Naked Planet Ch. 02

This is not happening! she told herself.

"Yup, and skipper sure picked a good one," he agreed as he brushed aside Gwen's lovely black hair. "But he had first dibs. Had to, you know, break in the mare himself before letting the rest of us have a ride! Believe me, if it weren't for that, we'd have had you on your back your first night aboard—line would've been out the hatch all the way to the cargo bays!"

"Go fuck yourself!" she breathed.

"Oh, no need—not when we've got a chesty little thing like you in front of us. Aw, don't be ashamed, honey." He smirked as he pried Gwen's thighs apart to admire her lovely patch of black hair down below. "You were always gonna end up taking one for the team! Or five..."

"Let me go!" yelled Gwen. "I'm a science officer, not some... whore you can take advantage of!"

"Really, you sure about that?" laughed Ransom. "I didn't know bra size was a job qualification for science officer! So, what were you doing in the skipper's quarters, Miss Science Officer? Taking his temperature with your pussy?"

Ransom lowered himself toward her snatch. Gwen tried to twist free, but locked in a firm grip, all she managed was to writhe bustily at him. Moments later, his tongue was in her sex. She bit her lip as she suppressed a moan. She was already wet from masturbating, and his enthusiastic lapping at the clit felt maddeningly good. She exhaled sharply as she thrashed her head from side to side, as if denying that he was making a wanton hussy of her. Misha leaned close behind her ear, and Gwen felt his fat, throbbing erection against her back. He peered over her shoulder down at her crotch.

"In Soviet Union, women have equal rights, like this. It is nice, yes? We make you, how you say? Finish?" He chortled. "After, you make us finish."

Gwen whimpered as Ransom's mustache, slick with her juices, tickled her nether lips. She pleaded with herself. Don't come. Her teammates wanted to justify forcing themselves on her by making her come, by guilting and slut-shaming her. But she did not want this, and she was determined not to puff their egos with an orgasm. If they wanted her, they would have to do all the work themselves. She would not give them the pleasure of dirtying her pride like some cheap prostitute—like she had with Ellison recently. Whatever you do, don't come.

An embarrassingly short time afterward, she came.

Gwen was simply too aroused from her escapade at the waterfall, and Ransom's unexpectedly skillful cunnilingus pushed her already overloaded sex drive over the line. There was no hiding it: she melted loudly into a feverish, squealing mess as she was brought unwillingly to climax. She gripped mindlessly at his hair as she cried out, shuddering from the waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

"Da, da, da," whispered Misha in her ear as she let off a series of raw, husky moans.

She squirmed as Ransom continued licking her clit, her orgasm long having subsided. Finally, she collapsed back limply on the Russian's chest, breathless. He no longer held her; they both knew she was no longer capable of sexually defending herself. The two men both chuckled, and the Texan patted her appreciatively on the thigh. She had put on a good show. But they were just getting started. Gwen whimpered in despair as her teammates guided her, gently but firmly, onto all fours.

"No, wait a minute, guys! Danny..." she begged as her hands and knees sank into the soft, downy moss.

"Shh shh..." hushed Ransom, lovingly running a hand over her smooth skin. "No use trying to fight. You already passed the 'whore' test! You know you're gonna get it, so might as well try to enjoy yourself! We're gonna turn you into a little fuck-doll now."

How was this happening again, and so soon? Her eyes darted about, desperately and vainly searching for a way out of this predicament. She cursed herself for letting Wade storm off. But would it have made any difference? Could he have stoppedthis? More likely, he would have ended up an impotent witness to what was shaping up to be a very raunchy afternoon.Gwen took it as a minor consolation that he was not around to watch her proven wrong.

Misha gave Gwen a sharp smack on the ass. Ransom followed suit on her other cheek. The spanks reverberated through the jungle glade. She fought to steady her breathing and calm her pounding heart. It was hardly her first time getting her butt slapped, but it felt different this time. The men felt different. Less like naughty schoolboys and more triumphant, proprietary. They were not sneaking around anymore. Misha dropped a shiny object in front of her.

"Pick it up," he ordered.

She did. It was a coin, a Soviet ruble. Did they expect her to flip it? For what? She could only imagine it was one thing: they were planning to take turns on her. She was being violated against her will, she knew, no matter how readily and enjoyably her body responded to it. It was a given that lewd things would be done to her in quick succession and without permission, but she nevertheless felt indignation at the thought that they would rather consult a coin than her.

"So, Daniil," inquired Misha. "Heads or tails?"

"Heads," answered Ransom.

Misha grinned and patted her butt as if she were a prize pony. He clicked his tongue: a prompt to toss the coin. Gwen opened her mouth to object, to protest in some way, but no useful words came to mind. She could not believe she was doing this. Giving a resigned sigh, she flicked the ruble in the air. It landed on the moss in front of her, the hammer-and-sickle emblem facing up. The men were slowly stroking their rock-hard cocks, waiting for her announcement.

"Well?" demanded Misha.

"Tails," she announced sullenly.

The Texan groaned. Misha snickered, having won first rights to Gwen's pussy, and positioned himself at her rear. She hung her head as he grabbed her hips and pushed his pulsating glans past the lips of her womanhood. She whimpered as she was filled to the hilt, grasping the moss between her fingers. She was already lubricated with her own excitement, but he was even thicker than Ellison, her last bedmate. God, was every man on this mission hung like a stallion? Ransom held up her chin, forcing her to make eye contact as she was slowly penetrated.

"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you, you little tease? Thought you could wag that pretty ass around the ship and get away with it, huh? Really paying the price now, aren't you? Where's that dick right now?"

Misha began to thrust powerfully in and out of her. Gwen refused to answer. She flared her nostrils insolently as she rocked back and forth, her rebellious streak persisting even as she got fucked. Ransom simply smiled. He sweetly caressed the side of her pretty face, tracing the cut on her cheek. Without warning, he slapped her. It was not particularly hard, certainly not enough to leave a mark: it was meant to humiliate, not hurt. She gawped at her compatriot, unable to find a suitable response. He slapped her again, this time across the other cheek.

"Where's that dick?" he repeated.

"In... in my pussy," she whispered.

"Oh, I can't hear you, Miss Science Officer! Where is that dick?"

"It's in my pussy!" she cried.

"Good," he chuckled, "Now suck my dick."

He stood and thrust himself in her face. His erect monstrosity, long and thick, was pressing insistently against her lips. She knew she had no choice. The guys would be having their way with her today. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, doing her best to remain steady while getting rammed from behind. Ransom's hard shaft, hot and musky, slid over her taste buds. She breathed through her nose as she tried not to gag. Her whole body shook as Misha's thrusts from behind grew more and more forceful. Looking up resentfully at the Texan's gleeful sneer, her mouth full of cock, she did what came naturally: she started fellating him.

So, this is what it's like, she thought, getting fucked by two men at once.

Ransom groaned with approval. Gwen found it easier than expected to perform, even with her hands posted on the ground. The regular slaps of Misha's groin on her ample hindquarters acted as a kind of metronome for her blowjob, and soon she was rhythmically bobbing her head up and down on one manhood while receiving the other in her pussy. Her saliva, warm and thick, coated his penis, dripped from his balls, and hung off her chin. She gave and took with surprising sexual agility, and she hated how good at it she was. This is what it's like... to be a slut.

Misha spanked her. He caressed her shoulders and stroked her hair, yet his ramrodding thrusts never slowed. Someone squeezed a breast; she was unsure who, given that her field of vision was mostly occupied by a man's groin. More spanks, one on either cheek. My ass must be red by now, she thought. She was getting pounded mercilessly. She could feel her pleasure cresting now; she knew what that meant. Time to come. As if she were not humiliated enough, her own body was about to betray her once again.

Gwen moaned softly into the shaft filling her mouth. Ransom grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her face. She gagged. Behind her, Misha was banging her harder and harder now, and she shivered at the growing pulses of joy emanating from the base of her clit. Unable to breathe, she tapped the ground in a plea for mercy. After a few seconds, the Texan released her mouth, only to give her a slap across the cheek. She dropped forward onto her elbows, spit hanging out her mouth, and gasped for air.

And then she came.

As soon as Misha's cock popped out of her, Gwen started to whimper with pleasure. She had already been driven to the edge. Her upturned butt quaked as she teetered on the brink of climax. And then, the moment his hand smacked down on her ass, she let off a filthy moan as her nether regions blossomed into a shuddering orgasm. She squealed mindlessly as she came, her cries echoing through the jungle, and the men leaned back as they watched—equal parts fascinated and aroused by the obscene spectacle.

"Shlyukha..." murmured Misha in awe.

Gwen stared straight down as she finished, too ashamed to make eye contact. She had barely caught her breath when she felt a cold object between her shoulder blades. The coin. Misha had flipped the ruble on her upper back, as if she were some plaything to be passed between boys. She was not ready to get fucked again so soon, and yet she knew there was no avoiding it. A sweaty palm covered the coin, waiting for Ransom to call it.

"Heads again," he said.

"You win this time!" laughed the Russian, sending her off with a spank. "Enjoy."

Gwen wiped her chin and crawled obediently over to Ransom as he laid himself on the ground. She swung her leg over his midsection and straddled his waist. His still-erect manhood rested in the cleft of her buttocks, and her full breasts hung tantalizingly above his face. He stretched up to lick them, giving the soft pink areolae a few swirls of the tongue before suckling on her firm nipples. She quivered at the brush of his mustache against her chest. Before long, she felt a familiar sensation pressing at the entrance of her snatch.

"All right, Miss Science Officer," teased Ransom. "let's take you on a ride!"

He did not wait for a reply. Lifting her hips, he sat her down in a fluid motion onto his upright cock. Gwen cried out as she was impaled. Her tight, wet pussy slowly but easily accepted the man's full length. She shifted her weight backward, sitting up straight. She looked down at Ransom. He flashed a perverted grin back at her, reached up to her beautiful face, and slapped it smartly. Her mouth opened, indignant, but she said nothing. A flicker of modesty told her to cover her breasts, but she knew it was pointless.

"Now," he said, voice dripping with sexual aggression, "let me see you bounce on my dick!"

Gwen exhaled sharply. Shutting her eyes, she buried her pride and began to rock her hips up and down. And just like that, she was fucking him. Try as she might to save a scrap of dignity, she could not stop herself: she moaned—passionately. The men both laughed out loud, delighted by the young science officer's tamed attitude. Ransom extended his palms to Misha as if to say, look, no hands! She refused to open her eyes. She imagined she was somewhere else as she bounced her shapely thighs atop her man.

Two pairs of hands roamed over Gwen's body: her hair, her hips, her breasts, her buttocks. She did not know which were whose. She did know, however, whose dick was pressed to her lips. She opened her mouth to accept Misha's manhood. It tasted like pussy. She struggled at first to handle two dicks simultaneously, but she soon got into a sensuous rhythm, and began servicing both men with ease. As degraded as she felt, she could not help but feel sexually charged, and her impassioned cries while fucking and sucking betrayed enjoyment. But that was not all:

That afternoon, Gwen would no longer be a backdoor virgin.

A sheen of sweat had formed over her skin when Misha pulled his dick from her mouth. She thought he was about to come, and she braced for a rude facial. Instead, to her puzzlement, he stood behind her and began sensuously massaging her shoulders. Before she could respond, he shoved her down, mashing her well-endowed bosom against Ransom's chest. As the Russian shifted his caresses down to her smooth buttocks, spreading the cheeks apart, she realized what was happening. She whipped a hand over her butthole.

"No, you are not fucking me in the ass!" she declared, momentarily regaining her assertiveness.

But it was futile. Misha swatted her hand away, and Ransom pinned her wrists to the ground. She squirmed about desperately, panicky, unable to prevent what was happening. She had slowed her bouncing, and a thick shaft slipped moistly in and out her snatch. Above it, situated near the top of a little delta formed by the cleft of her buttocks, was her small, smooth anus.

She heard a metallic twang, and a familiar flat circle landed on the small of her back.

"Heads... or tails?"

"Please, not there!" she pleaded. "I've never done this before!"

"Heads!" called Ransom.

"You lose," lied Misha with a grin, not that anyone was checking. "Now your countrywoman's zadnitsa is mine!"

"No!" wailed Gwen.

"Fuck," cursed Ransom, "Ah well, I guess I'll have to settle for watching!"

He grinned, relishing the sight of a gorgeous young woman reduced to begging for mercy from yet another sexual indignity. The young science officer had largely given up resisting physically; although she was a fit and athletic woman, she had known from the instant her panties came off that she was no match for two musclebound men. Misha adoringly gathered up her lovely black tresses into a neat bundle. She mewled in distress as he sank the knob of his cock into her ass.

"Stop, stop, stop... it's too big!" she cried.

But it was not. Her anus stretched impressively to gobble up Misha's whole girth. Once the glans was in, his long shaft followed easily, slick with her spit; soon, he was burrowed all the way in her tight rectum. She was, of course, screaming like a banshee the whole time, as if through hysterical wailing she could wish away her new, irrevocable status as a woman who had gotten fucked in the ass. Ransom cooed mockingly as he admired the newly deflowered beauty.

"That's it, baby, take it," he encouraged lustily. "Take it like a good little whore!"

The pain soon subsided, as did Gwen's caterwauling. Misha had begun to slowly thrust in and out of her, and she found to her dismay that, like every other smutty act to which she had been subjected today, she did not hate the feeling of anal sex. Her teammates had somehow worked out an alternating rhythm, one shaft plunging in while the other was drawing out; these twin penetrations were hitting erogenous zones she did not know she had, rapidly getting her hot again. She let out a ragged breath. Why am I being so easy? her mind screamed.

"What's happening right now?" sneered Ransom.

"I'm... getting fucked," whispered Gwen.

"Good," agreed Misha. "And you are 'getting fucked' where?"

"In... in my ass."

Ransom chimed back in. "And?"

"And... my pussy."

"Say it, whore!"

"I'm getting fucked in my ass and pussy!" she groaned.

Misha and Ransom worked themselves up to full speed, banging her with frightening sexual aggression. She felt the coin slide off her back and fall to the ground. Sandwiched between the two men, with hard cocks ramming her ass and pussy like pistons in an engine, Gwen had lost what little control she had. She found herself mounting at alarming pace toward her third orgasm. The glade rang with the decadent moans of a woman with nothing left to lose. She felt like an animal in heat.

"What are you?" growled Ransom.

Gwen whimpered. "A... a whore."

"Louder, Miss Science Officer!" he goaded. "What are uou?"

"A whore!" she cried.

"Again! Louder!" yelled Misha this time.

"I'm a whore!" she screamed. "I'm a dirty fucking whore! I'm a whore! I'm— oh God, I'm coming!"

"Welcome to Alpha Team, shlyukha!" growled Misha.

Gwen and her team leader came at the same time. She slapped away at Ransom's chest as she belted out a nasty, pornographic squeal. Her plugged hindquarters shuddered as a potent anal orgasm ripped through her body. The Russian grunted as he speared her one last time, loosing a torrent of thick cum in her ass. Still impaled, she writhed about and moaned as the warm fluid filled her up. He was still ejaculating when he popped out of her, and successive jets of the sticky stuff arced up and splattered sloppily over her back and butt.

Ransom slipped out from under her and came around to gawk at the mess. He jacked himself off at the sight of the young science officer on all fours, covered in congealing cum, with semen pouring out her anus onto the moss between her knees. Inspired, he pulled her in by the hair, held her head with both hands and fucked her mouth until he was ready to bust his load. She gasped for air as she broke free, only to yelp as thick ropes of jizz were slung over her face and hair. His final slap across her cheek sent globs of spunk flying everywhere.

Gwen collapsed on the moss, destroyed. If her earlier romp with Ellison had shaken her self-image as a respectable young lady, this encounter with Misha and Danny Ransom had completely fucked it into oblivion. The men had been after her like hounds from the moment she set foot on the Ziusudra, but she did not think they would ever get her. Not half an hour ago, she had been frolicking topless in the water. Before she was caught. Before she was turned out. Ashamed, she lay in the prone trembling with exhaustion, while her teammates admired their panting, cum-glazed handiwork.

2.5

Alpha Team's newest member was given a scant few minutes to clean herself up by the waterfall and get dressed. All she had were wet wipes from the ration packages in Wade's backpack; her team leader watched her scrub the dirt off her knees with a sleazy grin on his face, clearly enjoying himself. She did not bother trying to cover up. Misha had already seen everything. As much as she loathed the man, the two were now intimately acquainted. Still, she recoiled as he gave her an affectionate squeeze on the shoulders.

"Look," said Gwen with a sharp exhale, "I'm not proud of what I did back there. I really let you guys take advantage of me. But let's get one thing straight. What happened was definitely a one-time thing. I am not sleeping with you again, and I am not your girlfriend!"