Yuki: Space Assassin [sci-fi][nc][oral][huml]

*Previously, on Yuki: Space Assassin:*

*These are the adventures of Yuki, a sexy Bounty Hunter who puts the Ass in Assassin. As she travels the ‘verse in search of big scores and the deadliest prey. She’s cocky, and with cockiness come mistakes, and mistakes lead to servitude, as she is about to find in the Palace of Soddorom, a monstrous, fat, Alien warlord.*

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*Click.*

*Cl-Cl-Click.*

*What th–!?*

Before she can complete the thought, Yuki realizes the trigger is jammed. It hadn’t lit.

The icon on on her blaster wasn’t green, accepting her DNA, nor red. It was disabled. The Maraxxians at the door, they hadn’t scanned her for weapons. They had disabled them.

The stun-spears light around her, and the Maraxxians mandibles palpitated as they lunge with them.

The first stun spear comes from behind, striking her shoulder. She had been stunned before, anyone else would’ve fallen there and then–but the Blue Rose persevered. Knocking away the spear, and delivering a fatal blow that loosens one of the Maraxxian’s mandibles before taking off down the steps.

Her score was lost, but she could still escape with her life. The second stun spear comes the front, thrown from a Maraxxian who’s wings beat over the party floor. She cries out, briefly, before the neurotoxin catches up to her lungs, stealing her voice. The pain is brief, doing it’s voltaic work throughout her body, until the sensation – all sensation – ceased.

She collapses, knocking over a table spilling the food and drink. The world blurs. And the last thing Yuki remembers hearing is the rumble of Soddorom’s laughter.

Well shit. She thinks, I knew I should’ve gone with poison.

Yuki–the Jade Assassin feels her eyes open, but no light graces her. *The Maraxxians–*

She tries to flee but her wrists are pierced with white pain. Bound over her head. She is hanging from the ceiling. Her feet barely touching the floor. It is moist. The entire room had a hot odor, and reeks of sweat and perfume.

The room, like most of the Palace’s interior looks half dungeon, half bedroom. Stone walls, golden in the torchlight, chains, hard woods, juxtaposed with silver chalices and pitchers, and red velvet drapes and carpets.

A bead of sweat travels down the small of her back in the torch heat, and settles where her ass hangs bare.

While Yuki slept, she was dolled up. Make-up applied by other slave girls, and black lipstick. Her blue tipped hair fashioned into two ponytails. Her bare tits only covered with golden pasties bound together by a lazy gold chain. A g-string veiled with wispy transparent cloth. And to make matters worse her throat is clasped ever so tightly with a thick golden collar with a chain link. Yuki would recognize it anywhere. A T7 slave collar, with remote detonation built in–compatible with all slaving applications and games outside treaty space. It is vulgar, tasteless and leaves nothing to the imagination.

An outfit befitting a slave girl.

The large wooden doors part, two Maraxxian guards flank a stubby little goblin-like creature, robed and overly perfumed, who smiles wide and yellow with his needle-like teeth.

“We are Pytys, whoremonger for Soddorom,” he says with a snicker, “We take you now to your Master.”

Yuki has no desire to have a Master, nor to be paraded around like an exotic concubine. But she has little choice.

“Fine,” she spits. Confident escape is momentary for her.

Led by Pytys and the Maraxxians, Yuki’s hands are bound behind her back, her collar is linked to a chain as loud as it is thick. Jingling and jangling as she is brought before the party chamber. The repulsive Alien crowd is delighted, pointing and laughing as they recognize her, catcalling and pointing at the foolish Assassin’s pert ass and breasts. The wispy transparent veil hiding none of that ass that folds slightly over the back of her legs, flossed with the g-string, her breasts covered only in scarce gold pasties, scarce slave outfit only accentuating her supple body as she walks shamefully toward her Master on his dias before high steps.

The vile slaver smiles as she is led by Pytys into view in all her scantily clad glory.

“Our Master,” Pytys approaches Soddorom, bringing him the end of Yuki’s chain, “I present to you the Jade Assassin herself, may she bring you great pleasure and entertainment.”

The vile Slaver grins, exposing that rotting ruin of teeth she so hated. Before, when she was just below the steps she had not noticed just how monstrous in size he was. Like a massive bed of greasy meat.

He coils her chain in his chubby hand. And yanks. Yuki cries out as she stumbles forward before his feet, below his belly as it rumbles to his laughter. To the whole chamber’s laughter. Her face flushes red.

“Hi Yuki,” his voice is deep and wet, “It’s an honor, I’ve been a fan of yours. Ever since you killed Zugatta and allowed me to expand into his territory.”

The humiliation, the hopelessness of the situation, coupled with the venom of the Maraxxian stun-spears, all of it is enough to make Yuki, the proud Jade Assassin weak. Not noticing in time that Soddorom has undone his robe as she lies weakened before him, his massive green phallus and balls hanging over her head as she collects herself. He lifts her chain, bringing her face to face with the biggest dick she has ever seen. Green with a diseased and discolored red tip. Warted and veined even all the way to the tip. Hardening and stretching before her own eyes.

“I wanted to thank you myself, since you have done so much for me.”

She is lifted like a cat by Soddorom as she kicks and chokes, until he pulls her to his fat belly. His hot grease rubbing into her skin as she turns away in disgust, and he laughs, spit erupting from his maw and catching Yuki’s face.

She looks down, his slimy diseased cock pointing between her legs below her, drooling in anticipation, as she slips and slides toward it on his natural mucus, pushing and thrusting out with her belly and chest to keep from being impaled on it, rubbing herself into Soddorom’s belly like lotion.

His greedy hands travel down her sides, stroking her, sending dreadful shivers down her body as his eel-like tongue dances over his pustule lip.

“I have heard about you Assassin girl,” he says, “No doubt you have heard about me and my tastes.” He cups her bubble butt, squeezing and kneading it as she squirms in disgust. The Alien audience watching every moment, every jiggle as Soddorom slaps her ass.

“I’ve had royalty, politicians, trained pleasure girls, but I’ve never tried Assassin pussy before, *HAHAHA!”*

His hands travel down to her thighs, fingering her g-string aside, and pulls her legs wide apart.

“No! *NOO!* It’s too big! It won’t f–!” Yuki cries,

Her pussy breathes for a moment, before Soddorom brings her stretched open pussy down over his cock. The head is big enough on it’s own, and the sensation makes Yuki’s eyes go wide, her pleas die in her throat as he stretches her pussy lips and insides, and he’s not even halfway in. She clenches all muscles, but his natural slime and grease lubricates him as he pushes her inner walls aside—mental and literal.

*“I—EEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”* Yuki wails as Soddorom laughs in her face. His dick feeling ten times as big inside her than it looks. And that was only the first thrust, he chuckles as he lifts her for a moment sinks her all the way over his cock again. And soon Soddorom is fucking Yuki with ease. Her tits clapping wildly as he thrusts his pelvis up and brings her down deep over his hot slimy member with maximum force. Hammering into her with no remorse or restraint for her petite frame and size.

Yuki’s muscles slack, her toes uncurl, and the Assassin’s eyes roll into her head as she is used like a sex toy by Soddorom who buries his cock to the hilt inside her. But not all of her cries are of pain. No man or creature has ever compared in sheer size to Soddorom.

He is a Monster, she despises everything about him, he dressed her like a whore, made her into his a sex slave, she will kill him.

*”RRGH! Yesssh,”* Soddoram moans with a mouthful of spit, “Aw *yeeeeeesh* baby that’s it–*RRRGH!*”

His cock is slick with her juices as he works in her, it is plain to see for the Palace crowd as they point and laugh at poor Yuki, cheering on their host. “Assassin whore!” being the most common of their chants.

The monstrous criminal is insatiable, grunting like an animal in between dumb laughter as Yuki squeals. Writhing red with shame, her entire lower half reduced to a burning acknowledgement of Soddorom’s relentless fucking. Her body glistening golden in the light of the pyres. The mixture of pain and pleasure brings an ecstasy to Yuki as her head falls back as she cries out. Her chain singing with every thrust, reminding Yuki of her place. A light drool coming from the side of her mouth as the fat beast uses every inch of her for his pleasure alone. Squeezing her ass–glistening in the torch light, tighter as he fucks her deeply, urgently before his hall of sum and villainy.

Soddorom’s face contorts as he shoots his load into the Assassin, his cock erupts up her cunt like a geyser, spraying her womb with his excessive and fertile seed as she cries out. Soddorom rumbles in amusement as Yuki’s chest heaves, pulling off her pasties by the chain linking them, his tongue dancing around her areolas as his teeth play at biting her nipples as he thrusts the last of his load into her, each squirt carrying less power.

All while his cum leaks out of her cunt and spills on the dias in copious measure for all to see. She blushes red, her face full of shame, a single black tear, dyed from her eye-shadow rolls down her cheek. Her worst enemy just came inside her.

Soddorom drops Yuki, cum trailing down her thighs as she catches her breath. She groans as she tries to move with her hands bound to her back. Inching away like a caterpillar with slave girls tend to Soddorom, offering him drink. He notices Yuki trying to escape, and lets out a cruel laugh. Coiling her chain around his fist and tugging.

“*GYK!*” Yuki cries out as the collar bites her throat and cuts off her air. The servants and spectators laugh.

“What’s the matter Assassin girl? Something in your throat? I haven’t even gotten there yet!” He laughs, spit erupting from his maw. Yuki wriggles back before she turns purple, and returns to the dias. Lying at his side like the concubine she’s dressed to be.

A feeble Golbian pushes a hover cart before the dias, right before the seat. It hums as it lifts a tray, revealing rows of crustacean treats that resembled giant ticks, swimming in a hot yellow juice.

Soddorom’s fat belly rumbles, and with haste he tugs Yuki’s chain. Beckoning her to feed him like an insatiable toddler.

Grimacing, she reaches forward. Taking one of the creatures, soaked in juice. It’s limbs flailing in slow as juice flows down her arm. Soddorom is panting excitedly now, opening wide, his black tongue waiting for Yuki’s hand.

She has to climb over his belly, her hands sinking into his flesh like a hot bag of mud toward his mouth. His breath coming down on her hard, a gas that smells of decay and liquor. She can’t help but close her eyes and turn away as she place the snack into the bowel of the woman breaking King. His lips close around her arm, halfway in his mouth, chuckling as he sucks away the juice that coats her hand.

The creature squeals inside his mouth as the Slaver crunches and chews and swallows his treat. More than amused with her disgust.

“Another,” he bellows with his mouth full. Giving her chain a jingle.

*I am Yuki, the Jade Assassin.*

But Yuki didn’t make mistakes. The Jade Assassin would never wear… this! She would be strong, she would fight until the end of her strength. She would never allow her body to be violated by any Slaver, would die before she allowed any part of his anatomy enter her. The Jade Assassin would…

As she reaches into the pot again, Soddorom pulls her by the end of your chain. Her back is sucked in by his bed of greasy flesh. She quivers as he rumbles with amusement, allowing a grubby hand to reach down and stroke at her tits. Tits that jiggle with every passionate impulse of her Master.

Yuki shuts her eyes as she feels his face come down on her. His tongue, diseased and sticky, rolls out of his maw to lick her from neck to ear where he gives a soft bite.

It approached that time. The cavernous palace booms with drums and deep vibrating pulses that set the tempo for the slave girls as they dance, twisting their hips, writhing and tracing their curves to the delight of the Alien zoo that made up their audience. Including, the poor Princess Kira. The girl sucking off Soddorom when Yuki first came.

Soddorom pulls Yuki’s chain, “Watch her my pet,” he says, “Learn how to dance like her. I will have guests here soon, you do your best to impress, or you will know what it is to disappoint me.”

Yuki remains at Soddorom’s dias, lying on one side, her hand resting over her hip, her athletic body on full display for all coming to witness their Lord’s newest prize. Some former Assassin, her shame immortalized as she is made into his tasty cocksleeve for all to see, with nothing to do but to endure his gropes, his spanks, his septic flesh and horrid smell.

The music plays, a pulsing Alien rap tune. Even in another language Yuki can understand it’s bawdy nature, it’s overt pulsing and sensuality. With it the patrons of Soddorom cheer and raise their glasses. Before the dias a table is erected with a golden pole.

The pyres before the dias blast at a theatrical heat, casting a golden light on Yuki’s nearly naked body as she is forced to take to it. The torches on all other stages dim as she is forced onto the little stage before Soddorom and his scum. To dance, to entertain.

*This can’t be what I’m doing …*

If Soddorom grows bored of her he may find more creative ways to humiliate her, he might sell her off, or hell even eat her. Yuki–despite her predicament, is a woman of focus, of determination. She can do anything, she sets her mind to. She knows this. Perhaps there’s a way out yet, a flaw in his line of defense, or if nothing else, a way to end him and herself before anyone can stop it.

The beat drops, and with it Yuki takes the slack of her chain, and twirls it like a lasso while rocking her bare hips, all around her platform. She grabs the pole from the back, dry humping the air, thrusting out her chest, then her abs, all the while shutting her eyes. Opening them slowly and lazily on her Master on his dias, on the edge of his seat. Hoping he is pleased.

She struts around the stage, shifting her pert ass left to right, giving her ass a jiggling smack before spinning, and sliding down to throw her head back, whipping her two ponytails. No applause or respect, but the horny catcalls, whistles, and groping of the genitals is the validation she needs. She rolls onto her back, running her hands down her tits and sides all the way to her g-string, pulling them off slowly around her bare feet.

She rolls onto her chest, placing one hand after the other as she crawls to the end, looking into the repulsive face of her Master. The gash of syphilitic blubber parting for his tongue that dances over his bottom lip. She looks into that and licks her own lips. As she arrives at the end of the table to knead her tits tipped with gold pasties united by a chain, pulled off with a tug to show her puffy nipples to Master. Naked save for bracelets and the collar, Yuki throws her arms high, slowly rocking and flailing to show off her flawless belly and tits as she table-dances for Soddorom.

This performance was more than Soddorom can take. His heart is pounding with excitement, his tongue wagging and drooling a waterfall of hot slime as he grabs Yuki’s chain and pulls. She reaches for the floor in time to beat the collar’s bite, crawling to her Master’s feet to kneel as he desperately fight open his robe. Tearing it in haste to smack Yuki the Assassin’s face with his monstrous green cock, wet with diseased pre-cum in excitement.

He tugs Yuki’s chain, biting her throat with the collar, his pustule eyes fixed on her perked lips shining black with lipstick over pearl white teeth. The same lips that smile with the satisfaction of every kill of the Jade Assassin, that gently blow pink bubbles in her cocky reconnaissance.

He’s been wanting to see them dripping with his seed since he laid eyes on her.

“Suck me off, *pet*.”

He slacks the chain. Yuki is flushed with shame, but her survival instinct is strong, she brings her lips to her Master’s mushroom head to give it a tender lick. Scooping the salty pre-cum. Recoiling for a moment to taste it, smacking the sticky cheesy filth in her mouth. Immunizing herself before she performs, and deepthroats Soddorom’s penis. Her hazel eyes wide and looking for approval as she desperately sucks his cock. His shaft brushes her tongue, rubbing off it’s sweat and saltly taste until she can only taste her own saliva.

“Talk nasty to me my little Assassin,”

She knows she has to keep him happy, and that slights will be punished. The pale Assassin’s cheeks are red with shame. Her enemies watching and listening to every slush to every whimper. She pulls her lips away from his cock for only a moment, catching her breath.

“I love your cock Daddy,” she manages. The moment she says it she falls dizzy, with disgust.

Soddorom is pleased, but his pleasure evolves to greed as he grabs her two ponytails like handles, and pulls Yuki’s lips deeper over his cock as he thrusts deeper into her throat. Chuckling as she gags. More, and more. Her ears are filled with the same POP and SLUSH. It wouldn’t do to just let him use her head as a fleshlight. Any slave can do that.

Soddorom smiles, “Ask me–no, beg me to use your mouth.”

“I–” Yuki manages, “… *No.*”

Soddorom untenses her right ponytail. PAK. He backhands her, not fatally–a beast like Soddorom can kill her if he wished. He catches her fall with her chain holding her in place before bringing her back. Taking both of her ponytails in his hands, positioning her lips over his eager cock.

“Beg me to fuck your cunt mouth.” He says.

“*P–Please,*” Yuki blurts, “*F-Fuck* my cunt mouth Daddy. Fuck my cunt mouth,”

Soddorom rumbles in amusement, and obliges her. Filling the poor Assassin’s throat all at once with his slimy cock as her eyes widen, growing wetter by the second. Yuki hums, and circles her tongue around her Master’s dick as it slushes up and down her throat. His greasy balls smacking her chin with every thrust as he nears himself to climax with her mouth. Laughing and grunting as he picks up the pace. Hammering Yuki’s lips with his thick cock.

Soddorom cries out “*RRRRRAAAAAGHAAAAH!*” Pulling Yuki to the hilt of his cock as he climaxes. Jetting his cum uncontrollably in the back of her throat, filling her cheek to cheek as she reddens and spills his contents out of the corners of her mouth. The head of his cock having a septic pop as he withdraws to lash her face with hot ropes of his seed. Chin to brow with his handiwork. Caking her tits and neck with his sperm as her tongue hangs, her eyes lazy as she falls on her side in a puddle of her Master’s hot semen.

The guests laugh, and murmur to one another as Soddorom catches his breath, jerking the last precious squirts onto Yuki’s ass, bare before him as she lies exhausted.

“What do we say?” He rumbles.

“*Th-thank* you … Daddy,” she manages.

“Good, now, clean up this mess.”

“Y-yes Daddy.”

Yuki scrambles to her hands and knees. Shaken, a piece of her broken that she can’t recover. But escape has certainly fallen to the last of her priorities as she brings her tongue to the marble floor to lick up the growing puddle of her Daddy’s cum. Lapping his sperm like a kitten before his feet.

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