Lola Lawless and the Escape From Zygus-5

The rocket ship's retro-thrusters activated as it descended towards the ground, scattering dust across the rocky plain. Zygus-5 was a desolate, pinkish-red planet of low cliffs, plateaus, and valleys carved by long-dead rivers. The planet's surface temperature was moderate, even pleasant, but the intense gamma radiation from a nearby quasar could kill a human in minutes.  

The rocket's engine cut off and quiet once again settled across the plains. A hatch open and a ramp descended. Lola Lawless, intergalactic smuggler and pirate, stepped off her ship. She made her way to the hidden entrance to the cache. Exactly where Brogus had promised. The hatch creaked open and she entered the ancient tunnel into the underground. Here, beneath the crust of Zygus-5, some life remained. She drew her particle blaster as she crept through the tunnel. 

Deep beneath the surface, she finally located the freight module containing the pleasure androids Brogus had looted from a shipment bound for the pleasure planet of Stellaria. The module was huge. Big enough to contain a hundred of the androids, each of which was worth a small fortune. Lola began to imagine how she might spend her windfall. A new rocket, maybe even buy out one of the crime families from one of the gambling stations, or start her own pirate armada. She grinned as she punched in the password to the module. 

There was a strange hum of stasis fields disengaging and the door swung open. It was dark inside the module. She took a step into the module, her boot thumping against the plating on the floor. The sound echoed through the darkness. It was empty! Brogus had lied to her!

It wasn't entirely empty. The stasis fields had been keeping a surprise for whoever opened the module. The Scuttler was as big as a bear, with four, crab-like pincer arms and four legs on which it moved. Its mouth had jaws big enough to cut Lola in half and its hardened shell was almost impervious to her particle blaster. It came towards her slowly, its crablike eyes blinking and its pincers clacking. She aimed her pistol at it, but knew it could do no harm to the creature.

Lola, from her time in the pleasure pits of Cygnus, knew something that few other knew about Scuttlers. Certainly not Brogus. Though alien and beastly, Scuttlers were quite taken by human females. In fact, they were known to forego food and the shiny objects they liked to gather as treasure in order to mate with human females. The Scuttler let out a hostile screech. It could not recognize Lola as female in her space suit! The creature began to charge towards her.

"Wait!" She cried out.

She holstered her pistol and quickly pulled down the zipper of her space suit, exposing her ample breasts and thick, pink nipples. She dropped her belt from her hips and pulled the zipper lower, exposing her slender waist, the width of her hips, and her white panties stretched taut over her mound. 

The Scuttler stopped short of her, its eye-stalks moving and its jaws clacking curiously as it watched Lola kick off her boots and shuck off her red space suit. She slipped off her panties so that the creature could see her fully naked body. She even let down her golden hair so that her long locks spilled out over her slender shoulders.

"I don't know if you speak my language," she says. "I don't know if Scuttlers speak any language, come to think of it, but I know what you like. I've seen your kind with human women before."

The Scuttler clacked its jaws and took a tentative step closer. Lola suppressed a shudder as the claws came closer to her and those huge, crab-like jaws opened and closed. One snap and they could take her head clean off. She knew she had to play this very carefully and give the big beast exactly what it desired. Not hard for her to guess about that; already a pale pink appendage had emerged from a joint in the creature's abdomen. It was as long as her forearm, with a bulbous tip that was still slender compared to the thick root. It glistened with the inner moistness of the Scuttler's carapace. 

"Feeling frisky, huh? Alright, big fella. Let's see what I can do about that..."

Lola turned to the side, glanced over her shoulder to check if some pervert was watching, and reached her arm out to the exposed abdomen of the Scuttler. Her fingers brushed against the slippery head of its alien cock. It made a hissing sound a pushed closer, thrusting its slimy meat into her grasp. It was unexpectedly warm to the touch. 

"Okay, big guy, I'll just, you know, take care of you a little," said Lola, smiling hopefully as she began to stroke the Scuttler's cock. She muttered under her breath, "The things I do to save my ass."

She pumped her hand up and down the creature's cockshaft and over the tip. A thick, clear liquid began to drip copiously from the tip of its cock and patter onto the metal plating inside the freight module. The creature made a shrill screeching sound and suddenly seized hold of Lola's shoulders with its upper claws. It pushed her roughly down to her knees on the decking inside the module.

"Hey, watch it now," she cried out, but was helpless to stop the Scuttler as it moved over top of her and prodded her face with the tip of its cock. It left a smear of its strong-smelling juice on her cheek and across her lips. 

Reflexively, she licked it from her lips and tasted the sweet, faintly tangy liquid. It tasted surprisingly good. She looked at the pink head of its cock, twitching only an inch or two in front of her face, and Lola knew what the Scuttler wanted. 

She took hold of its cock with her hand once again and began to gently stroke it. "Just my tongue, okay? I am not sticking that in my mouth."

The Scuttler's jaws clicked overhead almost as if it were answering her. She took a deep breath and leaned her face closer to the Scuttler's musky cockhead. She ran her tongue lightly over the tip. It was delicious! She gave it another lick and another. She began to moan and softly lap her tongue around the ridge of the alien's cockbulge. The fat bulb pressed against her lips. She kissed and rubbed it back and forth against her mouth as she stroked the alien with her hand.

"Oh, alright," she murmured to herself. With no one around to judge her, Lola couldn't resist. She took the Scuttler's cock into her mouth and began to suck. At once, the flow of its oily juice increased and she began to gulp down the freely-flowing alien precum. 

She tightened her lips around the Scuttler's cock and began to bob. As she sucked, she pressed a hand between her thighs, massaging her swollen cuntlips and tickling her clit. She moaned around the alien cock, her sucking growing more vigorous as her pleasure grew beneath her fingers. "Mmmmmmmmm!"

Lola's pale cheeks glowed red and her soft breasts heaved as she bobbed her head beneath the Scuttler. Her lips stretched wide as she took the alien cock to he back of her throat. Her tongue massaged beneath his shaft as she pumped three fingers in and out of her steamy cunt. She let go of all restraints, fucking against her fingers eagerly as she gurgled and slurped on alien cock.

Her efforts were rewarded with a loud screech of pleasure. Suddenly, alien cum was pumping straight down her throat. She gulped what she could of the hot alien cockjuice, but as she pulled back, it filled her mouth and overflowed, dripping in long, sticky strands from her chin and onto her heaving breasts. The pungent scent of it filled her nose as some of the cum backflowed into her sinuses. There was so much, she felt as if she might drown, but she did not relent, eagerly fucking herself and sucking on the Scuttler's filthy cock.

The alien clacked its mouth parts contentedly and scuttled back from her, pulling its still-hard cock from her mouth with a wet slurp. She gasped, looking up in disappointment at the creature. 

"You came so quickly," she said. "I know I'm good, but you have to work on your self-control. And I need to fuck."

Lola followed the creature deeper into the darkness of the freight module. It seemed to fill the space and yet she advanced, her shapely hips swaying and her pussy practically dripping with her lust. The Scuttler was trapped and could not escape Lola's lust. She squatted beneath it, pushing her ass back and rubbing her firm bottom along the underside of the Scuttler's spent cock. The drooping length began to stir in moments and the alien hissed with new desire, reaching down to almost tenderly stroke her flanks with its lower claws. 

"Yeah, you need this pussy, don't you?" She laughed, tilting her hips and letting the alien cock rub against her gold-tufted cunt. "You need to give me that alien cum deep inside my human pussy, don't you?"

The Scuttler clicked its mouth-parts and give her hips a pinch. She squealed and pushed back, skewering her steamy pussy on the huge alien cock. It was everything the young pirate had been craving during those long hours alone on her rocket ship. She bucked her hips and fucked back against the Scuttler's cock, skewering her hungry channel deep until the tapered head of the alien cock prodded her womb. She fucked back again and again, bouncing her ass, her plump tits swinging beneath her.

"OHhhhh yes, I'm cumming," she cried as the pleasure took hold. She rode back hard against the alien cock and the Scuttler let out a long hiss of pleasure. As her pussy fluttered and clutched at the alien's plunging pink prick, that cock began to throb and spew a fresh load of alien jizz deep into her thirsty cunt. She slammed back, taking his cock deep, his slimy cum overflowing her pussy and dripping down her thighs. "Ohhhh, yes, you're so much better than my orgas-o-matic."

The freight module echoed with alien screeches and human cries of pleasure for hours. At last, the blonde pirate limped out, zipping up her space suit. She returned to her cockpit to find a message waiting for her. It was Brogus, no doubt gloating about his trap. She opened the message. It read simply, "There were cameras in that freight module."

Lola groaned. Brogus was going to use that vid as leverage against her. Worse, it wouldn't be the first time she was blackmailed over an alien sextape. There was that warlord on Arachnus and then the Cephalid operative on Oceanicus. She had to stop fucking aliens. 

She shifted in her seat, feeling her tender bottom still leaking alien slime. 

"I have to stop fucking aliens," she repeated, knowing even as she said it that would never happen. With a sigh, she typed a text message to Brogus. "What do you want?"

"Come to the pirate station around Furionus-8," replied the alien crimelord. "We can discuss terms over dinner."

She had an unpleasant idea of what "dinner" meant with that alien pervert. But she had no choice...