Tara, Queen of the Space Pirates

Tara's eyes grew wide, as Ylla kept speaking, "Do you think we Martians are stupid? We've been monitoring you ever since you walked into our operations here. It was simple enough to block all your transmissions, but I curious to see exactly what you would do. My my my, you did put on quite a show!" Ylla had a revolting leer on her face as she reached between Tara's legs and ripped off the crotch pasty. The cloth obscuring Tara's face was now the only piece of clothing left on her entire body, and Tara was grateful that she was able to hide her identity behind it.

Ylla kept talking, "But really I was taking my time and waiting to get my hands on your equipment." Ylla grabbed one of Tara's tender nipples, squeezing and twisting it as hard as she could. The pain was overwhelming, but Tara bit her lip to deny Ylla the satisfaction of seeing her visibly suffer. "I had heard of these micro-wafer video transmitters, and I was eager to see one up close. Thank you for providing us with yours. Now we can use these to spy on government officials around the quadrant!" Tara was horrified at the prospect of this technology being used for such hideous purposes.

Ylla stood nose to nose in front of Tara and grabbed her face, digging her fingers into her cheeks, "Perhaps you'd care to tell me who you really are!"

With her hands shackled behind her back, Tara tried to think of some way out of this mess. "Me? I'm just a sex dancer! I don't know anything about any transmissions or nothing! Honest!" Tara didn't consider herself a great actress, but she thought she sounded pretty convincing.

"Just a simple, ordinary sex dancer, eh?" Ylla let go of Tara's face and slowly walked back and forth in front of her. "You had no idea your costume secretly contained video cameras?"

"Absolutely not!" Tara said hurriedly. "I was hired by someone to wear those things and come in here and dance. The guy didn't tell me anything else, I swear!" Tara was breathing heavily, and her chest bounced a little as it moved up and down quickly.

Ylla eyed Tara warily, "So who was it that hired you, if I may ask?" Ylla seemed skeptical, but Tara hoped to convince her Martian captor of her innocence.

"Gosh lady, he didn't tell me his name. He just gave me a pile of money and told me what to do. I don't ask too many questions, y'know? I'm just a dancing girl who needed the dough, I don't know nothing about nothing!"

Tara smiled, but Ylla was not amused. "Is that so?" Ylla replied. "Then perhaps you wouldn't mind doing another dance for me?"

Tara beamed and thought about what kind of convincing dance she could do to remove herself from this predicament. "Why yes ma'am, I'd be delighted to!"

Ylla went to one of the guards, "You, take off your clothes and sit in that chair." As the guard did so, Ylla approached Tara again, "I would very much like to see you dance in the lap of this hardworking guard." Tara felt her face blush at the thought of her being naked and dancing in the lap of an unclothed Martian who was now visibly aroused. But she knew that Ylla was a treacherous woman capable of most anything and that her life depended on convincing Ylla that she was the sex dancer she claimed to be.

"Uh... sure, that'd be great! If you could take off these handcuffs, I'd be super happy to dance for him!" Tara offered her wrists to the other guard so that he could unlock her shackles. Tara peered over the cloth covering the bottom of her face looking for an escape route. She figured if she might be able to make a break for it if she could create a disturbance of some sort.

"Oh no, you're keeping your chains, my dear." Ylla grinned. "Besides, for someone of your... shall we say, experience, being handcuffed should not be a problem. Isn't that right?" As Ylla bared her yellow teeth in a ghastly smile, Tara gulped and her plans of escape vanished from her thoughts. It would have been hard enough to escape from all these Martians, but to do so with her hands bound behind her back would have been impossible.

"Oh yeah, I... uh... do this all the time. Not a problem at all!" Although Tara was still wearing the translucent cloth over her face, she put a smile on her face and walked up to the sitting Martian. She thought for a moment about how to avoid the situation but realized that her only hope was to be as convincing as possible.

Tara spread her legs and straddled the Martian with her back to him. "Mmmm, I hope you like the show, fella!" Tara cooed as she rubbed her pelvis against his. He moaned in return and reached around her to fondle her chest. Tara groaned approvingly as he pulled on her breasts, even though she despised how he was scraping his fingernails across the soft and sensitive skin under her nipples.

She did not resist his clawing at her and continued rubbing her body against his in a slow, rhythmic manner. Tara tried to remember a sultry song she had heard years ago so that she had a tempo she could use to grind against him.

Tara could tell the Martian was inflamed with passion at this moment. She felt him getting closer and closer to defiling her body, so she leaned back sharply and blinded his face with her hair. Nevertheless, both of his hands found her tender and raw bosoms and he gripped them agonizingly hard, so much so that she had to bite her lip to keep from squealing. Her pussy was now drenching wet, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have a Martian cock inside of her.

She looked around and saw all the Martians gathered around her, dozens and dozens of them watching her perform her dance. She could see the carnal look in their eyes of wanting to be the next Martian to receive a dance from her. "Boy, I sure am in a pickle now!" she thought to herself. As Queen of the Space Pirates, Tara had found herself in all sorts of tight spots before, but keeping all these Martians away from her tight spot was surely one of her most difficult challenges ever.

Tara could feel the guard's hands and body trying to grope their way into her warm and wet cunt now pulsing with excitement. Part of her was more excited than she had felt in a long while, but she still had the principles of a space pirate so she kept moving her hips so that he could not converge in on her.

He suddenly grabbed her hair and the chains on her wrists in an attempt to hold her body steady and situate her on top of him how he wanted and bury his throbbing cock deep into her yearning pussy. She groaned in appreciation, even as she kept shifting her pelvis so that he could not find the moist cunt he craved. "Golly, he sure is super strong," she thought to herself as she tried to use her arms as leverage to keep him from using his power to completely dominate her body, but it was getting harder and harder.

He let out a growl, and Tara dreaded what would happen if he became too frustrated and angry. "Jiminy! I need to end this, and end this soon or I'll be in a real jam!" she thought to herself. She wanted to protect her virtue, but she also needed to persuade Ylla that she was in fact a sex dancer.

Tara realized that she might not have any choice but to give the guard exactly what he wanted. She leaned forward and stood up in another attempt to end this dance before it came to that, but he turned her around and pulled Tara on top of him again so she was now facing him. The hunger in his eyes made her realize that he would not be denied much longer.

With her hands still handcuffed behind her back, Tara pressed her breasts into his face. The guard seized her chest and dug his fingers into her soft, defenseless flesh. He ravenously buried his head between her bosoms like a Martian with an insatiable appetite for the body of an Earthling. Her wet cunt was throbbing in eager anticipation of being fucked. She shook her shoulders so that her sweaty breasts flapped back and forth over his face, and the guard snarled in approval.

Tara knew his excitement would need to be appeased in order for her to seem like an authentic sex dancer so she bit her lip and slid her damp pussy over his pulsing cock. She tried to slide gently over him, but as soon as the guard felt her clit against the tip of his cock, he shoved himself inside her violently. Tara gasped and realized that she had not had sex with anyone in years, and her body was eager to find sexual release, even if it meant being brutally ravaged by a Martian terrorist. She rapidly rubbed her hips against his, furiously moving up and down.

His hands gripped her buttocks and pressed her against him. Her breasts flailed against his face, and she felt his throbbing cock thrust into her repeatedly. Tara started gasping and moaning as she kept moving her body, exhausted and wet with perspiration, against him with quick up and down strokes. Tara gave a loud groan as she pushed the center of one of her large, damp breasts into his face.

All the sexual energy she had been repressing over the years came flooding out of her like the juices pouring out of her drenched cunt. She moaned loudly as the Martian drove his cock into her again and again while agonizingly squeezing her tits. Tara hadn't felt this good in a long time, and she couldn't help but smile when she felt the beginning of an orgasm as he started twisting her vulnerable nipples.

Now she was driving herself down hard on top of him, slamming her groin into his laps with a force that made the muscles in her legs and buttocks shake with each impact. "Yes!" she screamed as she slammed herself down. "Yes!!" she squealed again as she crashed down hard. "YES! YES!! YES!!" she said over and over while continuously smashing her throbbing pussy onto his hardened shaft. She saw the Martian guard grit his teeth and then she felt a surge of balmy jism fill her inside.

Then Tara had a surge of energy that she hadn't felt in a long time. She felt a fantastic orgasm shoot through her nerves and engulf her body. She moaned loudly as her body shuddered in pleasure, and her breasts jiggled with abandon. Through it all, she never stopped pounding herself downward, and the face of the Martian guard was filled with satisfaction as more cum kept erupting out of him.

their mutual sexual intensity subsided, Tara slowed down and let the guard fondle her breasts for another minute. She had become lost in the moment, and without thinking she dismounted him and then kneeled in front of him. With her hands still bound behind her back, she stuck out her tongue and began licking his cum-covered cock. She decided that Martian jism did not have that bad of a taste, and then she opened her mouth wide so that she could put his entire dick into her mouth.

She slowly moved her lips up and down on his still hardened shaft, and she sucked every drop of cum she could off his cock which was becoming more limp. She was even a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to taste the drops of cum now dripping out of her pussy still throbbing with pleasure. When his dick was completely flaccid, she slid her tongue over his entire groin to drink every last bit of jism she could find.

The guard's body went limp with fatigue and Tara grinned as she stood up. She giggled innocently, which she thought would be a nice touch in playing the part of a simple dancer, although she didn't know what else she could do to convince anyone she was a sex dancer. Tara let the guard put his tongue between her massive breasts one last time before she left him and walked over to Ylla.

Tara was sweating profusely and breathing rapidly, but she was pleased with herself that she was able to pretend she was a slut so convincingly. "Did you enjoy that show as well, ma'am?"

"Oh indeed I did... Tara!" and Ylla ripped the cloth off of Tara's face. Tara was shocked when she heard Ylla's boastful laugh. Tara stood there dumbfounded as the dozens of Martians surrounding her laughed in unison.

"You... you all know who I am?" Tara was uneasy and her glistening body began jiggling and trembling with fright. Ylla knew who she really was, which meant there would be no limits to the shameful acts Tara would be required to perform from the twisted mind of such a two-faced and depraved terrorist.

"Of course! Did you think we Martians would not recognize the famous Tara, Queen of the Space Pirates?" Tara had tried so hard to protect her identity and it was all for naught. This evil witch had known who Tara was the entire time!

"Golly geez!" Tara thought to herself as she looked around at the dozens of Martians staring at her juicy wet body, "this is the worst mess ever!" Tara was still quivering with dread and she wished that she could use her hands, still bound behind her back, to cover herself and keep her quaking breasts from bouncing.

"All right, you laggards," Ylla shouted to all the thugs. "Show's over! Get back to work!" The crowd of Martians grumbled but obediently went back to unloading the shipments of weaponry that had just come into the warehouse.

"Gadzooks!" Tara furiously said to Ylla, "how can anyone be so vile?" Tara struggled against her handcuffs, but she knew she could never break free of those metal shackles. She was completely naked and utterly helpless before this diabolical rogue who had no problem manipulating Tara for her own wicked pleasure.

"Do you mean about forcing you to debase yourself? Or are you talking about the arsenal I'm collecting to destroy the Earth and conquer the solar system?" Ylla gave a smile that was as cold as the moon ice of Pluto.

"You monster!" Tara shouted. "These weapons will kill hundreds of thousands of innocent people, maybe millions! How can you live with yourself?" One of the Martian guards pulled a leash out of his uniform and was strapping it tightly around Tara's neck.

"I would do anything for the glory of the Martian people. And if that means destroying every other planet in this solar system, then so be it!!" Tara's sweaty body was trembling and jiggling with dread. She was looking out of the corner of her eye, watching the guard attach the other end of her leash to a metal hook dangling from the ceiling.

The guard yanked on the chain, and Tara felt a painful tightening around her throat, lifting her body up. Ylla continued talking, "The Martian people have grown soft and weak, talking about peace and getting along with our Earth neighbors. I plan to push my planet into war, whether they want it or not. I will finally have my revenge on Earth!"

Tara found that if she stood on her toes and jutted her chest forward, she could ease the aching pressure off her neck. In this position, with her wrists cuffed behind her back, she was even more vulnerable than ever and her naked body, drenched with sweat, was completely at the mercy of this horrid villain.

"I hope you're comfortable!" Ylla taunted. "You see, my attack squadron found your space pirate friends, and I'm afraid they're all dead and won't be coming to help you!" Ylla's hideous laugh echoed in the warehouse and Tara gritted her teeth in seething hatred.

"Now, my dear," Ylla said as she turned towards Tara, "I have problem. I need to know exactly what you know about my operation here. And you need to tell me everything."

"I have nothing to say to you!" she said. Tara would have loved to spit in her face in a heroic act of defiance, but the strain on her neck made that difficult.

"But I think you will!" Ylla grinned. One of his bodyguards handed her a rod with a spinning disc which Tara instantly recognized as an Atomic Hypno-rod. Tara tried to turn her head, but the two bodyguards grabbed her head and forced her to stare at the rod. The swirling colors made her nude body go limp, and she felt her inhibitions weaken. She tried to resist the hypnotic power of the rod, but she could feel her willpower weakening into wanting nothing more than to please everyone she could.

Ylla snapped her fingers at one of the guards and pointed at the captive, "Test her! Make sure she is completely under our control." As the guard approached Tara, he was ogling her body glistening with sweat and oil and smirking with satisfaction.

The guard rubbed his hands all over Tara's nakedness in places that no decent being, human or Martian, would ever dare. No matter where the Martian put his hands, Tara moaned in appreciation. She accepted his every touch by putting her shoulders back, spreading her legs apart, and allowing his groping hands to wander wherever he chose.

Her pussy was still pulsating with sexual excitement as he slid his enormous fingers inside. He pushed himself deeper into her and she spread her legs as far as possible in order to allow him as much access as he wanted. When he moved his hand up and down, she felt another orgasm race through her system and she groaned appreciately.

Tara felt his cold, clammy tongue slide between her tremendous breasts, and she smiled with apparent glee. His tongue lingered on her bosoms, and she gasped in gratification. His tongue went up and down her entire body. As he slid his mouth up her inner thigh, Tara spread her legs further apart and chuckled with pleasure. The guard put his tongue on top of her clit which made Tara shudder with excitement. She could feel him push his tongue deep into her hole and her already damp pussy became drenched with pleasure. She wondered if the Martian was able to taste any lingering cum from his colleague, but if so he certainly didn't seem to mind.

Suddenly she felt her entire body being lifted off the ground. She looked and saw the guard had grabbed her by her thighs and was holding her steady as he crammed his hard cock into her cum-soaked pussy. When he slammed his pelvis into her, she felt a sharp pain at her neck as the leash made it hard for her to breathe momentarily. She gasped for air as he slammed himself into her again, and the loss of oxygen was making her light-headed.

Tara also found it strangely stimulating, and as he pounded her helpless body further, she felt another powerful orgasm overwhelm her. The leash around her neck and lack of oxygen was making the orgasm more intense than any she had ever had. She desperately opened her mouth for more air as the Martian thug pummeled her helpless cunt repeatedly.

Her raspy groans and gasps echoed his guttural grunts, and the sounds of their passion became louder and louder, faster and faster. She orgasmed again and felt like she might pass out, even as he kept on slamming his body into hers. After several more thrusts, she felt his warm jism fill her cunt. She moaned in appreciation as he continued to thrust his cock into her, and globs of cum were spewing out of her pussy now soaked with wetness and jism.

Tara's eyes were droopy, but she stared at him with affection. The guard leaned in to kiss her and just before their lips met, she turned away and laughed with an amusing tease. He smiled at her and buried his head into her massive chest, and she welcomed him eagerly.

As the guard continued fondling her breasts, Ylla spoke to Tara. "Now if you would be so kind as to tell me what you know about my operation," she said pleasantly.

"Of course," Tara giggled, "right after you go soak your head, you evil pig!!"

Ylla looked at her with shock, "What?!? No one can resist the Atomic Hypno-rod!" The guard looked confused as he let go of Tara and took several steps backwards.

"No one but us space pirates!" Tara smiled. "We have spent our time in exile building our defenses against every known type of hypnosis and truth-drug in the quadrant. I admit, your hypno-rod is quite powerful and I almost couldn't resist its control. But I was able to overcome it, you fiend."

Ylla walked around Tara, who was still held captive by her leash and handcuffs, as Tara kept mocking her. "I sure fooled you, didn't I, you suckers! I made you all think I was hypnotized! Boy, now you're the ones that are embarrassed!" Tara laughed heartily, shaking her naked body as a few more drops of Martian cum dribbled out of her throbbing cunt. "I will never tell you what you want to know, and you will have to find some other way of making me talk!"