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Hera rolled 47 vs Athena’s 94

The surprise passes quickly, and you think hard, but the name Vincent Fox does not ring any bells. You push the thoughts away and charge the would be gladiator. As you close, she swipes her baton at you. Bending deeply, you duck under it and dart to the side. Thinking you have an opening, you reach forward, only to be delivered a strong blow with the shield, stunning you just long enough for the baton to smack into your leg, dropping you to one knee. A surge of pleasure nearly drives you to a face down position, as the drug coating the baton seeps into your skin.

The feeling passes quickly, as the symbiote drinks in the sexual energy, and with it, changing your outfit once more. You find yourself once again in the sports bra, but now in a pair of running shorts, tight enough to allow quite a bit of cameltoe to show. The crowd goes wild.

Thinking quickly, you slap your opponent's thigh and roll out of range, causing her second strike to miss. The glove does its work, and a spreader bar pops between her legs, greatly inhibiting her movement. You see her blush slightly. The crowd goes crazy with the development, and as you scan the mass you see people in various stages of undress as the romantic gas in the air begins to send people into and exhibitionist frenzy.

“ALL right folk, looks like things are getting heated, let's raaaise the stakes!” The announcer calls of the loudspeaker.

The chain barrier between the ring and the crowd lowers, leaving only two vertical feet between you and the mass of horny spectators.

Hera

HP 7/8 (Alloy Bones)

Orgasm 40%

-Triple Jointed

-Tech integrated Armband

-Hyper Dense Cillia

- Symbiote Suit (Gym slut)

Psych Blaster (5/5)

Night-Night Pen (0/1)

Collar glove (1/2)

Dark Frequency Radio

Minion Chip Schematics

Empathy Uplink Schematics

Super sensitive skin schematics

50 credits

Athena (Spreader bar)

Orgasm 32%

HP 5/5

-Quick Reflexes

- Bondage Kink

-???

Unknown shield

Aphrodisiac Baton

What now:

A.) Well, she can't dodge, let's try to hit her with the blaster

B.) Try and push her to the edge, the crowd will take care of her

C.) Let's, dart in behind and try to get another restraint on her

*D.) Rush in for a leg sweep, she’ll fall, and be much less dangerous. Not to mention all the fun we could have.

>>32424

I'm going to pick up where you left off as soon as possible. Worst case scenario will be Saturday.

With an incredible burst of strength, you send your opponent… absolutely nowhere. The small bump your efforts cause go basically unnoticed by Athena, who touches the rod to the sensitive lips of your labia. Your world explodes in a cloud of magnificent pleasure as a bloom of pink forms in front of your closed eyes. You bury the the moan that borders on a scream as your legs twitch, and you feel a warm rush building, just as you are about to burst, it leaves, and the tight round ass of your opponent disappears.

Athena drags Hera across the ring, the quivering mess of hormones practically insane with lust and subservience. With a press of one boot, she rolls her into a crowd of horny onlookers, and raises her hands victorious as she is declared the winner. About 4 seconds later, the leash on her is pulled, as the crowd ravages Hera, and she is pulled into the orgy with her progenitor.

Your vision rolls, and hands are everywhere. The first one your boiling senses are able to recognize is the thumb the is promptly slipped into your ass. You jerk upward in a cry of surprise, just in time for the first of many cocks, to be stuffed into your mouth. The salty tang of perspiration mingles with the tastes of flesh and precum as the rod is feverishly pumped into your mouth. Some detached part of you wants to be back in the ring, but the burning need in you loves this. You plunge down on the invading penis triggering the explosion of cum, which you swallow greedily. You drop your tongue out and another cock is slapped down of it, and you begin pumping it as well.

The thumb in your ass is removed and replaced by a warm rod, as the first penetration of the orgy is initiated. You hear a cry and a stumble, and as you are rotated stomach up, your opponent is dropped onto you, the collar having pulled her down into the mob as well. The cock that you have been drooling on pulls out and coats your face in a hot icing, which you love. Your hands laced behind Athena's head, you bring her in for a kiss. The salt mixing between your tongues sends shivers down her spine. As she is pulled back, you see that one of the mod has torn her pants open, and with gratuitous lube, inserted the baton into her ass, rendering the girl a quivering mess of sexual stimulus. The cock that has been ramming your ass finally squirts, giving you the wonderful warm feeling a thick spunk is pumped into you. The faces of the crowd are indistinct, not that you really care in your state, the next orgasm is building, and the symbiote squirming inside your brain is having an all you can eat buffet.

A cock smaller than most lines up over your dripping folds and plunges in, giving you another bloom of pink in your clouded vision. Another, much larger joins it, stretching you. You don't bother moaning, as the second your mouth opens, a pair of cocks are shoved in. You aren't even able to properly give them a blowjob in their eagerness, mostly they are able to rub twitching penises on the insides of your cheeks before exploding, filling them like a slutty chipmunk. Another two replace them as the pair of fuck sticks in your pussy begin to piston and pick up rhythm. A mouth latches onto your ass, sucking the cum out of the abused hole. Given the make-up of the audience, and the gentle flicks of tongue, you assume it is Athena. You are unable to confirm for some time as the quartet of penises pounding you take quite a long time to finally blow their loads. The sexual fever of the orgy is electric. As you pull yourself up into a sitting position in the sea of groping hands, you see it was Athena, still below. You hear a chant start to rise up in the crowd “Bu…Ka….Ke”, like a war cry, the crowd starts at a murmur as a circle forms around the two of you. A chorus made of a combination of slapping flesh and the chant rises louder and louder. You are dropped to the floor in a heap as the circle closes in, a wall of dicks being slapped and jerked; the chant reaching a crescendo.

“Bu! Ka! Kaaaaaee!” The crowd roars as the torrent starts. The first seven loads strike you all over, like flecks of hot water. You grab Athena and pull her to you, the sticky cum binding the two of you in a sapphic embrace. Cum rains down like a monsoon as the crowd constantly switches rows, your arms and hair are covered in a thick glaze as you and Athena pass a thick wad between lips, your orgasm hitting finally as you grind on each other's entwined legs. As your mind begins to break, you can hear your own voice as if from far away.

“Oh God, fuck me sis, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

And Athena’s as well “You like that you dirty cum slut? You want more? Come here.”

The torrent of semen continues to drizzle around you as your vision blurs. Four hours later, Erica and Gallywix will find the pair of you curled up together, all hour holes gaping and cum filled.

>>32451

Man, what a great read. I really, really loved it! Hera is pretty good at staying out of trouble, and I think this is the first time anyone's actually come inside of her before. If you don't mind Nonny, I think a pregnancy roll is in order.

Please guys, don't fuck this up. We don't want to get knocked up by some random shmuck from a cage fighting show!

Give me an impregnation roll. An epic fail will result in pregnancy.

It’s quiet now, and all around you there are bright dots of light. Small beacons of life in an otherwise dark universe, promises of life and meaning in a cold and all encompassing space. You can see your naked body from above, watching yourself in silence as you float through the nothingness. There are voices in the distance, whispers and words that you cannot make out. Voices that feels familiar but that you cannot recognize.

“She is complete.” A man says, and you can feel a warmth bubbling up inside of you, filling you as the man speaks again. “She is beautiful, my daughter.” He says, as another voice makes itself known.

It’s the voice of a young girl whose words ring out in blend of fear and anger. “Who’s that daddy? Who is she!?”

The warmth inside of you dissipates, and the cold of deep space finds its way into your bones. “She’s your sister Athena. Your little sister!” The man says, his voice ringing proud and clear.

“I DON’T WANT HER DADDY! MAKE HER GO AWAY!”

There’s a deafening thunder as the world collapses in onto itself, and the stars crumble and darkness overwhelms you.

“Ah!?” You breathe as you sit up in the bed, the silken sheets falling from your chest.

Panting you stare straight forward, the symbiote-tee shirt feeling sticky against your smooth skin. Sweat lines your brow, and you look around trying to make out where you are. As you get your breathing under control your senses starts returning to you and you realize you’re on your ship in the captain’s bed. The thundering noise is still there, and you push your sheet to the side to stand up. Walking up to the large panorama window alongside of your cabin you can see a belt of asteroids not too far away, and you realize that the noise comes from the ship’s thrusters as you’re slowing down.

You stretch your stiff body, standing up on your toes and yawning. Clearing your throat you order the ship’s computer to turn on the lights, and the window in front of you shifts to a massive mirror. You’re a mess. You’re sweaty, your hair is all but disheveled and you can still feel the strange aftertaste of cum in your mouth. Your last fight flashes before your eyes, a split second image of a sea of cocks surrounding you and a myriad of greedy hands touching you all over. Your heart starts thumping faster as you remember what happened, and without really knowing why you let your hand slide down to your stomach. With so many men having fucked you… what if?

There’s a mechanical sound as the door to your room opens, and Erica steps inside. The slimegirl’s body is an icy blue, and she swallows hard before speaking up.

“Captain?” She asks carefully, waiting for you to reply.

“Uhm, hey.” You say, turning to Erica.

“I just wanted to check on you.” She says, looking from you to the floor.

“I’m alright Erica. I just need to get a shower. I still smell.” You say with a grimace.

Relieved that you’re not angry with her, Erica giggles. “I’m happy you’re fine captain. I’ll get some breakfast going while you shower and we’ll talk after.”

You nod in reply, and the symbiote morphs into a towel wrapped around your breasts and a pair of pink slippers. Following Erica you walk out of the room and into the corridor, following her while the two of you chitchat. There’s a strange tension between you as Erica still seems a bit worried. Just when you’re about to ask her about it you arrive at the door to the showers.

“Well. I better go see to that breakfast.” She says, turning around. At the end of the corridor you can see Gallywix.

“Does she know?” He whispers a bit too loudly, and Erica gestures for him to keep quiet.

“Not now.” She hisses.

Give me a 35+ awareness roll to see if you manage to overhear what Erica and Gallywix is whispering about.

Stepping into the shower room you let the door remain slightly open. Standing perfectly still you try to keep your breath down. At first you can’t hear them, but as you close your eyes and focus you’re able to make their words out.

“I ain’t lying to the boss lady Erica. I don’t care what you think smiley.” Gallywix mutters.

“Look. I’m not telling you that you should lie. Just don’t tell her yet. Of course I’ll tell her, but she should get a chance to calm down and eat something first.” Erica replies with intensity.

“I don’t know…” Gallywix says, and you can hear the flicking noise of a lighter.

“I wish you’d stop smoking all the time.” Erica sighs. “Look. If she finds out we brought that girl back to the ship she’ll freak out. Do you really want her to go blast Athena in the face? What if that man – Vincent something – is out to get her. This girl might be our best chance at finding out what’s going on.”

There’s a drawn out silence, and your can feel the sticky sweet smell of Gallywix’s cigar thanks to your hyper dense cilia. It makes you grimace as your thoughts are all over the place. If they brought that girl back to the ship, surely they must have put her in one of the cells? Why did they even bother in the first place?

“Fine. I won’t say shit, but I’ll be in my room. Did you know they broadcasted that fight live? It’s all over the interstellar net and hits on my website are through the roof. I’ve gotten at least two dozen request from various model agencies this morning.”

“You think Hera would lower herself to pose nude for perverts like you to look at her? Are you for real?” Erica spits.

Once again Gallywix thinks for a few moments. “Maybe.” He finally says. “The ship needs repairing, we got to hire a lawyer to fight the cage-fighting company for the rights to the gangbang footage and we’re down to fifty credits. If you’ve got a better idea on how to make cash, let me know.”

Erica doesn’t even reply to this, and you can hear her steps clatter against the floor as she storms off.

“Thought not.” Gallywix scoffs.

A. Follow Erica and confront her about bringing Athena aboard.

B. Go talk to Gallywix about what happened during the cage fight.

C. Go look for Athena without telling anyone.

D. Just take a shower and let things settle down before you do anything else.

Hot water runs down your hair and shoulders as you’re standing in the shower with your forehead pressed against the foggy class. Wrapped in a shroud of warm steam you close your eyes. With trembling fingers you press a red arrow on the wall, and the shower coughs as it spits out blazing hot water all over you. You shiver, yelping as the liquid hits your body. In your mind you’re back at the arena, hearing the roaring of the crowd as there’s an endless stream of cum raining down over you.

Your hand slides down between your legs, and with a whimper you press your fingers against your reddened little nub. The roaring of the crowd grows louder, and your fingers go faster, rubbing your precious core to the humiliating memory. The sensation that spreads through your body makes you dizzy and you have to lean forward to press your breasts against the glass not to fall.

In the back of your mind you can feel it again, the hands all over your body, the thick members invading your most precious space and the seed of faceless men shooting into and onto you. One part of you wants to scream and flail, to take your blaster to those men who wronged you. But at the same time you felt relieved. It was the feeling of being free from responsibility, not having to care and look out for all those people in your life, and not having to work from contract to contract. In that very moment where you couldn’t fight the lusty crowd anymore you had just let go, and it had been so easy.

“Mmhm fuuck.” You mewl, trying to bite back the next moan.

“Aaah, oh GOD! Fuck me!” You cry out, your body spasming as you climax.

Sinking down onto your knees you can feel the warm water splash over your face, a silly smile spreading over your face as you hear thousands of voices chanting your name.

A little while later you’re standing in front of the mirror in the shower room, the symbiote morphing between different outfits as you watch. You think about the conversation between Gallywix and Erica, and conclude that you’ve probably got a better chance to get some clarity if you speak to Gallywix. But how are you going to approach him? Either you chew him out, and make clear who the captain is, or you could always appeal to his more… sensitive side… and trick him into telling you what you want.

A. Have the symbiote morph into a captains uniform and go put Gallywix in his place.

B. Let the symbiote morph into something more revealing, and apply some extra makeup before you go and speak to the goblin.

You hesitate for a moment before reaching into a cabinet and taking out one of your favorite lipsticks. “Galactic Rogue” it says on the side in thin swirling red letters. Leaning forward pouting before the mirror, you apply a generous coat of red to your full lips. Pleased with the result you tilt your head to the side and smile at your reflection.

“Braids.” You think, blinking a few times as the symbiote starts to morph.

The writhing alien mass that’s attached to you scared you a little bit the first few times it morphed, but you’ve become used it. Effortlessly it changes between a captain’s uniform and a schoolgirl’s outfit, finally settling on something in between. The black and red color of the captain’s uniform is kept, but the skirt and sleeveless top you’re wearing is closer to what you think a cheerleader might wear.

The top itself is black, but with two long red stripes running down over your breasts. It’s tight enough around your chest to make it bulge, and the skirt is not much better, ending well above your knees. Frowning at the mirror, you think as you’re attempting to communicate with the symbiote.

“Isn’t this all a bit too much? I mean, Gallywix is already a huge pervert.”

As if to spite you, the skirt creeps up another inch and is now so short it barely covers your round butt. Rolling your eyes and shaking your head in response you turn around to walk out, popping up well above the ground as the symbiote spawns a pair of black high heels.

A few minutes later you’re standing outside of Gallywix’s quarters, and the distinct sound of a certain cage fight is accompanied by ferocious thudding. Opening the door and stepping inside you catch Gallywix with his pants down, one hand wrapped around his cock as he’s watching the recorded footage of you being gangbanged.

“BOSSLADY!? I’m sorry I just- uhm…” He tries to excuse himself, alt-tabbing to switch screens on his monitor as he’s frantically pulling up his pants.

A. Scold the naughty goblin.

B. Embarrass him.

Tilting your head to the side you look down at Gallywix. The normally so confident goblin is now blushing, his cheeks flushed red with the embarrassment of being caught literally with his pants down. Scampering up from his chair Gallywix holds two hands in front of his engorged shame while he’s mumbling inaudible excuses.

“I – I thought you were still in the shower.” He stammers with downcast eyes.

Bending over, pushing the bulging cloth of your tight top in the goblin’s face you place one finger under his chin and lift his face upwards. The hue of Gallywix’s green skin has taken on a deep reddish tone, and as he tries to speak you put a finger over his lips to silence him.

“Oh Gally dear, what was that thing you were watching?” You say, flicking your finger over his nose.

“Ouch! It was nothing boss – I just-“

“Nothing huh?” You say with a pout, grabbing the goblin’s shoulder and spinning him around towards the monitor.

Picking up the monitor with one hand you wrap the other around the goblin’s torso and pull him back towards you. Your breasts presses against the back of Gallywix’s head, and when you look down you can see the green member twitching in response. Pressing a button on the remote Gallywix’s monitor comes alive, the gangbang footage playing on repeat.

“What a naughty little goblin you’ve been.” You coo, reaching down to pull his hand away from his cock.

Your dexterous fingers wrap around the green member, and you can feel the familiar fleshy warmth of a man’s member against the palm of your hand once again. Slowly you start stroking him, letting your milky white hand travel the length of the green shaft. You go faster, leaning down to whisper into Gallywix’s ear.

“Be a good little goblin and tell me what you and Erica were whispering about.” You breathe into his ear, nibbling slightly at his earlobe.

The goblin’s breathes heavily, leaning backwards against you as he groans. “Ah boss, I’m gonna-“

“No you’re not.” You say, your fingers clenching down around the base of Gallywix’s member just as he’s about to come.

The goblin’s green cock twitches and throbs, desperate for release. “You’re not going to come before you tell me everything I want to know.” You whisper, staining Gallywix’s throat with your red lipstick as you kiss his neck.

“F-FUCK!” He groans.

Give me a 35+ interrogation roll.

“Come on, be my good little goblin and do as you’re told.” You whisper, letting your tongue run up along his neck.

The goblin’s cock violently twitches as Gallywix lets out a loud groan. “ARGH, Oh fuck! I-I’ll tell you everything! Just please let me cum!” He begs, his voice ringing out with torment. “Just please boss, I’ll never lie to you again.”

“Oh I’m sure you won’t.” You say as your grip hardens around his member.

“IT WAS ERICA’S IDEA!” He cries out, writhing around under your firm grip. “She was the one who told me we should bring Athena on board. She’s in the guest room. Please, please just let me cum!”

“So you brought the girl who humiliated me back onto MY ship and put her in the guestroom instead of the cell?” You say with a hint of anger in your voice.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you can hear the familiar voice of the symbiote stirring, pumped up and excited by the heightened sexual energy. “Give him to me. For a time.”

“Only until I say come off.” You reply in your thoughts, and a small writhing mass rolls down your arm towards Gallywix’s cock.

The gooey black liquid trails down from your fingers and onto the green member, wrapping itself around the base in a thin black ring. At the base of the ring it forms a small padlock before it settles. When you let go Gallywix immediately falls down onto his knees, panting as his abused cock twitches. You put the tip of your shoe against Gallywix’s shoulder and push him down onto his back.

“And what was that thing about model agencies? Were you thinking of selling that video Gally?” You ask, putting your heel against his balls.

Groaning Gallywix replies through gritted teeth. “I just… We need the money… They offered a lot of credits for it…”

“How much?”

“Six hundred for the rights to display the video online, one thousand if you agreed to a photoshoot to be on the cover of the film!”

You pause for a moment, twisting your heel just a little. Was the little green shit serious?

A. Agree to the lewd proposal.

B. Refuse, you don't need money that much.

C. Tell him you'll think about it.

>>32523

B

Seriously, after that we will never get a serious contract again.

We lost against some whore in gladiator armor, a dildo and a shield, while we were decked out with a sleepy pen, some hyper duper blaster and a fucking cuff-automaton.

If this shit hits the net we can say good bye to adventuring with anywhere close to a decent wage.

>>32526

This is a semi important point. It's not like you won't get any normal contracts ever again, but people might react to you differently, and trying to intimidate people might get harder.

Quick cash has consequences.