbing her hair, pulling her head back; her jaw opened even wider, and her whimperings grew louder… She clamped down on the cock, almost ready to orgasm

Dr. Bunnigus ground her teeth and thrust faster. This girl was really tight on her cock, and kept making such cute little noises. She was almost ready to cum… She looked at her opponent, playing Ceeta like an instrument… She didn’t show any signs that she was cumming soon. She had to make this girl cum before Ceeta, or they lost the contest. In desperation, she grabbed at the girl’s hair and pulled, trying to make her cum faster by adding pain to pleasure, but she just started making even louder noises, and her tight pussy clamped down on her cock again- Aargh! Defeated, she pulled out and splashed onto the floor.

Kaylee was surprised that her opponent pulled out just then, and slightly disappointed. The rational parts of her just managed to clamp down on her orgasm before it went off. Inara saw her pull out, and felt a flash of triumph that now, they had certainly won. Ceeta felt a brief shock of dismay- just a split-second- and then her own orgasm exploded and she collapsed to the floor, beaten. Inara paused to jerk off on her face before returning to her own crew. Kaylee tried for about five seconds and found that her orgasm had already retreated- and did so even further when she remembered all the people watching. Ceeta’s only thought was: Fuck.

Night 7

The man thrust into Ceeta’s well-lubed ass again and again, while she moaned and played her part. “Ahh fuck yeah, yes, keep… on… Stretch me out and use me! Yeah, keep that up…” Breya was not physically present in the room, but Ceeta knew that she was watching anyway, and getting off on it. She knew because Breya had told her so herself. This was her third customer of the day, representing her 600-kilocred-remaining mark. Fuck. At least after she earned all the money back, and more, for Breya, she was out of here. Free.

The next week they sold her into slavery on an alien planet currently engaged in civil war, to the obvious losing side. Fuck.

 

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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (drabbles)

contains: lesbian, straight, futa, bukkake

characters: Jevee Ceeta, Edward Bunnigus, Breya Andreysan

Night 3

Warm cum jetted from the cock in front of her, laying a line of semen from the back of her tongue to her chin. The taste was now familiar, but not necessarily pleasant. The next one shot a glob neatly across the bridge of her nose, then onto her forehead. She kept her mouth submissively open, inviting more cum into it. She bared her body to the rain of cum. Warm splashes landed on her breasts, around her cunt, and ran down her face into her eyes. The men cheered as she licked their cum off her body, swallowing it.

Night 4 (1/2)

She wrapped her hand around the dark skin and pulled it down, exposing the head, then back up, and down again at three steady strokes a second. Bunnigus squirmed, toes curling, trying to make her stroke faster. Ceeta continued, gradually bringing her there. A male scent tickled her nostrils. Bunnigus pulled her closer, and she touched her tongue to the side of the head, pulling the foreskin over them both with her upstrokes. Bunnigus’ load jetted straight up from the enormous cock, coming down onto Ceeta’s face. Her tongue still under the foreskin, she and sucked out what more was left.

Night 4 (2/2)

Her purple breasts pressed against the huge dark ones above her, the combined bosoms pressed forward almost enough to smother her. The soft female flesh rippled with each heavy thrust rocking their bodies. It smelled as distinctly feminine as the penis inside her had smelt masculine. The doctor gripped her shoulders like a chin-up bar, and Ceeta wrapped legs around her, resting her feet above round, muscular buttocks, adding her own strength to the powerful thrusts into her ass. Ceeta’s muscles tightly gripped her lover, thrusting all the stronger to widen her tightness. Bunnigus tensed, and found relief inside her.

Night 5

Breya Andreysan definitely had a fetish for this. Ceeta’s face ran slick with her juices, and her mouth was full of the taste. She had a unique view of Breya, standing directly above her face and fucking herself with a dildo, letting her fluid fall freely down. Ceeta lay on the floor, legs spread wide and finger-fucking herself for Breya’s enjoyment. Her hair was undone, and now slick. She still wore her robe-like prisoners’ garment, and Breya had simply unzipped her jumpsuit. She fondled a breast and waited, mouth open, for Breya to cum and sate her fetish another night.

 
 

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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (Night 2)

Series: Schlock Mercenary

Characters: “Elf” Foxworthy, Breya Andreysan, Michelle Diego-Garcia, Jevee Ceeta

Contains: femslash, lesbian gangbang

Rating: NC-17

This was an opportunity that was not to be missed… an opportunity to take the woman who had betrayed them all at Zoojack… and degrade her completely. The room had been outfitted with… a variety of equipment, freshly fabbed for the occasion. ‘Chelle had brought an enormous dildo, hoping to sodomize her with it. Elf had even gotten a new pair of legs for the occasion. The terapedo appeared out of thin air, the object of their sadistic lust in tow. Jevee Ceeta wore a blindfold, a pair of sound-distorting earplugs, and now a gag. She was otherwise completely naked, purple nipples perking in the air.

Elf stepped forward, mouth dry, and locked a pair of handcuffs around Ceeta’s wrists, behind her back. She reached out, and spanked her once experimentally. Ceeta flinched and yelped, a mark of deeper purple in the shape of a hand slowly fading from her buttock. Breya grabbed a crop from one wall, walked quietly around to Ceeta’s other side, and lashed out at her breast. She screamed again and started backing up- ‘Chelle grabbed a whip and lashed it across her crotch, smiling at yet more screams.

“‘Chelle, can I see that for a minute?”

said Elf, taking the whip from her,

“Now you hold her down- I want to try something.” Elf stroked the whip- it was six strips of leather, each a little over three feet long. She looked down at the purple woman on the floor before her. Elf lashed the whip brutally across Ceeta’s vagina. She screamed again, more loudly than before, closing her legs and turning, trying to shield her pussy.

“Breya, ‘Chelle, would you mind spreading her legs?”

Elf asked with a sadistic smile. The two women pried Ceeta’s legs apart, baring her pussy once more. Ceeta screamed and struggled, trying to avoid the lash. Elf looked down at her, and stroked the whip again.

“This”, she said, raising it over her head, “is for betraying us to Xinchub.”

She brought down the whip again. Ceeta screamed in pain, her sensitive flesh stinging in protest. Silently, Breya got up and took the whip from Elf, who took Breya’s place and pried Ceeta’s legs back open.

“This is for Jaksmouth”,

she said, and brought the whip down again. The whip made a sinister swish…snack! as it lashed the tender purple flesh between Ceeta’s legs. Breya lashed again, the whip scoring Ceeta’s delicate clit. Ceeta was wailing and writhing as Breya swung the whip brutally down. Her vagina seared with pain, her clit felt like it was bleeding. Five strong strokes, and Breya stopped to relax her arm. ‘Chelle leaned over and licked at Ceeta’s clit, amused at Ceeta’s disproportionate moaning and arching in pleasure enhanced by the pain.

“Ensign Garcia”,

said Breya suddenly,

“I understand you brought something special?”

‘Chelle walked over to the other end of the room, and returned with a strap-on harness and a twelve-inch dildo. Breya admired it for a minute.

“Would you do the honors?”

she said, handing it to Elf. “Mmph?” Breya lashed the whip across Ceeta’s nethers again, listening to the sounds of pain with something approaching delight.

“You’ll find out, if you’re patient.”

Elf donned the harness, marvelling at the size and weight of the dildo. Breya was standing up, Ceeta kneeling behind her, and shoving her pussy into the woman’s face. ‘Chelle was finger-fucking Ceeta as she lapped at Breya. Elf grabbed a tube of lubricant and started to apply it to her new equipment. ‘Chelle laid down on a table and let Ceeta’s mouth eat her out. Elf moved over behind Ceeta, lifted her hips up, and with a grunt more of dominance than lust she thrust into her ass. Her anus clung to the enormous dildo, pumping and twisting around inside her, with the sound of slapping flesh. It was very well lubed, allowing Elf to thrust hard as they rutted. ‘Chelle pulled Ceeta’s mouth back over to her pussy and encouraged her to continue. Her clit was very large, and stuck out, perky while Ceeta paid homage to her pussy. Ceeta serviced the vagina before her as well as she could. The dildo slid in and out her at an uncomfortable rate, straightening out her twisting passage as Elf’s hips slammed into her rump, then pulling out just as quickly, pulling her even tighter with the suction. ‘Chelle grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her away from her dripping cunt.

“You wanna keep going? You enjoying it? I’m not done yet.”

She guided Ceeta’s mouth onto her protruding clit. “Suck on that.”

Ceeta closed her lips around the clit and sucked, her body shaken by Elf rutting her ass.

“Come on”, she said, “move your head more. Like it’s a little cock.”

She grabbed a handful of hair and started forcibly moving Ceeta’s head up and down, her mouth tugging on the clit and her chin rubbing on ‘Chelle’s wet pussy. Breya slipped underneath Ceeta and watched her unused, battered pussy dripping onto the floor, begging to get fucked. She held out a hand and felt the heat coming off the desperate hole, and the wetness dripping from it. Breya tasted it and listened to her moaning as she sucked on ‘Chelle and opened and closed for Elf. She reached out and spread Ceeta’s legs apart. Ceeta lowered slightly, and Elf adjusted her angle further upwards, still fucking her. Breya lashed out another stinging slap on the abused, dripping pussy above her, and Ceeta’s legs buckled while Elf held her in the air with the sheer force of her fucking. Ceeta was sore from Elf’s repeated slamming into her the dildo still opened her ass wider than it should and thrust in and out, and she let out a pained cry when Breya pulled her legs apart and spanked her needy, swollen flesh again and again. ‘Chelle ground into her face. She was entirely held up by her bust, pressed against the table and drenched in woman, and the enormous rubber dick she clung to as it thrust and bent in and out of her ass. Breya, beneath her, beat her pussy like tenderizing a steak, then curled three fingers inside of her and pulled while she slapped the clit. Breya sucked on the clit above her, tugging it with her teeth, and tried to push Ceeta’s pussy as far open as it would go with her fingers. Juice dripped out of the gaping hole, and Breya rubbed her own clit furiously.

“Open wide”,

said ‘Chelle, and let loose her cum. She squirted all over Ceeta’s face and some on her back, shining on the purple skin and accentuating the shoulderblades and gentle curves as they jolted wiht the shock of Elf’s thrusts. Elf ran her tongue up Ceeta’s back, tasting the fluid and continuing to grind her cock into their fucktoy’s ass. ‘Chelle leaned over and kissed her over the shining purple skin, and fancied she could taste her glory on Elf’s tongue. Ceeta yelled and writhed beneath them.

“Ahhh! Yaahh! It hurts! Aaiih!”

With a look of triumph, Breya shoved her elbow, plugging Ceeta’s pussy with her fist.

“Got it!”, she said with a satisfied look. “How do you like it?”

“It hurts!! Aah! Please!”

“Please what?”, said Breya, and started to move it slowly back and forth.

“Please!” she screamed, “Stop!”

She lifted one leg off the ground trying to spread wider. Elf and ‘Chelle had both stopped what they were doing to watch her face. Elf looked back at Ceeta’s leg lifting higher and higher, and listened to her pained screams, and drove her cock back all the way into Ceeta, to the hilt. Ceeta screamed again, and Breya pulled her fist back out, Releasing a flood of cum to spill on the floor. Breya shoved her hand into Ceeta’s face.

“Clean it off”, she said, “Get a big, long taste of yourself. And clean up what’s on the floor, while you’re at it.”

Elf carefully unbuckled the harness, but left it plugging Ceeta’s asshole.

“So what do you want to do with her now?”

she asked, turning to ‘Chelle. They watched her lapping up her cum from the floor while Breya jerked off.

“Well,” she replied, “I had been wanting to use that dildo on her myself. You pretty much broke her in already, though.”

“I need to get off. That thing didn’t have anything for my end.”

Breya squirted on part of the floor that Ceeta had already cleaned, and made her clean up again. She was probably getting way too much pleasure from it to be healthy.

“Here’s one you might want to try using.”

‘Chelle handed Elf another strap-on, this one just seven inches long, but with an equally long extra for the wearer. She switched it on, and it vibrated.

“Try getting off with that.”

She grabbed a remote control bullet vibrator for herself.

“I’m gonna go ahead and get my turn”,

she said, and got up. Elf started putting on her own. ‘Chelle stuck the egg-sized bullet into the strap-on harness, and buckled it on. The dildo was still lubed up and stuck in Ceeta’s ass. ‘Chelle’s first slam drove her from hands and knees to lying on her stomach. She continued to slam into the bitch with similar force, grinding her into the floor. Ceeta grunted with each slam, her chest pressed to the floor, her ass stretched around her cock. ‘Chelle refastened her gag, and kept pounding.

“Come on bitch, scream!” she shouted, plunging into her ass to the hilt again. “Tell me you like it! Yeah, you do like it, don’t you? You gonna cum? I bet I can make you cum again by fucking your ass!”

The vibrator buzzed in Elf’s pussy. She clenched around it irregularly while she jerked off the other head. It worked really well. She watched ‘Chelle fucking and imagined she was a guy, jerking off. Breya was also wanking while she watched, her back was turned to Elf. She got up, crept up behind Breya…

“Guess who?”

Elf plunged into her pussy, moving the vibrator inside her. She shuddered involuntarily.

“Elf, what? Stop… Ah! Cut it-”

Elf put one hand under each of Breya’s legs and lifted her into the air, still thrusting into her pussy. She stuck out her tongue and tickled Breya’s ear with it, feeling her walls cling to the dildo. Breya arched her back against Elf and watched ‘Chelle, who had now flipped Ceeta over onto her back and lifted her hips off the floor and was pounding her ass from that postition. Elf lifted Breya off her dick and turned her around, then resumed fucking her. Breya wrapped her legs around the staturesque blonde and danced tongues with her, still watching Ceeta and ‘Chelle out of the corner of their eyes. As they watched, ‘Chelle tensed up and dripped through the harness, then continued pounding with just as much force. Elf reached down and rubbed Breya while she fucked her, with a smooth wave of her waist taking her in and out and then repeating. She lifted her hand, dripping with juices, and they both licked at it. Breya clung to her, arms and legs wrapped around Elf, clenching, about to cum, she tried to hold it back and let Elf cum first- Breya exhaled and released her orgasm explosively around the dildo. Elf lay her down on the table and mounted on top of her, tired of supporting their combined weight, but not stopping her fluid thrusting through Breya’s clinging hole. The dildo buzzed inside them both.

“Gonna cum, Breya”, Elf said, “Face or tits?”

“What?”

“Face it is then.”

Elf pulled out and made an exaggerated moan, pointing the dildo at Breya’s face and cumming inside the harness. She smiled. They heard a loud moan, and looked over a ‘Chelle and Ceeta.

“No, you can’t cum yet. Don’t even think about it.” ‘Chelle was thrusting into Ceeta’s ass still, this time Ceeta kneeling on a table and ‘Chelle standing behind and ramming her. Ceeta moaned loudly and plaintively through her gag.

“Tell you what”, she said, “If you really want to cum from being fucked in the ass, I might be willing to make a deal with you.” She kept fucking her ass, and almost, but not quite touched her pussy.

“I’ll let you cum, but on one condition- after that, you get another pussy-whipping. Twenty, deal?” She moaned again.

‘Chelle gave her a loud slap on the pussy and smiled at the yelp. “If you agree, all you have to do is cum.” ‘Chelle touched her pussy lightly while her ass clenched. Ceeta moaned frantically. “What’s that? Can’t quite make that out.” ‘Chelle rubbed Ceeta’s pussy in earnest, kneading her lips and rubbing her clit. Her juice was forming a small puddle on the table.

“You gonna cum, slut? Go ahead. Come on. You know you like it. You know you’re enjoying this. Just let go.”

Ceeta moaned and arched her back, squirting on the table. “Good girl.” ‘Chelle pulled out of her ass. It gaped, unplugged again, the muscles loosened almost to the point of being unable to close. ‘Chelle grabbed Ceeta’s foot, and tied it to one corner of the table, then the other foot, and the hands, so that she was tied, legs spread wide to the table. She retrieved the whip, and ran it lightly over the bared pussy. Ceeta immediately began to struggle and whine through the ballgag. ‘Chelle smirked.

“Come on, you chose this. You took the deal, not me.” Ceeta made frantic noises.

“You can’t just take on credit and then never pay, you know. Don’t try to avoid this.” She raised the whip over her head, and brought it down on Ceeta’s pussy again. One. She cried out through the gag. Elf watched with interest while Breya nibbled at her pussy. ‘Chelle brought it down three more times, with heavy, sharp blows, happily watching her prisoner writhe. Four.

“Starting to regret your moment of indulgence?” ‘Chelle striped her purple crotch twice more. Six. She whipped another two times, and saw a speck of blood appear on the tender purple flesh. “Yeah, I bet you are.” Another three lashes, and another speck appeared. Eleven. ‘Chelle lapped at the raw pussy, soothing it with her tongue and sucking on it. Then she dealt out another four. Fifteen. The vibrator’s buzzing finally sent her back over the edge, and she came, rivers flowing down her legs, muscles tensing, then relaxed and dealt another. Sixteen.

“You’re looking really raw there”, ‘Chelle said, giving her another lick. “How much does it hurt?” Ceeta moaned and arched against the ropes, leaking more from her crotch. “Tell me how much it hurts. Maybe I’ll just stop here.” She moaned, more in compliance than actual hope. “Just that much? How about… Now.” Another brutal lash. She screamed against the gag held in her teeth, face in an expression of burning pain, and panted and whimpered. “And now?” another, and an even louder scream. ‘Chelle pinched and twisted the purple nipples, drawing out the scream even further. “That’s not good enough. You’re not really letting loose. You’re just pretending. Keep that up and you’ll get extra.” She whipped again the raw and lightly bleeding flesh, listened to the scream a minute, then lashed it a final time. She climbed atop the table, straddling Ceeta’s face, and came into her mouth.

Deciding they were done with her, they sent Ceeta back down to her cell and retired to their respective rooms. Night the second finished.

 
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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (Night 1)

Title: the price of freedom (night 1)

Series: Schlock Mercenary

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Ceeta/Breya/Tagon

Contains: femslash, het, group

A terapedo appeared in Jevee Ceeta’s cell at 2100 hours exactly. It brought with it a blindfold and a pair of electronic earplugs. “Put these on”, it said. She tied the form-fitting blindfold to her eyes, and put the plugs in her ears. They modified the sound around her, giving it a sort of vibrato. Ceeta reached out and found the terapedo, which then left with her in tow.

Ceeta materialized in a room. It was probably still somewhere in the ship, and it had a bed in it. “Here she is”, said a female voice distorted by the earplugs. “What do you want to do?” “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” said a male voice. If Ceeta knew them, she couldn’t tell who they were.

“Alright”, said the woman’s voice, “We’ll start simple. Ceeta, strip.” Ceeta carefully, slightly unbalanced by the loss of sight and distorted hearing, removed the simple robe-like prisoner’s garment she wore. She started to remove her bra, when she felt a mouth on the waistband of her panties.

She blushed deeply. “I-” the woman’s voice cut her off from around her waist level. “Shhh. Just do what we tell you.” Ceeta blushed deeply, and carefully stepped out of her panties once the mouth had pulled them down to her feet.

Ceeta stood naked but for the earplugs, blindfold, and restraining collar, baring her purple skin to the invisible watchers. “Now lie down on the bed and spread your legs”, said the female voice, “and you enter her.” “Alright… I guess that is the simple way to start”, said the male voice.

Ceeta lay down on the bed, mouth dry, and pulled her legs apart, baring the moist, darker purple skin that lay between. She strained her lower muscles to pull herself open further, and lifted her knees to either side of her breasts, baring her insides to the room, gaping, she could feel cool air inside her where normally it was body temperature. The man mounted her and entered.

Tagon’s penis thrust into Ceeta’s depths, pushing her open and then the suction pulling her closed. Ceeta lay there and stared at the blackness where the ceiling should be. “Are you getting off on this?” he asked. Breya responded, “Yes, actually. It’s not just the sex, it’s seeing how totally humiliated she obviously feels. It gets me all wet inside.”

Ceeta tried to force her face back into its impassive glare, but failed- a tiny sound came from her, a short “pfut” of air. Ceeta’s attempt at a glare collapsed, and her breasts and face turned a deeper color in embarrassment. “Oh, this is good”, said the woman’s voice. “That look on her face is priceless.” Tiny noises continued to issue from Ceeta, and she spread her legs even further apart, trying to get them to stop. In her embarrassment, her muscles clamped down on Tagon’s cock, negating any effect that the extra spread might have had.

“I have got to get in on this”, said Breya with glee. “Open wide!” And she lowered herself onto Ceeta’s mouth. All of a sudden, Ceeta’s face was smothered with another woman. Her mouth was pressed to another woman’s lips, another woman’s cheeks pressed down on her forehead.

“Come on”, Breya said, spreading herself wider against Ceeta’s face, “you know what to do.” Ceeta clamped down on her mind, tried not to think about what she was doing, and hesitantly began to lick at the pussy on her mouth. “I am so fucking turned on right now“, Breya said, face set in what looked like tense determination. “Fuck her! Fuck her!” She kissed Tagon over Ceeta’s body, fondling herself and moaning. “Fuck her good! Oh, god, fuck her!”

Ceeta wriggled under Tagon’s energetic thrusting. “Oh, god”, Breya moaned, leaning down to Ceeta’s pussy, “I love those cute little noises she makes when you fuck her! She looks so embarrassed…” Breya kissed Tagon again and started pinching Ceeta’s clit.

Ceeta writhed, trying to escape and grind herself against the people fucking her at the same time. She had come to understand the phrases “eating someone out” and “pie”. It was rather like sticking her face into a pastry and eating it from the inside out with her tongue. Wetness was already beginning to run down her breasts, and her mouth was full of the woman’s ecstatic secretions.

“Yes!” she moaned, “Lick it, you little slut! Oh god, I am so turned on right now!” Breya shifted her position on Ceeta’s face, moving her anus over the willingly lapping tongue, then turned around to give it better access to her pussy. Ceeta continued to lap at the woman on top of her. All that was expected of her was that she keep licking and get fucked.

The dick was rubbing against her clit when it thrust- it felt raw, but so good… Breya moaned impatiently. She humped Ceeta’s face, not trying to allow access to the tongue anymore, she just humped her face. Breya got a perverse feeling of satisfaction from this, grinding her pussy into the face of the woman who would have sold her to the UNS, drowning her purple face in her own girlcum.

Ceeta’s face was covered in pussy, smothering in it. Her mouth ran over with woman, running down her neck and drenching the bed. She swallowed it, to get a chance to breathe, but her entire face was covered in it and her mouth began to fill again very quickly. Breya moaned. “Cumming- open wide-” she pushed her pussy over Ceeta’s mouth, as if they were kissing, and came. Ceeta struggled, drowning in cum, she drank it down as it poured into her mouth. She hardly noticed now… She was getting close herself… Breya lifted herself off of Ceeta’s face and kissed Tagon. “Tagon…” she whispered, “fuck me…”

Suddenly Ceeta felt the man pull out of her. “Wh-” she almost said, but the woman cut her off by sticking a breast in her mouth. Breya humped Ceeta slightly as she sucked on Breya’s nipple, waiting for Tagon to enter her. Ceeta sucked on the woman’s round breast, still brooding slightly about her own missed release. She felt the man begin humping the woman on top of her, and heard their passionate moans. The woman’s knee was moving slightly against her… A little more…

Breya felt Ceeta moving beneath her, trying to press herself into Breya’s knee. She thought about moving it out of the way, denying her enemy further, but decided that the thought of Ceeta cumming at her hand turned her on more. Breya ground her knee against Ceeta’s wetness and squeezed her breasts, pleased by Ceeta’s eager movements beneath her. Tagon was pulled her hair as he moved in and out of her… normally she would have objected, but she was already feeling dirty tonight… that last orgasm had come more readily than any she could remember.

Ceeta arched her back beneath her and came against her knee. “Good girl…” Breya moaned as Tagon fucked her… “Good girl…” Already she was there again… she quickly pulled off of Tagon’s dick and squirted onto Ceeta again. “Sit up!” she said, “and open wide!” she grasped Tagon’s shaft and pulled on it quickly, jerking him off into Ceeta’s eager, receiving mouth. “Clean him off…” Breya gasped, already feeling close yet again as Ceeta wrapped her mouth around Tagon’s cock and sucked out whatever cum was left in it. “Now me…”

Ceeta lapped whatever fluids still lingered in Breya’s pussy, almost bringing her to her third orgasm of the night… but not quite. With an angry moan, Breya shoved Ceeta’s face into herself, letting out her final, explosive orgasm. She had Ceeta clean her out again, and sent her back to her cell tired, and scented with feminine ecstasy.

 
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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (Night 0)

A voice awoke ex-UNS Colonel Jevee Ceeta from her somewhat restless sleep in the brig of the Serial Peacemaker. “Hello.” it said. “How would you like a free way out of here?” Ceeta sat up groggily, but angrily. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Someone making an offer with the permission of Captain Tagon”, it said, “Now you answer me.”

“What do you want from me?” She asked. “You probably won’t agree”, said the voice. “Particularly not in this mood.” “So you enjoy waking up prisoners to mess with them? What is it?” “It’s a little uncomfortable. Maybe not your style.” “I want out of here!” Ceeta shouted, “At least tell me what it is so I can refuse myself!”

“Well”, said the voice, “since you insist. There are certain people on board who would enjoy it if you would join them- in bed.” Ceeta’s purple skin blushed deeply. “Me?” she asked, eyes wide, looking around for the source of the voice, “Why?”

“Your exotic coloration”, responded the voice, “Your lovely figure. The feeling of power that comes from making a double-crosser beg with her mouth on your crotch. They need a woman and you’re on board and desperate for freedom. Can you do both?”

Ceeta blushed again, but now that she was more awake she tried to keep her angular face into its characteristic stern stare (difficult, with no obvious place to stare at). “For getting out of here and back in life, I can handle a night with a woman.”

“But”, said the voice, “this would not be a night with a woman. This would be several nights with varying combinations of gender. Three or four nights, most likely.” “Well”, mused Ceeta, “it’s not as if I have anything to lose.” Her blush remained, and now her nipples began to perk up.

“That’s the spirit. You’ll be sent for tomorrow, at about 2100 hours. See you then.” The voice cut off. “Damn it. Now I’m all perked up for nothing.” Ceeta instinctively glanced around, though she knew there was no one there, and started finger-fucking herself to let out the tension. Captain Kaff Tagon watched the screen in front of his microphone, and anticipated the next night.

Author’s: I really can’t believe there isn’t more SM porn. There is ONE picture on paheal/booru, so the rule isn’t invalidated, but really- extremely popular series, a host of hot female characters, and… one picture? I am here to fill the gap with horrible writing and filthy imaginings.

 
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Firefly: Femslash… in SPACE

Series: Firefly

Pairing: Kaylee/Inara

Contains: femslash in SPACE

Rating: NC-17

Inara’s hairbrush ran gently through Kaylee’s hair, straightening and untangling it, prettying it up. The scent of incense filled this room of red cushions, and the only sound was their breathing, and beyond that the sound of pressed cushions, and finally the quiet hum of Serenity as it drifted through nothing, a tiny, enclosed world.

“Hmmm…” Kaylee sighed. “Thank you. You always make me feel so pretty.” Inara hummed in her throat as a sort of reply. “You don’t usually say much, you know?”, said Kaylee. “You’re good at listening.”

“It helps in my line of work. My clients differ immensely, but all of them like someone who listens well.”

Kaylee’s thoughts strayed a bit. “Inara?” she asked.

“Hmm?”

“What’s it like, you know, when you take on- female clients?”

Inara slowed down her brushing the slightest bit. “It’s pretty predictable, really. It always is, no matter whom I choose.”

“Well, sure, but, I mean… do you- enjoy it?”

“Curious?”

Inara chuckled at Kaylee’s slightly panicked look. “I wouldn’t take on a client if I didn’t think I would.”

For a long time, the only sound was the brush in Kaylee’s hair. Kaylee wished that Inara had little enough tact to say “Why do you ask?”. It would have made things a lot easier. Now what?

Inara clenched around Kaylee’s tongue, muscles tense as she lay on the bed. Kaylee pleasured herself with Inara’s vibrator, its buzzing muffled by the pussy enveloping it. Bracing the vibrator against the mattress to keep its head inside her, Kaylee lifted Inara’s knees up and pressed them to her chest. “Hold them there”, she said, then dove back in. Inara hugged her legs, leaving her pussy even more unobstructed. Kaylee lapped at her with long strokes that started just below her asshole, ran over it, and whipped over her pussy, sending tiny droplets into the air each time.

Inara made Kaylee feel pretty, but Kaylee’s almost sloppy technique made Inara feel dirty for the first time in years. Kaylee tilted her head and grabbed one of Inara’s lips between her own, sucking on it fiercely. There was no skill, no special knowledge of nerve centers, she just ate Inara’s pussy like she was actually devouring it, as though she wanted to pull flesh from bone without using her teeth.

Kaylee moaned with need and lust as she devoured, and pulled the vibrator from herself to hold against Inara’s asshole while she licked, as though she only could come if Inara did. Kaylee curled and thrust her fingers into herself violently, and moaned some more into Inara, who arched her back in pleasure and came against the face that buried itself in her pussy.

Kaylee rose, flushed and wet, and kissed Inara firmly, heedless of the girlcum on her face. She kissed Inara repeatedly, wriggling on her hornily. Inara managed to free an arm just long enough to grab her strap-on from a bedside drawer, and fastened it to her waist. Kaylee moaned delightedly, rubbing herself against it desperately for a second in some semblance of calm, sane lovemaking, then raised herself off of the bed and plunged it into herself with reckless abandon. Kaylee’s muscles gripped the ribbed surface, and she tugged her hair and moaned as she bounced. “Inara…” she gasped, “what… else is in that drawer?” Inara opened the drawer to let her see.

Kaylee blushing selected a few of the objects to try, still bouncing and grinding on Inara’s dildo. Inara surveyed her choices. “Let’s start with these”, she said, pointing at a string of anal beads. “Just turn around for a minute.” Kaylee shyly obliged, still humping the dildo energetically. “Slow down!” Inara laughed, “I can’t do anything when you’re moving so fast.” Kaylee stopped her humping, but continued to grind against her slowly. “Okay”, said Inara, “just spread a little bit…” Kaylee reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. Inara spat on it, then inserted the first and smallest of the string. Kaylee ground a little harder, feeling it inside her as Inara spat on each ball and gently pushed it in. Kaylee grunted as Inara pushed in the fifth, an inch and a half wide, leaving only the little pull ring sticking out. Kaylee released her cheeks, and turned about to kiss Inara again, bouncing on her cock and moaning.

Inara picked up the next item, two pairs of small clamps connected by a thin chain. She gently attached them to Kaylee’s breasts, a clamp on either side of each nipple.

Soon, Kaylee’s ass was filled with a string of five anal beads of progressively larger size, Inara had a double vibrator in her ass and pussy, and Kaylee was passionately pleasuring one end of a double-head dildo with her mouth. She had two clamps on each breast, one on either side of the nipple, linked together with a thin chain that she tugged on with the same hand gripping her hair.

“Inara!” Kaylee whimpered in pleasure around the thick rubber cock in her mouth. “What is it, Kaylee?” she gasped. “Do… something…” Kaylee moaned. “Like this?” Inara gasped, reaching around and pulling on the ring sticking out of Kaylee’s ass. Kaylee moaned and sucked on the dildo harder. “Like this?” Inara said, sharply pulling Kaylee down to her by the chain between her breasts and sucking on the other end of the dildo in Kaylee’s mouth. Kaylee screamed at the sudden pain, but did not stop sucking the dildo or riding Inara’s strap-on. Kaylee bounced on it even more fiercely, while Inara tugged on the beads in her ass and they each sucked an end of the double-header like some strange form of kissing.

Inara squirmed slightly, the buzzing between her legs and the beautiful naked woman screaming in pleasure on top of her combining to bring her to orgasm. “Kaylee!” she gasped around the dildo. “Cum!!” Inara shouted, giving Kaylee’s clamps another sudden tug and quickly yanking every bead from her ass at once. The dildo slipped from Kaylee’s mouth, the clamps yanked off of her breasts and her asshole gaping in the wake of the balls, she let out an orgasmic scream…

“Thank you” was the last thing said before they went to sleep.

 
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