There were three things of which I could be absolutely certain.
1. If I didn't escape soon, I was going to brutally executed.
2. I could escape whenever I wanted.
3. One of my captors was packing a huge cock, so I was really on the fence about things one and two.
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"Stand up, bitch! It's time for your trial!" one of the brutes shouted at me as he knocked his fist against the metal wall that emitted the containment field.
"Aw, couldn't you have sent me the black-haired one with the broad shoulders?" I pouted.
"Why would I do that?"
"A prisoner is entitled to her last meal," I beamed.
"Just stand the fuck up and get over here, cunt."
"His loss." I stood and complied. He tapped a few buttons on the console I knew to be on the other side of my cell and the force field dropped with a dying hum.
His partner—also not the hung, hot guard I wanted— pointed his concussion rifle at me as I freely offered my hands to the brute.
"Try not to pinch my tits this time." I smiled with the request. He slapped the grav-cuffs onto my wrists and they whipped together, pinching my breasts in exactly the way I'd asked him not to. If there was one thing I hated about being imprisoned above the low-quality food, the beatings, the casual abuse, and of course, the smell, it was almost never being allowed to have even a bra.
I'm sure for the usual criminals, even the female ones, that sort of ammenity was understandaby absent, underwire could be used as a weapon and it's not like it mattered if their tits bounced a little more while they were walked to the decorporializer. But when you're saddled with a pair of MMM-cup shirt-rippers like mine, bralessness is a downright cruel and unusual punishment. My girls ached for relief from their own weight as much as they longed for some affectionate handling.
I trudged between them, the blue-and-grey jumpsuit straining to hold together around my curves. If there was any real victim here, it was the clothing. At least they allowed me a hair tie, my platinum blonde pony-tail was high and tight, except for a single errant strand that fell between my pale purple eyes.
The march led us into a crowded court-room; perhaps a hundred people had stuffed themselves into the public bench areas to finally see me get mine, different aliens, and androids, and humans like me, all champing at the bit. They were a picnic compared to the judge, the old bastard had a scowl that could have melted Nusteel and I didn't think he was going to be feeling particularly merciful.
I kissed the air, then blew; not being able to use my hands made the gesture somewhat less clear, but I think my adoration for my public was obvious. The lawyer who would be speaking against me was actually kind of cute. I lamented not having time to get him naked and seeing if he was worth my time, but those pretty black curls would have to get sweaty over some other space-slag for the forseeable future.
My lawyer, a public defender, was by contrast, the least sexy thing I had ever seen. He was of an alien species I had yet to encounter, but it was as though he were fashioned of the imperfections of humans all wadded up into a big bunch. His suit was actually a thick coat of fur that grew from his back, his head was bald save for a single curly patch in the center. His chest was concave and his gut an outward jutting oval that jiggled when he moved. That made sense, they would have picked him for maximum failure and looking like this, any argument he put forth (in what I assumed would be a wimpy, nasal voice, just to complete the picture) would be ignored by the jury.
To be fair, I was guilty as sin and twice as attractive.
OoO
"Vanity Nova, for thirteen years your reign of terror throughout the seven solar-systems has been the stuff of true infamy. In the wake of your passage, there have been fortunes worth of robbery and looting, untold expenses in property damage, scores of kidnapped women and men an–"
I interrupted him, "Correction Your Honor. Kidnapped men. The women all came willingly. They wanted their own lives and power in the world and I gave it to them."
The Judge scowl-smirked at my outburst. "You know, Miss Nova, you might want to consider disputing claims the prosecution makes in their entirety next time. When you jump in to correct one point like that it almost makes it seem like everything else you didn't correct is true in your opinion as well."
"It is," I said, beaming, and the judge went back to scowl-scowling.
"Then I see no reason to go on. Ladies, gentleman, nueterkin, hyperdimensional, bacterial and all varying identifiers therrein, before you sits a woman who admits to her crimes and is unrepentant for them. Keep that in mind as she speaks in her defense and know in your hearts and various other organs and metaphorical constructs that you have no choice but to vote guilty in your deliberations."
"Would you like to take the stand, Miss Nova?" The judge asked.
"I would, Your Honor," I said.
"Bailif, escort Miss Nova to the bar." The judge instructed. My heart leapt as he came from the back, it was the hung stud! So that was why he wasn't with the other guards, he'd been picked for court duty today. Now that I had my prize I could escape!
I let him lead me to the stand, grinning as he stood to the side and clasped his hands in front of my prize's prize, the one that dangled between his legs.
"What do you have to say in your defense, Miss Nova?" the judge asked.
"Well your honor, and all you fucks in the jury box, I'm gonna keep this short and to the point. Today is about truth, is it not? Let's have some. I comitted all the crimes of which I stand accused, and a number that haven't even been brought up. I'm also guilty of being a cheat at cards, a lush, and certainly a bit of a slut. Now that that's all clear, let's have more honesty, shall we? This is a kangaroo court that will not allow you to think for yourselves because it isn't what society wants you to do. My crimes have largely been victimless, and where there were victims, trust me that they fucking deserved it. In addition, all the guards but the one to my left have teeny tiny penises and I suspect their life of protective service is to cover for the insecurity they all feel because of this. And lastly, since we are speaking the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I'm fucking out of here!"
With those words I abruptly dived left, my tongue peeling the adhesive strip from the roof of my hard palette to allow the Pill containing Hrunja extract to disolve in my mouth. At the same time I wrapped my leg's around stud-boy's torso and used my cuffed hands as a sort of loop to shove his face between my massive breasts. Guards aimed weapons and people hollared, but all that was just a glimpse before the extract kicked in and the pair of us faded from sight.
OoO
I had trained to withstand the disorienting effects of Hrunja, which was what gave me advantage over the poor bailif. By the time he was done gasping for breath, and, I suspected, his vision was be clearing I already had my knees trapping his arms to the ground and was letting my tits do what they did best: rest heavily. I could feel his feeble attempts to breath as I ground the big mounds into the ground around his face. I spoke directly into his ear.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully. With my boobs on you like this you have maybe two minutes, possibly three if you can really hold your breath before you go unconcious from oxygen loss. If you're smart, you'll reach back, as painful a position as it may be, and use your fingerprint to deactivate the cuffs that I'm using to hold you in this near-fatal position. If you're not, you'll die, and I'll just have to find another way to dump the cuffs later, but I'm not keeping you alive if you don't prove cooperative. Clear?"
He paused a moment. The hot ones were almost never smart, but finally he did as I had instructed. The second the cuffs deactivated I snatched his weapon from the strap around his shoulder and pointed it so that it was the first thing he saw when he finally rescued his face from my vast expanse of titflesh.
"I am so fired," he groaned.
"Aw, don't fret dearie, you're going to have a job with me from now on."
"What?"
"You heard the trial. I kidnap men. Well, it starts out as kidnapping, but eventually they almost always end up liking it. I think you will too."
"You're free, what good am I to you as a hostage?"
"Oh no, not a hostage, hon. You're gonna be in my harem."
"You're what?"
"You're the whole reason I'm here."
"Why?"
"Think back to the night your band managed to capture me. Do you remember what you were doing before you stumbled on my crashed ship?"
"Uh, we patroled awhile, we landed on the planet, that stuff?"
"No. You took a piss."
"What?"
"You and one of the other guards put down your guns, went over to the bush, you hauled out your big fat limp swinging dick and took a piss. I was watching from my hiding spot. That's why I didn't run when the rest of your boys came from the other way; I was mesmerized."
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
"You're the most dangerous criminal in the entire galaxy and we brought you in because you saw my cock!?"
"You got it."
An odd little smirk crept over his face and he blushed a little. "You know, that's actually quite flattering."
"Well in my defense, it's a very big dick."
"That's what the other guys always say, but--"
"Shhhh!" I raised a clench fist as I shushed him, "your nano-cocked coworkers are gonna be looking for us, we've got to find somewhere to lay low for the night, then we'll be hooking up with The Audacity in the morning."
"You've got to be kidding me. Why do you think I'll implicate myself?"
"I'm the one with the gun," I explained. "Now move those three legs and march."
"I'm not a Sirius Sigma 9 Alien, I don't have three legs," he protested as he began to walk.
"Yeah," I said, gently patting the bulge of his penis with the rifle-stalk, "you keep telling yourself that."
OoO
We found a decent clearing. It would suit my purposes nicely, from the soft moss to the obscuring trees that would keep us from view.
"Now we're going to sleep," I said, gesturing for a particularly dense patch of arboreal softness with the gun.
"I'm going to stay awake. Then, when you go to sleep, I'm going to get away or get my gun back. You might as well just surrender now."
I laughed, "That's exactly where you're wrong, tripod, you're about to be very sleepy."
"What?" He didn't have time to think as I pulled the trigger, bursts of field-contained magma burst out in red-hot lines, he screamed in panic as I fired again and again, then blew the smoke coming from the barrel as I admired my handiwork.
His pants were melted slag, his perfect cock hanging free and limp, drooping admirably over a pair of balls the size of valencia oranges. I pointed the gun back at him.
"Hands behind your head and close your eyes," I commanded as I closed the distance between us.
Blind, terrified and possibly hungry, he would was probably shocked when he felt the heat of my saliva licking and lapping across the surface of his massive testicles. I worked hard, letting the tip of my tongue slip into his scrotum's many wrinkles and creases, slavishly polishing the fear-sweat from them, warming them, loving how they descended in lusty fullness as he relaxed.
I'd come back to them later, but I had to pay respect to the massive appendage that had so caught my attention. I seized the middle of it, loving how heavilly it drooped in limpness as I pursed my lips and kissed the head, tonguing deep beneath his foreskin, swirling around his extra-sensitive head with a deep lusty moan to let him know how I was enjoying the flavor of him.
He was beginning to fill out now, and I took the time to get the rest of his shaft coated in slobber, giving flat-tongued licks up and down the sides, bathing the veins that criss-crossed along the bottom of his cock, nibbling and slurping my way up the tip with sloppy mouth-motions, letting drool spill from my lips, running in rivulets up and down his lengthening shaft, slipping into that foreskin, dripping from those nuts.