From Bounty Hunter to Bimbo Page 2

  “F-fucked!” Nadia screamed. “I… I need to fuck! Oh stars. Oh fuck!”

  Dava giggled. “Can I Morinth? She needs it sooo bad…”

  Nadia moaned, nodding anxiously. “I… I need… I need…” she babbled, unable to articulate herself more. Unable to express the desperate urge racing through her veins, yearning for a touch no matter how light on her feverishly sensitive flesh. She shouldn’t have to. Just looking at her, looking at her curves, her tits, her ass, that should be enough to tell anyone what she should be used for. Parts of herself she never conceived as sexual now were alive, nerve endings popping. Even the hard touch of the manacles seemed somehow carnal, forcing her to endure the maddening need without a hint of relief.

  Morinth glanced back, his visor as unreadable as ever. “…I suppose you’d best.”

  “Yay!” Dava giggled, and pushed between Nadia’s legs.

  Nadia’s body exploded. It started in her cunt as Dava’s tongue slipped inside of her gaping snatch, spreading like her veins were fuses, burning towards the tips of her nipples and her core.

  “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Nadia screamed as her orgasm tore through her. She surged against her cuffs, arching her sopping cunt towards that hungry tongue, rubbing her slit against the blonde’s face in a torment of pleasure. “Fuuuuck! Yesss! Lick me out! Fuck! Fuck me with your tongue! Yes! Yes!”

  Words became insufficient when that wickedly skilled tongue found her swollen clit. Nadia could only wail as orgasm after trembling orgasm surged through her. She shuddered and twitched, struggling desperately to get more. More tongue. More touching. More anything!

  Dava hummed happily, her wickedly skillful tongue swirling and stroking the other woman’s shuddering cunt with the torturer’s dedication. Nadia was an instrument to a master musician, her voice singing as Dava licked and slurped at her gushing pussy. Her hands rising, grabbing Nadia’s breasts, fingers sinking deep into the swollen flesh as she squeezed and fondled the shuddering bounty hunter.

  Pleasure dragged on for what felt an eternity. At last, Nadia felt the mutagen’s insidious corruption begin to recede. She could only whimper, sagging in her chair, every sense fried with pleasure.

  Dava pulled away from Nadia’s cunt, the blonde’s face slick with juices, but her grin wide. Her tongue flicked across her lips, gathering up some of the tangy fluids. “Mmm. Delicious.”

  Nadia felt her flush deepen. The shackles sprang free and for a moment she could only sit in the chair, her now massive chest heaving with every breath, her head spinning with the intensity of her orgasms. She looked down at her body, marvelling at her change. Her breasts swollen whorishly, her hips broad and her ass the plush, perfect cushion. Her hands trembled as she gingerly touched her ass, gasping at the tingling of sensitive desire that shot through her in response.

  Morinth tapped a few more keys and examined the read out on the screen. “Hmm. Seems to have gone well enough. How do you feel?”

  “Sexy,” Nadia panted, the first word that came to mind.

  “You better believe it!” Dava giggled. “I mean just look at these tits!”

  “I-nnnn!” Nadia moaned as Dava hefted the bounty hunter’s new orbs. Nadia bit her lip at how… how good it felt to have someone touch her swollen chest.

  “Oh yeah! With tits like these, that Zabrienne is going to be falling all over himself to stick his cock in you.”

  “Oh,” Nadia panted. “G-good…”

  Dava giggled again, her eyes suddenly mischievous. “Buuuuut,” she purred, leaning in closer, her soft lips an inch from Nadia’s own. “There might be one… problem…”

  “O-oh,” Nadia said, hypnotized by the other woman’s full lips, her hot breath steaming the air, her scent threatening to swallow Nadia, submerge her under a sea of lust and hungry fucking.

  “Oh yeah,” Dava purred, and kissed her. Nadia moaned, surrendering to those soft lips. Lips made to be kissed, to wrap around a cock in a perfect seal and just… suck. Lips like Nadia’s own, which tingled delightfully as they locked with Dava’s. The kiss deepened, Nadia tasting her own cunt on Dava’s lips and her swirling tongue.

  Dava pulled back, licking her shining lips. “Oh yeah. You’re going to have to… get used to that pretty body of yours. Find out all its little tricks.”

  “Mnnn!” Nadia groaned as Dava slid a finger against her drooling cunt. “What are you… thinking?”

  Dava giggled and glanced at Morinth. “I think you need some practice.”

  Nadia glanced over at the splicer. Warmth spread through her again. That feeling of frantic desire growing in her new, expansive chest. “Oh yes,” she moaned, slinking up from the chair. She staggered a little as she adjusted to her new proportions, but Dava was quick to lend an arm for balance.

  Morinth turned as the two stalked towards him. “Oh really now,” he said.

  “No bitching,” Dava said, shoving him back into a chair. “You spend all this time on these computers. You need to get out more.”

  “Yeah,” Nadia breathed, her every nerve singing with sensitivity as she grabbed his pants and opened them, pulling out his cock. “You need to relax now and then.”

  Morinth hissed as Nadia stroked his shaft, spurring it to its full length and hardness. “I do relax.”

  “Oh,” Nadia giggled as she straddled his lap, shoving her full, thick breasts forward. “Then I guess I’m just having my own fun, then.” She giggled again, and lowered herself onto his cock.

  Nadia sucked in a gasp as she took the splicer’s shaft to the root. She’d fucked men, women, and aliens of curious sort. But none of it compared to the sensation of Mointh’s shaft insider her bimbofied muff. Her pussy seemed tuned perfectly to the tactile sensation of a cock inside of her, the head sliding against her inner walls sending them rippling and convulsing in pleasure. Nadia threw her head back, her lashes fluttering, her mouth opening in a wordless O of ecstasy.

  Dava giggled, suddenly behind her. “Feels nice, doesn’t it? You just can’t wait to feel a man’s cock in your new, oh so slutty pussy. Hm?”

  “Mmmmnnnn!” Nadia moaned, planting her hands on Morinth’s shoulders. The splicer clenched his teeth as her inner walls tightened, squeezing his shaft inside of her. “Ohhh it feels soooo good!”

  “I know it does,” Dava giggled. Nadia gasped as the blonde ran her fingers up the bounty hunter’s sides. “It feels just soo good to have a thick cock in your slutty pussy. You just… can’t… stand it…”

  Nadia twitched as the blonde pushed her chest into her back, breasts mashing against the brunette, nipples jutting through the smooth fabric of her uniform. Dava slowly slid down, dragging her plump tits down Nadia’s back.

  “What… what are you oh!” Nadia gasped as Dava parted her soft ass, baring the dark star of her asshole.

  “Want to know what else is sensitive?” Dava giggled and pushed forward, sliding her tongue around Nadia’s puckered back door.

  Nadia inhaled sharply, arching, and as a result, shoved her breasts through Morinth’s holo visor. She squealed in delight as her nipples blazed with sensitive arousal, the humming holo tingling against her fat nipples while her breasts enveloped the splicer’s hidden face. “Ohhh fuuuuuck!” Nadia moaned, grabbing Morinth’s head, ignoring his muffled protest as she shoved his face between her fat tits. As if on its own accord, her wide hips tensed, lifting her ass, dragging his cock against her inner walls. Then she dropped down.

  “Yesss!” Nadia screamed as she began to bounce atop Morinth’s lap, fucking herself eagerly on his shaft. “Yesss! Oh fuck! Fuck! It feels sooo fucking good! Oh stars! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my slutty bimbo pussy! Yes! Yes! Mnnn! Lick my ass! Don’t stop! Oh! Ohhhh!”

  She wailed as her orgasm ripped through her, yet even then she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She kept bouncing, kept spearing herself on Morinth’s cock while Dava plundered her puckered ass with her oh so skillful tongue. Her body was alive with the sensation of sex. Reeking with it. She delighted in the sound of her soft a
ss slapping against Morinth’s thighs. How the weight of her swollen breasts pulled her forward to better press Morinth’s head between them, how the humming visor tingled against her achingly sensitive nipples.

  “Yesss!” Nadia screamed. “Yessss! Fuck meeeee!”

  Like a sixth sense she felt Morinth nearing his climax. How his cock twitched within her. She increased her pace, riding him, frantic to feel him cum inside her.

  When at last, grunting, Morinth’s cock gave a final twitch and his hot seed rushed into her hungry channel, it was like a hot spear thrust into her core. She cried out, another orgasm trembling through her, sending her new curves shuddering.

  Her senses overloaded. She moaned, her arms loosening on Morinth’s head. She fell back, and only Dava catching her saver her slamming her head on the floor. The blonde giggled, cradling Nadia’s head on the cushion of her own full breasts. “Well? How was it?”

  “So good,” Nadia moaned.

  Dava grinned, humming as she stroked Nadia’s hair. “Mmm. I know.”

  “Yes. Quite,” Morinth grunted as he unsheathed his cock from Nadia, the brunette pouting as he stowed away his manhood back in his pants, sealing it behind his labcoat with a firm motion. “And I suggest you keep that in mind. Considering where you’re going to, it might be too easy to forget yourself.”

  “But wouldn’t it be fun?” Dava moaned. “Mmm. Just being a big titted slut being fucked by all those gangsters and smugglers and aliens? Oooh, maybe one will keep you! Get you nice and drugged up and fuck you every day. Maybe stick you on their cock like a living cocksleeve as they go about their business!”

  Nadia shivered. Not from fear. But from the lack of it. She found the idea strangely tempting. Alarmingly so. She swallowed thickly. “I’ll… keep that in mind…”

  Dava grinned. “I bet you will,” she said, giving Nadia’s nipples a playful tweak.

  The Auction

  The hull of the Scimitar rose out of space like a dark patch against the stars. Though far smaller than a United Navy frigate or battleship, the yacht held all the sleek, precise danger of a blade. Too big to use the hangers, it was tethered to SS9’s meteoric rock and heavy durasteel by dozens of fuel cables and boarding bridges. None of which Nadia would be using to enter.

  Oh no. Those sorts of things were rife with guards and checks and all those fun things. So Nadia would circumvent it.

  The bounty hunter drifted through oblivion, her breath rasping in her space helmet. It was harder than usual to keep an even heading, mainly due to how her space suit contracted so wonderfully against her new curves. The full bodied pressure made it strikingly difficult not to push a finger into her hot box and finger herself to an orgasm, even with the threat of explosive decompression.

  Soon, she reminded herself. Soon enough you’ll be getting all the sex you could want.

  She tried to even her breathing as the dark hull grew in her vision. Naturally the ship had an external security system, and naturally, Nadia had come prepared. Her suit was equipped with a sensor scrambler. The eyes of the security grid would pass right over her. Assuming she didn’t trip an alarm physically. Gently she set down on the hull of the ship, her boots magnetizing her to the craft with a soundless thump. She walked carefully across the oily black hull, tracking her way towards a waiting access hatch.

  Now things got tricky.

  The door was naturally alarmed. Nadia knelt beside it and teased a hacker pad from her belt. She inserted its cable into the door’s reader and released the pad, letting it drift in the zero g’s, tethered to the Scimitar by its cable. From another pocket she pulled an arc cutter and ignited it, the thin blue laser reflecting against the dark hull. It would take far too long to replicate the password to the door. But the hacker should be able to convince the alarm system the door was sealed, even when it wasn’t. If it failed… Well, Nadia wouldn’t have to worry about that long. She sliced the lock, holding her breath, waiting for the inevitable surge of power that would fry her where she knelt. When nothing happened, she grinned and pulled, hauling open the door.

  Nadia slipped into the decompression chamber, landing lightly. She quickly yanked the door shut behind her and stabbed the arc caster into the seam, melting the connecting door. It was a weak seal, but should last. Grabbing the opposite door, she yanked it open. Oxygen gasped in a white mist into the airlock and she took off her helmet, gasping into the slightly scented air of the yacht.

  She shed her space suit, the slick fabric sliding away seamlessly, her naked breasts bursting into the open, her pert bottom pushing free of the skin tight suit. She cast both aside into a corner, and with a thought, activated her holo projectors.

  They were simple units. She’d had hers surgically implanted, a process usually only engaged in by whores or the more extreme minded young people. They were low res units, but they did their job perfectly. She moaned softly as the two in her now hefty breasts pushed forth twin humming heart shapes of red light to cap her nipples, the one implanted above her mons pushing out a larger heart to mask her naked pussy. Certainly not enough for modesty, but being modest wasn’t going to get her anywhere here. She shivered at how exposed she was, how easy it would be for something to take her, to bend her over a table and just… fuck her brains out… She took a shaking breath, trying to banish that oh so tantalizing vision, feeling even the faint tickle of the holo’s static against her now desperately sensitive pussy.

  Fluffing some of her hair back over her shoulder, she shook her head and slipped into the dark halls of the Scimitar.

  It didn’t take much to locate the party. The steady thump of music echoed in the dark halls of the smuggler ship like the beat of some colossal black heart. A door slid open before her, and she was there.

  It was dark in the auction house. Blue lights blazed from the walls, casting the room in suggestive shapes and colors. Tables were spread out across the room like islands of order in a sea of strangeness. If Nadia had worried about being out of place in her near nakedness, she needn’t have. Women and men moved through the dark with drinks and food, their bodies outlined in bands of holo light like neon signs, baring their attributes for any to see, and any to use. In a glance she saw one woman in the grasp of a tragor, its tentacles drilling the woman’s holes while she moaned mindlessly. In another, a hermaphroditic callinor was fucking the soft ass of a feminine young man who eagerly rutted against her. Everywhere scenes of such debauchery were at work, many discussing the items for auction or bidding even as whores fucked themselves atop them or sucked their cocks with the eager abandon of experts. Hardly a usual scene of business. But those who frequented such auctions knew vice well, and no one partied harder than them.

  The air was scented with sex and spices breathed in by the vents. She also spotted some of the men and women about enjoying some more illegal substances. A man was feeding a woman small blue pills, another wearing a psy helmet, twitching and panting as they fed off the latent sexual energies taking place.

  Nadia felt her new body stir at the sight of such endless and eager debauchery. Her nipples throbbed and her core ached for her to join in. To throw herself into the sea of bodies and depraved pleasures. But she knew too well if she did, she might never make it out. She scanned the room quickly, and there found her target.

  He sat at a table on a balcony suspended above the floor. Zabrienne Solar was exactly like his profile, his brutal face composed in an expression of idle interest as he looked down at those attending his ship. His legs were parted, an impossibly shapely young woman kneeling between his thighs, her head bobbing as she sucked him off. Around him was a coterie of dangerous looking men, women and aliens. A drax whose luminous body paint shimmered in the gloom. A sharp looking woman all in black with a wrap around pair of dark glasses. Another a strikingly pink figure whose head looked like he was wearing an octopus.

  And all Nadia needed to do was get there across a sea of lusts, seduce the man, get him alone, kill him, and get out.

 
Simple.

  Nadia inhaled, tried to still her aching body, and plunged into the party.

  She had a plan, of course. She always had a plan until it failed. She’d studied Zabrienne’s personality meticulously. His likes and dislikes. Turn ons and offs. It was why she’d gone to Morinth and gotten the figure she now had. She knew she only had to get nice and close before she’d, inevitably, draw his eye.

  Yet practice was considerably different than theory. In no small part due to how her body was responding to the potent festivities. She felt more aware of everything happening around her. More attuned to it all. The gasps and moans, the sharp scent of arousal and sex. The music thumped through her like a live thing, her body thrumming in tune, her core aching. Every step seemed to vibrate up and through her. Her breasts bounced, her hips swung, a tantalizing dance meant to tune the desire.

  She felt eyes follow her, crawling up and down her with hunger. Her heart beat faster, her quim dampening against her rounded thighs. She giggled and put in a little more swing in as she looked for a likely target.

  There.

  Her eyes locked on an alien pirate. An Adronar, she recognized. A pirate whose garish dress of buckled jacket, lacy ruffs and golden earrings made her stand out like an incongruous renegade from an old terra historical pict. One among her four almond shaped eyes were masked by a dark, cybernetic patch. Long legs tipped with three wicked talons, a garish tricorn hat settled atop a mane of spiny red hair and two curling horns, the alien’s breasts fairly bursting from a white shirt, pushing aside a red jacket trimmed with gold. But what drew Nadia’s eyes like a magnet was the phallic bulge the alien was making absolutely no secret of, sprawled as she was in a spacious chair, eying a hovering screen of auction items.

  Nadia turned her steps towards the powerful alien. The position offered an excellent view to Zabrienne’s platform, and Nadia had a feeling the alien would be more than eager for a lusty servicing. It was essential Zabrienne came to her, not the other way around. Should she approach such a wary and powerful man, she was simply asking for trouble. But if he invited her, then she could really get to work.