Jett Starr - Hero of Space

Zcorr

Despite the shafting that Zcorr gives her, she continues to protests.

"H-how dare you t-treat an >ooh< amazon kween l-like this. D-don't you realise that >ah< y-ur seed i-is useless against m-me." she gasps out.

Zcorr hisses to itself as its snake tool starts to stiffen as it starts to fill with its fertile juices.

"Hssss! That iss where you are wrong!. I am a Tordan Prime. My sseed is irressisstable to any female."

The wet slapping of their bodies gets louder as Zcorr approaches climax.

"Nooo!" the kween screams, "It cannot be true. We are immune. ooohh!" her words are cut off as with one final thrust, Zcorr buries its tool inside her and starts to ejaculate, the snake head open and vomitting millions of seed.

The kween cries out as she feels Zcorr's semen inside her, experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life as the Link between then is established.

Zcorr groans too. Unlike the Link with Inci, this one is allows its complete control of the kween's desires. It listens to her as her sounds of protests change to works of adoration.

She was Zcorr's - forever.
 
Jett

He feels her body against his, her forehead against his, their mouths barely apart.

The desire is raging almost out of control now. The mating urge almost driving him mad.

But even so, there is a small part of him who is still Captain Jett Starr of Rocket Force. A small part of him who is appalled at what is happening.

"N-no! Commander....Inci. T-this... is....w-wrong! I-I am your commanding officer, y-you....f-first officer. I-it...against regulations!" his voice, thick with lust...
 
"Jett."

She forced her face as serious as she could make it, while pressing her body against his, feeling his rock hard cock.

"So is sleeping with an alien, but you have no choice. Our duty is to survive. And if you don't... I know... I'll either die... or..."

I cast my eyes downward frowning..

"Or I'll betray you... that thing... he controls... he can control my mind... I have to do this... or I"ll go running back to him."
 
"You know what, I really don't care."
Garret hand went out to stop her, but he found himself compelled to push her, harder than even he knew. His eyes were that of anger, still. He had been pushed around by too many things to be putting up with this shit now.
"I don't care," he repeated, "The point is your species took what was mine and I want it back," he squinted, looking right at her, "NOW!"
 
Jett

Despite his arousal, Jett can feel compassion as he listens to Inci's plea. They have served together for a while now and he knows what a proud person she is.

To see her like this, so defenseless, so obviously in pain.

She is right! They have to help each other to survive.

Gently, his hand shaking with lust, he lifts up her face and, staring into her eyes, he brings his mouth down onto hers.

He doesn't even worry about the others as the drug takes over completely, her body against his, as he kisses her ardently...
 
S'Halla

S'Halla is taken by surprise when the human starts to push her around, his hand gripping her tightly.

Immediately she reacts, using her superior height and strength she breaks his grip and grabs Garret by his arms and lift him clean off the ground. Effectively pinned, all he can do is struggle.

"You are becoming annoying, little human!" she snarls. "I do not have what is 'yours'."

Casually throwing him to the floor, she continues down the tunnel.

"Come!" she orders, "Jett Starr wants us to go to the end of this tunnel."
 
Garret rubbed his hands as thoughts began to spin through his mind. He wondered at the past few things that have happened. Was this species really trustworthy?
He looked at the evidence.
They had knocked him unconscious and took away his weapons, and more importantly had dragged him away from the Rover. The only thing that was left mechanical from the ship.
They had wanted to spend so much time fixing Inci. 6 hours for one single exercise to help her? He had to wonder if maybe they wanted to waste six hours, for the aliens to find them.
They had done something to the Captain. He obviously wasn't himself. Maybe they had him on a similiar spell as Inci. He looked like himself, but inside he was betraying the human race.
How did they know that this tunnel lead to the inner city? What if it lead to a jail, or something worse? Some sort of torture chamber. They'd all be part of some weird experiment to help destory the human race.
Garret couldn't let that happen. He followed the green alien more closely, checking his own inventory. Most of the weaponry was left back at the rover, but if he wasn't mistaken...
Yes, in his right boot was a discharge replacer. A simple tool used to fix converters and rusty wires. In a pinch it could be used as a short bursting phazer though. He also was aware of a sharp knife in his vest pocket. Both of them he made sure were very easy to get to, but still concealed.
It seemed as if he couldn't trust anyone anymore. Taking in step right behind the alien he waited to see exactly what was at the end of this tunnel.
 
Inci saw his eyes change, lust and sympathy swirled in... he broke and leaned down pressing his lips against hers. She eagerly parted her own allowing his tounge entrance. Her hand dropped to his pants squeezing his hardness eagerly, wanting so badly for a release, her body tortured by the hormones that raged still.

Her lips broke the kiss momentarily as she looked down hurriedly undoing his trousers.
 
S'Halla

She moves down the tunnel in large strides, with Garret behind her.

This human annoys her with his attitude.

Hasn't she done enough by betraying her own people?

From behind her, she suddenly hears some cries. Immediately she knows what it is about.

Without slowing or looking back, she quickly explains what they can hear. "The drug is affecting Jett Starr again and is no doubt mating with your companion. Good! This will do them both some good!"

Though she is a little disappointed that he has turned to the human. She has been enjoying their couplings...
 
Jett

She leans against him as she starts undoing his trousers. He can feel her shaking, her breath coming in hard pants. He isn't faring any better.

Again the conditioning of the drug kicks in. If it is not bad enough that it forces Jett to have sex, it also makes makes him performs in various ways to give the recipient amazon maximum pleasure. Under the thrall of the drug, Jett finds himself ordering Inci back.

At first she just stares at him, confused. Her eyes blazing with passion, her body sweating.

"Jett..?"

"Go over to that ledge and strip, Commander! NOW!" he orders.

She quickly walks over to the ledge that Jett is indicating.

I am sorry, Inci! he thinks, his eyes showing his anguish as he starts to strip down...
 
Inci heard his command and her fingers still undoing the buttons, or at least attempting to do.. her fingers shook so bad. She looked up...

"Jett?"

Her dark eyes confused... lustful... pained...

At his second more harsh command she pulled herself away going to the ledge in a hurry and removing her uniform as quickly as she could.
 
It all fit into a tight little package with this species didn't it. His weapons just happen to be with her sister, those screams just happen to be of pleasure and not pain.
He couldn't help but feel something bad about her. What was she really up to? How did she even know all about these things in the city but had never tried to rebel before?
There was no way to find these things out... especially if she was really in on it.
Maybe a more round about approach.
"So, these caves don't look natural," his apparent interest in the caves now clouding a million conspiracy theories, "Did you make these yourselves? To go into the cities?"
 
He steps away from the last of his clothes as he watches Inci strip. Finally she stands there in front of him as naked as him, her supple brown body glistening with juices, her breasts sticking out firm and proud.

No wonder she was Miss Rocket Force 1951!

That thought and the sight of her reignites his inner turmoil.

This is not right! She is my second-in-command and my friend. Maybe if we met somewhere different. But not here and not like this.

But despite his misgivings, Jett cannot stop himself from moving forward, approaching Inci, only stopping when the head of his stiff shaft gently nudges the Turkish woman in the stomach...
 
S'Halla

She stops when she hears Garret's question and slowly turns back to him.

"Have you ever heard of a wyrm?" she asks.
 
Zcorr

It washes as the amazon kween dons on her clothes.

"Hsss! Hurry! We go after the humanss! Hsss!" it hisses.
 
She was breathing hard as she bit her lip wanting to jump on him right now, her eyes awash with conflicting emotions, but the lust was always there, clear and evident. Not to mentions she's naked, practically shivering, hard nipples, accelerated breathing, constantly wetting her lips with a very wet sex hunger in her eyes.

She immediately let her eyes drift down his body, it only served to torture her more as she stood still swallowing hard. Mnmmm she wished she were swallowing something hard... She groaned almost stepping forward... her commander but there was nothing she could do. She had to... it was better than betrayal... wasn't it... She didn't resist a bit as he stepped forward. She felt his cock on her belly and could resist it no longer. She immediately pressed her body tightly against his. Her nipples poked into his stomache as her tounge tried to part his lips. She half raised a leg up on his hip as she did pressing up against his shaft.
 
Jett

As soon as he feels her body against his, her mouth pressing on his, the drug induced hormones take complete control.

Seizing her roughly, his tongue breaks through into her mouth and starts hammering away while his hands cruelly grabs hold of her plump buttocks and squeeze them, his fingers digging in painfully deep, forcing her loins against his...
 
She felt his hand grabbing her ass, pressing tightly, might be bruises later, but now it didn't matter. His tounge in hers searching through it eagerly, her tounge trying to catch it but failing as he plows over it. Struggling with it then moving on...

She felt his hard member pressing against her own damp sex and she lifted her other knee up on the other side of his hip grinding her hips towards him, moaning into his lips. Her hands massaging over his back rapidly, seeking immediate gratification as she pressed tighter.
 
"Worms did this?" He looked at the walls. Scratch marks were apparent, definitely not the worms he'd seen at home. They must be huge, and mutated.
"Well, this does look like a good underground cover, but for what exactly? You go into the city all the time? Some of the time, sneaking out weapons, helping them? What exactly??"
 
Jett

They stand there, mouths joined, her legs either side of his as their hips grinding away at each other.

The need to mate is killing him.

His hands still tightly gripping her bum cheeks, he starts to lift her up, feeling her wet crotch moving up the length of shaft as the head of his cock comes nearer to the mouth of her cunt...
 
S'Halla

"Wyrms!" she corrects him.

"No, we are forbidden to enter their city. Both by my Kween and by the Cursed Ones. This", indicating the tunnel itself, "is an old burrowing. I often played her as a childling."

She suddenly freezes as she sniffs the air.

"Something's coming." she says...
 
Robot

"This unit will detonate in 21 hours, 45 minutes and 50 seconds..."
 
She continued her kissing, barely letting him breath as her tounge searched his mouth, as if her very life depended on this as if somewhere in these warm depths was the key to her survival...

But survival was based a little lower, They were pressed completely together, he rubbed on her clit, she clenched and released around his throbbing shaft, the secret to her survival was inside... god she needed his seed in her. She had to now... Zcorr might return, she needed to be filled...

The thought of Zcorr increased her feverish kissing, her fingers running acrossed his chest, tweaking his nipples and entwining her fingers in the soft hair that grew there.
 
Jett

In his fevered mind, he cannot remember when they actually became one. When his hardness had sliced into her.

Now he stands there, naked. Holding the equally naked Turkish woman to him, his erection now completely immersed inside her. He can feel her sex eagerly massaging his as she kisses him hungrily. Oh he is kissing her back just as readily, his tongue joining hers in combat.

Then another urge from the drug takes hold and he finds himself pulling her off him, throwing her to the ground. Then kneeling over her, he grabs her legs and brings them over his shoulders while placing head of his erection against her wet sex.

Then with one violent thrust, he plunges into her, causing her to cry out...
 
The Link between it and the hu-man woman suddenly surges into life.

It can feel her crying out!

She is mating.

Anger courses through it.

The Link firmly established again, it can see that the hu-man female and the male she is mating with are alone. If she can overpower him, then she can easily escape. To return to it.

Through her eyes, it sees that the male is caught up in a mating frenzy.

Hsss! The amazon love drug.

Concentrating its will, Zcorr summons the woman.

Hsss! Get away from him! Forsake him! Attack him! You are mine! Come back to me. I want you NOWWW!

It sends her images of their copulation, the sensations. Her body's reactions. Then lastly, an image of it waiting for her, its snake tool hugely erect, mouth open.

COME TO ME!!!...
 
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